𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞. ——

“I can mend the bones if you want? but it’s not going to feel great. Madame Pomfrey taught me.”

“Purple and pink, actually.”

“I mean— there isn’t much left to help with. I’m designing sketches for the new love potion bottles. Then we’re all set.”

“Nothing much— just working out so new ideas for the joke shop.” She shrugs.

“Because it’s more fun that way.”

“Hey, Alex.”

“I think it may be broken, Leo.” She says, biting her lip.

She’s up early cooking breakfast.

“They can be.” She shrugged.

“No worries— I should be more careful.” She says with a slight laugh.

“They last longer. Make it seem more real.” She explained. “And the love potions are stronger.”

almost drops her books— but she holds on tight enough. “oh— I’m so sorry. you came out of nowhere—“

it’s is!

“I’ve got a new and improved puking pastel— and a new love potion.” She smirked.

Sure! He’s making some new ideas for the joke shop.

“Hey,” She laughed softly. “Nothing much, making up some new ideas for the joke shop.”

“Hey, Rue.” She grins.

She’s doing some plotting for her brothers.

She’s in the corridor outside the great hall, plotting.

Let her see.

he doesn’t look it??

Is he okay?!

𝐈'𝐌 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐀 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍' 𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎. ——

Scratching his head softly. “Hey bud. It’s nice to meet you.”

Gently petting his head.

Big yikes

When’s never hear the end of it if her mother found out she does it, truly.

Reaching a hand out. “Hi there.”

So does weed, but her mother would kill her.

Most of the time, yeah.

Puppy!

She makes tea, it works most of the time

always. she hasn’t been sleeping the greatest

yawns back

𝐦𝐮𝐧;

She’s on the hunt for a pet dog. don’t tell her mother.

𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞;

𝐎𝐇 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃, 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐎 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄. 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄. 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐊𝐘 𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐄. ———

“You’re here every weekend, Alex. You don’t have to explain that to me.” She says with a soft laugh.

“Good.”

“I’ve been great. How about you?”

“I think you should.”

She’s pouring him a mug, placing it down in front of him. “You’re welcome.”

“I also happen to make a fantastic coffee in the morning. You should try it some time.”

“Is.” She argues, shaking her head. “To each their own, I suppose.”

“If you want to. I don’t mind the company.” She grins.

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐮𝐩 𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐭? 𝐰𝐞’𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐮𝐩, 𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐭. 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 , 𝐦𝐮𝐦. ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

“It is too.” She said in a sing-song tone.