#adlucemclosed

Boys are stupid. Can I move to Manchester?

I know it’s late. I’m just..I needed to talk to someone. Desperate owl to the rescue?

I’m fine and all.

Well, sort of. 

   The night of the engagement party had finally arrived, and to say Avianna was excited was an understatement. She’d been waiting for this night for a long time, but she tried not to be too obvious about it as she waited to greet Amycus at the fireplace. She’d been getting ready for hours, timing everything perfectly so that she’d be entirely finished by the time he got there- she didn’t want him to see her any way except entirely put together.

   The fireplace ignited and Avi looked over, a small smile gracing her lips. “Hi,” she greeted, making her way over to him. “I hate to break it to you, but you’re a bit underdressed.” she teased, her tone cool in an attempt to not show how he somehow always managed to make her instantly nervous. 

“Well, my dad just left because he insists on letting us have our own fun, whatever that means, really,“ Alice said as she walked back to her room where the other two boys were building the fort with a bunch of pillows and blankets. She stepped out to get the hot tea and chocolates and now there were three different colored mugs levitating in front of her, one for each of them, each holding the beverage they wanted.

“Oh, you guys are already so ahead, it’s looking great!” Alice smiled as she placed the mugs on her table and examined what the two boys did in the past couple of minutes. The fort was almost completely done already. “Can I help with something? More pillows or blankets, maybe?”

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But then, what kind of a name is ‘Annie’ or ‘Molly’ or any of the other hundreds of names floating around this castle. 

You can’t fault a man for his name, Annie.

But it’s still a funny name.

Annie has far too many one-sided conversations with herself. She’s the best conversationalist that she knows, and it isn’t as if she talks to anyone else. Yes, talking to one’s self could be considered a sign of a deteriorating mental state, but Annie had three years of therapy that told her she was already cooco for cocoa puffs, so she had no reason to go against the stereotypes plaguing her. Her eyes occasionally lift from where they’re following along a page slowly, reading as she’s so prone to doing, and she offers a touch of a smirk at the thoughts that swirl around her mind. 

The question stands. Is Longbottom an accurate description? She’s trying to catch a glimpse, to see if it fits, and she’s having a hard time saying yes. Because, in her own personal opinion, his bottom seems rather firm to her. 

But then, staring at people’s arses is likely just another tick in the ‘crazy Annie’ box that she’s made her home for the past nine or so years of her life. Her eyes turn back down as a heat fills her cheeks, and her eyes trail across the page without seeing the words. But she can’t help herself, she quickly scratches out a message and slides it across the table to him, smirk growing without looking up from the book.

‘Your bottom doesn’t look very long to me. Your name is misleading.’

After finding out that Greer had been so rude to Gilderoy she had to find out what happened. Maybe a letter would have been the more calm and sane way to react but it was Gilderoy Lockhart how could anyone say anything like that to someone as amazing as him. So a howler was sent to the Nott’s house.

Did you eat?

Narcissa had spotted Greer a few times throughout the night and most of the time she was either drinking, causing trouble with Evan or both. She desperately wanted to talk to her but she wasn’t sure when there would be a good moment to do it. She didn’t want to force or rush things, of course Greer had a right to be upset but Narcissa really wanted her friend back. 

At a moment where Greer and Evan were separated, she decided to make her move. Luckily she had a few drinks in her so that made it a little easier to approach. With one drink in hand she used her free hand to tap Greer on the shoulder to get her attention. ❝You looked like you could use another drink...❞ she offered the plastic cup with a smile, hoping the girl would take the peace offering.

Dumbledore turned the entire lake into a skating rink! It’s so nice! I went skating the moment I woke up this morning and now I can’t feel my toes. Of course, I had to drag Xeno, with me, because duh. I’m sure he thinks I’m the worst skater in the world.

I’m heading into the village soon to explore the shops and find the perfect gifts to send to mom and dad. How’s your holiday started? Is it fun so far? Are you and your sisters having fun?

Miss you already,