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Richard is always the second choice. Or, you know, they could be sober and she could start speaking poetry and he kind of has a moment of lust. Hey, I’m cee and I’m odd.
Yeah, that could work too. hmm this shall be interesting…mmkay just tell me when we can para it lol also Emilia needs friends :3
and Hi, I’m Mica and I’m probably even more odd, so hi!
I don’t mind when.
Hi Mica.
Richard is always the second choice. Or, you know, they could be sober and she could start speaking poetry and he kind of has a moment of lust. Hey, I’m cee and I’m odd.
billy-springsteen replied to your post: billy-springsteen replied to your post: X. Could I…
just send in her page, it’s fine :)
http://roseisaweasley.tumblr.com/
billy-springsteen replied to your post: X. Could I reserve Rose again? Has someone…
yea sure :3
DO I have to send in an app, or can I send in her page? It has writing samples all over it…
Kat REALLY likes glasses. They make her go all sdlfkjdskfjmklejmrioweklfwejfilkeswrop! And she doesn’t need closet sex with Richard, because she has a super sweet boyfriend who gives her chills just by touching her arm.
I would probably die laughing.
Rose wasn’t wearing glasses. She just told her “ANYTHING YOU CAN DO I CAN DO BETTER” and BOOM! broomcloset sex that she acts like she never had because EW SHE SHAGGED HER ENEMY.
if you don’t i will.
- Broom Closets
- the astronomy tower
- the woods (with doe)
- Dressing rooms.
- Owelery (but it smells like owl shit, and it was one kiss okay!)
Classy girl is classy.
Richard defends that Kat was only using him for his poetry and glasses.
Their bros now, and no…he will never have dressing room sex with her ever again.
nora i would love you if you wrote it. Just so i could lmfao.
In a split second, her whole body froze while the blood ooze from her nose. Even with the handkerchief pressed to the roof of her nose to stop the sickening red, metallic goo from getting on her hands, her head had already began to swirl. For a moment even, it was as though everything was moving in slow motions. At first she wasn’t sure if it was the blood, or the fact that she had actually been stupid enough to smell the yellow roses. There was always a chance that this psycho, whoever they were, was wise enough to put a potion in whatever he sent.
Taking a deep breathe, Kat tries to keep her eyes focused on Richard. Her heart is racing from the anxiety from earlier. Where was she running to, anyway? Who was she running to? Damn, okay. She was going to do what she would have done with any of her friends and just fall, but not yet- “No, I’-I’m not. “ Because who’s to say she was. Her nose was bleeding, blood made her nauseous, and okay, she was totally shit scared. What if whoever sent her the flowers was the same person who hurt her in the woods? The thought was wretched. Yet, it was possible.
Richard can’t help but to grab onto the Ravenclaw’s shoulders to give her some support. Any minute now, there’s a likelihood that Kat will faint. She had the last time this happened, except no one was there to help her up and he’d found her on the ground. The look she was giving him said that in some many ways. He could tell that she was probably seeing double. “What’s happened, money penny?” the poet asks, quickly, trying to keep her from passing out on him. The nickname was only due to the fact that Kat reminded him of a woman out of a James Bond movie at times. Cool, beautiful, and ready to attack at any moment with some sort of bomb. “Try not to think of the blood. Think of something else. Something happy. Your…boyfriend, or something else entirely.” The brown haired boy tried to help her walk to a sitting area near by.
The day had turned out to be a frustrating day for Katarina: first some stupid girl had gone out of her way to push Kat during her morning run, then some idiot had decided to take the book she planned to get from the library, right out of her hands. The book was right in her hands when the git took it too. Both times, during both incidences, But what made the day completely horrendous, was the dozen yellow roses on her bed with a card that had her name written in it. Within the card was a a little note:
“Did you forget about her so soon?”
Those words were enough to have Kat’s head whirl a thousand miles an hour. Who? Who? Were they talking about Doreen or River? Sure, the last time she had received yellow Roses was on valentines day from ‘doe’. It’s just something was wrong about the card this time around. A little wrong that had Kat believe that they were speaking of someone else entirely.
Scurrying down the hallway, Kat finds herself run smack dab into Richard Crowley. And not too long after her nose starts to bleed. “Merlin! It’s like every time I see you, my freakin’ nose bleeds!” Her hands shook at the sight of her own blood dripping through her nose as she went for her handkerchief.
