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* Maria Teodora Wittington

    (06/09/2019 at 02:41)
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evening, after dinner

friday 1 july 1955
first night of camp; upper year party


As the bottle left Téo’s fingers, she bit her lower lip slightly, because she didn’t think she was going to luck out again and get someone she actually didn’t mind kissing (like she had with Thijs).

What Téo was not expecting was for the bottle to land on Nashira Nettlebed, who was very much a girl. She knew that girls kissing each other was not a strange occurrence, if it was all in jest (or in attempted murder, considering some of the kisses she’d seen so far). It happened all the time. But Maria Téodora Wittington had not--even when it was all in fun, even when they were short a boy and needed a girl to stand in--kissed a girl. She’d always managed to (avoid) not end up being chosen.

Until now.

She hadn’t moved. Dark eyes had, naturally, became busy studying the girl in the light given off by the crackling flames, noticing how it reflected off sharp features, cheekbones, and blue eyes. Nashira Nettlebed was a person she wanted to paint, the younger girl had first caught Téo’s artistic eye in their conjuring and summoning class. It was much in the same way she was catching it now, because there had been orbs of light then, and it was that, the way light and shadows played across the girl’s face she found fascinating.

Téo momentarily forgot they were supposed to kiss.

She still hadn’t moved. Neither had Nashira, not yet, anyway and Téo couldn’t help the raised eyebrow at the girl. For whatever reason, maybe due to reputation, she hadn’t been expecting hesitation on the other girl’s part. It caused an amused, easy smile to curve her lips, momentarily forgetting--like she had momentarily forgotten they were supposed to kiss--her own tension.

Téo still didn’t move though.

* Nashira Nettlebed

    (06/21/2019 at 14:10)
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There was something about spin the bottle that made Nashira Nettlebed thoroughly uncomfortable. Whether it was the boys -- those she called friends, no less -- making nasty comments whenever a boy was made to kiss another boy, or the groans and eyerolls prompted by every girl too demure to chance anything more than a peck on the cheek, or the thought that she, who had helped organize this whole debacle, would be made to kiss someone she thoroughly did not want to.

What she would do when her turn came was a mystery. Nashira did not believe in luck, and therefore, was resolved to the fact that her turn would inevitably come. Nor did she dare hope the bottle would grant her heart's wish. Tense and still as a statue, Nashira braced in preparation for a kiss that would surely be awful, but into which she would throw herself no matter what happened, if only to avoid orchestrating her own chorus of groans and snickers.

And then, she did move. As the bottle landed on Téo Wittington for the first time that night, her blue eyes averted as Gryffindor rose to meet Hufflepuff. There wasn't much solace to be found in the flickering flames of the bonfire, but Nashira found just enough to keep her face impassable. As she saw, out of the corner of her eyes, both parties returning to their respective seats, her eyes remained where they were. She didn't dare look at the bottle as Téo took her turn to spin it. She knew, if she did, that she wouldn't be able to keep herself from hoping.

Something passed over her -- a warmth that leaked through her veins and a cold tingle that rose up her spine. It was a feeling that breathed change, even if she did not exactly know why yet. Apprehensive eyes returned to the bottle and her heart stopped when she saw its nozzle aimed squarely at her. It was harder for Nashira to tear her eyes away now, knowing that when they did, they would inevitably find Téo's looking back. And what would she find in them, then?

But looking at Téo, meeting her eyes across a crowded room, that was second nature, now, and so, when Nashira closed her eyes, took a deep breath, then opened them again, they found Téo's instantly. For a moment, she remained that way, staring and trying to read the dark expression that burned brighter than the fire itself.

When Téo raised an eyebrow -- A question? An invitation? -- Nashira smoldered.

That was all the courage she needed to finally rise to her feet. She stepped around the fire, crossing the distance that kept her and Teo apart. With every step she took, her heart began to beat faster, until it felt like she was vibrating from head to toe -- but maybe that was just the butterflies in her belly. As she stopped before her dark haired friend, as she gazed upon her warm eyes, her caramel skin and the tempting pink of her lips, Nashira reached out, gently letting her hand fall upon the Gryffindor's arm to pull her closer. She tried to smile, too, but it seemed too full of an absence of the breath she'd forgotten to take.

"Hi," She said with what remained of her last.

Finally, in the fraction of a second before their lips met at long last, hers broke into smile.
if I win the lottery you'll never see me again
i'll be downtown

see you around


* Maria Teodora Wittington

    (07/05/2019 at 01:16)
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Téo wasn’t sure what exactly she was expecting. Because though she hadn’t moved, Nashira Nettlebed had no such qualms (at least once she finally got to her feet, anyway).

