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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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 Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2025 12:33 pm
The News Room & Darkroom Here is where the aspiring journalists of the Daily Dragon convene to host their meetings, type up stories, and develop film. Things are usually a little chaotic, with notes scribbled on the various whiteboards, pictures set in loose layouts, and red ink carefully edits ongoing storylines. Daily Dragon members are welcome anytime during hours to work on their projects, and non-members can pop by to recommend stories or interview with journalists.
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2025 2:23 pm
xx✯ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? News Room
xxx✯ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? Sierra
xxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Trying to ask questions
xxxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? I feel like this is going to go sideways
Oh man. Time had been going nuts. After another talk with Mum & Dad, Lewis had decided that he wanted to move forward with his thoughts. It had been hard, but after some more introspection (and another letter to and from Tàmhas), he had finally parsed out his issue. It had been an after-curfew painting session dominated by three colors, Su's soft blue, Sierra's swirls of vibrant magenta, and Afon's deep navy hues. As Lewis puzzled out his feelings, he painted in their shades, slowly realizing they each seemed to fit more into different areas of his mind.
Su, after these last few years had become something of a sibling to him. A best friend too, yes, but he tended to get the same protective, yet cohort-y feelings with them as they did Rosa and Wen. While he did love them deeply, it was a kind of love he knew deep down would end up feeling weird. Afon, another good friend, one to share art and quidditch tales with, was set securely in Lewis' friends. It also helped that Lewis was near certain Afon didn't harbor any romantic feelings toward him. And then there was Sierra. She'd been his first best friend at school, the confidante he shared all his secrets with... the one who gossiped with him in BSL when they were watching various dramas unfold... But something about her was just... different. And before he knew it, even his color choices had identified the option he knew he wanted to pursue.
After scrubbing paint off his hands, Lewis slinked back to bed, determined to ask about his feelings that very next day. Unfortunately, sitting through classes without being able to chatter openly (without risking two sets of NEWT level grades!) had been a nightmare. As soon as classes were over, he hurried back to his room to get dressed and spritz some of that fancy cologne that he'd gotten from Grandpa Wyatt that always made him sneeze. But once he felt like he looked fine enough, Lewis pulled on his Ravenclaw jacket. This would be a perfect time for his lucky sweater, but Wen had used his big ol' doe eyes against him and managed to keep it. Little stinker.
It was Friday, meaning Sierra would be running the news group tonight, so he figured he could wait. Besides, this was no task to try and complete on an empty stomach! After going to the student kitchens and over eating some comfort food, he headed toward the first floor corridor to wait out the end of news. After everyone started leaving, Lewis nervously greeted other club members before slipping into the room. Bee was chatting with Sierra, but after he headed out, it was just Lewis and Sierra... and Lewis' overwhelming bundle of nerves. Oh man. That was new. Where was his usual effortless, yet awkward, confidence?
"Hey, Sierra. How's it going?" He signed as he spoke, hating that his hands were shaking. He was just saying hi! How was he supposed to get through the rest of this if he couldn't even handle the greeting?! "I just... had a question, but if you're busy, I can leave. I figured it'd be a good time, but I know you're running a really important club, so if you need me to shoo, I can do that." He rambled, suddenly feeling like his heart was wedged somewhere in his throat. It definitely didn't help him feeling more confident. Oh man, this was probably going to be a disaster and a half.
{{Wearing :: Nicer Clothes + Quidditch Pullover}}
Pᴀssᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ, ᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴀssᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ! Sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ
Lᴀsᴛ ʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴀ.ᴍ. ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs, ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ʜᴏᴡ I ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ
I'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴏғ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ
I'ᴍᴀ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴏɴ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs sʜɪᴛ! Lᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇs ʙᴇɢɪɴ
I'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴏғ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ
I'ᴍᴀ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴ Lᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇs ʙᴇɢɪɴ!
Cᴀʙ ʀɪᴅᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴜᴘ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ sɪᴅᴇ, ᴛᴡᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴀᴅ
Sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs, ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ʜɪᴛs ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ᴠɪʙᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ʜᴏᴍᴇ
I'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴏғ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ
I'ᴍᴀ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴏɴ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs sʜɪᴛ! Lᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇs ʙᴇɢɪɴ
I'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴏғ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ
I'ᴍᴀ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴ! Lᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇs ʙᴇɢɪɴ!
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2025 8:16 pm
We kill the girls to get paid
And put the whole damn room on the edge of the blade
You'll get far, stay clean
And if the world stops believing, I'll keep believing
That the world could make a change  Hufflepuff Seventh Yeɑɾ 🧏♀️ Dɑily Drɑgon Editor 📝 Alwɑγs Wɑtching ☆¸¸ .•*¨★Sierra had thought it would be much harder to direct meetings with only signing or her semi-common word conjuring but it actually wasn't so bad. Bieto was most definitely a big help in that he could explain certain things quicker and easier than it would for her to wand spell, but he also helped in sometimes reigning in the younger kids before she started throwing hexes. Only minor ones! She didn't want to get into trouble....again. This was one of their shorter meetings as the edition that went out after the holidays was mostly opinion and feel good pieces with a few reviews and club previous spattered to pad it out. Most of the older members already knew what to do, meetings like these were just for the newer (and usually younger) members to find their footing and more than likely change their direction. It no longer surprised Sierra to have a photography kid switch to articles or vice versa, so she'd learned to just go with the flow and made sure there weren't too big of gaps in either.
