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hey , i'm currently looking for some new writing partners ! if you're interested in writing on discord , pls give this a ♡ and i will send you a message !
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hey , i'm currently looking for some new writing partners ! if you're interested in writing on discord , pls give this a ♡ and i will send you a message ! i luv angsty plots and i will absolutely spam you with headcanons
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hey , i'm currently looking for some new writing partners ! if you're interested in writing on discord , pls give this a ♡ and i will send you a message ! i luv angsty plots and i will absolutely spam you with headcanons
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𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐚 𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬 .
she knows the effect she has on people - always has known she was the class clown in a way. it wasn’t always on purpose though. a lot of the time, anything that came out of bertha’s mouth was her just.. being herself. that’s all anyone could really expect from her, and she was glad that amelia liked her for who she was. it was nice just having a genuine friend. “it’s just stupid.” english, that was. “i prefer swedish too and i don’t speak it so.” despite her friend’s desire to get her back to work, her gaze was still locked onto the wall, practically refusing to glance down at her textbooks. school was just too hard. she constantly had a headache. “can we go for a walk? please?” a small pout makes its way onto her expression, growing with the furrow of her brows. anything to make amelia give in. “please? please? please? i promise i’ll listen and get back to work then.”
it’s perhaps a silly thought but she considers spending time with bertha as being comparable to having one of her five a day ; good for her health . she provides a good dosage of comic relief , the exact thing amelia has been lacking , and their study sessions provide an even better distraction , a way to keep herself busy . and boy , is her fellow hufflepuff a handful , but in such an endearing and fun way that keeps her on her toes . “ it is but that’s just english for you , ” she interjects , before letting a chuckle slip at the passing comment , “ not yet . i can teach you some ... after you’re able to regurgitate everything on that page , so don’t think you’re getting out of studying . ” her youthfulness and pleading reminds her so much of her younger sister , so much so that it’s adorable and she isn’t stern enough to resist . “ well , it is a lovely day and they say you should only work thirty minutes at a time ... but you must pinky promise me that you’ll work twice as hard after . and you know how binding that is . ”
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𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧 .
closed starter for Amelia Bones
“What’s this?” The parchment was slicked from under Amelia’s finger tips and into Marlene’s hand, cutting around the corner of the table and ignoring chairs for the much preferred seat atop the flat wood surface. It was also a grand height away, which she was sure Amelia would try to reach for rather soon. So, to savor the moment she had, Marlene made show of squinting her eyes on the tiny inked words that were splotched onto the flimsy sheet. “My goodness, it’s like a love confession innit?” Jocular shock rose in the sing-song of Welsh accent, “Amelia, I know, I know I give you plenty of winks throughout the day, but twenty inches is quite a bit more than necessary don’t you think?” @pendvlums
“ hey ! ” she calls out , hands grasping for the parchment that slips out of her possession , or rather is stolen . perhaps amelia should have known better than to write anything in the company of marlene and her sticky fingers , certainly partial to writing the odd confession here and there , and teased for it mercilessly . however , this time that isn’t the case . “ no , not today . the love letter i have planned for you will arrive tomorrow , ten pages , front and back , ” despite how she returns the jesting , her fingers still reach towards the page with urgency , as if she can’t be separated from it . “ but please , be careful with that ! it’s my letter to the ministry . i mean , i’m still debating sending it but i worked terribly hard on it and it’s the only copy i have . ”
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𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐞 .
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Alice always tried her hardest to be kind to those around them. Their parents had always brough her up to be kind and nice to everyone. Of course, that was some what difficult when a large proportion of the castle detested some of her friends. But, Alice’s motto was to kill them with kindess. Or most of the time anyway. She tried even more with those closest to her. She couldn’t remember a time in recent years when Amelia hadn’t been there for her, and so she was always going to be there for her. Even if she didn’t want her there. Alice would always be there.
