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          dorcas only earned a quick glance and an eye roll for her statement before ted’s gaze went back to the paper on the table in front of him. there were quite a lot of words on it already, but definitely not enough, and time was running out.

          « lunch break’s over in half an hour, and i’m still not done with the homework. i am, quite literally, running out of time. »

          yesterday, when they were supposed to do the research for this essay, dorcas and him had instead started a fight over whether it was better to put dry or fresh alihotsy leaves into alihotsy draught, and in the end, they hadn’t done any research at all. but ted was not going to lose points for his house because he liked arguing with dorcas too much, so he really was trying hard to still finish it before potions started.

      ‘       oh    ,    hi.     --       how  come  you’re  not  at  practice  ?       ’ 

@pcltrghosts​ ⏤ mun questions

             ❛   huh,    ---    your  face  isn’t  ringing  any  bells  with  me      ❜      her  tone  is  chilly,    drawn  up  to  her  full  height  as  she  looks  down  at  the  other  girl.  with  recent  events  how  they’ve  been,  with  more  demons  then  ever  crawling  their  way  up  the  beaches  and  the  clave  sniffing  around  -  emma  was  more  wary  than  ever  of  strangers.  she  had  no  interest  in  making  any  new  friends.  she  had  the  blackthorns  and  that  was  all  she  needed.   technically,   they  were  supposed  to  let  anyone  who  came  to  the  institute  wanting refuge in,  but  emma  is  sure  there  isn’t  any  rule  trying  to  discourage  people  from  asking  for  sanctuary  in the  first  place.        ❛      why   are  you  here  -   if  you  want  anything  you  should  go  somewhere  else,    all  we  have  is  RATS  and  kids,    I  swear  that  on  the  angel  raziel  himself        ❜

When he finally knocks, and the door opens, it’s like a whirlwind. He’s let into the sitting room by three women, and he explains about how he needs a potion, and they nod sympathetically and chatter amongst themselves while he sits awkwardly in front of them.  he’s starting to wonder if he made the right decision. he knew he needed something to help him deal with Fleamont Potters death, and the rumours that the Meadows women could brew a potion to help with that was too tempting to not at least consider.     

He’s distracted in his own thoughts, and the chatter of the women, too much to notice Dorcas when she comes into the room. But when he looks up to see her, he jumps. He didn’t know a lot about Dorcas, he’d seen her around and maybe exchanged a hello with her in the corridors - but he hadn’t expected to see her here. He hadn’t wanted to see anyone he knew here, even someone who was practically a stranger like Dorcas. 

                        ❛  what are YOU doing here ?    ❜  james blurts out.   he regrets that instantly. he should have said nothing, and hoped she didn’t recognise him. But he supposed it was too late now. 

@pcltrghosts​  asked / “You’re so, so, so pretty.” / jenny @ therese?