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Why do I always miss good shit? Fuck you people.

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Roo sounds like the Australian first year Harry Potter.

Wow, you all went pretty far with this, sounds fun tho. (I congratulate you and your wonderful voice Roo)

In other words, we're all insane.

No idea what you're talking about.

Ooo wrote:

The shy stutterers. They’re awkward, they can’t speak, like christ, it would annoy you so fucking much if it wasn’t in RP, you’re lucky you don’t have to hear them IRL. They generally get walls of text explaining what they’re actually feeling inside, but as an RPer rp-ing with this character, you have to try so hard to make sure that your character doesn’t know things OOC.

Ooo wrote:

The bitches. They’re confident, they know they’re on top. Characterised by picking fights for no fucking reason at all, and IRL they would have gone to Juvie. Usually they have some sad-ish backstory involving daddy issues, but it’s only touched on when they’re having a shit day (or the rper remembers).

Ooo wrote:

The playboy/girls. They’re hot shit. They flirts with the girls, and/or boys. They whips out corny pick up lines, or make moves on you way too quick but it some how works. You ship your characters with them, but in reality, if anyone was like this to you, you’d run for the hills. It’s borderline harassment, really.

There was something beautiful in the way they found each other. They were both so afraid to love, and yet they couldn't stop themselves from loving one another. Kimply was really the only one that truly saw Evelyn, and in a way Evelyn was the only one that truly saw Kimply. She was loud and fierce and at times too much, while Evelyn was everything her opposite.

It didn't really start until after Jace left for Europe. Evelyn had found solace in the bottle and while Kimply tried to do everything in her power to be there for her friend, in her eyes it was never enough. So instead of preventing Evelyn, Kimply decided it was best to simply be there for her to make sure she didn't do anything she'd regret. After all, everyone needed a drinking buddy.




Evelyn was grasping the bottle of Fireball tightly when Kimply knocked on her door. Her eyes widened and she looked around for a place to hide it. "H-hold on!" She put the bottle in her bedside table drawer with all the others. Empty bottles of rum and vodka clattered around as she opened and closed the drawer, and Evelyn winced. That would be hard to explain. She stood up and opened the door, peering out to where just a sliver of her face was visible. "Y-yes?"

Kimply couldn't help but smile at how adorable her best friend was. "Let me in?" She asked softly.

Evelyn couldn't really say no, so she opened the door and sat on her bed, looking at her friend curiously. Kimply was really the only person she was truly comfortable around. And Jace. She had been comfortable around Jace. Shoving the thought out of her head, she waited for Kimply to speak. When she didn't say anything, Evelyn waited a moment before giving in. "W-w-what do y-you need?"

Kimply had just been walking around the room, looking at everything with a casual air to her. Her pacing did nothing but set Evelyn ever more on edge. Stopping by the bedside table, Kimply looked at it with a melancholy glow to her eyes before opening it and pulling out the bottle of fireball. Evelyn's eyes widened and she stood, attempting to explain herself but falling on her words more than usual. Kimply held out a hand to silence her. "Drink with me, yeah? You're not the only one who needs a break every now and then."

This was not where Evelyn had been expecting this to go, but it was better than Kimply scolding her for drinking. So she knew. So she was okay with it. She could live with that. "Al-alright. If you can hold y-your liquor..." She joked lightly, and Kimply smiled softly. "I'll do my best." She said, sitting down beside the other girl on the bed and taking a swig of the cinnamon whiskey. Immediately she started coughing and handed the bottle to Evelyn who couldn't help giggle while she watched her friend struggle to deal with the drink. While she watched, she took a sip, uneffected. At this point, she was used to the burn.

"Y-you good, Kimp?" She asked, placing a hand on the girls back, who nodded and attempted to play it off casually. "Something in my throat, is all. Here, let me wash it down." She took the bottle and this time handled it much better than before. Soon, they started handing it off in turn until Evelyn finished the last sip from the bottle, leaving them both comfortably drunk.

"I-I m-m-miss him." Evelyn started after a few minutes of silence. She was drowning in her sorrows, her mind playing back the times she'd spent with Jace. Kimply sighed. She was a happy drunk, and somehow she didn't think her optimism would be welcome here. She slung an arm around Eve's shoulders, pulling her close. They were so close, she could smell the fireball on her friend's breath. Or was that her's? They were mingled together anyway.

