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Em had gotten about halfway through the article by the time Mary spoke, though hadn’t really been paying attention to it. “Yeah” she sighed “I know” She closed the paper and put down her toast. “I know I didn’t tell you about my addiction until I was over it, whether you knew or not before that. But it really was the hardest thing I’ve ever done, and that you just-” she pressed her hand to her forehead, in an attempt to clam herself and not start yelling “You told me it didn’t count, you called me a spoil sport, I- Fuck Mary” she sighed, dropping her head in her hands

Hearing her own words repeated back to her made it feel worse, she could barely even force herself to keep looking at Emmeline because she knew she had beyond fucked up. “I know,” she said quietly. “I didn’t- I wasn’t thinking straight. You know I didn’t mean it. I’m proud of you.” You’ve done what I can’t.

“You may not have meant it but you still said it, which meant that’s what you think in some aspect” Em said, her voice strained in her throat, she hated getting emotional. “I just- sometimes-“ she stopped herself and took a breath “I understand you lost more than anyone should lose in their lifetime, and in a short amount of time. But-“ Em had to take another breath, she could feel tears pricking at her eyes. “I’ve lost people too. I don’t speak to my dad anymore because of this stupid war, and Mar- Marlene” she had to repeat because her throat got caught. “I loved her, and I know you were with Charlie longer and went through more, I’m not trying to belittle that at all, but I loved her, I’ve never loved anyone like that before.” She looked down in her lap, quickly wiping away the few tears that had escaped. “She got me off drugs, she made me promise I wouldn’t touch it again. That’s why I just can’t. It’s the last promise I can keep to her. It’s my last connection”

Mary shifted uncomfortably, she had thought those things sometimes, but it was the kind of thoughts she knew were wrong and she knew she was wrong. She was silent for a long time, her stomach churning uncomfortably. Maybe it was last night’s activities- or it was the guilt of it.

Em tried to swallow the frog in her throat, “I mean it’s not like I don’t want you to talk about Charlie, or I’m saying you’re not allowed to still be upset. I, I just want you to recognise you’re not alone in those feelings” she said, putting her plate in the sink. “I’m going to go back to bed”

“No, don’t,” Mary loomed up at her. “I know. I’ve been… really selfish.” She sighed and looked down for a second before her eyes moved back up to Emmeline. “I just- maybe it’d be easier to be alone in those feelings, so I try to.”

Emmeline stopped in her place when Mary finally spoke, she honestly thought for a moment that she was going to stay silent for the rest of the day. “It’s not that you’ve been selfish Mary, you’re going through shit. I get it.” Em sighed, pushing her hair back over her head, a nervous tick of hers. “I’m just saying- last night specifically, you just don’t think sometimes. Staying sober is the last thing I can keep of when Marlene was a part of my life.”

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Em had gotten about halfway through the article by the time Mary spoke, though hadn’t really been paying attention to it. “Yeah” she sighed “I know” She closed the paper and put down her toast. “I know I didn’t tell you about my addiction until I was over it, whether you knew or not before that. But it really was the hardest thing I’ve ever done, and that you just-” she pressed her hand to her forehead, in an attempt to clam herself and not start yelling “You told me it didn’t count, you called me a spoil sport, I- Fuck Mary” she sighed, dropping her head in her hands

Hearing her own words repeated back to her made it feel worse, she could barely even force herself to keep looking at Emmeline because she knew she had beyond fucked up. “I know,” she said quietly. “I didn’t- I wasn’t thinking straight. You know I didn’t mean it. I’m proud of you.” You’ve done what I can’t.

“You may not have meant it but you still said it, which meant that’s what you think in some aspect” Em said, her voice strained in her throat, she hated getting emotional. “I just- sometimes-“ she stopped herself and took a breath “I understand you lost more than anyone should lose in their lifetime, and in a short amount of time. But-“ Em had to take another breath, she could feel tears pricking at her eyes. “I’ve lost people too. I don’t speak to my dad anymore because of this stupid war, and Mar- Marlene” she had to repeat because her throat got caught. “I loved her, and I know you were with Charlie longer and went through more, I’m not trying to belittle that at all, but I loved her, I’ve never loved anyone like that before.” She looked down in her lap, quickly wiping away the few tears that had escaped. “She got me off drugs, she made me promise I wouldn’t touch it again. That’s why I just can’t. It’s the last promise I can keep to her. It’s my last connection”

Mary shifted uncomfortably, she had thought those things sometimes, but it was the kind of thoughts she knew were wrong and she knew she was wrong. She was silent for a long time, her stomach churning uncomfortably. Maybe it was last night’s activities- or it was the guilt of it.

