Some Boys Wear Lip Gloss pv Finished

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Date. 7/9/2025 |Tag. @Vincent Balfour@Damien Dragonclaw@Elizabeth Hamilton
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Their arrival clearly surprised both the boys, though it didn't seem like they minded the company. While Elizabeth walked up to the boy in Ravenclaw robes to excuse her friend 'Gabriela', Gabriele smirked to himself, rolling his eyes. Albeit good-naturedly. Yeah, he was definitely not anywhere near gentle as a lamb, but that just made it so much funnier. At least she played a long well. With the same confident walk as before, he strolled towards one of the mirrors to admire his reflection and under pretence of fixing his lip gloss. In reality he was holding himself back from bursting into laughter at the whole scene.

Elizabeth asked him about her hair, to which Gabriele just tossed her a glance and shrugged. "Your hair looks good, girl. Slayy... or something." He wasn't too familiar how girls talked to each other. But he'd heard his little sister and her friends say slay a lot. Then again, maybe Elizabeth wasn't the average girl. She looked a bit too expensive to keep up with slang. Genuinely though, he thought her hair- and everything about her really- looked nice, even if he was still only pretending to be her girl friend.

The ravenclaw wondered what they were doing in here, to which Gabi answered, not very helpfully: "Looking for trouble. Found you.” If they could keep up was a different question. "Don't act like this isn't the most exciting thing that has happened to you all year." His words were teasing. Not even he would complain if two pretty girls joined the bathroom, under normal circumstances when Gabriele wasn't acting like one.

The other boy, the one dressed as a Slytherin(because he was) walked up him. Gabriele turned away from the mirror to look at him with a playfully cool, considering look when he introduced himself. As expected, he ate it up completely. What a fucking tool, Gabriele thought in mocking humour. "That's me." Gabriele confirmed his fake name with a sweet purr. "I'm surprised you didn't know me already. My reputation... precedes me." What reputation he was talking about, he couldn't tell you. A year into school and he could count the amount of people he'd spoken to on one hand. Then, to really play into the game, Gabriele stepped forward and basically threw himself at the brunette, tall boy. His dainty hands caught themselves on his chest, leaning his body into his taller frame like they were way past first introductions already.

In the back he heard the other guy introduce himself as Damien. Without pulling his eyes away from Vincent, he answered, "lovely." Though it was clear that his attention was elsewhere. Gabriele angled his face up, gazing up with him while batting his lashes flirtatiously. He gave him the kind of look that said, 'Go on, make your move' — mostly because it would be hilarious if he actually did. He really hoped Elizabeth was watching and taking notes. Gabi was still very much interested in the potential reward, and he needed her to see how well Gabriela played this game.

The blonde girl’s name was Elizabeth. Like the late Queen of England! Fitting, Vincent thought, casting her a curious glance. Damien’s voice sneaked up and into his ear only at the edges. It turned into faint background noise. The Ravenclaw boy seemed to introduce himself with such immaculate politeness that even a true gentleman could’ve taken notes.
The compliment he offered Elizabeth for her name afterward pressed into Vincent skull. It pushed all buttons, readying a roll of Vincent‘s eyes. Wasn‘t every third girl in England named after the Queen? To be fair, he wasn’t entirely sure about that believe. It still might be much rarer than he wanted to admit.

The Slytherin sighed. His gaze wandered back to the brunette. His attention forced itself to her small face. She had just commented that they shouldn’t act as though her arrival wasn’t the best thing to happen all year! As if a rule-breaking girl could truly compete with the Summer‘ End‘s fireworks of Dundee.
For a second, Vincent’s eyes narrowed critically. His thoughts leapt to the summer months - to those nights when bursts of colour would lit up the dark sky. Then, his gaze met those brown eyes in her pale face, and Vincent had to swallow.

It was a quiet surrender. The defeat was declared, pitifully by his heart. Gabriela was right. It pounded like a marathon in his chest, fiercer than any fireworks could have ever ignited.
The delicate girl turned toward him. Her voice rolled off her lips, confirming her name like a queen addressing her pathetic court. Suddenly, an uncomfortable tingling spread across his skin. She couldn’t seriously be making him feel like some court jester! Surely not. He didn’t even know this personified chaos of female beauty.

The Slytherin bit down on his tongue. An irritated look crept into his eyes, his features stiffened beneath it. Gabriela purred that she was surprised he didn’t know her. Her reputation, after all, should’ve preceded her. Had he missed something?
The gears in his mind started turning, overlapping, trying to rediscover themselves in search of some overlooked detail. As if in an uncared for corner some fragment of information might be hidden.