“I’ll always be here for you Ames….” The gryinffor murmured, moving around slightly so she could look at her properly. She was speaking the truth. She would never not be there. She adored the girl in front of her, and she knew she wouldn’t be who she was without her. “You’re my best friend…. you don’t have to ask.” She prided theirself in knowing their friends. She adored Amelia, and would always be there, regardless of what happened. “And you don’t have to thank me. I know you’d do the same if our roles were reversed.”
there are too few kind souls that roam the grounds at hogwarts , having to be so cautious as to not fall in a pit of snakes . the gryffindor , however , is no serpent , characterised by compassion and kindness , two traits that make amelia adore her so . come to think of it , she wouldn’t be able to conjure up one negative attribute that the other has , nothing but a light in an ever darkening world . she’s a reminder that there are still good people in this world , despite its harsh realities .
she simply nods in appreciation of alice’s confession , having so much faith that what she says is true ; she’ll always be there . she hopes that to be fact , unable to lose anyone else after all the loss she has endured . “ i know , you’re mine too , ” and she cannot ask for a better one , a best friend that is , “ but i don’t want to be a burden on you . there are better and more enjoyable ways you could spend your time . ” but she knows she wouldn’t rest until she knew she was okay and cared for , so it was perhaps pointless to say . “ of course i’d do the same for you . i just hope i never have to . ”
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𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐞 .
he didn’t intend to seek amelia out to guilt her , but he was beginning to see the error in his approach . he’d spent so much of his time worried sick over her , blaming himself for not being good enough for her to confide in , making desperate attempts to get ahold of her for so long yet she’d evaded him like a phantom . he wanted nothing more than to keep her safe , something he’d failed so miserably at … and she fled from him . ivaan knew he was selfish , too preoccupied with how she’d wronged him to fully comprehend the circumstances . while he’d never dream of rushing her grief , he was lost as to why she had to cut him out of the picture as well . if not him who else would be there to kiss away her tears and make sure she was eating ? it was a thought that made him nauseous . overcome with regret , he couldn’t bear to look at her . his tall physique towered over her’s and yet he felt miniscule , reduced to smithereens , heart shattered by the harsh reality of what their relationship had dissolved into . things between them were forever changed and she was blissfully unaware of the hold she had over him .
he had no desire to erase their memories and start afresh with someone new . he recalled the days in which her eyes shone for him , shimmering with the possibility of love . the unconditional kind . he wished he had a time turner , a way to set the clock back to prevent her from experiencing such trauma , or a way to plummet the two back to an era where they could be themselves — untainted by the impending war . he flinched as she spoke , her words resonating within his chest . “ and i’m sorry . i’m so fuckin’ sorry and i know those words don’t mean anything at this point but i am . i just was so scared for you . i didn’t know where you’d ended up or if i’d ever see you again . ” he sighed , sincerity evident in his expression . he reached out for her hand hesitantly , craving the warmth of her touch one last time , “ i’ll fuck off and leave you alone , since that’s what you want . but know that you aren’t replaceable to me . i wouldn’t be behaving like such an obnoxious git if that were the case . ”
the bedtime stories her mother would read her growing up had certainly warped her perception of reality , shielded from the harsh actualities of life . of course , she had been exposed to tales of evil stepmothers and ironically enough wicked witches , but she had learnt that good always prevails . however , only recently has she come to realise that the real world is nothing like her fables ; she is no princess and he is not her knight in shining armour , no matter how hard he tries to be . what he’d face would be far worse than any dragon or old hag , and it’s attempt that she will not allow , for the sake of losing him too . letting him go is a sacrifice , with both of their happinesses on the line , but it’s silly to think that they’re each other’s ‘ happily ever after ’ , still so young and naïve to think those exist . with each tragedy she experiences , she becomes less of an idealist , but she cannot physically ignore how she feels about him , despite how hard she tries to suppress it ; certain that if soulmates exist , he is hers . it still doesn’t make it right for her to ask him to wait , not when she can’t be certain if it’ll ever be safe or if she’ll be able to reciprocate how he feels in a way he deserves .
her grief wasn’t the only reason she never opened his letters , but for fear of the unknown . she was afraid that absence hadn’t made the heart grow fonder and perhaps he had found someone else , unable to handle another heartbreak . though , he’s never given her reason to think that , plagued by her own self sabotage . but any insecurities that she had would flee with just one look , one that would make her feel like the only girl in the world , never mind just a room . her hand slips into his out of habit , as a way to calm his rambling , and she tries to convince herself that she doesn’t feel the electricity , as she brings it up to her face , so that his hand cups her cheek . “ you don’t have to be scared anymore . i’m here , i’m safe . ” though , she doesn’t entirely believe that , not with how the war continues to break out . his words cause her expression to falter , more so than it already has , and she removes his hand , “ it’s not what i want and i know that doesn’t make this any easier , but i need to do what i think’s best for me . and i can’t let you wait around for me whilst i do that . i think once you find someone , you’ll think differently . ”
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𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 .
