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company: people | location: places | wearing: things

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Jace plopped himself down, perched on one elbow, and was immediately hit in the face with a pillow from across the room. Jace snatched it up from the floor where it landed, and placed it at the head of his bed. He shrugged off his backpack for the first time since he woke this morning, and immediately laid his head down on the stolen pillow.

"God damn it," Chris sighed. "I just got outsmarted by Lancaster."

"Someone looks like they had a big day..." he heard Jolene mutter.

"Yea," Chris joked, "Poor kid actually had to do something for himself after a summer of housekeepers and butlers."

"I can hear you, assholes," Jace raised his voice comically high. "Didn't know we were starting a comedy troupe here in Room 119."

The conversation made its way back to food, and Jace's groggy annoyance faded away, replaced with ravenous hunger. He swung his legs so his feet were on his wall, and his head hung over the side of his bed, now viewing his friends from an inverted perspective. "I've already endured one mighty pilgrimage today," Jace was no stranger to hyperbole. "But for the sake of not starving to death, I can perhaps manage one more."

Jace did a 180, and sat-up. He looked down at his shoes, still tied. "And would you look at that, I'm already ready to go," he beamed over at Chris and Jolene. "What are you guys feeling? Burritos? Pizza? Ice cream? All of the above? We could tackle the holy trinity. First day back, might as well go hard."

company: chris & jolene | location: wampus dorm room | wearing: this

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company: people | location: places | wearing: things

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Fridays used to mean quiet. Before the overcompensating order to increase security for this academic year, Luke's wing of the castle used to fall mostly silent for the weekends. Afterall, he mostly treated quidditch injuries, test anxiety, and students that were just trying to get out of class for an hour or two. None of those things happened officially happened on weekends, so Luke used to look forward to Fridays. But with extra security making it harder for students to leave the castle, instead they stayed in... Too close for Luke's comfort.

He slumped into a worn love seat that had been haphazardly placed in the midst of his workspace at near the rear of the infirmary. It was surrounded by stacks of books that seemed to be overflowing from his floor to ceiling bookshelves. Luke lacked a common sense of organization or interior design. Those things were for people with energy, a sense of vivacity. Luke found comfort in his cluttered and erratic work space.

He settled in to the worn plush of his chesterfield that his body was far too long for. He draped his legs over the far armrest and lazily reached down into the pile of books chosing one at random. Encyclopedia of Ailments and Afflictions, 1450-1500. On one stack lay a day old cup of coffee and soft-pack of cigarettes. He jostled one out, lit it with his wand and took a long drag before opening to a random page of the massive book rested on his sternum. "Esophogeal atropa polyps..." he muttered to himself, reaching for his day-old coffee without taking his eyes off the page.

company: | location: infirmary | wearing:

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The door jingled as Chris entered the Aviary, he gave a short wave to Martha, manning the coffee bar. Chris was still trying to figure out exactly the extent of Jace and Martha's relationship. He knew she was a squib that Jace met lurking around Hogsmeade. She was young, and somewhat of a magic-fangirl. Chris was always uncomfortable talking to her; she was too intense. Invasive, almost. But Chris also knew Jace was one to never turn down a good ego stroking. He just didn't know if it exactly stopped at Jace's ego.

He hurried past the bar, into the back and up the stairs to the loft above the shop where Jace lived now. After his dad died, he inherited his full trust earlier than expected and immediately took the opportunity to drop out of Hogwarts. An impulsive and idiotic move that was so true to Chris's best friends character, and shockingly, it was working out pretty well for him. Surprisingly there was a high demand for an establishment in Hogsmeade that didn't serve only watered down brews and unsalted foods.

Chris Starke stepped on that back of his sneakers, and stepped down in his socked feet onto the heated wood floors of Jace's loft, one of several details in the restored historic Hogsmeade building that gave hint to Jace's enormous wealth. "Your girl is weird," Chris called out, welcoming himself in. He padded across the open living space and tossed his bag down and let his body fall into Jace's overly plush sectional couch that could easily seat a dozen people. Jace didn't really do modest. His inheritance had brought out a completely unrestrained extravagance that Chris hadn't really known of his friend when living in the castle dorms. The absurd lavishness of it all would typically send Chris running, but Jace was still the complete down-to-earth goofball Chris had come to love as his brother. Wealth didn't change who Jace was as a person. It just greatly changed his surroundings.

Which... wasn't too bad, Chris thought as he stretched out on the sofa.

"Uh, she's not my girl," Jace said appearing in the kitchen, looking amused. The entire loft was open concept aside from the three bedrooms down the hall from the main living space. "She's my employee." He joined Chris on the sofa, carrying a decanter and three lowball glasses. He set them on the dark oak coffee table with a dull clatter.

"Uh-huh..." Chris raised an eyebrow. "An employee you hired strictly because she's obsessed with you?"

Jace smirked. "So? What are you gonna do, call HR?" He laughed and sunk into the deep cushions with his hand behind his head.

"Bullshit dude, I am your HR." Chris leaned forward and poured some of the clear liquid into his glass. Vodka, by the smell of it.

