gueneviere-cobain:
It was obvious the girl was not exactly in a right state. The Gryffindor’s eyes widened when the dark-haired beauty outstretched her hands and grasped her own, feeling the breath mildly knocked out of her as she did so. What did she just call me? Shagadelic? Gueneviere wondered. Did you eat her or something? Did she taste good, babes? The girl was frantic for an answer, and Gueneviere couldn’t restrain the startled yelp that left her as the raven-haired witch fell to the ground. Pausing for a brief moment, she pursed her lips into a thin line, trying to remember the girl’s name. She’d seen glances of her before in the hallways, but the Gryffindor was sure they’d never been this close. Snapping her fingers in realization, Delilah, she thought triumphantly, the girl’s question belatedly registering into her train of thought. Do you want some, babes? The chances of them getting caught weren’t at all that slim, and to be quite honest, Gueneviere did want some. Taking the bong from Delilah’s hands nervously, she offered her companion a smile before taking her wand from the pocket of her black robes. “Incendio.” she whispered, watching the smoke creep out like an incoming storm. It enchanted her, and she breathed in the smoke, letting it out afterwards with content. She felt her face smothered by it and she giggled, the feeling of lightheartedness already on her. It felt as if time had lost its meaning, and, with a relaxed sigh Gueneviere laid back to glance up at the huge tree. “Hmmmm, this isn’t fuckin’ bad, babes, I needed this - holy fuck!”
The tree trunk gained colour, sprouting out from the roots to the top of the trunk like a rainbow. “Hah!” Gueneviere exclaimed in delight, her hands clasped together. “Did you see that, babes?” she asked, turning to Delilah to find three copies of the girl seated beside her. A loud and startled “Whoa!” escaped her, and she laughed in delight. Three fuckingtastically beaut lassies. the thought snuck up into her mind. And they all seemed to be enjoying themselves…with a little grin, she watched the girls with sudden interest. The expression of delight, however, was almost instantly wiped off her face as the three ladies morphed into the one girl in the middle. Extreme sadness washed over Gueneviere and, “What did you do to your other babes, babes? You were some bitchin’-looking triplets! Now I’m all…fuckin’ sad and shit.” the last bit came out as a murmur, and she looked away from the girl as she tried to hide her sadness. But the feeling left her as quickly as it came, and not long after her sudden depression, a smile reappeared on her face as different shades of yellow, orange and many other colours emerged from the ground once again. “W—wow…pretty colours…” the Gryffindor giggled to herself, her fingers reaching into her own hair and twirling it. “This is so bitching!” cried out she enthusiastically, the wind blowing into her face as she threw her hair back, letting it fly.
She remembered the first time she’d experienced feeling like this - she was…9. Only about a month after Reed had died. She was with her friend, Klein; Gueneviere pursed her lips slowly, as she’d realized. It had been a while since she’d seen him after she ran away to cousin Ringo’s. Klein was a tall, thin boy, most of the time accompanied by a big toothy grin. He was 16 at the time, and they’d met at a rave. The flashing lights, the tightly pressed bodies, it became too boring for the pair of them, and they went outside. The Gryffindor remembered the boy looking incredibly happy and chipper after smoking something. When she inquired about what the substance was, Klein had smiled goofily, handing her the pack. “Have some, and you’ll see how it makes you feel…alright, man.” giggling at her companion’s silliness, she obliged. The feeling had always been one of her favorite things to experience, and she grew accustomed to it, as the years passed by. Even though she hadn’t seen Klein in a long while, she’d found new friends, and new ways to experience what she’d experienced with him so long ago. “Mang, this is the best experience I’ve had in…a looooong while.” Gueneviere remarked gleefully, spinning around like a clumsy ballerina.
After stabling herself for a bit, the Gryffindor walked out of the tree to meet the moonlight, now multicoloured, and for a moment Gueneviere merely stood there in awe. “Holy fucksticks.” she murmured. The crooked grin returned to her face; it appeared as if she were standing in a mystical land of colour, only inhabited by her and the Hufflepuff. Reedy would’ve loved this. Her innermost thoughts recalled her late younger brother’s fascination with the different shades of yellows and blues, reds and purples, orange and greens. Though he was so young, he knew how to distinguish them; it was something Gueneviere had taught him, and she prided herself on the fact that she thought him to do something worthwhile. She remembered the colouring book he seemed especially fond of; it had been the one she herself had bought for him. Anything their parents had to give them was something entirely related to Christianity: a kiddie Bible, a Moses pop-up storybook. She remembered Gueneviere walking home one day, thinking of how she longed for her brother to feel normal, accepted, unlike she did so many times before. It was at that precise moment that she had passed by a toy store. A regular kid’s toy store. Be it either fate or coincidence, Gwen didn’t care. This was her chance to buy him something that would make him feel better. Though she did end up pissin’ broke afterwards, seeing the bright smile that lit up Reed’s entire face made it all worth it for the young girl. It was then that she realized - it was only he who could really, truly, make her happy.
