#faentasi

@faentasi​​​​​​​ asked :   ❝ Don't worry, you're not going crazy. ❞ | from harry

"Oh! Good!" Sarcasm heavily dripped off the girl's tone, muttering the words over and over again until she sounded less vocal and more muttering like a lunatic. "And here I thought I had earned myself a spot in a mental institution coming to a place like this ..." Perhaps she was a little more sarcastic than usual because it was the very person who she had been trying with all her might to avoid who had addressed her.  

After all, Amelia might have answered Harry ... but she didn't turn around to face him nor even bother to spare a glance in his direction. In truth, this time she had a legitimate excuse to use: whatever bizarre horse-like, skeleton creature it was that she saw had been strapped in to pull the carriages. They looked like death, sending an icy chill down Amelia's spine as she folded her arms firmer across her chest. She couldn't tear her wide, uneasy stare away from them. What kind of school had she gotten herself into?

@faentasi​ asked :   “ i’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. no matter the cost. “ | from harry

Amelia strained to hold back a sigh from her as she gave Harry an utmost unamused look: head tilting to the side. It wasn't that she was annoyed at him for caring for her or feeling protective. After all, a lot had changed since the death of Sirius: she had come to realize that Harry was indeed her family (she'd started to be more open towards her newly discovered twin and tried to be less heavily guarded than she had originally been) ... but that didn't mean she wanted him to risk his life for the sake of protecting her.

"If that's code for 'I'll do something dangerous and stupid to keep you safe' then guess what? I'll be the one killing you for being stupid." Amelia's quick remark came out a little more sarcastic than she had intended, yet even so, she meant every word. "I'm serious." Her eyes narrowed at him, piercing and vulnerable all at the same time. "Don't you dare make me lose another brother again ..."

◤‧₊˚🦀˚₊‧⁺˖ ARIEL◢         --- she is woken from her peaceful slumber by an enticing smell, sitting up in bed she stretches && yawns. eric isn’t next to her but not even a few seconds later he returns holding a tray of food. ❝ you made me breakfast? ❞ a rhetorical question, her smile bright enough to rival even the morning sun just outside. ❝ thank you eric. ❞ ariel takes the tray and balances it upon her lap. ❝ don’t tell me let me see if i remember what everything is called…these here are waffles right? and these are…tomatoes? no, those are red; these aren’t. oh! potatoes! what’s this brownish-gold stuff? see…rope? syrup? what do i put it it on? ❞ the former mermaid asks him.

Isabelle knew that she never needed to necessarily run anything past Clary, but with the need for paperwork, she knew that putting in an order for new blades still needed to pass through the Head of the Institute. With a click of her heels along the tiled floor, Isabelle smirked as she rounded the corner to Clary's office, "I have that paperwork you asked for," she bent over and placed the form on Clary's desk. "Tell me why the Clave insists on us putting these orders in. The seraph blades are starting to wear and we just cannot keep sharpening them. I need new ones, they should just provide them." The frustration was clear in the Lightwood's voice.