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Harper Flitwick

"Dreaming dreams no mortal dared dream before."

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a character in “We Solemnly Swear...”, as played by partially-stars

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{"Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting... "}


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N A M E
harper maria flitwick
"yeah. that flitwick."

N I C K N A M E S
harp || "harps aren't exactly... my aesthetic."
goth girl || ”i'm not even goth.”
B I R T H D A T E
november 1st
"the day they say the veil between worlds is the thinnest."

A G E
17
”seven is a powerful number."

B L O O D S T A T U S
halfblood
"my mom is muggleborn. so what?"

P A R E N T S
victoria and jacob flitwick (jacob is filius flitwick's nephew)
"the height genes skipped me, thankfully."

S E X U A L I T Y
pansexual
"i mean i'm still nailing down details but it's a start."

H O U S E
gryffindor
"where dwell the brave at heart."


{"...dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.."}


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A P P E R A N C E
i clearly take after my mother's side of the family.

Harper's appearance is... intimidating at best. Last summer, she cut her hair shorter than ever and has completely fallen in love with it. There's times when she combs it back and uses a combination of gel and hairspray to hold it in place. There's times where she just lets it fall whatever way around her face. And she's even been known to use a little magic to get it to curl just right. Despite her grand-uncle's infamous stature, harper manages to fall on the average side of the scale. At 5'4", she might be on the smaller side of average, but makes up for it with army boots and platform heels. She can tan, and has been known to come back to Hogwarts with a bronze glow about her. But usually, she embraces her pale skin, finding that it contrasts just right with her favourite colour. That is, black. The only colour found in her outfits are her house colours, and even then it's usually only when she's in uniform. She's thin, despite eating like a horse, and her figure is somewhat boyish. She can pass for a few years older than she really is once she's dressed up and wearing makeup. Even if people call her a goth, her style is considerably more grunge, enjoying ripped jeans, oversized band shirts, and leather jackets. However, the fact that these items are always black or varying shades of grey means that everyone assumes she must be goth. She tones down her makeup day to day and when in school, but embraces the darker side when she can.

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P E R S O N A L I T Y
"i am who i am and i love that."
bubbly || enthusiastic || brave || overprotective || thoughtless || defensive

Appearances certainly do not match up with reality for Harper. One couldn't be blamed for expecting a sharp, sarcastic, edgy teen who revels in apathy. That, however, couldn't be further from the truth. The moment Harper opens her mouth, that expectation is shattered. She's bubbly and bright, apparently always cheerful. She's got the kind of energy that somehow manages to not be annoying, even if whoever she's speaking with is in the foulest of moods. Her way of dealing with difficult things has never been to tiptoe around the subject and offer veiled advice; instead, she storms in with her arms spread for a hug and tells it like it is. She's a very tactile person, and has been known to be lying across three of her friends at once when she's been really craving contact. One of her faults is that she doesn't always ask if somebody is comfortable with touching. She hates only being told after the fact, and would much rather that her friends just tell her outright. She's a Gryffindor through and through, brave almost to a fault. She was the girl chasing the spider so they could put it outside, she was the girl telling the bad dog to go away, she was the girl who yelled at creepy guys to back away from her friends. She's brave enough to follow her dreams, too, and her parents have learned that there's no point in trying to stop her. Harper is a hurricane, a force of nature, and she's determined to make a difference.

What she fails to remember, however, is that people don't always want a difference to be made in their life. Sometimes, people need things to stay the same, even if they aren't great. Harper doesn't always think before she acts, and she's made a scenario worse more than once. She hates when it happens, and yet she never seems to learn. She's stubborn that if somebody tells her to back down and she doesn't agree, she won't always listen. She sometimes forgets to think more than a day ahead. She's often overprotective of her friends. They mean the world to her, and she hates the thought of anyone getting hurt as a result of her actions... or inactions. So she'd rather intervene and know they're safe than let them do something risky. It's something that she's slowly improving on, slowly but she is getting there. If she's hurt by something, she goes into defence mode, and has said words she doesn't mean on more than one occasion when she's become defensive, of either herself or those around her, and she can't always get out the words to apologise. She usually means well, but can't always do well.