From the corner of her eye, she suddenly remembered she was not alone on the grounds, and she spun around to meet Delilah’s eyes. The girl was beautiful, with her raven hair that draped down her shoulders, the piercing eyes, the crooked smile, her delicate fingers wrapped around the bong. Her figure was perfect, and the inviting aura that enveloped her was contagiously intoxicating. Gueneviere wondered how she made it through the terms that had passed without noticing her entirely. She was like hidden treasure to the Gryffindor. The nightgown that clothed her did not do a particularly good job, for the incredibly thin white fabric’s sleeves slipped off her shoulders effortlessly, hanging by her upper arm. She was an angel. An extremely high angel. Smiling airily, Gueneviere took one of the Hufflepuff’s hands off the bong and into hers. “Babes, you’re fuckingtastic.” she remarked truthfully, swaying the arm up and down. “This is fuckingtastic.” it was then she started skipping. She, Gueneviere Cobain, was skipping. And to be honest, Gueneviere didn’t care. She was with a new friend, having a better time than she’d had in ages. Hell, this was her medicine of sorts, to make her feel better, and it worked pretty well for her. Pulling out her wand, she spun around to meet the bong again. “Mind if I borrow it, sweets?” she whispered, prying it from her lovely fingers. “Incendio.” she chanted, and she inhaled the smoke again. Instantly, her mind cleared of any worries or burdens. The aroma was intoxicating, she needed more, she craved it. Placing it gently on the floor, she continued to spin around, glancing up at the stars that seemed multicoloured.
Turning towards her companion, she sauntered across the grass to meet her again. “Mm, this is fuckin’ smashin’.” she murmured, lips ghosting over her fair neck. What came over her, she had no clue. But something about the way the Puff dressed told Gueneviere that the girl wasn’t exactly a prude. “Hah, I dunno ‘bout ya, but we should do this more often, aye?” she asked the girl, grinning. She lay down on the ground subsequently, her eyes glazing over as she looked up at the iridescent night sky. “Hm.” she hummed, her fingers making light circles in the moist grass. Light laughs escaped her now and then, that being the only thing cutting through the silence. She was dazed, but happy. She’d missed that feeling incredibly. Taking her wand out again, she grabbed the bong and placed it on her chest, right in front of her face. “Incendio.” she said, for the second time that night. She inhaled the smoke that she so desperately needed. It filled her every sense, her every move seemed to reflect the smoke that wafted, weaved inside her so quickly. “Ah.” she exhaled, limbs loosening up by each second. Her pulse slowed down and she lost herself in the symphony of the drug. It made her feel better, better than ever. Though Gueneviere was already pretty loose with the way she carried herself, the sensation truly was unlike any other. She handed the cup back to Delilah, and with a wink, “All yours, sweets.” she concluded, staring out into space. “Though, o’fuckin’course,” she added, as if it were an afterthought, “I’m going to need that back a bit later, aye?” she offered a light chuckle as she rolled on the soft, gentle grass.
“Fuck, I didn’t know there were two moons.” Gueneviere exclaimed in wonder and awe. “And fuckin’ different colours, too? Are they…fuckin’ spotlights?” she muttered to herself, eyes practically shining. Spotlights, for me and Delilah? How much fuckin’ radder could this night get? Look, babes, can’t you see the two fuckin’ moon spotlights?”
Pulling the other girl into her arms, her laughter rang throughout the grounds as she heard the startled yelp. Once the Gryffindor girl fell into her arms, she wrapped it around and their noses lightly collided which made her playfully rub hers against the brunette’s. A serene smile came flying across at the warm of the touch and she wrapped her right leg around her left leg. Her fingers lingered gently for a trite second as she let her touch depart and she fell against one of the roots while a muffled “omph” escaped from her giggling lips. Holding the doobie closer around her fingers, she brought her wand up, “Incendio,” she drawled as the smoke clouded around her and her fingers limpidly passed the bong over to the unexpected visitor. Her dark irises rolled as she let herself be consumed by the intoxicating pleasure that tingled the very core of every nerve that existed in her body. Curling her toes, the right strand of her dress cascaded down her arm, revealing the skin that laid behind the thin almost clear fabric. Dark thick lashes brushed against her skin and as the particles in the air dissolved, her irises revealed themselves. They lethargically stared at the Gryffindor and her nose crinkled as brilliant array of colors splashed across the girl’s canvas. Bringing her hands to her lips, she couldn’t help the childish giggle as she tried to remember what the brunette’s name was. Licking her lips, a single name came forth, Gueneviere Cobain. She knew the girl vaguely from the way the Gryffindor had her little book of rules and a cat like grin emerged, “Ain’t it just bitching, babes?” she asked as she laughed at the girl’s sudden outburst, “I love to fuck,” she whispered as she planted her hands onto the rich earth below her.
