#theaburke

"You’re dead," he said, grabbing hold of his own cream pie.

Thea and Elliot do not, and he’s pretty sure they will not cross paths. Of course, he’s heard of the Slytherin, remembers her unimpressed face when he struggled to help the staff lug his trunk aboard the Express. 

When cursed with youth and the innocence it spouts forth (as innocent as that particular group of kids could be) things remained consistently simple. Lectured about how the world is, how it should be, and informed about their privileged position within the idyllic grand scheme of things -- it was nice to have complementary company. Caleb grew up as such, and at one point had a more than an amiable acquaintance with Thea Burke. However, over the years, it was not maintained. One's heart softened, while the other's grew harder. They drifted apart and transformed over the years until one day the realization hit that they were both shadows of their former selves. Things had changed, irreparably. Loathing grew where friendship had once bloomed, and Caleb is left pretentiously reciting: "We cross our bridges when we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and a presumption that once our eyes watered.”

James isn’t sure what to think of Thea. On one hand, she’s often cold and somewhat rude― but then, so is he. She can be kind, from what he’s seen of her secret smiles and the way she laughs with her friends, and oddly enough they tend to run in the same circles. When they talk, which isn’t often, it’s nothing but snark, completely void of real meaning. He thinks he might like to keep it that way― there’s no knowing what could happen when two people like them collide.

With a propensity for uniting to bitch about others instead of butting heads with each other, their dynamic is something Gisèle truly enjoys. With her dry humour, sharp wit and occasional bouts of mischief making, they match well as companions. It’s a good thing Thea likes attention as much as she does because they certainly know how to draw it when they want.

Thea is a bit of a puzzle. Rose enjoys sitting and reading next to her. Sometimes she brings Thea baked goods if she has leftovers after her usual distribution. Mostly, Rose just enjoys being around someone who obviously knows that half the school are idiots and immature. Rose loves exchanging looks with Thea when people do dumb things around them. She truly believes Thea is intelligent and going places, and Rose wouldn't mind being better friends with her. 

It began s l o w l y. Distant, at first. Creeping. Consuming. Growing more potent. The metallic taste in his mouth made him want to wretch.No. He refused to believe that this was a taste of what to come. A warning sign - but oh! It was. Staggering forward, the blond attempted to conceal himself in a rarely traversed corridor. Bracing against a stone wall, a tremble and a chill settled deep into his bones.  A sudden jolt! of electricity shot from his feet to the top of his head and down, down, down he went. Collapsing, colliding. Thudded and horizontal on stone and a prisoner of his own body. Unable to move, unable to stop the rhythmic writhing as it started.                                                 jerk, jerk, jerk, jerk.   Blue eyes rolled back into his skull and rolled forward once again, syncing up with an ever increasing display of spasms. Footfalls echoed and neared, and bleary eyes caught a shakey, unfocused snapshot of none other than Thea Burke."Look at you, as fragile as a flower." "He — l … p,” was all that he was able to push past his lips before the seizure and following darkness claimed him in full force.