{"i'm tired of playing by the rules of someone else's game."}


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W A N D
Aspen, unicorn hair, 9 inches, unyielding
"a wand with an affinity for charms. makes sense."

S P E C I A L
Nothing
"i mean, I can do a pretty stellar cartwheel in heels."


Q U I D D I T C H
Beater
"I’m stronger than I look."


P E T
Athena
"Whoever said owls are just messengers has clearly never met Athena."


P A T R O N U S
Mongrel dog
"I’ve only successfully cast one twice."

B O G G A R T
A swarm of bees
"So turns out I’m super allergic."


{and if i'm flying solo, at least i'm flying free.}


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H I S T O R Y
"honestly, it isn't even that remarkable"
Compared to some, Harper's childhood was rather uneventful. Her family hadn't been affected that badly by the war; certainly not as bad as some. She was an unexpected but very much loved and welcome child. She wasn't always the most graceful or charming child, but she was endearing, with a smile that seemed to reach from ear to ear, an outlook that was always positive, and a kind word for everybody. She was also blessed with the singing voice of an angel, something that her parents only encouraged as they sent her to singing lessons for most of her life.

Even from a young age, Harper's sense of style was a little eccentric. There was some days when she was all tomboy, and some where she loved her skirts and her sparkles. Seeing photos of her parents when they were younger, back when punk was at it's peak, just inspired her to play around with her appearance and her style. Even at only the age of eleven, she'd managed to figure out a charm that could change the colour of her clothes. It faded after a few hours, but it was clear she had an aptitude for charms.

With time, she settled on her grungy look, cutting her hair short and investing in combat boots to lend her some height. Her music taste was as eccentric as she was, ranging from musical theatre to metal; and she had the voice for all of it. Singing is all she's ever wanted to do, and she's torn between musical theatre and rock. Frankly, she thinks the wizarding world isn't embracing musical theatre as much as it could be, but also she's never forgotten The Weird Sisters concert her dad brought her to.

She can't remember the first time she got dragged to one of Scorpius Malfoy's infamous parties, but there was something about it that she fell in love with. She stayed away from the drugs, but is no stranger to Firewhiskey and the various varieties of mead she somehow always manages to source. She looks after her friends, makes sure they get back to their dorm safe, but still manages to let her hair down. She's happy, even if she hasn't quite gotten it all figured out.



{innuendo | queen} {letterbomb | rebecca naomi jones} {defying gravity | idina menzel}


So begins...

Harper Flitwick's Story

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Character Portrait: Juniper Chang Character Portrait: Harper Flitwick

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All Harper had been able to think about all day was how this was her last time. The last time boarding the Hogwarts Express. The last time seeing that view of Hogwarts. The last time sitting through the Hat's song and all the speeches. (Actually, that one she was okay with. They only seemed to get longer as the years went on.) But as strange as it all felt, she would have been lying if she said that she wasn't really excited about all that was to come. She mightn't have known exactly what it was, but that didn't lessen the thrill at all. She'd figure it out eventually. But first, tonight. Tonight, which was probably going to be the biggest and the best Welcome Back Party ever. With a wave of her wand, her trusty bottles of Firewhiskey and Bungbarrel were small enough to slip into her pocket. Another wave and her shirt was grey, not black. A charm she'd perfected over the years, even if it still wasn't quite permanent. It would fade with time. But it would work for now.

Shrouded in a Disillusionment charm, she moved across the grounds like a ghost, even in her favourite platform boots. Some people had a tendency to sneak, even as they wore the charm. It was subconscious, a lot of the time. But not Harper. She had enough faith to know that as long as she wasn't stupid about it, she'd go undetected. Just like the Shack itself.

