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graciousguinevere-a-blog · 7 years

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its four am i cant sleep so, now would be a great time to discuss death(s) and how much it(they) impact(s) guinevere. important plot thingies/headcanons abt my canon verses as well as modern verses, more specifically, my false.ttos verse. mentions of death, sickness, depression and such under the cut. do not proceed if you do not wish to read heavy-ish things.

so, it’s not really like ... not obvious. people die around gwen a lot and it like, really fucks with her and like, i could go on and on about how specific deaths of specific people have changed who gwen is as a person but i wanna pick a few out bc they’ve been on my mind a lot recently.

her mother: nOW, this is not a topic ever touched on in the show (at least not from my memory), nor is it really discussed in the fandom or among writers and i think it should be? i’m not speaking for everyone; this is just me and my specific version of gwen. in canon verses, i’ve always imagined gwen’s mother dies when gwen is a young child - four or five, and it’s her first real brush with death - her first real taste of what it’s like for the world to come to a screeching halt because someone you love is snatched from you. being young and not really understanding, gwen spends a lot of her childhood ‘angry’, if you will. you know typical childhood angst (ex: bring my mom back, this isn’t fair, i hate you dad cause you can’t bring mom back). in modern verses, though, it’s kind of different cause i kind of pegged that her mother dies in child birth and it’s a lot of my existence ended hers so maybe if my existence wasn’t a thing, she’d still be here.

her father: we all know, or now you know, that in the show, her father was wrongfully executed by uther for ‘practicing magic’ (this whole episode was bullshit and honestly, i should have just said no to the show from this point lmao), and for gwen, it’s really hard to come to terms with? she can’t accept the fact that her father was killed for something damn near everyone should have know he could never do. gwen plays it off well in the show, but sometimes it comes through: her father’s death hardens her (mostly hardens her dislike of uther pendragon but that’s a different situation for a different day). she’s internally bitter and resentful, and can you really blame her? she fairs the same in modern verses, etc. her father isn’t executed this time, but his death is sudden (i either said it was a stroke or some sort of heart failure. i have to think it over and do more research into the actual health issues themselves before i can for sure decide on one). gwen has a really time coping with his death and she kind of gets hard and bitter because its not fair for him to be taken from her.

her brother: again, another unfair death that was magic related. bullshit tbh, but whatever we just going with show canon. even though by this point, gwen was like ... under morgana’s control (right? idk), her heart still aches. elyan is the last living relative she has left and to lose him? it’s devastating. and because i like to keep the same sort of trope and shit, and because im trying to tie it into the falsettos verse, his death is sudden again. a car accident and in this verse particularly gwen just can’t deal with it. its the reason she leaves england, why she runs away in the first place. she can’t come to grips that she’s lost everything - she doesn’t want to. and for a while, she doesn’t. she lives in this little fake bubble of reality, pretending she still has her father and brother and her heart isn’t broken in a million pieces.

yay, verse tie ins, right! right. moving on

whizzer: fuck man im sad just thinking about it. its terrifying cause, if we’re going along with the canon early 80s timeline of the show, no one knew what the fuck hiv/aids even was. he just .. got sick, then sicker and sicker until he just couldn’t hold on anymore. for gwen, this breaks any walls she’s built since elyans death. any healing, reconcile, regrowth, completely out of the window. it’s the first real breakdown gwen has about all the people she’s lost. sure, she loses composure when her father dies and when her brother dies - who wouldn’t? but reminders of that stack a top of all this? she crumbles. and for a while, she’s convinced she might cursed or something; why else would, literally everyone she loved just ... die? die for unknown, unseen, unfair reasons?

marvin: spoiler, ya boi gets it too. there are no happy endingsi n falsettos and if you didn’t know that, i am so sorry to bust your bubble. gwens break this time is even worse than it is with whizzer. of course time goes by; marvin doesn’t show he’s sick right away, but it’s borderline too late when he does and gwen can’t ??? cope with losing her best friend (if u didnt know gwen and marvin were best friends u have not been paying attention to my blog). a part of her is oddly glad; she’s not a whole firm believer in heaven, the afterlife and all that, but a part of her feels at ease that her two boys are somewhere together again, but that doesn’t physically change the crippling reality that they’re both ... gone. she’s not okay, and she’s not okay for a long time. who would be? how do you get over that? YOU DON’T. gwen kind of ... shuts herself down and shuts people down for a long while, especially new people. she can’t trust herself to get close to anyone else, she can’t afford to love anyone else because she’s so sure that death is just a common factor in her life - that everyone she’s destined to meet and love, she’s also destined to lose in a matter of time.

