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Character Aesthetic - Amelia Bones

A woman of substance is a woman of power.

#extras: musings #aesthetics

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“ No truer words have ever been said. ” Amelia laughed but was taken off guard as she felt the weight of his arm on her shoulders. This should’ve sobered her up a bit, but she mentally waved it off. They were FRIENDS and friends do friendly things - like sit very, very close and hang off of each other. These, on the other hand, were not things that exes typically did. Not that it was all that long ago that they became exes. What had it been? Eight months? Something like that? She didn’t really KNOW how the whole ex thing worked. She only had one. Still, she was almost sure they didn’t typically do things like rest their chins on their ex’s shoulder like nothing’s happened.   “ And you’ve clearly already gone off it entirely, ” she joked, but it wasn’t a lie. She turned her head to James and he was so close that their noses were touching. He wasn’t thinking and neither was she if she was going to be COMPLETELY honest. Amelia rested her forehead against his for just a moment, a smile still resting on her lips. She was just being friendly. Because they’re friends. Obviously. Even through the cloud of firewhiskey in her head, she knew that much. She turned and faced the fire, but the smile never left. “ And what would that make you? ”

“What can I say? I LOVE a good party.” James grinned as he settled down beside her, drink sloshing over the rim of his cup as he slung an arm around her shoulders. Drunk James had always been a friendly James, and this was no exception. Drunk James also tended to forget that he and Amelia had been broken up for ages now… but that was another story for another time. “You don’t even know where the edge is.” He teased, letting his chin rest against her shoulder as he gazed up at her from under his lashes. "You’re drunk.”

#p: james

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Amelia felt the bottle pulled from her loose grip and, once she regained her composure, she glanced back at Sirius. She raised a curious eyebrow at the boy { who was now caressing the bottle, the weirdo } before letting out a short laugh. “ Ah! FINALLY you’ve been reunited with your one true love - the firewhiskey. You two make a lovely couple. ” That’s how she knew the firewhiskey was already taking effect { and also that she’s most certainly a lightweight }        she was wittier. Not that she wasn’t witty before, but she always preferred to choose her words carefully, so as to not upset people. Sober Amelia was BLUNT and full of words that came out wrong, buzzed Amelia strung words together  e f f o r t l e s s l y. But maybe that was the alcohol talking. Speaking of... She folded her armed with a sigh and looked from the bottle to Sirius. “ I’m sure it does. And what nice things is the bottle saying about me? ”

How Sirius managed to keep a straight face, he’d never know. But somehow he did, plucking the bottle out of her hands when she looked as if she’d nearly drop it. Firewhiskey was sacred. It was SPECIAL. He wouldn’t let others abuse it. Not when it had always treated him so well. “Shh, she’ll hear you.” He cooed to the bottle, long fingers stroking the sides of it lovingly. “Don’t be so CRUDE. She only has nice things to say about you.”

#p: sirius

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Amelia rolled her eyes with grin as he took the bottle, not even a bit surprised to see James there. “ Well, let’s see... ” Amelia began, tapping her chin with her now free hand. “ James Potter? At a party? Call it a HUNCH. ” As he handed her the bottle again, she knew she’d have the same reaction as before if she took another drink. It’d hurt. She’d probably gag. Still, she was considering it and glanced down at the bottle before looking back at James with a laugh. “ What can I say? I’m living on the EDGE. ” As if to prove her point, she took a long drink again - which, of course, ended with a few coughs and a grimace. “ Well, sort of on the edge. By the edge. Like...a few  m e t e r s  from the edge. ”

James took the bottle when Amelia handed it to him, taking a generous swig from the bottle and making a face. It BURNED and not in the good way – he wasn’t drunk enough to enjoy it yet. “How’d you know what I was looking for?” He asked with a laugh, taking another swig before handing it back to her. “I’ve gotta say, I wasn’t expecting YOU to be the one with the goods.”

#p: james

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Amelia quirked an eyebrow as she recognized the girl who had taken the bottle but the expression quickly dropped from her face. “ S’alright, I suppose. In a... ” she trailed off, glancing at the bottle and frowning slightly. “ ...painful and extremely BITTER kind of way. ” A slight laugh trailed at the end of her words. She noted that Narcissa didn’t react at all as she took a drink and, for a brief second, Amelia might’ve looked IMPRESSED. The moment passed and she cleared her throat, looking out at the droves of students. Some were dancing and singing, others were drinking with friends, and here she was, making idle chat with Narcissa Black. Strange night, she thought and smiled brightly. While her family certainly wasn’t the most well off, her parents had sparingly let her have a lone glass of wine here and there with supper. She would’ve preferred it to firewhiskey, honestly. “ Sadly, it looks like a good Pinot won’t be making the rounds tonight. ”

“Why, thank you,” Narcissa said with a bright smile. This was more like it. “Though it doesn’t seem like you’re enjoying it all that much,” she said, before gripping the bottle and taking a draw from it. She kept her face straight, though it was a bit of a struggle. Still, she’d spend a lot of time perfecting the art of not showing her reactions. “This isn’t the best stuff, but with this many people, I suppose that’s all we can really expect.” No one was going to buy bottles of champagne for a student event. Or even get top-shelf liquor, she supposed. Not at something like this. She shrugged, taking another long draw from the bottle. The firewhiskey burned, but she wanted the effects enough to suffer the taste. 

