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 God save the Prom Queen, JuCe [TW: implied eating disorder]
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Juni
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Trigger Warning: Contents in this thread contain allusions about Eating Disorders.

“Congratulations Juni!” Ashley and Cora chimed in an awkward unison as they pushed open the door to their own dorm. They had each looked weighed down with exertion - the sweat that had gathered on their cakey faces had caused splotches of discolouration in their foundation — it was particularly unfortunate for Cora as the poor girl already had a myriad of skin problems... and if she continued she’d the trend of heavy makeup, she’d soon be applying her foundation with a trowel...

Juni’s lips pulled up into a broad and gratuitous rehearsed smile - her tiara still perched on her head, her satin sash still strewn across her exposed shoulder (she walked with the same kind of rigidity of someone who frequently gorged themselves on Aubrey Hepburn films); though her fingers gripped tightly around the heels of her shoes - her bare feet pressing across the wooden floorboards of the Thunderbird hallway.

Gracie’s room was almost always difficult to find. Something about it’s location had always been overwhelmed with memories of the events that led them to finding it; Grace’s first kiss, the time Winnie had called their teacher a muggle, Kieran Dunne’s love letter...

It had taken the tipsy prom queen seven minutes to find it.

Her fingers gripped around the door knob, “Are you decent?” she asked, already beginning to push the door open before she’d heard the other girls answer. For all she knew Grace had left, and Winnie had come back early and decided to spend yet another night sad and intoxicated and in a strangers arms — or she’d passed out between Grace’s pink sheets. The possibilities were endless really.

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Apr 1 2018, 04:02 AM
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Gracie
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She’d once heard that the best way to bypass disappointment was to expect nothing. Perhaps her night could’ve been improved that way. If she’d kept herself from buying into all the hype, maybe prom wouldn’t have been such an unfathomable disappointment.

It probably wouldn’t have made a difference. Six years of excitement had been abandoned weeks ago, left in the forest to disintegrate with the lingering traces of Phillip. She didn’t feel like herself anymore and she certainly didn’t feel up to actualizing all of her foolish, girly fantasies.

Without the flask of Jose Cuervo in Aaron Quinn’s jacket pocket she doubted she would’ve made it through thirty minutes of the jaunty affair. She was undeterred by the hungry look in the boy’s eyes as she polished off the majority of the liquor herself. He thought she was making his job easier for him, but no amount of tequila would keep her from being a frigid bitch when the time called for it.

Juni was prom queen. Grace was leaving early by herself. Nothing was right with the world.

Her vision swam as she stood before the mirror picking pins from her hair. Her eyeliner was smudged, her lips swollen from being anxiously bitten. She wanted nothing more than to crawl beneath her covers and forget every ugly thought that occupied her inebriated mind, but Juni’s voice carried through the door. By the time Grace glanced behind her it was already open a crack, the delicately manicured fingers of prom royalty visible.

“Yeah. Come in!” She called, trying to force a little enthusiasm into her tone.

Apr 1 2018, 04:25 AM
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Juni
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Her back pressed against the cold wood of the door, and she grinned broadly - heady fingers dropped her shoes (which clunked as they hit the ground) and reached up towards her tiara. “I can’t believe I won.” she breathed, her voice heavy with the weight of her own Bullshit.

She could obviously - she hadn’t spent the past two years buttering up the student body for nothing... but people were supposed to act in disbelief.

Her gaze drifted towards her friend. Eyeliner stained and lips swollen, a collection of pins in her hands - casually pretty. She turned her gaze toward the bed and then down towards her own discarded shoes “Winnie’s not back yet?” she asked.

Her own makeup had remained relatively unaltered, her lipstick had faded only slightly due to the tentative sips of alcohol she’d taken.

But she owed most of her pristineness to the artful tactic of not moving much.

She’d made certain to uphold a strict sway and and dip only policy - maintain her space within the centre of the gymnasiums small universe, forcing the other students to orbit around her as though she were the sun. And there’d been too many eyes for drunken teen boys to try and approach her, and press their ‘agonies’ against the light fabric of her dress, or allow their sticky hands to brush against the satin of her sash.