Em tried to swallow the frog in her throat, “I mean it’s not like I don’t want you to talk about Charlie, or I’m saying you’re not allowed to still be upset. I, I just want you to recognise you’re not alone in those feelings” she said, putting her plate in the sink. “I’m going to go back to bed”

maryeilismacdonald‌:

Em had gotten about halfway through the article by the time Mary spoke, though hadn’t really been paying attention to it. “Yeah” she sighed “I know” She closed the paper and put down her toast. “I know I didn’t tell you about my addiction until I was over it, whether you knew or not before that. But it really was the hardest thing I’ve ever done, and that you just-” she pressed her hand to her forehead, in an attempt to clam herself and not start yelling “You told me it didn’t count, you called me a spoil sport, I- Fuck Mary” she sighed, dropping her head in her hands

Hearing her own words repeated back to her made it feel worse, she could barely even force herself to keep looking at Emmeline because she knew she had beyond fucked up. “I know,” she said quietly. “I didn’t- I wasn’t thinking straight. You know I didn’t mean it. I’m proud of you.” You’ve done what I can’t.

“You may not have meant it but you still said it, which meant that’s what you think in some aspect” Em said, her voice strained in her throat, she hated getting emotional. “I just- sometimes-“ she stopped herself and took a breath “I understand you lost more than anyone should lose in their lifetime, and in a short amount of time. But-“ Em had to take another breath, she could feel tears pricking at her eyes. “I’ve lost people too. I don’t speak to my dad anymore because of this stupid war, and Mar- Marlene” she had to repeat because her throat got caught. “I loved her, and I know you were with Charlie longer and went through more, I’m not trying to belittle that at all, but I loved her, I’ve never loved anyone like that before.” She looked down in her lap, quickly wiping away the few tears that had escaped. “She got me off drugs, she made me promise I wouldn’t touch it again. That’s why I just can’t. It’s the last promise I can keep to her. It’s my last connection”

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“I’m not gonna die” Em reassured her. “But you might, because I’m going to kill you in the morning. This argument isn’t over. But you’re coming down so go to sleep.” she said, “And i’m tired.”

“No arguments,” Mary mumbled. She soon managed to fall into an entirely dreamless sleep, waking up early the next morning feeling like she just might actually spew her guts out.

“Yes arguments” Em replied, but was glad when she eventually heard the faint snores coming from Mary, it meant she could sleep comfortabley knowing that wasn’t going to annoy her again.

In the morning she peeled her eyes open and felt Marys arms still around her “I thought you’d go back to your own room at some point. If you munt in my bed I’ll kill you”

Mary groaned, not even bothering to open her eyes. She couldn’t look at Emmeline - she couldn’t even pry over her eyes. She felt like they were physically glued shut. “Mm.”

“Seriously Mary, get up” Em huffed, getting out of bed herself and slipping on a jumper before she walked out to the kitchen. She put on some toast and grabbed a couple of glasses, filling them with water.

Mary stayed exactly where she was, even as Emmeline got up. She couldn’t bring herself to get up - the bits and pieces she could recall from the night before weren’t good at all. She’d been horrible to Em - and for what? She pried her eyes open and squinted at the ceiling, her mouth felt like she had just licked a sock and every inch of her body was screaming. She wasn’t even fully dressed. Eventually she shifted slightly so that she was sitting on the edge of the bed, fumbling around for a shirt before actually registering the fact that this wasn’t her room. She found one of Em’s anyway and pulled it on, heading for the kitchen. Everything seemed to assault her senses at once, the smell of toast making her feel dizzy. She couldn’t recall when she’d last eaten.

By the time Mary came out of her room, Em was sitting at the kitchen counter slathering jam on her toast and taking very large bites of it. She raised an eyebrow when Mary emerged in one of her shirts, then rolled her eyes. “What’s mine is yours I guess. Here” she said, holding out the glass of water.

Mary knew she ought to apologise but doing it as soon as she emerged from Em’s room didn’t really feel right. She wouldn’t believe it was genuine. She leaned against the counter and took a sip, the horribly fuzzy, almost static feeling, in her mouth only seeming to worsen. “Thanks,” she mumbled feebly.

Em bit off the corner of her toast “Mm” she mumbled, flicking open the daily prophet and reading the first article on the page. Something about the goblins at Gringotts, she didn’t really care, she just didn’t want to have a conversation at that particular point. She was hardly in the mood.

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“I’m not gonna die” Em reassured her. “But you might, because I’m going to kill you in the morning. This argument isn’t over. But you’re coming down so go to sleep.” she said, “And i’m tired.”

“No arguments,” Mary mumbled. She soon managed to fall into an entirely dreamless sleep, waking up early the next morning feeling like she just might actually spew her guts out.

