terrible youth.

xvi. abigail nott. sixth year. slytherin house. pureblood. seeker.

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╰ °✧  DOLOHOV, C.

corrine always found herself the happiest when she was sat criss-crossed on her best friend’s bed. she could be having the worst day, but she knew as soon as abigail came into the room– everything got better. perhaps that’s why she was sat there with her now, painting her fingernails a deep shade of green.

she always loved to paint abigail’s nails, because it always gave her a chance to hold her hand without it seeming out of place. 

“ green has always been your color, ya’know ? matches your personality. makes you seem BAD ASS– even more so than me. ”

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      abigail  gazed  down  at  her  nails,  all  of  her  life  she’d  always  been  surrounded  by  green.  her  father  never  forgot  he  was  a slytherin,  their  family  was  proud  of  what  the  colour  meant;  money,  pride.  then  she  gazed  up  at  the  girl  in  front  of  her.  corrine  suited  it  all.  she  was  everything  abigail  wished  she  could  be  but  she  was  too  meek  to  be  it  so  she  followed  her  around  like  a  puppy  without  a  leash.  lips  broke  into  a  smile  despite  her  want  to  argue.

       ❛  i'm  glad  i  got  sorted  into  slytherin  then.  can  you  IMAGINE  me  trying  to  pull  off  yellow.  what  an  awful  idea.  i’d  clash  so  hard  with  my  blonde.  those  poor  little  puffs  have  no  idea  that  they  got  the  LAMEST  colour  of  them  all.  as  far  as  you  go,  i’d  say  green  is  your  colour  too,  so  i  guess  you’re  as  lucky  as  me. ❜ abigail  wished  their  only  problems  were  the  colours  their  hair  &  skin  coordinated  with.  she  was  distracted  ever  since  the  attack,  because  while  she’d  found  out  that  both  corrine  &  nathaniel’s  parents  had  been  involved  she’d  yet  to  hear  about  her  own  father.

         ❛  i  wish  a  colour  would  MAKE  me  ‘bad  ass’  because  i’m  really  not  feeling  that  way  right  now.  the  world  is  getting  fucking  dark  &  people  are  dying  &  all  we  can  do  is  sit  here  away  from  our  families  because  they’ve  decided  being  cooped  up  here  is  safe.  it’s  a  load  of  bullshit.  &  classes  starting  isn’t  going  to  help  make  anyone  feel  better.  if  anything  everyone  is  going  to  turn  into  a  fucking  detective  &  try  to  find  out  who  fucked  up  little  miss  weaselette. ❜

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     ( ooc. )  /  also  like  this  for  a  starter  from  abigail.

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╰ °✧  FAIRCHILD, M.

“If anyone does stay behind, I don’t think that automatically counts them as a loser.” It didn’t mean everyone would be moping. “Yeah, probably. For the same reasons.” Minus the alcohol, of course. But he wouldn’t mind seeing everyone in a better mood. “It won’t solve the world’s problems, but I bet it’ll be fun.” He smiled, keeping with his optimism for the holiday.

      though  they  clearly  had  different  ideas  on  what  made  people  losers  because  she  couldn’t  bear  the  thought  of  someone  calling  her  out  for  not  being  there.  she  was  lucky  enough  to  have  someone  to  go  with  now  as  well.  ❛  it  better  be,  otherwise  i’ll  blame  you  for  it.  only  because  now  you’ve  made  such  a  big  claim. ❜

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╰ °✧  NICHOLS, H.

“Shit is happening in the world right now and there’s nothing we can do about it right now,” Henry let out a deep sigh and looked at the girl. “World has always been fucked up, we need to deal with it,” he shrugged. Henry has always been a pessimist, even though he preferred calling himself a realist. “At least tonight we can forget about it, at least, that was the assumption.”

       ❛  how  wasted  do  you  think  we’ll  need  to  be  before  we  can  properly  forget  ?  bet  it’ll  take  a  good  few  bottles  before  anyone  gets  blackout  drunk, ❜  she  offered  henry  a  grin.  if  he  was  attempting  to  have  a  good  outlook  on  everything,  she  assumed  she  better  try  as  well. 

