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Zach’s confidence in sorting everything out with Sage and her gift-giving only softened. “That’s sweet of you.” He said, because it was. Zach didn’t know what the deal was with Eli and Sage—he’d thought they were friends, so he didn’t see it as such a big deal. “And frankly impressive. Yay to making your own wand holster.” And he meant it because he probably, sadly wouldn’t be able to do so himself. Zach’s eyes widened a little and he smiled—ay! Sage has a heart! And sees Eli as her best friend! That made him happy, but then she turned around and headed off. Zach’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion and he cleared his throat, crossed his arms, and sighed. “You’re wrong, Sage. You’re very, very, very wrong.” Zach said, loud enough for her to hear. Of course he was—if she felt that way, then of course he was, but why she had to run from that was beyond Zach, and if Zach had to snake his way back into the topic, then he was gonna. 

“Stop right there.” her gaze is stony- she doesn’t need anyone knowing that she can be...sweet and kind and a good friend. There was a R E A S O N she hadn’t signed her name on any of the packages she sent- there was a sense of deniability, though those three whom she sent the gifts to would know SHOULD know. Eli was her best friend, her brother. He would have known, even if she HADN’T signed her initial at the end of the note- Merlin, why was she so bloody stupid? Her pace is quick as she walks away from Zach: Tamara Sage didn’t DO feelings, okay? Feelings led to heartbreak and hurt, and that was the reason she wasn’t a god forsaken Gryffindor, because she was w e a k and couldn’t DEAL with getting her heart broken every time someone decided to leave. 

“ What are you on about, Evergreen?” she sighs, turning around to face him, though every fiber of her being is screaming to leave NOW before it’s too late. 

“That’s… really fancy.” James looked around the wires, untangling them until he came across his own charger, handing it to Sage. “I think the iPhone 6 charger works for it too, right?” 

She holds up her shitty iPhone 4 with as close to an amused expression as she can get ( in public and to anyone other than like eli or ardan ), “ I wasn’t being serious. “

“I wish we were sixth years again. Maybe they’re just trying to relive the old days. Stresses of adulthood and all, I can see why. Broom cupboards, though? Get an upgrade, damn.”

“  Dorms have BEDS at least- the Leaky Cauldron is just an apparition away,  I don’t understand Priya. I’m tired, may I resign? I can do that, right? “ 

“That sucks.” Zach said, shaking his head sadly. He raised his eyebrows at her in amusement. “Eli doesn’t know anyone else whose name starts with S, Sage. And I’m pretty sure you’d scalp anyone who called you by your first name. I’m pretty sure your intelligence is up there with mine, don’t insult it. Same exact wand holster as the one I sold you and… yeah, Sage. And being an artist myself I completely noticed… that ‘S’, who we’re establishing as you, has the same handwriting as the anonymous person who got me band aids for my birthday… and a sketch of me and Priya in a similar style as the sketch you gave to Eli along with the wand holster. So basically, all I’m saying is that I can’t believe you lied about a wand holster. Eli would’ve liked the really special one. He’s a spoiled brat.”

She has no response to the first...half of what he said. Because it’s TR U E, and Sage is a lot of things, but she’s not a liar. Hence why she’s pissed off when he accuses her of being one. “My wand holster DID give out on me, but I managed to sort it out so I could give Eli the good one.” e.g. she made a makeshift one using the old holster, a pair of tights from the thrift store, and a whole lot of duct tape. anyone who said she WASN’T resourceful was lying to themselves. “He’s my best friend, I KNOW that.” as soon as she says it, though, Sage FREEZES. She’s never...actually a d m i t t e d he was her best friend. It was always just more i m p l i e d. And that’s her cue to go, the shovel talk can WAIT, she reasons, as she turns and BOOKS it. 

“Yeah I’ve got a phone charger, hold on,” James reached into his bag, pulling out a plethora of different wires. “We’ve just got to find the one for your phone… What model do you have?”

“ Why do you have...nevermind, I don’t want to know. “ she sighs, resisting the urge to pinch her nose bridge. “ iPhone 7.”

“Knew I’d find you here.” Zach said, following Sage’s voice through the hall. He grinned as the students she caught ran the hell off. “Do prefects still have to do this stuff even when vacation is in session?” He asked curiously before shrugging. “Anyway, Happy Holidays and the like, Eli got a curious present that looked a lot like the wand holster I sold you from… S, so my question is, inevitably, why didn’t you just say so?”

she shuts the door with a ‘thunk!’ glaring at the pair as they grew smaller, “So long as students are on campus, yes.” though she would really, REALLY rather be in her dorm, under a warm blanket with tea and a good book. well, you couldn’t have it all. The mention of her present to Eli, however, has her freezing because it was for Eli’s eyes only. She doesn’t care, she’s not SUPPOSED to. “There are plenty of people who’s name begins with S, and besides, my first name begins with a T.”

“—friendly word of advice; don’t wear a shirt that says ‘daddy’s little monster’, no matter how much you paid for the harley quinn halloween costume, in public – things got real awkward, real fast today.”

“You brought that upon yourself. Also, I care why?” she questions, idly turning to the next page in her book. Seriously, why did people keep trying to just start conversations with her at random?!