With every step of the other girl took, Téo nearly backed up. But there was nothing to back up into unless she wanted death by fire, or to trip over the people sitting on the ground awaiting their turn. Neither of which were appealing.

Téo had only taken one step back, exactly, before her eyes caught Nashira’s own across the way and she froze in place.

For that moment, the only other thing apart from the girl in front of her that Téo was aware of was the heat of the fire, the glow of flames that played across the sharp angles and planes, brightened already light blue eyes to nearly ice, but to Téo, they looked on fire.

The touch brought her back, quickly, as she could feel her heart rate pick up. Feeling the tug, she allowed herself to be pulled in, her own hand coming up to the other girl’s shoulder for balance, she told herself, because she felt every bit unsteady in that moment.

"Hi."

It had made a smile start to pull at her lips, just as she was about to say what, when it was covered by the other girl’s own lips, and all the breath left Téo. Her hand tightened briefly on Nashira’s shoulder, as it moved up and to the blonde’s jawline, fingers barely grazing the skin there. For a moment, the kiss was all Téo was aware of. Then she was aware of the tightness in her chest, throat, and the hand she had on Nashira’s cheek. Felt herself pull the girl closer, pressing a little firmer.

It all was subtle enough it could've been imagined.

Then the crackling of the fire caught her attention. Night air breezed over bare skin and smoke brought her back to the fact that she was kissing this girl in a circle of their classmates. Jesus, what was she doing?

Téo pulled back then, absolutely forcing her breathing to regulate as she stared at the girl in front of her, close, too close. But Téo just stood there, not entirely sure what happened, and ran both hands through her hair. She almost smiled, before brown eyes finally left Nashira, to land on the glass bottle.

It was Nashira's turn.

* Nashira Nettlebed

    (07/26/2019 at 15:25)
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The world spun and spun and spun and it seemed like it would never stop. Nashira wondered if she had stopped breathing, if these kisses had become the only oxygen she needed, now, but she was too dizzy to properly check. It sure felt like her whole world would shatter if this ever stopped. The roar of the fire coated her ears, blocking out the world until she was sure that only herself and Teo existed, that the softness of her lips and the urgent pull of fingers on her cheek were all that mattered in the universe.

Her right hand lost itself in the silky waves of Téo's hair, while the other found its way to the side of her back, gripping the fabric of her shirt and then releasing, tracing the shape of the smooth back beneath the cloth, pulling her closer, never wanting to let go.

And then, too soon, it was over. Teo pulled away.

Nashira's hands loosened their grip, letting her go. Blood, still rushing wild, trickled up to her cheeks with the realisation of what had happened before so many witnesses. It climbed higher, singing the lobes of her ears. A part of her -- the political part that polished her appearance every day, the Nettlebed part that wanted to be the perfect daughter who'd win back her father's pride -- felt entirely humiliated by how she'd let her base emotions get the best of her. But the rest of her, the part that was Nashira longed for more and hated that it had all been ripped from her grip, hated the murmur of laughter and snickering going around the assembled circle.

She followed Teo's gaze to the bottle with a sinking heart. Immediately, she leapt to the worst possible conclusion: that this had been but a game to her counterpart, and that she expected nothing less than for Nashira to move on to the next set of lips, leaving this moment -- this perfect unforgettable moment -- to remain nothing more than a silly memory they would look back on and laugh. After all, girls didn't kiss girls unless it was a joke.

Her frustration mounted as Nashira leaned down to reach for the bottle. Her fingers settled on the glass for a moment, teetering slightly as if winding up for a spin. But then, instead, with her jaw set and her eyes on fire, she picked the bottle up and tossed it at Gertrude Morningdew.

"Play your silly game," She said, turning to leave. "I'm done."

This wasn't a game to her.
if I win the lottery you'll never see me again
i'll be downtown

see you around


* Maria Teodora Wittington

    (07/27/2019 at 22:21)
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Téo bit her lip, watching the other girl, gaze almost searching but not quite. She wouldn’t let herself or let herself acknowledge how intensely aware she had been of Nashira’s hands on her, or of their absence now.

Mostly though Téo tried not to roll her eyes at what was going on around them. Jesus. How long had they been kissing?

Then she saw it.

Saw the shift almost as soon as Nashira had followed her own gaze to that damned bottle. For half a beat, she couldn’t tell if the other girl would spin it or break it.

Apparently, she would try to break it over Gertrude Morningdew’s head.

“Wait,” It was out before she could stop it, much like how her hand was on Nashira’s arm, holding her in place. But when Téo’s lips parted, nothing came out, and all she could do was look at the blonde.

