Faye watched him with curiosity. She didn’t know anything about flutes. He had out it up to his lips nd there was a look of anticipation on her face that he surely caught if he looked at her. At his question she was quiet for a moment. “Well now I wanna hear you play. I’ve never played a flute.”...
Faye stood there with arms crossed and waited. She waited even as he took his instrument out. She then took a seat, putting on a softer face. “Fine. Don’t want to talk yet. I’ll sit right here.” She said, fiery determination on her face. What had started off as a stupid rivalry turned into Faye...
Faye could handle Enoch being crappy to her. She was the youngest of 7 brothers. She could really handle it. But when he started to ignore her she got increasingly frustrated. It didn’t matter how much she showed off her skills, and natural talent - he was so apathetic to her. The young...
Faye kept a semi-hard expression on her face as she crossed her arms over her chest and stared straight ahead. He turned and left and she didn't make a move to stop him. instead she marched her way up the stands to look up at the sky through her blurry tears. She was so mad that he got under her...
His words continued to get more and more hurtful. Faye gritted her jaw together, muscles tensing in her round cheeks. She did not look at him until his last spiteful words. Slowly her brown eyes, which were filled with tears of anger and hurt, shifted to look at him. "Know better? I don't know a...
There was a moment of disbelief on Faye's face when Enoch swore at her. Sure they didn't exactly see eye to eye but she hadn't expected such a volatile reaction. Her easy smile fell from her face, perhaps the first time she had been spotted without it. Her lower lip quivered slightly and her jaw...
Finally the game was over! These quidditch games always took up the pitch where Faye liked to go, and climb up to the tallest bleacher and look over the back of them onto the lawn. She liked to read up there, or lay up there and stare at the sky. It was weirdly peaceful to be so high up. She...
Faye was clearly offended by this boy's behaviour, it was written all over her features. She crossed her arms and huffed slightly. "You know, making friends is a good thing right?" She said before turning to walk away. "Don't come crying to me when no one wants to be your partner in class...
Faye raised a bushy brow at his remark that they definitely didn't exist. "Where's your sense of wonder! I mean how do you know they don't exist? Have you searched every crevasse here?" She paused. "I also don't get why you act like an old man all the time. You're always so grumpy with me when...
Faye laughed. "Relax I'm just messing with you. I'm sure you're doing great." It sounded sarcastic but the brunette meant it genuinely. She shrugged when he asked what she was doing down this way. "I want to find out if there are any secret passages. I hear there are ways to get around the...
Faye couldn’t comprehend someone not wanting to be her friend. She was genuinely nice and totally chill. She didn’t push people past their boundaries unless they needed it to succeed. She was a cool friend. So why did this kid insist on hating her. Faye raised an eyebrow. “Someone ruin your...
Faye was not as excited for classes this year as she had been in the last semester. Classes were boring, they didn't hold her attention. If fact barely anything did except the new book she was reading. Today though her energy was better spent on the castle, and making sure she knew every inch so...
Faye made a face and laughed. "You speak like an old man." She teased in a manner she saw as harmless. As he walked away she didn't chase him down. He could have his weird moment thinking she was a liar. She would just have to prove to him in lessons that she was indeed just good at some...
Faye was confused by the seemingly suddenly curt nature of the boy's tone. She pulled her hand back with an obviously perplexed expression. "Liars?" She asked, she didn't understand why he would think she was a liar. "Just because I got a spell before you I must be lying? What, you don't think...
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