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.TAG @GRACE GARDINER