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It had taken a lot of talking, yelling, and magical tantrums but finally the two had been able to talk through the events.

Kiara was furious that Lyra had endangered herself. The what if’s running through her mind. But Lyra stayed adamant that this mage was of no threat. That he was kind and wanted to help. When Lyra showed her the crystal she was tempted to snatch it from her and destroy it. Fear that it was a trap.

//Love you too babes <3 One goes right back to you!

My love goes out too 

@crucioslut ; The one who does the shooting while I drive us to the boarder. Ride or die means ride or die trying!

@calleo-bricriu ; Like a really corny bad movie you can’t help but watch to hurt yourself with. I’m still not over those weird ass kids videos you send me.

@cursed-and-chosen ; Who lets me get away with sinning.

@qceensofkings ; Been in the long haul with me. Knows too much to leave alone. Semi afraid of.

@brewedglory ; Who I can share my dirty secrets with which tend to just look like bubble gun cuties stuff but still sees me as all evil mess never the less.

@therearemoreimportanthings ; The good girl who falls for the bad boy and will hold the stash cause the cops don’t check the mayors daughter. 

@imnotbrokcn ; The one you run away with to fake your death and live out your new life as a Cuban fisher man. I hope they bury our fake bodies together.

send my muse “we’re alone now, you could kiss me.” for their reaction.

“I suppose I could, couldn’t I Albus?” Severus drawled out slowly, darkened eyes dragging themselves up towards his former mentor. If anyone else had said such words to him, suspicion would have been at the forefront of his mind, wondering whether they were attempting to trick him, or mock him, or something else equally horrible.

Yet Severus Snape was the only man Albus Dumbledore truly trusted, and such trust went both ways.

He took Albus’ hand tenderly in his own, lifting it up in order to press his own thin lips to the back of his fingers, what he hoped to be a sign of his deep respect for the older wizard. He then took a step closer before sealing their affection with another small kiss on the cheek, brief, gentle, small, yet indicative of how deep their friendship had been able sail despite treacherous conditions.

"Oldie... but goodie."

She felt bad about this. For skipping so often. Defense Against The Dark Arts was difficult, even more so by the fact that most of the magic required you to feel a certain way. The tension of unease she felt towards the class was one thing, but the unease around Dumbledore was another. It wasn’t that she disliked him, the opposite in face, he had always been her favorite professor, but it was almost as though he always had a strange, acute awareness of the room around him. As someone who gets very nervous around her past, this was something that terrified her, making the class unbearable at most times.

The gift was Newt’s idea, it was something she was fairly proud about having worked it herself with original intention to give to her father though she no longer had means to do this without an owl and was too worried prideful to ask for someone else’s to send. Now, she’d found, she had a purpose for the gift she’d hand made when she went to Newts for a week in the summer.

With a shaking sigh and hiding the quill behind her back she knocked twice on the door, bouncing anxiously on the balls of her feet.