Some Boys Wear Lip Gloss pv Finished

Date. 7/9/2025 |Tag. @Elizabeth Hamilton
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Gabriele had just finished putting on some lip gloss when a girl entered the bathroom. Gabi glanced at the blonde girl through the mirror, but didn't let it faze him, or stop him from continuing with his mission, moving on to put on the long, brunette wig he'd brought. If anyone was annoyed, be his fucking guest. Considering where he was, it was to be expected that someone would show up. Still, most were probably busy with class, making her appearance a bit more unexpected than normal. Not enough to startle him, however. She politely asked what he was doing here.

"Putting on a wig. What does it look like?" Gabi retorted casually, as if it was natural. I mean, it was obvious what he was doing, but didn't care to explain himself why. To be honest, he didn't have a very good reason beyond because it's fun. From his peripheal view, he saw the blonde girl wash her hand in a basin nearby. Then out of nowhere, she had suddenly turned towards him. Grabbing his eyeliner, she stepped towards him and fixed his mess with a steady, practised hand.

Gabriele only sat there dumbly, eyes focused on blue eyes while waiting for her to finish up. When she was done he turned back to the mirror. Well, she'd done a better job than he had, that was for damn sure. "... Thanks." The italian examined the new eyeliner closely, nose almost pressed against the mirror. "Pretty solid. Better than me at least." Gabi offered her a reluctant smile. That was as far as his ability to compliment someone went. With the wig on, he looked pretty good as a girl. In his opinion.

Jumping off the basin, he posed dramatically in front of the mirror, like he'd seen older girls do. "Call me Gabriella or something." Serious until he started laughing. It was kind of silly. "Well, what do you think? Could I fool some poor guys?"

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Every week in a new place came with the ritual of consciously navigating the most essential rooms. That, at least, was how Vincent justified the fact that, instead of working on his homework, he was heading toward the boys’ lavatory. Meanwhile, like an unwanted cousin, the schoolbook was wedged under his right arm. It was dragging a thread of his nerves tauter with every step toward the door. The weight annoyed him. The young Slytherin furrowed his brow. Partly in irritation, Vincent dug his fingertips into the leather-bound edges.
For a moment, the image of a pack mule’s quality of life flickered through his mind - though they probably had it easier. At least the animal didn’t have to sit through hours of theoretical lectures!

Vincent pressed his lips tightly together and exhaled a sharp breath through them. Washing the idea of Moles to Human Comparison off his mind, he placed his free hand against the heavy wood in front of him. And with a shove from his shoulder, the student pushed open the door to the boys’ lavatory.
It creaked like an unoiled cellar door - though not the kind that concealed a freezer full of ice cream. Instead, it was the loud, clattering sound of metal handles and wood against stone that bled in the ears. It reminded him of one of those Muggle horror films he and his friends used to watch back home in Dundee. Vincent shot a sharp look at the edge of the archaic door, as if trying to shame the material into better behavior with an irritated glare. In the time he stepped into the room, Vincent trusted the momentum of the door to find its own way back to the latch. The student rolled his blue eyes and cast a glance into the spacious lavatory. The door fulfilled its unspoken promise. It indeed drifted shut. A soft click behind him promised as much.

For a moment, a satisfied smile settled on his lips. With a sweeping glance through the room, Vincent continued walking without pause. He headed toward the sink, where a dark-haired student stood - just about to leave. Vincent watched him with interest.
The young Slytherin had no issue making his curiosity publicly known. His gaze settled on the boy’s relatively short, light brown hair. It lay softly atop his head, curling into wild shapes Vincent could appreciate. A faint grin began to form - tilting one corner of his mouth higher than the other.

“Nice hair,” he greeted, shifting his attention to the other’s uniform. The blue stared back at him, and Vincent clicked his tongue at the sight. He felt mocked. Of cours: a Ravenclaw! One never runs into anyone interesting from the own house at goddamn Hogwarts…

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Date. 7/9/2025 |Tag. @Vincent Balfour@Damien Dragonclaw@Elizabeth Hamilton
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The girl didn't strike him as someone who was rebellious. Something about her looked kind of like the duchesses and daughters of dukes Gabriele had met at fabulous functions back in Italy with his family. They were all pretty, obviously, but boring. Prim, proper and too concerned with their own appearances to do something potentially bad. Hence why it was surprising that she suggested they sneak into the boys bathroom to trick some guys. Well, she'd be sneaking in since Gabriele belonged there. He was breaking more rules right now being in the girls lavatory. Normally he didn't wear a wig and dress, though. This girl was proving him wrong in many ways already. Gabriele gave her a mischievous smirk, partly laced in disbelief. Though he was liking the way she was thinking.

