𝗵𝗼𝗴𝘄𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝗼𝗳
𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗰𝗿𝗮𝗳𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘇𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗿𝘆
𝟯:𝟯𝟬 𝗽𝗺

"PAY ATTENTION, IDIOT!"

Darlyn Winters hollered across the quidditch pitch to a distracted James Potter, who was currently occupied by his laughing fit. Angela Ambrosia nearly slipping off her broom while trying to hold her beaters bat in one hand (trying to look as fierce and intimidating as she can, of course) caught the eye of James, causing him to burst out in laughter. Darlyn is quite the competitive one, and she won't settle for someone being distracted- especially if it lowers her chances of winning.

it was a saturday afternoon, the late-summer warmth just on the verge of turning to fall. The sun sat stubbornly in the middle of the sky, it's brilliant rays wrapping the students in warmth as they played their friendly quidditch game- well, as friendly as a match can get between a group of twenty-four seventh years that hardly all get along in the first place. The quidditch pitch was completely open for the day, and the Marauders (well, mainly James and Sirius) insisted they claimed the field and put on a small game of their own.

"SORRY" The boy yelled back, stifling his laughter and bringing his focus back on scanning the field in search of that small glisten of gold to catch his eye.

Darlyn rolled her eyes at the boy and also moved her concentration to the rest of the game, narrowing her eyes as she watched a few Slytherins make their way speedily towards her, passing the quaffle back and forth.

"Oi, Greyjoy!" Rabastan Lestrange yelled, positioning his arm to pass the quaffle to the redhead.

Edie Greyjoy snapped her head to the side to look at Rabastan and signaled for him to pass the ball by putting her arm up. Rabastan zipped past Ramone Callan - one of his opposing chasers that came directly at him - and quickly passed the quaffle to Edie (leaving Ramone in great frustration.) The sphered object flew straight towards the Slytherin girl and landed in her left hand, but it nearly slipped from her grasp as she moved her arm to get a better grip on it.

"Careful there, wouldn't want the quaffle to be dropped now would we?" Barty Crouch Jr snickered as he flew past his fellow chaser. Edie let out a heavy aggravated breath and leaned forward, accelerating herself to catch up to the boy. In most occasions, the breeze blowing past her and the adrenaline rush sensation would excite the girl, but the irritation she felt was far too distracting to enjoy those feelings.

"That's right, we wouldn't. That's why Lestrange passed it to me and not you." Edie retaliated. She flew away from him just before he had time to say any comment in return, only leaving the boy with his mouth hanging open slightly and his eyes narrowing by the second.

Edie flew closer and closer to the goal posts, a smile creeping up on her face as she spotted her clear shot; Darlyn levitated in the middle of all three posts, yet slightly further to the left - leaving an open path for Edie to shoot. (Of course, if the Gryffindor was aware of this she would close that straight away). Edie held the quaffle up and began aiming it at the bottom right goal; her arm proceeded backward to give it the acceleration needed. Just as the quaffle left Edie's fingertips, Gideon Prewett flew straight up in front of her, catching the Slytherin off guard and causing her throw to go haywire; the ball went nowhere close to the goal posts and went spiraling downwards.

Ramone Callan caught the quaffle as it came tumbling down and shot a thumbs up to Gideon before she took off towards the opposite end of the field, grinning to herself.

"Damn it, Gideon!" Calia Delgado huffed aggressively from the quidditch stands, placing a single hand to her scalp and gripping her hair out of frustration. "That bastard just cost us a goal- actually, I doubt Greyjoy would've made it anyways." She added, letting out a half-suppressed laugh.

"No, she would have made it!" Vivi Hayward added, sitting up straight and removing her hand from her forehead that previously rested there from a facepalm.

Calia Delgado is not the nicest, to say the least; her wealthy upbringing causing her to act like a rich and spoiled brat isn't exactly appealing to others, nor is her combative and manipulative mannerisms. She isn't the type of girl to play fair, but rather do whatever it takes to get her way without a care about who gets hurt in the process. Vivi Hayward, on the other hand, is pretty much her polar opposite. She's a jokester, the life of the party, etc. Her good energy is contagious and she is constantly making people around her smile. Vivi's positive outlook on things and bubbly attitude definitely contrasts from Calia's cold bitch facade, but somehow both the Hufflepuff and Slytherin moved past their differences and were quickly able to break the ice and become friends.

"Vi, she hasn't made a goal this entire game. Rabastan and Barty are carrying the game at this point." Calia pointed out, cocking an eyebrow at the red-headed hufflepuff.

