pretty poison.

“If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression, of something beautiful, but annihilating.” ~Sylvia Plath

[alessandra-roncalli]

sandra roncalli moodboards 1/? -- general

"You can be the king but watch the queen conquer." ~ Nicki Minaj

[shannon-lancaster]

Anything happening this weekend? This girl needs some fun in her life.

[alessandra-roncalli]

This is Hogwarts. I doubt anything interesting is happening at all.

[roselavigne-blog]

Lavender oil works for headaches. My mum swears by the stuff.

[alessandra-roncalli]

I-- can't do smells. Smells hurt. Ugh.

[roleplayapps]

The Tower, North ⇝ Sig & Sandra

[roleplayapps]

Tyler continued to prattle onwards. Signy had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. “A Pisces pair is a great one. Satisfying and full of communication. A spiritual understanding, girls. Albeit passive. Capable of bringing out the best and the worst in the other, yes. You must be careful. But a wonderful friendship. Very devoted, very mellow.” The professor finished with a smile that looked like she thought she deserved a round of applause. In the time it had taken her, Signy was sure she could have genuinely written the horoscope instead. 

Sig grinned over-enthusiatically, to the point of being creepy, and spoke loudly to the woman. “I sure hope so!” With that, Professor Tyler gave a wide eyed nod and left the two alone. Likely thinking her astrology skills had opened some new world to Miss Lundekvam-Smith and drove her mad. Signy hit the giggles. “That was fucking hilarious Sandy. We should definitely mess with her more often.”

[alessandra-roncalli]

"I'm sure that any friendship with Signy is bound to be quite mellow," Sandra noted softly, brows quirking upwards as she drew herself away from her work once more. She tapped her quill gently against one hand, lifting her chin to stare down Tyler since ignoring her was clearly not going to work. The class might have piqued Sandra's interest but the vague-eyed professor was bound to snap her rigid control sometime soon. Thankfully, the woman drifted off to critique other groups.

Her head was shaking before Sig had even finished speaking, feeling an expression of distaste form on her face. "If you ever call me Sandy again I can guarantee that you will face a horrible accident in the near future. It will probably be at my hands." Her expression went impassive, though, as she eyed the professor across the room. "I do agree, though. It seems to be more of a challenge than any of the coursework."

[roselavigne-blog]

If I knew you were coming to visit I would’ve brushed my hair or something.

[alessandra-roncalli]

I really don't care what you look like. Just here for a headache remedy.

[roleplayapps]

The Tower, North ⇝ Sig & Sandra

[roleplayapps]

Signy started fidgeting with a blank piece of parchment lying on the table, ripping at it. “Can do. So last weekend I was walking around the dungeons and I found this room. I went into it and it was awesome; cushions all over the floor and patterned drapes from wall to wall. There was this big glass lantern thing in the middle of the room. It looked like a really wicked place to chill, yeah? So I went to go get Bristow from the common room because we were supposed to be practicing but I wanted to show someone first and then, when I brought him there – gone! The place had disappeared. No where to be found. I think it’s the house elves secret den or something. But Bristow thinks I was hallucinating. Twat.”

Professor Tyler floated past just as she finished insulting her fellow beater. She leaned down by Sig, stinking of lavender oil. “And how are you ladies getting on? Hmm? Charts coming along well?” Her nasal drawl annoyed the life out of the Slytherin, she wanted to stick her fingers in her ears, but instead Signy nodded enthusiastically – successfully pulled out of her sleepy trance. Her voice became formal. “Oh, yes. Alessandra and I have discovered we both fall in Pisces so we decided to team up and discuss. Didn’t we?” She winked slyly at her room mate.

[alessandra-roncalli]

"Bristow is always a twat, I don't know how you could possibly be surprised," Sandra pointed out, head shaking slightly as she noted the change in the positioning of Venus. Sandra had picked up on many things about the older Slytherin, if only because discretion was hardly one of his strongest suits. "I would let him think I was hallucinating, personally. If he goes looking for it again and finds it himself he's going to tell everyone he deems worthy. And I can bet that he's certainly not going to share the credit in finding it with anyone whose name isn't Zachoria." 

