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A Simple QuestionWho: Percy Giffin and Jamie MacRath
Why: Because Percy has to know why Jamie and Elle were cuddling after the bombing.
When: After the major bombing on Hogwarts, which would be June 4th.
Where: In the great hall after any exams
MisguidedThe sounds of footsteps echoing all around could be heard loudly as they ran on. Twigs snapped and dirt crunched under their shoes. The soft sound of material swishing together as their arms swung back and forth with the running motion was a faint noise in the backround, same as their heavy breathing.
"Stop!" Came a shout from behind. "EXPELLIARMUS!" And a bolt of light whizzed right passed his head. He turned in alarm to see who had shot it and then slowed and stopped as he saw his father holding the wand and pointing it at him. "Carlisle, stop this madness!" He shouted to him and he sounded so desperate it made Carlisle hesitate. His hair was mess, and sweat beaded on his forehead. He felt like all he could hear was the pounding of his heart and all he could see was the distance between him in his father in a literal and figurative sense. His father was a man he respected above all else, and he had hoped to be like him one day, but now in this crucial moment Carlisle had made
You Know It's Love"Kirian? I'm so glad you're home. Raye got sent home early with a black eye and I'm not really sure what to do, honestly. He refuses to talk to me, and Fineas says he doesn't know anything. Apparently the boys don't trust me with this subject." The dark haired woman by the name of Melody said to the tall, light haired Irishman she was married to. She looked distressed, and perhaps a little impatient to discover what had gotten her well behaved son into some sort of fight.
Kirian sighed and glanced up the stairs where the boys were hiding out. Raye being sent home from school for any reason was odd. Well, honestly both his sons were bright and well mannered, so it was odd for either one to be sent home with an injury of some sort. Neither one was open to starting fights, but Raye especially was not.
"No idea what happened at all? Did the principle say nothing?" Kirian asked with a sigh. He ran his fingers through his hair briefly, trying to think up what to say.
"No, nothing at all. It'
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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