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Apr 1 2018, 04:29 AM
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Gracie
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Juni’s shoes hit the ground with a disruptive thud. She was making herself at home, probably planning to curl up on the bed with her and share the details of the magical evening she’d just had. She’d expect shared squeals of delight, maybe for Grace to crack open the bottle of Cristal she had hidden in the back of her wardrobe.

Or she’d know better and understand what a punch to the gut it was to watch her pudgy little follower win that stupid crown. It was still perched atop her head, amidst unsettlingly perfect golden curls.

“Congrats.” She told her - because she was supposed to. She rested her shoulder against a chest of draws, dropping the handful of pins. Her hair hung about her shoulders, half undone from it’s sweeping updo. “Sorry I didn’t get a chance to say that earlier…”

It was an uncomfortable shift in power, Grace apologizing for such a thing. Juni had always been her friend, her pet project. Now she stood before her, dress clinging to her narrow waist, makeup perfect, a sweet, believable smile on her face. She was unrecognizable. Or rather...too close to filling the shoes Grace typically occupied.

“I doubt Winnie will be back. She was off somewhere with Sean Sutton last I heard...you know her.” She sank a little further against the drawers, arms folding over her chest.

Apr 1 2018, 04:40 AM
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Juni
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Congratulations The word sounded thick, as though they threatened to press together the lines of Grace’s throat as she spoke. But Juni smiled as though she couldn’t tell the difference - though perhaps there might’ve been something akin to smugness that touched the corners of her mouth...

”It’s okay Gracie,” she shook her head dismissively. Her hand reached down to smooth over her sash; as though for all intensive purposes it had stitched itself into the seams of her skin and she intended to sleep in it; before rising back up toward her earrings. “There was so much happening, it honestly felt like a constant swarm of people - you probably would’ve felt suffocated, anxiety and all.” her fingers pulled apart the first stud and she made her way toward the mirror.

The topic of Grace’s mental state was particularly controversial these days, and Juni found the tender line between supportive friend and stern murder accomplice very much set on not spending the twilight of her youth within the steel confines of the New York Penetentiary taxing... at times.

Their reflections looked similar. Though her slightly tipsy gaze coupled with the slouched angle Grace stood at the other girl’s image seemed less fixed - a pleasant blur.. Her eyes trailed across her own still figure, her nimble fingers working for the second stud as she continued on.

“And there were so many people I probably wouldn’t have even noticed.” A swift smile flashed toward the blonde’s reflection. She was kidding, of course.

She’d like to say that she was so content with Grace’s response that she didn’t need to elaborate further on Winnie’s location, though reality was never quite so flattering — and the stark truth of the matter was that she was simply too drunk on the heady glow of her victory that there wasn’t enough room left within her to care who’s seedy bed her sister would wind up in...

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Apr 1 2018, 04:51 AM
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Gracie
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The events of the past few weeks had shifted the positions each of them held within the group. Grace had suddenly found herself forced to talk to Kiernan Dunne. Winnie was more often curled up in her bed sobbing instead of out partying her nights away. Juni had risen to the top. Like scum.

Anxiety and all.

Her heart sank to her knees, nausea stewing in the pit of her stomach.

Grace wasn’t sure what part she played now. There an unfamiliar need to validate her presence, a crushing sense of helplessness that gripped her throat and seized her wrists every time she tried to choke out a sentence. There was nothing she could contribute, no reason for her to be wasting people’s time. She’d been a bubbly ray of sunshine, a welcome addition to every party. But people no longer smiled at her the way they’d used to. Whatever natural charm she’d possessed was dead and gone. She felt crippled by envy for her former self.

Her shoulder was pressed against the top drawer, coincidentally the home of her xanax. She distanced herself from both it and Juni, settling herself against the end of her unmade bed.

“Glad you had a good time.” She insincerely told the smug girl prying at her earrings. Shoes first, then earrings. She wondered if Juni planned on dismantling every other part of her outfit before she removed the proof of her victory.