"Its okay, it was just one goal!" Shayla Jones piped up from the other side of Vivi, leaning forward to see past her friend with a timid smile resting on her lips that was trying to disguise the glimmer of intimidation in her big brown eyes.

Shayla Jones is a sweet and endearing Gryffindor who is quite the chatterbox amongst her friends. her bubblegum pink hair accentuates her persona perfectly; she's a playful girl who's always giddy happy and has a love for mischief and fun. The bubbly girl may be gullible, but what she lacks in street smarts she makes up in academics; she's incredibly smart and is always getting high marks in her classes.

"Easy for u to say; Gryffindor is up by nearly 50 points." Calia returned with a deadpanned expression. Shayla withdrew and leaned back to how she was previously sitting, sighing slightly but trying to shake off the comment. Shayla is not the type to approach and start conversations, but she does try and make an effort. Taking small things to heart isn't that uncommon for the girl, so it isn't a shocker that Calia and the happy-go-lucky Gryffindor aren't the best of friends. It's not that Shayla dislikes her, of course, but more that she's highly intimidated by the Slytherin girl. Calia's "mean girl" reputation isn't exactly appealing to Shayla, but she is willing and determined to be as kind to her as possible. Their mutual friendship with Vivi should make it easier for them to become friends- at least that's what Shayla likes to believe.

"What are you doing." Elizabeth Grant stated - yes, not questioned, but bluntly voiced. She had stood up from her spot next to Gilderoy Lockhart (whom at the moment was fiercely eyeing a bird that flew above him with his hands on his shoulders to protect his velvet robes the best he could, making sure the creature wouldn't fly directly above him) and made her way over to Lucas Marcus, her fellow Ravenclaw.

Lucas sat with slips of parchment and a large book wide open across his lap, his hand holding a peacock feather quill that he moved rapidly across the parchment. Without looking up, he stopped writing and dropped his quill down on the dusty pages of his book. Lucas moved his gaze upwards to meet Elizabeth's eyes and gave her a blank expression, "Homework."

Elizabeth dramatically cocked her head to the side and moved her hands in a shooing manner, motioning to Lily Evans to move over so she could take a seat. She plopped down in between the two and crossed her legs before putting her right hand on Lucas's shoulder. "Why don't you have fun and actually watch the game, yeah?"

"No," Lucas said with a frown, "I'm good."

"Why not?"

Lucas let out a short sigh "I already told everyone this is a stupid idea and someone's going to hurt; we're all alone out here and there's no staff nearby- besides, half the people out there don't even play quidditch for the school or know what they're doing."

Lucas has always been the uptight one and the one to talk his friends out of trouble- even if it's unsuccessful most of the time. He likes to believe that when things are crazy, something will always go wrong. He's highly intelligent and is definitely the guy to cheat off of or go to when you need an answer because he'll most likely know it. Elizabeth is also just as intelligent, but her ego is even higher than her IQ. She's surely the opposite of uptight and is always down to break the rules and participate in some sort of reckless activity. Her manipulative skills are on point and it's scary how she can nearly get away with anything she pleases. She does have a reputation at Hogwarts, not only for her confidence but for her tendencies to play around with guys. Lucas and Elizabeth are quite different, the only real similarity being their intellect and academic smarts. 

"You are too uptight for your own good." Elizabeth sighs in defeat; they've had this type of conversation many times and it always resulted in the stubborn boy not giving in. She can't help but wonder if she annoys him all the time, but she honestly couldn't care either way. At the moment, she was not wanting to get into an argument- unlike the people participating in the quidditch match.

"At least I can make a bloody goal!" Barty Crouch retorted to a baffled Edie as he flew up beside her with an expression of pure annoyance etched across his face.

"If it wasn't for that git," the girl said while pointing to Gideon, "then it would have gone in." She growled, refusing to look the boy in the eye. Despite being in the same house, these two have always had a bit of a shaky friendship. With their constant back and forth sarcastic remarks, they never really got the chance to bond over the hatred of their fathers - which they easily could have.

"Shove off, Barty. You'd do the same thing if someone popped up in front of you." Azalea Rosier flew up to the pair, her eyes lingering across the field and keeping watch of the game as she spoke to them.

Barty crossed his arms - but quickly grasped his broom after nearly losing his balance - and returned, "Would not!"

Azalea peeled her eyes off of the game and looked the boy dead in the eyes, raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow as an amused smirk discreetly spread across her face.

