nap time for me. good night!

hello!!!

tea and billiards with your resident cool girl. 🎱

shut up!

you’re not that cool yourself so your judgment is invalid.

correction; your birthday is tomorrow. i’ll be nice 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸.

i’ll be so nice, you’ll almost believe me!

putting this in my resume! i’m an excellent gift giver.

(( i know ))

“u get sushi a lot” god forbid a bitch likes it raw

ugh, fine— i’ll go get my running shoes.

oh i know, but you look like you needed someone to talk to.

you could let it out too, if it helps. but yes, running is fine. let’s run!

[ doubleknots her laces and catches up to his pace outside. ]

nice weather we’re having, huh? [she asks, taking a curious glance at her brother once she finally catches up to him.]

wha— hey, wait for me! [groans as he gets ahead of her again, breathing heavy as she runs after him towards the approaching church. she doesn’t remember the last time she ran this hard.] my legs compared to yours at are at a huge disadvantage.

nonsense, i smell like oranges!

does she? she’s just in her own little world sometimes! he’s looking the wrong way, though. she’s in a quiet spot outdoors, sketching birds and flowers.

the voice startles her, having been solely focused on her sketchbook. “why would i run away from you?” she feigns innocence, acting as if she hadn’t just spent the past years pining and wishing he’d see her as more than albus’ little sister. “you just noticed?” she teases.