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’ I can still h e a r you, you know. ’ even though, jughead was on his c o m p u t e r and too busy to care about what was around him, he still h e a r d people talking. ’ if you have some f r i e s for me, then I can actually call you a F R I E N D. ’

basket full of the fried potato’s SLIDES across table top, hand outstretched while the other rests FIRMLY on hip. i DON’T need friends– you’re lucky i’m not that hungry anyway. clicking her tongue out of ANNOYANCE, the parkinson teen glances around the diner, huffing quietly. it’s a minute or five after she realizes she won’t get any more than that, and HESITANTLY seats herself across from the typing boy.  …. the name’s PANSY, pansy parkinson…. i’m OBVIOUSLY new around here…. what’cha workin’ on ? ”

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stand forth

indie, private and highly selective multimuse of females from the wizarding world of harry potter, including canon's and oc's. penned by ginger

to a generation

What you don't tell no one, you can tell me Little ghost tall, tan like milk and honey You're very BRAVE and you're very free So swing it high, CHERRY BLOSSOM On your sycamore tree What you don't tell no one, you can tell me SWING it high like Jesus, baby Little ghost so fair like lemonade tea

of powerful witches

And I can't stop 'til the whole world knows my name 'Cause I was only born inside my dreams Until you DIE for me, as long as there's a LIGHT, my SHADOW'S over you 'Cause I, I am the opposite of amnesia And you're a CHERRY BLOSSOM You're about to bloom You look so pretty, but you're gone so SOON