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╰ °✧  DOLOHOV, C.

she knew it wouldn’t take abigail long to comply, what would be better than the two of them showing up as dates ? this was the twenty first century, things like this were socially acceptable– plus they were going as FRIENDS. though, the blonde couldn’t help but think how wonderful they would look together. corrine grinned at abigail, holding out her pinky in truce “ honestly, abi. do you think i wouldn’t get you flowers ? i’m a dolohov, i was taught how to treat a lady. ”

          but  abigail  knew  better.  she  &  corrine  were  not  just  friends,  at  least  she’d  never  thought  so.  her  finger  outstretched  &  she  took  ahold  of  the  other  girl’s  careful  twining  her  own  around  it.  a  small  grin  appeared  on  her  face,  corrine  knew  how  to  make  her  smile,  knew  how  to  get  her  to  do  whatever  she  wanted.  ❛  it’s  been  said  nott’s  know  how  to  treat  ladies  right  too,  cor.  so  i  might  give  you  a  run  for  your  title. ❜

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╰ °✧  FAIRCHILD, M.

“I think everyone would rather go home than go to that thing.” Home was all anyone would talk about lately anyway. “So you aren’t going, then? I think it would at least take our minds off of everything for a while.” Which was why he assumed it all was being organized so extravagantly.

       ❛  oh,  i’m  still  going.  i  wouldn’t  be  caught  dead  being  the  loser  who  just  stayed  behind  in  their  room  because  they  were  moping.  somebody’s  going  to  bring  the  alcohol,  &  everyone  is  going  to  have  a  good  time.  at  least  i  can  get  to  watch  that  happen.  are  you  going  too  ? ❜

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╰ °✧  NICHOLS, H.

“Are you ever not whining?” Henry rolled his eyes as he was looking through the refreshments choices. At least the food was decent and the drinks weren’t too bad either. He would have stayed at Hogwarts for Christmas anyway, since his brother was too busy to spend them with him and he sure as hell did not want to go visit his parents and they didn’t want him to visit them. “Just enjoy the fact that they came up with something to distract us, will ya?”

        not  that  she  felt  like  getting  into  a  fight,  but  this  whole  idea  of  having  a  dance  didn’t  seem  right.  she  could  feel  things  shifting,  she  could  tell  something  awful  was  going  to  happen  soon.  a  distraction  wasn’t  what  they  needed.  but  he  was  right  about  one  thing,  she  did  do  an  awful  lot  of  complaining.  ❛  i  should,  i  know  i  should  &  i  wish  i  could,  but  this  whole  thing  just  worries  me.  i  guess  i  just  want  to  know  what’s  going  on  in  the  world  versus  whatever  fantasy  we’re  being  given. ❜

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╰ °✧  DOLOHOV, C.

“ stop COMPLAINING, abi, ” corrine said, rolling her eyes at her friend, “ balls are fun. you know even when our parents may or may not be planning to murder the entire potter family. ” her tone was lighthearted, but she was still genuinely upset about not being told about the attack. her parents WERE in on it and a small part of her kind of hope they got hurt just becuase she wasn’t in on it. “ you’re just mad because you wouldn’t have a date. if you want we can go to hogsmede together and get matching dresses ? maybe i could be your date ? don’t get too wet, though– we’re going as friends of course. ”

     abigail  did  not  know  what  her  father’s  involvement  was  with  the  attack,  but  she  assumed  the  answer  wouldn’t  be  good.  he  was  a  smart  man  who  fought  with  the  side  that  swayed  him  the  most  &  would  accept  his  intelligence.  unfortunately,  she  knew  his  sort  of  intelligence  might  be  valued  more  by  this  group  that  had  come  to  light.  her  lips  pursed  out  as  she  gazed  at  corrine.  ❛  alright,  you’ve  got  me  pinned.  i  GUESS  i’ll  go,  but  only  if  you  promise  to  be  my  date  &  get  me  some  stupid  flowers  or  something. ❜

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       a  ball.  she  couldn’t  believe  it.  they  were  actually  trying  to  have  a  dance  while  the  students  were  still  stuck  here.  how  could  they  even  go  out  to  get  proper  attire  for  it.  abigail  was  in  a  foul  mood  about  the  whole  thing.  ❛  yeah,  because  dancing  is  going  to  solve  all  of  the  world’s  problems.  at  this  point  i  just  want  to  go  home.  ❜

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╰ °✧  POTTER, J.

