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May 19, 2021 22:16:23 GMT -7
Post by cordelia regan smith on May 19, 2021 22:16:23 GMT -7
▲ Valentine’s Day. In typical fashion, Cordelia was quite the cynic when it came to the holiday, like she was with most. It wasn’t the actual day itself that irked her; no, it was the lead-up and the expectations that came along with it. Christmas fell into a similar vein for her, and whilst she enjoyed the family aspect (which was basically just her mum at this point), the commercialism and expectations that surrounded the season of cheer was an extreme bore to her. Valentine’s Day, likewise, did not win her over at all. These days it had more to do with her father’s infidelity and that she really disliked the overall gross, mushy nature of people that seemed to sprout up in the week before the day of. Why did this specific day have any more importance than any other day of the year for a significant other? She wasn’t particularly one to talk since she had absolutely zero experience in that field, but from an outside point of view, it was glaringly obvious what a marketing sham the whole thing was. Even the candies that popped up in February were themed towards the day and tasted like knock-off cherry and other foods that were inherently red. It was so tacky. Of course, The Quibbler didn’t think so. Which, with a lot of hindsight, made sense to her. Her job for the day had been to take a picture of a real, living cupid shooting a couple with one of their heart-shaped arrows. All she managed to find were the typical flying cherubs at Madame Puddifoot’s in Hogsmeade, in which it was unclear whether they were real things or not (she still took a lot of photos with plenty of peeved couples glaring at her in them), and then Jimbo Blishwick strolling through the wizarding town sporting a gaudy red and white suit adorned with hearts and a walking stick with a cupid at the top of it. He was more than happy to have his photograph taken, but also had zero knowledge on whether the mythical beings existed. Which seemed odd, since the newspapers were always talking him up as the master of love. She didn’t really see it at all. By mid-afternoon, she had returned to The Quibbler office and felt horrid. She knew she was coming down with a cold, so she turned over her work camera and film, and left early for the day. There wasn’t much more to do anyways, and she was sure the editor would be more than happy with what she had managed to snap. They always were, even if there was nothing in the actual picture. Once she was home, she immediately dragged herself to the medicine cabinet and took muggle medicine, then passed out on the couch. Making it the extra ten feet down the hall to her bedroom was impossible between the slight fever and codeine dreams that wanted to take over. @blair ● 493 ● Final Struggle of Selves by Tomb Mold MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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May 19, 2021 22:55:46 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on May 19, 2021 22:55:46 GMT -7
February 14, 2026 Blair was actually somewhat surprised that she didn't have Valentine's Day plans, but it really didn't have her feeling as jaded as she could have felt. On one hand, she had options; it wasn't as though she didn't have anyone she could have gone to, but she also wasn't desperate. It was one day, and she knew she would live.
Maybe it was better that she didn't have plans, though, she realized as she came back home from work to Puff Palace. Cordelia was already back from her work at the Quibbler and fast asleep on the sofa, which really wasn't like her. For both having been in Hufflepuff, their personalities and interests were dissimilar, but that didn't mean that they clawed at each other's throats. Really, they just did their own thing, and it was like an extension of their school lives as seventh-years. (Well, almost.)
Once she saw that Cordelia was sleeping, Blair set her belongings down as quietly as she could, not even bothering to take them into her bedroom at that moment. She didn't want to wake Cordelia if she didn't have to, but she did want to make sure that she was alright. She hadn't heard anything concerning from their other roommates, either, so she figured that that was on her. "Cord…? Cordelia…?" she spoke as gently as she could, trying to rouse her without being completely obnoxious about it. If it turned out that she was just napping, then she could go straight back to sleep, but she did want to check.
