𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘧. 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘵 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘦

⠀ 𝒫𝓇𝑜𝒻. 𝐻𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓉 𝒲𝒾𝓁𝒹𝑒 activist, professor ⁣ ⠀ trouble-maker ⠀

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@fearnebrambell — prestigious careers.

@fearnebrambell — youngest of five, her parents goal for her unlike her brothers’ was simply marriage. She knew it was going to take a lot of hard work and focus to reach her goals, to prove she was every bit as good as the banker, the healer, all four of her older siblings who’d carved —

𝙇𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪. @fearnebrambell Harriet was late. It was the first Care of Magical Creatures class of her final year and she was 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦. It wasn’t on purpose, She —

@fearnebrambell — by kissing her again, taking comfort in the taste of her lips. How she’d missed her.

@fearnebrambell — her. “I just can’t— one day I’m going to travel for work, months on end, I’ve always known my career will have to come first if I want to make it in a man’s world, I just…” It still didn’t change how she felt and that tore her apart inside. She hid it as always —

@fearnebrambell — to pull away from Fearne to be able to think straight.

@fearnebrambell — would’ve at least opted for a bed. She liked to think she was already attentive with Fearne but now the study space felt cheap and sleazy and she could never take thst back for the girl’s first time. She lowered her hands to her side and took a step back. She needed —

@SevTSnapeAlways — clearly been working outside for some time. “You made it back in one piece.” She noted, reaching for a towel draped over the gate that separated them and using it to dab at her face. She really hoped he’d been a half hour or so later, she might’ve at least showered by then.

@SevTSnapeAlways — heard him. “Severus.” She smiled, pushing herself up off the floor. She had the sleeves of her blouse folded up past her elbows, mud on her corduroy trousers, looks strands of blonde stick up different ways and a light sheen of perspiration on her skin. She’d —

.@SevTSnapeAlways “Excuse me.” Harriet made to push the staff room door open a mere second before Severus’ hand could get there. Rule number one of dominating a business setting was always getting there first. Make the move towards your colleague, offer the handshake —

@fearnebrambell — sorry… can you forgive me?” She asked quietly, her eyes pleading. She’d never felt like this before, desperate to know Fearne was okay, she couldn’t bear to be the reason she was upset.

@fearnebrambell — she spotted the blood on the girl’s thumb and couldn’t help herself. She was in front of Fearne in an instant, gently prying her hand from her mouth and placing a soft kiss to her knuckles. Her other hand was at her waist in a gentle hold. She just couldn’t help it. “I’m —