i like my hair even though it’s been soaked from lake water (ew) and then dried and straightened and then wet again from rain all whilst alternating between running and getting sweaty and having a few people muck with it.
film business, even if it’s amateur, is tedious.
The day was lazy, and the sun was lethargic against her shoulders. She had an inkling that the prolonged duration of her stay in the sun would cause a terrible explosion of freckles across her shoulders, but she was so warm she couldn’t be swayed to move from her path. She stayed on that route for some time until some caught her eye, and she turned to address it. Whatever it was, she knew the figure, and sight of it pleased her.
“Oi~,” She purred, sashaying over and leaning over their shoulder with a curious arch of the brow, “What do we have here then?”
Pansy sat in the library, once more seeking peace and quiet. She’d been avoiding people lately, but the solitude was getting to her. Thoughts flitting through her mind; Ron, Draco, Billie, Harry… She took a deep breath, her head resting lazily on the table, the quiet lulling her into a light sleep.
Whatever small kip Pansy got - it didn’t last long. Billie felt full of piss and vinegar, and she made sure anyone in a vicinity of her knew it. Pansy just happened to be her next victim. She popped over to her, drumming on the back of her head, grinning like a hound.
“Paaaaansy! P-p-p-parkinson.”
Ron hadn’t expected the hand and it caught him square in the face. It didn’t really hurt, just stung but he decided to have a little fun with it. He doubled over grabbing his nose, “Bloody hell, I think you broke my nose!” His voice was pained and when the girls looked concerned he stood up with a grin, “No, not really. Let’s go!” He took off, trying to get away from Billie but slowed as she hooked arms with him and Lily. They ran together for a few awkward strides before Ron and Lily broke free and took off, turning into a race. Ron’s competitive streak caused adrenaline to flow through him and he ducked his head and pushed himself faster, hoping to pass the willowy form of Lily. When they finally reached the cellar, it didn’t matter who won. Ron doubled over, his hands on his knees, heart pounding as he tried to catch his breath.
“Splinching can’t be that bad can it?” Ron asked as he finally straightened. He took Billie’s hand and felt himself squeezed into a tube that was too small for him. When their feet hit the pavement, the first thing he noticed was the pain from his ear. He reached up, wincing when his hands touched the tip of his ear, feeling a chunk missing. He laughed at the sight of the other two, also bloody and followed into the alleyway. He tucked his head, leaning over slightly so that Billie could apply some dittany to the hunk missing from his ear. He hissed softly as the place tingled, the magic bringing new growth to the spot. He lifted a hand and felt a notch where the piece was missing. “Well, if anything it’ll be a cool story,” he said flicking the ear.
“Where to, mate? You’re leading the way.”
“Sorry guys,” She murmured as she pulled the dittany from her pocket and splashed droplets onto everyones wounds, watching them heal. She winced in sympathy for Ron’s ear, because like him - her nails had been treated to much the same abuse. In fact, her thumb nail was missing entirely and was covered up with shiny skin. Fake nails just never did them justice. She did a final check on her mates before nodding assuredly, lips tilting up.
“Alright. Y’all’ll live.” She licked her lips, and lifted her leg to tuck her wand into her boot, sufficiently hiding it. Without waiting for the others, she trotted back out onto the street, gazing around to get her bearings. “I was a little off, but we’re in the same vacinity.” Billie lead them a ways down the sidewalk, around the bend of the street, and across the road to the convenient store that declared them open with a flickering sign (with a permanently off n, so she read it as o pe).
“Don’t walk out with anything until I pay for it, m’kay?” It was the only words she gave before wandering, or rather strutting, down an isle to get a load of chips. “Oi!” She jumped up to see over the rows of shelves of stuff. “What - kind - of - chips - do - yehs - want?” Each word was broken by a jump in order to see them.
(Source: billiecollinsisaschmucklepuff, via starkidroonil)
Fred laughed. “What we are smoking now is on the house.” He picked up the cake she was eying and tossed it to her. “One free sample. Enjoy. This is how I make money on the side love, you give out samples, you get repeat customers.” He picked up a lolly for himself and opened it. “Well thanks, but I can assure you doll I am not annoying. Insane perhaps, but that is what makes me a genius.”
“Oh. In that case - I do indeed fancy one. How strong’s the dosage?” She surveyed the treats again, a more predatory look in her eye. “And well - it’s a strange method but I suppose it does work. Regardless, I still find you annoying.”
