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████ ███ ██ █ ☆ ｛ S o n g s ｝ ★

♫ Sana Morette Ne Ente (Full Ver.) - Sana-mode (BLT Ver.)

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CHEERFUL PLEASURE~ SUBSTANTIAL PLEASURE~
CHEERFUL PLEASURE~ SUBSTANTIAL PLEASURE~
CHEERFUL PLEASURE~ SUBSTANTIAL PLEASURE~
CHEERFUL PLEASURE~ SUBSTANTIAL PLEASURE~

JAMMIN' OUT TO: Henri's Theme Song



♫ One More Time - Daft Punk

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MUSIC'S GOT ME FEELIN' SO FREE
CELEBRATE AND DANCE SO FREE
MUSIC'S GOT ME FEELIN' SO FREE
CELEBRATE AND DANCE SO FREE

JAMMIN' OUT TO: Party music that Henri would say is 'energizing!' (We takin' it old school, bee-otches~)



♫ Catch You, Catch Me - Gumi

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I WANT TO SMILE, LOOK AT YOU, AND HAVE FUN EVERY DAY!
I WANT TO SMILE, LOOK AT YOU, AND HAVE FUN EVERY DAY!
I WANT TO SMILE, LOOK AT YOU, AND HAVE FUN EVERY DAY!
I WANT TO SMILE, LOOK AT YOU, AND HAVE FUN EVERY DAY!

JAMMIN' OUT TO: C-C-Crush music! It's basically saying, 'I want to tell you, though we're friends! I want to be number one in your heart!'



♫ Smile Bomb (Hohoemi no Bakudan) (Full English Version) - Sara White

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YOUR SMILE MAKES MY HEART EXPLODE!
YOUR SMILE MAKES MY HEART EXPLODE!
YOUR SMILE MAKES MY HEART EXPLODE!
YOUR SMILE MAKES MY HEART EXPLODE!

JAMMIN' OUT TO: Music that describes how much strength and happiness Henri's friends give her

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████ ███ ██ █ ☆ ｛ T r o p e s ｝ ★

TVTropes Character Sheet, Gene-style~ More to be added!

● Animal Motifs – His patronus is the Black Mamba.
● Beneath the Mask – Behind a cold exterior is a rather gentle person who really cares about the safety of his friends. Years of being around those who hide behind masks, however, have taught Gene how to make masks of his own.
● Berserk Button – Never hurt Tophe or Gene will kill you.
● Bishounen – He’s tall, slender, got little to no body hair, in his youth, and has an attractively-smooth singing voice.
● Blond Guys Are Evil – Gene subverts this by not becoming a Death Eater, but he does have his manipulative/bad moments.
● Fetish – He’s got a rather…long list of kinks that, if Gaia wasn’t such a PG13 site, his Creator would be happy to share.
● Fetish Fuel – If there's something about him that arouses you...
● Hazel Eyes (Though his eyes don't change colors)
● Homoerotic Dream – Had one about Tophe (big shocker [/sarcasm]) when he was fourteen. It actually led him to really look into his own feelings for Tophe and the same sex altogether.
● Hot Mom – Have you seen his mother yet? She may be sick for a large portion of the RP, but the woman still turns heads.
● Ho Yay – With Tophe…and there’s a lot of it. The two of them were each other’s first kiss (granted, they justified it). They’ve slept in the same bed together, and not just at each other’s houses either. Gene had a rather explicit sex dream about Tophe…and didn’t hate it. Both Gene and Tophe also felt rather depressed when they realized how much they misses each other, after the Drew incident. They're almost always seen together and they sit next to each other during breakfast and dinner. Not to mention the numerous times they mention the other as ‘cute’, ‘pretty’, 'handsome’…
● Jerkass Woobie – Narcissistic jerk? Check. Shows his truer gentler colors when he’s around his best mate? Check. Somewhat abusive-and-disapproving father who wants to force him into being a Death Eater? Check.
● Kuudere – Type 2. While he may be cold and distant to those he doesn’t like, upon getting to know him better Gene’s actually a considerate, caring person to his closest friends. Especially caring towards Tophe.
● Looking For Love In All The Wrong Places – This pretty much sums up Gene and all of his flings.
● Sleep Cute – Normally, when Tophe and Gene stay over at each other’s house, they sleep in the same bed. It’s always innocent, and (usually) they’re both wearing underwear.
● Wouldn’t Hit a Girl – Never in a physical sense. But if it’s a duel…

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██████████【ησ ¢ℓσυ∂ѕ ιη ∿ тнє вℓυє нєανєηѕ】⇉x❝ƒσяєνєя вяιgнт тσмσяяσω❞
xxxѕєє, ι αιη'т єνєя ѕєєη α ѕтαя ☆ тнιѕ ¢ℓσѕє
xxxxxxуσυ gσт мє ѕтυ¢к ву тнє ωαу уσυ gℓσω ✴
xxxxxxxxxι'м ℓιкє σн, σн, σн, σн
xxxxxxxxxι'м ℓιкє σн, σн, σн, σн

нєηяιєттαx⊱x☼x⊰xуσυηg
☼ - - gяуƒƒιη∂σя ρяι∂є - - ☼

нєяєxωєxgσ,
«x¢σмєxωιтнxмєx»
⇥ The Great Hall!

тнєяє'ѕxαxωσяℓ∂xσυтxтнєяє
«xтнαтxωєxѕнσυℓ∂xѕєєx»
⇥ Ah, so many sweets! I'll share some! 8D

тαкєxмуxнαη∂,
«x¢ℓσѕєxуσυяxєуєѕx»
⇥ Cheerful/Ditzy

ωιтнxуσυxяιgнтxнєяє,
«xι'мxαxяσ¢кєтєєяx»
⇥ H-Huh? That's a secret!

ℓєт'ѕxƒℓуx(ƒℓу,xƒℓу,xƒℓу,xƒℓу)
υρ,xυρxнєяєxωєxgσ,xgσ
ωнєяєxωєxѕтσρxησвσ∂уxкησωѕ

“ρєηgυιηѕ ¢συℓ∂ ƒℓу ιƒ тнєу σηℓу тяιє∂‼”

