but i still have my moments! m/e

[Taylor]

she lives in a fairytale,
somewhere too far for us to find,
SO ONE DAY HE FOUND HER CRYING COILED UP ON THE DIRTY GROUND
^{her prince finally came to save her}

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Francesca was pissed. No. She was beyond pissed. Francesca kicked the bed harshly, shrieking madly. Ignoring the pain, she rolled her eyes and looked around. Noah was a bastard. Stupid freaking man-whore. Shaking her head, she shook her head, Francesca really needed to stop thinking about him. Running a hand through her messy, curly hair, she looked down at her clothes. Ew. Ugly blue plaid pajamas.

Walking over to her wardrobe, she pulled out some skinny jeans, a loose tee shirt, and some old, dirty shoes. Getting changed into those quickly, throwing her pajamas on the floor, she looked at the old clock on the wall. It was only six thirty in the afternoon, so she figured she would probably go to dinner now. A smile came to her lips, remembering as the Ravenclaw table was the farthest away from the Slytherin's, well, that worked pretty well for her.

Grabbing her wand, she murmured a spell that quickly applied casual make up. Shoving her wand in her back pocket, Francesca quickly ran out the door, stomach growling as she did. Spending your whole day in your dorm wasn't very healthy for you, even worse when you didn't eat anything in two whole days. She was pretty exhausted, causing her to slow down to a walk in the corridors.

outfit idk
words; i dunno
notes; nope
tagged; katelyn, haine, ....?
credit; template: say what kenna!? @ caution. banner:

[Haine]

It really didn't make any sense.
All Noah had done was comment on one miniscule thing of little meaning whatsoever, and he was in serious shit. It didn't matter at all that this thing had happened roughly just over a year ago, or that Francesca had been with Connor then. Oh no. That wasn't a good enough excuse for the hypocrite. Nothing was.
Noah wasn't sure what was going on, yet lately he couldn't seem to do anything to keep her happy, or at least stay on her good side; or any side that didn't evolve the girl metaphorically eating him, for that matter. No matter how much thought Noah put into it, he just couldn't figure out for the life of him what the hell could have started all this. So he stayed in the dungeons and brooded.

Of course, since gossip spread like bloody wildfire in the school of witchcraft and wizardry, pretty much everyone knew better than he did what happened. Which was exceptionally freaky, not to mention frustrating. This was just a perfect excuse for some sympathy from his peers, as Noah was met with 'I told you so's and 'You're better off without her's whenever he was near his fellow Slytherins.

And then there was Mulciber.

Mulciber didn't bother with the usual crap everyone else had been forcing down Noah's throat, and instead tried to give some 'advice'. This was exceptionally dangerous territory, as most people had attempted to avoid advice from Mulciber (or was that just Severus and him?) ever since what happened with that McDonald girl; they could certainly tell that was a fiasco in the making. Yet did the idiot listen? Noooo.
"What you need to do is make her jealous," he explained at lunch today to a bored Noah, "you know, let her see you with another girl. Noah opened his mouth, prepared to laugh at and criticise the latest 'genius idea', yet paused. That idea didn't actually sound so stupid. In actual fact, it was probably one of the smartest things he'd ever heard come out of Mulciber's mouth. He then beckoned for Mulciber to continue. "How about someone she really hates?"

Noah thought about this, trying to think of who Francesca hated the most. Ah! That McKinnon girl. Mar-something. Maria. Marcia. Marceline. MARLENE. That was it. Noah didn't really like the Gryffindor himself, having ended up the victim of a few of her childish pranks before, yet she was perfect for what he was planning.

With Mulciber's words and his plan buzzing in his mind, Noah set off down the corridors to carry out his scheme.

tagged // Taylor, Katelyn, Mel?
word count // 437
music // I could get used to this, the Veronicas
notes // Gidi'll come in to it later. :]
lyrics // stiff kittens by blaqk audio
credits // oh, FORGET me not // @ Caution 2.0 <3