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There had been a feeling of impatience in the air lately when it came to one Lisa Knotley, and the longer time went on, the thicker that aura felt, almost as if one could cut it with a knife. The break was approaching and the blonde waited for classes with bated breath, needing some sort of task or activity to keep herself from going insane after a few weeks of sitting on the sidelines. Although, despite her workaholic tendencies, not all was bad. Throughout the break, her schedule did find itself quite busy - that had been Aspen Clarke's full responsibility, and something the Sturt was quite grateful for. They had spent nearly every day of the break together, for hours on end; and, on occasion, multiple times in the same day. There had even been a day where she had gone to visit Lisa at night on her request, and the Sturt figured they could pull a second round of it all to bid goodbye at their little vacations. Just like the last time, it had been quite the simple affair to sneak the girl in; unlike that time, however, the blonde had ideas unbecoming of teenagers like them - she took to alcohol to make the seconds more tolerable. It had taken a bit of convincing, but she eventually got Aspen to agree to that little activity (much to Lisa's surprise). The conversation flew back and forth easily during the first few swigs they shared from one of the few bottles she had found over the past year laying around the school premises. However, as time went on and a potent buzz solidified in each of the girls, things turned south and the room grew distinctly quiet, devoid of laughter and amusing conversations. They sat against the headrest of Lisa's bed, dressed as if ready to go to sleep, leaning against each other in the somewhat uncomfortable silence. Not because of one another's presence or proximity, but because of what was going through their minds. At some point, the Sturt had handed the beverage to Aspen; to occupy her now idle hand, she pulled her friend's leg up to a bent position gently, if a bit clumsily, and found herself resting that hand on the top of her thigh, with a thumb running back and forth within its range. Despite her eyes being cast down towards the active finger, her gaze was anything but focused as the thoughts in her mind threatened to suffocate her at the drop of a hat. "...This is the part where I tell you to stay away, I think..." She muttered, breaking the silence, gaze stuck to the perpetually moving finger. Despite her words, no part of her body made a move to get away and escape the personal bubble of the friend she had grown so fond of. "I've come to really care about you, so... I don't want to end up screwing you over too at some point." It was remarkable how easily Aspen had broken through every barrier Lisa had so carefully built for a little over two years; and in a way she had betrayed the Bourke already by her very inaction at nipping the friendship in the bud the moment she noticed it was blossoming. She had wanted to feel close to someone again, she realized, but ultimately she knew she had been setting both up for failure and dooming the Bourke to the pain Lisa always seemed to inevitably cause. "That stuff you heard about me... From the Dueling Club. That's barely scratching the surface..." Her phrases dragged on as the alcohol took effect. She was conscious of the fact she was talking too much, but lacked the concern over what her words could end up doing to herself; the care for her friend dominated. "You already know I'm a lousy friend. I'm also, let's see... Lousy daughter, lousy sister, lousy girlfriend... S'just pick your poison at this point, really." She let out a deep exhalation. If only she knew how to stop herself. "I guess... I just don't want you to be next on the list." As her speech slowed to a halt, she decided to reach over with her free hand to take the bottle out of Aspen's hands, her head inadvertently pressing harder against the Bourke's with the leaning before she managed to return to her previous position; she then took a rather large swig in a vain attempt to forget her plights.
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'This is not going to end well. Not even a little.' Jamie thought to himself as he watched his sister's face contort in anger. It wasn't nearly as bad as it used to be, to be fair; although, it still disturbed him when Alex flew off the handle like that. Perhaps he could've worded the news better? Nevertheless, short of wiping her memories and trying again, there was not much the Seeker could do to soothe her rage at that point. "Are you kidding me, Jamie?" Came the obvious change in tone from the man's twin. "There's no way I'm giving her a second chance. Not any god damn way. I don't do that with people who walk out on others just because they fucking feel like it." It was not something Alex could withstand. Not after witnessing her father walk out of her life the way he did, without warning. Olivia hadn't been that close to her in comparison but they were friends, and she had done the same. In her point of view, none of that ilk should ever be forgiven. Jamie, on the other hand, sighed in frustration. He and the aforementioned woman had spoken at length about what occurred and he couldn't fault her for it, coupled with the fact of what he knew about the woman's past. If anything, he found it hard to believe Alex and Olivia couldn't relate in that manner. To see her sister blindly at odds was quite painful. "At least talk, okay? That's all I'm asking you to do." "Talk? Here's some talking for ya. Suck my imaginary dick." The woman reached for her bag to leave, not wanting to give her brother the time of day, and actively needing a walk to air out her anger; Jamie, however, had other thoughts. A trained hand reached for his wand and he wordlessly cast a spell on the front door, effectively locking it and blocking Alex's passage. The girl was bewildered when the lock wouldn't open, no matter how hard she tried. "...The fuck did you do?" She barked at her brother, looking at him incredulously. "Trying to help you be civilized, is all." He maintained an even tone despite the frustration, not being one to tackle confrontation so openly like his kin. As soon as he watched her go to her room instead, he repeated the spell; and then he followed it with all other doors of the apartment. Olivia was likely about to arrive, and he didn't want Alex barricading herself anywhere. "Just sit over there." He pointed towards the couch with his wand. "And wait. Okay? If this doesn't go well you can punch the hell out of me afterwards or something. But be an adult for once." "Tch." The squib clicked her tongue, and sat down in the couch with strong downward momentum, crossing her arms much like a petulant child having to do what they're told. 'This better be fucking quick...'