"Boys are shit, Eve. All the ever do is walk out on you and forget about you and talk about sports, it's terrible. You don't need boys. Boys are the fucking worse. You know what you need? Friends. Friends are always there for you. Friends don't leave you to cry for 14 years of your life and then decide to be shitty once you find them." Maybe Kimply was a sad drunk after all. She shook her head to clear her thoughts. Turning her head, she realized how close she was to Evelyn. Her breathe caught in her throat. "We only need each other, Eve."

Evelyn didn't really know what to say. She just stared at Kimply with wide eyes. It wasn't really Jace's fault he left, she told herself. But at the same time, he wasn't here right now. When she needed him. But Kimply was there. Kimply was always there. She was the only person who saw her for who she truly was. In fact, she was the only person who saw her at all. And that had to mean something. In the back of her mind she told herself it was just the whiskey talking, but in reality she knew better. These feelings had always been there, she just wasn't ready to face them. Perhaps now she was. "K-Kimply I-I-"

When they looked back on it, neither was quite sure who started the kiss. One moment they were looking at each other with wide eyes and the next their lips were touching. It was soft lips on soft lips in a gentle, sweet first kiss. Kimply could honestly say she'd never felt anything like this before. She had kissed plenty of boys, and she wasn't sure if this was so much better because it was a girl, or because it was the girl she loved.

Evelyn deepened the kiss quickly, her eyes shut tight as she let herself be submerged in the moment. In one quick movement, she turned and threw her leg over Kimply's lap, straddling the girl. Kimply gasped in surprise, giving Evelyn the opportunity to lick her bottom lip and the push her tongue into Kimply's mouth. The pink haired girl couldn't hold back the slight moan as her hands roamed up Evelyn's back with a mind of their own. She tangled her hands in Evelyn's hair and pulled gently, gaining control of the kiss. Stars shot behind Evelyn's eyes, whether it was from the pain, the pleasure, or the liquor, she couldn't tell.

Pulling back, Kimply looked into the other girl's eyes, searching for something. "Is this okay?" She asked, and the world seemed to stop around them while they stayed in their little bubble.

Evelyn paused, thinking about it. For a moment, Jace came to her mind, but she shoved the thought away. He wasn't here. Kimply was. And in that moment that's all that mattered. She smiled softly, nodding her response. Then she turned her attention to Kimply's shirt, looking up for permission. Kimply nodded, and Evelyn slowly began unbuttoning her top with shaky hands.

There were giggles and bright eyes as clothes started coming off, and it was something neither of them had ever experienced. There was a moment of confusion when the clothes finally did come off. After all, neither had done this before and they weren't quite sure how to go about it. Kimply took a moment to admire Evelyn's body before deciding she wanted to do everything in her power to make the girl feel good. After all, that's why she was here. She gently pushed on the purple eyed girl until she laid against the bed with Kimply above her. "You okay?" She asked, looking for any regret in the eyes of the girl under her.

"P-please." Evelyn responded softly, nodding, and that's all Kimply needed. She travelled down Evelyn's body, leaving a trail of kisses and hickeys in her path. She took a moment to appreciate each boob, kissing and fondling them while Evelyn squirmed underneath her touch. Then she moved lower, until she reached her panties. Purple with a little white bow, which Kimply couldn't help take a moment to appreciate how cute they were. "It's a shame you're going to get these so wet, Eve." She murmured, looking up and meeting the eyes of her friend. Holding her gaze, she leaned lower and began kissing up and down each thigh. "S-stop teasing." Evelyn was getting impatient, and Kimply was nothing if not a tease. She wasn't surprised it transitioned to the bedroom as well.

Kimply briefly considered making the girl beg for it, but this was about Evelyn tonight. If she had the pleasure of getting another chance at this, she'd certainly tease Evelyn until she begged. But until then, she slowly pulled the underwear down, over Evelyn's cute butt and down her soft pale legs. She then leaned down and dragged her tongue along Evelyn's inner folds, finally getting to work. Her tongue worked against her clitoris, flicking at it and Evelyn couldn't stop herself from moaning and bucking up. Kimply took a moment to tie her hair up and place her arm against Eve's stomach, holding her in place before she went down again.

This time, her other hand got to work as well. While her tongue worked the clit, Kimply began fingering the girl below her. Slowly at first, before she quicked the speed and added another finger. She had to push down to keep the other girl from bucking up and breaking Kimply's nose.

