Do you need another teacher at the academy?

When the children decided to go to Hogsmeade, Audrey would usually venture there herself but it was raining as she had decided that she didn’t want to risk it so she intended to read in her quarters for a while. As she was wandering down a classroom of corridors, she saw Lucan’s door ajar so she peered her head in and gave him a smile. “Decided to give Hogsmeade a miss as well?” She asked him as she lent against the doorframe before wandering inside a little further, hoping he wouldn’t mind. 

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my opinion on;

character in general: I’m just going to talk about Lucas because I only know Lucas, but I actually really love this character? I love his face--perfect face claim. He’s funny, he’s snarky, and he’s a very interesting person!how they play them: It’s their character, so that’s up to them. I think they write Lucas very fluidly. I haven’t explored much into Lucas yet, but from his sass, he’s very quick witted and light on his feet.the mun: I don’t know the mun personally, and I’ve never talked to them, so I have no opinion on the mun at this point tbh

do i;

follow them: yeahrp with them: mhmwant to rp with them: more or less yesship their character with mine: in v. this is the end: nooo;; that’s never gonna happen--if we did anything else, ???? maybe~~

what is my;

overall opinion: Fantastic blog! The mun is a great writer! Not entirely my style, but they’re fantastic anyways! They exceeded previous thoughts and expectations I had about them.

"I'm looking for the Skinwalkers, not you. What are you even doing here? Have you been following me all this time?"

    She’s struggling to hear normal conversation over the sounds in her head, there’s plenty of other things she can still hear though, the screaming, the blaring of car alarms, occasional gunfire. The stench of smoke and blood hangs heavy on the air. Fires crackle, giving light to otherwise darkened streets, the light from the sky an eerie red that makes it hard to tell the difference between day and night. The barrier thrums inaudibly, mocking them, penning them in just waiting to be gunned down or ripped to shreds, she’s not a big fan of either option. 

“What are you still doing here in Beacon Hills?” Marius asked. He was seated in the guidance consular’s chair. His gun was laid out on the desk. Just to show him that this would only be business. This time at least. “I told you over a week ago to get out.”