“Anyone around here a Slytherin? You know, who’s not going to take my drink?”
“I’ve got my own drinks to worry about, so here I am!”
(Source: hallie-ivy-corner)
Gonna go to the kitchens. I wonder if they have Ramen…
um, willow has heaps of potential… every charrie does or they wouldn’t exist… just saying
I just hate that someone would write that. Like, I didn’t even make the character haha. But I love Willow, we all need some sluts around to keep the normal people in check, don’t we?!
I would actually appreciate if someone wanted to let me know they didn’t like the character, but they could do it nicely, you know?
Bitch, we’re not writing a book here, it’s a fucking role play, if you don’t like this character, it is not my problem.
If this is one of our own RPers, I’m really fucking disappointed.
“Do you hate me or something?”
“That’s a bit of a strange thing to say.”
(Source: wisteria-exchange-rp)
Sneaking out | Open
Fuck, fuck, fuckity, fuck.
“Oooh, a feisty one.”
She could almost hear the smirk in the voice and Nat glared. “What the hell is wrong with you? Scaring girls in the middle of a forest?” She kept her grip on her wand tight. “People know we’re out here,” she bluffed. “And if you try anything,” she said, pausing. “You’ll be dead before you can even shout Expelliarmus.”
The man laughed. “What are you going to do? You’re still in school.”
Willow glared through the darkness, trying to find the source of the frightening voice. “Look mate, I don’t know what you’re doing, or why, but it would be much appreciated if you’d kindly fuck off.”
Sneaking out | Open
She urged her heart rate to calm, her breathing to even out and she felt her nerves slowly seep from her. Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck, she chanted before taking a step back. The origin of the voice still hadn’t revealed himself and Nat frowned again, wishing for nothing more than to be safe in the common room again, even arguing with Scorpius.
“You look scared, darling,” the voice was closer now. “Why are you so scared? What’s the matter, cat got your tongue?”
“Wouldn’t you be scared if you were a girl and a strange man with a deep voice that practically screams ‘I’m going to rape you!’ came out of the shadows? Hmm?” said Willow, only half regretting what she’d said after she said it.
Sneaking out | Open
“No,” Nat said, trying not to let the forest scare her, trying not the let herself scare her. “Come on, it’s just your imagination,” she asserted before taking her hand gently and leading her onwards. “Stop-” she broke off before coming to a complete stop.
“And what do we have here?” A voice called out, Nat’s breath beginning to pant out ruggedly. The voice was soft and low, predatory and her eyes widened.
Willow wasn’t the type to go exploring. She wasn’t the type to get herself into trouble. So, when she heard that low, gravelly voice, she stopped dead in her tracks, and knew that if she needed to run… she probably wouldn’t be able to.
“Out for a bit of a late night stroll, are we?” the voice purred from the blackness, slowly making its way closer.
Sneaking out | Open
“Scared, little girl?” Nat teased, her steps careful. “We’ll be there soon enough, don’t worry,” she added, her voice calmer. Subconsciously, she reached out an arm to help the girl when she began to slip on the rocks.
“Thanks,” she smiled as Nat stopped her falling once again. They had been walking for a while longer, when Willow stopped dead when she heard a noise behind them. She spun around and whispered, “Did you hear that?”