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Henri beamed at Caecilia (though she wouldn’t be able to see it) when her hug was returned. Crour was always proper and prim, so it made Henri happy to put her friend in a good mood. Plus, Crour didn’t seem like the kind of person who’d give out hugs like free sweets so the Gryffindor made sure to hug her when she got the chance. She’d really missed her friends during her summer in France and was glad they were alright, what with everyone going on. Caecilia wasn’t always the nicest friend to other people, and the Slytherin’s interest in the Dark Arts really bugged her sometimes. However, Henri didn’t let these sort of things from keeping her from caring about C.C. A friend was a friend, no matter what. Henri giggled and nodded at Caecilia’s suggestion about the chocolates. “Oh I sure will! It’d be a right shame to let such delicious chocolate go to waste.” She patted the box in her pocket for safekeeping, as well as the Cauldron Cakes that Ellie had gotten her. She couldn’t wait to dig into those later (What? Sweets were sweets and Henri would be rude if she didn’t eat a few more before the night was over.), or better yet find another friend to share them with. Speaking of friends…Henri quickly looked around the room in search for a familiar head of brown hair amongst the Hufflepuffs. She hadn’t visited Elle yet, and she was sorely tempted to go find the sweet girl. Elle was her other best friend (No one ever said she couldn’t have two, anyway.), and a fellow Potioneer. They always made plenty of Potions together, and even if Henri was the more boisterous and high-energized of the trio, Elle and Ellie were always willing to go along with whatever crazy antic she formed in her brain. Perhaps she’d find her other best mate later then, after the feast. Turning her attention back to Crour, Henri tilted her hair slightly at the Slytherin’s suddenly stiff-looking smile. She’d only asked about the other girl’s summer. Perhaps C.C. didn’t have a good summer after all? She simply smiled back curiously and speared a piece of fruit (What? She could eat healthy, if she wanted to!) into her mouth. Henri was sure to find out when C.C. finally talked about her summer.

After talking with her brother Julian and turning her attention back to C.C. and Ellie, Henri kept her hands (and mouth) busy by unwrapping a Cauldron Cake and munching on it. She listened closely to Caecilia, trying hard not to let her focus wander around the Great Hall. She smiled and nodded appropriately, dabbing her mouth with a napkin when she finished her dessert. “Spending time with family’s always fun! I wish I had more time to spend with Edward these days, but he’s always so busy with being an Auror.“ She clapped her hands together joyfully, however, at the mention of the chocolates. Sweets always made her stray away from the topic. “Oh I was wondering where you got the chocolates from! I really can’t wait to taste them. I made some chocolate for you too, but I left it back in my trunk in my dorm.” She shot C.C. an apologetic look, but quickly smiled. “I promise, though, that I’ll give you the chocolate the next time we see each other. I really hope you like it!” She was glad C.C. had a fairly good summer. It could’ve been much worse, really. Henri popped a few grapes into her mouth before turning back to Caecilia. “I went to France over the summer, by myself, for a paid internship with one of Professor Slughorn’s colleagues. I got to stay with the family and everything. It was a lot of fun, and I’ve learned so much. I even learned how to make some sweets, since Monsieur Joubert’s wife makes pastries and sweets for a living. Isn’t that keen? Anyway, I brought back plenty of souvenirs and had lots of fun. I only wish I could’ve taken some of you with me…I really did miss everyone back in London.” Henri gave C.C. a bright smile, giving the other girl’s hand a light squeeze. “I did get to visit some of my relatives—mum’s French side of the family, whereas the rest of them’s back in Korea—while I was in France. I forget sometimes how big my family can be until we all try to squeeze into a restaurant. I think the waiter was a bit cross at us for not reserving enough room for twenty people…”

Henri was about to direct the conversation back to Caecilia (Still curious about her arm, of course!) when she felt a pair of arms loop around in a hug and a kiss on her temple. She turned her neck up as best as she could…and promptly burst into tears with laughter. “M-Manny darling! What happened to your hair?! It looks so bright! And p-pink-purple! Did you want to c-change your look over the summer?” Henri shook with mirth, but she couldn’t help it. It was hard looking at tough-and-grumpy Manny at the moment, with the pink hair and...oh Merlin, was he wearing pink too? She couldn’t help but laugh even harder. “Ah ha ha…’m sorry, dear, it’s just…you look so ‘tickled pink’! I hope that isn’t permanent.” Henri giggled, her sides aching. Manny was like the leader of all her big-brother figures, if he ever actually got along with the other guys who wanted to ‘protect her virtue’, whatever that meant. A fellow Gryffindor and a very loyal friend, Manny was someone Henri could always count on no matter what. Even if he was a rather snarky and not-so-nice person, Henri adored him to pieces. She did wish, though, that he wasn’t so protective with her, especially around some of her other friends. Manny could be a sweet person, but it was just hard getting him to smile sometimes. Henri liked a good challenge, though, so she’d roll her eyes and let Manny do his thing until he toed the line one too many. Oh, like right now, between him and C.C.. Henri huffed. She knew not everyone could get along with one another, but she sometimes wished for the sake of decency that they wouldn’t shoot silly remarks at each other around her. Henri shot both C.C. and Manny a ‘better not start now, you prats’ look before turning her attention to the front of the hall, where the Headmaster had arisen from his seat to address the school.

She sat as quietly and not-twitchy as she could manage, popping another grape into her mouth while Dumbledore went over the events for the year. Henri smiled at the mention of Hogsmeade. She’d been dying to go and restock on some of her favorite sweets for awhile now; there were other brands of chocolate, but none were ever as good as Honeydukes. She could almost taste the delicious, sweet chocolate dancing on her taste buds. She almost didn’t hear the announcement about the House Cup, which made many of the students around her (though the Ravenclaws were smart and only murmured their opinions without being too disruptive) complain and argue amongst each other. Henri herself pouted a little, wiggling a little in Manny’s arms (he hadn’t let go of her yet and she’d caught the evil eye from Snape and McGonagall). Cancelling the House Cup wouldn’t stop detentions from happening, so it didn’t matter one way or another to Henri. As long as other people didn’t get penalized when she got caught making some trouble, Henri didn’t care about the House Cup. She listened with an excited smile as Dumbledore went over the field trip to the Muggle World. Henri, being born and raised in a pureblood family, never had much contact with many Muggles in her life. She hadn’t considered Darcy a Muggle when her older cousin had been alive; absently, Henri rubbed her forehead and shook her head. No, she’d never been out in the Muggle world before, even when she was in France she automatically kept her distance since she really didn’t know how to approach them. It would be so fascinating and fun to actually see what they did and how the lived in their world compared to the wizards and witches in the wizarding world. Henri giggled and inwardly scolded herself for making them sound as if they were animals on display. Of course they weren’t creatures! Ellie and Elle were both half-bloods, so it was always fun to learn new things about the Muggles from them. Like what an ‘iPod’ or an ‘automobile’ were (Automobiles, Henri learned, where big metal things that the Muggles used to drive around it. She wondered if they could fly too!).