A whistling noise sounded from behind the three Slytherins, the sound gradually becoming louder and the students becoming skeptical. Azalea whipped her head around - as did the other two - and immediately took her beaters bat and held it up towards the bludger that was rapidly flying towards them. A loud screech escaped Barty's mouth before he dropped down and hovered closer towards the ground to escape the object. Azalea swung her bat at the bludger and sent it across the pitch - specifically in the direction of Fabian Prewett who currently had possession of the quaffle and was far too close to the Slytherin goal for her liking.

Azalea looked down below her and Edie to spot Barty slowly rising to meet their level, his eyes glued on the bludger Azalea had just saved them from. When he finally reached the two girls, he made eye contact with them both while a blank expression took over his features. "What?" He questioned, seeing the girls both blink at him.

"You're quite the brave one." Azalea said flatly, trying to mask her amusement behind her stifled smirk. Edie snickered behind the hand she had placed to her mouth to hide her laughter.

Barty looked between them as his face tensed up and his posture straightened up defensively, "You know what," He started, only to get interrupted by not only Edie and Azalea's full on laughter, but a distant "I GOT IT, I GOT IT !!!"

Angela Ambrosia approached the bludger with her beaters bat at the ready, leaning forward to position herself just right. Unfortunately, the platinum blonde put her weight too far forward, causing her to lose her balance. Angela's bat slipped from her hands as she tumbled ahead and gripped the edge of the broomstick as tight as she could. Her stomach dropped as she flipped forward, but she held on to the broom handle to keep herself from falling. She was now dangling from the broom that had its end sticking straight up.

The bludger was still hastily flying in Angela's direction, and it was coming way too close for her comfort. She kicked her dangling legs and tried to pull herself up, but she only sunk lower, the bludger now at head-level. The whistling noise grew louder and the Gryffindor girl looked to her left with widened eyes. She was frozen in fear, and all she could manage to do was tightly squeeze her eyes shut to prepare herself for any impact. The last thing Angela could remember was a loud bang before her hearing was blocked out.

Her grip came loose from the end of the broom, and she came plummeting towards the ground at a quickened speed. If everyone's attention wasn't on her before, it certainly was now. Remus Lupin stood up alongside many others next to him in the quidditch stands and pulled out his wand, pointing it at Angela as she fell and muttered, "Arresto Momentum." Just before she hit the ground, her fall came to an abrupt stop and she hovered for a few moments. Then, she dropped down those few extra inches and laid there sprawled across the floor.

All her teammates flew down to Angela while the rest of the group on the stands made their way over to the passed out Gryffindor. "Oh no, is she okay?!" Shayla questioned in a worried tone as she approached and joined the rest of the students crowding around. No one answered, yet everyone continued to stare down at Angela, unsure of what to do.

"Is she dead?" Calia spoke up, breaking the silence with her disturbed tone. Lots of "no's" echoed throughout the group; some people answering to reassure and convince themselves, while others knew she wasn't dead because shes been in worse situations than this.

James Potter turned to Azalea Rosier with a light glare across his face, "You aimed at her on purpose." He claimed.

Azalea scoffed and raised her eyebrows, "No I didn't. I was aiming for Fabian because he had the Quaffle- and i'm not sure if you know, but that's what beaters do. They hit bludgers at people."

James simply rolled his eyes at the sarcastic remark but didn't give up. "I know what beaters do, Rosier. and, yes, you did aim at her."

"No I didn't."

"Yes you did."

Overhearing their petty argument, Lucas Marcus let out a sigh and rolled his eyes; mostly about the whole situation they were in, the side arguments just adding on to the chaos. "I told you guys we shouldn't have done this..." He muttered.

"Oh, shut up." Calia retorted to the boy, giving him a rather annoyed look.

"Um," Evan Rosier said, breaking up the side conversations. "Do we do something..?" He looked down upon Angela - who was still out cold - and kicked her leg a bit as if he was attempting to try and wake her up.

"Yes we do something." Sirius Black returned in an obvious tone. His expression morphed into a slightly confused one as he looked around the group in search of an answer.

Peter Pettigrew seemed to have the same unspoken question as his friend did, so he timidly asked, "What do we do?"