“Yes arguments” Em replied, but was glad when she eventually heard the faint snores coming from Mary, it meant she could sleep comfortabley knowing that wasn’t going to annoy her again.

In the morning she peeled her eyes open and felt Marys arms still around her “I thought you’d go back to your own room at some point. If you munt in my bed I’ll kill you”

Mary groaned, not even bothering to open her eyes. She couldn’t look at Emmeline - she couldn’t even pry over her eyes. She felt like they were physically glued shut. “Mm.”

“Seriously Mary, get up” Em huffed, getting out of bed herself and slipping on a jumper before she walked out to the kitchen. She put on some toast and grabbed a couple of glasses, filling them with water.

Mary stayed exactly where she was, even as Emmeline got up. She couldn’t bring herself to get up - the bits and pieces she could recall from the night before weren’t good at all. She’d been horrible to Em - and for what? She pried her eyes open and squinted at the ceiling, her mouth felt like she had just licked a sock and every inch of her body was screaming. She wasn’t even fully dressed. Eventually she shifted slightly so that she was sitting on the edge of the bed, fumbling around for a shirt before actually registering the fact that this wasn’t her room. She found one of Em’s anyway and pulled it on, heading for the kitchen. Everything seemed to assault her senses at once, the smell of toast making her feel dizzy. She couldn’t recall when she’d last eaten.

By the time Mary came out of her room, Em was sitting at the kitchen counter slathering jam on her toast and taking very large bites of it. She raised an eyebrow when Mary emerged in one of her shirts, then rolled her eyes. “What’s mine is yours I guess. Here” she said, holding out the glass of water.

maryeilismacdonald‌:

“I’m not gonna die” Em reassured her. “But you might, because I’m going to kill you in the morning. This argument isn’t over. But you’re coming down so go to sleep.” she said, “And i’m tired.”

“No arguments,” Mary mumbled. She soon managed to fall into an entirely dreamless sleep, waking up early the next morning feeling like she just might actually spew her guts out.

“Yes arguments” Em replied, but was glad when she eventually heard the faint snores coming from Mary, it meant she could sleep comfortabley knowing that wasn’t going to annoy her again.

In the morning she peeled her eyes open and felt Marys arms still around her “I thought you’d go back to your own room at some point. If you munt in my bed I’ll kill you”

Mary groaned, not even bothering to open her eyes. She couldn’t look at Emmeline - she couldn’t even pry over her eyes. She felt like they were physically glued shut. “Mm.”

“Seriously Mary, get up” Em huffed, getting out of bed herself and slipping on a jumper before she walked out to the kitchen. She put on some toast and grabbed a couple of glasses, filling them with water.

maryeilismacdonald‌:

“I’m not gonna die” Em reassured her. “But you might, because I’m going to kill you in the morning. This argument isn’t over. But you’re coming down so go to sleep.” she said, “And i’m tired.”

“No arguments,” Mary mumbled. She soon managed to fall into an entirely dreamless sleep, waking up early the next morning feeling like she just might actually spew her guts out.

“Yes arguments” Em replied, but was glad when she eventually heard the faint snores coming from Mary, it meant she could sleep comfortabley knowing that wasn’t going to annoy her again.

In the morning she peeled her eyes open and felt Marys arms still around her “I thought you’d go back to your own room at some point. If you munt in my bed I’ll kill you”

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“That was it? Damn, and it was really starting to get fun” she giggled, picking up her wine glass and becoming fascinated by the ornate glasswork that it had. “Everything in here is so beautiful, and I’m assuming expensive , I really am out of place” she snickered. 

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“No Mary I just told you I didn’t. It’s not the same thing” she rolled her eyes, glad that the darkness could hide her expression. “No I don’t wish you were someone el-” she got cut off when Mary hugged her. “You just drive me mad sometimes.”

Mary rested her chin in the crook of Emmeline’s shoulder. “All the times?” she mumbled. She wished she could just fall asleep and pretend Em wasn’t mad at her but she knew herself she was in for a rough night.

“Not all the times” Em said in response “But you breathing in my ear with your alcohol breath isn’t helping” she mumbled, pulling open her bedside table and grabbing a box of mints she had, opening it and holding one to Marys mouth.

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Em winced at the laughter that practically erupted from the man, she pulled the pillow away form her face and looked up at the pair of them. “Yeah, cheers.” she nodded at the guy with a monotone voice. 

“No, feel free, have the room. I’ll go to mine” she said, getting up off the couch with a sigh. “wouldn’t want to kill your buzz”

Mary had buried her face in his back, as if physically rooting herself to him would convince him to come with her to her room. She looked over at Em as she got up, “Hey, don’t be like that!”