His words gave a flip to her heart and the butterflies dancing inside her stomach went wild, she was assuming he spoke of her, the words were exhilarating and a bit intoxicating. Narcissa flips her hair to lay all on one side of her face as she tilts her head intrigued by his words nonetheless. The touch of his fingers against her skin however are quick to distract her, electricity travels from the spot all the way to her back. “I could never toy with you, I wouldn’t dare.” She batted her lashed at him as she bit her lower lip, pressing her leg closer to his touch. It felt wrong however so good all at the same time.
it’s promising how she welcomes his touch , unsure if she would pull her legs away , in attempt to flaunt herself in front of him — a look but don’t touch type of situation . narcissa has always seemed the type to keep her cards close to her chest , never readily revealing too much , especially about the qualms of romance . but he intends to get an answer today . his fingers move up towards her chin , to curl beneath it , eyes full of intensity and their faces mere millimetres apart . “ if that’s true , why don’t you prove it ? ” he dares , his gaze flittering between her strikingly blue hues and rosy pink lips , “ you already know how i feel about you , so show me how you feel about me . ”
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𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐝 .
mary wasn’t that naive , she could see the way hate glimmered in his dark eyes . it was tempestuous territory , carefully walking the edge between defending herself and making herself another muggleborn on his list of prey . she’d had enough to handle as it was , housemates of his giving her plenty of misery . she wished to be anywhere else . specifically far away from having to make the choice of controlling herself , something she’d not been the best at as of late . she didn’t fear zabini himself , but what he stood for , and how many others would be quick to agree with his fallacies . she wouldn’t let him win , mary refused to feed his ego in such a way , her own gryffindor pride intent on winning the battle of wits . his mere existence was an insult to her , just as her’s was one to him . the two contrasting in every conceivable way , upbringings in particular . privilege seeped from his essence , handed everything from birth therefore incapable of empathy or listening . she knew nothing but struggle and judgment , the latter being something she’d yet to escape . “ as invigorating as whatever this is , you keep insisting you’re here out of pure hatred but the way you linger persuades me otherwise . pray tell , demetrius — ” she trailed off , testing the way his name sounded on her tongue as if they weren’t adversaries . “ have you ever had a soul ? or have your eyes always been hollow and lifeless . ” she questioned , feigning innocence .
his perception of muggleborns is not at all favourable , though he has a sick and twisted fascination with them ; comparable to how her people lock up ghastly creatures for their viewing pleasure . he hates them , not only for who they are , but also for sport . it’s hunt or be hunted , and he’d much prefer to be the predator than the prey . the tormenting is fun to him , seen as a recreational activity , rather than the persecution of a group of people ; though , he’s not arrogant nor sympathetic to that fact . he knows what he’s doing , simply playing the cards he’s been dealt and taking advantage of that , even at the pitfall of others . in all fairness , he’s not even sure if he fully buys into the ideologies of purebloods , despite how he spews their venom . for him , it’s all about power and control , and if the wizarding world begins to treat them all equally , he knows he’ll be at a disadvantage , clinging onto any command he has left . she raises a good point , if he loathes her kind to the extent he claims he does , then why is he here ? it cannot simply be because he likes to be a nuisance — unfortunately it is . “ i’m nothing if not conscientious , my dear . i like to see a job through to an end , ” that job being getting visibly under her skin . “ i don’t really believe in the premise of souls much . but if i was going to take a stab at that answer , i’d probably say no . and i do apologise , i always thought my eyes were more glimmering and inviting . ”
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𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑓𝑜𝑟 @ofdamocles !
location : the grand hall .
it’s unusual for demetrius to wait by the doors , considering the fact that anyone worth waiting for would already be sat at his table , a serpent occupying each seat . still , he hangs back , for one ravenclaw in particular — and not the one that usually sat there , seemingly having an opening , since the previous one had retreated back to the comfort of their own house . once he spots damocles , he unflattens himself from the wall , and appears from the shadows , to yank him back roughly by the neck of his robe . “ so i’ve been thinking , ” he begins , slinging an arm around the other’s shoulders and pulling him close , “ you might as well just sit with us all the time from now on . you’ll only look at us longingly from across the room if you don’t . ”
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𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 .
