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Héloise & Chloé
「 Héloise Malfoy 」Slytherin Alumni | Intelligent in Tech
23 y/o
Witch
Wizco
Dating
Studying for OWLs that were sooner than later at this point had tipped Heloise over the edge of trying to remain chill as of recently. It's not like she knew what would be on the hard exams, because she did. If it was multiple choice questions on how well the students knew of the spell, their etymology, what it does, etc, oh, Heloise would pass with flying colors. She certainly was not as afraid of her OWLs for Potions compared to the rest. It was because she didn't know how to cast a spell correctly for the life of her. No. Scratch that. It was because no matter how correctly she pronounced the incantation of the spell and made the perfect wand movements, her magic hated to come out. She wanted to come so easily, pouring through her like a waterfall, but it didn't. It was the reason she failed; because she was too steps above from being a squib. Merlin, at least she wasn't a squib. She'd be left on the streets before either of her parents raised a squib child. Ugh, and just the thought of Heloise's parents made the Malfoy even more anxious and stressed. Heloise didn't know if parents were supposed to make their children all nervous at the thought of them, but Heloise's did. Well, when it came to the senses of them witnessing her failure in magic, in her exams, and as a student. What even will she do when graduating and trying to find a job? She wouldn't find one. She'd be picked over the wizard or witch who can actually do magic each and every time. Even though Heloise liked to think of the future, the idea of searching for a good career made her too nervous to think about and so she usually didn't. She finally got fed up with it all when studying late afternoon one Saturday, and she couldn't concentrate a bit without a voice in the back of her head telling her she'd not pass no matter how much she studied. And, despite her dorm room being a quiet place especially since the Edison was gone, she needed to get out of the castle. She didn't want to be at home either, so it was a room in The Three Broomsticks she went to alone. Oh, well, she tried to go alone. Only for her to run into the one and only Chloé Dubois for the gazillionth time this year who offered to come tag along. Guess Heloise could of said no. She didn't. So here the two now were, Heloise sitting on top the bed, trying to figure out in her head how this ended up to be.
Message Me • 08:44, March 16, 2019 (UTC)
「 Chloé Dubois 」Gryffindor Alum • Little Investigator • Patrol Officer
It might have been inappropriate to tag along to a rented room with the Malfoy. If anyone found out, rumours would be rampant and by the next day even, people would think something happened. Chloe doubted anything would happen (though...she might not be against the idea) but she knew what people would think. Maybe because she would be guilty of thinking that of someone else herself. Oops. With Thea officially gone, Chloe was at a loss. What an odd event in her life. Find out you had a sister and then whoops she's gone. Chloe knew she'd probably never see Thea again and doubted either of them would ever contact one another. Amelia might, but not Chloe. Chloe was still iffy with how she felt towards Thea. Still jealous, she guessed, but Chloe had put most of it behind her by now. Sitting on the floor with her back to the wall, she was facing Heloise, her camera in her hands. Her old one broke. Chloe was expecting it but...it had finally happened. Much too her annoyance. It was of sentimental value and...it broke. Fuck her in the ass, honestly. But it was the excuse she needed to buy a new one and so there she was, with an expensive but good camera in her hands. "Smile," she said as Chloe snapped a photo of Heloise. Her camera roll was full of her twin sister and Tetyana, with some landscape as well, "you know when you invited me here, I thought you were throwing a party or something. Or are we doing an annual mopefest?" Chloe was unaware of Heloise's stress and she didn't really think she was throwing a secret party–she knew it'd just be the two of them (a good thing, really). Chloe should have snuck in some alcohol. Chloe didn't like sitting in silence, she got bored easily–sue her.
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「 Héloise Malfoy 」Slytherin Alumni | Intelligent in Tech
23 y/o
Witch
Wizco
Dating
Heloise wasn't oblivious to any rumours that could spread if the Malfoy were to be caught staying in a room alone with Chloe. She wasn't oblivious to the fact of what people would think. Heloise didn't really care at the moment. She'd just make sure to be sneaky and not have anyone find out. Plus, it's not like anything was going to happen. Certainly not. Did Heloise want something to happen? She chose she'd rather not answer that question. Chloe's quick word to tell Heloise to smile takes the Malfoy by surprise, only to look up confused and to hear the click of a camera. She almost laughs at the mention of thinking this would be a party. Heloise doesn't even like parties all too much, and certainly doesn't throw them. "I'd like to think I'm not that depressing and this is just a mopefest." This totally was just a mopefest. Though, in Heloise's defense, she had planned to mope in the privacy of her own room with no one around. Now Chloe was here and she didn't know how to keep the other entertained. What should they even talk about? Not school. Heloise wanted to talk about anything but school. "Do you sometimes miss France and Beauxbatons?" The question is unexpected, even for Heloise, when being said. Honestly, she didn't know why that's what she asked of all things. Maybe because the idea of running off to France amused Heloise. Leaving OWLs, Hogwarts, fellow students, and her family all behind. Sounded nice at the moment.
