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_{@sneypa 　.｡.:*☆   starter call}

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_{grace and tact, she reminds herself. take the bog from her mouth and drown the witch, until posh is the only discernible word in the translation from brain to lips. she used to speak so beautifully, a g over high c. now, she reminds herself, not so much.} 

_{❝   i’ve met bugs who’s good opinion i care for more than yours. if you’d like for me to stop crying then i suggest you re-evaluate how many times you’ve died, i think you’d carry on just as much.   ❞}

AN OLD, HEAVY BOOK LAY OPEN   _{on crossed legs, the words written on it in black ink were so small it seemed like a trail of ants stationed on the yellow pages.  with a disheveled shirt & a loose green-and-silver tie, severus stared up at her through a curtain of locks dark as the wings of a raven.  anger barely touched his gaze ;   instead, it was heavy with exhaustion.   exam weeks were always that way, & just when he started to think he’d found a place away from all the noise, the agitated whispering & fast walking of the castle, the moaning came.}

                                    _{‘ when i die, i intend to never see living people again & certainly not to spend the rest of eternity in a school bathroom.’}