despite all of this though? gwen always finds a way to come back from these places, from bitter, hardened parts of herself and that’s really what i wanted to talk about? time and time again, gwen comes up with the short side of the stick so damn much (if there was a human embodiment of taking an L, gwen would probably be it more of the time), but she always manages to piece herself together again somehow and continue to be the kind spirited soul she is? gwen has lost so much, in any verse. her family, her marriage, her friends, but she’s still gwen after it’s all said and done. she’s still the momma hen type of figure, she’s still sweet, she’s still such a strong pillar of support when, 8/10, she has no reason to be. there were points in gwens life she had no reason to really go on, not that she wanted to commit suicide or anything, but she just felt like there was really no reason for to keep going - which... could kind of be like suicidal thoughts i suppose? let’s just say she didn’t want to keep living, but she had no desire to, personally, kill herself. even with all of that, she got her shit together and kept going. im just really in awe of how strong of a character this is. to endure so much, lose so many, and still be willing to go on, still be willing to love and cherish and support people.

#( headcanon. )#death mention //#illness mention //#suicide mention //#( i spent 45 minutes writing this at 4 am im sorry if it makes 0 sense )#( i havent slept and i was suddenly really angsty so )#( i just ... wanted to )#( talk abt a few angst points in gwens life )#( shrug )#( if y'all need me to tag this as anything else let me know )#( im gonna try and get some sleep )#( finger guns as i cry abt how my smol dotter has lost 80% of the people shes closest to )

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artificialqueens · 7 years

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just the two of us (hogwarts au) part nine - shalaska - pureCAMP

A/N - i can’t apologise enough for how long this has taken me to write. i know you’re all expecting party, and i promise i will start on that as soon as i can. it’s much easier to write with somebody else, which is why mean queens chapters tend to get written in one day and submitted, however writing alone is hard and takes me much longer, so i’m sorry if you’re not enjoying mean queens and prefer my other fics. i really am sorry, recently it’s been tough to write through school work and my debilitating mental health, but we won’t get into that because it’s sad. all you need to know is that i feel awful and I'm very sorry i haven’t delivered this quickly. i hope you like it anyways <3

Sharon was usually the one to cuddle – a secret she would obviously never share – so Alaska relished in the rare opportunity to hold her as she slept. Her chest rose and fell softly with her quiet breaths, her body fully encompassed in Alaska’s. With her superior height, it allowed her to wrap her arms around Sharon’s slumbering body and press herself close, leaving every inch of her from head to toe lying in Alaska’s embrace. Her hair was strewn across her pale face, and her eyelashes fluttered gently.

When Alaska woke, the weak sunlight of the upcoming winter had just started to filter through the gap in the curtains, casting trails of light across the floor. Alaska breathed in heavily, clinging to Sharon as tight as she could without waking her. The events of the previous night had left her rattled, so she dreaded to think how Sharon had been feeling. If she felt so horrified just by watching, then being in the situation all over again must have been agonising. Sharon had even said that there was more that she’d been tactful enough to leave out, lest they have to watch sixteen years of suffering unfold in the Pensieve. Part of Alaska was glad, but the other part of her felt sickened at the idea that that wasn’t all. So she clung on, pathetically pretending that in their tiny morning paradise, shrouded from the world, Sharon would be safe.

“Alaska? Is that – is that Sharon?”

Courtney’s tired voice came from the bed across the room, seconds before Alaska spotted the head of blonde curls peeking out from just above her blue pillow. She lifted her head slightly to acknowledge her.

“Yeah, it is. She didn’t want to go back to her dorm.” Alaska answered warily, not wanting to give away too much about what had happened.

Courtney frowned, confused. “Um, okay. I don’t remember hearing you guys come in last night?”

“It was pretty late when we came in. We were busy.”

There was a pause, and then Courtney spoke again. “Did you two, uh…”

Alaska immediately felt all the blood rush to her face, growing incredibly warm as she blushed scarlet. “Courtney! No! We haven’t even been together that long! We haven’t –”

Courtney cut her off. “Okay, okay. Why is she in here?”

“She’s just going through a tough time and didn’t want to be alone. It’s difficult to explain.” She finished, biting her lip as Courtney watched her. Thankfully, she seemed to believe her, or was too sleepy to argue otherwise, because she just nodded and pulled herself up.