#p: narcissa

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Amelia had been drinking a tad too much already and people were just now starting to get a bit  b l u r r y  around the edges. She found herself approaching someone from behind, unable to differentiate them from anyone else in the mass of students. The voice had a familiar sharpness in it, vaguely attached to memories of anger and fear that were too far out of her reach at the moment. Besides thinking { factual, grounded in logic type thinking } was getting more and more difficult, so she decided on answered the boy. “ What did you expect? We’re at school, aren’t we? ” She took a swig from her own bottle, only grimacing slightly now, and let out a giggle. “ I’m SURPRISED they even got this much! ”

Rodolphus was sitting away from the rowdier of the party goers, a glass of firewhiskey clutched in his hand as he gazed out across the water.  He couldn’t STAND half of these people – fraternizing with blood traitors, with mudbloods, made him sick. It also made him ANGRY. He brought the glass up to his lips and took a sip as someone approached him from behind, their shadow casting next to him by the light of the fire. “This is godawful,” he commented with a grimace as he tipped his glass upside down, letting the contents spill out onto the ground, “the least they could do is get the GOOD stuff.”

#p: rodolphus #{ aka amelia making bad life decisions }

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Amelia rolled her eyes and gave Sirius a deadpan look. It wasn’t as if it was the first time she’d had firewhiskey       there’d even been quite a few outings she’d BRAVED a drink of it. Of course, there was so much space in between those times that she never quite got used to it. Still, this was the first time anyone had pointed out that she made a face and it made her a little self conscious. “ I’m fine, ” she replied, forcing her tone to be a bit more defiant. Pfft! What does he know anyway?  “ Actually, I’m FANTASTIC. In fact      ” There was a slight pause before a thought popped into her head and she grabbed the bottle from him in a fleeting moment of bravery, taking another drink. Almost instantly, she grimaced and shook her head, grateful that she didn’t gag this time. “ U g h ! Merlin, that’s awful! ” The next part came out as a mumble and a groan, the bottle barely hanging from her hand. “ How on earth do you drink this like it’s nothing? ”

Sirius had his arm wrapped around a Ravenclaw seventh year, bound and determined to convince her to go out with him that next weekend, when he spotted Amelia out of the corner of his eye. He nearly spat his own drink when he saw the look on her face, breaking away from the group he’d been with as he sidled up to her. “You alright there, Bones?” He asked through his laughter, a bottle of firewhiskey clutched in his free hand as he looped his arm around her shoulders. “That look on your face? Priceless.” He juggled his drink as he reached for the bottle she had, taking a swig and smiling at the burning sensation he felt in his throat. He’d learned to APPRECIATE the burn that came with firewhiskey. It barely fazed him anymore.

#p: sirius

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#actual footage of Amelia drinking #extras: musings

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Firewhiskey was being passed around like water in some barren, drought-plagued village and seconds after Amelia had stepped within the general vicinity of the bonfire, a half gone bottle was shoved into her hands by a giggly Hufflepuff girl. With a roll of her eyes, she took a long swig, WINCING and GAGGING dramatically as it burned down her throat. When it settled, she could already feel the  w a r m t h  of the drink in her stomach        which was almost comforting in the cool, spring breeze as the sun went down. It was only then that she heard a voice behind her and she turned instantly, bottle still in hand. “ Hm? Looking for this? ” she asked, raising the bottle slightly and feeling a bit silly standing there with it. She thought about taking another drink but instead held it out to the person in front of her with a smile, sure that another bottle would come around again. “      HERE, have a go at it.”

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#extras: face

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Amelia lazily rounded the corridor, her mouth stretching into a yawn as she dragged her feet to the staircase. Sunday evenings weren’t particularly eventful and most students seemed to have made it back to their respective common rooms, which was both calming and eerie at the same time. The quiet of the castle was a bit unsettling, which only made her go a fraction more quickly up the stairs toward Ravenclaw Tower. As the stairs wound around and around, a figure slowly came into view as she turned another corner. Her eyebrows raised and she snorted a small laugh, crossing her arms as she came to a stop. “ Hate to break it to you BUT...you won’t get anywhere like that. ”

#p: frank #hello!

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Harry Potter Aesthetic: Ladies of Ravenclaw

“Trust me, you don’t want to get mixed up with us.”

