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brielle montgomery - siry wedding

The last time she’d seen her childhood friend was just a few days before when she was sneaking out after a particularly shameful hook up and was content to completely forget about it forever. However, her mind played the memory on the back of her eyelids like a muggle drive-in theater and caused a slight heat to rise to her cheeks. “I really don’t want to do they whole awkward ‘we hooked up, now what?’ conversation right now,” Brielle said as she pushed past him and began heading toward the kitchens again, hoping to hide her soft blush. “So let’s just forget it ever happened, yeah?”

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“Oh thank Merlin you’re here,” Juliet grinned at her friend, flopping in the empty seat across from the girl. With most people home for the break, Juliet found herself bored. She’d visited her uncles once or twice, but they were mostly busy with work. “I’m bored shitless, so you’re going to stop whatever this is that you’re doing,” Juliet waved her hands towards what Brielle had been doing before she’d interrupted her. “And we are going to go out. Or something. I haven’t decided yet.”

Brielle looked up as she saw her friend, a half-smirk forming on her face “I just couldn’t stay away from you, Jules,” she said with a teasing tone. “Beau went on some trip and I didn’t feel like stay home with out parents, so I thought I’d come back. Well, when you decide what we should do, let me know.”

“You’re right, I do.” Thea said cockily, shrugging as she started to walk with her friend again. “I have a feeling things other than curiosity can satisfy you, you’re right.” She added, tucking some of her hair behind her ear.

She rolled her eyes slightly as they walked. “You’ve got a mouth on you,” Brielle said, turning to look at her. “And that’s not a compliment.” With a tiny smirk, she turned down the last corridor before reaching the office she’d needed to drop her essay off at. “Well, it’s half a compliment.”

“That’s exactly what I am saying.” she nodded. “And I don’t mean school year, you shouldn’t date till January is born.” 

Brielle raised an eyebrow. “And how exactly do you know this? And why only about me specifically?”

Elias nodded a little bit and started to follow her to the door, and into the hallway. “Can you, uhm… maybe not tell anyone? If my siblings hear about this, I’ll never hear the end of it.” He admitted awkwardly, looking up at her hopefully. “He really is…” Most of the time, he loved bowtruckles. He still did, but he didn’t quite enjoy having one in his hair.

She rolled her eyes, but still replied, “I won’t tell anyone, but just know I’ll be laughing about this for quite a while.” Brielle absent-mindedly scratched the little bowtruckle while they walked. “I think this one’s my new favorite. I’m gonna name him Eli and it’ll be our little joke.”

“Because this would be so much more fun if I still had a shiner.” Beau said sarcastically, eyes falling on her face again once it softened. “Yeah, I know.” He bluffed. It just freaked her out, and it was never a big deal… and he really didn’t want her to get herself into trouble because he’d somehow pissed someone off again. “It’s karma from when we were kids. The world is just balancing us out.”

“You know what I meant,” she said, a bit short on patience. “But I’m serious. If that happens again, I’m not holding any punches. I’ll see how much she likes getting a shiner.” Brielle muttered last few words before deciding to let it go. “What do you want for lunch?”

Elias scowled at her words, rolling his eyes. Finally, however, it seemed that she managed to get it out, and he let out a massive breath of relief. “Thank Merlin.” He muttered, watching the bowtruckle in her hand for a moment. “Thank you. Yeah, we can take him down there. He’ll probably just put him in with the rest of his branch in their tree. And keep an extra eye on him so he doesn’t try to sneak away with students again.”

She tilted her head, starting toward the door. “You’ve made it this far, Elias, walk with me.” Brielle watched the bowtruckle in her hand, making sure it didn’t do the same thing to her as it did to Elias and nestle it’s way into her hair. “This little trouble maker is gonna need someone to keep an eye on him.”

“Oh, you’re no fun.” Thea said with a laugh, shaking her head. She supposed flirting in the hallway may not be the best way to convince Brielle, of all people, but it wasn’t a terrible way either. “You’ll never know, it’s a mystery.”

