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mimblewimble: a curse which prevents certain information from being revealed by the individual upon whom the spell is placed. emilia roshami, twenty-six, alchemy professor.

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[alchemilia]

My muse knows how to…

bake a cake from scratch | ride a horse | drive stick | speak a second language | dance | catch a fish | play an instrument | throw a punch | build a deck | ice skate | unclog a drain | program a computer | change a flat tire | fire a gun | sew | juggle | play poker | paint | fly a kite | sculpt | write poetry | change a diaper | sing | shoot a bow and arrow | ride a bike | swim | sail a boat | do a back flip | play chess | give CPR | pitch a tent | flirt | stitch a wound | read palms | use chopsticks | write in cursive | use an electric drill | braid hair | make a campfire | make a mixed drink | do sudoku puzzles | wrap a gift | give a good massage | jump-start a car | roll their tongue | do magic tricks | do yoga | tie a tie | skip a rock | shuffle a deck of cards | read Morse code | pick a lock

[alchemilia]

ofarithmancy‌:

    apparently she’d caught her colleague off-guard - dana was lucky that she hadn’t scared emilia bad enough for her to jostle against the shelf and spill her tea, or something else along those lines.

    “ sorry. ”   a small smile made it’s way to her lips.   “ didn’t know you were spooked so easily. ”   dana’s tone was affectionate as she spoke, and she was careful not to raise her voice above what was necessary. the quiet was comfortable, and dana didn’t feel like having her voice echo throughout all of the library, really.

    “ i was just asking if you were here because you couldn’t sleep either. it’s pretty late. ”   well sure, dana was one to speak - with a long night still ahead of her, knowing full well she wouldn’t be able to sleep until she’d found what she was looking for anyway. and it seemed like she wasn’t the only one with that idea. emilia was dressed in a jumper and looked quite comfortable, so she probably wasn’t planning to leave the library anytime soon either.   “ you could join me at the table, if you’re going to be here reading anyway. “

she let out a shaky breath as she settled herself and shook her head at the comment, “only when I expect to be the only one awake at this hour.” she kept her tone similar to that of dana’s. there was still a sacredness about libraries and emilia surely was not the one to disrespect the library by speaking louder than a loud whisper.

“oh, I suppose, yes. in some ways.” she nodded and brought the journals near to her chest. coming back to school after a summer of travelling always put her off kilter, having gotten used to sleeping whenever she remembered to be tired, and was now required to sleep at designated times and to work at others. however, more than that was that she’d caught onto a particular topic of interest, and it was quite difficult for emilia to remain sleeping when there was so much to discover. 

emilia looked over dana’s shoulder to the nearest table and considered the prospect of sitting at the table with dana. she’d been rather prepared to read much of her pile of journals in between the shelves, but she supposed it would be more practical to sit down to read. she bit her lip, taking a few moments to consider sitting and reading while someone else sat across the table to her, but supposed it could do no true harm. “alright.” she returned her gaze to the raven-haired professor and nodded.

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moodboard: october

↳“October had tremendous possibility. The summer’s oppressive heat was a distant memory, and the golden leaves promised a world full of beautiful adventures.”

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[alchemilia]

ofcassandras‌:

DATE & TIME: october 6th, 19.56pm LOCATION: staff-room AVAILABILITY: open to all

Curled up in the staff-room, feet tucked underneath her, Cass flicked through old travel journals, wistfully sighing at the weight of her own adventures. She couldn’t go back. Would never go back. Because things could never, should never, be the same way twice. Where was the fun in that? All the same, it was bittersweet to relive her own memories, mournfully longing to be out in the world once more. Hogwarts was big. But the world was bigger.

Ears twitching at the sound of footsteps approaching, Cass spoke without looking up from the pages. “I wouldn’t sit there if I were you, it’s cursed.” Reading the final sentence on her page - a very graphic account of a lovers touch in Barcelona (oh how she longed for the sweetness of sunshine, winter was far too melancholy for its own good), she closed the book, looking up for the first. Breaking into laughter, she batted away her own words, playfully grinning. “Nah, I’m just messing with you. Peeves hasn’t been here in here in years.” 

the smell of black tea put emilia at such ease that her body seemed to droop downwards with the loosening of her shoulders and the way her lips pulled down and her eyelids drooped slightly, making it slightly more difficult to read the journal she held before her. she was making her way across the room, taking enough care to keep the steaming cup of tea from spilling, though barely attentive enough to watch where she was going. her focus was taken by this alchemists’ theory on the philosopher’s stone and how nicolas flammel had come to create it when her concentration was broken by someone speaking. speaking to her? she wondered, and though she had the thought to ignore them, she still needed to check if it was the case.

which she supposed it was. it’s cursed. she hadn’t truly known cassandra when they were both still students, as she was a year above her and emilia wasn’t much for socializing anyway, though it seemed quite a cassandra thing to say. she didn’t know what she meant by that, though. she lifted the corners of her lips in what she hoped was a polite enough smile and sat down, pushing her feet beneath her thighs and setting her weight on the left arm of the chair. “from what I’ve heard, peeves caused mayhem across the whole of hogwarts, so I don’t think avoiding this particular chair would have helped in avoiding him, in any case.” 

