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As planned, Kazuma waited on the landing of the staircase that led to Gryffindor tower. Bishamon wasn’t one to make a grand entrance - except for Quidditch. Even then she asked, rather shyly, if Kazuma would pick her up.

“I’d rather you accompany me for the whole evening,” she’d said.

Though Kazuma may have read to far into this, the point plain and simple was that Bishamon wouldn’t like to go alone at all.

He held himself up stiffly, trying to recall any etiquette that would help him get through the evening without making himself look like an idiot in front of his date. He had dressed appropriately - a black suit with waistcoat and blue bowtie - and had a few basic conversation starters.

After a few tense moments of Kazuma rehearsing sentences in his head, and his bow, the portrait hole of the common room quietly opened.

Glancing around, the occupant stepped out, lifting the hem of her dress up slightly as she made her way to the top of the staircase where she found Kazuma half turned away, mining something with his hand to an invisible person.

Smoothing the fabric of her dress, she cleared her throat, and her date snapped to attention.

Words escaped Kazuma, all of his clever lines and compliments draining from his vocabulary as he catch sight of Bishamon waiting for him at the top of the stairs, hands folded in front of her with a bemused smile.

Her hair which normally fanned around her waist had been half pinned up with simple braids, joining together to fall as a heavy rope down her back amongst the free curls of fair hair. Threads of flowers weaved into the makeshift crown of braids, the small buds of snow white petals bursting open on the spidery stems.

Bishamon’s gown swept the floor, the midnight fabric spilling through her fingers like water as she hitched the hem of her dress up delicately to join Kazuma. Silver heels, nearly impossible to walk in if it hadn’t been for a lot of practice, peeped out from the dress, sparkling like the shimmering material of the dress that seemed to capture the night sky itself.

Once she had joined him, the silence between them lessened as Kazuma let out a shaky breath and a ‘hello’. Bishamon gave a small laugh and returned the greeting, looking at the ground with a coy smile when he stuttered a compliment.

Robustly Kazuma offered his arm to her, which she took gently with a more confident smile directed at him. The faint clicks of heel on stone and resounding footsteps filled the quiet as they walked to the Great Hall.

Bishamon’s cheeks were tinged pink at the intimacy of the arrangement, but did not match Kazuma who had changed a startling shade of pink as he tried to keep his focus on not tripping over himself from gawking at Bishamon, or taking her down with him.

like

look

they’re both so gorgeous ugh i’m not even lying i def ship paro/chandramukhi bc srk’s character was extra as hell 

like can these two wonderful women just end up together? I SHIP IT

there is SO MUCH LOVE between these two women and tbh Devdas got A LOT wrong but two women  - WHO SHOULD TECHNICALLY BE ENEMIES - showing this unconditional love and support for each other and being there for each other is the one thing they did right I gotta say

SHE GIVES HER ALL HER JEWELRY AND I SCREAM BC THAT SCENE IS SO IMPORTANT ESPECIALLY WHEN YOU THINK ABOUT IT, PARO IS GIVING UP ALL THAT’S LEFT OF HER FAMILY TO THIS COURTESAN THAT SHE DOESN’T EVEN REALLY KNOW THAT WELL SO THE COURTESAN CAN LEAVE A DANGEROUS SITUATION (i’m just gonna ignore SRK’s character bc ugh he pissed me tf off) AND IF THAT’S NOT TRUE LOVE IDK WHAT IS

also let’s not forget that paro lied to her husband’s family and brought chandramukhi into her husband’s home to celebrate (idk was it holi or karwa chauwth? idc) bc chandramukhi had never gotten that experience and SHE SUPPORTED CHANDRAMUKHI WHEN THE MOM AND THE DICK SON CALLED CHANDU OUT ON IT

ah okay sorry for this rant I know most of my followers aren’t even desi or into bollywood but UGH this was bothering me like WHY WAS SRK EVEN THERE why can’t this movie be about this beautiful friendship and then some 

I’m a theory now

Simply an exothermic