The noise when she opened the door never failed to daze her a little. The sounds, the sights. And evidently, she was a little more than fashionably late. The party was in full swing, and she'd just had time to return her drinks to their regular size when she spotted a bedraggled fifth year, clutching onto her friend, looking very overwhelmed and frightened.

"First time?" Harper called as she reached them. The more sober of the two nodded as her friend swayed where she stood. "Yeah. Happened to all of us. Come on, let's get you two some fresh air."

It seemed like that was how she inevitably spent her evening. Helping scared kids out to get some fresh air. Reassuring that couple that, no, nobody had ever died from taking Teddy's drugs. They'd had hangovers that might have made them wish otherwise, but they'd all emerged alive. Dragging people away from fights. By the time she saw Juniper, she'd only managed to have a few mouthfuls out of her Firewhiskey. She cut through the crowd to her favourite Ravenclaw, looping an arm around her waist. "Hey, babes!" She called. "What'd I miss? You want some Firewiskey? I've got Bungbarrel here too!" She added. She was still an inch or two shorter than Juniper, even in her boots.

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Character Portrait: Juniper Chang Character Portrait: Rose Weasley Character Portrait: Harper Flitwick

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Rose was mid-hit when she spotted Juniper. She bounced through the crowd with such vigor, Rose couldn’t help but watch. A small smile creeped across Rose’s lips as she exhaled the puff of weed. Her hair reminded Rose of the rich soil of the valleys after spring rains, almost black in the shadows, but when she stepped into the lights it was a rich brown. With each stride the strands tumbled, reflecting the colorful glowing lights. Rose’s eyes traveled down the expanse of Juniper’s face, examining every delicate features. Her lips were a pale pink that reminded Rose of delicate hyacinth petals. Her top lip was thinner, but not too thin, and it had a natural cupid's bow; the bottom one was larger and more plush. Her eyes were the color of hot chocolate and when they aimed at Rose they wrap around her like a blanket, engulfing her in warmth. They were deep pools of dark-cinnamon swirls that held the heaviness of one thousand untold stories. They consisted of raw emotion and if you observe closely…and then Juni winked at her, her smile full of mischief and intoxication. Rose felt her face heat, and for a moment she was taken aback.

‘What a minx.’ Rose thought to herself with a grin. She considered asking her to dance for a moment, but as if Kins had read her mind, she was hanging off of Juni like a loose fitting coat…and Rose was not one to compete. She would not be second fiddle to anyone, even the breathtaking Kingsley Shacklebolt, she valued herself entirely too much. Besides, Kins was her girl, she wasn’t gonna step on her stomping grounds so to speak….But Rose also knew Kins pretty well, and she was a beast of her own, and Rose meant that in the best of ways. She watched as Juni and Kins made their way to the far side of the shack and went outside to the romantic nook Rose had set up specifically for snogging.

“Well damn.” Rose blew out a puff of hair in frustration before she took another hit and turned to examine her handy work once more. Juni and Kins returned not long after and it did not take a Ravenclaw to figure out what happened. Things did not go well….or maybe too well? Rose scooted closer to Juni.

“You good?” She asked over the thumping music.

“I mean, really…suck it up buttercup. No Debbie downers at my party.” She said with a playful grin as she bumped Juni’s hip. Rose herself had once had a taste of the drug named Kingsley. She had fancied herself in love with the dark-skinned beauty at one point. It was all heat and rebellion. Silly really, a unruly phase, however it had led to their fairly close friendship though, and for that she was thankful. Kins was adventure in witch form.

Standing there with sweaty palms and her joint almost gone Juniper took a few more puffs to finish it off before making the filter disappear with a pop. Non of that littering, save the planet and all that. She was thrown from fire into water and a drink did sound good right about now or several. From the corner of her peripheral Juniper caught sight of lovely red. It was her roommate and good friend rose. She tried putting on a smile for her but it was dejected. "Yeah.. I'm okay." she commented, before Rose bumped her with her hip.