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Jun 20, 2021 13:00:28 GMT -7
Post by cordelia regan smith on Jun 20, 2021 13:00:28 GMT -7
▲ Exhaustion and fever led to uncomfortable dreams of floating cupids, firing arrows at her as she ran through winding back alleyways of Hogsmeade. If she hadn’t been ill, this sort of dream would have seemed silly, but it was absolutely horrifying. The hundreds of cupids that chased her in her endless sprint were chanting her name every time they let loose a volley of arrows in her direction, the heads in the shapes of hearts. The Quibbler had sent her on one hell of a mission and now she was stuck in this never ending nightmare. Putting two and two together while doped up on cold medicine and running for her life in her dream was impossible, and now that she had slipped beyond the veil it didn’t seem like there was any way to make her escape. The chants of her name grew louder and louder as the cupids surrounded her, even managing to corner her. This was it. Her eyes blinked open slowly, blurred and heavy from her medicated sleep, her first deep inhale through her nose being met with a completely clogged left nostril as she came to. There was someone standing at the edge of the couch, which she couldn’t remember laying down on now. Having never slept out there, finding out how uncomfortable the throw pillows were wasn’t pleasant. The right side of her face was completely numb as she tried to sit up, feeling etches from the pillow’s design molded into her cheek with her hand as she did so. Her face was warm to the touch and she couldn’t tell if that was from fever or how asleep she had been. The person standing over her was Blair, which she realized as her eyes focused more. “What time…” she trailed off as she yawned, then sniffed hard, her nose still plugged like it had been seconds earlier. Hearing her own voice as she spoke, it sounded like an echo and nasally. The medicine may have put her to sleep, but it hadn’t cleared up the cold at all. @blair ● 345 ● La Mantra Mori by Ghost MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Jul 7, 2021 20:24:35 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2021 20:24:35 GMT -7
February 14, 2026 By how congested she sounded, it was obvious to Blair as Cordelia woke up that she was sick. And probably contagious. "What time…" she began, not even getting her thought out. "What time is it? It's, um… Like, probably close to six-thirty?" Blair guessed, less concerned with telling Cordelia the time accurately than with ensuring that everything was alright with her. If her estimate was off and actually needed to be accurate for some reason, then that fell on her, Blair thought. "Do you need some Pepper-Up Potion or something?" she then offered her, wondering if Cordelia had taken anything already. Between all of them, there was almost certainly some of the potion somewhere in their flat, Blair figured, and it wasn't too far for her to run to the apothecary if they were out of it. "I don't mind grabbing some from Slug & Jiggers if there isn't any around here." Better her Apparating to get it than having Cordelia Splinch herself accidentally. cordelia regan smith
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Jul 18, 2021 21:29:38 GMT -7
Post by cordelia regan smith on Jul 18, 2021 21:29:38 GMT -7
▲ Cordelia didn’t hear her roommate tell her what time it was, as she laid her head back down on the pillow and closed her eyes. Waking up from the fever-induced nightmare had her confused and feeling really heavy. Blair hadn’t been aggressive about it, and it sort of saved her from having to continue being chased. Normally her dreams didn’t stick around, but this once seemed to not want to go away. It was freaky and she didn’t like it, and the thought of falling asleep again and having to deal with it all over made her not want to drift off. The visual of it played in her head and it made her open her eyes again. Blair was still there, staring down at her. She still couldn’t believe that she had passed out on the couch. “S-Six?” Was the time she thought she had heard, though that was debatable at best. What time had she gotten home again? Thinking about it made her head hurt. Blair was now asking her if she wanted a Pepper-Up Potion, and that made Cordelia stare up at her blankly. Why hadn’t she thought about taking that before falling asleep? That would have killed this cold off almost instantly. Her mum had made sure to brew up some extra-strength ones, courtesy of her job at Mungo’s. That was always a bonus. “T-Top shelf in m-my bathroom…” she mumbled, and then tried to sit all the way up on the couch. Her body didn’t feel weak, but it was heavy, probably from the slumber she had just been in. Throwing her head back against the headrest of the couch, it felt nice not having her face pressed into the middle of a pillow. “I-I can show you,” Cordelia sniffed hard again as she tried standing up, her nostril still completely stuffed. This really sucked, and she couldn’t pinpoint where it had come from. Maybe one of the dozen or so mystery creatures the Quibbler had sent her to find actually did exist and cursed her or something. Whatever it was, the Pepper-Up potion would most likely help. @blair ● 353 ● peace by Taylor Swift MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Jul 21, 2021 11:58:52 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2021 11:58:52 GMT -7