Gilderoy Lockhart made his way over to the front of the group and stood next to Angela, dramatically flipping his turquoise velvet robes out of the way as he walked. The Ravenclaw pulled his wand out and kneeled down, "I know just the spell. I got th-"

"NO!" most of the group exclaimed in union. Elizabeth pulled him up and away from Angela by his arm and he went stumbling backward, his hands immediately flying up to his hair. He ran his hands through his hair quickly and then smoothed out his robes while Edie rolled her eyes at his reaction.

A gust of wind blew by as Gemma Bliss flew down to join the group, a small golden sphere held in her left hand. The Slytherin placed her broomstick on the floor and stepped over it, her dirty blonde hair almost glowing in the bright rays of the sun as she walked over to the rest of the group with the snitch in her hands.

James squinted at Gemma as he spotted her coming towards him, yet widened his eyes and crossed his arms as his gaze met the golden snitch that she had possession of. "That doesn't count."

"Um, I think it does" Gemma countered, waving the snitch in the boys face mockingly. Barty Crouch Jr - who stood next to her - snickered a bit and gave the girl a high five, earning a smirk from Gemma.

"We're taking a break because Angela's nearly killed herself again!" James declared, aggressively motioning to the Gryffindor sprawled across the floor.

Ah, Angela Chanel Ambrosia. She's a girl that is completely oblivious to her volume problem (among other things) and is always laughing, yelling, etc- she just doesn't shut up. She is a very touchy person, and you probably couldn't make it through a conversation with her without getting a big bear hug or at least a playful punch in the shoulder. She's most definitely a social butterfly who wouldn't miss a chance to greet someone in the halls or give a compliment out. The Gryffindor is the person to go to for boy advice because she just adores playing matchmaker and will not hesitate to set her friends up. She contains so much energy and is always bouncing off the walls and she always looks for the silver linings in things (maybe its because she's just oblivious to the negative side of things...) Angela has gotten herself in many dangerous situations by trying to prove that she is stronger and braver then she seems - because for one, shes 5'2 and she's quite ditsy - so this isn't the first time shes fallen off her broom in the middle of a game.

"No one specifically said there was a break, they just came over here." Gemma pointed out, "I saw the snitch, I grabbed it. Slytherin wins!"

Gemma Bliss. You could say she's one of the most feared people at hogwarts; she's fascinated by dark magic and is super closed off, only tending to show her emotions when they consist of hate and anger. She is, however, secretly a very emotional person underneath her cold demeanor. She loves very deeply and would do anything for her close friends, but that comes hand in hand with how she also hates very deeply. Most people just see her as a rude girl with anger issues (and drowning Lucinda Talkalot's pet in the black lake after the girl made a joke about Gemma not having any parents is certainly an example to support their claims) but she does have kindness to her, she just has a weird way of showing her emotions.

"No they don't win." Ramone Callan retorts, putting a hand on her cocked hip as she glared at the Slytherin.

"Its not my fault you lost a player. Lets be honest, shes not much use anyway." Gemma responded. She raised an eyebrow and stifled a few laughs as she snuck a glance at the passed out Gryffindor. Ramone rolled her eyes in a huff but didn't relax her glare.

"MY HEAD HURTS." A voice yelled before anyone could counter Gemma. Angela Ambrosia still laid flat on the floor, but her eyes were wide open. Her shriek undoubtedly startled many others around her, yet also relieved some people that she was finally conscious

"And she's back." Regulus black pointed out as he flinched from her sudden yell, an amused smirk discreetly planted across his lips.

"WHAT HAPPENED?" Angela exclaimed, trying to lift her head to look at her friends. She bent her arms and tried to bring herself upright, only resulting in a wave of pain to rush through her head. "Ow." She plopped back down flat on the ground and let out a short sigh.

Remus Lupin came over to her side and kneeled down, "You tried to hit the bludger but you fell so it hit you instead..." He explained, cringing slightly. Sirius and James' laughter was audible from above them, causing Angela's face to scrunch up.

"Excuse me, don't laugh at me." Angela called out, raising her arm and pointing her index finger in the direction she heard their voices. She tried suppressing a smile of her own; laughter is very contagious to Angela - especially when its the marauders laughing - and she does have a hard time laughing in situations she shouldn't be.

"Can't we at least finish the game now that she's awake?" Darlyn questioned eagerly, earning a nod from Ramone who stood to her right.

"She can't even move how are we supposed to play with her." Fabian Prewett deadpanned. Darlyn rolled her eyes and threw her arms up in frustration, but before she could respond with any comment, Remus made his way over to the girl to calm her down.