This was exactly how he wanted to deal with the situation at hand. Making witty comments about it whilst simultaneously making it seem like less of a big deal so he could ignore it all. It was a perfect coping mechanism. “Before the next game we have against each other would be perfect as at least that way I won’t have to worry about my poor nose again. Why didn’t they think to do it last month to save me from you?” He shook his head as though disappointed by the entire situation – which he could probably say he genuinely was, just in a much less mocking and sarcastic way. 

       abigail  laughed,  james  was  good  at  making  her  laugh  even  when  she  didn’t  want  to.  the  world  was  going  to  shit,  but  at  least  he  maintained  a  good  spirit.  ❛  sorry  that  you  got  such  a  shitty  christmas  gift.  but  the  food’s  going  to  be  damn  good  &  at  least  we  don’t  have  to  be  out  there  in  it.  if  i  had  to  pick  between  being  here  &  having  to  fight  or  something  i’d  pick  being  here  lighting  up  a  bowl  &  petting  my  cat.  ❜

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╰ °✧  DUBOIS, Z.

“ probably not, it’s not too often that a muggleborn witch gets famous in the wizarding world, ” she shrugged and placed her book on the ground next to her. she didn’t completely HATE abigail, mainly because she didn’t really know her at all. so she didn’t see a problem in seeing what she had to say. considering that she was currently sleeping with the school’s biggest piece of death eater trash, she’d come to realize that she kind of had to have an open mind. 

“ i mean, she did reach for her wand. i just hit her before she could cast anything. ” zara wasn’t trying to brag, nor was she trying to explain herself. she was beyond happy that she got to bust pure blood’s nose. it was liberating, even if she probably had to go visit headmaster mcgonagall later. “ and honestly, a black eye is nothing. i broke her nose. she actually shed blood. that’s what counts. oh and i’m pretty sure i dented her ego. ”

      digging  into  her  bag  abigail  took  her  quill  &  a  small  scrap  piece  of  paper  before  handing  it  out  to  the  other  girl.  ❛  who  knows,  you  might  turn  out  to  be  a  star  or  something  &  i’m  going  to  sell  it. ❜  she  grinned  as  she  decided  she  was  at  least  going  to  stay  here  long  enough  to  get  an  autograph  from  this  irrelevant  girl.  it  was  like  getting  her  yearbook  signed  or  something,  but  it  wasn’t  the  end  of  the  year  &  she  would  probably  lose  the  piece  of  paper.

       ❛  what  were  you  even  fighting  about  ?  blood  politics  ?  i  mean  i  wouldn’t  be  surprised  but  at  a  time  like  this  that  might  be  the  least  of  our  worries. ❜

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╰ °✧  DUBOIS, Z.

she was quite shocked to see that it was abigail nott that had rounded the corner. what would she want from zara anyway ? probably to “try and teach her a lesson” or some shit. maybe she was one of the nicer ones? she knew that she was friends with nathaniel, but even she knew that didn’t mean much. nathaniel was an asshole, but she knew that that wasn’t always the case.

so zara didn’t just dismiss the blonde as soon as she probably should have. instead she let her speak, laughing softly when she mentioned that she saw the fight. “ yeah. that was me. what do you want ? my autograph ? ”

      arms  crossed  &  she  couldn’t  help  but  laugh.  she  then  shrugged.  ❛  depends,  is  it  going  to  be  worth  a  lot  of  money  one  day  ?  otherwise  it  might  be  a  little  strange  for  me  to  have  a  random  girl’s  signature  sitting  around. ❜  

       despite  the  words  she’d  said  about  zara  she  didn’t  hate  her.  there  were  very  few  people  abigail  hated,  as  of  right  now  she  couldn’t  think  of  anyone  she  really  loathed.  instead  of  deciding  to  leave,  she  took  the  friendliness  as  a  means  to  move  forward  a  bit.  ❛  she  got  you  pretty  damn  good  too,  though.  don’t  see  why  even  purebloods  forget  they’re  wizards  whenever  they  get  into  fights. ❜

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╰ °✧  DUBOIS, Z.

the bruise around her eye throbbed like crazy, but she wasn’t upset about it. she wasn’t upset about any of it. she didn’t care about what her face looked like, because she knew what the other girl looked like. she remembered how she swung her fist around and broke the bitch’s nose the MUGGLE way. 

fighting someone wasn’t really something that zara would do on a normal basis, she wasn’t VIOLENT. it was just something about their current situation. everything was falling apart and it felt as if there was another war on the horizon. if there was, zara was going to give up on her magic completely. the whole idea of a war was fucking stupid to her. she was SCARED and she hated being scared. there was no fucking reason to be scared of a world that brought her so much joy, but here she was fucking terrified.

she sat up against the tree that her and nathaniel sat under only a week ago. she was in his exact position, bottle in one hand and book in the other. she sat alone, or she thought she did until she heard someone creep behind her.

