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Painting The Roses... Ah Fuck It || Graduation

Oh fuck. Am I dead?

Margo

Technically, no.

Kate

That's promising. Who the fuck are you?

Margo

Welcome to you're personal half way house, doll face. I'm Margo the witch.

Kate

Half way as in prostitutes?

Margo

Close, realms.

Kate

close enough. so what the fuck am i doing in between realms?

Margo

Good question! -visibly excited- I brought you here.

Margo

Well more... I sent you from one realm to another and then I brought you here

Kate

You have a lot of time on your hands, dontcha

Margo

When business is slow, yeah, pretty much.

Margo

But anyway, in about 3 minutes you're going to feel a sharp pain and then some memories will be rushing back to you

Margo

let me know when you feel it

Kate

I don't really feel pain like other - OW WHAT THE FUCK

Margo

There it is! -almost evil grin-

Margo

what's the last thing you remember?

Kate

Fucking oww! - holds her head like she has a headache- Off with her head?

Margo

-claps, totally pleased- perfection

Kate

What the fuck was that?

Margo

You, my darling katherine, are the fearsome queen of hearts

Kate

-snorts- You're shitting me right?

Margo

I wish I was. -laughs- but You know I'm right. Just think about it.

Kate

-shakes her head as if to shake the memories into place- so what the fuck was the point of that?

Margo

Honestly, I was bored.

Kate

-shakes head- No life

Margo

And you're a pathetic brat who's only "friends" are the people you have forced into submission. But that's unimportant. Now, if we could get back on track

Kate

-hold up hands as if to say "get on with it"-

Margo

-pulls out a tray with three roses. one white, one red, and one white dipped in red paint-

Margo

It's decision time bitch.

Kate

(roses, cleverrrr lmao)

Margo

You can go back to the realm from which you just came and continue to lead that sorry excuse fore a life, with out any memory of meeting me. -waves hand over the white rose, causing it to float upright in the air- You can go back to being the tyrannous wreck you were in fantasyland, leaving the memories of hogwarts and this precious face behind -does the same thing to the red rose- or.. You can start a new in fantasyland. A whole new face, a whole new life, and the opportunity to love and be loved in return. -picks up the dipped rose and lets the paint run over her fingers-

Kate

three questions

Margo

shoot

Kate

one: My mother died in this realm. Is there any realm in which she would be alive?

Margo

You will have a mother if you choose a new life. She will look different than the mother here but her personality will be the same.

Kate

two: i'm supposed to die in this realm. Will that follow me to another realm?

Margo

Any sickness or ailment you have in one realm does not travel with you

Kate

three: what happens to my dad?

Margo

What do you mean?

Kate

in which one will he live, without being a werewolf?

Margo

-raises the dripping rose without saying a word-

Kate

so if i go there; i live, i have both my parents, and all my memories? -raises eyebrow- What's the catch?

Margo

You will not be wealthy. for the rest of your life you will have to work hard and earn your dues. -waves her hand and the roses fall gracefully back to the tray- It will be difficult for you and your family to get by. You have to choose between riches. one will be in money, and one will be something you cannot buy.

Kate

Again; I get to live, have both my parents, and remember everything. I don't need the money. -points to the rose margo just put down-

Margo

simply break off the head of the rose you choose and you'll be transported. -sits back in her chair- I honestly wish you the best, Katherine.

Kate

Thanks strange lady who fucked up my life but then gave me the chance to fix it -salutes her and breaks the dripping rose-

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Last time I checked…no, still a genus in some ways, darling. And whatever helps you sleep at night, Katie. 

-snaps her head in Emilie's direction-

What did you just call me?

Honestly.

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Well you better be going on this cruise but I swear if I have to hold up your hair while you vomit one more time, we’ll have a problem. 

Did that parasite damage your brain? I don't vomit. Ever.

Honestly.

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-kisses her cheek- Ugh, honestly what would I do without you?

I honestly don't know.

Honestly.

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The black AmEx, obviously. Ugh, mine was taken off me and I haven’t had a chance to apply for one yet. 

-taps it and it changes to Emilie's name-

That was easy.

Honestly.

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Well what do you want me to do about it? We’ve already been shopping, Daddy won’t let me spend any more on my card he’s already beyond droll about the whole thing. You’d think he’d know that I needed a new season. Rude.

-holds out 4 credit cards- Pick a card, any card.

Honestly.

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As life altering as that sounds...

Honestly.

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I tried to be like Grace Kelly but… fuck that I’m Megan Fox - Prom by gabbystreiker

#closet

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Shopping first, bar second, men third. Sound like a plan, darling?

Definitely. I'd  love an excuse to get out of this hellhole.

-sitting in the hall in shock-

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#KH

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Off, off, off with your head Dance, dance, dance til you’re dead

Ladies of Disney → The Queen of Hearts

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#KH

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Maybe, or maybe I bought you a pair of “fuck-me-Jimmy-Choos”. You’re welcome, love.. 

-brightens- You know I haven’t tried on any of the Dior couture dresses yet…

So no bar then?  I guess I'll survive -smirks-

You know, that's punishable by law. We need Dior couture, stat.

-sitting in the hall in shock-

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We can't all have perfect nails like you M

I have never seen so many bad mani jobs in my life

Prom is supposed to be classy ladies, classy.

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Well then, prepare to lose

-climbs out of the lake naked-

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Feelings you can't deny that you're living, open up your eyes|| Kate

And I just wanna sink into your crazy laughter. Come on make me feel until the pain don't matter.

There are so many other people in this fucking school who could do this, why does it have to be me? Kate thought as she sat impatiently behind Dumbledore at the podium. He was going on and on about life, how valuable it is, and all she could do was manage to stifle the snort she'd been to slow to mask. Of all the funerals to give this speech, Chloe's was not the one to do it for. It wasn't that Chloe necessarily wanted to die or had even been aiming for that when it happened. But Chloe had always been the girl who wanted to party, to find a reason to celebrate something. Thinking back, maybe that was the problem. Chloe had been the one person she got along with in her own style. She loved Em and Miles, but they were a different class of people. Chloe liked to party, to pour a cup of alcohol and drink from the bottle. Shifting uncomfortably in her chair as Dumbledore's speech came to a close, she stood, walking to the podium. She looked out at all the faces looking back at her. A lot of these people didn't really know Chloe; and most of the people who did, hated her. What was she supposed to tell them? That someone they didn't care about was dead? Dumbledore had done that. The great things about Chloe? The teachers would have her off the stage before she finished her sentence. But then again, isn't that where she wanted to be? Off of this stage? With that in mind, her mouth curled into a smile.  "I'm not going to bother introducing myself because you either know me, or you're brain-dead and therefore wouldn't understand me anyway. I'm here as a representation to honor the death of the fabulous Chloe DeVille. But this is not how she would want that done. If you really want to honor her death; grab a bottle of your favorite alcohol, finish it, take of your clothes because she definitely wouldn't approve, and party it up." The audience erupted in a mixture of cheers and conversation. She felt a clammy hand that she could only assume to be Snape's wrap around her arm and lead her out the back door of the great hall. He dropped her into a dungeon chair, ready to lecture her on her behavior but got nowhere because the second her ass touched the seat she burst into a fit of laughter and was reduced to tears.

#rip chloe