February 14, 2026
Blair really did feel bad for Cordelia. She was the kind of person who probably would have been more infuriating to her if she weren't so genuinely sweet. At least from every interaction that she had ever had with her, Cordelia wasn't someone who pretended to be innocent and played it up just for the attention, and Blair couldn't imagine her doing such a thing. Was she a little bit naïve? Well, Blair was pretty sure that anyone who worked for The Quibbler had to be somewhat naïve, but Cordelia meant well. Gradually, Cordelia woke up, but she seemed pretty out of it still. Blair didn't really mind having to wait for Cordelia to understand what was going on, though it didn't take her as long to take her up on the offer of Pepper-Up Potion as it did for her to recognize what time it was. "T-Top shelf in m-my bathroom," Cordelia said of the potion. At least that saved her a trip to the apothecary, Blair thought. Cordelia managed to sit up again, but Blair wasn't certain that she wouldn't just fall asleep sitting up or fall back over into a more reclined position. "I-I can show you," Cordelia offered, already trying to get up and stand again. She still sounded awful, and Blair immediately put out her hand. "It's okay." For obvious reasons, Blair didn't want Cordelia to try to summon the potion over. She couldn't be in two places at once, either, and really didn't want to have to spot Cordelia just to make sure that she would be alright to get up and get it herself. "If you don't mind me going into your bathroom," she noted, "I can get it."cordelia regan smith
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Sept 11, 2021 15:30:12 GMT -7
Post by cordelia regan smith on Sept 11, 2021 15:30:12 GMT -7
▲ Living in this apartment was basically like being back in the Hufflepuff common room, but she found it a lot more freeing and relaxed. At school there were always small groups of rambunctious younger students or misfired games of Exploding Snap. While the latter was possible here, she could retreat back into her room if she really wanted to. If anything, she felt more welcome to hanging around in the living space than she had with the common room. She certainly wouldn’t have passed out from sickness on any of the couches or chairs there. Her comfort was finally coming to full realization if this was possible. After a few moments of sitting up straight and staring blankly at Blair, the pressure of her stuffed nose started to become a bit too much for her. It felt like it was boring straight into her skull, and a headache localized on that side of her face almost instantly. She rubbed at her nose and tried to apply pressure to the spot on her face where it seemed to be built-up the most, but that barely did anything to help the situation. “You can…” she answered. It wasn’t like she had anything in her room that she was afraid to show anyone or that her housemates hadn’t seen before when they were all in school. Even the stuffed llama sitting on her bed had made an appearance through all seven years at Hogwarts. The rest of her belongings were books and camera equipment, nothing too notable and definitely not magically dangerous. To combat the creeping headache, she let the upper half of her body fall back onto the pillows she had previously been burrowed into, though remained in a weird sitting position. The brief amount of time with her head away from the pillows allowed them to cool down slightly, and that was beyond welcome right now. Once the pepper-up potion was in her, it would probably go away instantly. @blair ● 328 ● Perennial by Spiritbox MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Oct 22, 2021 18:01:01 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2021 18:01:01 GMT -7
February 14, 2026 "You can…" Cordelia answered her, still sounding groggy and like she had no business getting up to look for anything on her own.
Blair nodded as she saw Cordelia lean back a bit, though she remained sitting up. "I've got it," she reassured the blonde, turning and moving in the direction of Cordelia's bathroom, as she'd indicated. She wasn't sure when she had suddenly become the "mom friend", because that wasn't really her thing at all, but somebody had to do it. That Cordelia had pointed out the shelf on which the potion was supposed to be sitting made it even easier, Blair thought as she walked into Cordelia's bathroom.
She found the bottle of Pepper-Up Potion in there without any trouble and got it down from the top shelf, just as Cordelia had said. Blair didn't pay attention to much else, not that she felt she needed to. Cordelia was probably the last person on Earth in whose belongings she'd find herself snooping. "Got it!" she called, carrying it back out to the sofa for Cordelia's benefit.
