#enerveta

“ got a problem. ”

now, usually, sweet pea would take this particular kind of problem to toni, but given that topaz is on his shitlist right now... that’s not happening. he can’t go to fogarty, either, that’s just out of the question. “ boy problem, ”  he adds, belatedly, having already slid into the booth opposite raven, without waiting for an invitation, or permission.  “ need your advice, and yeah, I realise that boy problems aren’t exactly in your wheelhouse --- but I figure queer problems probably are. ”  he’ll freely admit to it being an asshole assumption to make, but he’s out of options, and this is really starting to bug him. 

sapphire eyes lift to meet hers .            ❛    you still do deserve better .    ❜

Something stands, an obstacle, between her and the books they’ve planned to STEAL. Two sisters, of different misters, on a mission for knowledge... or perhaps that’s the glorious calling that they’ve assigned their shenanigans together, because whom else would enjoy a little late night sneaking about more than Emmeline and Marlene? They’re troublemakers, the two of them together, the devil made woman... a better discovery within which each other than it was for some errant soul. With fingers in curled blonde hair, blue eyes dart towards the other girl, the pair illuminated within their truest nature. Smirks left alight upon their lips.

                     “Shall we?”

It’s a laugh and a lark, light footsteps tapping through the halls, its feet on flagstone as she darks from the tower, from the common rooms of their house. No prisoners to be held, as her robes are left behind, left, with a wand well ARMED within the loop of her skirts. “Late night snackage, or no?” it’s a trick question of course, as Marlene’s pretty features flash within the light seen in a slice from the window. Stage whispers meant to carry, but not to be heard, not by outsiders, not those that desire to join in on plans that they ought not to.

They’re the daughters of witches and warlocks, in a school meant to bring them up to be the finest. Instead they’re learning how to thieve and sneak, to creep and crawl... and it’s all for the best isn’t it? The boys have their fun, but it’s all a bullshit club where they’ve been excluded... for now. But GIRLS KNOW HOW TO HAVE FUN TOO, and Marlene’s hand reaches out to hold Emmeline’s own, as she drags her friend down a side hallway she’s found, as she tugs her towards a back entrance a lovely little house elf whispered of. “Did you bring the stuff?”

             She struts in like she owns the place ––– and she very well could. The white, rich, blonde girl with a white, rich daddy who’d paid for this ostentatious wing of the college could very well be a white, rich, redhead. NEVER MAKE ASSUMPTIONS! 

Every click of her stilettos is strategic; the earth quakes in fear: watch the apex predator. 

The room is crowded, a common quality of a general requirement class. Turns out even a fat bank account can’t bypass those. LAME. Two minutes later, a girl her age drops into the seat beside her. Their elbows touch. Cameron’s eye visibly narrows. “ Do you MIND? ” 

❝  i mean,  come on  -----  it’s not just natural causes,  but it’s darker than that,  too.   people are getting killed,  and  .  .  .    and you’re the one finding the answers.  it’s astonishing.  i could never stomach it,  but oh,  it’s refreshing to know that there are people who know how to look for the truth.  ❞   people like her are the ones she has to think about,  who she has to be careful for.   ❝  people like you are the reason i feel safe around here.  ❞ 

there’s no reason to assume there’s anything behind her words.  why should anyone,  why should shirley?   as far as she knows,  beth doesn’t know anything different.   she has always been so good at lying.