Apr 1 2018, 05:08 AM
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Juni
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She smiled, as the other girl moved towards her bed. Her palmful of studs pressed down onto Grace’s dresser.

“Thanks, G.” Her eyes returned to the mirror and once more a manicured hand smoothed itself over her sash - she felt the aftermath of satisfaction as her fingers traced over the dip in her narrow waist. It was the silent jubilation at the fact that not only did her dress fit but there were still small pockets of air between it and her skin whenever she shifted too swiftly.. it was a nod to the astute control she’d maintained throughout this entire ordeal.

”Did you have a good night?” she asked.

Pale eyes met the dark circles that had smudged across Grace’s eyelids in the mirror.

“I thought I saw you and Fitz at one point.”The Ross to Grace’s Rachel, their groups resident will they, won’t they, who gives a shit -adorable couple. Juni was certain she’d caught them lingering around one another as she’d begun her ascent towards the stage, before they’d gotten lost in the tumult of sweaty corsages and acne.

Her hand gripped around her own corsage - Timmy Bolton had asked her and she’d given him a selection of options that worked well enough with her dress. They’d snapped pictures, danced several times and then she’d spent the rest of the evening too self consumed by her new subjects to speak to him.

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Apr 1 2018, 05:13 AM
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Gracie
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She watched Juni’s hand shift over the satin sash once more, fighting a losing battle to keep the displeasure from showing on her face. If she corrected the damn sash one more time she’d choke her with it.

“It was fine.” It was the most flattering assessment she was capable of offering about the night’s festivities. The same faces that had been etched with worry and grief at Phillip’s vigil had been squealing with glee about rhinestones and balloon arrangements. It wasn’t the fairytale she’d always hoped it would be. There were no butterflies in her stomach, no handsome gentleman to guide a stray piece of hair behind her ear, no magical, life changing kiss. It was a vulgar, superficial distraction.

But, as Juni had reminded her, Fitz had been there - a welcome distraction from the body glitter pantomime unfolding before her eyes. He’d seen her staggering unsteadily on her heels, offered his arm for her stability. He probably smelled the tequila on her breath, but unlike Aaron Quinn he bothered to ask if she was okay. There was a moment, when blue lights danced across his handsome profile, where she considered manufacturing some of the magic she’d anticipated for the evening. That life changing kiss...there was nobody better for it.

But then it had been Juni’s night, her name boomed over the crowd. She ascended the stage with stolen humility, accepting the crown with a plagiarized smile.

Grace rested her hands against the mattress behind her, her shoulders lifting in a dismissive shrug. “You and Tommy looked cute together.” She said simply because it felt impolite to say nothing.

Apr 1 2018, 05:37 AM
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Juni
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A brow raised as Grace’s arms slid behind her, the vagueness of her answer only added to her uncharacteristic behaviour..

“Wow, never thought I’d hear the day Grace Gardiner described a night as... just fine.” She returner, hands finally gripping over her sash and she pulled it off slowly, as though the enchanted fabric might fray or the white lettering that stitched across it might crack and crumble into a fine powder across the floor.

“Timmy,” she corrected, “Tommy’s the captain of the Quidditch Team - nice jaw, chapped lips, cut in the eyebrow. He’s hot but like in a rugged kind of way... he’d probably make for better conversation than Timmy though,” she laughed slightly, her shoulders shook and her curls bounced against her upper arms. It was a fair assessment, Timmy (handsome as he was) had held her tensely in his arms, his back was tight and rigid like piano strings and his paranoid eyes had shifted monotonously between her face and her feet - watching their steps and making polite conversation about the weather as though they were in a Jane Austen movie.

The boy seemed to have conjured up a picture of what patterns their feet ought to make on the ground, of how they should look together and how they should speak together. He stuck so fiercely to it that Juni no longer felt bad about the suggestion that she was merely using him, because it seemed that he was using her too.

