#ftholland

........... if shannon only knew i'm not the same person i used to be after this reply

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Toby: Did it hurt, Holland?

Blood boiled in the Gryffindor, as if the larva of Tartarus itself was pumping through Toby McCloskey’s veins. His hair, as usual, had a life of it’s own, flashing a shocking shade of deep red as adrenaline, anxiety, anger, and an underlying hurt mingled in his mind. Never before had he ever looked so livid. Toby was easy-going. Charismatic. Friendly. But the person who stormed the halls like Schwarzenegger’s The Terminator was a totally different boy. He had already spend an hour and a half scrubbing floors under the watchful eye of Fart-Arse Filch, but the one image that kept returning to his mind left him fit to burst. He had done his best all day to erase it from his system — the sight of Holland with Emerson Rosier — but as he slipped through the portrait hole all rational thought became impossible. His eyes immediately fell upon Holland’s, colour rising in his cheeks under her gaze as he stood frozen like a rabbit caught in the headlights. He was going to walk past her, to do everything in his power to ignore her, but now he was faced with her, he couldn’t avoid it. Impulsiveness had always been his weakness. In a few short strides he had closed the space between them, striding across the Common Room with a face like thunder. “Rosier? Really, Holland? You’re hanging around with that Don Juan, skirt-chasing, all-you-can-eat-sex-buffet?” [ ftholland ]