—missing her Barty—

Do we know how Professor Warwick got hurt? The hospital wing does not fit him

— don’t mind her if she doesn’t make it back to bed, @psychocrouch.bsky.social . She snuck out and it got out of hand—

You’ll be more comfortable in bed, love

Imagine, my soft bed, with the fluffy covers, you, me, cuddles…

Who said she wouldn’t join him there?

—tempted to levitate Barty to bed—

Barty is a small, adorable creature

—snoring on top. Good night—

—biiiiig yawn—

Barty fucking cunt

Come on, Ali. You cannot win every time, and it’s alright— she whispers, being the one to wrap her arms around his frame to pull him close to her chest

-sighs, sneaking into his bed just to hug him close, an attempt to comfort him—

#eames i need you all to see this edit i made for nolan. yay. probably my best work. ( it took an hour of my time and 2 hours of my sleep time )

Answer me— she hums, already sneaking her arms under his shoulders — are you hurt?

Casket, Aurelius, we call it “casket”

Are you hurt my love— she ever so softly speaks, leaning down to his level— come on, where are your pretty eyes? Definitely friend coded.

Cmon, you get the legs, I get the arms— she sighs, kneeling in front of Alistair, gently poking him. There’s things they have to check— Ali, Ali are you with us?

Nah— sighs, already walking down the stairs of the stands — I’ll take him away, seems like everyone in this bloody castle is just fucking useless

Isn’t there supposed to be people in charge of that?

Whoever is now in charge of gryffindor, please fire Oliver wood

He’s just a pretty lawnmower

Pookien’t

Oh shit

OLIVER WOOD YOU MENTALLY CHALLENGED PIECE OF SHI-

— @iuxtagen.bsky.social if he hears little claws padding across the floor no he does not—

—she’s fucking dying—

Someone tell Barty he was loved, but that I am now dead

—she huffs, shaking her head and looking away, having several thoughts that almost make it to her mouth, each more hurtful than the last. [So much for not kneeling for Velistra.] But in the end she does not say anything, for Kahlan is aware Aurelius is at least partly right: it’s complicated—

You have. A fucking. Pensieve. You have. My fucking. Memories.

The FUCK do I need to understand? That a set of parents can try and kill their fucking son and then call him home for an anticipated summer break?

—she’s choking, eyes looking at him— What?! Where is Nolan?!

Aurelius I can’t even drag myself down the fucking stairs for dinner

-sips, sniffling- go on

My baAAAAACHOOOOO —was that a little flame—

ACHOOOOO

you lost me mate

thats creepy, you idiot

he just had to go, he is a busy man

what? thats so stupid

what?

oh? is he late to training?

oh come on- she giggles, licking a strip up his clavicle before breaking into a soft laugh

-grins- dont what?

try me

I hope so, I need a break between sickness and injury, or you lot will have to bury me before the year ends - she mumbles, leaning up to kiss his chin

-WHIIIIIIIIIIIIIFF- I like how its layered

... -cue her actually shuffling over to finally hug hi after two long days. It's been horrible-

is it caramel or cherry today?

yes you fucking do