“I’m plenty of fun when it counts and you know it.” She shot the other a glare, before rolling her eyes and turning to start walking again. “You know that muggle saying--curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back. Guess I’ll just have to be satisfied some other way.”

“Wow, late-night or something?” Amos asked curiously, with a light-hearted laugh leaving his lips. This spot in the library was a well sorted out spot, everyone practically knew about it and the number of glares he had gotten from people for being in this spot.. was enough to last a lifetime. “Hey, hey..” the male quickly spoke, raising his hand to defend his sugary choices. “I have made it way pass halfway on these assignments thank you very much and I have yet to crash,” he told her proudly.

“We’re all so proud of your halfway accomplishments,” she deadpanned, glancing up just a bit from her book. After a moment, she looked back down and started planning out everything she needed to do before lunch. “Now tell me, Amos,” she said as she finished writing. “I don’t see you in the library all that often--what’s motivated you today?”

“Really? I could have sworn that I found another.” Thea teased, but then chuckled at her words. “I completely agree.” If they weren’t going to have fun during their time at Hogwarts, when were they supposed to have fun? “Are you kidding? You could get fun like that whenever you wanted, Bri.”

She smirked, shaking her head. “I’m not going to dignify that with a response, Thea.” However, she giggled when Thea said she could have fun whenever she wanted. “You offering, Arslan? Or just teasing?”

“Okay, good.” she said, relieved by her words. “Well, it would be great if we can avoid some death around here after everything that’s happened.” she said with a sigh. 

Brielle stared at the other for a moment, her head tilting as she stopped and thought. “Death? So you’re saying that if I date someone this year, they’re gonna die?”

amos diggory never thought he would be saying the words in the same sentence of having an early morning, usually, amos was the last to breakfast because he chose a few extra hours of beauty sleep. yet, here was amos.. with a stack of books tucked under his arm, some parchment of course and a prime spot in the library in the far corner just so you could see the black lake but also so you didn’t give yourself away while talking in the library. he was sold. his head was focused on the pages he was reading until a shadow had cast over his pages. “listen, i’m happy to share the table but the box of every flavored beans.. not gonna happen.” amos said with a crooked joking smile on his lips, staring at the person.

Brielle had woken up late--a late night studying with the promise of getting to the library early to finish up some homework--and had left her dorm later than she had hoped. By the time she had finally made her way down, someone was sitting in her favorite spot. She sighed, moving to the spot opposite of Amos, one that still had a view, but not quite as good, and set her stuff down. “It’s morning, Diggory, I hardly want that much sugar. You’ll crash before you can even get halfway through whatever you’re working on.”

“I-right, okay,” Milo cleared his throat, moving to write his own essay. He went to grab his book, watching it slip from his grip and land on the floor with a THUD.

She’d barely found her train of thought again when his book fell, causing her to jolt into an upright position, her eyes closing to contain her annoyance. “Are you always this clumsy? or is it just special for me?”

The letters from his father had not put him in the best moods and unlike usual, he spent his time alone in the courtyard but then of course he couldn’t expect privacy in this tiny school where there were crowds of people everywhere at all times. This time when he heard someone he turned to see the pretty Ravenclaw brunette who he had come across a few times. “Why do you ask me? It looks to me like you require more help than I. What is wrong?”

“Please don’t be mad, I swear it was just an accident…” Elias obediently sat down on one of the chairs, resting his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands. “It’s curly, ask him. I don’t know how he did it.” He muttered, frowning more as she started talking to the bowtruckle. “I would never have hurt it, that’s why I was going to Professor Kettleburn…”

“Well he learned his lesson, didn’t he, little one?” her voice was playful, almost sing-songy as she spoke to the creature, ignoring Elias for a moment as she continued untangling his hair. Once she got the bowtruckle free, she held it in the palm of her hand, her fingers curled just slightly so it could wrap it’s self around them if it wanted. “All free, love,” she said to the creature before looking at Elias. “You can look now, he’s okay. We can take him down to Kettleburn now, he’ll know what to do next.”