Sandra's head lifted at the professor's voice. She didn't have much patience for the space case, but she was hardly about to ruin her good reputation now. "I'm fascinated," Sandra confessed, feeling herself smirk at Signy's wink across the table. "Being born so close together in the calendar and we're still so different. That's odd, isn't it? How people are all different?" Tyler's brows twitched downward and she offered a waifish shrug. "The stars align differently at different times as they are wont to do, Miss Roncalli and people live according to them." It was a horrible answer, and Sandra went back to her work content with ruining the Seer's credibility while subtly nudging Signy's paper back to her.

[rossvalentini-inc]

Nonetheless you were correct in calling me out since this is a library. Though there was no ill intention involved. Just an accident involving books being misplaced and my attention not on where I was going. 

[alessandra-roncalli]

Then perhaps we should proceed as originally planned....

[rossvalentini-inc]

I like to think so. Though I’m sorry for disturbing you in the first place. Totally didn’t mean to do it. 

[alessandra-roncalli]

It's alright. I should probably learn to respect other people's rights in public spaces.

[rossvalentini-inc]

Possibly but I mean. At least I have a nice smile? 

[alessandra-roncalli]

If you say so.

[rossvalentini-inc]

Aren’t you lucky?

[alessandra-roncalli]

That's a debatable point.

[rossvalentini-inc]

Hey, you were the one who asked first, little lady.

[alessandra-roncalli]

I asked for silence. And I got you.

[rossvalentini-inc]

That much I know but there was an incident with a stack of books. 

[alessandra-roncalli]

Fascinating. Did you feel the need to discuss it as well?

[alessandra-roncalli]

{Without looking up from the page} The library has quiet hours for a reason.

[roleplayapps]

The Tower, North ⇝ Sig & Sandra

[roleplayapps]

She delved a hand into her robe pocket, pulling out its contents. A broken quill with a mangled green feather. A scrunched up receipt from Spintwitches – which she could recall was for a new Beater’s bat – and a few coins. Picking out the lonely golden coin of the bunch, she slid it across the table to rest in front of Sandra, “Deal.” before stuffing the rest back in their usual cavity. 

“Still wandering the great unknowns of the world, unsure what direction you’re going in?” Signy answered. “I feel ya, dude. Only people who suck know what they’re about at our age. Desmond asked me that question when I was picking my subjects and I was like, yo, old man – how the fuck am I supposed to know? You know?” Her face was all scrunched up. “I didn’t say that. But the thought counts and all.”

[alessandra-roncalli]

Sandra picked the Galleon up, tucking it into her fingers so it disappeared with a faint glimmer. She then scooted her roommate's chart next to hers, so she could copy down the basic information. Her eyes flickered up occasionally as Signy spoke, careful to keep track of their conversation.

"I have a few ideas," Sandra allowed, one corner of her mouth quirking at the other blonde's anecdote. "I'm sure your path will appear to you soon. Things have a funny way of working out how they're supposed to." The quill scratched across the paper, Sandra's neat looping handwriting looking nothing like Signy's scrawl. "Please, feel free to keep talking," Sandra urged, gesturing to her with the writing utensil. "So it looks more like collaboration than a business transaction."

[roleplayapps]

The Tower, North ⇝ Sig & Sandra

[roleplayapps]

Signy rolled her lips. “Hey, if it takes that much effort dude – I’m out.” She held her hands up, surrendering. Truthfully it was worry that she might not be able to read through Sandra’s notes that stopped her, but laziness was a comfortable excuse. One that nobody questioned with Sig. Miss Lundekvam-Smith was well known for her lack of enthusiasm over, well, almost everything. 

She leaned back over to the table, resting her head on her palm again, and gazed at Alessandra quizzically. “We’ve been room mates for what, five years now? Five. Full. Years. That’s a long time. And you know what? I still have no idea what you’re about, Roncalli.” Signy changed positions, folding her arms over each other on top of her book pages and resting her head on them – still keeping eyes on her house mate. “I think you should tell me.” She added innocently.

[alessandra-roncalli]

Signy's protests earned a mock-patient look that Sandra reserved almost exclusively for her brother. "Fine," she murmured. "If you toss in a Galleon, I'll make it so you have something to turn in for the first time in almost a year." She brushed a loose strand of hair behind one ear, cross-referencing the moon cycle  just to double check that Signy's moon would be in Venus.