He opened his mouth to respond, lips parting. But then she shattered the last of his composure. Like an ambush, she pressed her body against his. Her weight leaned against his chest, her body heat seeping through the fabric and irritating him like only an unfulfilled promise from father could.
Elizabeth began to scold, pointing out that Gabriela should’ve waited until he, with proper arrogance, had kissed the back of her hand! The reprimand shot through his mind, crumpled into a ball, and was immediately thrown into the cognitive trash bin.
Never would he subject himself to that kind of humiliation!

His emotions dissolved within him, a molten spill of irritation and something far harder and much more annoying to name. His breath lifted his chest. It pressed against Gabriela’s, and suddenly, even staying alive felt unbearable in that girl‘s presence
“For goddamn goblin‘s sake…” he whispered, cursing himself.
Her eyes clung to his like handcuffs, forbidding him to flee. It pushed the envelope, drove it forward - past the boundary where overwhelm met brazen curiositie‘s crossing point. Her soft hair practically called his name!

He forced his gaze onto the long brown strands. Every wave of her hair called his name. Vincent followed. One arm slipped around her delicate frame. His hand traced the curve of her back, down to the ends of her dark hair. The Slytherin sank his fingertips into it, burying them in the softness like it had dared him to since her entrance.
Suddenly, he wanted to kiss her. Her Face was close enough!
Perhaps close the distance between their lips, steal one like a hero at the end of a movie`? Vincent leant in just a centimeter for now. Absendmindedly and deep in scheming, the boy only wanted to tug on the hair. Meant was to angle her head.
With his fingers, he rolled the soft strands between them, pressing his thumb downward, when…

Gabriela’s hair freaking flew off her head.

In his young years, it still nearly gave him a heart attack!
Vincent froze. The beautiful girl‘s hair now slipped from his hands and hit the cold floor like a dead animal.

“What the-”
His eyes widened. His breath caught. For one immature, spiraling second, he truly thought he’d killed her! Ripped the hair from her scalp and ruined everything.
But clarity dropped into his lap like a dumb cow before slaughter:
That’s a fu*king boy!

made by the lovely Elena Clark

Date. 7/9/2025 |Tag. @Vincent Balfour@Damien Dragonclaw@Elizabeth Hamilton
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Elizabeth had seen his method of flirting and did not approve. Gabriele threw her a bewildered glance when she yelled at him, despite him doing what he was dared to do. Why was she yelling at him all of a sudden? Gabriele thought in confusion. Jesus. Am I the one flirting or not?! Let him do his job, dammit! Nevertheless, he watched Elizabeth demonstrate what he should have done. That he should have waited for Vincent to kiss his hand, like a real lady at some ancient court. Maybe he would have... if he was living in the 1800's. His dad was the epitome of 'class' and not even he would have done something like that. He would have complained- grossed out- about not knowing wherever peoples disgusting hands had been previously. Yeah, he was dramatic.

It was difficult to tell if she was serious or just fucking with them all. Though he suspected she was used to more formal ways of living. Anyway, at that point he just laughed it off with a provocative, "I prefer my boys a little more forward," before he turned back to the boy in front of him to continue his flirting attempt, eyes hooded and dark. He slid his hands up his chest and wrapped his arms around Vincent's neck. Despite the distraction, it seemed to be working fine. Gabriele had to act into it when Vincent traced his hands down his back, a smirk curling his lips the further down they dared venture.

He watched him lean closer with growing horror and anticipation. Gabriele wasn't exactly yearning for some random dude to kiss him- no dude in fact- but he could see the reward in plain sight... Just fucking do it, man, he said mentally to himself, growing impatient and bored by how slow he was. They were so close they could kiss any second now... The fact that he sounded excited for it was something he refused to consider. It was just for the dare, he convinced himself.

A humid cold douched his scalp when suddenly his wig was snatched off of his head. Along with his hair, Gabriele's sultry expression dropped into a dumbstruck one when he realized what just had happened. The italian froze, still arms around Vincent like they might not notice if he was still enough, but it was undeniable now that he was a guy instead of Gabriela. Damn, that did not go how he planned. Worst of all, the first thing he cursed himself for was that he didn't get the kiss first.