What with Courtney’s long silence, it seemed as if Alaska lay in bed with Sharon wrapped in her arms for hours. It probably wasn’t so long, but since Courtney didn’t feel the need to prod any further and the early morning brought a comfortable warm atmosphere, Sharon slept on and Alaska relaxed. This was something she could definitely get used to.

A large barn owl broke the silence, flapping into the room with an almighty screech and tearing the curtains with its claws. All three of the sleeping girls left in the room, Sharon, Willam and Jinkx, shot awake at the noise, each of them looking disorientated and shocked. Upon spotting the owl, Willam cursed loudly and began to complain. Jinkx rubbed her bleary eyes, and Sharon sat up, escaping from Alaska’s grip and hiding her sleepy face in Alaska’s neck.

“Goddamn fucking school owls! I hate them so much.” Willam ranted. “Fucking letters at ass o’clock on a Saturday. They better be fucking worth it.”

She scowled as the owl dropped a few envelopes in her lap. “You feathery fucker.”

The bird flew circles around the room, delivering a series of letters to Courtney, three to Jinkx, and one to Alaska. It wasn’t like Alaska didn’t expect it, but it was a little disheartening to see the bird swoop straight past Sharon and out through the window again.

“Blah blah blah… doing well in charms… blah blah… stop trashing the house with your parties… okay, this was not worth waking up for. Fuck you, family.” Willam tossed her letter aside and swung her legs out of the bed.

“Needles is here again. Are you gonna take up permanent residence in here?”

Sharon groaned against Alaska’s skin, which she took as a sign that the Slytherin girl was not awake enough to try and formulate a proper response. Alaska gently stroked her hair and answered for her.

“She just had a rough night, that’s all. She didn’t want to be alone last night and I’m supporting her.”

Willam cocked an eyebrow. “By sleeping with her?”

“No!” Alaska told her. “I already told Courtney this, we didn’t sleep together. We just slept… Together.”

Feeling herself flush red at Willam’s laugh, Alaska focused her eyes on the top of Sharon’s head and used her free arm to hug her. She could feel Sharon’s eyelashes fluttering against her skin, and it tickled.

“Right, right, sure. So what’s going on, then? Anything we can do to help?” Willam pressed.

Sharon shook her head, and Alaska spoke. “I think she’s good.”

Unlike Courtney, Willam wasn’t the type to easily let something go. She could clearly see right through Alaska’s lies, and waited until Sharon excused herself to the bathroom, dragging her feet across the carpet as she walked, to interrogate her.

“What’s her deal? She’s been… off, I guess, for a while now.” She stated, straight to the point.

“Is something going on?” Jinkx added.

Alaska blanched. “Uh… I don’t-”

“Bullshit.” Willam interrupted. “You know something’s going on, and the four of us in this room tell each other everything. Secrets are what tear healthy friendships apart, Alaska.” Three pairs of eyes drilled into her – Willam’s accusing blue ones, Courtney’s kaleidoscopic ones, Jinkx’s warm brown ones. Their combined stares were uncomfortable, making Alaska feel like a deer in headlights. She couldn’t tell them about Sharon’s past; it wasn’t her story to share. But they would all know immediately if she lied.

“It’s not my place to tell you,” She tried, her gaze flitting from girl to girl but never really focusing on any of them.

Willam scoffed. “It wasn’t my place to tell you that Lewis from Charms had magical herpes. It wasn’t my place to tell you that Courtney used to stuff her bra when she was twelve. But I did anyway.”

“You don’t understand,” Alaska cried, frustrated. “Look, it isn’t my business. I found out on accident. Can we just drop it?”

Courtney looked forlorn. “Don’t you trust us anymore, Lask?”

Willam wrinkled her nose, an expression of vague disgust on her face. “Forget it, girls. She’s clearly too busy thinking about her fancy new girlfriend to bother with her friends. Needles is-”

The blonde froze, as did the other girls, as Willam’s words trailed off in time for all four of them to look up at the door to the bathroom. Sharon stood in the doorway, last night’s smudged mascara still streaked underneath her cheeks, watching the four of them. It only took one look at her face for Alaska to know that she’d heard it all.

“Well,” She said in a small voice. “If I’d known that I’d cause an argument for being here, I would’ve just gone back to my own dorm. Sorry, I guess.”

It was Willam’s turn to stumble over her words. “Sharon, I didn’t mean-”

“You talk too much.” Sharon said harshly, and then her features softened again. “I thought all five of us were friends but if you’re just here for Alaska then I’m sorry I butted in on your little circle. Sorry I took her away from you.”

Courtney and Jinkx were practically falling over themselves in an attempt to explain, but Sharon was having none of it. She ran a hand through her tousled hair and shook her head.

