Alia Arora + wardrobe

It took every ounce of Priya’s will power not to scream at the top of her lungs. Out of pure happiness and pride, of course, because there Zach was, actually forming a freaking patronus. Truthfully, she was surprised it wasn’t a chipmunk or something tiny. But making a short joke right now was the last thing she thought to do. All Priya could do was jump in excitement and let out silent yells of excitement. She looked a bit like a fish on drugs, probably, but she didn’t care. “Zachariah Milkovich you fucking did it! You did it! You actually did it. I could scream. I am screaming! And it’s a dragon! How fucking badass is that? I am so proud of you!”

Zach was contently practicing one of the hardest spells to achieve—damn NEWTs, honestly. He hadn’t been able to achieve a full patronus exactly so he was kind of hoping to get there. “Expecto Patronum—oh shit.” And there it was, honestly, shooting right out of his wand; a dragon. Unmistakable. A dragon. “Wow, I must be wicked happy.” Which wasn’t really a lie. He’s definitely been happier these days. He followed it around with his eyes, a slow smile forming on his features before it disappeared in the air in front of the doorway of the empty classroom he was using—and someone was standing there, just watching. “How long’ve you been there? Did you see that?” Zach asked, because he was a bit on a high from finally being able to cast a real patronus. 

what is like…. the Point

Priya glanced over to the kid, brows knitted in confusion. “What did you do, Joshua?” She asked, assuming it had something to do with him.

“ yo, check it. ” joshua interrupted the light commotion on the table with a calculated, amused observation. “ that kid’s gonna’ meet that wall face-first. ”

“I wouldn’t even have waited for you to wake up, homie. You would’ve woken up to be slapping you and shrieking. I mean I’m sure that wouldn’t be the first time, but.” Priya shrugged, knowing too well that she’s a bit of a violent person and she’s not afraid to admit it. “Oh, I’d totally paint a dick on your face. That’s not even up for debate, buddy. No, I can’t blame you. But I’ll do it anyway, you know me.” Priya laughed at his reaction. Of course he’d like having a butterfly drawn on his face. “Thank you very much.” She picked up her brush , getting back into position to work. “I swear to god, Mason, if you mess up my masterpiece, I will fuck you up.” She started painting again, trying to press a bit harder so it didn’t tickle as much. “Nah, not yet. I’d have to knock him out to be able to do this. I’d think about giving him a sleeping potion or something, but that really sounds terrible and I’m not ready for people to think I did something weird when in reality I just wanted to paint his face. That’s all a girl wants in life. Specifically this girl.”

Okay, Priya had a point there. And she wouldn’t care if she left a mark on his face by hitting said bug. “True.” Mason scrunched his nose at her and shrugged exaggeratedly. “I—not exactly, no, but… I wouldn’t put it past you if you did paint a dick on my face. Honestly if there was a game where I had to guess who would do what to me, I’d guess you for painting a dick on my face, so… you can’t exactly blame me for jumping to that conclusion, can you?” Mason positively beamed, happy to hear of what she really painted. “Okay, fine. But now that I’m awake, I might be prone to laughing from the brush tickling my face. But go on, can’t wait to see what it looks like.” He even closed his eyes like he was getting a makeup application. “Have you done this to Zach yet? He wouldn’t be as calm as me. I think I’d laugh to see it.”

“Who the hell doesn’t know about Hamilton? Absolutely no one has shut up about it for ages. And I am totally here for it.” Priya took a moment to take in what he said, actually feeling her heart skip a beat. “Are you fucking with me? I swear to god if you’re fucking with me I will never talk to you again. You will never even see me again.”

“Wait, you know about Hamilton?” he’d been yet to meet another student here with as much of an interest in musicals as he had, and the thought that there was other musical trash was e x c i t i n g. “ DId you hear that they’re transferring it to West End next year?”

“If there was a bug, I would’ve hit it off of you by now,” Priya just watched as he tried to figure it out, trying to hold back a laugh. The makeup wasn’t as funny when he was sleeping, but something about seeing it as he was awake and moving made it a lot more comical. She grinned, picking up the brush again. “Oh, come on. I’m not that bad of a friend, am I?” She was, truthfully, but that wasn’t the point.  “No need for hexing, big guy. It’s a butterfly, not a dick. And it’s an unfinished butterfly, so if you’d be okay with it, I’d like to finish my masterpiece. It’s blue, if that helps. You’re a beautiful butterfly.”

