also Evie is at her literal Most Vicious Scary Child Mauling when she’s sleeping
by which I mean if she’s snuggling with me and hardcore cuddled and sleeping, if I move my legs or shift her at all, she gives me this groany growl in protest at having her beauty sleep potentially disturbed even slightly
such fuss, very spoiled, what a high maintenance creature, I’mma get mauled
Jean likes to arrive at the studio a good thirty or forty minutes before daily class begins so that she has a room to herself to warm up and stretch and sort of just centre herself, because the studios at the Xavier Ballet Company are beautiful and they catch the early morning light wonderfully and so the entire room is lit up in this warm, bright glow, the sunlight reflecting off the mirrors in a way that makes the whole studio feel almost unearthly. She just likes to practice in the light, because it makes her feel like something heavenly and powerful and endless as the reflecting sunlight pools around her feet and she floats delicately across the floor, utterly a part of her own world
So every weekend since I’ve been back in Portugal, me, my fiancé and a couple of friends have been volunteering to walk the dogs in kennels. From the very first day I fell in love with this beauty. I like to call her Betsy. Me and my fiancé are working on trying to adopt her. She’s old and beautiful ❤ pray I can take her home soon!! 🙏🏻
A pink faced girl with a white headscarf stumbled out of the line, put on the hat, which fell right down over her eyes, and sat down. ‘HUFFLEPUFF!’ shouted the hat. The table on the right cheered and clapped as Hannah went to sit down at the Hufflepuff table; the ghost of the Fat Friar waving merrily at her.