The contact made her think back to the witch she was just with... Her being with Teddy, Juniper didn't want to come in between that but she also couldn't stay away from Kingsley, it wasn't possible for her. Even if she does have to push down those feelings. Suddenly Roses words rung back into her ears. She does need to toughen up or at least let go instead. Let go for tonight and try not to think of what just happened outside. Her attention was fully on Rose now. Beautiful bright blue eyes and all.


Rose became distracted by the lights again, this time, no scrutiny crossed her mind. She felt at peace as the song’s tempo, and copious amounts of Moondew laced weed, lulled her into a happy trance. A new song started and the music washed over like the waves filling holes in beach sand; the sound rushing in and around every person in the room. Some reacted to the beat, others continue to chatter, and yet Rose could tell it spoke to them in some manner as they swayed gently. Rose smiled, before the notes filled the air every person was an island, as the tempo picked up, it was as if they all moved together and it brought Rose warmth.

A more genuine smile crossed her lips. Rose was usually there for her, usually the last one she'd talk to before bed since they shared the same room. A slim arm reached up gently taking the joint from between Roses lips and putting it against hers. She pulled, held it in letting her head get cloudy then exhaled the cloud high above the dancing bodies.

"Hey you," Juniper said, turning her body completely to face rose, joint once again hanging off her lips with a grin.

"Dance with me rose petal?" Her hand outstretched, wrapping her gentle fingers around the Red heads own fingers and pulling her towards the dance floor.

"I won't bite much, I promise." She half laughed, getting back into the groove of things.


Before Rose could accept the dance, another dark haired beauty stole her attention, wrapping her arms around Juni’s waste. Rose quirked an eyebrow and watched with interest and slight frustration.

"Hey, babes! What'd I miss? You want some Firewiskey? I've got Bungbarrel here too!"She added.


“I am going to get a drink, when I get back you owe me a dance.” Rose said with a quick wink and a playful tap to Juni’s butt as she passed.

Juniper felt the warmth around her waist but could only slightly jump in reaction to Rose giving her butt a little slap. Her face went a bright red and she almost ended up following after the redhead but remembered she was glued in place at the moment. With her head properly floating in happy daze she looked towards Harper, her ex but still considered a dear friend. A playful smile over took her as she laced her arm around Harpers shoulder, letting the bass shake her from the inside out.

"Mmm, why not both?"




(thank you to NotWhatYouThink for the collab)



Piper Longbottom
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In the six years Piper Longbottom had been at Hogwarts, she had never, and she meant N E V E R, been to a party. Not because she had no interest, more like because the party throwers had no interest in her. This year was no different, she hadn’t technically been ‘invited’ per say, but she was here, and she was going to have fun. She was not a wild child so to speak, or so she thought, until she entered the shrieking Shack.

Piper stared at the shack in awe; the Ravenclaw, Rose, had outdone herself. The lights where entrancing, like the norther lights had been conjured at her command…and yet it was the music that drew her in, out of her hesitant stance next to the door. The music felt as if it was teaching her brain how to flow, how to be so peaceful. It's as if the slowly changing tones touched different parts, a sort of auditory massage for her mind. The lyrics swam through her cerebral cortex like a beautiful waking dream, the notes relaxed her, which enabled the song to call to her entire being.

She skirted the edge of the party watching the bodies move together in a trance like fashion. She was fascinated. Someone, a Slytherin, approached her with a charming smile, and offered her something that smelled like skunk and freedom all at once. She shook her head, declining politely, however that did not seem to be the right thing to do. As if she had spoke ill of his mother, he grabbed her arm before she could retreat. It wasn’t a painful grip, and yet Piper found herself slightly frightened when he leaned in closer.

“Your Longbottom’s daughter, aren’t you? Here to snitch bitch?” He yelled in her ear, over the throbbing music. Rage reared its ugly head at the name of her father. As if being a Longbottom was a bad thing! She tried to swallow that anger but it grew in her belly until it came out as hot as any dragon had ever flamed. She wanted to burn him to ash.