Smiling a little as she approached Cordelia again, Blair held the potion bottle up slightly in a gesture of victory and then held it out to Cordelia. "One bottle of Pepper-Up Potion," she announced before changing her tone a little. "How are you feeling now?" Blair checked, not that she'd been out of the living room for long at all. "Better? Worse? The same?" As she spoke, she moved her free thumb from a thumbs-up gesture to a thumbs-down gesture and then something in between the two.
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Nov 6, 2021 21:38:22 GMT -7
Post by cordelia regan smith on Nov 6, 2021 21:38:22 GMT -7
▲ Cordelia knew that Blair was only gone for a matter of seconds, maybe even less than that, but it felt like ages in her sickness riddled state. Time was slowed down and every single blink of her eyes could account for minutes or hours, she wasn’t really sure. The nurses at Hogwarts, while sometimes abrasive about minor issues, had always been kind when it came to illness. It always felt like she was at home when it happened – expertly taken care of and back in order instantly. As it stood now, even with a pepper-up potion about to be coursing through her body, she was still going to be exhausted tomorrow. Sleep and medicine was the only way for her to fully kill off this cold, and the sleep part was coming fairly easy so far. She could feel the reverberations of Blair’s feet on the floor coming back towards the living room before she felt her presence back in front of the couch. Her eyes snapped open lazily, focusing in on the bottle that contained the pepper-up potion. “Thanks,” she said weakly as she pulled herself back up into a sitting position and took the bottle from Blair. Two attempts at uncorking it were necessary, but she managed to do so eventually. The burning medicinal factors of the potion were never horrid like their muggle equivalents, but medicine was medicine. If it tasted good then it probably wasn’t doing its job. Like pepper-up potions were known to do and as she had expected, the instantaneous effect of it worked perfectly. Her head started to clear and the compacted gunk that had stuffed her nostrils vanished. While it wasn’t a permanent fix for the cold, it worked wonders. She gave Blair a thumbs up in response to her roommate’s questions. “L-loads better. Tired still, but better.” Getting food into her stomach was the next step, and she was pretty sure she had a can of soup sitting in the kitchen just for this sort of occasion. Her only real problem now was that this was the last bottle of potion she had. Should her sickness come back with a vengeance the next morning, it was going to be a rough walk down to Slug & Jiggers to get another couple of bottles. Cordelia contemplated whether it would be bothersome to ask Blair for help on that too, if it happened, and decided it was worth it to ask just in case. “If it w-wouldn’t b-be too much to ask…in the m-morning, if I-I’m l-like that again…c-could you r-run to the apothecary and get m-more? I’ll p-pay obviously…” It was too late now to go, and resting up was going to do her the most good. This was only a what-if scenario in the off chance that her muggle medicine decided not to work again. @blair ● 474 ● Peeled From Reality by Creeping Death MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Nov 12, 2021 21:10:04 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2021 21:10:04 GMT -7
February 14, 2026 Blair was about to offer her help to Cordelia in opening the potion bottle, but Cordelia managed to do it on the second try. The potion—as Blair hoped and as she was sure Cordelia did, too—seemed to work almost right after Cordelia took it. She said that she was tired still but felt "loads better" than she had. Considering how rough Cord had looked and sounded when she had gotten home, Blair thought, that was positive.
"Good," she told Cordelia with a slight smile. "I'm glad."
"If it w-wouldn’t b-be too much to ask…" Cordelia then hesitated, checking if she could run to the apothecary for some more Pepper-Up Potion in the morning if she paid her for the cost of the potion
"Yeah, I can do that," Blair agreed, not giving it a second thought before telling Cordelia that she could head over there. It would mean having to make sure that she was awake early enough to make sure that she could get the potion on a Sunday, but whatever. She'd get extra out of her own pocket, too, just to make sure that Cordelia had enough to last her until she was better.
"Are you hungry for dinner right now?" she added, thinking about it. It wasn't as though they sat down for flatmate dinners on the regular around Puff Palace, but she didn't want to start making dinner for herself and not ask, especially since Cordelia probably wasn't feeling well enough to make something for herself. "Sh*t. It's a shame Blishwick's pizza place isn't open in Hogsmeade yet. We could've just ordered a pizza," she considered. The problem with living in Horizont Alley was that they couldn't just order food to be delivered from out in the No-Maj part of London—or even farther afield.