However, the excitement from hearing about the trip, the upcoming balls (She’d have to ask some style-savy mates for help with that), and Family Visit Day seemed to die away in Henri the moment Dumbledore mentioned Voldemort. She fidgeted in her seat, but other than that kept a determined look on her face. To protect the home-away-from-home and the students in it…Henri would try her best to be careful. Maybe the whole ordeal with Voldemort was what kept her family on pins and needles lately. They’d been acting strangely ever since she came home, and it wasn’t that new-baby-is-arriving-and-we’re-all-excited atmosphere. It was tense and with Edward in his own flat and Julian constantly shipping himself to his friends’ or relatives’ houses, it left Henri to deal with her parents. She shook her head and rubbed at her forehead again. No, she had to focus on helping the cause. Henri couldn’t stop herself from playing a few pranks or exploring restricted parts of the castle, but she would report any weird behavior she saw. Then again…she blinked. A lot of behavior was weird to her, in the what-are-they-doing-and-why-don’t-they-get-a-room kind of way. She guessed the Headmaster meant anything suspicious that would arouse some sort of attention. Henri wasn’t one to be nosy, but she’d try to keep an eye out during her usual routine…if she actually did have a routine, that is. Her life at school could be one big whirlwind of friends, Potions and anything in-between.

As soon as Dumbledore was done with his speech, Henri followed what many other students were doing and rose up out of her seat, Manny’s arms still attached to her. “OH!” Henri exclaimed, to the surprise of her friends. “I have to go say good night to Julian! See you tomorrow, C.C. and Ellie! And see you back in the common room, Manny!” She clamored out of her seat and, in a burst of strength, shoved Manny off of her and into the direction of the Ravenclaw table. She’d apologize to him later when she saw him again; they were in the same house after all. Giving them a wave behind her, Henri dashed off to find her brother, who was waiting in his seat and getting himself ready to go. Some of his friends were around him, talking and joking to one another, when Henri finally made her way over to them. She got a few stares from the guys where she wrapped her arms around his head and shoulders and hugged him. Julian sputtered and flailed for a moment, before sighing and patting her arm gently. “G’night, Joo-Joo. No staying up too late, yeah? You have classes tomorrow morning,” Henri said with kiss to his temple. Julian muttered a ‘sure, sure’ and Henri let go of his head with a warm giggle. Another warm squeeze and Henri released her brother, saying good night to his friends (they were use to her warmth and weird antics, so this didn’t surprise them much) as she ran off to go find people she knew before she had to go back to her common room.

Henri searched the Great Hall, which was filled with activity now that the feast and speech were finally over. A grin leapt onto her face as she spotted two of her good friends, Falcon and Artie, near each other at the Hufflepuff table. Ah, she hadn’t seen either of them in months (She hadn’t seen any of her friends in months, actually.) and since they weren’t in the same house it was always good to ambush them with hugs and sweets. Students were wise enough to get out of the way of a Henri barreling over to the pair at full speed. With a smile, she threw her arms around Falcon’s shoulders as best as she could, squeezing tightly. “Hello Falcon! How’ve y’been? ‘m sorry I didn’t visit two during the feast, but I got distracted with all the chocolate!” She giggled and released Falcon, turning to Artie to give her a big hug around the shoulders. Falcon was yet another big brother-like figure towards her, though she knew better than to let Manny be anywhere near Falcon, or Artie. Falcon was much, much taller than her and quieter but Henri made sure to keep him in good spirits when she was around by sharing plenty of chocolate with him. Artie was such fun to be with too with how well she kept Henri from getting herself into bad trouble. Plus, she adored chocolate just as much Henri did, so that was a big plus in the Gryffindor’s eyes. Henri gave Artie’s shoulders a brief squeeze before releasing her to dig into her robe pockets for some chocolate to give to them. “I do hope you two had a good summer! And if not…well, I’m sure glad to see you regardless!” Henri grinned at the both of them, presenting them with some cutely-wrapped chocolate boxes. Henri had a few more of the small boxes, both for herself and for her friends, so she had plenty to go around. “I do have a bigger stash of chocolate, from when I went to France, but they’re in my trunk for safe keeping. I’ll give you two them the next time I see you!” If Henri could punctuate her sentence with a heart, she could and would. “So, how’ve you guys been? Are we excited for our final year at Hogwarts?” She took the box of German chocolates from Caecilia out of her pocket and carefully unwrapped it, popping one of the chocolates into her mouth. She remembered to rewrap the box, like her friend told her to, and stowed it away in her robes for safekeeping.

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ρυтxαxѕмιℓєxσηxуσυяxƒα¢є,

мαкєxтнєxωσяℓ∂xƒєєℓxвєттєя!

◕ ◡ ◕

❤ ❤

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◜xя-яσуαℓxв‼т¢нx◞x░⊱xвσωx∂σωηx⇊xтσxтнєx♕ ¢яσωη ♕x⊰░x(xѕℓутнєяιηxкιηgxqυєєηx)

{xנx} єηηα {xяx} αιηα {x∂x} αяℓιηgтση

❖⋮ ι'м тнє вℓσσ∂у qυєєη, ѕωєєтιє. вαѕι¢αℓℓу? ι яυℓє. ⋮❖


xxxxxxxxxxxx███████ ∂σωη ση уσυя кηєєѕ (xкιѕѕ му ¢яσωηx)x⊳ σн!
xxxxxxxxxxxxωσяѕнιρ тнιѕ вσ∂у, ѕєяνє υη∂єя мєxxxxxxxxxxxxωσяѕнιρ тнιѕ вσ∂у, ѕєяνє υη∂єя мє
xxxxxxxxxxxxωσяѕнιρ тнιѕ вσ∂у, ѕєяνє υη∂єя мєxxxxxxxxxxxxωσяѕнιρ тнιѕ вσ∂у, ѕєяνє υη∂єя мє
xxxxxxxxxxxxωσяѕнιρ тнιѕ вσ∂у, ѕєяνє υη∂єя мєxxxxxxxxxxxxωσяѕнιρ тнιѕ вσ∂у, ѕєяνє υη∂єя мє
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❶ It's Gene Jenna, love. For tonight.


xxxxxxxxxxxx███████ мєя¢у мєя¢у мєя¢у (xι'ℓℓ gινє уσυ ησηє тσηιgнтx)x⊳ ρℓєαѕє!
xxxxxxxxxxxxωσяѕнιρ тнιѕ вσ∂у, ѕєяνє υη∂єя мєxxxxxxxxxxxxωσяѕнιρ тнιѕ вσ∂у, ѕєяνє υη∂єя мє
xxxxxxxxxxxxωσяѕнιρ тнιѕ вσ∂у, ѕєяνє υη∂єя мєxxxxxxxxxxxxωσяѕнιρ тнιѕ вσ∂у, ѕєяνє υη∂єя мє
xxxxxxxxxxxxωσяѕнιρ тнιѕ вσ∂у, ѕєяνє υη∂єя мєxxxxxxxxxxxxωσяѕнιρ тнιѕ вσ∂у, ѕєяνє υη∂єя мє
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❷ Location


