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SEND A “Ϟ” FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION TO YOUR’S RUNNING THEIR FINGERS ALONG A SCAR ON MY MUSE’S BODY.
◜ tw: self harm. ◞
THE GRYFFINDOR GIRLS were drunk, but when were they not drunk whenever they were together ? that was the question. there was some formal party being thrown by a ravenclaw that had invited them both, but after only a few minutes they decided that this party was too dull for their liking. so the pair snuck off with a few bottles of booze and went all the way back to gryffindor tower. they sat on the couches of the common room, giggling like idiot talking about boys & lessons & more boys. it wasn’t until dorcas had began to hold mary’s hand that she noticed the scars on her upper arm that were laid in perfect vertical lines. the atmosphere turned serious. the brunette looked over at the blonde, shaking her head. she didn’t want dorcas to feel like she needed to say anything so she spoke before the blonde had a chance to. ❛ it was a long time ago, doe, ❜ she stated. which it was, during the time of her first year when her parents didn’t want her anymore. she had the idea stuck in her head that if her parents didn’t want her around, who did ? the placement of her injuries was just to have somewhere where she could hide the cuts easily. an immense amount of pressure was not on her chest, feeling the emotions that she buried long ago come up to the surface. pulling down the sleeves of her shirt, she grabbed the bottle of firewhiskey & took a swig.