At this point Evelyn couldn't stop her moans, and Kimply briefly worried about Ethan hearing them, but that was in the back of her mind. She was too drunk and too horny to care about much else in the moment that didn't involve getting Evelyn to come. Her hand was cramping up, and she came up with an alternative solution. "Eve, babe. Sit on my face." After all, she'd always wanted to try this.

Evelyn paused, but she was really too far gone to care at this point. She crawled over to Kimply who laid herself down and straddled the pink haired girl's face. She really looked beautiful like this. Kimply immediately grabbed Evelyn's thighs and went to work, her tongue working at the vagina. Evelyn gently rocked, lost in the pleasure, her clit occasionally hitting Kimply's nose and sending sparks of pleasure through her body. She was on cloud nine, her breath coming out in short bursts and quiet moans. Then she was silent as she held her breath and reached her climax. Kimply helped her ride through it, and after a moment Evelyn moved away from Kimply's face. She sat up, a dazed look in her eye, part from the sex and part from the whiskey.

They both looked at each other for a while, content with just being there. Then, Evelyn moved in for a kiss. She pulled away when she tasted herself on her lips and giggled, surprised. "N-next time, I'll take care of you... Y-yeah?" Kimply couldn't do much more than nod, and she pulled herself and Evelyn under the covers and spooned the other girl. She drifted off to sleep with the promise of a next time fresh in her mind. And if she was lucky, a time after that. And a time after that. And maybe, just maybe, they'd have forever.

It had been so long, almost too long, since that night at the Shrieking Shack. The howls that had been heard there were the talk of the school for over a week since their occurrence, the students of Beata unable to contain themselves. Despite all the talk and rumors, there were two students that seemed either unable or unwilling to share in the gossip, something that should have been a tip off but to the oblivious other students, it was just in their nature.

Roo was having a hard time keeping everything that had happened to herself. She couldn’t forget the feeling of being with Rainy, the feeling of losing herself to all of those feelings, the feeling of losing herself inside the love of her life. Her attention was slipping in classes, her grades started slipping, but she didn’t care. The mere thought of that night was fresh in her mind.

Rainy, however, couldn’t be more conflicted. Everything felt so right with Roo, felt so good. It was the best night she had spent with anyone. Sure, the explaining to Wild the next day was difficult, and she had to dodge questions from her friends all afternoon, avoiding everything she could in order to keep suspicion away from Roo and on her. Wild was curious, but he was kind enough to not press the issue. But just like Roo, although she didn’t know it, her own grades were slipping and she was struggling to pay attention. She was also losing sleep. It was becoming harder and harder to keep up her appearance, doing her hair and makeup every day in a way she never would have guessed she could have, looking up YouTube tutorials even though the internet was blocked at school, struggling to stay awake long enough to eat breakfast and appear human.

The Hufflepuff couldn’t help it. Every time she thought about or saw Roo, she kept remembering the whole night. The feel of Roo inside her was unforgettable, the confession she had never thought was coming, the feeling of coming again and again because of the pleasure she was feeling. It turned her cheeks red more times than she could count, making it difficult to keep everything from Wild.

Wild.

She couldn’t hurt him, she didn’t want to. After all, he was so good to her, and he was so perfect and sweet and kind. He was such a good person and he didn’t deserve to be hurt. But Roo.

Rainy didn’t go to their writing club that week. She couldn’t face Roo again, not when she was so unstable and ready to fall for anything. Gosh, if she could just get a fresh start, maybe experience some kind of head trauma and forget everyone and have to go home and never see anyone again. Yeah, that might work. Did the Obliviate charm work if you used it on yourself? She decided on researching that later.

For now, however, she was crammed into a stall in the third floor girl’s bathroom, seated on the toilet with her feet pulled up, awkwardly trying not to slip off the seat or let her robes fall in the water. No tears were in her eyes, no physical signs of stress on her face, although her stomach was turning so fast it felt like Mount trying to apologize for things. There was no way she could avoid things forever. Roo wanted to know if they could be together forever like destiny demanded and Wild deserved to know the truth about what had happened, especially when they hadn’t done so much as kissed for longer than two minutes. She and Roo had spent the whole night together, learning more intimate things than they even knew about themselves. They shared a connection deeper than any she had ever witnessed, both physically and emotionally. There was graffiti on the stall wall that said “RAYN IZ A SLUT !!” She had to agree.

As the girl finally steeled herself to leave the stall, she heard the sound of someone else entering the restroom, entering their own stall. She couldn’t leave now. She was supposed to be in class. What if it was a prefect? Or worse, a teacher? Trapped here, frozen midway to getting off the seat, Rainy froze, listening hard to the sounds of the other person. Silently, she waited to hear the normal sounds of someone preparing to use the bathroom for its intended purpose. Instead, she heard sniffling and shaky breaths, the unmistakable sounds of someone crying.