[alchemilia]

ofarithmancy‌:

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   dana much preferred to work during the night - hogwarts was quieter then   ( but never silent ), there was no rush to go or get anywhere, and the books dana needed weren’t taken out by some high-achieving student. most of the time she was alone in the library whenever she came to check something in one of the books but not that night. holding three books on divination   ( merlin forbid anyone - especially not cassandra - caught her reading up on divination. it only so happened that she needed literary evidence on a practice used by diviners for a small section of her thesis )   she’d been walking towards the nearest table when she spotted another professor - emilia roshami - standing between two bookshelves as she flipped through the pages of a book.   “ couldn’t sleep either ? ”   dana said, feeling immediately weird for disturbing the quiet. there was no librarian to stop them from having a chat but it still felt weird to talk aloud there.

   it’s only the first week of being back at hogwarts but dana already feels very much at home there again   ( sneaking to the astronomy tower every few nights to have a smoke, sleeping in her worn-in sweaters to protect herself against the coldness of the night, going to the three broomsticks for a shot or two of firewhiskey ). she’s always missed it whenever she left, homesick for the very place where she’s already spent the better part of her life - despite feeling lost when she thinks of spending the rest of her life there as well.    this year she’d vowed to make up her mind about whether to leave or to stay. the goal is to finish her thesis   ( finally ! ), to get more involved with her students   ( to see them as more than just that, to see them as actual young people with problems like she had at that age )   and to engage more with the other staff. so, there she is - approaching the alchemy professor whom she vaguely remembers to be a few years her junior back when they were ravenclaw students themselves. emilia had been reserved then but dana couldn’t blame her for it, hogwarts hadn’t always been a nice place to everyone.    in the professor’s lounge she seldom drew attention to herself, so dana couldn’t possibly say to which extend emilia had changed. perhaps it was finally time to find out ?

time was a difficult concept for emilia to contend with whenever she returned to hogwarts. it was as though she’d been in a dream in which she’d traveled to far away places to further her research, and she’d woken from it the first day back at hogwarts, and was now struggling to keep the time straight and remember that she could no longer sleep whenever her body felt it needed to. and it meant that she spent far too many nights at the desk in her room, entirely engulfed by the books that were strewn across her desk, working on her most recent theory and finding she needed more than what the books she already possessed could tell her.

the halls were quiet, and it felt strange for emilia to be walking the halls wearing a jumper and holding a single tea cup, and wondered how the prefects might react to seeing her out and about in such a fashion and couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face at the thought of it. 

the library was, as one might expect, quite quiet, but she found there was something else about the silence that she couldn’t entirely put her finger on it... as though she could still feel the life emanating from the room, without actually seeing a living being. it was strange, but not so much so that she was spooked by the thought of it. she pushed on into the library, her slippers barely capable of masking the cold of the floor beneath her feet as she made her way to the alchemy section.

all discomforts were forgotten when she approached the shelves filled with so much new material that emilia nearly couldn’t contain her marvel. it was as though she was in a dream, again, and finding that the discipline had suddenly become so popular that everyone was becoming an alchemist. of course, emilia knew, that very much was not the case. still, she couldn’t help but feel like a child standing in front of their birthday presents. 

she set her teacup atop one of the shelves and pulled out a journal from the shelf, skimming it quickly to see if it was of any worth for her to read on, and doing the same with another when a voice came out of nowhere. she sucked in a breath and looked up from the journal with wide eyes as though she’d just been caught out doing something she shouldn’t have. she let out a shaky breath, her shoulders relaxing behind her as she recognized the arithmancy professor. “good grief, dana.” was her only response for a few moments. she closed the journals and let out another breath, “sorry, what did you say?” merlin, she hadn’t expected that. she rubbed a palm against her forehead and tried for a smile.

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[alchemilia]

orchideoushq‌:

introducing MIMBLEWIMBLE; a curse which prevents certain information from being revealed by the individual upon whom the spell is placed.

001. hushed conversations in the library, secrets you can’t even tell yourself. you’ve always been a part of the grand mystery of everything, and you have no intention to leave. 002. somewhat distant to your students - not because you don’t like them, but mostly because you’re distant to everything. 003. finding inconsistencies in almost all theories proposed in your readings, but assigning them anyway just so to see if your students can see them, too. 004. avoiding confrontation, especially in the professor’s lounge - perching yourself up your favourite seat with a new book on theory, a cup of tea in your hand, enjoying your own solitude. 005. never passing judgement on things you don’t know enough about; the world has judged you enough for you to know how it feels, the sting of wrong, the pain of being misunderstood. you are too smart for your own good, and you’ll never let anyone use yourself against you.

→ known as emilia roshami → looks like medalion rahimi → is aged twenty-six → previous ravenclaw → blood status is halfblood

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