OPEN / & ( near potions lab )
greta knew that despite her position here at hogwarts , the some of the students were never going to respect her the way they respected some of their classmates . but unlike some of her classmates she was not going to take that lying down . she had never considered herself a fighter the way that some people were , but she would use her words to prove her points . plenty of people weren’t going to like her , and greta had long ago given up on the idea that people respected each other just because they were a living being . potions was her least favorite subject , and regrettably , greta had decided that she would take it again this year despite knowing how big of a weakness it was . “ aye, ya sorry lump ! ” she shouted after a third year who barreled past her almost knocking her books out of her hands , “ show some respect . ” unfortunately , the student had been taller than her and hadn’t seemed to care that they nearly knocked her over .
despite how wide the corridors are , amelia had lost count of how many times someone had haphazardly crashed into her . luckily , she’s a rather tall girl , or at least in comparison to greta , so there are very few times that she has teetered over . though , it doesn’t make it any less disrespectful or rude . unfortunately , as she has come to learn , that’s what it’s like at hogwarts ; for every kind person , there’s two terrible ones . for so long , she had refused to let it bother her , seeing goodness in all people , but as she has learned over the summer , some people are just bad seeds . “ oh gosh ! ” she exclaims , immediately walking over to see if her friend is okay . it’s not the worst collision she’s seen but she still deserves to be checked up on ; it’s not like the hurried third year is going to , already around the corner and out of sight . “ are you alright ? like , don’t get me wrong , i understand not wanting to be late for class but that was something else . ”
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𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐚 𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 .
emma vanity !
in some sort of twisted way , this was precisely one of the reasons why emma adored demetrius so much . it wasn’t just that he was always dependable when she yearned for a good time , the snake was a breath of fresh air in the midst of a suffocating existence . the young woman was free to be because quite frankly , he couldn’t give a damn unless whatever plagued her directly involved him , which it rarely did . in her moments of weakness , he was a welcome nirvana . ❛ well it’s certainly what keeps be coming back for more , i assure you . ❜ she continued her glib joke , offering only a nod in silent thanks before taking a slow sip of the liquid poison , revelling in the soft burn it left behind at the back of her throat . ❛ you never do disappoint , dear . wonderful selection . proof enough i’m your favorite . SO , entertain me with a story , what have you been up to lately ? anything fun happening in these dull halls ? ❜
admitting that he’s even so much as fond of someone is comparable to pulling teeth , certainly not the easiest job , but perhaps some could be successful , emma being one of the potential few . she doesn’t expect too much of him , or that he’ll be there for her in times of hardship , no matter how keen on her he is , and that he likes . he isn’t built to be a shoulder to cry on , but he is someone to drink away worries with , whether he realises that she is or not — which is doesn’t , too wrapped up in himself to notice . “ i suppose i have what many of your admirers don’t , charm , good looks and fire whiskey by the gallons , ” he jibes , raising his glass in toast , before nursing the drink , and savouring its potency . “ well , that fucking freak sybill bumped into me the other day and told me i had ‘ blood all over my future ’ or some shit . she rambled on about it for a good minute , and i started , you know , getting kind of pissed off because she wouldn’t tell me who put her up to it . anyway , to cut a long story short , she levicorpused me in the hallway . can’t say i was mad , though . i didn’t think she had it in her . — oh yeah , and little miss doesn’t say shit , mercy , slapped me in the common room a few days after . that entertaining enough for you ? ”
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𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐳𝐡𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠 .
Location: Great Hall
With: @pendvlums
Ravenclaw’s schedule didn’t line up as well as he has liked with Slytherins, leaving his lunch completely absent of any friends from the other house. It was boring, just to sit alone at the Ravenclaw table without anyone to really talk to or anyone he deemed worthy. But, perhaps, he could find a little bit of entertainment for the hour. Damocles made his way over to the Hufflepuff table and set himself across from a Hufflepuff a year below him. “So, how was your summer, now, Amelia?” he asked, knowing full well the weight of his question. He did his best to hide the tick along his lips. Just a needle into her, nothing more or less. After all, if she said anything, ignorance could still be played. “Mind was really quite nice. Got to visit my mother’s family overseas. All quite pleasant.”
with a reputation of being kind and wholesome , it’s no surprise that people see her as an easy target — even more so now due to the demise of her immediate family . it’s true , amelia is sweet , almost to the point of being sickly , and not even a spoonful of sugar could outdo her , but she reserves that side of her for good hearted people . damocles , however , is nothing of the sort . so , it comes as no shock when he asks her the question , setting the bait and wanting her to bite . “ you really are pathetic . if you weren’t such a despicable person , then perhaps i’d save some sympathy for you , ” she says , in between bites of her porridge , “ it must be terribly strenuous trying this hard to earn some validation from a house you weren’t even put in . but i suppose the sorting hat knows best . — just because you’re slimy , it doesn’t mean you have what it takes to be a snake . you may go now . ”
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𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐞 .
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Amelia had always been like a sister to her. Since coming to Hogwarts, she’d found herself a lot of sisters. She liked it. Alice was an only child, but she really didnt feel like she was. Not anymore. It made her hard to see Amelia this way. The worst was that she really didn’t know what to say. She didn’t want to see her friend hurting, and she didn’t want to say the wrong thing either. She just wanted to care, and make sure her friend was okay. Alice was gentle as she tried to comb Amelia’s hair. Hopefully it was helping.
“I know….” She didn’t really, but she had to admit, she knew that she would hate that people to feel like a burden to her. She stopped her combing for a moment, a hand dropping to find Amelia’s and she squeezed gently. “It’ll get better…..” She murmured, biting on her lip as she watched her friend. “It has too….” It had to get better. It couldn’t be like this forever. “I just wish I could make it better for you Ames…”
it’s true that amelia has lost a sister but she has found one in alice . sharing the same blood is completely irrelevant ; they have become connected in other ways . she hates feeling like a burden , reducing herself to only that , but she knows that even if she objected to the gryffindor’s care , she would not take no for an answer — no matter how hard she protests , she’ll always be there . truthfully , and despite how hard she would disagree , she needs someone like that right now ; someone to look after her , whilst she lets herself go .
in her current emotional state , there are few people that she’d allow to touch her , alice being one of them . the tender squeeze earns a small smile , just a natural response to her touch , but again it fades . she appreciates her words , and the fact that she has something to say , because most people can’t find anything , but she’s not so sure she agrees . “ i know there’s nothing you can do and i don’t expect you to , but you do so much for me without even realising . i mean , look at you , you’re brushing my hair without me even having me to ask . you make life more bearable and i can’t thank you enough for that . ”
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𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐚 𝐣𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬 .
bertha’s never been good at keeping her mind on track, especially during these little tutoring sessions. she should be focusing on her latest charms lesson, trying to memorise everything that she learned, but her mind is running a million miles a minute - making her focus on anything but the wizarding world and everything it has to offer. particularly charms class. “why are they called buildings if they’re already built?” eyes are locked on the wall, no where near her assignments or amelia for that matter. “should they not be called constructionings?” she’s a special girl, bertha jorkins, that’s for damn sure. “like that just doesn’t make any sense.. right?”
@pendvlums
if there’s anyone who can make her laugh so effortlessly , it’s bertha . perhaps even without meaning to ; it’s still appreciated nonetheless , especially during these dark times . she’s like a breath of fresh air , or a light at the end of a tunnel , and provides so much comfort . it’s just her nature . “ well , ‘ constructionings ’ wouldn’t make much sense either , considering construction means the act of building something , ” it doesn’t exactly answer her question but she hopes it’ll be satisfactory nonetheless , “ english is quite a contradictory language , so there’s no point in questioning it . it’s why i prefer swedish . ” the end of her quill taps against the textbooks , to draw the other’s attention to pile . “ come on , bee , you need to focus . ”
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