She checked the time on her watch and decided to end the meeting since nothing new was really getting discussed, just small groups and the occasional question or request for reviews. So she wrote out her usual dismissal on the board behind her to save time and just sent sparks out with her wand to gather everyone's attention before directing it to her words. She gave out the customary waves and small grins as everyone started filing out, talking with Bieto as the room began to empty. Mostly.
Sierra spied the ridiculously tall and lanky form of her best friend Lewis loitering by the doorway (like he was hiding, like seriously??) but decided to just wait it out before her co-editor also turned to leave. Lewis had thankfully made it inside by then so Sierra just gave him an eyebrow raise and slightly smriky grin as he made his way to her. Her eyebrow raised a bit higher as he decided to ask her how she was which, what were they, forty?!
"I'm alright, I'll be better knowing you aren't just here to smear my prints again." she signed giving him a very pointed look. While yeah, the prints he'd accidentally spread his paint disease on were easily fixed, it was the fact that the little s**t wasn't even apologetic! Cackling and runing away from her swift vengeance. At Lewis' rambling questions though, both eyebrows were now raised in considerable curiosity and concern. She was pretty sure no one was seriously hurt otherwise he would've led with that and none of this "if you need me to shoo" (what an old man) nonsense. Was it his sister? Was it Su?!
"You literally just watched me dismiss the club meeting, so I'm not really sure what else you're expecting. Can't call wiping a few boards as 'busy' What's wrong? Your hands are shaking." Sierra felt a bit mean pointing it out but she'd never seen Lewis' hands shake this much except for important Quidditch matches. Something weird was happening and she wasn't all too sure she'd like it.
Hail! Hail!
'Cause the king is gone
And if you don't stop believing, we'll keep believing
You put the record on
And live the life that you're making, shots that you're taking
So grab the cash and run
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2025 8:35 pm
xx✯ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? News Room
xxx✯ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? Sierra
xxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Trying to ask questions
xxxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? I feel like this is going to go sideways
Alright, so trying for casual was... uncomfortable, to say the least. But thankfully, Sierra redirected. Perfect. When she said she'd be better knowing he wasn't going to get paint all over the news, which it was <********>.. that she could trace back to him. Lewis held up his hands, switching them from front to back to verify they were clean... except some dried paint... when did he use that color? "I can and will spill paint everywhere, if you need an excuse." he signed back, offering a toothy smirk toward his friend. Something about her foray into their normal teasing banter was making the weird skippy beats in his heart calm down.... kinda.
After trying to verify Sierra wasn't too busy to talk -becausethenhe'dfeelguiltyandnervous- Lewis watched her sign back about having just dismissed club. Usually dismissing art club meant he had a lot of cleanup... but this was typically less messy of a club in general. But, much to his dismay (and added stress), Sierra pointed out his nervousness. Stupid shaky hands! Dad did the same thing when he got too flustered. How dare his dang Abrams genetics kick in right now! "I was just thinking about, maybe... if you're not busy..." Merlin have mercy, it was time to brave up and do this. He just had to be as brave as Wen at the orthodontist... sorta.
He drew a big breath, letting out an exhale as his shaky hands carefully signed over his question. "I was wondering if you would like to go on a date.... with me, of course. I'm not trying to ask you out on someone else's behalf. Just me. And you! Not just me alone, that'd be weird. But both of us. Maybe at Hogsmeade? Or not, if you don't want to. But I can buy us lunch and maybe snacks, or... I'd still do that if you say no to the date.... thing. I just figured I'd ask, but if you want me to go away now, I'll just.... bury myself in a very deep hole, if that's what you'd prefer." Somehow as he signed out a long ramble of words, his hands started shaking harder, the taller teen looking nervously at the ceiling before peeking down to check for a reply. Hopefully she wouldn't kill him... or laugh at him..... maybe.
{{Wearing :: Nicer Clothes + Quidditch Pullover}}
Pᴀssᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ, ᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴀssᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ! Sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ
Lᴀsᴛ ʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴀ.ᴍ. ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs, ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ʜᴏᴡ I ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ
I'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴏғ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ
I'ᴍᴀ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴏɴ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs sʜɪᴛ! Lᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇs ʙᴇɢɪɴ
I'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴏғ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ
I'ᴍᴀ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴ Lᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇs ʙᴇɢɪɴ!
Cᴀʙ ʀɪᴅᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴜᴘ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ sɪᴅᴇ, ᴛᴡᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴀᴅ
Sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs, ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ʜɪᴛs ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ᴠɪʙᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ʜᴏᴍᴇ
I'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴏғ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ
I'ᴍᴀ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴏɴ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs sʜɪᴛ! Lᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇs ʙᴇɢɪɴ
I'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴏғ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ
I'ᴍᴀ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴ! Lᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇs ʙᴇɢɪɴ!
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2025 9:30 pm
We kill the girls to get paid
And put the whole damn room on the edge of the blade
You'll get far, stay clean
And if the world stops believing, I'll keep believing
That the world could make a change Hufflepuff Seventh Yeɑɾ 🧏♀️ Dɑily Drɑgon Editor 📝 Alwɑγs Wɑtching ☆¸¸ .•*¨★Sierra closely with faux seriousness and watched as Lewis showcased both sides of his hands to prove he was clean. Barely. At his quippy rebuttal about spilling paint to make the excuse, she gave him a deadpan glare just barely keeping her lips from curling upwards because This Absolute s**t. "I think all the high altitude is making you loopy if you think you'll make it out alive this time." she signed with an exaggerated scowl, even as her eyes twinkled in amusement. Thankfully it seemed his s**t talking calmed him down a bit, so now she just had to figure out what it was he wanted.