“I don’t wanna hear this. I have a meeting I’m supposed to go to, anyway. Have fun discussing me whilst I’m gone.”

With that, she turned and walked out of the dorm, still in Alaska’s borrowed pyjamas and barefooted. After the door slammed shut in her wake, there was a long, heavy silence. Everyone stared at the thin air as if simply looking could reverse her exit and bring her back.

“Good fucking job.” Alaska swore, slipping on the uncomfortable dolly shoes by her bed and hurriedly wrapping her dressing gown around herself. “That was really what she needed during a hard time. Her friends fucking arguing about her. Aren’t you the best?”

Jinkx was the first to properly react to Sharon’s exit, baring her chipped teeth in an expression of shock as she looked at the other two. Courtney was red in the face, flushed with chagrin, and Willam looked incredibly guilty. She fiddled with her thumbs in her lap for a few moments before springing out of bed towards Alaska, not bothering to put on any shoes as she padded towards her.

“Let me come with you, I should probably apologise for running my mouth.” She murmured, biting her lip.

Alaska said nothing, pushing open the door and storming out without waiting to see if Willam was following her. She needed to make sure that Sharon wasn’t going to do anything stupid. Of course she trusted her, but after last night she knew that Sharon wasn’t as emotionally secure as she had been. It would’ve taken a lot for her to stay the night with Alaska, even if she acted nonchalant about it. If she went ahead and did something dumb because of this – like raiding her Firewhiskey stash – Alaska was going to commit murder. Most likely she was just going to a meeting, but that didn’t stop Alaska’s heart from racing.

She didn’t even realize where her legs were taking her until her mind cleared, having navigated the grey hallways without even thinking about it. Willam jogged alongside her, trying to talk but giving up when she realized Alaska wasn’t listening. Once she came to a stop outside Professor Visage’s office, she took a breather.

“The door’s locked.” She cursed, pressing her face close to see through the fogged glass. “It’s empty, fuck… Professor Ru’s office? Yeah, we’re going there.”

Alaska left no time for Willam to ask any questions, powering ahead yet again and thanking her lucky stars for her long legs. Her body just went into auto-pilot, flying down the familiar corridors without a second thought in her mind besides Sharon. No way was she going to let that girl out of her sights anytime soon.

When Professor Ru’s office approached, the distinctively golden doors looming ahead of them, Alaska sank down against the wall, seeing that it was locked. If Sharon wasn’t inside, then she had no idea where the Slytherin would be, but she had an inkling that she was. Letting herself gather her thoughts, she slid right down until she hit the cold stone floor. A few paces behind, Willam appeared moments later, similarly breathless, and leant her hand against the wall before joining Alaska on the floor.

“I guess I should say sorry.” Willam mumbled.

Alaska scoffed. “Not to me. But whatever. That’s not what I’m concerned about in this current moment.”

Willam nodded. “Is she… I know asking questions is what got us into this argument, but is she okay? She doesn’t seem like herself recently.”

Alaska let out a long breath, leaning her head back against the wall and staring upwards at the ceiling. How exactly could she answer that? When had Sharon actually been herself?

“I… Like I said, it really isn’t my story to tell. But I’m worried about her, Willam. I’m really worried about her.” She bluffed weakly, embarrassed at the vulnerability.

Willam pursed her lips. “I get it. I’m sorry, Lasky. I shouldn’t have been so forceful, I was just a little worried too.”

“I get it.” Alaska reassured her, and then paused. “How much do you know about Sharon’s family?”

Alaska was surprised to hear the mirthless, bitter laugh that came from Willam after she spoke. She shuffled aside and turned to face the blonde properly, shocked again at the expression on her face. Her nose was wrinkled and her eyes were narrow.

“The Needles? Not a nice bunch. Every magical family has heard of them, but a rich Pureblooded family like mine? Of course we’ve encountered the Needles clan before.”

Her voice was dark, tinged with hatred. “I’ve never really spoken to them, but my family were invited to this high-class party and they were there. You can’t miss them, really. They all look alike and they all wore black. Lady Needles was vile to my mom, and nearly everybody there was terrified of her but wanted to talk to her. Purebloods like to get in with the rich and powerful, and there’s no beating the Needles. They put my family’s wealth to shame.”

Alaska felt sickened just hearing their names. “Was Sharon there? How long ago was this?”