She dropped it down towards the ground so not to risk knocking her tiara before stepping out of it; swiftly laying it flat against Grace’s dresser.

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Apr 1 2018, 05:39 AM
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Gracie
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Juni couldn’t read a room for shit. There she stood, babbling and giggling in response to the minimal conversational effort Grace was exerting, failing to notice that her friend hadn’t cracked a genuine smile since she’d walked in. She didn’t want her behaviour questioned, she didn’t want to hear about Juni’s date, she didn’t want to help her disentangle her hair from that tiara. She wanted the night to be over.

Juniper removed the sash. Thank Christ. Perhaps it would be easier to let the bitterness slide once she was talking to Juniper Vickers instead of The Prom Queen.

“Timmy.” She corrected herself halfheartedly, watching the fabric drape across her dresser. The other girl was making herself rather comfortable. Grace wondered if she ought to cut to the chase and offer a spare pair of pyjamas. She stood, a little unsteady on her feet, and joined Juni by the mirror, extracting the last few pins from her hair and letting her golden tresses unravel messily about her shoulders.

“I figured you might still be dancing with Jules.” She offered, shooting a sidelong glance at her friend. If Juni’s night had been so magical, why was she with her instead of locked in the arms of some dreamy boy?

Apr 1 2018, 05:54 AM
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Juni
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”You mean, ‘The Sun’?” Juni replied lips pulling up into a tried and sardonic smile - before she shook her head.

Julian had the sort of unearned confidence that Juni both envied and despised - an ego as impenetrable as solid Teflon. Their time spent dancing together, was filled with discomfort on Juniper’s part - girls fawned at him in over her shoulder, And he attempted to coyly whisper about the deep, troubling thoughts he’d been having since ‘the incident’ whilst simultaneously making barely concealed digs at her tiara—

She cast a glance toward the Thunderbird, catching sight of a black pin jutting our from the back of her head that she’d missed. Juni moved behind her, hands rose up to detangle it without warning - or permission. Perhaps after all those years of hair braiding she was far too familiar with the intricacies of Grace Gardiner’s golden locks.

“I swear to god, give that boy a crown and he starts to think he’s Louis XIV.” Though Grace was a few inches taller than her, Juni could still spot the vein in the blonde’s long neck - blue and throbbing. Perhaps if she’d paid more attention in class, or perhaps if Ilvermorny offered more credible science lessons - she might’ve understood the implications of what throbbing in that area meant... but all Juni knew was that that was the place where you dosed perfume against your skin.

And she could smell cinnamon and old spice rolling off of Grace like burning incense; paired with her signature Dolce & Gobana light blue.

Her hands retreated from her hair and brushed down the sides of her cold shoulders, and her lips twitched slightly as she glanced back toward their dual reflections.

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Apr 1 2018, 06:03 AM
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Gracie
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Suddenly Juni was behind her, quick fingers rifling through her curls. She felt a pinch and found herself reminded of a peculiar game they’d played in quiet moments in second year.

Crack an egg on your head. Let the yolk drip down, let the yolk drip down.

Her heavy head lulled to one side and she felt her hair come loose as Juni pried the last of the pins out. The prom queen’s fingers skimmed unnecessarily over her shoulders and a strange shiver ran down Grace’s spine.

Stab a knife in your back, let the blood drip down, let the blood drip down.

Maybe she should open the bottle of Cristal - use it to wash down a couple pills.

She forced a scoff at the comment on Julian, trying hard to imagine him as she’d once seen him. It was difficult now, when she passed one of the six from the forest in the hallways. They didn’t look like friends, or rivals any more. Dev wasn’t a study buddy, Kiernan wasn’t a peculiar stranger, Juni wasn’t a rival. They’d all transformed into much more than that. Each of them held her fate in their hands, and each other them could’ve been to blame for the final spell that crushed Phillip to the forest floor.

She tried not to dwell on it, her eyes instead meeting Juni’s in the mirror. Her cheeks were lightly rosy, dusted by a soft smattering of freckles. Her lips looked full, her hair was glossy, her frame slim and delicately curved. She wasn’t sure when the clumsy little loser had transitioned into this impeccable thing, but she was alluring and terrifying all at once. “You look beautiful.” She found herself whispering earnestly.

