hp next generation RP

Bellatrix:
Falls back, motionless.

Xyriah:
Shrieks. "M-MUM!"

Lucas:
Winces, nodding. "Thank you..."

 

Mime: *Pinching the bridge of his nose, exhaling*
Johanna: *Completely frozen*
Prucía: e.e *Turns invisible, quiet*

 

Xyriah:
Sobbing, her eyes turning to normal. "M-Mum, wake up. P-Please..." Kneeling next to her.

Lucas:
"Xyriah, please-" Puts a hand on her shoulder.

Xyriah:
Flinches, shrieking. "W-Why...? S-She was our m-mother Lucas..."

 

Johanna: *Covering her ears, muttering in Irish and squeezes her eyes shut*
Mime: *Eyes glow orange, grabbing Johanna's arm, dragging her away*
Johanna: *Emotionless, eyes glowing orange* ...

 

Xyriah:
Sobbing. "G-Go to hell." Eyes turn green.

Lucas:
"J-Jo...?"

 

Mime: *Completely silent, walking*
Johanna: *Scowls* Johanna is busy. Len and I are busy packing them for Ireland.

 

Lucas:
"Ireland? N-No, no."

Xyriah:
"Take them. Take them to fucking Africa for all I care." Sniffles.

Lucas:
"X-Xy...?"

 

Mime: Rin would be happy to explain why.
Johanna: Over-fucking-joyed. *Folds her arms*

 

Xyriah:
Glares, scoffing. "I'm all ears."

Lucas:
Blinks, trembling.

 

Johanna: *Turning, pointing to Mime first* If it weren't for Len's opposite, Mortime, this wouldn't have happened. *Turns, then pointing to Lucas* You impregnated my opposite! Do you know what the hell is the problem? It's going to be a damned chimera! *Eyes tint green, welling with tears* I-I should've never said yes... *Bursts into tears, disappearing*
Mime: *Slowly coming back to a green tint, exhaling* She's going to come back. *Walks, running his hands through his hair*

 

Lucas:
Eyes turn bright green, grabbing Xyriah's arm. "We're going home. Living with dad."

Xyriah:
"Tool yeh long enough." Growls, storming up to th Slytherin dorms.

 

(*took)

 

(*the D:<)

 

Johanna: *Returning back to orange, constantly arguing* Shut up, Johanna! *Packing, growling*
Mime: *Arguing with Len* Damnit, why would you even-*Sighs, building up enough courage* Lucas?...

 

Lucas:
What? Make it fast. Xyriah's in the middle of a breakdown.

 

Mime: She didn't mean to say it was over lad. She just is too afraid of losing you...
Johanna: *Sniffling, packing* I'm the worst fucking person in the world.

 

Lucas:
Xyriah is set on leaving. I can't do much about her, but I'll try to stay. If she'll let me.

 

Mime: I can't lose her either.. *Exhales* This a pain in the ass. You talk to Joey and I'll talk to Xyriah?

 

Lucas:
Sounds legit.

(I feel like a bastard. )

 

(I feel like an idiot/bitch/asshole)
Mime: *Exhales, disappearing*
Johanna: *Rambling, packing