Vines seemed to spring forth form the ground and she pulled her legs closer to her body as she couldn’t help but burst out into fits of laughter at the tickling sensation that rolled across her exposed skin. Lifting her head at Gueneviere’s exclamation, her bangs obstructed her vision and with a short puff of air, the strands of dark curls flew apart. And in that brief moment of strange clarity, she stared into the ecstatic expression on the other girl’s. The contagious laughter overwhelmed her and her shoulders shook playfully, making the remaining strap of meager, flimsy material fell from her skin and the dip in her dress lowered. Remembering the nonexistent vines curled around her ivory skin, she leaned closer to Gueneviere’s face, “Can’t you see I’m stuck, babes? This shagadelic tree wants me,” she whispered as she stared down at the flashes of emerald wrapping around her continuously. Lowering her head, her tongue crawled from its cage as she gently licked the plants that seemed delighted to be attached to her skin. She rolled her neck back as her lashes fluttered at the delicious taste that exuded from them. The plants retreated after her tongue grazed against them and she lifted her arms, hoping that the taste remained and she squealed as her taste buds blossomed from the mouth watering taste. Leisurely trailing her tongue around her hands like a cat, she tilted her head towards the other girl as her lashes hooded her dark eyes. Barely registering the Gryffindor’s disappointed comment, she moved closer to Gueneviere and innocently lifted her hand up to the girl, “Want a taste, babes? Absolutely shagadelic and a bitching babe like you shouldn’t be pouting, goon move, I’d say,” she said while her smile widened as she shook her hand a bit, inviting the Gueneviere to sink her teeth into the ivory skin belonging to Delilah.
“Bitching colors, you mean babes,” she quickly corrected as she stood up on her feet, feeling lighter than a pixie flying. Her feet curled upward while she spun around, letting the frills of her dress to dance with the wind that blew past her. The night gown flew above her face and she loudly shrieked as the cool air wrapped around her into a hug. A cold sensation never felt warmer. Lifting her arms up to bring it closer to her body, she whimpered as it went past her and she started to chase it around. It couldn’t go away, it felt so soft, so warm, so gentle. Why did such things always leave? Her feet bounced as she skipped though her expression was one filled with worry, worry that she would loose the opportunity to envelop herself in the warm embraces of someone, something. Feeble finger tips seemed to spring forth from the rush of air that was escaping from her and she reached as far as her slender arms allowed her to until she stumbled over her own feet due to her languid state. Gracefully falling onto the grass, she found herself staring into the stars that seemed to wink at her, asking her to join them in their world. Closing her eyes, she sadly declined their offer though she reached her hands out and let them come down to Earth to join them. The brilliant lights decorated her outstretched arms and an ephemeral expression of shock consumed her. Her lips parted in amazement and involuntary gasps emerged. Scrambling on her feet, she hurried towards the Gryffindor girl wanting to share the sudden transformation of her arm.
Catching the ditzy ballerina in her arms, her eyes widened, “Babes, look at this shagadelic thing that the stars did!” the words bubbled from her in unrestrained excitement. Clapping her hands together, she let go of her grip as she twirled with her arms spread out, “Free,” she whispered into the night air, as her words melted into the silence that surrounded the two girls. Opening her eyes to stare at Gueneviere, her eyebrows arched as she realized the sudden shift in her surroundings. The Whomping Willow disappeared and instead a gigantic mushroom cloud had taken its place. No longer was the green grass tickling her feet, instead it was the soft wisps of pink cotton candy that laid beneath her. Jumping up and down, she checked to see if she would fly upwards from the nice bounce that the cotton candy should have given her but to her disappointment, she was still stuck onto the ground. At least I have my radilicous bitching arms to show off, she thought as a cheshire smile curled up. Shaking them up and down, she grinned to see how the stars were still painted firmly against her exposed skin and she raised her hands up. A melody seemed to drift into her head, one that she thought she had long forgotten. It was the one that Isabel, one of her father’s favorite babes had sung to her years ago when she had a nightmare. Her father had been out of town and it was Isabel that held the fort, cradled her in her arms and sang her a soothing lullaby that made her forget all the ghouls that appeared to taunt her. Moving her arms through the air in a way that mimicked the birds of the sky, she let her curls cascade down from her shoulders as the direction of her face looked straight up at the moon that waned over her. Her grip around her bong loosened as she ran her right toes down her left leg and her arms imitated the same movements.