xxxxxxxxxxxx███████ ∂ση'т ωσяяу, му ∂єαя (xι'м qυιтє тнє ѕ¢яєαмєяx)x⊳ мσяє!
xxxxxxxxxxxxωσяѕнιρ тнιѕ вσ∂у, ѕєяνє υη∂єя мєxxxxxxxxxxxxωσяѕнιρ тнιѕ вσ∂у, ѕєяνє υη∂єя мє
xxxxxxxxxxxxωσяѕнιρ тнιѕ вσ∂у, ѕєяνє υη∂єя мєxxxxxxxxxxxxωσяѕнιρ тнιѕ вσ∂у, ѕєяνє υη∂єя мє
xxxxxxxxxxxxωσяѕнιρ тнιѕ вσ∂у, ѕєяνє υη∂єя мєxxxxxxxxxxxxωσяѕнιρ тнιѕ вσ∂у, ѕєяνє υη∂єя мє
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❸ Feelings

xxxxxxxxxxxтσηιgнт, тσηιgнт, тσηιgнт
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxι ¢συℓ∂ вє ωαηтιηg уσυ.
xxxxxxxxxxxנυѕт кιѕѕ му ℓιρѕ ηє¢к тнιgнѕ нαη∂
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxтєℓℓ мє тнαт уσυ'яє мιηє. ღ

╔═════════════════════════════════════════════●●●❝тнє qυєєη ιѕ тαℓкιηg. . .❞●●●══╗

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Gene stabbed and forked a few leafy greens of his salad in thought. He pointedly ignored the Russian being yelled, and the short-lived silence at the tables in favor of munching solemnly on his food. Falcon was his dorm mate, and a friend, so naturally Gene would be used to hearing Russian from the taller male. He even knew what Falcon had said (It lifted his moods slightly, in a ‘Ha ha, right on target’ sort of way.), from how much Russian Falcon taught him. It was to be expected, since Gene had to find a way to both understand Falcon better and find a smoother transition in teaching the dark-haired male English. However, Gene’s current mood stopped him from making any comments on the slip of Falcon’s Russian (He knew the male was touchy about anything regarding his accent.). The outburst from Falcon, as well as Tophe’s curious behavior, wasn’t the only factor in his solemn, if not brooding mood. He huffed and tried to ignore the looks that prefect was giving him, composing a blank if not emotionless façade. A poker face, if you will. Distractions, distractions, distractions. Everything was a distraction. The students, the teachers…even the school was a distraction from what was really going on outside the so-called ‘safe haven’. Gene embraced the distraction. It gave him something else to think about. Whether it was a distraction from the pressures of his father or the temptation that was Tophe, he’d welcome whatever he could get. Within the walls of Hogwarts, the students—each and every one of them—were shielded from the influences of darkness that tried to reach out to them. Some, however, didn’t believe it to be true; there was no safe haven, with the Dark Lord growing in power. He glanced at the prefect from the corner of his eye. Would this fling be another distraction for him? Certainly…but only until he remembered that reality was closer than he thought it to be. It would come closer and closer, until Gene was within choking distance of it. Regardless of what’s happened outside, away from the school, the day of being ousted would slowly approach them. Time would move forward. They would all need to choose an alliance, whether they haven’t already done so or not.

Living like this, learning in this institution was akin to being lead through adolescence wearing a thin blindfold. It was painfully obvious things went on around them, but they just…weren’t allowed to acknowledge any of it. Growing pains, becoming an adult in the eyes of society…it all scared Gene. It meant weakness. It meant he had to focus solely on the future and protect that which he held true in his heart. It meant he had to leave the isolated haven, the uncorrupted paradise, that Hogwarts symbolized. What would Gene become once he graduated? An Auror, perhaps? Maybe, if the Death Eaters didn’t come after him with their propositions first. …Oh wait. They already had. He sipped slowly at his pumpkin juice. Yes, they’d have to face the cold world some day. For now…distractions. Plenty of them, all around Gene, and only the beginning of the year! The final year, yes, but Gene would make it a good one. He flashed the prefect, who was still eying him (Goodness. He knew he was handsome, but never was a fling being so obvious.) a small smile with a quirked eyebrow. Nothing to lead him on, but enough to get the prefect off his back. If he kept staring like that, Gene would have to tell him off and of course the blond didn’t want to do that. A prefect was still a prefect, no matter how she or he conducted himself. The blond knew better than to make any trouble with him—which reminded Gene to make it clear to the prefect that under no circumstances could the fling be used against him in the future. Later, of course. He had plenty of time before he needed to corner the prefect. Gene set his focus back on his salad, adding some boiled potatoes onto another plate. It didn’t matter to him if people stared. He thought of himself as a gorgeous creature, so why not let others bask in his beauty? He knew he loved to. He reached into his pocket to quickly check his face and hair—[colorr=#495C23]'Oh, such a sexy bloke looking back at him!'—before stowing it away. It wouldn’t do to get it lost or stolen, especially not on the first day back at Hogwarts. He made sure it was hidden well, since some of his friends liked to steal his mirror—or Merlin, even his comb—as a joke. He certainly didn’t appreciate it and always made sure the perpetrator was dealt with accordingly.

Speaking of ‘being dealt with’, Gene’s father had been up to something while the rest of their family had been in Germany. Yes, something Death Eater-related. Gene was sure of it. He stabbed at a potato piece rather viciously at the thought of his father. The man really made his blood boil and nothing good ever came from him being left to his own doings. Gene did do some snooping around his father’s private study shortly after he got back from Germany. He’d been careful not to disrupt too much of the papers and files in the room, since his father would surely notice if he’d gone through private information. Unfortunately, the man knew how to cover up his tracks very well. Digging up any traces or clues as to what he’d been up to (And Gene knew his father had been productive over the summer) hadn’t been easy. Almost damn near impossible, the way his father was such a neat freak. (Gene realized he must’ve gotten that particular trait from the man and promptly choked quietly on a baby tomato.) The key word was ‘almost’, though, because Gene was a Slytherin for a good reason. Snooping and sneaking around was something he was great at, and though it hadn’t been much his findings still counted as a success. The only thing he could decipher from the most recent documents was information on…Eastern Europe? Estonia? Latvia? What about those Russians? The documents had been encrypted and most of the words had been unreadable. By the time Gene had checked the study again, since he couldn’t risk getting caught, those documents were nowhere to be found. His father certainly hadn’t left the country, he was (almost) sure of that. However, meticulous research had gone on, very suspicious and very specific. On what, the blond wasn’t sure. He would find out though. His father was never up anything good, not with his ‘career choices’.