Unfortunately, it didn't last nearly as long as Sierra hoped it might before Lewis started rambling again-and honestly kudos to him for somehow figuring out how to sign in run on sentences-but she waited patiently for him to get to the crux of his issue. And.
Ohboy.
Did he.
Cinnamon brown eyes grew bigger and bigger the more her friend's shaky hands and even shakier signing continued on, and bigger still as she began to understand (or hope? maybe???) what he was attempting to say. When it finally looking like he was running out of steam, Sierra barely thought about it before she took both of Lewis' hands into her own, stopping them from any additional rambling. It wouldn't be practical to just sign with one hand, so she made sure to catch and keep his gaze as she gave his hands a comforting squeeze before releasing them.
"I'm not sure if it's your nerves or my stupid optimism but I think...did you ask me on a date? Like a real actual date date?" She was very very glad she'd let go of Lewis' hands when she had since by now, he would've surely noticed how clammy and possibly sweaty they became as her heart practically climbed up her throat. The stupid crush she'd been harboring for Lewis was almost a given to her daily life at this point. The sky was blue, Scotland was freezing, she liked Lewis. Facts and nothing more. Or rather, she'd never really thought they'd be nothing more.
Hail! Hail!
'Cause the king is gone
And if you don't stop believing, we'll keep believing
You put the record on
And live the life that you're making, shots that you're taking
So grab the cash and run
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Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2025 11:03 pm
xx✯ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? News Room
xxx✯ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? Sierra
xxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Asking on a date-date
xxxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? Wait... was she waiting for me to ask?
While proving his hands were (mostly) clean, Lewis could see Sierra trying to fight a grin. Perfect. She did comment on his "high altitude," so he instinctively bent down a bit, trying his best to not feel like an absolute alien. "I'm pretty confident I could outrun you again. These long legs have to be good for something!" He laughed, finally feeling something like himself. Sierra always had that effect, though. To make his brain feel normal, even when he felt halfway to insanity.
But all normalcy must come to an end. As his shaky hands signed out what must be hours worth of ramble, Lewis was shocked when it was cut off by Sierra gently taking hold of his hands. When he couldn't sign any further, his dark eyes looked into hers. Her eyes were usually sparkling with her mischief and plotting, but somehow they looked much deeper. It was like they were leading the way to her very soul, and more, that they were looking directly into his. Oh man, that made his cheeks warm a bit. He dropped his gaze as she squeezed his hands, then followed her motions to watch as she signed toward him.
She wasn't sure.... of her optimism? Did that mean Rosa's gossip knowledge was correct? Lewis offered a grin, looking every bit as nervous as he felt. How did people ever do this casually?? He felt so nervous his knees were a bit shaky. "A real, actual, date-date indeed. Just us two." He nodded as he signed, though his head was swimming. Did this mean they were dating? Or was that supposed to happen somewhere after they went on a date? He vaguely remembered Mum rolling her eyes with a grin when mentioning Dad asking her out on the first date... but he'd known Sierra for years! Was it different now? Or was this to test the waters of a different sort of relationship? Before he could stop his hands, he signed, "And maybe we could try dating. As a couple. But.... officially?" With any hope, it wouldn't just be his weird, stupid hormones making his brain dumb. But hey, if it worked for Dad, maybe the Abrams charm could work its magic again?
{{Wearing :: Nicer Clothes + Quidditch Pullover}}
Pᴀssᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ, ᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴀssᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ! Sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ
Lᴀsᴛ ʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴀ.ᴍ. ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs, ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ʜᴏᴡ I ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ
I'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴏғ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ
I'ᴍᴀ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴏɴ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs sʜɪᴛ! Lᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇs ʙᴇɢɪɴ
I'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴏғ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ
I'ᴍᴀ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴ Lᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇs ʙᴇɢɪɴ!
Cᴀʙ ʀɪᴅᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴜᴘ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ sɪᴅᴇ, ᴛᴡᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴀᴅ
Sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs, ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ʜɪᴛs ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ᴠɪʙᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ʜᴏᴍᴇ
I'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴏғ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ
I'ᴍᴀ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴏɴ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs sʜɪᴛ! Lᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇs ʙᴇɢɪɴ
I'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴏғ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ
I'ᴍᴀ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴ! Lᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇs ʙᴇɢɪɴ!
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2025 6:17 pm
We kill the girls to get paid
And put the whole damn room on the edge of the blade
You'll get far, stay clean
And if the world stops believing, I'll keep believing
That the world could make a change Hufflepuff Seventh Yeɑɾ 🧏♀️ Dɑily Drɑgon Editor 📝 Alwɑγs Wɑtching ☆¸¸ .•*¨★Sierra just rolled her eyes thru a false glare as Lewis just laughed at her, confident he would just outrun her again in the event they gave chase. His cheek was appalling but what was worse is that he's probably right. She was no slouch when it came to keeping active-while she didn't really enjoy Quidditch outside watching it, she was active in the dueling club and did bi-weekly jogs in the morning. Sometimes she even joined the Namaste kids if their meeting coincided her jogs but not enough to actually join the club. Unfortunately, Lewis had both additional height and strength on her so while it might be a close one, he'd probably make it out the lucky b*****d. Mostly, Sierra was just happy her friend had finally loosened up a bit from his twitchy anxiety that he was carrying.