“I think I was about ten, so a while ago. My family has refused to go anywhere near that family ever since, everyone knows they do dodgy shit even if no one knows what.” Willam sighed. “I remember Sharon being there. We didn’t speak, or even go anywhere near each other, but that was because I knew she was a Needles kid. I’d been warned about them – pretty sure every pureblood family warns about the Needles bunch – and I recognised her as one of them. She spent the whole evening in the garden, I think. Didn’t speak to anyone.”

A heavy silence descended upon them as Willam finished speaking. Alaska bit her lip until she tasted copper, swiping away the blood with her tongue and turning away to make sure Willam didn’t see her eyes filling up. She hoped Sharon would be out soon.

“They’ve been hurting her, haven’t they.”

It wasn’t a question.

Alaska’s bottom lip trembled dangerously as Willam pulled her close, letting Alaska’s head rest on her shoulder. Her own eyes were wet with tears that she refused to let spill.

“I didn’t even think about that until just. Something everyone in the weird pureblooded circles talk about is the Needles family and rumours about them not liking their daughter. In my head I always just distanced Sharon from them because she’s nothing like them.” Willam said. “It’s just a shame she looks so much like them.”

Alaska’s voice was barely above a whisper. “She’s the spitting image of her mother. But she’s so different from them, and I’m so happy about that.”

For a short while, Willam just let Alaska lean on her, eventually climbing to their feet when they found the strength and waiting outside Professor Ru’s office. It was just when Alaska was about to give up hope completely and walk back to their dorm when Sharon emerged, flanked by Professor Visage.

“…I know, I’m just not sure I’m comfortable with it – Alaska? Willam? What the fuck are you two doing?” Sharon stopped mid-conversation to look at the pair.

“Language.” Professor Visage muttered habitually.

“English.” Sharon deadpanned. “Why are you two outside the office?”

Willam cut in before Alaska could even open her mouth. “I wanted to apologise for being a pushy dick earlier. I know you’re not into that.”

Alaska snorted at the double entendre before catching herself and pursing her lips, almost giggling again when she noticed Professor Visage resisting the urge to throw up her hands at their profanity.

“…and, I’m sorry that I didn’t realise beforehand what you’re going through.”

Sharon stopped dead, her lips parting slightly and her thin fingers clenching. Her eyes flickered from Professor Visage to Alaska to Willam, not knowing where to settle. Alaska felt as though she should walk forwards, gently unclench her fingers and hold her hand, but she couldn’t. Her feet felt rooted to the spot.

“Alaska didn’t tell me, if that’s what you’re wondering.” Willam added, noting her expression. “I put two and two together to make four. You know how rumours travel amongst Purebloods.”

Sharon nodded slowly. “How much do you know? I need to gauge how bad this is.”

“Not any details. Just that you’ve been hurt by them. The Needles. I can’t say I’m surprised that the word around town is true, really. Your mother never did seem like the type to pick you up after a bump or scrape and kiss it better.” Willam commented.

Maybe that was a bit blunt, but to both Alaska’s and Professor Visage’s visible relief, Sharon cracked a smile at Willam’s words. She laughed a little, the blonde’s infectious humour momentarily breaking through her stress.

“Well, you’re right about that. She’d angle her head downwards to look at me and give a long speech about the tribulations of the muggle-made world. Didn’t matter if it was a sharp stone, which is beyond muggle or wizard creation.” She joked. “Shall we just get breakfast? There’s no point going back to either of our dorms now.”

Alaska frowned as Professor Visage left them to it. “You’re not dressed, and neither is Willam.”

Both girls looked down, as if realizing for the first time that they were in pyjamas. Alaska tugged her dressing gown tighter around her body and watched them both, shaking her head and rolling her eyes.

“So?” Sharon asked her.

Alaska coughed. “You’re also, uh, wearing my pyjamas.”

She flushed at that, her eyes flitting downwards against her will. Just like the last time she’d worn them, the vest and shorts clung to her every curve, just that little bit bigger than Alaska, leaving nothing to the imagination. They accentuated everything, and Alaska was thankful that Sharon wasn’t bothered, because she certainly didn’t mind.

“Ooh, bitch. People are gonna talk if they realize.” Willam smirked, clapping her hands in glee. “I might talk anyway, just because I can.”

Sharon rolled her eyes. “Shut up, Belli. Let’s just go.”

By the time they made it into the Great Hall, most of the students were already seated at the tables, ready for breakfast. Courtney waved her arms above the sea of students to signal the three to come over, saving them a seat each amongst Adore, Bianca and Katya. Nobody commented on their appearances, but Bianca raised an eyebrow at Sharon’s attire.