“How long did it take you to think of that one you decrepit Neanderthal. Remove your hands before I remove them for you, or better yet before I turn your pants into a port key.” Piper snarled in a fashion she had never done before. All her years at Hogwarts where plagued by her Father. She loved him dearly, but if there ever was a helicopter father, it was Neville Longbottom.

“What are you going to do, tell your daddy? I could be your daddy for tonight” he said as his grip tightened, and his smile becoming more menacing. She yanked her arm away with a roll of her eyes. She summoned ever ounce of her courage and glared as menacingly as she could at the offensive boy.

“With no respect, and all offence meant, you literally look like a rat transfiguration spell gone wrong, so if you could please just go insult a Hypogriff or something, that would be great.” She said as she took a quick step back. The Slytherin’s face contorted with rage and he stepped towards her. She backed up a step, and felt a sense of frustration as she did. She hated giving ground and she knew, no matter what she did, this was not going to end well for her.

“Seriously, please just shove off.” She said resigned.

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Character Portrait: Juniper Chang Character Portrait: Rose Weasley Character Portrait: Harper Flitwick

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Even if Harper wasn’t half as drunk as she wanted to be, she’d somehow managed to miss Rose’s presence there. She raised an eyebrow as Rose slapped Juniper’s butt, but Juniper’s reply made Harper grin. “Oh, now we’re talking!” She declared with a grin, handing Juni the bottle of Firewhiskey that was in her hand and pulling out a bottle of Bungbarrel out of her pocket. It grew back to normal size with just a wave of Harper’s wand, and she opened it with ease. She clinked it against Juniper’s bottle. “Cheers!” She declared, before knocking back a mouthful. Juniper gladly accepted the bottle with an added kiss to Harper’s cheek. “Cheers!” she smiled, knocking back a mouthful herself with some additional sips.

The heavy taste of cinnamon burned at the back of her throat but it wasn’t unpleasant. In fact, it's just what Juniper was looking for. The warm feeling that began to spread throughout her body started at her toes and up to the very pit of her stomach. A sensation she very much enjoyed. “Switch?” she asked, pulling Harper closer. “Or share?”

The mead was sweet and strong enough to give Harper a slight buzz, feeling as if she was just a little bit lighter. God, she’d missed this feeling. She just grinned at Juniper’s question, taking a moment to decide as the other girl pulled her closer. “Switch,” she decided, oddly craving the burn of Firewhiskey. Playfully, she grabbed the bottle from Juniper’s hand and took a swig, relishing the burn. “Did you miss me, Juni?” She asked teasingly as she held out the bottle of mead to her. “Or did you just miss my booze?” She added with a grin and a wink.

Juni grinned watching her drink, a small glint in her eyes. There was something about Harper's smile and little grins that still did something to Juniper. “Maybe.” she practically purred, wrapping her fingers around the bottle of mead. She took a heavy gulp, finding the sweet alcohol way more to her liking than the Firewhiskey at them moment. “I don’t know, your booze has treated me quite nicely.” she smirked, starting to sway to the beat and knocking back another gulp of the sweet Bungbarrel. “Are you just going to stand around or dance with me?” she teased, beckoning Harper closer with her finger as she moved deeper into the dance floor.

The heat of the whiskey was indistinguishable from the burn of the alcohol, the warmth of the dance floor. And Harper loved it, taking another mouthful out of the bottle without hesitation. She didn’t even fully realize she was doing it, but she mimicked Juni’s swaying, the pounding beat of the music starting to feel like her own heartbeat. As Juni beckoned her out deeper into the crowd, Harper followed without a second thought, putting her hands on Juni’s waist as she started to dance, not really caring about… anything right then and there.

