burgeon
/ˈbəːdʒ(ə)n/
verb
begin to grow or increase rapidly; flourish.
Lorelei Black didn't need any help thank you very much, she wasn't drowning and she certainly wasn't falling for the redhead who kept reappearing in her life...
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RESENTMENT: bitterness; Lorelei Black was annoyed with everyone who talked about George and Fred, she couldn't give a single shit about whether what they did was heroic, or 'totally fantabulous' or whatnot, she doesn't care, simple as that. She doesn't care at all. Frankly, she didn't care about his stupid, soft, floppy red hair or his stupid chocolate brown eyes that had tiny specks of gold in them sometimes, she didn't care at all. She didn't care, she doesn't know why the girls are all fawning over George as if he was some sort of savior, their knight in shining armor, he's just a stupid teenage boy. Besides the chosen one is literally right there, why the hell were the twins getting more famous than the boy who lived?
Stupid, stupid boy.
"El, babe, you're hurting the fork" Harley said as she watched El bend the fork in half, she was concerned and her face showed that.
El broke out of her trance as she stared at the bent fork in hand, she then set it down, and stared down at the dinner — she had no intention of eating it.
Hope and Birdie came into the Great Hall giggling as both of them made their way to Lorelei, she raised their eyebrows at them, and both of them sat down — they didn't care for Umbridge at the moment, because she had something keeping him preoccupied at the moment.
"What did you two do?" Lorelei narrowed her eyes at them, Harley looked over too — she had gotten used to their antics, the blonde would often watch the two girls — Birdie and Hope — come to Lorelei giggling and happy, and leaving Lorelei looking distressed, she guesses the constant pranks that Birdie and Hope were pulling wasn't doing Lorelei any good in the stress factor — yeah, she knew about the sleep draughts, it's not like Lorelei is a good liar, not to mention she's terrible at hiding stuff.
"Ok, don't get mad" Birdie told her, and Hope nodded — Lorelei's shoulders sagged.