“Hi, you three! Sorry about earlier. Bianca was just telling us about how she’s a Legilimens!” Courtney trilled, talking a mile a minute.

“Take it easy, queen,” Bianca exclaimed, gesturing with her hands. “Don’t go telling everybody in this damn place. I’m a freak already.”

Courtney opened her mouth to protest against her words, but Sharon got there first. “We’re all freaks, Del Rio. You’re a Legilimens? Will you do it to me, I want to see this.”

Bianca nodded, and Sharon fell silent. For a few moments, nothing happened. Then, as if springing back to life, Bianca screwed up her face and whacked Sharon on the arm, who dissolved into cackling laughter.

“Sharon! Don’t ever do that to me again, that was disgusting!” Bianca yelled at her.

Sharon buried her face in Alaska’s shoulder, shaking with laughter. Entirely confused, Alaska frowned and put her arm around the giggling Slytherin, turning to Bianca for some semblance of an explanation.

Bianca fake-shuddered. “Don’t try it, queen. Thundershit, you need to smack some dignity back into your girlfriend.”

Willam began to snort at the nickname ‘Thundershit’, and Sharon howled every time Bianca spoke. When she finally lifted her head, tears were streaming from her eyes. Alaska cracked up at the sight of her.

“I don’t even know why that was so funny! I’d apologise but I don’t feel sorry at all,” Sharon managed to choke out, leaning her entire bodyweight on Alaska. She’d gone weak from laughing, completely unfazed under Bianca’s stare.

“What does this have to do with me?!” Alaska cried incredulously. Their whole company turned to look at her and burst into laughter, and her skin flushed red as she realized. “Oh…”

“You filthy whore! You filthy, dirty cuntwhore! I love that! That’s amazing!” Katya wheezed, flailing madly.

Only Bianca appeared unamused, the smallest traces of a smile gracing the edges of her lips. She shook her head as everybody did their best to calm down, the collective exhaustion making them all a little bit hysterical in the early morning.

“You’d be surprised that I’ve never had that done to me before. I always expected it, though. Thanks a lot, asshole.” She joked.

Sharon gave her a thumbs up. “Someone had to do it. When the fuck is breakfast actually starting, I need coffee or I think I might collapse and die.”

Before Bianca could chime in with a comment, the table in front of them laid itself out with food, and in an instant the Great Hall was consumed with the sound of knives and forks clattering against plates, lit up with chatter from students in a less-zombielike state now that there was food. Alaska grabbed the nearest pieces of buttered toast and started to eat them, watching as Sharon muttered her chosen beverage into the mug before her and inhaling the rich coffee scent as the mug filled itself up. She took a long sip of the black drink, sighing blissfully into it.

“Bitch, that sounded orgasmic.” Willam said, nudging Sharon from across the table.

Sharon nodded. “It was.”

“Black coffee? Is there any sugar in that?” Willam questioned.

Sharon shook her head. “There’s no milk either.”

Willam looked offended, her expression comical like a character from a book. “That… that’s just coffee beans and hot water. Why don’t you love yourself?”

Alaska spluttered and laughed, too busy laughing to notice the figure approaching them. It was only when Sharon swivelled round and the rest of their group fell quiet that she noticed.

“Bitch, turn around when I’m about to fucking speak to you.”

Alaska recognised that voice, her heart sinking as she turned. Phi Phi stood in front of Sharon, her hands on her hips and her eyes lit with fury. A long, deep gash ran from the centre of her forehead, past her right eye, and across her cheek, surrounded by other cat scratches from Cerrone’s claws.

“You’d better not be talking to me.” Sharon deadpanned, staring straight at her.

Phi Phi’s eyes narrowed. “Who the fuck else would I be talking to? Look what your fucking cat did to my face!” She pointed to the scratches with her long pink nails, as if they weren’t evident enough against her tan skin. Alaska watched Sharon’s face, observing whether Phi Phi could gauge a reaction from her. So far, she was failing.

“Looks like an improvement to me. Maybe you should thank him.”

Phi Phi glowered. “Someone should kill that thing. It’s fucking dangerous.” Alaska tensed as Sharon clenched her jaw. The image of Sharon at eleven, clutching a bleeding Cerrone to her chest like he was her lifeline, infiltrated her mind. She did her best to rid herself of the thought.

“Kneazles attack dangerous or bad people, so I’d watch your step if I were you. And if you didn’t know, they’re a protected species, meaning that if you kill once, they’ll trace you and you’ll get punished. I’m guessing they wouldn’t teach you that, though. Is Beauxbaton even a magic school, or do you just do ribbon twirling?”