Catching Sig's motion, she looked up from the Pisces page, watching the other blonde with something akin mild interest. "What I'm about? What an interesting question." Her head lolled to one side, and her mouth pursed. It was a fair question, and the tattoo on her hipbone seemed to throb as she considered it. "I suppose that remains to be seen, doesn't it?" Her eyes met Signy's lazily, wondering if this was going to become a confrontation or not.

[roleplayapps]

The Tower, North ⇝ Sig & Sandra

[roleplayapps]

Signy didn’t bother to add anything to the burn given to the Hufflepuff. Partially from lethargy, partially from the feeling the job of defending had already been completed by her housemate. She watched as Sandra got comfortable beside her, not making any moves to welcome or prevent. Sig guessed it was a nice enough gesture; many in their house either fawned over or feared Alessandra Roncalli. She was indifferent, spending too much time with the wasters of their little school society to keep up to date with the ever-changing social reputations.

She would have laid her head down on the book by this point but Sandra had a way of commanding your attention up close. Even on someone like Sig. She chuckled when the other posed a question. “How baked? So baked I should be a cake.” The curly haired Slytherin rested back against her chair, arms closed. It felt like she could melt away into the fabric. “D’ya mind writing my horoscope for me? Kinda suck at,” She pointed at her open book on the table. “—All this.”

[alessandra-roncalli]

Sandra was pleased to note that the Hufflepuff seemed duly chastised now, and had settled in to do her work without acknowledging either of the Slytherins now seated in the corner. She listened to Signy's response, unsure if she was amused or concerned about her roommate's drug use, ultimately deciding that it wasn't really any of her business. "This is a good class for it, I suppose," Sandra mused, glancing around the room, which was smoky with incense and rather dimly lit, giving everything a sluggish, sleepy atmosphere. 

She glanced over at Sig's chart, taking in the solitary scribble on the page that was, in fact, incorrect. If she hadn't just defended the girl, or if she hadn't known for a fact that they were both on the same horoscope, Sandra would have refused. But today, she was feeling rather gracious, and genuinely enjoyed the lesson. "We've the same horoscope, so you can copy down most of it," she mused after a moment. "We'll have to change a few of your alignments, like Saturn-- the moon for sure--" Sandra leaned over, drawing Signy's chart out from under her book to compare notes. "We're only about two weeks apart. Should be easy."

[roleplayapps]

The Tower, North ⇝ Sig & Sandra

Her attention was caught by a particularly metallic tea cup on one of the crowded shelves. It had caught the little light there was and glistered, right in the view of her eyes. She was in Divination class and Signy should have been concentrating on a Horoscope chart. Instead, with the book her elbow was leaning on opened at the ‘Pisces’ section, her wrist supported her head as it lolled and she paid no attention. The room was warmly lit from the fire in the grate at the top of the classroom, stuffy, and fog-filled from teas brewing and incense burning.

The Slytherin liked Divination. Not for the subject itself — no chance — but because it was easy to go unnoticed. She would sit right at the back of the class, in a shadowed area of the circular room, and hide from all and any questions. Today especially; she was far too baked from the joint she’d shared at break to even comprehend making some bullshit astrology up. Too much effort required? Forget it.

Sig’s head lolled once more and she lost focus in her eyes. However this time, her palm was too sweaty to grip. Her head dropped to her chest before she could stop it. As she raised it back up, she noticed a few blonde strands of hair caught in her mouth. She pulled them out lazily with a look blissful incomprehension on her face. That was, until she heard a stifled giggle in her general vicinity. She zoned in on the source. “…Something funny?”

[alessandra-roncalli]

The class was more interesting than Sandra would ever admit aloud. Today they were working horoscopes, and the blonde's mind was working a mile a minute as she filled out her chart. The implications of combining the horoscope with various Arithmantic theorems could potentially--

A soft schlump drew her focus from her work. Signy, her fellow Slytherin, seemed to have temporarily passed out. Although she fought to keep her grin contained, it disappeared entirely as a Hufflepuff girl at the table behind her snickered. The Slytherin's impassive gaze rested on the girl for a moment, who immediately silenced. Sandra turned to look back over at Signy, a girl who she never really had a problem with, whether that be because she was always stoned or not.

"Nothing but a Puff's inability to pay attention to her own work." Debating for a moment, Sandra grabbed her belongings and moved to her housemate's nearly empty table, a sign of solidarity. "How stoned are you right now, anyhow?"