Dissendium 2.0

FORMAT: Log
WHO: Payton/Helen
WHEN: April 1976
WHERE: Payton's flat
WHAT: Helen fesses up.
NOTES: NSFW.

( I've been having an affair. )

WHO: Rhys Barbary, Bilius Weasley, Rupert Gordon, Helen Greengrass, Poldie Lochlin, Marcus Lane, Gun Kettleburn, Betty Braithwaite, Payton Prewitt, Gil Catchlove.
WHEN: February 21, the night of Jedediah's wake. Before all that business with the nearly sodomized Muggle Studies professor.
WHERE: Fort Freedom.
WHAT: Ludo, you should really hire Fort Freedom at Lumos. They do great grief counseling.


( Oh hell. I know what happens when Rhys starts pouring my drinks. )

FORMAT: Log
WHO: Helen/Payton
WHEN: February 1976
WHERE: Payton's. Then a bike. Then a bar.
WHAT: ZOOM.... went Payton's motorcycle.
NOTES: idk bro words

( I suppose necking in public isn't exactly polite, hm? )

FORMAT: Log
WHO: Marie and Helen
WHEN: December 1975
WHERE: Fort Freedom Party
WHAT: Famous last words
NOTES: Marie, you failed at your designated task.

( Is there anyone in particular you shouldn’t shag? )

FORMAT: Log.
WHO: Helen Greengrass and Rhys Barbary.
WHEN: The night of the Larch fiasco.
WHERE: FORT FREEDOM
WHAT: Rhys and Helen drink each other under the table. Or, well, onto the floor. You're welcome, Payton.

( Promise me I wasn’t a pill like that girl when I was at Hogwarts. )

FORMAT: Log
WHO: Helen & Payton
WHEN: The Morning After the 16-year-old girl fiasco
WHERE: Payton's flat
WHAT: More FEELS
NOTES: I got roped into more porn. Payton is v. v. pleased with this development, you all should know.

( Alright, so she was in bed with her ex. Her very attractive ex who she was pretty sure she had some feelings for.  )

FORMAT: Log
WHO: Helen/Payton
WHEN: Post 16 year old girl fiasco.
WHERE: FORT FREEDOM PARTY
WHAT: FEELS.
NOTES: ...good decisions.


( Two things at the moment were clear: 1. alcohol seemed to be playing a part in her admittance of that and 2. she was not kidding. )

FORMAT: Log
WHO: Payton and Helen
WHEN: Spring, 1968
WHERE: Hogwarts
WHAT: Helen's milkshake brings all the quidditch boys to the yard.
NOTES: Damn right, it's better than yours.

( If I only wanted to look at a pretty face, I could look in a mirror all day. )