Well, crap. She was stuck here longer than she thought. The ever-increasing feeling of awkwardness at not being the only person in the bathroom started getting to Rain, as well as the strong sense that she should say something and offer help, maintaining the reputation of a 7th year Hufflepuff student. Curse the Sorting Hat for putting her there.

With a deep breath, she finally put her feet on the floor, the gentle movement making a soft tapping sound on the floor. Immediately, the sounds from the other stall stopped. Oh, dear, she’d made them uncomfortable. This wasn’t good at all. Slowly, painfully, as though she hadn’t just been about to reveal herself, she undid the lock on the door and pulled it open, the hinges creaking loudly and echoing off the tiled walls despite her silent begging for it to remain silent. The other person was completely silent, not even moving within their stall. It was now or never.

“Hello?”

Rainy’s unnaturally high-pitched voice rang through the bathroom, almost an exact mimic of the door that had creaked open. It made her cringe in embarrassment, but she listened for a response. There was a sniffle, but no voice responded, something that long ago would have told her to leave. She bit her lip before speaking again.

“Are you alright? Do you need anything?” she said, her voice returning to normal. There was a pause before she heard, “Rainy? Mate?”

Shit.

“Uh, yeah. Roo?”

There was a shuffling before the sound of another door being unlocked filled the room and the other stall door opened to reveal the Gryffindor Rainy couldn’t stop thinking about, her eyes red from crying, but a hopeful look on her face took away the sadness, causing Rainy’s heart to skip a beat. There she was. It had been too long. Her entire body ached at seeing her lover, wanting to be close to her again. It would be wrong to do it again, to be so intimate, especially when she had yet to tell Wild about anything that had happened. Was she being selfish? Keeping Roo to herself? Did she care?

What would Helga Hufflepuff have to say about this?

“Rainy, I--”

Before the Gryffindor could say much else, Rainy had grabbed her by the upper arms and pulled her close, pressing her lips to Roo’s. For a moment, the other girl didn’t respond, her cheeks still wet from crying and her body tensing, but she relaxed into the kiss, her hands easily finding Rainy’s waist and pulling her body flush against her own. The bathroom was silent for a long time, although Rainy’s mind was whirling. Now that she had Roo here, every one of her most primal instincts were coming to life. She wanted to beg for more, beg for the dirtiest most horrible things, and she would enjoy all of them, she knew it. Roo would take care of her. Just like last time…

“Wait,” Roo whispered, pausing with her nose brushing Rainy’s. The Hufflepuff let out a small whine, impatient but wanting to obey. Her hands roamed while Roo spoke, grabbing everywhere she could, pulling her lover closer. They had plenty of time before class was out, right? “Is this what you want? Because, mate, you’ve been avoiding me for the past 2 weeks and it’s really hurting my feelings. You’re still with Wild. What do you want?”

“You,” Rainy growled in Roo’s ear, her hands grasping fistfuls of her robes and pulling her even closer, if it were possible. They were in their element here, somehow, the faucet dripping providing a rhythm for their love making. A soft moan escaped Roo’s lips and she gripped Rainy’s wrist tightly, twisting it in a way that forced the other girl to crouch, her chin tilted so that she looked up into her master’s eyes.

“Then prove it,” she whispered back, her voice dangerously edgy. Eager to please, Rainy hurriedly gripped the edge of Roo’s skirt and pulled it down, revealing those boy shorts with the dizzyingly large bulge inside, a bulge that was rapidly becoming a tent that stood testament to Roo’s arousal. Roo pulled the elastic that was hold Rainy’s hair up, shaking it loose with a hand before lacing her fingers through the thick locks, using the girl’s hair as a stabilizer for herself, watching the girl fall to her knees and start kissing the bulge through the thin fabric, her hands holding Roo’s legs. She wanted Roo so desperately, but she wanted to please her, too, and pleasing her meant waiting her turn. This would be as hard as Roo’s cock.

Slowly, Rainy pulled down the last article of clothing separating her mouth from the delicious treat she wanted so badly, her mouth practically watering at the sight of the full erection. It made her knees weak and her hands shake. With a simper, she glanced up at Roo, who she could see was waiting with little patience. Not wanting to make her master wait any longer, Rainy readily put her mouth over the end and proceeded to push her head as far forward as she could. She had a bad gag reflex, but something about this situation was different. Her nose didn’t even reach the base of the shaft, and she pushed further, making a choking sound as the back of her throat was tickled.