“Still―festivals in France are really something,” he mumbled. He was suddenly jolted as a memory surged through him and he couldn’t help but actually smile. Marcus had to shake his head to free himself of thoughts that were starting to bloom―especially since it was Sage who was right in front of him. “Let’s say it doesn’t―but it does say a lot about a person. Like the fact that said person is actually trying to enjoy life’s indulgences.”

There’s an incredulous look as he SMILES- Marcus didn’t do that around her EVER ( though to be fair, she’s never given him a reason to) and he looks as if he’s gotten lost in his own little world. However just as soon as it’s appeared, it’s gone, and thus returns his typical frustrating demeanor. “ Quit while you’re ahead, McLaggen.” she warns, crossing her arms. That’s all he’s going to be getting out of her- the fact he was able to get anything out of her at all is actually pretty s u r p r i s i n g

Guess who’s back, back again?

Laurel is back, tell a friend. 

“France? Well would you look at that―seems we spent summer the right way,” he stated with a grin. Marcus matched her raised brow before smirking. “You act like one but with how you put it―I’m fairly sure that there’s truth in the saying that good girls are just bad girls who haven’t been caught.”

“I’m PRETTY SURE what you and I did last summer are on very opposite ends of the spectrum.” (oh, if only she knew) Thinking back to days surrounded by her family, her brother’s glares and those formal events her cousin and her socialite boyfriend would drag her to. She stops herself from asking if that was a muggle song reference- he likely wouldn’t know, and on the off chance that he DID, she wasn’t going to let him ‘spread the word’ on how Sage liked semi problematic Australian boy bands. “A person’s sex life doesn’t dictate their personality or actions besides the fact that they just do or don’t get laid. What is this, the 19th century? Having sex doesn’t make anyone a ‘bad girl’ or a ‘bad guy’ Merlin.”

“Right. Protocol.” a sleepy drawl dripped from his parted lips, his hand fishing for his iPhone in his jean pockets “You know, you’re the one overreacting. I was just joking for the most part, plus you did just say I looked like death.” brightened hues swiveled downwards, falling curiously upon the girl across from him. She hands him his box of tissues, her brow raised which made his smile wider. There were two things Newt enjoyed in life; the first would be history books and second getting under people’s skin. He notices that could have a negative connotation, but he liked being noticed. Not so much while sick, but when he was at his best with wits and humour.. So much a permanent mischievous glint was forever embedded in his eyes.he turned his gaze quickly, not very tactfully covering a yawn as he shut the book that once settled in his lap: FLESH EATING TREES OF THE WORLD. “You’re not much of a people person, are you Sage?” Her name finally coming to mind as the medicine started to wear off, making him more aware of his surroundings. “I’m Newton, by the way.” 

“ Says the guy who describes his dorm as his cell. “ there’s a roll of her eyes she seems to be doing that even more than usual, lately. She’s not o v e r r e a c t i n g, she’s just making sure that no one keels over or gets seriously injured on her watch. That was way too much paperwork for her to deal with (or at least, that’s what Tamara kept telling herself). Part of her wants to comment on his book it looks i n t e r e s t i n g and Sage’s thirst for knowledge is why she’s a Ravenclaw, damn it, but she doesn’t, schooling her features into a bored expression.

“What gave it away- the overjoyed expression or charismatic aura?” What? He knows her name, and if he knows who she is, then he knows what she’s like. Or he should- her reputation precedes her. It always had, and likely always would, hence why she typically went out of her way to do the whole “i don’t give a damn” thing.  It was better to be feared than disrespected. If she were with Eli or Ardan, she would have made a Newton’s Law joke SO FAST, but as she is not, the girl keeps her expression neutral, “I’d introduce myself, but you seem to know who I am already.”

“Clearly…” He deadpans, eyes shifting from the blaring lights to the woman who now stood about a foot from the armchair. “You look like death.” He nodded mindfully to the statement, contemplation wrinkling his features as he tried to put the face to a name. Of course he knew of her, he’d seen her around – people seemed to fear her to a certain degree. At least he did. He knew she was their prefect, in fact, he knew her name not long before taking muggle medicine. He inhales sharply, covering up a cough with his fist before returning his hand to his book cover, before shifting to a more upright position. “I apologize if you need the room I can leave.” Before she could say no, the male shuffles forward and slowly rises till he was towering over the female – a charming smile ghosting over his lips as he prepares to collect his things. “I have enough strength to carry my rotting body to my living cell.” He continues, referring to his room as his cell at the thought of being behind four walls and a ceiling wasn’t exactly appealing either.

“ Hell, why is everyone in this school so dramatic.” she grumbled under her breath, before looking up (something she hates doing, eg why she wears boots all of the time evolution was working against her, damn it) a disbelieving expression, “You DO realize there’s a sick student protocol I have to follow, right?” Shit, she doesn’t know his name. To be fair, she doesn’t really know a lot of people outside of her three friends + the team, but still. She hands him his box of tissues with a raised eyebrow- she may have a protocol, but she’s not going to pack up his stuff for him. He’s a big boy, he can shove items into a rugsack by h i m s e l f. 

Yeah, nurturing isn’t really Sage’s thing. Healer was decidedly n e v e r on her list when she was deciding what she wanted to be when she grew up, and for a good reason.