Rose found herself at the Bar, ordering triples of Dragon Barrel Brandy. She downed the first two, and turned to face the crowd again as she sipped the third. Her eyes tracked the movement of Juni and Harper instinctually.

Every time she saw Harper’s hand graze Juni she felt a searing irritation. She wanted to hate her… She realized immediately that those feelings were her own problem. It was her envy. All Harper did was stand there looking athletic with a smile that could light up the world. Damn, she hated the prospect of losing, but she couldn’t win if she didn’t play the game. She laughed lightly to herself and tossed the rest of her drink back. She felt the drink and smoke starting to affect her, and she was grateful. It was like liquid courage being injected right into her blood stream – It was just enough to make her tingle and start to move her body, her sensuality bursting through her. She started into the jungle that was pulsing bodies. She spotted Juni through the crowd and grinned devilishly. If she was going to play, she was going to win.

She approached the pair and slid her hands around Juni’s waist, effectively making a Juni sandwich as they moved to the rhythm.

“Didn’t want to wait for me huh?” She called to Juni over the music with a pout before she took the bottle in her hand with a grin. She took a swig of the bottle before making it dissipate. The music changed tempo and Rose grinned.

The feeling of having one body against her made Juniper close her eyes and lean back into Harper. Now that there was suddenly another she opened her eyes to meet with blue ones. Intense and deep… focused. Just looking into them for a few seconds made Juni dizzy but she liked it? “I..I did-” she tried to stammer out softly, underneath the noise around them and thumping bass.

“Oh well, I’ll just have to cut in.” Rose said with a grin as she took Juni’s hand and twirled her out, then back in, directly into her arms. She dipped the dark haired girl, years of dance class ensured it was an elegant movement. She winked at Juni as she brought her back up and swayed with her for a moment.

“But then, it wouldn’t be fair to leave dear Harper out…” She teased with a grin as she extended her hand to Harper.

Okay yeah, Juniper really liked it. That air of confidence that surrounded Rose was stirring up something in her emotions. She couldn’t put her finger on it in the moment but it made her feel bolder herself and incredibly happy. Like if she looked directly at the redhead Juni probably couldn’t stop herself from smiling.

The appearance of Rose took Harper aback for a moment. Somewhere, in the back of her mind, there was a spark of annoyance at the interruption, at someone stealing Juni away from her. But the burn of the Firewhiskey distracted her, mellowed her. But even still, she raised an eyebrow. “I’ve never been the best at sharing, Rose. You might need to convince me why I should,” she said, taking a step closer. In her head, spells and charms were running through her head, just in case. Just in case Rose overstepped a mark.

Rose was slightly taken aback by Harper’s words. Convince her huh? She watched Harper’s face for a moment, recognizing her attempt to be ready for a fight. It almost made Rose laugh out loud. One of the many precautions she had taken before the party was to ward the shack against aggression based spells and charms. If Harper wanted to step to her, she would have to do it the old fashioned way.

The beat changed again, and Rose made a mental note to slow down the rotation for the next party. Music poured into the room, sounding like the most beautiful noise she’d ever heard. He closed her eyes and fell into the music, momentarily shutting out the world around her and she just... Let go. Of everything. She allowed the darkness she felt swallow her whole for a little while. The music felt like it was flowing through her veins. When she opened her glacier blue eyes, they focused solely on Harper.

“Oh baby girl…” Rose said, amusement seeping into her voice as she felt her inner Alpha flex her well-kept claws. She shook her head with a small laugh.

“A few things boo, I can see on your face you think the offer was to share Juni, but I can’t make that offer, you know, since it’s her body and all.” Rose said as she flipped her bouncy vibrant red curls over her shoulder and nodded to Juni out of respect before she focused on Harper again.

Seduction was what Rose did best, moving into Harper's personal space with just the right look of heat in her eyes. She didn't just look at her prey, she looked into her, as if she knew her desires. She ran a delicate finger down the length of Harper’s arm. Rose was poised, just the right blend of being relaxed and yet full of sexual tension.