Whatever she was doing seemed to be doing the trick for Roo. The Gryffindor was groaning as Rainy pulled her mouth away, a string of saliva stretching from her lips to the tip of the girl’s cock, evidence of how deep she was willing to go for their love. Several more times, Rainy engulfed the thick dick in her small mouth, her hand wrapping around the part of the shaft she couldn’t quite fit in her throat, making as much noise as possible since it seemed to really turn Roo on. As they settled into a rhythm, Roo started to move her own hips, doing a lot of the work for Rainy instead of making her move so much, despite that being the submissive’s job. Whatever worked for her master, she didn’t care.

Without much warning, she was dragged to her feet, Roo’s hand still gripping her by the hair, forcing her to turn around and bend over the counter. Rainy couldn’t help but groan happily, excited to finally experience some of the fun. Roo pulled Rainy’s skirt up, sliding the hem towards the girl’s ribcage, leaving only her lacy panties in the way. With no patience left in her quivering self, Roo merely pulled the thin fabric out of her way before guiding herself to Rainy’s wet entrance, the tight hole ready for the thick cock to fill it. And fill it it did.

“O-o-oh yeah,” moaned Rainy, her hands gripping the edge of the sink as Roo hardly waited for her to adjust. It wasn’t Rainy’s duty to be prepared for her master. It pleasured her master more to enter her when she wasn’t quite ready. She earned herself a slap on the rear for her noise. A quick learner, the Hufflepuff fell silent, biting her lip in an effort to keep sound from escaping, leaving all the sounds to Roo.

With each thrust, the Gryffindor filled Rainy entirely, the feeling almost painful but the pleasure far outweighing any discomfort, and Rainy stood with her legs spread enough to allow Roo the best access to her. Thrusting deep, hard, and fast, it didn’t take long for Roo to start grunting and moving erratically, every motion starting to lose coordination. Rainy wanted so badly to cry out for Roo to cum, but she couldn’t. The possible consequences far outweighed the rewards. Instead, she listened as Roo came with a howl similar to the last time, a warmth filling her insides and overflowing, dripping down her legs with a sickening slowness.

Just as she’d learned, Rainy detached herself and turned, dropping to her knees so fast she was sure she damaged them, but she didn’t care as she took Roo in her mouth once again, sucking every last drop of the deliciousness out and swallowing it like a good girl. Without hesitation, the moment Roo was sure she was clean, she pulled her underwear and skirt up. In the same motion, she pushed Rainy backwards towards the counter, grabbing her roughly at the waist and lifting her the small height to sit on the counter.

“For being such a good, obedient girl,” Roo said, her hands gripping Rainy’s thighs and sliding upwards, her thumbs following the inner thigh and stopping just before the sub’s panties, “I’ll give you a reward. Don’t get used to it.”

“Th-thank you,” Rainy gasped, barely getting the words out before Roo’s finger had entered her, starting to move in and out with the same aggression her cock had. In no time at all, there was a second finger with the first. Soft gasps and moans slipped from Rainy’s tongue; she would be allowed this time, right? It was her turn now.

Roo’s mouth found the smooth skin of her lover’s neck, kissing and biting and leaving marks everywhere, marking her territory. Rainy’s hands gripped Roo’s upper arms, her head thrown back as she let her master reward her. She had been a good girl, such a good girl, she deserved this, she’d pleasured her master…

While Roo’s fingers pumped in and out of Rainy, twisting and finding different speeds and occasionally curling upwards to extract a particularly rough grown, the Gryffindor’s other hand moved from her lover’s thigh and her thumb slid between Rainy’s folds, locating her clitoris and circling it slowly. It was all Rainy could do to sit still and allow her master to treat her like the queen.

Finally, she started reaching her climax, heat pooling in her region and the metaphorical coil within her starting to tighten. It was with a loud cry that she finally came around Roo’s fingers, her fingernails digging into her master’s shoulders. Once she had ridden out all the waves, Rainy relaxed, her legs feeling weak and a permanent smile on her face. What a mess they had made together.

“Promise me you’ll never say goodbye,” she murmured, pulling Roo close.

“I’ll never tell a lie and hurt you,” Roo promised, giving the most gentle kiss on Rainy’s lips.

And poor Wild still didn’t have a clue.