“Oi, shift.” As if on cue from the universe, specifically telling him to ‘stop thinking so seriously this early in the year, you sexy beast you’, Gene heard the familiar voice that belonged to Tabby. He watched in silent wonder as the shorter (oh would he be hexed to dust if he ever referred to her as such to her face) witch gave the prefect The Look that punctuated her order. Only Tabby could scare a prefect (from their own house, no less!) into moving over for her. She was spunky and tough enough to scare plenty of weak-willed guys, but not Gene. The blond didn’t consider himself anywhere close to tough or strong, in a physical sense; he was an aristocrat, born from a wealthy family and raised the way the majority of rich children were raised: not to do anything strenuous. However, he certainly didn’t mind Tabby’s brand of affection since it was warm and sweet, a lot like how his own little sister would greet him. Tabby was the sister away from home, and although she never needed protecting, Gene liked to think he was a big-brother figure for her. Sure they got on each other’s nerves sometimes. She’d mess with his mirror or comb, he’d tease her about being so close to the ground. It was out of affection though, purely brother-sister like. It was creepy thinking of Tabby in a romantic sense, made him cringe at the suggestion. Ick, no. She was just a friend, a sisterly-type similar to his relationship with Caecilia. Gene turned his focus back on the prefect and her, watching in amusement as the prefect gave her sullen and dirty looks before giving up. He caught the glint in her eye and gave her a smile. Any longer next to the prefect and he would’ve just forgone the fling and shoved him over in annoyance. “Thanks. Not that I don’t mind the attention, but he was starting to get creepy with how much he was staring at me,” He said quietly, low enough that the prefect wouldn’t catch his words. “And hello to you too,” He added, patting her hand nicely. Gene, in his quiet and sullen mood had almost forgotten about their traditional ‘after-summer’ hugs they usually exchanged. He stiffened slightly at the sudden hug (ignored the jealous huffs and swooning sighs from the girls around them), but relaxed and returned her hug with a soft chuckle. Gene was still feeling worried and anxious about the situation with Tophe, but Tabby did a good job of distra—er, cheering him up a little.

He took an unhurried sip from his pumpkin juice, then rested his hands on the table. “My summer was fun, you could say. Went with my mother, Morgan and Nanny to Germany to see the sights. Morgan made a pen pal, Nanny almost got arrested by the German wizards…and er, Mother was thankfully healthy during the duration of the trip. She had a bit of a relapse in her sickness, though, as soon as we got home.” Gene fidgeted. His mother’s health was always a touchy subject, and tried not to worry too much about her. It was hard sometimes, since he did love the woman, but Nanny always reassured him that she would be fine. “Father didn’t come with us, since he had business elsewhere.” Or something to that effect. Gene still wanted to know what he was up to. He gave Tabby a small smile. “How was your summer, Tabby?" No sooner had he posed the question, Gene blinked at her. Someone…visiting them? He sifted through the memories of the past few days, before Mother had been taken to St. Mungos. Father hadn’t been with him and his sister all the time when they stayed by their mother’s side. “Zane visiting Purebloods? I think Father mentioned something about a visitor over the summer, while the rest of us were away in Germany. He wasn’t with us when Nanny took my sister and I to go visit Mother at St. Mungos either.” Gene gave her a curious look, tilting his head slightly. “Why do you ask? Were you looking for him?”


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⇥ At the Ravenclaw Table with Ellie and Caecilia

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⇥ 'Chocolates? Delicious! Hee hee...my baby brother is so adorable! <3'

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⇥ Hyper! 8D

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⇥ H-Huh? That's a secret!

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υρ,xυρxнєяєxωєxgσ,xgσ
ωнєяєxωєxѕтσρxησвσ∂уxкησωѕ

“ρєηgυιηѕ ¢συℓ∂ ƒℓу ιƒ тнєу σηℓу тяιє∂‼”

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A hand reached between Henri and Ellie, making the Gryffindor look over at the person in-question. Immediately, a smile graced her features. Caecilia, one of her closer friends, and perhaps the politest and most refined of any female student she knew. Wolfe came in second, and that was only because she was Head Girl and it was expected of her to hold such a respectful, well-mannered air around her. Not only was Caecilia prim and proper, she was even on the Slytherin Quidditch team as a Beater. Henri was surprised the shorter girl wasn’t a prefect; she was very sure C.C. would make a great one. Caecilia was smart and responsible, and didn't get into as much trouble as she or Ellie did. She watched with sparkles in her eyes as the Slytherin Transfigured the boxes into boxes of chocolate, one for her and Ellie. Henri beamed at Caecilia, pausing in her eating to take her box of chocolate—German chocolate? How delicious!—and run a gentle finger over the ribbon. ”C.C.! So great to see you!” She gave the girl a hearty hug, nuzzling her shoulder. ”Thank you for the chocolate, darling! I will be sure to have them for dessert, though the box looks so pretty! ‘m not sure if I want to open it.” Henri giggled, giving the box of chocolates a gentle pat before putting it to the side. ”Oh I hope your summer went well! Tell us all about it, hmm?” Dinner forgotten for the moment, Henri set her focus on C.C. with an encouraging smile.

”Henri…” The Gryffindor turned around in her seat and tilted her head with a sweet smile. Her younger brother Julian had a petulant look on his face, as if he was both embarrassed and annoyed to be approaching his older, yet shorter, sister. Henri giggled quietly, and gave her two friends a ‘Give me just a moment’ look. He could be a bit quiet and aloof around strangers, or even friends,…until his temper got the best of him. An angry Julian was never a happy one, and it wouldn't do to let him get 'bitchy' (Edward's words, not Henri's). Julian gave Ellie and Crour a small, shy wave, then turned his attention back to his older sister. Henri smiled apologetically at Julian. ”Joo-Joo! ‘m sorry I didn’t come to find you sooner! You looked too busy before.” Julian had gotten on the train before Henri because he’d spent the weekend at one of their uncle’s houses. Thus, he hadn’t the chance to say goodbye to their parents or Edward. It was how Julian preferred it, though. Their family had been acting particularly weird, so Henri knew he just wanted to escape the tension in the air. Besides, their relatives knew how to take care of…’less-than-friendly’ nephews, so the Gryffindor didn’t have to worry too much about the young Ravenclaw getting to school okay.

If Julian were a cat, or perhaps a kitten, his fur would’ve fluffed cutely in anger, with his tail twitching behind him. His mouth formed a tense line and crossed his arms. ”Shut up with that stupid nickname! It’s not cute at all, not even when we were little kids! I-Idiot…I didn’t come here to make sure you were okay or anything. Don’t get the wrong idea.” He blushed brightly and avoided looking into the warm brown eyes staring back at him.

Henri chuckled, wrapped her arms around Julian’s midsection and pulled him towards her. Julian turned a darker shade of red, sputtering wildly. She was lucky that he wasn’t flailing like he sometimes did when she showed him affection in public. That sure would’ve hurt! ”Oh Joo-Joo! You know you can come over and say hello to me whenever you feel like it! Big sister always has time for her little brother!” If it were possible, there’d be a little heart punctuating that statement. To the sheer embarrassment of Julian of course. He sighed, still blushing. Hesitantly he quickly patted the back of Henri’s head. She giggled sweetly, releasing him after he started to squirm. ”I’m doing fine, love. Hope your train ride went well!” Julian took a step back and adjusted the front of his robes, the rosy redness still tinting his cheeks. He hoped no one had really seen that. Henri could be so affectionate someti—the majority of the time.