Phi Phi’s face twisted into a snarl. “Stay out of my way, Needles.” She growled, and then turned to Alaska. “And I’ll see you in the challenge in two weeks.”

Alaska said nothing, but Sharon spoke up. “If you touch her, I’ll kill you.”

After Phi Phi had stormed away, Sharon swung her legs back underneath the table and rolled her eyes excessively, turning back to her mug of coffee.

“I feel sorry for Beauxbaton. They have her representing their school.” Willam snorted.

Courtney started to laugh, and the sound was so infectious that it swept across the group in a matter of seconds. Alaska still felt a little uneasy at Phi Phi’s presence, and especially at her final remark, but she couldn’t help laughing.

“I don’t feel sorry for them.” Sharon snarked. “She’s their problem.”

“She’s a problem.” Bianca butted in, snatching the last laugh.

Alaska’s laughter quickly faded the more she thought about Phi Phi’s last comments. She wasn’t a threat; not in the sense that she was going to cause any harm to them, but her reminder of the upcoming tournament made Alaska’s stomach churn. This was her chance at glory, her opportunity to finally show that she could be a star, but losing to Phi Phi would be devastating. Even more so than losing to the other girl, Kim. What with Phi Phi’s bad attitude and sudden flares of anger, there was no way she could let the Beauxbaton girl best her. The pressure was rising. After all, there were only two weeks.

Time flew by surprisingly fast, as Alaska’s days were filled with a plethora of activities that kept her occupied from dawn to dusk. In the midst of classes, dance rehearsals were continued, magical history now covered the past of the Triwizard Tournament in lesson, she hung out with Willam, Courtney and Jinkx, she spent more time with Detox of Beauxbaton and Bianca, Adore and Katya of Durmstrang, she accompanied Sharon to various different meetings, and most of her nights were consumed with frantically trying to completely assignments so she could free up some time. The challenge was looming overhead like a cliff’s edge and the last thing Alaska wanted to be thinking about as she balanced atop it was an unfinished Transfiguration essay.

Everybody noticed her growing tension, and thankfully did their best to minimise it. Even Sharon, much to Alaska’s quickly-silenced protests, had been insisting that Alaska let her go and speak with the professors alone, so that she could get some work done. Alaska appreciated their efforts beyond belief, but the Ravenclaw still couldn’t help feeling overloaded.

“Ughhhhh….” She groaned, dragging out the tail of the word as she let her head smack down against the common room desk. “Fuck this, why did I take Transfiguration for NEWTs again? This is so fucking hard.”

Courtney looked up sympathetically from the textbook she was reading, nudging Willam to see if the blonde would offer any help. Willam snored and shifted, having fallen asleep studying Charms with Courtney, and didn’t wake up.

“What is it that you’re doing?” Courtney asked, propping herself up to try and see.

Alaska lifted her head. “Trying to create some birds. It’s impossible! I hate this subject. We have to do it in front of Professor Visage next lesson, so our homework is to practise, but I can’t. I literally can’t.”

Sharon let the roll of parchment she was writing on fall from her grasp as she got to her feet to stand by Alaska. “How is it going so far, pumpkin?”

“Terribly!” Alaska sighed dramatically, her heart rate still quickening at Sharon’s affection. “Look at this, watch.”

With cramping fingers, she lifted her wand from the desk, drew an ‘M’ shape in the air, and incanted, “Avis!” There was a flash of azure light and a loud popping sound, followed by a trail of grey smoke. When the smoke cleared, it revealed a handful of feathers scattered across the desk.

“See?” She exclaimed, exasperated. “All I’m getting are feathers.”

Sharon took out her wand and gathered the feathers into a bundle in Alaska’s pencil holder with one smooth motion. “You never know when you’re gonna need a spare quill, right?”

Courtney snorted. “Silver cloud, grey lining.”

“Shut up, bitch.” Sharon shot back, Courtney laughing at her. “Watch me do it, okay. Avis!”

She levelled her wand the same way Alaska did, her movements slightly more fluid than Alaska’s. The same blue light and popping sound appeared, then the smoke cleared to reveal about six tiny yellow birds, flapping around Sharon and Alaska’s heads. Sharon laughed in delight and caught one on her thumb, gently rubbing the top of its head with her finger.

“Isn’t he cute?! I’m calling him Sir Mansions. First name Robin. Alaska, think more of drawing a bird in flight, the way you would when you were a kid, rather than an ‘M’ shape. Draw the bird, so it becomes a bird.” Sharon instructed her, totally enamoured with the tiny bird perched on her hand.