Em looked at Mary with a scoff “Like what. You know surprisingly I don’t want to have a threesome with you and Laughs McGee here.” She said, “So if you won’t go to your room, I’ll go to mine”

The guy almost looked disapponted over that news but Mary just rolled her eyes and tugged the bloke’s hand, he gave in, defeated and they stumbled off towards her own room.

He didn’t stay long, he was gone withing two hours and Mary was left alone, lying half naked, eyes on the ceiling. Her head swimming. She hauled herself up eventually, desiring nothing more than some company, the high would surely ebb away sooner rather than later. She pushed Em’s door open and exhaled, sitting down on the floor.

Em tugged off her clothes immediately after shutting her door with a firm push. Grabbing an old tshirt and pulling it over her head and collapsing onto her bed. She fell asleep almost immediately.

As hard as she tried, Em was not a heavy sleeper, it didn’t take her long to get back to sleep after being woken up, but she got woken up by nearly everything. The door creaking open and the sigh of a familiar person were no exception. “What” she mumbled, keeping her eyes closed and tugging her pillow.

Mary leaned back against the door and closed her eyes, she had to focus hard on her breathing or she was afraid she might forget how to actually manage it altogether. She leaned forward, chin between her knees. “C’mere.”

“I’m in bed. You’re on the floor. I’m not moving” Em grumbled again, she didn’t like being woken up. Especially by someone she was angry with. But she let out a huff and pulled back the duvet on the other side of the bed. “Fuckin come on then” her voice hoarse from sleep.

Mary looked up at the bed, she couldn’t see Em from where she was sitting but she took the movement as a sign that she was at least welcome. She hoisted herself up and moved to climb into the bed. The lighting was low, she couldn’t really see Em very well but it was enough. “Hi.”

Part of Em, the naïve part of her, thought that Mary would go to sleep once she was in bed, but that clearly wasn’t the case. “Hello. Your friend gone?”

Mary blinked, not sure who she was on about for a second - she didn’t have any friends anymore apart from Em. “Mhm,” she settled on at last. She wasn’t quite sure what she had taken but whatever it was the momentary effects seemed to be slipping away and her mind was panicking, trying to grab onto some part of feeling.

Em shuffled, getting more comfortable so she could hopefully fall back asleep again. “Fantastic” She mumbled, her voice monotone. She turned over so her back was to Mary, she was still mad, and she didn’t really feel like entertaining Mary on whatever shit she’d taken.

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Em winced at the laughter that practically erupted from the man, she pulled the pillow away form her face and looked up at the pair of them. “Yeah, cheers.” she nodded at the guy with a monotone voice. 

“No, feel free, have the room. I’ll go to mine” she said, getting up off the couch with a sigh. “wouldn’t want to kill your buzz”

Mary had buried her face in his back, as if physically rooting herself to him would convince him to come with her to her room. She looked over at Em as she got up, “Hey, don’t be like that!”

Em looked at Mary with a scoff “Like what. You know surprisingly I don’t want to have a threesome with you and Laughs McGee here.” She said, “So if you won’t go to your room, I’ll go to mine”

The guy almost looked disapponted over that news but Mary just rolled her eyes and tugged the bloke’s hand, he gave in, defeated and they stumbled off towards her own room.

He didn’t stay long, he was gone withing two hours and Mary was left alone, lying half naked, eyes on the ceiling. Her head swimming. She hauled herself up eventually, desiring nothing more than some company, the high would surely ebb away sooner rather than later. She pushed Em’s door open and exhaled, sitting down on the floor.

Em tugged off her clothes immediately after shutting her door with a firm push. Grabbing an old tshirt and pulling it over her head and collapsing onto her bed. She fell asleep almost immediately.

As hard as she tried, Em was not a heavy sleeper, it didn’t take her long to get back to sleep after being woken up, but she got woken up by nearly everything. The door creaking open and the sigh of a familiar person were no exception. “What” she mumbled, keeping her eyes closed and tugging her pillow.

Mary leaned back against the door and closed her eyes, she had to focus hard on her breathing or she was afraid she might forget how to actually manage it altogether. She leaned forward, chin between her knees. “C’mere.”

“I’m in bed. You’re on the floor. I’m not moving” Em grumbled again, she didn’t like being woken up. Especially by someone she was angry with. But she let out a huff and pulled back the duvet on the other side of the bed. “Fuckin come on then” her voice hoarse from sleep.

Mary looked up at the bed, she couldn’t see Em from where she was sitting but she took the movement as a sign that she was at least welcome. She hoisted herself up and moved to climb into the bed. The lighting was low, she couldn’t really see Em very well but it was enough. “Hi.”

Part of Em, the naïve part of her, thought that Mary would go to sleep once she was in bed, but that clearly wasn’t the case. “Hello. Your friend gone?”