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Jan 9, 2022 21:13:03 GMT -7
Post by cordelia regan smith on Jan 9, 2022 21:13:03 GMT -7
▲ Another dose of pepper-up potion in the morning probably wouldn’t be a bad idea at all, regardless of how she physically felt. Obviously the worst case scenario was being bedridden similar to how she was currently, but if she could move her legs, she could make it to the apothecary on her own. Either way, she was going to need more in the long run just in case. That was sort of the nice thing about that specific potion – it had a long shelf life and could be stored like a muggle medicine. Plus the apothecary workers would probably know of something else to keep her going throughout the day if she really needed it. The benefit was that tomorrow was a Sunday, and the Quibbler wasn’t going to run her ragged on a Sunday. That would only happen if they suddenly started believing that the days of the week were fabrications imposed by some eldritch magical being that humans were incapable of seeing or understanding, yet bent the knee to all of the being’s whims. She still didn’t understand half of the nonsense that was thrown her way there, but it gave her an excuse to take pictures and get paid well enough for it. Couldn’t argue against that in this sort of economy. “Thanks,” Cordelia said slowly on the back end of a long, tired exhale. Even with the potion starting to take effect, she was still exhausted. The sleep she had after getting home had been wracked with sickness and really hadn’t done anything for her. Now that she was awake and hungry, it was sort of all hitting at once. Blair seemed to be thinking about food as well, and that made Cordelia reached for her phone, which wasn’t in her pocket where it usually was. A moment of fumbling and she found it wedged under a pillow, where she had presumably put it after looking at it in her ill-state. “It’s that l-late?” she asked, as her eyes blinked away the brightness of her phone screen. Yup. It was certainly time for dinner. What time had she passed out on the couch again? The idea of getting pizza at the new place the Blishwick’s had opened was great, until it wasn’t. Virtually everyone knew that it was opening in less than a week, only because every advertisement possible for it was blasted all across the shopping districts. She had even seen it posted in other shop windows. Clearly they’d been paid for that bit of advertising. And now that the thought of pizza had been planted in her head, she wanted it. There were difficulties to that though, being where they lived, and she knew that was probably why Blair hadn’t rebounded with going to a muggle pizza place instead. “D-Does the Violet Hound do t-t-to-go?” They had decent pub food, and she was sure she could get something hearty to eat from there. @blair ● 489 ● Deeper Than Shallow by Roo Panes MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Feb 27, 2022 2:30:47 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2022 2:30:47 GMT -7
February 14, 2026 It wasn't often that Blair's flatmates asked her to run errands for them, nor was Cordelia's request of her frivolous. She probably wasn't going to be well enough in the morning to go buy the potion she needed for herself; she wasn't just making her get it because she was too lazy or supposedly too "busy" or whatever excuse she possibly could have come up with instead. No, she was actually sick, and it was clear that she wasn't just faking it for attention.
Cordelia seemed slightly panicked when she realized that it was dinnertime, checking the time on her phone for confirmation that it was actually the time that Blair had said it was. Again, Blair couldn't blame her for being in a daze. With pizza out of the question unless she went to get it from a No-Maj place—not the toughest thing in the world but not particularly convenient under the circumstances—Blair was perfectly fine with getting or making something. Cordelia, at least, seemed to have an appetite, and she asked if the Violet Hound did to-go orders.
"Yeah, I'm sure they do to-go orders," Blair answered Cordelia. "What do you want to get?" Though the pub was slightly nicer than the Leaky Cauldron, she really didn't think that they would care if she called in an order of food to take off the premises. It wasn't like she was going to be calling in an order for a round of beers for multiple people and levitating the pint glasses out the door or anything that might get controversial somehow.
