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A small smirk tugged at Sara’s lips, and she shook her head, “Your team has better things to do than monitor everywhere I go and everything I do.” Especially because she was aimless yet again. Leaving the League, unsure of whether or not she should return home. It was like she just kept going in circles.

It had been her intention to seduce him. Betty needed some quality time with him. The blonde had wanted him so much for the last couple of weeks, but there simply hadn’t been any time. 

Judging his reaction though, he had completely misread her intention. Not wanting him to feel guilty or worse, disgusted with her for doing that in front of all the Serpents, she didn’t push. 

Instead, she sat down next to him, gently putting her hand on top of his. This moment had gotten a lot more emotionally charged than intended. 

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Hermione and Draco-

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Reagan was headed back to the alley she’d called home for the past few nights, a discarded apple held triumphantly in hand, when she almost stepped on a bloodied body. Empty shell casings and random debris surrounded it - him? - and she took a step back, nearly dropping her dinner in the process.

But when he started to move, she shoved the apple in her messenger bag, and she instinctively reached out to press her hands to - well, was there anywhere that he wasn’t bleeding? Maybe she should just make an anonymous call to the police...

And yet the words, “Who did this to you?” tumbled out of her mouth anyway, and when he responded - with a smile no less - she was hoping it wasn’t as bad as it looked. 

Because he looked like an extra from The Walking Dead.

“You and I have very different definitions of ‘bad day.’ ...What can I do? Should I flag down help? Or is there someone you want me to call?”

Zed looked at him with wide eyes for a moment, until realization sunk in. God was his father. Ignoring the shoes, seeing as how that hadn’t even been what she’d been pointing out to begin with, she couldn’t help but question him now, the eagerness written all over her face. “What’s it like? Being the son of God?” 

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Hermione and Draco- In which he wipes her memory in order to protect her.

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Emma quickly let her hair down as she entered the Institute. It wouldn’t be good for Julian to see her like this, all bloody and bruised. The last thing she needed was for her parabatai to head back out there and go up against the demon himself. A demon she failed to defeat on her own, because she had felt weirdly dizzy and void of energy for some reason. 

She remembered wondering if something had been wrong with Julian to make her feel like that, but she never got the chance to ponder it more as a giant razor-like claw sliced at her face, seeming to cut her to the bone. 

A sound startled her out of the memory and the blonde quickly turned her face away as she picked up the pace to her room. 

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It had always been hard for Katniss to share what she was feeling. And although she was no longer too busy SURVIVING, it still hadn’t gotten any easier. The constant darkness and depression ever since her little duck died seemed to swallow her every word most days. If it wasn’t for Sue, she would have withered away by now. 

Faced with Gale though, something had gone through her. It was like a sort of electricity shocking her entire being into being AWAKE. Even if she would slip back into that perpetual darkness after, it couldn’t hurt to try. Even if she wasn’t entirely sure WHAT she should be trying, Katniss did know she had to do something --anything if she wanted to feel another spark. 

“I don’t know, Gale. I just-- I miss hunting, out in the woods, passed the old fences...” 

If she was going to suffer anyway, she might as well do it with him by her side. The brunette hadn’t exactly forgiven him, nor was she sure if she ever could, but she did miss him. THEM. The Katniss she’d been years ago when it was just the two of them, hunting and feeling more free than they ever would outside of those stolen moments.