"Um, I can move." Angela piped up. Again, she tried lifting herself up and out of her position, but flung her hand up to her forehead as the rushing pain went through her head once more. Vivi and Shayla rushed to either side of her and helped her sit up and offered their support so she didn't fall over again. "See, i'm fine." Angela claimed, forcing a grin on to her face.

"She's obviously not." Calia stated with an obvious roll of her eyes.

"She would be if you all just let me do the simple spell." Gilderoy Lockart muttered with his arms crossed and his eyes directed towards the ground.

"SHUT UP!!" voices echoed in union, sets of eyes glaring at Gilderoy as he brought his gaze up. The Ravenclaw stepped back and huffed defensively, sticking his nose in the air and proudly fixing his robes in reassurance to himself.

"We already won, anyways" Gemma added to counter Darlyn's previous question about the match.

"NO YOU DIDN'T!" Darlyn and James yelled at her together, an argument breaking out between the three of them.

Lucas stood nearby, clearly mocking an 'I told you so' look on his face as he watched his surroundings. Elizabeth spotted him and was ready to wipe that expression right off as she marched over to him. Lily Evans stepped in between the two and attempted to break up their fight as they exchanged comments to each other - and she was pretty unsuccessful.

Arguments were breaking out left and right within the group for even the smallest things- at this point, the group was going off about nonsense and were just looking for things to nitpick. Anna Seghal stood in the middle of everyone, overwhelmed by the fights going on around her that she refused to participate in. She started to quickly blink and look upwards as tears began forming in her eyes, but she tried to distract herself by counting the few clouds in the sky.

Anna is a bubbly Hufflepuff girl who is quite humorous and is always making jokes and puns. She is often pinned as the innocent one- which isn't a lie. She is the opposite of judgy and doesn't have any biased opinions when it comes to people. Anna isn't very confrontational and isn't fond of conflict so she tends to dislike and stay away from any unnecessary drama. She won't hesitate to snap at someone who offends her friends (even if she isn't intimidating at all) and is both sweet and naive, but the girl doesnt like to acknowledge this fact and gets annoyed by it. Crying easily isn't exactly the best, but Anna is trying to work on her tears; her secret is counting something nearby to distract herself and keep her tears at bay.

"Why are you crying now i'm going to cry!" Angela exclaimed from her spot on the ground to the Hufflepuff nearby. She could feel her eyes becoming watery - and for no particular reason - so she let out a laugh, causing her to shake a bit. "Ow, my head." Tears were now streaming down her cheeks (and Anna's) but a smile was plastered on her face. Laughter escaped her mouth as she wiped her falling tears away with her hand. "I can't feel my foot." She added, causing her to laugh harder, distracting her from the pain she was feeling. She was honestly just a mess right now.

"Now why are you crying- or laughing?" Vivi asked her, an expression between the look of confusion, empathy, and amusement all visible on her face; she wasn't exactly sure how to react or what Angela herself was feeling.

The whole group of seventh years was just a lost cause; chaos was the only word to describe the emotional messes and loud arguments taking place. Even some spells were sent flying around but were thankfully dodged so no real damage occurred. One by one, each student abruptly settled down and went silent. Some hung their head and averted their eyes down while some had their eyes wide in shock as they stared towards the castle.

"What? Why did everyone just st-" Angela, who obviously hadn't caught on to anything, asked aloud. She frantically looked around the crowd until she spotted the very source of the sudden silence. "Oh, hi."

Both Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall stood before the seventh years, a stern look striking the students underneath McGonagall's tall hat. Her arms were crossed across her chest as she looked upon them all in disapproval. Dumbledore was just a bit more relaxed, it almost seemed like there was an amused glint in his eyes as he too looked over the students. The students exchanged a few nervous glances as they anxiously awaited the punishment they knew was coming.

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𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐌𝐄

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𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐩. 𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐦𝐦 𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐜 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝 😽

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐡

𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐔𝐏 𝐒𝐎 𝐈 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐨𝐨𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐛u𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐟 𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭-

𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐘 𝐁𝐘𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐔 𝐆𝐔𝐘𝐒 𝐈 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐇𝐀

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𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐚 𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐚 ➪ 𝐦𝐞
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𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐠𝐚𝐝𝐨 ➪ gcldens
𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ➪ -kataras
𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐣𝐨𝐲 ➪ blushingly-
𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭  ➪ paulmescals
𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬 ➪ -vouqe
𝐠𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬  ➪ -M4GICSH0P
𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧  ➪  -siriusblacks
𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐚 𝐣𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬  ➪ regulusslocket
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