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Apr 2, 2022 13:19:02 GMT -7
Post by cordelia regan smith on Apr 2, 2022 13:19:02 GMT -7
▲ Having a pub so close was sort of a double-edged sword at times. The Violet Hound was far from being a rowdy establishment, and she quite liked going there when it was quieter on the weekdays. Compared to the Leaky Cauldron, it had a lot less foot traffic going in and out of it, and she was sure when it was crowded she wouldn’t want to be anywhere nearby. On days where Quidditch matches finished early, there was always a rowdy group that tended to hang out well into the night. She knew that because she could hear them if she left her bedroom window open. The life of living in Horizont Alley. But that was also what made the Violet Hound a perfect pick for food tonight: it was extremely close. “Shepherd’s pie?” That would hit all the right spots that her stomach needed right now. Probably scorch her tongue as well, but she could deal with that easily with a wave of her wand. “It’s pretty good…” she said quietly as she sank into the couch again. The real trick was keeping herself awake long enough to eat. The Pepper-Up potion was definitely starting to kick in now, which helped clear her head up and make her more aware of what was going on. That being said, feeling better also made her want to go back to sleep and get a solid night’s worth of it. She knew she’d be starving in the morning though, and putting something in her stomach now before officially crashing would do her good. Rubbing at the sleep in her eyes, Cordelia realized that she would have to get money for Blair to take to the pub. Slowly moving the blanket she’d been wrapped up in off of her body, she stood up from the couch. The head rush had her wobbling for a moment like a newborn foal, legs unsure of where they were supposed to be after having been pulled into her chest for the last few hours. “L-Let me get the m-money. I know the amount.” Shuffling her fuzzy-socked feet around the couch, she used the piece of furniture as stability until her legs felt like they were starting to remember what they were used for. Then all she had to do was walk down the entire stretch of the hallway to her room… @blair ● 394 ● From Ruin...We Rise by Shadow of Intent MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Apr 12, 2022 11:28:11 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2022 11:28:11 GMT -7
February 14, 2026 "Shepherd's pie?" Cordelia's request was an easy one. "It's pretty good…" she added.
Despite not sounding totally with it, Cordelia was up and standing before Blair could keep her from exerting that kind of energy without assistance. She watched her flatmate cautiously as she continued to use the sofa to maintain her balance, telling her that she could get her the money and knew what amount she needed.
"I've got it. One shepherd's pie. It's cool, Cord," Blair told her firmly. If she really felt the need to, Cordelia could pay her back once she wasn't sick and likely to topple over. Blair knew that she didn't need to treat Cordelia like a little kid, but she was also careful with her. She maintained a sort of optimism that Blair couldn't remember ever having had, even in childhood. Without going so far as to use a Softening Charm on the floor as a temporary measure, she was standing there and spotting her, just in case Cordelia's legs gave out.
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May 31, 2022 18:03:05 GMT -7
Post by cordelia regan smith on May 31, 2022 18:03:05 GMT -7
▲ Shepherd’s pie was usually steaming hot, so she was sort of confused why Blair was saying it was cool. But she still needed to get her money, and staying in her bedroom for the remainder of the night was also a good idea. “I’m just going to…walk to my room,” she explained, slightly out of breath from the sudden verticality she’d put herself into. The first step after letting go of the coach was terrifying, because she had just experienced the instability when standing up. The head rush was sort of gone and thankfully she wasn’t spinning, but it was definitely going to be a task to get to where she wanted to be. Slowly moving towards the hallway wall that her room was on, she used it as a crutch to keep her legs moving. All she really needed to do was keep her hand traced along the wall and she’d make it there. Easy. And she did, albeit in an unknown amount of time. She didn’t dare turn around to see if Blair was following closely behind because such a movement felt like it would make her topple over instantly. Gripping the doorframe to her room tightly as she finally reached it, Cordelia made the last few long strides across her shag carpet and onto her bed. The coolness of it chilled her instantly, yet she knew in a minute or two it would turn into an oven. All of the thick blankets that created her nest of a bed were there for a reason. “R-Right…money,” she muttered, pointing at a small pouch, which sat on the desk that shared the wall with the door. “I-I’ll just eat it here. Th-Thanks…” Cordelia mumbled out before pulling the biggest weighted blanket she owned up to her nose, making it look like she had been swallowed by a blanket monster. @blair ● 310 ● Mistral by Roo Panes MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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