This of course didn't last long as she was then blindsided by a hard to decipher message of a plausible possible more than likely date. With a capital "D" Date. Like...Romantically. Never had the teen girl been so very glad she couldn't hear since no one-not even her-could prove the inner screeching ringing in her mind. Every thought has now fallen off the carefully laid tracks. When did this all start!? How did it start?! What was he expecting to happen?? Did he want anything to actually happen? Did SHE want anything to happen?!? How was this her ******** life! One second she's arguing with Bieto over fonts and the next her crush of nearly FOUR GODDAMN YEARS is asking her out on a date! If she wasn't so sure that Su didn't have a mean bone in their entire body she'd swear the other teen was pranking her. Well maybe not Su...Rosa might though. Maybe. But Lewis wouldn't have gone along with it if she had! ******** Merlin, she felt like a conspiracy lunatic!
Sierra tried very very hard to mas all these feelings as she attempted to help calm Lewis and as they stared at each other for just a few moments (WHATINTHEACTUALSENSEANDSENSIBILITYISTHISUTTERBULLSHIT) she felt her cheeks redden unconsciously mirroring her friend's before quickly averting her gaze. That's it, she was formally moving in with Milan. She was going to hide in his closet and pay rent by threading all his needles and killing the spiders that ultimately nest in his dusty celling corners. It'd be perfect and completely unemotive.
Annnnd of course Lewis had to ruin all her carefully laid plans by actually calling it a Date-Date (!!!!) and then-! THEN-!! He asked if they could try ACTUAL DATING. Sierra felt her entire being shut down, complete engine failure, error 404, blue screen of death, all the other technical bullshit jargon that matched because DOES NOT GODDAMN COMPUTE. Before she could stop them her hands began to sign, "This isn't a joke right? Or like you're practicing on me to ask out someone else? Or a pity date? Because, because just because I like you doesn't mean you have to like me back or anything-" Sierra's hands froze practically in midair as her entire face took on the universally recognized "Oh s**t" look.
Hail! Hail!
'Cause the king is gone
And if you don't stop believing, we'll keep believing
You put the record on
And live the life that you're making, shots that you're taking
So grab the cash and run
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2025 6:37 pm
xx✯ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? News Room
xxx✯ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? Sierra
xxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Asking on a date-date
xxxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? She likes me too!!!!
How in the world had this all come to this moment? Lewis had been crushing forever, then juggling feelings for multiple people, then very slowly narrowing down feelings. And yet, when he thought back to it, most of the time it led his feelings back here. To her. Was that weird? Or maybe it was poetic.... probably weird. It was hard to breathe while they were in this weird stasis of feelings. What if Rosa was wrong? What if his stupid feelings had led him astray? It certainly wouldn't be the first time for that one.
But then he noticed her signing again. Was it a joke? No. Was he practicing on her? Certainly not. Pity? Not hardly. And his eyes lit up when she signed that she liked him. Well. Wasn't that conveniently timed? Her hands froze, so this time, he took her hands in his. Good lord, his cheeks felt like they were on fire. Slowly, he shook his head, then let go of hers so he could sign back. "Sierra.... I've I've had more-than-friendship feelings about you for years. Unfortunately, it took me forever to pluck up the courage. But it's not a prank or pity or anything other than this." He drew in a shaky breath, trying his best to focus on his hands so he could sign without the trembling.
"I really like you. I have for a long time, but I was nervous. Also I had some.... stray feelings, but they're not important right now. I'm sure I'll spill the beans on that soon. Right now, I just want to know if we can take our friendship up a level or however it's said. Because I'd really like it if you were my girlfriend. Even if it means someone else is going to steal all my sweaters." As if Rosa, Su, Mea, and now Wen weren't bad enough! He'd never find himself warm. "And if you don't want to go to Hogsmeade, I can make us dinner in the kitchens. Or we can sneak treats into the library... or visit the gardens once they thaw out. I think I'd just be happy if you're there with me." Aaah, there was the Abrams sap. Hopefully it wasn't too much too fast...
{{Wearing :: Nicer Clothes + Quidditch Pullover}}
Pᴀssᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ, ᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴀssᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ! Sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ
Lᴀsᴛ ʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴀ.ᴍ. ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs, ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ʜᴏᴡ I ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ
I'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴏғ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ
I'ᴍᴀ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴏɴ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs sʜɪᴛ! Lᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇs ʙᴇɢɪɴ
I'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴏғ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ
I'ᴍᴀ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴ Lᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇs ʙᴇɢɪɴ!
Cᴀʙ ʀɪᴅᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴜᴘ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ sɪᴅᴇ, ᴛᴡᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴀᴅ
Sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs, ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ʜɪᴛs ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ᴠɪʙᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ʜᴏᴍᴇ
I'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴏғ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ
I'ᴍᴀ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴏɴ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs sʜɪᴛ! Lᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇs ʙᴇɢɪɴ
I'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴏғ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ
I'ᴍᴀ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴ! Lᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇs ʙᴇɢɪɴ!
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2025 10:38 pm
We kill the girls to get paid
And put the whole damn room on the edge of the blade
You'll get far, stay clean
And if the world stops believing, I'll keep believing
That the world could make a change Hufflepuff Seventh Yeɑɾ 🧏♀️ Dɑily Drɑgon Editor 📝 Alwɑγs Wɑtching ☆¸¸ .•*¨★Sierra was now and firmly set in Freaking Out mode and was trying to casually look for a way to run out. She would have the element of surprise on her side and for all of Lewis' height, he had weak ankles so if she did a fake out that could also give her at most ten extra seconds. Then she could hide out in the girls bathroom (he was way too awkward to even dare) and once he got tired of waiting or went to grab his sister or Su to come get her, she would make a break for it to Hogsmeade, floo home, and live out the rest of her days undisturbed. Perfect plan, 10/10 plan.