”Yes, of course it did! It wasn’t like the train got attacked by Dementors or something…” They both laughed quietly at the idea. How likely had that been?

”I know, I know. And you didn’t spend all your galleons on any sweets, did you?”

”…Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” Julian deadpanned, giving her an ‘I am not amused in the slightest’ look.

Henri just giggled, which made the fourteen-year-old let out a ‘You dolt’ sigh. Henri reached high, high up to ruffle his hair playfully. Julian blushed, trying not to look like he enjoyed the attention. ”I didn't blow it all off. Honest." She smiled up at him. ”You go back to your friends and enjoy the rest of the feast, hmm? I’ll say goodnight to you before we all have to leave.” Julian opened his mouth, to argue, but quickly shut it at the look Henri was giving him. Times were getting a bit…difficult. So it wasn’t too much to ask from Julian to see off his sister, yeah? He huffed and pouted, grumbling out a ’Fine…i-idiot.’. Another sweet smile from Henri got a small upturn of one of the corners of his mouth.

…And then the moment was ruined when Julian looked down a few seats down and glared. ”OY! Y’titchy lot! Yes, I am talking to you bunch of snivelin’ twats! Don’t think you can bloody hide from me. Better not be eyein’ my sister, or I’ll hex the bollocks off all o’ ya and feed them to the owls!” Julian fumed and went back into his ‘grumpy’ mood as he proceeded to chew out a small group of Ravenclaws who’d been eyeing Henri for the past few minutes. Not that Henri noticed, of course. The group, though they looked a year or so older than Julian, looked rather scared of the younger Ravenclaw. Henri supposed her brother’s temper was just that explosive and infamous in their house. By the time Julian had stormed off, Henri had turned back around and gave the girls a giggle. Nothing was ever boring when her brother was involved. ”Ah, that was exciting! Julian’s always so full of energy…” Henri smiled and put some of the delicious potatoes into her awaiting mouth. Chewing and swallowing, she turned back to Crour with a curious look on her face. "So! Right then...how was your summer, love?"

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｡ѕнιηєѕ ⇡⇡ ℓιкє тнє ѕυηxxxxxxxѕωєєтєя тнαη ✦ ¢αη∂уxxxxxxxxxxx
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{xgx} ωєη∂σℓуη {xмx} αяιαηηє {xуx} υηιєℓ

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This is me: talking.
This is me: thinking.

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[ButtonMushroom]

мxαxкxσxтxσxxxιxηxσxυxє
❝xтxнxєxxιxℓxℓxx¢xнxιxℓx∂x❞

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ι нανє α「ωιѕн」, ιη му「нєαят」,
σƒ「уσυ」αη∂「мє」, тσgєтнєя.
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ƒσя「σηє ∂αу」
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נυѕт「σηє мσяє тιмє」؟
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ι ωαηт тнιѕ тσ вє「ƒσяєνєя 」...
ƒσя тнιѕ ωιѕн мαу вє му「ℓαѕт」.
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Dorothy talks with this text.

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxx⇡☇❜I knew the pathway - - - like the back of xmy handx
xxxxxxxxI felt the ⋯ earth beneath my feet — ✸
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx❝║ SAT BY ⊰THE RIVER⊱ & IT MADE ME COMPLETE ↷
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xxxxxxxx█ ❖ █ TAVERN
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xxxxxxxx█ ❖ █ CONTENT, CALM
xxxxxxxx█ ❖ █ 'Ugh, how am I going to get home tonight with all this rain? ...Oh hello there, Vespara.'

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xxxxxxxxxαη∂ ι'м тнє σηє тнαт נα∂є∂ уσυ. ❤






Gwen almost didn’t believe Mikhail for a moment, when he said it was water, not vodka that he was drinking. After seeing him throw it back so casually, though, she nodded. ”Ah good. Wouldn’t be good for you to be smashed on the job, mate.” Gwen smiled back at him easily. It was simpler to be comfortable around Mikhail, since she did consider the man her best friend. They’d both been living in Azeri for the past three years, and although Mikhail was 11 years older than her Gwen knew he could trust the man with her life. Not just because he was a doctor, but also because despite all the joking, they were more comfortable around each other. She wished she had that cuppa in front of her. She was getting thirsty and seeing the drinks around her did nothing to quench her thirst. Hopefully, after Amelia helped the man at the door (poor guy, he must of forgotten his umbrella), Gwen would get her tea. She drummed her fingers against the counter as she looked at Mikhail. ”How’re those children you’ve been taking care of doing, anyway? The Mayor’s been dying to see them and…well, you know I have to supervise.” Though the Mayor was childlike and carefree, he cared deeply about the little kids in Azeri. Gwen thought it was rather endearing of him even though she herself always felt ten times more awkward around a child. She always felt like she’d end up saying something dumb or inappropriate around a child (Wait, this is Gwen. She doesn’t do that on purpose…), thus making him or her cry and putting her in an uncomfortable situation. Speaking of uncomfortable situations, though…

”Ah yes. Gill’s got quite the party going on today. I hope he isn’t too overwhelmed by all this attention either.” The brunette nodded in agreement. Gill was being mobbed by a crowd of well-wishers and she sort of hoped someone would be smart enough to pull him out of there and into a better breathing space. The brunette was slightly happy that her own birthday also fell on the New Year Festival. Though the Mayor always pulled out all the stops on making sure every breathing creature in the valley didn’t forget said birthday, Gwen will felt all the other New Year parties overshadowed her so-called ‘special day’. ”I’ve never seen this place so lively before on a Wednesday night.” Then again, Gwen wasn’t really a regular in the Tavern. She didn’t drink, but she did enjoy the food and the company of some of the regulars. ”I hope all the commotion settles down soon. As much as it takes one’s mind off the rain outside, they’ll need to let Gill get back to work soon. Or at least let him take a seat…” She chuckled. She’d be a bit frazzled if so many people had ambushed her at the same time like that. She’d rather celebrate her birthday quietly, with a few of her closest friends. Big celebrations were alright, but she’d rather just spend her day with someone she really cared about. For instance--

