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          “ don’t– ”  he  grunts,  trying  to  sound  annoyed,  but  he  actually  doesn’t  know  what  he’s  even  trying  to  say.  dom’s  softness  is  actually  comforting,  much  to  james’  chagrin,  but  he  is  even  more  surprised  to  find  that  he  actually  wants  her  to  stay.  he  doesn’t  even  know  what  his  cousin  is  doing  here,  and  his  fever-burdened  brain  is  hanging  itself  up  on  the  logistics  of  her  presence.  it’s  still  their  grandma’s  house,  who  insisted  she  take  care  of  him  while  his  parents  go  to  work,  even  when  he  is  old  enough  to  look  after  himself.  the  break  is  a  rotten  time  to  get  sick  and  all  he  does  is  waste  his  precious  free  time  by  sleeping  it  off.  it’s  understandable  that  he  doesn’t  feel  quite  lucid  when  he  sees  dominique  and  has  her  actually  be  kind  to  him,  because  they  haven’t  been  friends  in  a  few  years.  maybe  that’s  the  point,  and  she’s  here  to  patronize  him.  she’ll  see  where  that  gets  her.

james’ tie is knotted with a method best described as contempt and his shirt-tails ragging beneath the bottom of his sweater.  his dark hair is as messy as it always is and his eyes dart over to lily.  the smile on james’ face could light coal mines, “ what a dreadful thought, evans really, ” he says. putting his finger to the side of his nose and his temple, “sirius is among that crowd,” james bites the bottom of his lip then. a grin, teeth showing.  his eyes crinkling up, complete mirth waiting for her reaction to his remark. 

“the village is short two of you, then.” red hair falls messily over her shoulder as she turns her head to look at him. how dare he smile at her like that, making her heart do that pitter-patter thing it did ONLY when she was around him? the audacity of him, honestly. it was enough to make her cross, and his joke was rewarded with a straight-faced look. 

          “Have you ever actually been in the library?” There was a teasing sort of smile curling at her lips. Oh he teased her constantly about always being in the library, but he had wanted to spend time with her, but she had an essay due. So she had given him the option to tag along with her. Though she doubted they would actually make it to the library, he would probably convince her to go elsewhere, or she would let him drag her somewhere. But she wasn’t too upset about that. 

kit woke to find lily standing over her bed, “ i keep having nightmares” she whispered, asking if she could sleep with kit, inside her huge bed. “ of course, ” kit murmured, pushing white blankets away, the pale blonde shifted slightly to make room for her best friend. “ get in, also lily? you do not have to ask, just jump in if you are having nightmares,” kit pulled the blanket over lily as soon as she curled up beside her. recently lily has been a regular guest not only in the snicket mansion but also in kit’s bed. nightmares came more often after the redheads’s parents had died a view weeks ago,  kit figured that all that she could to to make it a little easier on lily was to let her sleep beside her, not that she minded they had slept in one bed more than often, since ever they became friends. one would let the other always sleep next to them, if one of them was in need,  “ do you want me to cuddle to till you fall asleep?”

lily nodded mutely as she crawled into the large bed, as close to kit as she could possibly get, red hair fanning out against her pillows. there were TEARS in her eyes that she refused to acknowledge, with dark circles that showed just how LITTLE sleep she was getting. 

all she could see when she closed her eyes were her parents’ lifeless eyes, staring up at her, accusing her. reflected in them, the green hue of the DARK MARK, of the killing spell, of her own eyes begging them to wake up. 

 “thank you,” she muttered, breathing warmly into the blonde’s hair -- even before the offer to CUDDLE, she had curled herself almost protectively around kit. this war would not take her from her too. 

send me a ᕤ // you barely got out of there alive

                     Who… who’s there?! / from Elle?   /   @vonlordes​

he  curses  under  his  breath  ,    freezing  halfway  between  the  common  room  door  and  the  dormitory  stairs .   he  hadn’t  seen  elle  on  the  couches,  had  thought  the  entire  common  room  was  empty  and  it  would  be  easy  to  sneak  out .   he  knows  she  can’t  see  him,  his  invisibility  cloak  had  never  let  him  down  before,  but  maybe  she  sensed  a  presence, or  heard  his  footsteps  across  the  floor .   

indecision  roots  him  in  place.  he  thinks  revealing  himself  in  the  middle of  the  common  room  might  be  more  of  a  fright  than  anything.  and  besides,  he’s  not  that  eager  to  give  up  the  secret  of  the   cloak .   its  secret  had  served him  too  well  to  give  it  up  that  easily .  

tact had never been one of ruby’s strong suits, despite the way her remarks or outfits would make granny shout from the kitchen or till, she never thought to work on her people skills. she got by with a smile and some charm, or at least most people were willing to forgive a direct question or two.