Of course, Lewis Goddamn Abrams had to ruin this perfect plan grabbing her hands in his before she could make her feet move. Sierra didn't dare look up at him, not only did she want to get sucked back into their previous stare-off but she was mostly afraid of what she'd find in his eyes. Mouths and hands could lie but the eyes usually couldn't. Thankfully he let her go, but horrifyingly he only did so to continue signing. He explained there was no pity but that he'd had these feelings for years (WHAT) and that he'd just now gotten the courage to talk with her about them.
Equally horrifying, Lewis again mentioned that he'd like her for a while and after he slipped out a piece of random lore (that she would definitely be asking about depending on how this conversation ended), he said he just wanted to take their friendship to a new level. (Jokes on him, Sierra sucked at video games). But then! Then! He kept on, saying that even if it wasn't Hogsmeade it could be a private dinner, or snacks in the library, or the gardens, because he'd just be happy spending time with her (willoughbywhomst?sheonlyknowsoflewisabrams). It was diabetically sweet, horrendously sappy, and gods be damned if it didn't actually work.
"What if I want your denim jackets instead? They're easier to paint on anyway." Sierra finally signed back after some moments and finally looking up at him with a hesitant grin. She then physically rolled up the large sleeves of her plaid over shirt and lightly shook out her hands to prepare them for the cloying words she was about to form.
"I really couldn't care less-which is an horrendous turn of phrase but that's neither here nor there-about where we go or what we do. It’s not about the place or what we’re doing, I could be watching you clean paint brushes for all I care. I just want-" Sierra hesitated again, mainly in completely embarrassment about what she was about to say. "I just want to take this chance with you because I like knowing that wherever we are or whatever we're doing, I like how you always make me feel heard. Or something." She may have spazzed her hands slightly at the end from sheer mortification and was now attempting to save it by hiding her face in her traitorous hands. ******** feelings this was absolute torture!
Hail! Hail!
'Cause the king is gone
And if you don't stop believing, we'll keep believing
You put the record on
And live the life that you're making, shots that you're taking
So grab the cash and run
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Posted: Tue Mar 18, 2025 11:25 pm
xx✯ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? News Room
xxx✯ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? Sierra
xxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Asking on a date-date
xxxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? She likes me too!!!!
Even though they only held hands for a moment, it made Lewis' heart race. Oh man. The tension in the room was thick, and yet, somehow he was able to breathe. Sure, his head was spinning with all the information, and sure, he felt like his heart was going to fly out of his chest, but she.... she liked him back! All those crazy, insane feelings somehow were justified, and not just a mess of gossip. Honestly, had Sierra said no, Lewis probably would've buried himself under the garden somewhere so at least he could be used to fertilize the plants... but it wasn't needed! All because Sierra had had this same weird feeling. But she couldn't even say anything about him taking too long, since hers was a long time too! Hah!
After offering his jackets, Sierra said back that she wanted his denim jacket. "It's yours. Literally, it's too short for my arms. Feel free to paint all over it. Very possible it already has paint on it, though." He snorted softly, pretty sure there was a rapidly decreasing section of his closet that was truly paint free. And most of them were simply clean because he didn't paint while in his quidditch uniform.... very often. Heck, even half of his pajama bottoms had managed to get paint on them! But something about the thought of Sierra wearing his jackets, regardless of sleeve length, made his ears warm in addition to his blushy cheeks.
Lewis was a little worried when she rolled up her sleeves, but apparently it was so she could prepare to sign more articulately. Had she not noticed how hard his hands were shaking up? But then she started on how "couldn't care less" was a terrible turn of phrase... which, fair, tbh. And she carried on, agreeing that location or task didn't matter. She probably didn't want to see him wash paintbrushes, though. Especially since he so seldom used any. When she paused, Lewis held his breath, not sure why. Was this anxiety? Because if so, it ******** sucked.
He looked from her hands back to her eyes, then quickly back to her hands as she continued. She.... she wanted to take a chance with him? When she said he always made her feel heard, Lewis lightly shrugged his shoulders. "You're one of the only people I can go to when my brain is too overwhelmed with colors. And though I don't see yours that often, I think it may be my favorite." Oh man, was his heart that loud on the outside too or were the azure drumbeats in his head just a show for him?
Lewis bit his lip a bit as he brushed an errant lock of hair back behind Sierra's ear. Thankfully there wasn't any paint on his hands that may transfer... (because ohsweetlordabove that'd be awkward). He vaguely wondered if his blushing could get any warmer, but was secretly grateful he wasn't as pale as Dad. When Dad blushed (or went into the sun for more than 5 minutes) everyone could tell. Hopefully Sierra didn't think him a nervous nellie! "Thankfully we already know a lot about each other. So early dates won't be like... extra super awkward. Like. I'm not going to take you out for beans at some weird hipster restaurant somewhere. But maybe... we can go out for some big cinnamon rolls this weekend? Or we can go to the game shop and borrow a big puzzle and put it together... together or something." It would either be super fun or the world's lamest date, but he really, really hoped for the fun option. At least it wasn't cleaning paintbrushes?