“I—what, is there a bug?” Mason asked, and yet, he didn’t feel like there was a bug on his face. Usually that tickled, and sleeping outside had Mason being a bit of a pro with dealing that type of stuff. He even stood still, like he was ready for Priya to whip it away, but hadn’t she said to keep his hands away from his face? He looked at her with a hardened brow. “What are you doing to my face—the brush.” His eyes darted over to the brush in her hand and he narrowed his eyes. “Did you draw a dick on my face? I swear to god, Priya, if you did… I’ll hex you.” but he wouldn’t do anything, even with his attempt of a threat, because it just wasn’t in him. Plus, he and Priya were friends and this was harmless. He’d probably end up laughing in the end anyway. “

“Ohh, tell me more, tell me more. I mean, I already know way too much about it but tell me more. Musicals? American founding fathers? It’s really good, you promise? What more could someone want?”

“ If someone two years ago had told me I would eventually become obsessed with a musical about an American founding father, I would’ve thought they were off their rocker. But it’s really good, I p r o m i s e.”

Priya kept a steady grip on the brush, running it down the tip of his nose gently, trying not to wake him. For a while before breaking out the colorful cream makeup she considered the pro’s and con’s of painting Mason’s face while he was sleeping. In the end the pro’s won out. Priya didn’t even realize she was humming until he started stirring. She pulled the brush back, not wanting to mess up her artwork. “Morning, sleeping beauty. Don’t touch your face. Keep your hands away from it. And for your information, I didn’t mean to wake you up. I was happily working before this.”

Mason was doing his usual as always—helping out during his free time outside on the grounds to tend to the magical creatures. It was a passion of his, but it was a very tiring passion. He ended up sleeping up against the hut where the pumpkins were, on the grass, for some time until someone spoke to him enough for him to jump awake. “What? What happened? What’s happening?” He mumbled groggily before sitting up sleepily and looking up at the person. “I was comfortably napping, mind you, so I hope you have a good reason for interrupting it.” It wasn’t said rudely, but just teasingly, and he yawned and blinked, wondering how long he had napped outside today.

MY HIATUS ENDS TOMORROW AYYYY WHOS READY FOR MY ANNOYING ASS TO BE BACK?

Anyway this is a psa because people are confused af so @erincrowe is me on my new main account that I’ll ya know do all that stuff tomorrow when off hiatus but like just so you know thats me you know just in case I like something or say I’d die for you, you know

PSA

Zeli saved me i would die for them i love gay they’re my otp @zachmilkovich @elirosier THEY MAKE ME SO EMO

Alright homies yeeaahhh Rosie is gone I just wasn’t excited for her anymore and saying she is a canon character I didn’t wanna like keep her when I wasn’t excited about her so! I’m keeping Rosie’s blog for archive purposes but I’ll be moving to a different one with this new character that I’ll be bringing in on Wednesday once my semi-hiatus ends! Priya is a sideblog so I’m just gonna transfer it over to my new main blog! You can chit chat with me here, preferably! I’ll still keep logged in on Rosie for messages and stuff but I’ll be doing everything else from the other blog. So if you get a follow from erincrowe, which you will, just know thats me with my new blog! I’m excited for this new character if anyone wants to plot before I officially bring her in hmu she’s an Ivana Baquero fc the loml 7th year slytherin and she’s really a v angsty beeb ok wow this is long Christiana OUT

“Okay, I won’t hug you because you don’t like hug. But just know I would because I’m so proud of you, holy shit, Rose, I’m so proud of you. God, I feel like a fucking mother right now. Please, drink all you want. You hella deserve it.”

“I don’t have any tissues with me and I’m not a huger. But I am glad you are this happy I on the other hand need the alcohol.”

3,21,24

3) Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.

“’You cannot begin to understand the power of my irrational hatred at twelve years old, but it’s the kind of hatred that lasts.’ Me too, Mindy Kaling. Me too.”

21) Who is your celebrity crush?

“I want to say Zayn Malik but everyone loves Zayn Malik so instead of saying Zayn Malik I’m going to say Sofia Boutella. Or Tina Desai. Have you seen them? I’m... so gay. Oh! Or Oscar Isaac—fuck I just love everyone, okay?”

24) Do you have a collection of anything?

“I’ve tried collecting things my whole life and I always stop. That’s just a lot of commitment homie, I’m weak.”