”Mikhail.” Gwen muttered and huffed at her hair being ruffled. Truth be told, she was meticulous with her hair because of its length and how nit-picky she had to be when she fixed it up. The Russian knew she didn’t like her hair being ruffled, or at least knew it made her pouty. It was all in good show, though. In a way, it was how Mikhail showed (some form of) his affection. The brunette patted down and fixed the top of her head quickly. ”Oh don’t do that…” What if the Mayor saw that and thought she was being harassed or something? A quick glance in his direction told her that he was fine, chatting up a conversation with a few regulars. She turned her attention back to Mikhail. However, as soon as Gwen heard those words uttered, she immediately checked the front of her shirt in case her cleavage was visible. Thankfully, all the buttons save for the top two were secured and the white shirt was still dry. Mikhail also had a habit of commenting on her body, like a pervert. Almost out of reflex, she gave him a ‘we are not amused’ look and rolled her eyes. ”Gee, thanks, ” She said dryly before shrugging. ”I didn’t wear this at the start of the day. I got wet from the rain earlier and the Mayor found me something dry to wear before we got here.” She sighed and rested her hand on her chin. ”I don’t even know if I’ll be able to get home dry, if the rain doesn’t let up soon. The Mayor and I shared an umbrella—“ She blushed lightly at remembering their close proximity. ”—and I don’t know how long he’ll be staying here. Guess I’ll have to make the trip home like this…” She trailed off with another forlorn sigh. She really didn’t want to have to run, in heels, through the rain with only a cardigan to cover her. Plus, there was thunder outside and Gwen really didn’t want to venture out there by herself.

The brunette took a moment to let her eyes wander over the tavern. She smiled and waved back at Kai, who had just arrived, and at Chelsea who was busy with Dirk and…was that Vespara hiding behind the red-head? Dirk had better not of scared the poor girl. Amelia was still with that soaking wet man, the Mayor wasn’t causing a ruckus, and oh, Vespara was heading over here. Gwen smiled politely at her and inclined her head. ”Vespara Right, female, age 23. You just got a job at the Tailor’s and moved here…three months ago, I believe? Correct me if any of that was wrong.” Her smile turned sheepish (nice way to weird the woman out, Gwen) as she held out her hand to shake it. ”Sorry, force of habit. City Hall has files on everyone in the valley and as the secretary I’m in charge of looking through all of them for the Mayor. He likes to know everything about his citizens, right down to the smallest detail.” A soft chuckle and a wave of her other hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, though. I’m Gwendolyn Yuniel.”


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The pollen count in the air today had been too much for Makoto, apparently. Granted it was spring and all the flowers would be in full bloom, but Makoto didn’t know how bad it would be until he stepped outside after breakfast. Him and Dorothy had never experienced Amaretto’s spring season before, since they moved in at the beginning of the previous summer. They didn’t really know how bad it would be until today, when Makoto went out by the lake to skip stones during ‘recess’. One could only imagine Dorothy’s horror when Makoto didn’t come back home for lunch, and instead had been on the banks of the lake clutching at his chest and making noises that only fish out of water were allowed to make. His face had turned red from the wheezing sounds he kept making, body curled into a tight ball on his side. For a long, terrifying moment, the 42-year-old woman had thought her charge was having some sort of heart attack and nearly panicked. She told the young couple who had found Makoto to alert the hospital and the rest was history.


Combination fold the right corner inward, and fold the left point, respectively, into halves.


Makoto had been in the hospital bed since around…noon, give or take a few hours. He couldn’t exactly remember what happened after trying to skip that last stone across the lake, except there had been a searing pain traveling from his lungs to the rest of his small body after coughing for the sixth time in the past few minutes. Looking back on it, he probably should’ve went home the moment he started to feel a tinge of pain after the second cough but couldn’t because he’d skipped six paces and wanted to get ten before eating lunch. The doctors couldn’t get Mako to stop coughing and wheezing until they gave him a shot and put him on an oxygen tank for good measure. Of course, by then, the boy had tired himself out with all the coughing and fell asleep for a few hours. Dorothy insisted on staying by his side, while the doctors insisted Makoto stay at the hospital overnight just to be on the safe side.


Bend the neck diagonally upwards with a combination fold.


The kid hadn’t woken up until around 4 PM, very tired and very hungry. When he did wake up, however, he found an IV stuck in his arm and Dorothy napping in the small cot next to the sink in his hospital room. ’Oh, He thought. ’I must of gotten carried away again...’ He pushed down the guilty feeling for later, when he was able to get ahold of his origami kit. He couldn’t very well do much while in the hospital, since he’d been hungry at the time. Plus Dorothy would scold him for running around with an IV in his arm. Pfft. He’d done it before and it never hurt anybody that time! …Okay, so that one nurse twisted her ankle. But still! She should’ve watched where she had been going! Makoto, had tried to avoid tripping her…


Fold the corner on both sides, combination fold the beak.


Luckily for the brunette, he’d gotten a hearty lunch-supper courtesy of the hospital’s generous cook in the cafeteria. It was healthy, mostly vegetables, but he couldn’t complain when he was so hungry. He wolfed down his dinner immediately and if Dorothy had any problems with him eating so quickly, she hadn’t commented on it. Though, he did cough a few times getting all the food down (nurses practically swarmed around him every time), him collapsing didn’t hinder his ability to eat food. The doctors said they wanted to run a few more tests on him in the morning, for allergies and to make sure the pollen that had gotten in him wouldn’t hurt him in the near future. Makoto thought it was excessive (yay for his ‘Word of the Day’ calendar he got for himself!) but who was he to argue with a bunch of people who went to school for a long, long time? Dorothy had smiled at him and told him they just wanted to be safe, so he had to smile back and agree. Anything to make sure his godmother didn’t worry as much about him.


Valley fold at the correct places, and finish with the completed crane.


Makoto set the crane down on his lap (#359, according to the number he had put on its wing) and looked at the window, which was closed and partially covered with a curtain. It was raining outside, had been for over an hour or so. Mako wasn’t really a light sleeper, so at the sound of thunder outside he’d woken up. He thought of calling a nurse or doctor to his room for something to help him sleep, but he figured he slept enough when he passed out. Thus, he kept himself busy with the origami kit Dorothy had been nice enough to leave him before going back home. The caretaker had been saddened when the doctors told her that she didn’t need to stay overnight with Makoto, but followed their directions. Though, not without giving the seven-year-old some directions of his own to follow. No staying up past 9 PM. No eating or drinking anything unless it’s water, since it was a rule that he couldn’t eat anything after midnight on the night before a procedure (he had to get blood drawn from him for the allergies). The usual stuff.

He stares out the window wistfully. He didn’t mind the rain or thunder. It meant the rain would wash away most of the pollen in the air come morning and the valley would be idea for puddle-splashing after he got out of the hospital tomorrow. He grinned. He could splash in the puddles, or try and play near the forest! It was fun to squish his galoshes around in the mud and such. He couldn’t do it very often, because of how often he got sick, but if he was allowed to play out after it rained he’d take full advantage of it. The thunder boomed and clapped outside, but it didn’t faze Makoto. He never minded thunder, for some reason. He didn’t know why. Did other kids like thunder too? He didn’t know. Alaia (she was like, one of his closest if not maybe his best friend) never said whether or not she liked them. Ellie and Julian were too young to really have an opinion on them. Although, he knew they didn’t like very loud noises. The brunette played with #359 idly, turning it over and around with his small hands. Some of his grown up friends liked the thunder and rain, but it wasn’t the same. He sighed and frowned. He hated being still like this sometimes, but it was pushing closer and closer to late evening and the boy just couldn’t sleep!