Unable to say anything, she released her hold, letting Nashira leave.

“Damn it.”


early morning
saturday 9 july 1955
shuddering wood


Wearing high waisted navy capris and a white sleeveless top tucked into them, she was decidedly not dressed for hiking. So Téo stayed mostly to the set (the only set, actually) path, hands in pockets, as sharp eyes made note of the different plants and what would and would not work for their case study next weekend.

Despite that she looked highly out of place in the woods, Téo looked the complete opposite in the sunlight that shone down between the trees, it was there, in everything that was summer, that she fit and her body knew it.

What her body did not know, however, was how to pick a damn trail that didn’t have Nashira Nettlebed on it.

If she hadn't been looking around carefully in the first place anyway, she might’ve turned around and run right into her. Téo didn't run into her or stop, but she glanced back once (maybe twice), though golden aviators hid brown eyes.

It’d been a week.

She might have (slightly on purpose) slowed down every so often. Though she had no idea what she would say if Nashira did (and she would, eventually) catch up to her.

* Nashira Nettlebed

    (08/13/2019 at 14:01)
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For one whole week, Nashira Nettlebed had done nothing but seethe. She tried distracting herself with the company of her friends, but she simply could not shake the kiss from her mind. More than a few times, she considered confiding in True. More than a few times, she shied away. She had always trusted her best friend with every single one of her secrets. No thought had ever proved too scandalous to be whispered beneath the quiet of their combined bedsheets.

But this was different. This -- ruminating over a kiss with a girl and being so powerless and hurt and desperate in its wake -- it all felt too dirty to be spoken. If she could keep on ignoring it, keep on distracting herself, then, perhaps, she might forget it and it would go away. For the first time in forever, Nash almost felt envious of True for being with Jeremiah Smallweed. At least with him, she had the certainty that she was leaning the right way. Girls, after all, were meant to like kissing boys.

Walking on her way to the cabins, Nashira was too distracted by her thoughts to hear a second set of footsteps hitting the trail. If she'd bothered to look up even once, she would have seen Teo, and perhaps she might have turned around or slowed her pace to a crawl, at the very least. As it was, her eyes remained downcast, fixated angrily on the ground, until only a few yards separated the two.

When she did look up, she recognized the Gryffindor immediately. Her breath caught in her throat and for a moment, Nash worried she might audibly gasp. Her pace, quick and determined, slowed at once almost to a halt, but just as she faltered, she saw Teo throwing a surreptitious glance over her shoulder.

Had she known all along that Nashira was following a few paces behind her?

Her face melted into a scowl of annoyance that did a good job of hiding the hurt that lingered beneath. When she started stepping forward again, her pace was pointedly slow. If Teo wanted to ignore her, if she so desperately couldn't stand Nash to the point where she wouldn't greet her for fear of being stuck walking alongside her, then Nashira Nettlebed would gladly play along.

She wouldn't let herself care.
if I win the lottery you'll never see me again
i'll be downtown

see you around


* Maria Teodora Wittington

    (10/07/2019 at 05:17)
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When she looked back, she first noticed how the sunlight flitted along strands of blonde hair, shifting delicately through the leaves above them. The second thing noticed was the irritation on Nashira’s face, and Téo quickly returned her gaze forward. She blew out a frustrated breath, both at her situation and what she could only guess were nerves that settled and prickled in her chest.

Téo bit her lip. She didn’t know what to do.

She knew that she was trying not to think about the kiss. Not compare it to the others she’d had, with boys, except that it had contrasted so sharply with the others she felt too disoriented not to compare. To not wonder if it was because it had been a girl or because that girl was Nashira Nettlebed. To not wonder why Nashira had reacted the way she had, leaving in a rush of anger.

But she did know that she didn’t like the younger girl being upset, particularly if it was because of her. Téo had felt an instant need to move forward and smooth away Nashira’s annoyance, to ease what she thought might have been hurt, though she couldn’t be entirely sure that’s what she saw in blue eyes (she still thought maybe it was).

Most of all, she was confused about the whole damn thing.

Téo's footsteps slowed then, making up her mind. Instead of letting Nashira come up beside her, Téo halted completely, spinning to face the other girl head-on. It turned out to be a mistake, as she caught blue eyes and froze immediately.

It lasted maybe a second too long, before she took a quiet breath in, settling her composure. She didn’t reach out for the other girl, even though it was her first instinct, instead, she held Nashira’s gaze.

“Tell me what I did.” Téo bit her lower lip then, almost afraid to continue, “Why did you leave?”

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