Realizing that he just was about to kiss another guy, Gabi was shoved off like a cockroach. Bursting into wild laughter, in the end it was pretty fucking funny, he staggered back. "What's wrong? You don't think I'm pretty enough?" Gabriele asked Vincent in feigned cluelessness, in a mocking sweet tone- his girl voice. Maybe he was asking to be beaten up for it, but he couldn't help himself but play into the situation now when he was busted.

Damiens question was the icing on the cake, even if he thought the truth was obvious now. Rolling his eyes, Gabriele confirmed in a snarky tone, "you don't say." Deadpanning, Gabi ripped the neckline of his dress down to flash his flat as a board chest to prove that he was definitely not a girl.

Frozen midair, his hand still hovered near Gabriela’s nape, only now slowly drawing away. Vincent’s eyes sharpened. A shadow fell across his features. The truth pierced his lungs and left a snort as criminal evidence. With every passing second, it sank deeper inside of him - not only was this pretty girl in truth a boy, but one who had deliberately put on a performance to prank someone! Rage swept through the Slytherin, ruffling every carefully smoothed crease on his nerves.

In a swift motion, Vincent grabbed the boy by the yellow collar. His fingers curled under the fabric, twisting it across his skin.

With a hard yank, he dragged the Hufflepuff closer. Vincent growled, “You are disgusting!”
The free other hand twitched. With his fist clenched, he raised his arm and starting aiming it at Gabriele - but those brown eyes.. they stared back at him. They were so very insolent, drowned in mischiefl, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.
Like a cold disappointment, his heart beat quieter. It felt like a lost soldier, who collapsed onto a stretcher mid-fight, accepting defeat. How was he supposed to punch this face, when the Hufflepuff was looking at him like that?! The warm feeling still lingered in his limbs, carved across it like a memory.

Vincent’s gaze fell to Gabriele’s small lips.

Immediately a strangled groan of horror at his own thoughts escaped him! The Slytherin shoved the boy away, as far off of him as possible. With an exasperated expression etched across his face, he turned away, braced one hand on the sink, and tried to steady himself against the cold under his fingers. He didn’t want to have to look at this idiot anymore. The solid porcelain against his palm asked of him to relax. With a voice a little less high, the Hufflepuff asked what was wrong - whether he wasn’t pretty enough.


Vincent shot him a dark, murderous glare.
For a split second, he regretted bringing distance between them. He should have punched his face in after all! A black eye would have decorated the those high cheekbones perfectly.
That filthy bastard of a Hufflepuff deserved it.

When Damien remarked ‚Gabriela‘ probably wasn’t his real name. The comment forced Vincent‘s eyes to roll.. “You don’t say,” the Hufflepuff shot back, dryly.
Unfortunately, the Slytherin had to agree with him just enough that the inner conflict lurched into a second round. Yet suddenly, something moved from the side.
Vincent‘s whole body froze as he turned his head toward the scene - and saw it.
The Hufflepuff’s bare torso.
The pale skin lay flawless over narrow bones. For one dazed moment, Vincent forgot it wasn’t actually a girl and jerked his gaze back to the mirror.
Heat climbed his neck uncontrollably, spreading its warmth up over his ears like a wound shot by cupid‘s bow! “This can’t be your fucking idea of a joke,” the Slytherin snapped, his voice carrying a sour, darker edge. The Hufflepuff’s mere presence was starting to drive him to fury. How could anyone behave this outrageously?!

The head was forced off the scene and back to the mirror. In its reflection, Vincent could watch Elizabeth. Her voice rang louder through the room than before. The conflicted Slytherin didn’t even listen to her all the way to the end. The moment he heard the word bet, he saw nothing but red.
They clearly must have both come to execute this humiliating dumpster of a plan!?
With an angry, razor-sharp stare from blue eyes, Vincent turned away.
His glare was targeted at Elizabeth now.
It only took three steps - three predatory strides circling the Hufflepuff like a beast on the prowl toward the accomplice. At the end, Vincent stood right in front of her. More brown hair grazed his forhead, having fallen over his eyebrows as if his frustration demanded visual showcase.

The girl, if at all, had blonde hair ripple over delicate shoulders. They weren’t as narrow or pale as the boy from the yellow house. Her face was beautiful like a painting. So very captivating that after this whole ordeal, it looked false to Vincent. Like a mask, put on yet another boy, one less graceful than the Hufflepuff.
The cold undertone from his eyes glinted from internal rage. The heart leaped cold against his ribs. Then, Vincent leaned in closer. His voice turned low.
“Don’t fu*k with me. You’re in on this together…”

His fingers slid into one of her pale locks, and he gave Elizabeth’s hair one sharp tug.

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