#extras: house pride

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It was honestly quite the show, seeing him topple to the ground with his books scattering and her books sliding a bit down the hall. Like a train wreck, in a way        only without the chaos and immanent death. Perhaps more like a clown slipping on a banana peel. She set aside the book on her lap and rolled up the the parchment before standing and dusting herself off. “ Actually, yes. Frequently, ” she said, her tone matter-of-fact. She shrugged slightly and began gathering her books up and stacking them in a neat pile by the wall, hoping that no one else would round the corner any time soon.

Her attention returned to the boy who was smiling at her, looking a bit embarrassed. Of course she recognized him; it was a feat not to know about the four troublesome Gryffindors, especially the leader of the quartet. She smiled in return and waved a nonchalant hand. “ Oh! No harm, no foul. It’s really my own fault, using the halls as my own personal study and all. Didn’t think that one through. Ah, well. ” She’d probably continue doing it anyway, but she wasn’t about to say that.

She bent her elbows and knees a few times, checking for any soreness and looking like she was performing some strange exercise. “ Nothing’s bruised or broken and neither of us had to get too terribly reacquainted with the floor, so I call it a win! Seems to be your lucky day. ” She wrinkled her nose and bobbed her head in an understanding nod. “ Honestly, once firewhiskey’s involved, face planting isn’t the MOST terrible outcome I could think of. ” She could’ve easily stopped herself there but her brain kept firing responses. “ For instance...blacking out or drunk owling a professor or...I don’t know, waking up the next day in the Forbidden Forest cuddling a goat or something  r i d i c u l o u s  like that! ” 

Golden snitch clutched in his hand, James Potter was on top of the world. He’d managed to have a conversation with the love of his life that HADN’T ended in her threatened to curse him or glaring at him, he’d aced their Charms quiz, and his plays for next week’d quidditch match were FOOL PROOF and bound to bring them a win. Suffice to say, he fully believed that nothing would be able to bring him down. However, gravity had other plans for him.

“Christ,” he sputtered out, tripping and flailing about as his books spilled out over the floor and he rolled off to the side to catch the snitch before it flew off. It was an old snitch now, barely fluttered when he let it go, but he wasn’t about to give it the opportunity to get the best of him. Not today, when he was having such a good day. “Oi, you always sit on the floor like that? Merlin, it’s lucky I didn’t break my neck.” With an exasperated sigh he collected his books and shoved them back into his back, bringing his fingers up to push his glasses further back on his nose. Thankfully they hadn’t fallen off and cracked – he was getting tired of constantly repairing them. 

Once he’d righted himself and sorted his things out, he felt a bit bad for snapping at her. Holding a hand out to help her up should she choose to get up off of the floor, he shot her a sheepish smile and shrugged his shoulders. “I’m alright, sorry – just wasn’t expecting to FRATERNIZE with the floor so soon. Usually I’m only tripping over my feet and ending up sprawled out when Padfoot spikes the Pumpkin Juice with Firewhiskey.” He cracked an easy smile, giving her a once over. “Neither one of us needs the Hospital Wing so I’d say it could have been worse, yeah?”

#p: james

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#oo1: Introducing Amelia - 

 “I thought people liked kindness and honesty.”

          “Not at the same time. There’s another word for that       condescending.”

#extras: moodboards #i saw these in the tasks tag so yeah #ewartask

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          “Well, that’s just ridiculous, isn’t it?”

Amelia muttered not so quietly as she flipped the page of the tome opened on her lap. Some terrible mistake leading to some miraculous discovery      that’s all that history was. A History of Magic was no better. The first few attempts at apparition leading to advances in limb growing potions was not at all surprising but ridiculous to imagine nonetheless. Most of all it proved her point. No point that she had just made or anything like that, mind you, but the point she made every other day of her life. Bad things lead to good things eventually      and good things will always make their way ‘round again. Way of the universe.

She was sitting cross-legged against the cool stone wall of one of the many cavernous hallways, just around the corner from the Great Hall. She hadn’t finished studying the night before, something she’d brought on herself after getting in a row - that she did NOT start - with another one of her housemates in the common room. Now, she scrawled down notes on her parchment, filling in the extra space with her own thoughts on the matter. { Binns absolutely h a t e d that but must’ve gotten used to it. } 

She was just finishing up { ‘that wizard, while completely idiotic and really the one to blame for the whole mess, missing shin bones withstanding, is honestly a true inspiration to modern day potion brewers...’ } when she felt something hard collide with her side and clumsily hop over her, trampling the rest of her books. Amelia let out a terrified squeak at the person above her who almost tumbled over. “Oh my goodness! Are you alright?”

#ewarstarter #hello! #sorry if it's a bit long #i get carried away

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Hogwarts houses + mood board            ~ [Gryffindor] [Slytherin]

#extras: house pride