"A reward, huh? Like what?" Gabriele challenged her with a teasing tone, eyebrow raised. Wonder what that could be. Reward or not, it sounded hilarious. He was down, even if he'd never flirted with guys before. It couldn't be much different from flirting with girls- easier probably. Just look at Antonio. Bitch was simple as fuck. Besides, it was just for fun- Gabriele wasn't actually interested, making it feel way less daunting than if he was actually hitting on someone he liked. Which, for your information- Gabriele didn't like anyone. "Alright, yeah. Let's do it. What's your name again?" For some reason it felt like this one was worth remembering.

Allowing Elizabeth to grab his wrist, she dragged him out of the girls lavatory and came to a halt outside of the boy's. After him. Gabriele held back laughter, flipping his fake hair behind his shoulder as he pushed the door open, strolling inside like he owned the fucking place. He had a reward to claim. Bracing himself for whatever they were going to find there, Gabriele put on the most confident and convincing smirk he could muster without blowing his cover. Making a big deal out of swinging his non-existent hips like on a catwalk. Like he was hot shit.

There was already a crowd when he entered. Two of them, neither anyone he was familiar with. Which would make it easier since no one knew who he was. He giggled, trying to sound and look as girly as possible. “Relax, boys—I’m not here to hurt you. Unless you ask nicely.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the boy lift his gaze. Their eyes met. Vincent’s fixed on the greyish blue of the Ravenclaw student’s. For a moment, his mind drifted to the River Tay. Under last year‘s cold sky, he and his father had greeted the scottish landmark. The waves had reflected the season‘s chill. How astounding, to observe the same cold colour staring out from some student‘s blue. Vincent tilded his head softly and examined every smallest movement.

Then, like a mental handshake, a compliment came back to him. The stranger from the wrong house introduced himself as Damien Dragenclaw. Vincent acknowledged both with relaxed detachment, as though they were part of the kind of small talk that existed only to serve a conversation with superficial politeness.
"Vincent," he replied calmly, placing a smile beneath eyes still unsettled by that Ravenclaw blue. "Balfour. Thanks. Nice, we both have two eyes - at least that’s one thing in common."
With the last remark, his gaze dropped to the collar of Damien‘s school uniform. He nodded toward it, gesturing at it, as if it were an accident in the room. Something Vincent would rather flatten between them, just to level the playing field.

The Slytherin shifted his weight onto the left foot. His head lifted into posture, aligning neatly atop his spine.
“No one like you is ever in the same Ho-” Vincent began to vent, edging toward a complaint. When suddenly, an unnerving creak sounded behind his back.
The wooden door let out a loud groan, as if shouting breaking news through dusty lungs. The old wood bellowed its announcement: someone had joined them!
Vincent spun swiftly around, his body following the pivot of his gaze.
Maybe it wasn’t breaking news - maybe it was the trumpets at Buckingham Palace instead?
Striding in came the personification of confidence! A small Hufflepuff girl swung her hips with casual command, trailed by a blonde in blue.

The reason the two girls had entered the boys’ lavatory as if it belonged to them wasn’t even in the top ten on Vincent’s priority list. The Slytherin didn’t care why. They were here, that is what counted. The two were breaking rules.
A small grin curled onto Vincent’s lips. Curious, he listened in as the Ravenclaw girl fired words at Damien like arrows. Her words inadvertently introduced the brunette with the rebellious gaze as Gabriela.
Vincent slipped one hand into his trouser‘s pocket. His gaze drifted from the blonde to Gabriela. Her dark hair fell partly over her narrow shoulders, tumbling in wild strands down to her waist. It wasn’t in the student‘s nature to let a chance like this pass. Like a intriqued predator, he followed the impulse and approached her.
“Gabriela, is it? I’m Vincent. Pleasure,” he introduced himself in the middle of his path, only stopping once he stood directly in front of the girl. Up close, she seemed even more delicate to him.