“Hm?” she sighed as she heard the other girl’s voice vibrating against her ears, “Don’t you just dig it, babes?” she asked while laughing loudly at the sight of the childish skipping that Gueneviere was doing. She wanted to join her, wrap her arm around the girl’s waist as they ran through the fields of soft rose color clouds together. But she restrained herself as she lay her head back onto the enticing voices that the ground below her said. Her curls sprayed against the tickling tufts of cotton and she lifted her eyes as a twinkling light appeared before them, “Course babes, did you have to ask?” she leisurely commented as the bong left from her grip. Adjusting her position on the ground, she grunted softly until she came into a comfortable position, or rather an almost. It was becoming increasingly warm around her and she could feel the droplets of water that were starting to form on her forehead, at least that’s what she thought. Firmly convinced that she was burning up, she quickly picked herself up from the mist of cotton candy. She ran her fingers through her messy curls immediately as she felt for the droplets that weren’t littered across her. Patting herself lightly, she forgot her surroundings for a brief moment as she felt incredibly warm. In frustration, she pulled the gown off of her body as she panted heavily, the spray of her dark curls contrasted from her cream color of her glistening skin. Her breath hitched when she realized that Gueneviere was standing mere inches away from her and her moment of fear dissolved as the hot air licked her skin.
Sighing into it, her eyes hazed over as she unconsciously licked her plump and inviting lips, “I dig that babes,” she answered wispily as she gazed down at the girl that laid down next to her. As the girl started to inhale the smoke, her eyes widened in surprise at the way the Gryffindor girl’s lips turned into the color of green airheads, the muggle candy that she enjoyed the most as a child. Letting her urges control her, she found her lips descending down to meet the other girl’s lips. The contact was brief and soft as wisps of smoke came forth from their intertwined lips. Her lips parted as she lightly grazed the tip of Gueneviere’s tongue and she shivered in pleasure at the taste that came from the girl. Feeling the body underneath her relax, she let her hand travel cup the girl’s cheek as she placed another chaste kiss before her teeth gripped the luscious bottom lip. Pulling it softly, she let go as she licked her lips vigorously, “Shagadelic babes,” she said breathily. Taking the object from the girl, she watched with a heated gaze as Gueneviere rolled against the grass. Rubbing her thighs together, she placed her hands on both sides of the girl. Bringing her body over Gueneviere’s, she straddled the girl between her exposed legs. Her breast hung forward as she took the bong away before letting it drop to the ground elegantly, “Radilicious of you, babes to be sharing,” she uttered as she rolled her hips against the other girl’s curvaceous body.
“Can see it from your shagadelic eyes, babes,” she said, “But much rather be doing something else, something more shagadelic, babes,” she finished as she moved rhythmically against the girl, “My body feels so hot, babes, think I’m getting a fever?” she asked as she intertwined her fingers with the Gryffindor’s. Bringing the hand towards her body, she guided the other girl’s hand to touch the sensitive portions of her upper body. Her breaths staggering slightly, a fox like grin appeared before she went down to capture the Gryffindor’s lips as her own. Her friendly tongue couldn’t wait to greet the other waiting on the other side and she parted the Gryffindor girl’s lips. Moaning lightly, she pressed her almost naked body heatedly against the Gueneviere’s. A little out of breath, she pulled apart, as her lungs needed air and her rhythmic movements became rougher as she learned the contours of the other girl’s body.
“Miss Poe and Miss Cobain, what do you think you’re doing at this time of night?” a thunderous voice rippled through the air.
chantal-vancamp:
-notices the girl taking a doobie and watches with curiosity. As she takes her seat, the Ravenclaw can’t help but raise the camera up to her face, taking a shot of the girl. At her question, she blushes slightly, but takes out a piece of parchment and a pen, and begins scribbling hastily-
-“I prefer the tranquility of nature to the noise of our classmates, most days. The scenery, furthermore, is even more beautiful here than it is at home.” she writes, slowly sliding it towards the raven-haired girl with a bashful smile.-
-hears the slight click and slowly takes another hit while parting her lips. Clouds of smoke escape and cover her features. With a slight smirk, she slowly turns her head to notice the girl’s blush and her eyes soften as she finds the girl next to her to be an adorable bunny. Tapping her doobie against her fingers, she looks at the girl writing with some endearment, realizing that the girl is mute.-
-Delicately taking the parchment from the girl, she leans down to read it as a smile grows on her- The scenery is quite radilicious, got to agree with you there babes. Hope you don’t mind my company though, babes. Suppose we gotta get as much of this shagadelic experience before graduate.