Apr 1 2018, 06:29 AM
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Juni
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There was a... sincerity in Grace’s tone that Juni was unfamiliar with, the octaves of her voice had changed in such a way that it had almost made the girl behind her feel uncomfortable. To hear the word beautiful directed at her, from Grace Gardiner’s lips was—

Her eyes trailed over Grace’s face once more, slower this time - as though finally able to distinguish between the various Grace’s that stood within the recesses of her mind and the one that stood before her. It was as though the arrogance of familiarity was starting to fade - if only slightly... and Juni was no longer as certain that the dark smudges of eyeliner that hung around the other blonde’s eyes, or the tender fading of her lipstick could be so easily dismissed anymore.

She was stood so closely against her, that their dresses pressed against one another and Juniper’s hot breath shifted strands of blonde that covered Grace’s back.

The vein on her neck pulsed and Juni’s eyes rested against it. It was strange, to be aware of the fact that whilst you flourished your friend was beginning to wither away...

Her lips pulled up slightly, idle finger tips coiled the tips of Grace’s soft hair between them. “Thanks Gracie,” she murmured, her eyes meeting hers once more in the mirror. “You look beautiful always.” Her lips twitched.

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Apr 1 2018, 06:42 AM
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An uncomfortable lump gathered in her throat at the repaid compliment. Now more than ever, she was certain it was said out of courtesy, flattering her subjects was likely part of the prom queen charade. She didn’t feel beautiful. She felt drunk and incapable and raw. Flecks of kohl smattered across the skin beneath her fatigued eyes. Her insecurities, she’d always told herself they were invisible from a distance, felt more prominent than ever as Juni’s breath warmed her back. She tried to swallow the doubt..

“Thanks Juni.” She murmured, feeling her hair shift as the other girl toyed with it. She wasn’t sure where the conversation was leading or why her friend continued to touch her. There was a strange, intimate sense that hovered in the minimal air between them, a rare look in Juni’s eyes. Her hands felt clammy and she ran them over the silken skirt of her dress.

“Are you…” She turned around to face her in the hopes of bringing a little normality back to the situation. Instead, she was almost nose to nose with her, her chest rising and falling rapidly with inexplicable confusion. The half asked question remained unfinished, the words banished from her impaired mind.

Apr 1 2018, 07:20 AM
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Juni
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Her voice was faint. And when she turned it was hard to remember the fact that they were almost indistinguishable from one another these days. Juni had heard that in recent years people tended to conflate the girls with one another, viewing the trio as one single called organism - with the currency of each girl objectively amounting to the same.

Her eyes trailed across her.

Typically she’d be able to take in the myriad of tired makeup that blemished Grace’s skin, as she had with Cora mere minutes before, but in such close proximity Juniper found that the blotchy pink plump of Grace’s lips, the blonde side burn fuzz that seemed sticky with concealer and a nose with candy pink translucent nostrils, could only register dimly... as two sets of deep blue eyes lifted her up on a sea wave and held her suspended.

Her hair was still coiled between her finger tips, the skirt of her dress was still pressed against Juni’s and she could feel the faint whistle of Grace’s nose against her cheek.

Smell the alcohol against her breath as she spoke, it grew heavy in the shallow air between them; Juni could practically—

Are you?

A thick lump was beginning to form in her throat. And for a moment, she felt as Urie Tubman once had... that Grace Gardiner was the still point in a turning world.

Her cheeks flushed.

The satin skirt of her dress rustled against her thighs at their close proximity. A stark reminder to breathe again, and she stepped back, casting a polite distance between them.

”Thirsty?” Juni finished the sentence off, a brow cocked and her lips pulled up into a broad pink stained grin - she turned her head slightly glancing off towards the direction of Grace’s closet. ”Lets crack open a bottle.”

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Apr 1 2018, 07:29 AM
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