{{Wearing :: Nicer Clothes + Quidditch Pullover}}
Pᴀssᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ, ᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴀssᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ! Sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ
Lᴀsᴛ ʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴀ.ᴍ. ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs, ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ʜᴏᴡ I ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ
I'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴏғ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ
I'ᴍᴀ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴏɴ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs sʜɪᴛ! Lᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇs ʙᴇɢɪɴ
I'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴏғ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ
I'ᴍᴀ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴ Lᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇs ʙᴇɢɪɴ!
Cᴀʙ ʀɪᴅᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴜᴘ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ sɪᴅᴇ, ᴛᴡᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴀᴅ
Sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs, ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ʜɪᴛs ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ᴠɪʙᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ʜᴏᴍᴇ
I'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴏғ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ
I'ᴍᴀ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴏɴ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs sʜɪᴛ! Lᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇs ʙᴇɢɪɴ
I'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴏғ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ
I'ᴍᴀ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴ! Lᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇs ʙᴇɢɪɴ!
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2025 7:10 pm
We kill the girls to get paid
And put the whole damn room on the edge of the blade
You'll get far, stay clean
And if the world stops believing, I'll keep believing
That the world could make a change Hufflepuff Seventh Yeɑɾ 🧏♀️ Dɑily Drɑgon Editor 📝 Alwɑγs Wɑtching ☆¸¸ .•*¨★Sierra just snorted as Lewis essentially gifted her his jacket with the reasoning that it was too short and potentially already had paint stains. Truthfully-horrifyingly-she found her chest and her cheeks growing warm at the idea of wearing a jacket that had obviously belonged to the much larger teen and had to physically shake her head to clear it. After her embarrassingly emotional-speech?-display, she forced herself to remove her hands from her eyes so she could see Lewis' response since even with her aides in, her internal screaming was far louder than whatever he was about to say. For good reason! Who even says "and though I don't see it often I think yours is my favorite" or whatever?! She was definitely going to be having a talk later about his reading and netflix history after this. Yknow, if she could ever look him in the eyes again after this.
Sierra felt rather than heard the "eep" that escaped her as Lewis pushed back a lock of her hair behind her ear and valiantly fought both urges to flee and slap at his hands as she would normally. Because things were far far from normal. But seeing the bright flush on his face had her feeling at least slightly better that he wasn't faring any better in all of this. He went on, talking about their dates (PLURAL) and how they won't be awkward because they already know each other. It suddenly hit her that she very much agreed to a date-date with Lewis Goddamn Abrams, causing the fight or flight began to kick in. Nervously, she began to bite at her left hand's fingernails as she thought this through. He said he liked her, he wanted to date, he's asked her out, she said yes....everything should be great but why does she feel like the other shoe is about to drop any second.
Sierra's face scrunched unconsciously as he mentioned not taking her to eat beans-the grossest protein in her opinion-then brightened at the potential plan to get cinnamon rolls. Or puzzles. (Sierra really can't believe she likes a guy who's idea of a good time was cinnamon rolls and puzzles; what's worse is that she's actually already planning an outfit that could work for cinnamon rolls and puzzles.) "We could do both? I think the bakery delivers so that way we can't 'accidentally' lose pieces." If Sierra was being honest, she was more likely to hide puzzle pieces and produce them at the last minute, but he didn't need to remember that.
Hail! Hail!
'Cause the king is gone
And if you don't stop believing, we'll keep believing
You put the record on
And live the life that you're making, shots that you're taking
So grab the cash and run
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2025 8:28 pm
xx✯ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? News Room
xxx✯ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? Sierra
xxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Asking on a date-date
xxxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? She likes me too!!!!
All while offering his denim jacket, Lewis felt his cheeks warm a bit as he thought about Sierra wearing it... or any of his jackets, really. It was cute and wholesome when his siblings wore it, but the thought of a girlfriend wearing it made his cheeks warm even further. Something about the thought just made his heart skip a beat or two. Maybe he could get a denim jacket in his current size and paint it fancily for her? Something unique, yet that she would like. Thankfully, he would be able to design something like that. He'd have to send word to mum and ask her for a collection of fabric paints. If anyone had access to them, it was mum.
As he moved to push her hair back, Lewis panicked a bit when Sierra let out a little squeak. It was, admittedly, adorable. He did feel a bit worried that he might have stepped over boundaries, so for now, he'd keep his hands to himself. Sierra was blushing pretty brightly, but he figured he was too. His face still felt like it was lit on fire, but hey. At least he'd gotten out all his words and somehow she hadn't rejected him? It was insane to think just a little while ago he'd given himself the stress hiccups from overthinking this one! He shifted back a bit, scratching his neck idly while he tried to get his brain to calm down.
Lewis tried not to laugh when Sierra reacted with disgust when he mentioned eating beans. For some, inexplicable reason, she had an intense hatred of beans. The only part that sucked was that British cuisine was like 95% beans... for some ******** reason. Thankfully, his suggestion to get baked goods and puzzles seemed to work well. Sierra even mentioned that they could do delivery in effort to not lose pieces. "That's very valid. And thankfully, I know the owner of For Goodness Bakes. He's a cousin of a cousin... I think? Something like that. Either way, I bet I can get a discount." He laughed. He already knew Theo would give him an extra treat when he went in, and now Rosa got it too. Something about being an Abrams just worked. Or maybe Mum was right about the Abrams Mafia.... "But I'm sure doing puzzles together would be super fun. I'll have to wash my hands a few extra times to make sure I don't ruin them." He laughed, thinking it wouldn't be the first time he'd accidentally ruined a project..... a specific issue of the Daily Dragon came to mind.
