ANDREA SOFIA BONHAM @andreabonham-blog - Tumblr Blog

hey i’d also like to say !!

i’m not deleting this blog, bc i really love andrea and i love the people on here, so i wont be unfollowing anyone, but id love to keep rping!! i’d say im turning this into a 1x1 but i actually have no idea what that means please help me i am but a mere weeb but yeah point is i would love to keep rping on here? if you’d like that and you’d like to plot stuff/different stuff out, i’d be okay w/ that !!

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James had been preoccupied, of late. To say the least. Not that anyone could blame him; theoretical impending doom tended to have that affect. Before, James had earned some semblance of anonymity. As a child, being a Potter was interesting, but with three of them in the school and James having been there six years past, he hadn’t been an attraction in some time. Being a champion, however, seemed to have renewed interest.

As usual, he dealt with it in the worst possible way for himself. Whenever someone wanted to talk or ask him something, he stopped, because this was a part of what he wanted, wasn’t it? To make history you had to be known. But whenever he could he retreated into himself, hating how everything felt weak and fake between him and the place he’d grown to love. There was no way to marry the two sides of him. The one that needed the attention and the one that couldn’t put up with it.

Dueling club became an outlet, then. A way to channel his frustration in himself into magic. At times that meant he became unpredictable with it, but James was good with control. As long as he kept a leash on things, no one had to know.

Yet when he needed most to have a good sparring session, instead, they were given a partner project. To help at reading body language, they were meant to practice with someone they didn’t know, trying to guess what their next move would be before they made it. At the end, they would review how many times they’d been right and see what they needed to work on.

An interesting idea, but not exactly what he’d been looking for from the day.

James was paired with Andrea Bonham, a girl he’d seen in passing but never really spoken to. Not that he really spoke to very many people, in the end. They shared classes and clubs together, but she seemed to mirror his more solitary outlook, which suited James just fine. It would probably be beneficial to read someone who kept their cards close to the vest.

“Not at all,” he answered, noting that she’d come over before he had the chance to stand. “Are you ready to stare at each other for an hour?” It probably wasn’t a great prospect for her, looking at him that long. Probably, it was going to be incredibly awkward. Still, James hadn’t ever looked at a challenge he didn’t want to push through, if only to prove to himself he could.

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People watching---- it wouldn’t be the first time Andrea did it. She tended to be a very observant person, and with so many people bustling through the halls of the school, they were bound to catch her attention. It was rather entertaining; seeing the younger ones trying to squeeze through the bigger kids, panicked and worried they wouldn’t get to class on time, or the bigger ones, how some of them strolled in an oddly blissful fashion, while others looked like they hadn’t slept in days, frantically pushing people away as they try to keep up with their busy, work-loaded schedules. People were different, unique, and Andrea liked picking up on their uniqueness. Which ones apologized, even if they weren’t the ones in the way. Which ones dodged and weaved through, rather than push and bulldoze. She wouldn’t mind this assignment too much.

James, from what Andrea had observed, was a few ways like her. He kept more to himself, he was a little more guarded than most. She decided that’s why they got paired together; their tricks and cards were under lock and key. She could tell it would be challenging, but doable, nonetheless. Getting into his shoes shouldn’t be too hard.

She took a seat across from him, chuckling at his comment. He wasn’t wrong, that was what they were supposed to do, but hearing it out loud, with such simple phrasing, compared to the professor’s long, complex explanation, it sounded borderline ridiculous. She liked people-watching, sure, but, Merlin, not for that long. “About as ready as I’ll ever be. Which is, mind you, barely ready, if at all.” At least he’s not so bad to look at. Andrea ran her hands through her hair, pulling it into ponytail, as she always did in every one of the clubs, before speaking up again. “I’ve actually no idea how to come across this. I’m assuming that we stare, and then we comment while we stare?”

#; p: james #thread; dueling assignment #[ im sorry this took so long oh m y god ]

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shrieking shack rendezvous • andrea & tarian

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Hogsmeade during this time of the year was perfect for a day out. Not too warm, not too cold, the occasional breeze tousling his hair pleasantly. As much as he loved Hogwarts, it was refreshing to spend some time away from the castle—and by away, he really meant away. There were no patrols scheduled during the weekend. Ditching Head Boy duties one night for a trip to the nearest Muggle city sounded very, very tempting. Besides, Glasgow wasn’t even that far. He suspected it would take about two or three hours tops to fly there. Standing in front of the Shrieking Shack (students rarely came here, hence a good spot to fly in case he ever chose to), Tarian gauged his options.

In all honesty, however, the stream of thought was nothing more than a form of self-indulgence. He doubted he would actually leave school grounds for a day trip to the city. He preferred doing right by the book, not against it. (But he was a Slytherin—when the tasks began and the teachers were too busy dealing with those Ministry officials, perhaps he would give his plan a go.)

Lost in his thoughts, his usually perceptive senses failed to pick up the sound of approaching footsteps. He slowly turned his head around at the female voice, which sounded dimly familiar. Recognition dawned upon him once his attention settled on the girl’s face. The Quidditch player from Ravenclaw—he struggled to remember her position, though. “Hello,” he greeted leisurely, his sharp gaze keenly observing her presence. “Too bad. I know yours.” A pause. “Andrea, innit?”

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A natural and, quite frankly, unavoidable wave of curiosity suddenly coursed through Andrea’s veins. She couldn’t help it; Slytherin Chasers were known for being very in-tune with their surroundings, she thought he would’ve noticed her presence from a mile away. But he didn’t. He was apparently so lost in thought that he didn’t even notice when she walked up to him, he seemed to realize she was there only when she spoke up.

Whatever had his mind so occupied, Andrea wanted to know about. Her instinct was to pry, but she knew better. She never liked it when people pried---- particularly if their prying interrupted her thought process. Andrea decided, she wouldn’t ask directly, he’d tell her if he found it fitting.

For a quick moment, if only to make the situation just a bit more amusing to her, she played with the idea of lying. She decided against it; that wouldn’t make him want to talk to her. “Andrea, yeah.” She confirmed with a nod of her head and the slightest hint of a smile. It disappeared quickly, though, as she flipped through her endless thoughts. She had to have heard his name some time, and not remembering it was more than just a little bit irritating. “I know it starts with a ‘t’. Ter-- Tar--- Oh! Tarian. That it?”

#; p: tarian #thread; shrieking shack rendezvous #[ HEY LOOK GUESS WHO FINALLY REPLIED AFTER FOREVER ]#[ I AM SO SORRY ]

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Conrad Jon Godly’s Abstract Mountains Drip from the Canvas

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Random Ravenclaw Aesthetics

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#;out of forests #[ FINALLY ]

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“Sorry if I came off a little strong,” Monet apologized sheepishly with a smile. “I am just itching to draw someone. So, you can just stay where you are and do your best not to move your head. If you need to move just tell me, you are not a prisoner.”

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“Nah, you’re good. I can appreciate straightforwardness anyways.” She waved off the girl’s apology with a lazy flick of her wrist and a friendly smile. “Yes, ma’am.” Andrea paused for a moment. “--You’ve made me self-aware. What do I do with m’head now?”

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THE MOST GLORIFIED DEATH TRAP

but if anyone can do it, it’s a bunch of teenagers with something to prove

#[ aww yeah guess who made their playlist !! ]#triwizardstask2

#;out of forests #[ damn u tumblr ]

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30 Day Harry Potter Challenge: Day 8 - Favorite Subject

Potions Class

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character aesthetic » the stargazer

“ the nitrogen in our DNA, the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood, the carbon in our apple pies were made in the interiors of collapsing stars. we are made of starstuff ”

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