Message Me • 09:03, March 17, 2019 (UTC)
「 Chloé Dubois 」Gryffindor Alum • Little Investigator • Patrol Officer
"Oh, you're only a little bit depressing," she said with a grin, "not that bad, trust me." The grin said one thing: that she was lightly making fun of Heloise. Chloe was that type of person who really just bullied the people she likes in a way to show her affection. However, the next question caught her off guard and she froze, the grin melting off her face. After a second she shrugged, her eyes turning downcast to fiddle with all the buttons and knobs on the camera. "Not really," she confessed. "It...it was a gorgeous place, gorgeous school. Much better than Hogwarts, trust me. But I don't miss it. Not at all."
Message Me • 09:21, March 17, 2019 (UTC)
「 Héloise Malfoy 」Slytherin Alumni | Intelligent in Tech
23 y/o
Witch
Wizco
Dating
"That's reassuring," she jokes back, smirking at Chloe's tease. Though, not oblivious to Chloe's quick change in mood at her second question, her grin quickly drops as well. "Why not then?" she asks, without thinking. So stupidly and without thought. Clearly it wasn't because she liked Hogwarts better, since she just out-right admitted for it not to be that way. Heloise can't even remember the twins talking all that much about Beauxbatons, and surely why they came to England. Oh well. Guess she could try and take back the question, but then that'd probably be even worse. Plus, she was probably just over-thinking. Couldn't be that bad.
Message Me • 04:47, March 19, 2019 (UTC)
「 Chloé Dubois 」Gryffindor Alum • Little Investigator • Patrol Officer
Chloe was silent for a moment, caught off guard, before shrugging. Don't seem uncomfortable. Don't raise suspicion. "Father was an ass," she said, simply and vaguely, with a small, relaxed, smile, trying to ignore how fast her heart was racing. Her fingers, which had wrapped around the lense, began to speed up, twisting it back and forth.
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「 Héloise Malfoy 」Slytherin Alumni | Intelligent in Tech
23 y/o
Witch
Wizco
Dating
Okay, Chloe's dad wasn't a topic to bring up in the future by the signs of it, watching as the other seemed uncomfortable enough. Heloise noted that in her head quickly. The response from the other was vague, but she was honestly glad it was just four words. Depending on the person, someone else may have just spilled a terrible child experience or life story and Heloise... well, she wouldn't know how to handle that. She can handle a few four words. "Oh. Eh, a lot of them are," she decides to respond with something more jokingly, hoping to lighten up the room a bit.
Message Me • 04:24, March 21, 2019 (UTC)
「 Chloé Dubois 」Gryffindor Alum • Little Investigator • Patrol Officer
Chloe opens her mouth to respond not like mine is but she caught herself just in the nick of time. It bothered her when people complained about their fathers for trivial things. "I guess," she said instead, pressing back into the wall, and took another picture of Heloise to try and change the topic. Take her mind off it. Her heart was beating, thuddering, and her breathes were struggling to pass through her throat. Calm down. She just asked a normal question and you react like this? Get ahold of yourself.
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「 Héloise Malfoy 」Slytherin Alumni | Intelligent in Tech
23 y/o
Witch
Wizco
Dating
Heloise was just digging herself into a hole deeper and deeper, realizing that her comment didn't help. Of all people she had upset, Chloe was one of the few she really didn't want to upset. "You really need to give me a warning before taking a picture next time," she says, surprised yet again by an unexpected click. Her comment was a good way to move on, and Heloise could back the hell out of this grave she's buried for herself, but watching Chloe so upset... She couldn't. Not for being nosy, but because she wanted to help the other. Sort of. Heloise didn't know. All her feelings were weird and she didn't exactly understand them all. Yet, the Malfoy, even if he isn't as bad as some, knew at least a bit on crappy fathers. Someone she felt embarrassed mentioning to others a lot of the time. "Hey, I'm here if you want to talk about it. Him. Or not, too. I just know that sometimes speaking to someone about things helps—" When Heloise spoke to someone, which was rare, but also irrelevant for the moment "—but it's different for everyone. You at least don't have to worry about me judging. Mines a racist, blood supremacist, sexist, homophobic dick."