{{Wearing :: Nicer Clothes + Quidditch Pullover}}
Pᴀssᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ, ᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴀssᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ! Sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ
Lᴀsᴛ ʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴀ.ᴍ. ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs, ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ʜᴏᴡ I ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ
I'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴏғ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ
I'ᴍᴀ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴏɴ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs sʜɪᴛ! Lᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇs ʙᴇɢɪɴ
I'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴏғ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ
I'ᴍᴀ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴ Lᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇs ʙᴇɢɪɴ!
Cᴀʙ ʀɪᴅᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴜᴘ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ sɪᴅᴇ, ᴛᴡᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴀᴅ
Sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs, ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ʜɪᴛs ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ᴠɪʙᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ʜᴏᴍᴇ
I'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴏғ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ
I'ᴍᴀ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴏɴ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs sʜɪᴛ! Lᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇs ʙᴇɢɪɴ
I'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴏғ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ
I'ᴍᴀ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴ! Lᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇs ʙᴇɢɪɴ!
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2025 12:22 pm
We kill the girls to get paid
And put the whole damn room on the edge of the blade
You'll get far, stay clean
And if the world stops believing, I'll keep believing
That the world could make a change Hufflepuff Seventh Yeɑɾ 🧏♀️ Dɑily Drɑgon Editor 📝 Alwɑγs Wɑtching ☆¸¸ .•*¨★Sierra caught the amused twinkle in Lewis’ eyes as he rambled on about the discount and puzzles, and despite the chaotic mess of emotions swirling inside her, she couldn't help but smile. Despite her own tangle of emotions, his nervousness was endearing, especially as it seemed like he was genuinely trying to keep things light-hearted. But there was a warmth in the way he was talking now, a shift from the anxiety earlier that told her he was feeling a bit more settled. Whatever he used to get there, she definitely wanted.
"Of course you're getting discounts at a bakery. Of. Course." Sierra signed, rolling her eyes with exaggerated disbelief. Lewis was always casually dropping information regarding his clan (that's seriously how she had to imagine his family unit at this point) and quite frankly she was impressed. She hadn't thought she knew anyone who's family was more convoluted than her own, so it was nice not being the odd person out. "Seriously, what is it with you and all these connections? One day you're going to tell me you've got an in with the minister next!" Her words were playful, teasing as always, but her eyes lingered on him for just a moment too long, with an unknowingly soft glow, before she realized then abruptly looked away.
Sierra shifted slightly, running a hand through her hair to hide the faintest blush creeping across her cheeks. Lewis might not know it yet, but he had a way of making her heart flutter every time he spoke, every time he smiled that awkward, genuine grin that had made him her best friend... and now, maybe something more. (goodlordshewasmakinghimpayforhertherapyafterthis. or chocolate. a s**t ton of chocolate).
"Even if you do, it would definitely make putting it together more interesting. I just think Tzuki might have a few words about it though." Sierra snickered as she imagined not only having to clue their way into piecing the puzzle together, but also having to explain to the cafe owner what they'd done. Accidentally of course. Other than a few instances-that may or may not be mentioned currently or in the future-Lewis never truly meant to shed paint like he did. Funnily enough, all this banter was actually making her feel better, which she had a sinking suspicion her friend probably knew or assumed it would but she couldn't bring herself to actually get mad about it. Maybe later she'll find a sign to tape on his back for revenge, but for now she'd let the flutters take over.
"Ok, baked goods, puzzles, and no beans. Got it. We might actually survive this." She added with a grin. Once again, Sierra found herself fiddling with her fingers as she worked up the honestly insane amount of courage it would take to ask this last question. "So, will going on the date make you my boyfriend, or should I plan my own little outing before asking you that." Turnabout being fair play and all.
Hail! Hail!
'Cause the king is gone
And if you don't stop believing, we'll keep believing
You put the record on
And live the life that you're making, shots that you're taking
So grab the cash and run
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Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2025 4:29 pm
xx✯ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? News Room
xxx✯ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? Sierra
xxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Asking on a date-date
xxxxx✯ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? Does the date make it official? Or just anytime?
There was something oddly comforting about talking to Sierra. Sure, he'd just spilled out all his emotions, but she managed to not only keep the conversation light, but to keep his stupid shaky hands still. It was somehow both a big dump of emotions and just another silly conversation with his best friend. After Lewis mentioned his connections in Hogsmeade, Sierra simply responded with an "of course", which made him laugh. "Of course I have a discount at the bakery. Theo's like... a second? Third cousin. Something like that." He signed as he spoke, his voice betraying his laughter. It wasn't like he'd specifically asked for the discount, after all. Plus Theo could almost always be inclined to give discounts... to anyone.
But that brought on subject of the Abrams Mafia™ (as mum often called it) and their oodles of connections everywhere. Sierra asked if they had an in with the Minister and Lewis tilted his head as he shrugged. "I mean... technically. My Papa's cousin is way up high in the Ministry." She'd been at her post for ages, and Lewis was sure she'd remain there forever. It was an in - of sorts - to the Minister, wasn't it? Maybe she'd get selected to be the Ministress of Magic next. Who knew with the Wakefields? His dark eyes caught her gaze for a second, and a small, yet dopey smile slid onto his face before he looked away. Those little glances seemed to serve best to make his heart skip beats like they were trying to play a song.
As his gaze was off of her, Lewis vaguely wondered how long these butterflies would continue flying about hit tummy. They'd been friends for ages, but now it was... more than that. It wasn't like he'd just confessed his affection and she denied it, she actually felt the same weird feelings! It wasn't just something that he had been struggling with, which made it better. She'd even been dealing with it a while, which made him feel less like an alien. Maybe he wasn't as weird for having multiple crushes while he worked out feelings? Not that he was particularly keen on spilling that bit for now.