With a quick movement, she had Harper in her arms, she spun her delicately out and then back in, so she was pressed tightly against Rose’s body, curves against curves.

“I don’t ‘prove’ myself to anyone, you either know my worth or you don’t boo.” She breathed into the other girls ear as she dipped her, much like she had Juni, though she held Harper a minute longer.

“but next time you think about me, remember, redheads do it better.” Rose said her voice taking on a hard edge and her eyes darkening like an arctic blast. She brought Harper back to her feet and stepped away. She tapped a well-manicured finger on her bottom lip as if thinking.

“But if you don’t want to play Harper, Honey…That’s a damn shame, and a waste of a perfectly good opportunity” Rose said with a fake pout on her full lips.

Harper had known from the moment Rose had flipped her hair what her tactic was going to be. That spark of annoyance flared in Harper’s stomach again, but before she could say or do anything, Rose had Harper in her arms. Harper wasn’t into Rose like that. She was too uptight, too rigid. In fact, Harper relished in ruining Rose’s day from time to time. But the way she looked at Harper, as if she was searching her, figuring her out… well that nearly made Harper change her damn drunk mind.

And then Rose’s tone changed and she was put back on her feet and brought back to her senses. She took one look at Juni and deciding it wasn’t worth it. But it didn’t mean she couldn’t play. She took a step closer to Rose, so their bodies were touching again. She could stare directly into Rose’s eyes, and she held that gaze for a few seconds, before running a finger along Rose’s jaw, landing on her chin, as if to tilt her head. Then Harper grinned.

“Oh, honey,” she mocked. “Did you plan all that out in that little diary of yours? I’d hate to… ruin your plans. But darling... you’re just not worth it.” On that note, she blew a kiss, winked at Juni, and strode away, taking a mouthful of Firewhiskey as she did.

Watching things unfold from front row Juniper stood a step back. The tension she felt now, she didn’t want a fight to maybe break out at the party. Especially on its first day. Or was that a good thing? A party to remember, right? There was a student walking by with three shots. Of what Juniper didn’t know. She just reached out and plucked the one he held in his left hand then shot it back.

The unexpected harsh burn at the back of her throat caught her off guard. It was white rat whiskey with a little something else. Juniper gave out two small coughs and the guy stared at her wide-eyed. “You just drank my pixie-rate bomb!” he shouted over the music. The boy honestly sounded and looked more surprised with a tinge of awe than angry like she thought he’d be. “It was mine but it looks like you're gonna have a better night.” he laughed, pushing his way through the crowd to where he was originally going.

Suddenly colors were much more vibrant, a beautiful kaleidoscope of different hues and dancing bodies in her vicinity. The music shook her body to the core and it was amazing. Pixie dust was one hell of a drug Juniper rarely messed with. She was more of a weed person but the shimmering dust was something else. By the time Juniper broke out of her high wonder Harper was on Rose.

Mine. It was a feeling that came out of nowhere but she didn’t question it.

Taking a step forward and with the bass in her ears, she was going to reach out to Harper but stepped back instead. At the moment she thought it. Harper ended up turning to leave, the wink and kiss still making Juniper smile a little, enough. She blinked twice her eyes focusing the firey red in front of her.

Rose laughed, a deep belly rolling laugh, the hilarity of the situation getting the best of her.

“Oh dear, Juni your Ex is just delightfully adorable,” Rose said, meaning it as a compliment. She truly admired the other girls gumption, however, she was aware the Harper was no real threat to her.

That laugh, with the background pulsing to her and the colors, really getting to her, especially Roses, that laugh made her feel ...happy and bold. “Mmm, yes she is.” Juniper agreed. Harper is both adorable and delightful when she wants to be, but right now her full focus was on the Weasley in front of her. Juniper came in close, loving the little height difference between the two. She placed her hands on Roses sides before sliding them down to her waist, pulling her in. “So about that dance?”




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