#this is shocking.

send stuff to people instead of just answering what gets sent to you ( equal amounts of give and take )

when you send qs to people , refrain from sending generic qs that nobody - including yourself - really wants to know the answer to . do a quick scan of the characters blog . read over their bio / intro again . ask them something slightly personal , or at least something fun

It had been about a week since Libby had gotten home from Hogwarts, after leaving for the final time. Except, it was her home. Not really. It was Robet's. Both Libby and Louis had taken a stand against their father and packed up their stuff, and moved over to Robert's small flat, when their father told them that Elizabeth was to be moving in. To them, it was a betrayal to their mother, and neither would stand for it. 

In the early hours of the afternoon, Libby was awoken by a bustle of someone outside of the door, on the corridor of the flat. Peeking through the peep hole, Libby sow a cute looking boy, struggling with boxes upon boxes. 

She looked down at what she was wearing, to see that it was an old top of one of her brothers and a pair shorts.

Quickly, the girl swung open the door and lent against the door frame, "Would you like some help with that?" She asked and giggled as the boy dropped a couple of things as he spun around. Grabbing things from the floor, she said, "Hi! I'm Libby. Live right there." She pointed to the door she had just come out of, "If you didn't gather." She said with a smile. "Stanton." The boy said simply, and then, after a paused, added "I'm living here. Your help would be... appreciated." 

I.... I wonder what sex feels like...

Is it nice?

Special?