Vodka. Where was Liv anyway?

company: jace | location: loft

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» jace korbel lancaster.

i'm not sick but i'm not well, and it's a sin to live this well.

nickname(s) ;
basics ; male, birthday, heterosexual, pureblood.
school ; seventeen, seventh year, wampus
wand ; cedar, 12", dragon heartstring
characteristics ; confident, rebellious, quick-witted, daring
patronus ; raccoon
soulmark ; horse
boggart ; dying
parents ; virgil and elaine lancaster
theme song ; flagpole sitta - harvey danger
faceclaim ; pj liguori.

» christian maverick starke.

i'm a pro at imperfections and I'm best friends with my doubt.

nickname(s) ; chris
basics ; male, birthday, heterosexual, half blood.
school ; eighteen, seventh year, wampus
wand ; black walnut, 13", thestral heartstring
characteristics ; cynical, sarcastic, independant, nihilist
patronus ; octopus
soulmark ;
boggart ; losing his autonomy
parents ; kurt starke and leanne porter (unmarried)
theme song ; the judge - t.o.p.
faceclaim ; bo burnham.

» joel cyril rosen.

lyrics.

nickname(s) ;
basics ; male, birthday, heterosexual, pureblood.
school ; eighteen, seventh year, horned serpent
wand ; cyprus, 11 3/4", dragon's blood
characteristics ; manipulative, cunning, methodical, focused
patronus ; scorpion
soulmark ;
boggart ; failure
parents ; harold and catherine gagnon
theme song ;
faceclaim ; michael fjordbak.

» ophelia rae rosen.

when you play me, you play yourself. don't play yourself.

nickname(s) ; lia, oh
basics ; female, birthday, heterosexual, pureblood.
school ; sixteen, sixth year, pukwudgie
wand ; magnolia, 11, unicorn tail hair
characteristics ; confident, headstrong, manipulative, fiery
patronus ; sparrow
soulmark ;
boggart ; loneliness
parents ; harold and catherine gagnon
theme song ; don't hurt yourself - beyonce
faceclaim ; sarah hyland.

[salad glove]

A post?

"Speech text," she said.


company: | location: courtyard |

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Joel bounced on his heels twice, quickly shaking the annoyance away. Being out of the manor came with its reliefs, but some headaches followed. One of those was his younger brother. "Are we going to the dorms? Your call."

Of course it was his call. Poor Griffin, incapable of making a single decision for himself. He practically had to be spoon-fed every move of his day. Thank god for class schedules, or he'd probably just stare at his wall all day.

Joel grimaced, but lightened up immediately. For the first time since their first year, Joel and his brother wouldn't be rooming together. Now that they were in their final year, Joel had been elected as a resident adviser, meaning he was granted his own private dorm. Their belongings had probably already been delivered, and Joel was actually eager to see it.

"Yes, let's," he said simply, and they began their way across the courtyard. Joel was tall, but he wasn't clumsy. There was an unwavering sophistication in his stride, so when a petite girl spun and slammed into his torso, he didn't even falter. Her hands were immediately up in surrender, and Joel raised his eyebrows in amusement. As if anyone in their right mind would be upset over such a simple mistake.

But then Griffin had his hands on the girl. The girl a third of his size.

Joel blinked incredulously at his brother, and sighed through his nose. "Was that absolutely necessary?" his scathing tone made his displeasure clear. Joel cleared his throat and turned to the girl. "I'm terribly sorry," he reached out a hand to steady her, his tone was sincere. "My brother, you see. His sympathetic nervous system is much more fight than flight--"

He was mid-apology when, "Put a muzzle on your dog, Gagnon."

In any other parallel universe, Joel would probably have pity for a family like the Starling's. A powerful pureblood name tainted by no one other than their own family tree. What a shame. They could have accomplished so much. Lineage was important in the magical world. Especially in the pureblood magical world. And the Starling lineage had a black mark on it for an eternity now.

And this was the result, standing right in front of him. Cassius Starling, with a strange obsession with hating the Gagnon family. Specifically, Joel. Joel could never really wrap his finger around it. He mostly chucked it up to the fact that the guy clearly had issues, most likely as a result from inbreeding.

But there he went, insulting Joel's brother as if the two of them weren't standing directly in front of them. If every move Cassius made wasn't already self-sabotage, his underdeveloped social skills were due to do him in. Cass put his hand up, "Please just stop talking." If Griffin were the guard dog Cassius said he were, he'd lose his fingers in that moment. Cassius turned to Joel, "Is there something wrong here? Or can we leave now?"

Joel once again blinked in utter confusion. Had everyone lost their damn minds? Was there something in the air? Jace turned sideways and extended an arm gesturing past them. "I wasn't aware you were being kept," he stated, completely unamused by Cassius's nasty tone. "What were you expecting? A toll?" He was being flippant. Joel was never flippant. But that damned Starling had gotten under his skin. It was as if Cassius's brain was so crippled by incest-induced autism that he had lost all form of interpersonal function.

Joel sighed exasperatedly and turned toward the girl once more, "As far as I'm aware, those in their right mind here are aware that this is a terrible misunderstanding," he mimicked the surrendering gesture she had used earlier; whatever it took to diffuse the situation. It was too early in the year for this sort of hostility. He turned to Cassius again. "Perhaps your friend can help explain it to you. I understand these things aren't your forte." He scowled. That was about as close as nasty that Joel was going to get. This was a waste of time.



company: finn, cass, eris | location: main courtyard | wearing: this

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MITCHELL AVERY
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EMILY
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SCARED like me

ERIC AVERY
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DESMOND AVERY
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EMILY
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