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blind dates

[attr="class","reasonsmallvalentina"]happy valentine's day, little gossips - enjoy this treat, courtesy of vexed magazine. love, valentina de la vega

[attr="class","reasonbodvalentina"]Everyone’s favorite subject at Hogwarts is making a god-awful return tonight. Lucky for you, lovers, we’ve made tonight’s lesson pretty easy.

Walking into the Cauldron Shop, you’re greeted by a familiar scent from your childhood. Although you lack magic, it appears you’re not brewing a potion at all. Instead, you’ll be working on your own brew. Beer, that is. On the table, you’ll find everything you need to create a delightful, one-of-a-kind beer that will tingle your senses. Feeling adventurous? Add chocolate or fruity notes. Or, if you prefer, stay safe in the land of citrus and hops.

Worst comes to worst, you can always feed each other love potion and see how the night goes after that, right?

[attr="class","reasontagvalentina"]WELCOME TO YOUR BLIND DATE Elizaveta Zhivanevskaya + @faith

[attr="class","credvalentina"]MADE BY VEL OF WW + ADOX 2.0

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I Can't stop drinking about
_{gotta numb the pain}

Faith was unsure of how this was going to go. She was excited because the idea of someone else setting her up was a fun one, but at the same time, she worried that she could be set up with a purist and instead of a hot date that might end at her flat, she might end up being tortured and she didn’t really want that by a long shot. She was slowly learning to keep her mouth shut and keep her sass to herself when certain folk were around, and when she could speak her mind. She knew who her friends were and who they weren’t and frankly, she needed more. She needed to get out more and do things, go places, but it was kind of hard at times to do the things that she wanted to do.

She hoped that she could just let all of this nonsense go and that she would be freed from her stupid job soon. She had a little money now, thanks to her Da. She was weary of the things that people said and did these days but being a muggle-born these days pretty much made that impossible… She was beyond the lowest of the low. She wasn’t even scum. She was an amoeba, on a flea, on a rat. She could not be more useless or a bigger piece of shit if she tried, but she pushed on anyway because they could kiss her ass.

She was not going to change anything about herself, she was still who she was at the end of the day, all she was doing was surviving and as long as she made it back to her apartment at the end of the day that was all that she cared about. She just wanted to make it through this then she could do and go and be whatever she wanted. However, in the midst of it all, she had to live, which was why she did this. She would never give up on herself, or on those who wanted to be around her. No matter how much her heart might yearn for someone else, she knew that she couldn’t do that forever, and if it wasn’t something that she could do believably, then she was just going to have to move on. She was going to have to form her own world all over again, around someone who could see that she cared about them, and wanted her… if she could even find someone who wanted someone like her. But, who wouldn’t want someone like her? She was fucking awesome.
She smirked and tossed her hair as she pulled her tank top down a little more to cover the fresh tattoo on her back a little more and then stepped into the place.

She looked around for a moment when she saw the blonde hair and she smiled softly. ”Oh, hello there.”

tag: Elizaveta Zhivanevskaya // words: 487 // OUTFIT

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[attr="class","title-elizaveta"]YULIYA, what can you see in him?

[attr="class","subtitle-elizaveta"]And there's nothing that I can see
No unified theory
That will convince me
That you are happy

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Elizaveta had spoken with Sera about doing this, had joked about accidentally being set up with a parent or an older sibling. They'd had a good laugh about it, but the very real concern was there that she'd find herself face to face with a parent. Sera had joked about being face to face with their head teacher, which was far worse, almost, because she was still three years too young to try to transfer to Peverell.

Admittedly, she was a bit more worried about finding out she was with one of the older teachers who still hadn't let her break into their friendships, or somehow, one of Aveline's brothers. Not that she'd thought they would lower themselves to this, or whatever was in their snotty little heads, but her meeting the other week with Aveline had gone. . . exceedingly interestingly, was the way to put it, maybe.

She wasn't hard and cold like Willa, and so she'd been thinking that she could get along relatively well with people. She'd pushed her cousin to do the speed-dating, and Willa had agreed for the free food only. She'd had some people who loved her growing up, and sure, maybe her dad was killed when she was two, and her mum and grandparents and aunt-- but you know, that was the drama and angst she didn't what to go into today. She'd loved her aunt, and she'd been relieved when Iolanthe died, even though she'd technically been on her own then. But that was life, wasn't it? Some people died, some people lived.

But better. . .no, not better. How was it to say better my family had died than be enslaved? Her dedushka and babushka were muggle-borns after all, and tetya Rozochka hadn't had magic. Her mother had, but Roza and her mama would have been considered Muggleborns as well. But her father had been a so-called pureblood, and his mother was some pretty awful, so she was able to be free-- relatively, at least, because she was paycheck-to-paycheck. Money was the only thing holding her back, most of the time, not being enslaved, at least.

She glanced up at the person who walked through the doors and her eyebrows raised. "Hey-- I. . . sort of knew you, didn't I? Your face is familiar."

[attr="class","tags1"]☆ @faith , 380 words, outfit ☆

[attr="class","credz1"]❤fai

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I Can't stop drinking about
_{gotta numb the pain}

Living wild and free had been a gift that she had been too blind to see, and it was too late to go back now and change things. She wanted to go back to Hogwarts, she wanted to go back and change things; maybe she could have run, or maybe she could have left the world that they were living in, but she wasn't sure that she could even if she wanted to. It would mean leaving so much behind, it would mean leaving so many behind, and she didn't want that. She didn't need that on her mind, on her conscious. How could she leave Bee like that or the others? She wasn't one of those people who felt things easily and she never really ever caught feelings, so the idea of having her date chosen by someone else, well... Faith wasn't all that excited about it, but she needed to get out. She needed to try and find some kind of life that didn't revolve around being treated like she was a piece of dirt.

Of course, she knew that not everyone did this, and not everyone was going to make her hate herself and her life, but this was where she stood. It was where life had lead her and she could give up and let the tides take her away. She was not that kind of person and she did not give up, so here she was, and here she would stay. She would not give up or give in. She thought that finding some kind of happiness in this mess might work, but she knew too how her brain worked and it would not be long before the fear of losing anything that was worth a damn took over.

she looked at the woman and tucked some of her red hair behind her ear before looking her over and thinking for a moment. "Wait, yeah. You were either in my year or the one under me! I was in Gryffindor though, and you..... were a Ravenclaw?"

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