Huffing petulantly, Makoto reached over to where the button for assistance was and pushed it once. After a few minutes of static, he heard the scratchy (yet oddly endearing, to him) voice of Nurse Gertrude. ”Why aren’t we asleep yet, Makoto?” Sixty-five and still as healthy as an ox, she made sure Makoto didn’t sneak out of his room with his IV and took care of him when Nurse Rook wasn’t on her shift yet. She also taught him how to play Poker and Rummy, but that wasn’t something he had to tell Dorothy. He pressed the button again and replied, ”’m not sleepy yet, ma’am. Thunder woke me up.” He heard the older woman sigh and he scolded himself mentally for not trying harder to fall back asleep. A moment later, he heard her say, ”I’ll get you some water, sonny. Be right back.” Makoto nodded (even though she couldn’t see it) and let go to the button. Fall back on his bed, he set #359 on the bedside table and sighed. He hoped the doctors, or Nurse Rook, wouldn’t get mad at him for staying up a little longer.

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xxxxxxxx█ ❖ █ MIKHAIL & VESPARA


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xxxxxxxx█ ❖ █ AWKWARD, NERVOUS
xxxxxxxx█ ❖ █ 'At least she isn't creeped out by me. ...And why is Amando looking at me like that?'

xxxxxxуєαн уσυ'яє ѕσ נα∂є∂!
xxxxxxxxxαη∂ ι'м тнє σηє тнαт נα∂є∂ уσυ. ❤






Gwen huffed at Mikhail at her hair being ruffled, but she still smiled just a little bit. It felt a bit familiar (great, another ‘big brother’ figure in her life), like something her sister would probably do to her. Andrea had been was only five years older than her, but she’d still do quirky things like ruffle her hair. Well, actually, it was more like tugging at the end of her braid to get her attention. Nonetheless, the mussing up her hair still reminded her of something Andrea would do, and thus always got a quick smack on the arm from Gwen. ”Yes well…I’ll think of something better to say next time. Or smack you with something harder,” Gwen joked. Though, she seriously didn’t like to think of her older sister all too much. Not that she didn’t hate her sister, because she really did love her. It was just…Gwen hadn’t seen or had a decent conversation with the woman since before the wedding, which was almost five or so years ago. They’d argued so much before Gwen moved out, and she didn’t like to remember those times. She began to wonder if Mikhail kept contact with his family, but remembered he didn’t and stopped that train of thought immediately. She redid her braid quickly (well as quickly as one with hair her length could redo a braid) and rests her chin on her hand as she watched Mikhail for the sake of nothing else to put her focus on.

She smiled gratefully at the Russian. ”Thanks, mate. I live near the café, and it’s a bit of a walk from here to there, y’know? I’ll give you back your umbrella when I see you again.” Another boom of thunder made the brunette cringe visibly. She really didn’t want to run through the rain without an umbrella, and she couldn’t ask the Mayor if she could borrow the one they came under. She made a mental note to keep an extra pair of dry clothing (including more sensible shoes) in one of her desk drawers for now on. Gwen also had to remember to wash this uniform and get it back to the police headquarters first thing tomorrow. She hoped whoever owned the uniform didn’t mind her wearing it. She looked up at him at his offer to walk her home and nodded at him. ”Really? Oh thank you, Mikhail! That would be really great of you, if it won’t be out of the way. The Mayor’s a grown man and I’m sure…well, I hope that he can take care of himself when I’m not around.” She beamed. Well that was just brilliant then! Gwen didn’t mind walking under an umbrella in the rain on her own, but it was always nice to have some friendly company in such dreary weather. She looked over to where Amando was sitting, to check on how he was doing, and was surprised to see him giving Gwen and Mikhail a very disapproving look. Why did he look like he wanted to snap someone’s neck? Oh, she hoped she hadn’t done anything to make him mad at her. The thought of that caused the brunette turned back around in her chair oh-so discreetly.

Gwen pouted at Mikhail when she was done speaking. He had ruffled her hair again and even leaned back…but that didn’t stop her from delivering a swift kick in the shin with her heeled foot. She really hoped Vespara hadn’t thought she was a dork for saying all that stuff, but smiled in relief as she shook the woman’s hand warmly. The brunette was always so awkward with people she didn’t really know know, and felt embarrassed if she made a complete idiot out of herself. She was very glad Vespara hadn’t taken her knowledge hadn’t frightened, if the way she chuckled at Mikhail’s jab at Gwen said anything. ”I’m the one who has to do the majority of the paperwork, so…I learn a few things.” Gwen shrugged. Her job was to make sure the Mayor knew about his people, sort of like his second brain if that made sense. ”Oh Mikhail…knowing more about her saves me the time to ask where she works and such. I’m terribly at making small talk sometimes.” She let out a small yawn and gave both of them a friendly smile.

Gwen took the moment of their lapse in conversation to look around the room. Chelsea was still with Dirk (eh.), and the brunette wished the redhead all the patience in the world with that man. Chelsea was a smart woman, and the secretary didn’t think she had to worry too much about her. Amelia seemed to be very busy with orders (Gwen was still waiting on that salad and tea.) and took care of the mystery man who had looked absolutely soaked. She hoped that the man would get dried off very soon. It wouldn’t be good if he got sick or something. She thought she heard Joy’s voice float around amidst all the conversation going on in the tavern. Goodness, Amelia sure would be busy. She wondered if the Tavern would ever consider hiring another waitress to help out Amelia, but pushed that thought out of her mind. Amelia was very efficient and the tavern was just busy tonight because of Gill’s birthday.

Another small yawn left her, but she ignored it. The thunder was still rolling outside and she didn’t feel like pulling Mikhail away from their new friend. Plus, Kai had only just arrived and the brunette sort of wanted to talk with him since she didn’t have much time when she went to the library during lunch. Or at least say hi to him before she went home. She looked over at him and wondered if she could catch his eye and invite him over. Gwen hoped he wouldn’t mind her company. Vespara was nice, but she barely knew her. Mikhail was her best mate, but he could be a bit…withdrawn and unsociable towards ‘strangers that weren’t women’. Another glance over at the Mayor told her that she wasn’t being stared at anymore. However, she did notice that he kept eying Mikhail in contempt…

Gwen turned her focus back on the conversation to smile at Vespara. "So! Three months...have you been enjoying your time so far in Ameretto?"


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