#chaoticgoodz

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    it is the moon. there is no other explanation for it. at least, not one that sydney would sooner accept. after all, this wasn’t typical pisces behavior—what it was was typical scorpio moon behavior. which, sydney fitted the bill almost perfectly (as if her psyche attached itself to the description itself). and in which, it is perfectly fine for her to be here.

    fingers laced tight with another. hand lifting to tickle the grand pear before them.

         well, you live and then you die.

    “cmon, rina.” the ravenclaw ushers the gryffindor into the entrance, excitement climbing with her appetite as the warmth of the kitchen and a scent of something sweet envelops her.

    “do you think they’re still mad from last time…” sydney trails off, dollish eyes staring into the multiple pairs that stared back. and now, she figures, moon sign or not — now this might not have been a very good idea.

    “i—haha—” the laugh is awkward to the point of painful, using her grip on her friend to tug her forward and between her and them. “rina wants to apologize for last time… you know… the thing with the pie and all.”

    sydney offers her friend a nudge between ribs. eyes widening to the point of bulging and smile forced (frozen). “right?” she speaks through her teeth, head jerking toward the direction of the elves.

    “right, rina?”

     you do know we’re not leaving till we get what we came for, right?

                           ( READ: AN AQUARIUS AND A PISCES AND A LAKE )

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     winter. unsurprisingly, it’s cold. comes with a sort of bone chill that nips at the soft of her cheeks, drives a nasty shiver down her spine. sydney had expected it, but she’s disappointed all the same. though she had no particular favorite season, she supposes winter is the most damning.

     the way the black lake freezes over, sad. 

     not that it stops them, they’re here aren’t they, nestled side by side on the shore over-watching the lake. 

     already, ice has begun to form around the edges, a good couple feet toward the center. pretty. 

     “hey,” her eyes peer over to her partner-in-crime, reaching out to tap on the spine of the book that has such enraptured the attention of her best friend. “did you know,” now, let me tell you know that something that starts like this never ends well. “that supposedly, merpeople sing different songs depending on the season?”

     moment pause, the degree in which her expression lights up rivals the sun.

     “wanna go see? i mean—” sydney shoots another glance at the thick ice beneath their feet. “it’s pretty frozen from here on to over there...” she grins, oddly confident for such an awful, awful idea. the ravenclaw hardly waits for an answer before she slips off the shore, knees bending slightly when she settles on solid ice, shooting rina a pointed look. perfect.

     “see? perfectly fine—cmon riiiiiiiina,” sydney whines, extending her hand. “let’s go!”

Send “&” for a LOVING text.

yuko➡rina: you fall asleep in class far too often, you know that? yuko➡rina: i don’t know what your grades are like, but if you need help i can help you yuko➡rina: just don’t get used to it

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

yuko➡rina: i’ve been meaning to ask for years, but what was it like riding a giant bird?yuko➡rina: to school i meanyuko➡rina: that was really weird i’m so sorryyuko➡rina: but still, what was it like? 

Send “#” for a RANDOM text.

          nikolai is going to shit himself---perhaps quite 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘.   he’s been sitting here for the past ten minutes, and not one ravenclaw has stopped by to let him into the tower.   knowing his studious housemates, they’re likely huddled in the corner of the library, cramming away.   ❝ nerds, ❞   he murmurs  ( even though he’s out here waiting for someone to solve the riddle so that he can go in  &  grab his textbooks ).

          he doesn’t get it.   why do ravenclaws need to solve a riddle to get in?   gryffindors don’t have to face a 𝐁𝐎𝐆𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐓 every time they want to enter their common room, so what’s up with that.