Alaska groaned and picked up her wand again. “Fine, fine. If this works, I’m gonna kiss you.”

Sharon momentarily stopped stroking her little bird to cross her fingers, before turning her attention back to the small creature. She watched as Alaska cast the spell again, saw the blue flash, heard the popping sound, and cheered as three little birds flapped desperately from the tip of her wand.

“You did it!” Courtney clapped, as Alaska pecked Sharon gently on the lips. The Slytherin girl let the bird on her finger fly free and pouted.

“That wasn’t a kiss, come on.” She complained.

Alaska shoved her. “Courtney’s in the room!”

“Courtney, do you care?” Sharon called over.

Courtney, seeing she had no way of winning, shook her head. “If it’ll make my life easier, then no.”

“Good.” Sharon said, satisfied. “Now can I have a real kiss?”

Alaska complied, linking her arms over Sharon’s shoulders as the older girl’s hands moved lower, one settling on the small of her back and the other on her ass. Sharon’s lips were warm and inviting as usual, her tongue easily slipping through as she smiled into the kiss. Alaska closed her eyes in bliss, enjoying the quiet moment.

“-I said – oh really queen? You gotta do that right here in the common room, where people hang out? Can’t you go swap herpes somewhere more private?” came Bianca’s brassy voice, instantly following by Adore’s loud cackle and Katya’s wheezing.

“We can, but why should we? This is our school.” Alaska laughed. “Why are you even here? Shouldn’t you be going to bed now? I know I’m about to.”

Bianca rolled her eyes. “Adore left her jacket here. Grab it, chola, I’m tired.”

Adore scuttled forwards, her scarlet lips bared in a grin, as she plucked the leather from the back of a nearby chair and shrugged it over her her shoulders.

“Let’s fuck off out of here. Bye, cunts.” Bianca said, in lieu of a warm goodbye.

As soon as the three girls had left, Alaska started to gather up her things, ready to go back to her dorm. With some difficulty, Courtney poked Willam until she awoke and then enlisted the help of Sharon to drag the sleepy girl to her bed. Alaska nestled down in the blankets of her bed, safely held in Sharon’s arms, trying to slow the pounding of her heartbeat as sleep encroached and the fateful day grew ever nearer. The first challenge was about to begin.

“Wake up!”

A rude, demanding voice pulled Alaska from a sweet dream she’d been having. Already, the mindless whimsical bliss of the dream faded from her mind as she stared up at the scowling face of Raven, one of the Slytherin Prefects. His two piercings shone in the morning light, the curtains having been roughly shoved apart by what could only have been his hands, and his dark eyes glared down at her.

“…huh?” Alaska mumbled, noticing that Raven’s command had woken Sharon, Willam, Courtney and Jinkx as well. All of them sat up and stared daggers at the boy, who didn’t seem to care in the slightest.

“Thunderfuck, you need to get out of your bed and get ready for the first challenge. You understand that?” He patronised.

Sharon scoffed. “Fuck off, don’t talk to her like that.”

Raven raised an eyebrow. “Needles, you shouldn’t even be in this dormitory, let alone sleeping with her.”

Sharon crossed her arms indignantly. “I’m fully dressed, asshole. Does it look like I’m fucking sleeping with her?”

Still steely cool, Raven bent down, picked something off the ground, and threw it into Sharon’s face.

“This is a little incriminating, huh? Don’t fucking argue with me and no one will have to get you into trouble. Thunderfuck, out of bed.” He ordered.

Alaska rolled her eyes and swung her legs out of bed, watching Sharon as she plucked the bra he’d thrown at her from her head and looked at it.

“This isn’t mine. Your evidence is false.” She spat petulantly, challenging him from beneath her lashes.

Raven scowled. “Oh yeah? Why does it say ‘SN’ on the label? Does it by any chance stand for Sharon Needles?”

Sharon blinked a few times. “It stands for…sexy narcoleptic. It belongs to Jinkx. Fuck off out of here, Eagle.”

Raven grimaced. “Thunderfuck, you’re due in the main hall in twenty minutes. The rest of you are okay to stay here. Except for you, Needles. If you want to avoid another detention I suggest you follow me back to the Slytherin dorms.”

“If you want to avoid my foot up your ass I suggest you shut the fuck up.” Sharon muttered darkly, pulling a face and pretending to shoot herself with her wand as she followed Raven out of the doors. With one last eyeroll, the door was shut and the room fell silent again.

It was time. Alaska finally had her chance.

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