This went in a slightly different direction, hope you don’t mind

(I have no idea what squash is even about)

So there's this girl, right?

(Yeah, yeah, I know, hopeless lesbian andall that. I'm gonna get a date someday, I promise. But not every conversation Istart with that sentence is going to be about my new crush, god,Lorraine.)

I digress. You know how I do squash on theweekends? Well, nearly always, there's a girl there. She's got sort ofhalf-smile on her face that usually means you know something that everyone elsedoesn't, and huge sunglasses covering half of her face, like she wants to behidden from the world in general. It's usually when I get there early I seeher. She comes in with her bag slung over her shoulder, and nine times out often she's talking to somebody on her phone while she changes in the lockerroom- I can hear her voice, but not make out any of the words. If it's notthat, she's got something that looks like an iPad resting on her knees whileshe ties back her hair and she frowns at it while she brushes through pagesusing her elbow in lieu of her finger. Okay, yeah, a bit of a weirdo- I knewyou'd say that- but she's a mean squash player. Really mean. Ithink she might be doing it to get rid of pent-up aggression or something, but damncan she smack that ball.

So last week, we were all practicing, andthis girl seemed a whole lot tenser than usual. It was like her strings hadbeen tightened to the point where they were just about to snap, and she hadn'tsmiled even once. She kept glancing over at her gym bag every couple ofseconds, and when she missed the ball when I served it to her she stared at itfor a few seconds before swearing very loudly and creatively while shescrambled across to get it.

"Something wrong, MK?" one of theguys asked, and she actually growled and pitched the ball right at himwith a strength that was actually kind of impressive, even though I got theimpression that the guy in question had actually been concerned and hadn't beentrying to patronise her at all.

What? Oh yeah, everyone calls her MK. I'mnot sure what it's short for, probably something like Mary-Kate. I think it'skind of cool, though.

So we went on with this for about anotherhalf-hour, with nobody even daring to talk to MK because of how highly-strungshe was. It was disappointing, if I'm honest. I kind of- well. I may have beenplanning to ask her out on a date. I mean, I probably would have done it, but-she seemed so tense, and-

Ah, nevermind.

Picture the scene- fifteen minutes untilthe end of practice; we're pairing off for the final set of matches, and themysterious, alluring MK has been paired off with me. And she doesn't look happyabout it at all.

I tried not to take it personally- it waskind of obvious that she was having that sort of day- but seriously, I wasabout to ask her out. So we're about to start and I'm about to give herthat grin that you say makes me look fucking adorable, and then-

-well, then her phone goes off.

The song that played wasn't something Irecognized, but MK's face kind of simultaneously lit  up with excitement and complete, utter horrorat the same time, and she practically dived across the room so she couldget to her bag; scrabbling around desperately for the source of the noise.

"Yeah?" she said breathlesslyinto her phone. "-oh my god, Alex. Did- have you found him?"

There was a long moment of silencewhere  nothing and everything seemed tohappen at once, and MK's grip on her phone became white-knuckled to the pointwhere it might have been in danger of breaking.

"Good," she said, very quietly-so softly I nearly couldn't hear it. "That's- that's good. Is he-?"

Another long silence.

"Well, when he gets back into hisright mind, slap him for me so he knows just how much of a fucking idiot heis. Not that he had much of a right mind to begin with." A brief pause,and then she laughed- tense, but genuine. "Yeah, actually- I might just dothat. Is it alright if I-?"

For a second, she seemed to waver betweengrinning and frowning, and then she settled on a curious mixture of both."Okay. See you in a bit."

With that, she hung up, and after a quickset of excuses to the rest of the team, she was off, out of the doors likewherever she was going off to was the next level of existence, not meant formortals like us. Because MK really is something else. She's a goddess- one thatswears a lot and confuses me to no end, and possibly is the sort of genius thatmakes Einstein look like a drooling idiot, and it's confusing and wonderful.

I'm gonna ask her out next week.

F: What is your first fandom? 

Again Harry Potter for regular stuff (or maybe pokemon). podcasts is wtnv lol

O:  Choose a song at random, what ship does it remind you of?

Thank you! We are also really excited! :D

27: Any phobias or fears?

Not a fan of huntsmen spiders, but it’s more an ongoing feud than fear.

Standard things, failure, never knowing love, etc.

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29: Do you believe in reincarnation?

I don’t technically know what I think, but the universe finds a way to recycle all things, so it’s very plausible that the life-energy we have inside us continues on in a different form.

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30: Favorite movie?

/Not sure/

23. Single or multi POV, and why?

Depends on the type of story.

If it is happening to an individual, then you talk about the events around them and their feelings. But multi-pov can be very useful.

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29. Who do you write for?

...me. Occasionally also as a gift to people.

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30. Favourite line you’ve ever written.