Tiffany Lestrange
i'm not a fool, i just love that you're dead inside, i'm not a fool, i'm just lifeless too.
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Post by Tiffany Lestrange on Jul 11, 2013 4:16:04 GMT
"I completely agree. But I don't think it's a pureblood she cares about falling in love with." Tiffany lowered her voice a little, as if worried that her mother would just.. appear & call off the entire thing, deeming Ashley a complete disgrace.
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Ophelia Rookwood
You know what, forget it, I hope you get mauled by a centaur.
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Post by Ophelia Rookwood on Jul 11, 2013 4:35:22 GMT
Raising her brow a little, Phe nodded in defeat, it wasn't like there were purebloods just around every corner that you could choose one to fall for. "Touchè."
Sighing, the brunette scratched the back of her neck, deciding to move the conversation onto something else. "Anything planned for the rest of the day then?"
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Tiffany Lestrange
i'm not a fool, i just love that you're dead inside, i'm not a fool, i'm just lifeless too.
Posts: 869
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Post by Tiffany Lestrange on Jul 11, 2013 4:38:45 GMT
Tiff shook her head & glanced at the couple of quidditch jerseys hanging nearby, caked in mud, that no one had bothered to put away.
"Guess not. What are you doing? Now that the obligatory shopping is out of the way." she added, giving the bags on the floor another small glance before looking at Ophelia again.
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Ophelia Rookwood
You know what, forget it, I hope you get mauled by a centaur.
Posts: 143
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Post by Ophelia Rookwood on Jul 11, 2013 4:50:31 GMT
Glancing down at the bags, Phe paused before shrugging her shoulders, looking a little saddened before dropping her expression fully to unreadable. "Nothing, really. Might go grab some more coffee - I have work to do in the library, nothing of real interest." Yawning once more, Phe turned in her seat, sifting through the bags. "Suppose I should try these on too-" she shrugged, pulling a large box from a small bag that was charmed to fit it. "She still always asks me if we're back together every time I go in there." Phe sighed, rubbing at her forehead.
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Tiffany Lestrange
i'm not a fool, i just love that you're dead inside, i'm not a fool, i'm just lifeless too.
Posts: 869
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Post by Tiffany Lestrange on Jul 11, 2013 4:54:55 GMT
Tiff smirked a little.
"Maybe you need to find somewhere new to shop, then." she considered her own wardrobe for a quick minute - she hadn't owned anything new in ages. She used to like shopping with Esma, but she hadn't seen her cousin in months & even if she had, she probably wouldn't be bothered with a day out like that.
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Ophelia Rookwood
You know what, forget it, I hope you get mauled by a centaur.
Posts: 143
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Post by Ophelia Rookwood on Jul 11, 2013 5:10:30 GMT
"She's famous Tiffany, I'm not just going to abandon her making me one of a kind dresses because her nephew broke up with me." Shrugging, it seemed somewhat simple to Ophelia, Lily still cared about her, she made her feel like a member of her family when she felt outcasted by her own. "It's fine, besides, she knows exactly what I like, what suits me. What's a few questions once in a while?"
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Tiffany Lestrange
i'm not a fool, i just love that you're dead inside, i'm not a fool, i'm just lifeless too.
Posts: 869
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Post by Tiffany Lestrange on Jul 11, 2013 5:14:30 GMT
The corner of Tiffany's mouth twitched, like she was amused & trying to smile but couldn't remember how.
"I suppose that's fair enough. I'm not a fan of .. questions, is all." she had reason to be a little more edgy & shut-out than Ophelia, though, & they both knew that the 'questions' they were referring to were quite different.
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Ophelia Rookwood
You know what, forget it, I hope you get mauled by a centaur.
Posts: 143
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Post by Ophelia Rookwood on Jul 11, 2013 5:25:47 GMT
Using her left hand to reach and rub at her right shoulder, Phe thought about things for a moment, wondering if it was really worth torturing herself with Lily when she didn't really have to.
"That's true, but I also like keeping up appearances and you know I don't like wearing the same outfit twice." It was true, minus her uniform Phe was barely seen in the same outfits, minus her favourite pair of faded shorts. "Besides, she means it in good jest. At least someone still holds hope for us." Phe added in quietly before letting out a humourless laugh.
