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* Euphemia Vane

    (04/29/2017 at 15:43)
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the last day of summer
9:00pm           


She'd pulled Hel along in her wake, unable to resist the lure of the bonfire, burning bright against the ebony sky for one final night. It wouldn't be long before other campers joined them, she suspected, drawn there like moths to a flame. They'd spent seemingly countless evenings here these past weeks, arrayed against the stars, swapping stories and sharing glances and sneaking off into the surrounding darkness.

But now, summer had come to an end.

It was a bittersweet notion: Effy was, as always, eager to continue her studies, and this was an important year. There'd be O.W.L.s, and she had no intention of disappointing her own expectations. But this summer had been magical, in its own way, the various pieces of her life slotting together into new and unexpected forms, and a strange sort of happiness she'd never before known coalescing in the space behind her ribcage.

She watched the fire burn, and wrapped her bare arms across her chest. "Well," she said, and grinned, teeth flashing in the semi-darkness. "This is it."
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SLYTHERIN

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* Zak Weiland

    (04/29/2017 at 22:44)
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It was his last day of freedom. His last day of feeling gentle summer breezes against bronzed skin, of staying up until the weight of night dragged him down by its heavy wings, of sleeping until day screamed at him to turn this lazy, sainted body. He wasn't ready to come home, back under motherly gazes, wasn't ready for no OWLs, nor gravity, nor grief. He was born a summer child, and forever would he be one, basking in all the glory of the sun.

The only thing he was truly ready for was to be back on that Pitch, clad in all red and roaring, roaring until they bestowed that Captain title on him like a crown upon the head of kings. For Cait was Queen, and even with Mavis gone, with Ronnie away and married off, would they prove the fire of their lions' hearts.

Crackling, like the flames of this last ritual bonfire.

Glowing, as he exhaled invisible cigarette smoke into the grey evening air.

As uncharacteristically silent as he could ever be - Zak was a good student in some manners, but he'd never gone to school for learning. He went to school because of these very people that were surrounding him this very moment. Warm - theirs were friendships he wouldn't turn down for any gift.

(Lips upon lips upon lips.)

And he grinned, sheepishly, at the fire.
THUNDER,  FEEL  THE  THUNDER
LIGHTNING AND THE THUNDER
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Helen Kane

    (04/30/2017 at 11:00)
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It was a bittersweet send off; the stars coming out in their thousands for one last hurrah of spectacle, stealing all the breath from her lungs and the thoughts from her head. The crackle of the fire and Effy's dulcet heat beside her lulled her into something serene, head empty and heart pounding with the glorious promise of another glittering term.

Hel was turning sixteen, soon, an age that was apparently rife with problems and hormones and new discoveries (according to her father, at least), but she couldn't imagine how these things would affect her any worse than they already had. She wore her bright-eyed curiosity on her sleeve; the castle may have gotten slightly claustrophobic as the term wore on, but it had never become less magical.

Could home be a person? She wondered it, idly, and snuck a look at Effy, and then Zak when he joined them. She greeted him with a wave, smile already materialising, and knew she'd have to think it over. "Hey, Zak," she said, and tipped her head in his direction as a welcome.

She took another look at the sky, unable to stop herself from think of how she'd lain under them, with both the people sharing the firelight, lips on lips on jaws on cheeks and foreheads. It made her smile, the memories still bright and timelessly beautiful, and she coveted that little secret and cradled it close to her chest.

She looked back around. "Looking back," she said, grin eating at the corners of her mouth, "What's been your favourite part of the summer?"
swim with me
i think i can see the beach

* Euphemia Vane

    (05/02/2017 at 00:56)
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Hel's words echoed, because she'd asked this question already and Effy's answer hadn't changed (even though her lips couldn't give shape to the words, not even here in the dark). And so it was more for Zak's benefit than her own, leaving Effy and all of her unspoken truths to the flames.

The dark summer sky had stood witness to all manner of sins, hadn't it? She and Hel... she and Adrian... it was strange, perhaps, the way she held those moments closer to her chest than any of those beneath the brilliant light of day.

But if the night belonged to Effy's sins, what was one more?

Her lips stretched into a languid smile, relishing in the surprise she knew her next words would inspire. Because she was Effy Vane, a sometimes stick-in-the-mud (according to Tallulah's very good judgement), a solemn sort of girl who could be expected to behave with perfect sense, ruled by reason and cleverness.

But it was also Effy Vane who said: "Living dangerously. Do you have a cigarette I could borrow, Zak?"
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* Adrian Alric

    (05/03/2017 at 03:30)
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"I didn't strike you as a smoker-"

Adrian had spent most of his day packing, making sure that there would be little left to deal with once he would meet up at the bonfire for one last night free of the stress of term. Summer had its own problems, though, they paled in comparison to the hustle of homework and learning and socializing that took place at school. Even the Ravenclaw, who all would judge and judge harshly at being on the side of strict studies and authority, could seek out the pleasure of abandoning those worries for tomorrow and live in the moment. Due solely, of course, to the influences that summer had nourished.

All of the affairs he would have to get in order before entering the Hogwarts Express could wait, especially with the company he now took.

He shuffled his feet past Effy, eyes keenly on Helen as he smiled and took the empty space on her opposite side. Another casualty of summer. Adrian tossed the girl a wink before nodding at Zak and finally settling his cryptic gaze on the would-be smoker and smiling fiendishly.

"I guess this summer has been full of surprises."
Funny, how I'm nervous still
I've always been the easy kill
I guess I always will

* Zak Weiland

    (05/03/2017 at 11:06)
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Smiles and gazes as greeting wasn't really his style, he supposed, but the uncharacteristic silence had settled about him, the welling out of all things school related - he didn't strike them as a thinker either, but sometimes he could find himself surprisingly far into the depths of his own mind. Implications didn't really touch him, but he was heading into fifth year and things appeared so pressing now, so much closer.

He hadn't wanted to grow up.

Taking the packet out from his front pocket, he offered it to Effy - they had shared many things this summer, from his constant bedhead to the frustration that came with his untidy manners and the joys of actually managing to pull off some of that counsellor stuff.

All things considered, Team Eeyore had probably been the only functional team there.

"Looking back. What's been your favourite part of the summer?"

An impossible question, as Adrian sat down, and Fish offered him the packet in turn, smirking slyly. (In silent bet he wouldn't take one.) "Adrian's expression as reaction to the teepees," he said - one of many things, but too easily expressed now that the boy was there.

Zak had streaks of pink in his hair still.
THUNDER,  FEEL  THE  THUNDER
LIGHTNING AND THE THUNDER
_…-    _…_……--<"  __……_…--…-
  \___/      \_…----<_  - `-…  _…<_…-
  _-… \___…-           \_…-<__…--<__…-<

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