When Sierra signed that a bit of extra paint would make putting the puzzle together more interesting, Lewis vaguely wondered if he could get one of his paintings turned into a puzzle. Then it wouldn't matter if it got more paint on it.... hmmm. "I couldn't do that to Tzuki. She's so nice!" He laughed again, briefly imagining the conversation with the shopkeep. He'd been caught accidentally painting on things more than once, but never having to outright tell someone who wouldn't otherwise notice. "Besides, they usually have their own artwork and probably don't need more on top. A little English Cottage picture doesn't need a contemporary mess of synesthesia colors." Aaah the infamous cottage puzzle. Papa Milo had been about 20 pieces away from completing a 5,000 piece puzzle when Lewis (who had, admittedly, been a toddler at the time) painted wobbly, odd colored flowers on the scene. Of course, Papa Milo still finished the puzzle and hung it up... but Tzuki might not be as forgiving.
And then Sierra recapped, causing Lewis to chortle about her insistence that there not be any beans involved. But they were able to survive. Fantastic. Survival was probably key on a date. Besides, he didn't even really like beans all that much.... unless they were cocoa beans. Those, he might be less inclined to give up. He was about to reply when Sierra asked a different question, but one that was weighed on his mind as well. Honestly? He didn't want to wait until after their first date... But what if she did? Did dates make things official, or was it more of a "mutual understanding" situation? With a soft exhale, Lewis let his hands sign over the words his brain couldn't quite form. "Honestly, I don't even think we have to wait? I'd like to be your boyfriend now, if you want. Date or no date. I think it would feel good to be able to call you my girlfriend too. I'll still take you on a date, for sure, but we can use the terms before then, if you want." The warmth flushed over his cheeks again, chocolate brown eyes sparkling a bit as he dove into her gaze. It was all on the line now, and he just hoped she didn't think him being too forward.
{{Wearing :: Nicer Clothes + Quidditch Pullover}}
Pᴀssᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ, ᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴀssᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ! Sᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ
Lᴀsᴛ ʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴀ.ᴍ. ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs, ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ʜᴏᴡ I ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ
I'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴏғ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ
I'ᴍᴀ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴏɴ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs sʜɪᴛ! Lᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇs ʙᴇɢɪɴ
I'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴏғ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ
I'ᴍᴀ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴ Lᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇs ʙᴇɢɪɴ!
Cᴀʙ ʀɪᴅᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴜᴘ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ sɪᴅᴇ, ᴛᴡᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴀᴅ
Sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs, ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ʜɪᴛs ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ᴠɪʙᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ʜᴏᴍᴇ
I'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴏғ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ
I'ᴍᴀ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴏɴ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪs sʜɪᴛ! Lᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇs ʙᴇɢɪɴ
I'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴀ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴏғ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ-ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ
I'ᴍᴀ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪɴ! Lᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇs ʙᴇɢɪɴ!
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Cinnabun Gryffie Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2025 2:33 pm
We kill the girls to get paid
And put the whole damn room on the edge of the blade
You'll get far, stay clean
And if the world stops believing, I'll keep believing
That the world could make a change Hufflepuff Seventh Yeɑɾ ♀️ Dɑily Drɑgon Editor Alwɑγs Wɑtching ☆¸¸ .•*¨★Sierra just rolled her eyes and threw up her hands dramatically, not caring that her sleeves slumped over her hands again because of course! Of course Lewis and his weirdly connected family are just that! Weirdly and high profile-y connected! She doesn't even want to remember and count just how many members were in Quidditch like he was going to be or owned store fronts in Diagon. (Could the same be said about her own family? Yes, but that's not what's important right now.) The faux exasperation was enough for her to gather her feelings so she didn't feel as though she'd randomly combust into a puddle every time she and Lewis' eyes so much as locked. Ughhh, this was all his fault. She'd practically perfected her ability to act normally around him despite her feelings for the better part of three and a half years and just out the freaking blue-! Dastardly is what it was. Disastrously wonderful as well.
Sierra could understand Lewis not wanting to upset Tzuki-she was very sweet even if she didn't know the older woman that well-but she couldn't help teasing and picking at him for his paint shedding ways. She briefly wondered if calling him a paint phoenix would work but rationalized that every day would be his quote "burning day" so honestly, it probably wouldn't work. She was once again so absorbed in her random thoughts (totally not to focus on the rhythmic jazz happening in her chest, absolutely not) that she almost missed when Lewis brazenly said that he didn't think they would have to wait. That he'd like to be her boyfriend date or no date.
Sierra is reminded of an older comic where the gag is that the main character has a tiny version of themselves that gets to appropriately react as exaggerated as they'd like while they themselves were rather stoic. She's pretty sure hers would be an imploded mess of confetti and screams. The stoic thing she wasn't too sure of since she could practically feel the heat radiating off her cheeks but she was doing her best in an impossible situation goddamit! Many would assume that because signing is more deliberate, the foot to mouth ratio is null and void, but Sierra always likes to push boundaries. Evident by the way her hands signed out, "Boyfriend credentials usually come after the kiss." before she could realize or stop them. Milan's closet was looking better and better.
Hail! Hail!
'Cause the king is gone
And if you don't stop believing, we'll keep believing
You put the record on
And live the life that you're making, shots that you're taking
So grab the cash and run
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