Message Me • 06:56, March 25, 2019 (UTC)
「 Chloé Dubois 」Gryffindor Alum • Little Investigator • Patrol Officer
"Yeah, and mine's a paedophile," she mumbled as she stared down at the camera. Chloe was competitive, she always was and always will be. Just had that need to...one up someone, she guessed. "At least you don't have to worry about your dad doing anything whilst you slept." Maybe that was a bit dramatic but...Chloe did feel that whenever they were home in summer, a few weeks after she found out. It did cross her mind that he might have kept on going, did it when they were asleep. But Chloe didn't know and she didn't want to dwell on it.
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「 Héloise Malfoy 」Slytherin Alumni | Intelligent in Tech
23 y/o
Witch
Wizco
Dating
It takes a moment for Heloise to register the words, eyes widening in shock when doing so. She can honestly feel her stomach turn at the next words because, no matter how much Heloise could complain of her father, at least she never felt the way Chloe did. Scared to sleep at night. Scared to sleep at night because it was possible that her father would... you know. "Shit, Chloe, I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry," she apologizes, because that's honestly all Heloise knows what to do at this point. What to say to that? Feelings were difficult. Way too difficult. Reminder to never become a therapist after graduating. "That's terrible. He's, um, locked up right? In jail?"
Message Me • 06:45, March 26, 2019 (UTC)
「 Chloé Dubois 」Gryffindor Alum • Little Investigator • Patrol Officer
Chloe regarded Heloise as she processed what she said with a cool expression. Not indifference but...wariness. Nervous. It just hit her that Chloe had just spilled her secret. The one she was so scared about getting out and look at what she did. In two seconds, someone knew. Her stupid need to compete fucked her over. "Don't apologise, I don't need an apology or anything like that," she said with a shrug. "He was. Yeah. For like, six months. He got out about a year ago. Not that he came looking for any of us. I don't think he even knows we're in England."
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「 Héloise Malfoy 」Slytherin Alumni | Intelligent in Tech
23 y/o
Witch
Wizco
Dating
"Only six months?" she repeats, surprised at such a short sentence. Heloise wasn't sure what the man had done, but any sort of form of pedophilia deserved more than six months in Heloise's opinion. Yet, what did she know? Just thinking of it all made her sick, which is nothing compared to what she assumed Chloe felt when thinking of him. "That's terrible and you and your sister don't deserve any of that. Um... Well, I know I can't really do much to help, but at least know I'm always here for you. If you want to talk or whatever."
Message Me • 05:59, March 29, 2019 (UTC)
「 Chloé Dubois 」Gryffindor Alum • Little Investigator • Patrol Officer
"You can't tell Amelia–or anyone," Chloe cut in, her voice with an edge to it. "She doesn't know. She can't know. Got it?" Chloe narrowed her eyes over at Heloise. God, she'd be furious if Heloise told Amelia. Absolutely furious.
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「 Héloise Malfoy 」Slytherin Alumni | Intelligent in Tech
23 y/o
Witch
Wizco
Dating
"Amelia doesn't know?" Surely she'd have to know some, if Chloe was saying he was in jail for some time. As well as the fact it seemed like a big part of their move was because of him. Yet, now Chloe was making it seem like she knew something the other twin didn't. Heloise was curious, surely, but she wouldn't push it. She'd just not mention it to Amelia at all. That would be easy enough. The two weren't close. Piper was, but Heloise mostly preferred Chloe's company than her twin. "But, yes, of course I won't. I promise."
Message Me • 02:09, April 3, 2019 (UTC)
Felix and Daegu
「 Felix Yaxley 」Ravenclaw Alumni
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Daegu shifts, his eyes flickering open as he yawns. He twists around and looks up at Felix. "I dunno, am I?" he muttered. He manages to keep his eyes open for a few seconds before yawning again. He sits up, exposing his toned torso. "Know the time?" he sighs, scratching the backof his head.
06:23, December 31, 2018 (UTC)
「 Felix Yaxley 」Ravenclaw Alumni
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"You keep calling me that and I might have to fuck you up again, and then fuck you right after," he said, smirking. He's feeling somewhat sore. Less from the sex and more from the fight but it hurts either way. He turns to look at Felix, admiring his pretty face. "Or if you want we could skip to the fucking part."
04:47, January 2, 2019 (UTC)
「 Felix Yaxley 」Ravenclaw Alumni
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"You're lucky you're as hot as you are stupid," he retorted, thought the insult was empty. He didn't waste time going back down on Felix, kissing his neck and leaving new marks.
04:25, January 3, 2019 (UTC)
「 Felix Yaxley 」Ravenclaw Alumni
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Daegu chuckled against Felix's skin at the comment, his head dipping lower as he started kissing Felix's collar. They were going to have to get up soon to catch the train but there surely there was enough time to get one more round in. He gasped slightly at the tug and retaliated teasingly, pinching skin with his teeth.
01:01, January 4, 2019 (UTC)