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Tiffany Lestrange
i'm not a fool, i just love that you're dead inside, i'm not a fool, i'm just lifeless too.
Posts: 869
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Post by Tiffany Lestrange on Jul 11, 2013 5:29:09 GMT
Tiff smirked & shook her head at her cousin's vanity. It reminded her achingly of her 'old self'.
"If she starts making anything knife-proof & blood-repellent, you let me know & get her to put it on hold." she smirked, her tone surprisingly light. That was the closest she'd come to making a joke (that wasn't at someone else's expense) in probably a month.
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Ophelia Rookwood
You know what, forget it, I hope you get mauled by a centaur.
Posts: 143
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Post by Ophelia Rookwood on Jul 11, 2013 5:41:53 GMT
Phe half smiled, head tilting. "She's a talented woman, if that's what you asked for I'm somewhat sure she'd come up with it. I mean, she has a spell for making clothes water and dirt repellent, what difference is a little blood?"
With that, Phe went to stand up so fast that she made herself a little light headed, stumbling and falling from her feet to the stone cold floor. She stayed for a moment before sitting in an upright position, rubbing at her wrist. "I was supposed to do that-" she said, somewhat quickly before forcing herself to laugh at herself, one hand reaching for the chair, the other for the coffee table to pick herself up.
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Tiffany Lestrange
i'm not a fool, i just love that you're dead inside, i'm not a fool, i'm just lifeless too.
Posts: 869
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Post by Tiffany Lestrange on Jul 11, 2013 5:48:22 GMT
Tiff shrunk back into her seat sharply when Ophelia fell, thinking that she was meaning to lunge at her. Realizing she'd only fallen, she snorted & barely had time to ask if she was alright before she had picked herself up.
"Are you.. are you alright?" she shook her head, trying not to smirk at her cousin's expense, though it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep a straight face.
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Ophelia Rookwood
You know what, forget it, I hope you get mauled by a centaur.
Posts: 143
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Post by Ophelia Rookwood on Jul 11, 2013 5:53:13 GMT
Phe exhaled heavily, sitting herself back down in the chair for a moment before reaching to rub at her shoulder again, trying to rid herself of some of the stiffness. She debated in her head whether or not to mention the mornings events to her older cousin, if anyone was going to just understand, it was Tiff, she knew how brutal Brent could get when he went off on one but rather decided against it, deciding that it didn't really matter regardless.
"I'm fine." Phe answered, much quieter than she'd intended to as she let her head rest back against the back of the chair for a moment, still feeling a little light headed. "Fine." She repeated as she moved to sit forward, suddenly feeling somewhat nauseous.
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Tiffany Lestrange
i'm not a fool, i just love that you're dead inside, i'm not a fool, i'm just lifeless too.
Posts: 869
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Post by Tiffany Lestrange on Jul 11, 2013 5:55:31 GMT
Frowning, Tiff grabbed someone's empty potions cauldron & slid it underneath of her cousin, just in case.
"Don't puke on your new shoes." was her only advice, catching the sort of green-look that the other brunette seemed to have, now.
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Ophelia Rookwood
You know what, forget it, I hope you get mauled by a centaur.
Posts: 143
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Post by Ophelia Rookwood on Jul 11, 2013 6:04:27 GMT
"I'm fine." Phe repeated, her gaze raising to glare at Tiff at her comment. "I'm not going to puke." She added, grimly. "I just-" shaking her head, she sighed heavily, her hand moving to rest her head in, her free hand tugging on her jumper sleeve so it didn't fall down her arm.
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Tiffany Lestrange
i'm not a fool, i just love that you're dead inside, i'm not a fool, i'm just lifeless too.
Posts: 869
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Post by Tiffany Lestrange on Jul 11, 2013 6:09:08 GMT
"Stay." she said sharply, practically commanding her like a dog. She'd dealt with a sick Esma on many occasions, but not in the same circumstances. Standing up, she vanished into the girl's dorms, down the hall to the seventh year room & began rooting through her case.
Returning with a large skinny bottle, she uncorked it & handed it over to the younger girl. "Drink." she paused, adding, "Now."
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