How so? All you have to do is write that al is gay and maybe his past.i need help with my mini bio for liz’s thingy halp
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You wouldn’t let me let you go } Hugo
Georgia Bloom, Seventh year in Hufflepuff, was trying her hardest to show her boyfriend just how brave she was. She didn’t want to worry him by crying. She didn’t need him to know how terrible she felt that she had to cut off all of her hair and now wear a wig. What she wanted Hugo to see was just how happy she was in his presence. He was her light on a dark, moonless night. He meant something to her. And right now, the charming red head was all she had besides Rene.
“Sorry, I’m not taking in any clients today…” the girl said through sniffles. How ironic was it, that she was crying madly in the stall that Moaning Myrtle died in? There was an annoying feeling to the weakness of crying, too. Yes, it released all of her emotions like a type of catharsis, but in the end it made her feel small. Crying made her feel like she had finally become cancer’s bitch. “Again…” sniff. “I’m not…” sniff.”Able to see anyone right now.” her voice became soft and muffled, while she hoped that whoever it was would go away.
Hugo, being the loving yet over-protective boyfriend he was, was looking for his girlfriend. She’d disappeared, it seemed, for he couldn’t find her anywhere. And now was not the time that he should be losing her. No, Hugo wanted her by his side every minute possible. So that’s what brought him to her ‘headquarters’, causing him to hear the sniffles coming from the stall she’s always occupying. He tiptoed over, knocking lightly and feeling his heart break at her tired response. He hated hearing her so broken. He was supposed to be there if she ever felt sad, so that he could be her rock.
“Gee?” Hugo called out quietly; in that soothing voice that he always uses when he’s trying to calm someone down. “It’s just me. Open up.” He just wants to hold her tightly in his arms and make all the pain go away. Because life has been terribly unfair for her, and he wishes he could change that. Even though he can’t. So really what he feels is the best thing he can do is just be there for her whenever she needs him. Which, in his mind, is always. That’s why he’s been so… clingy of sorts lately. It’s just because he cares so much.
I know you all missed me dearly, but I’m back now bitches!
Jazzaroo? Seriously? Why do you always give me ridicules nicknames yet I simply call you Weasley or Hugo? Like, I found it cute when you started calling me Jazz during our third year since I was going through the awkward stage where I always listened to smooth jazz…but Jazzaroo? Seriously? I guess I’m going to find a ridicules nickname for you two, now.
I call you all of these just to laugh at your reactions. They’re fucking hilarious, really, Jazzy. I’ll never stop with them, so think of some good ones.
I know you all missed me dearly, but I’m back now bitches!
Of course we did, Jazzaroo.