Richard had been outside contemplating how Van Gough had been considered to be a genius, even if he had killed himself, while women like Sylvia Plath had killed themselves and were considered to be insane. In his mind, that was both sexist and a double standard. He thought that Sylvia Plath should be known for all of her hardships and the poetry that she wrote. Not how she died. Sylvia should get the same respect that Van Gough gets nowadays, he thinks, holding his copy of ‘The Bell Jar’ in his hands. He had read the book a few too many times. Each time, it was as though he noticed something different and had an entirely different perspective on the woman’s life. She reminded him a lot of-
“Kat.” He said, feeling her run into him. He was immediately worried when her nose started bleeding. Worse, she looked a little paler than usual. “Are you okay? Take a deep breath, alright and hold the tip of your nose like I told you last time.” His green hues showed how worried he was. The last time he had talked to Kat she seemed a little off. Now, her personality was just as off. The Hufflepuff had no idea how to respond when she appeared this anxious. For him, it was like watching a brave kitten being attacked by a pack of wolves. Merlin, he hoped she was okay. He really, really did.
@CEE: FUQ YOU FOR REMINDING ME OF THEIR WONDERFUL FRIENDSHIP!
LET’S PARA ANOTHER NOSE BLEED PARA? EXCEPT THE PARA CAN TAKE PLACE SOMEWHERE ELSE, LIKE THE LIBRARY OR AT HOGSMEADE. I know that Kat gets quezy with blood, so it can be their chance to be bros again.
I’ll START!
NORA THANK YOU.
I’m not anyone new, but you’re welcome to have a Butterbeer anytime with me, Kat.
As friends, right? If so, then, yeah, Rich. We should have a butterbeer. Catch up, you know?
Sounds like a great idea. And I can pay for my half.
@CEE: FUQ YOU FOR REMINDING ME OF THEIR WONDERFUL FRIENDSHIP!
LET’S PARA ANOTHER NOSE BLEED PARA? EXCEPT THE PARA CAN TAKE PLACE SOMEWHERE ELSE, LIKE THE LIBRARY OR AT HOGSMEADE. I know that Kat gets quezy with blood, so it can be their chance to be bros again.
“Then, you’re apologizing for how you’re using me as pawn in hiding your feelings for Doe?” Richard asks, trying to see if the question tricks her into being honest with him. As always, he’d be alright with it. Kat’s beautiful, but she has that same bird like quality that had him break up with Doreen. Like, he’s keeping her from something, type of thing. From each other, possibly? It’s not too clear, but not too long into their meeting, he noticed how quickly enraged the girl appeared to be getting with him.
Crowl looks at her through the top of his knees. They’re curled together for a safety net. Tilting his head, he glances at her and states, “My mother’s a therapist, she gets these type of nose bleeds a lot.” His blue hues meet hers before he nods. “And I promise not to tell anyone about your incident, Miss Rowley. That is, if any one else hasn’t noticed. You seem to be one that cares deeply about how you appear to others.” Shaking his head against his arm, Crowl looks in the direction of the halls. No one had walked through in some time, and he was beginning to think that Katarina didn’t need to go to Hospital Wing after all. “No, I want to be a writer. If I had to choose a proper field, though, I ‘d consider something for the Ministry. Something that could make a difference. “ He responds, surprised by the statement. His mind wanders through various thoughts while Kat looks perplexed at her robes. For a moment, he considers that maybe he was was wrong, and that she did need some proper medical assistance. “Are you alright, kat? the boy adds for good measure. The quote from before still has him taken back a bit. Katarina Rowley read Plath, and in such a short time, she reminded him of Plath too.
“No, stupid.” Rowley hisses in a way that states that, that’s the true meaning hidden in her words. Her lips purse together in thought, watching the boy as he watches her. He’s obviously not stupid, but the fact that he’s stupid in her mind hasn’t left just yet. “Have you ever been terrorfied of something, because you’re not sure how others will take it?” She asks, ruffling her hair. Crowley was the only person she could talk to at the moment, so she gave it a shot.
“And your father? What does he do?” Kat decides to ask, bemusement ringing from her words. There’s a moment when the halls seem to ring with silence, making her feel all too nervous and jittery. Of course, Richard has to fuck everything up by being nice again. She ignores it this time, nodding, eyes now focused on the icky blood on her robes. “A writer or the Ministry? Until now, I never would have seen you as the type to want to be apart of the Ministry.” Her hands go together, as a certain thought comes to mind, “I’m fine, darling.” nodding, she tries to get her point across. “So very, very fine.”
NORA THIS IS FOREVER MY FAVORITE PARA EVER. IT WAS UTTER PERFECTION. I WILL REBLOG