“ look, i’m not really in the mood for someone to be sneaking up on me.”

       abigail  had  watched  it  happen,  from  the  sidelines.  she  was  often  careful  not  to  pick  fights,  especially  not  ones  with  muggleborns  due  to  the  constant  bias  on  purebloods  fighting  them.  perhaps  it  wasn’t  the  best  idea  to  search  her  out  afterward,  but  she  was  interested  to  know  what  had  happened  to  the  girl  who  picked  a  fight  with  a  pureblood  at  such  a  difficult  time.  abigail  meant  to  be  quiet,  to  not  say  hello,  but  she  was  interrupted,  her  presence  had  been  found  out. 

         the  problem  with  being  abigail  nott  in  this  situation  was  specifically  her  last  name  &  her  reputation.  she  had  decided  most  people  thought  of  her  as  a  bitch  because  of  her  friend  group.  nathaniel  &  corrine  certainly  weren’t  the  kindest  of  people,  especially  not  to  those  that  they  didn’t  care  about.  but  she  had  become  friends  with  kinder  people,  such  as  james  potter  or  mercer  fairchild  (  not  that  she’d  tell  corrine  or  nathaniel  about  those  interactions  ). 

         ❛  promise  i  wasn’t  trying  to  sneak  up  or  anything.  i  was  just  wondering  if  you  were  that  girl  i  saw  break  someone’s  nose  earlier  &  indeed  you  are.  good  job,  by  the  way,  i  heard  the  crack. ❜

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╰ °✧  POTTER, J.

“Shame you can’t relate, isn’t it?” In the strangest way possible, Abigail was EXACTLY the person he needed around him right now. As much as he wanted comfort (mainly from those he was closest to), he also wanted someone like Abigail to give him a reality check so he’d stop bloody moping. Sticking out his bottom lip, he tilted his head to one side as he looked at Abigail. “Oh no. Did Daddy have to cancel your trip to America? He should have told his friends to plan a more convenient time to kidnap a few war heroes.”

     ❛  exactly,  a  full  on  shame,  ❜  she  responded,  lips  tilting  into  a  smile  despite  the  circumstances.  ❛  YES,  i’m  terribly  disappointed.  wish  he’d  have  told  them  to  wait  until  like  spring,  when  the  weather’s  nicer.  or  maybe  until  right  before  another  game  with  gryffindor  &  slytherin  so  we  wouldn’t  have  to  have  a  repeat  of  last  time.  either  way,  i’ve  really  been  inconvenienced  by  this  whole  thing  so  let’s  hope  your  dad  gets  out  tomorrow  or  something  so  i  can  be  on  my  merry  way  to  new  york  city,  &  people  can  stop  bothering  you  about  your  feelings. ❜

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╰ °✧  POTTER, J.

“Why does everyone keep asking me, I’m FINE.” James stubbed out the third cigarette he’d smoked in the last half hour and sighed as he played with the butt between his fingertips instead of getting rid of it, avoiding all eye contact. “This shit happens to Dad all the time, I’m sure he’ll be fine. It’s not the first time he’s gotten into Auror shit.” Sure, this was evidently a lot worse than previous occasions but James didn’t want to think about it because every time he did, he thought he’d throw up. “Staying here all Christmas will be pretty sick. I’ve never seen the Christmas feast before.”

      ❛  oh  yeah,  how  awful  is  that  to  have  people  care  about  your  well  being  .  .  .  &  i  definitely  didn’t  come  over  to  check  if  you  were  okay  either.  how  dumb  would  that  be  ?  a  death  eater’s  daughter  asking  if  a  potter  was  okay  in  a  time  of  peril.  ❜  though  she  actually  was  worried  about  james.  she’d  never  seen  something  this  scale  in  her  lifetime,  knew  her  acquaintance  had  to  be  terrified  to  some  degree.  ❛  honestly,  i  can’t  even  think  about  food  at  this  point,  i  was  supposed  to  be  spending  christmas  with  my  dad  in  america.  ❜

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╰ °✧  POTTER, J.

“I managed to transfigure my scarf to make it extra long and warm so now I feel like I might be able to survive this winter.” Burying himself beneath the bundles of fabric he was wrapped in, he suppressed a shiver and grinned as he stuck a cigarette between his teeth, lighting it with his wand. Now December had hit it was officially FAR too cold for James to be coping so wherever he went he was found wrapped in a huge jumper and scarf. “It took almost eighteen years but I’ve defeated winter.”

       ❛   &  yet  you  just  defeated  your  record  for  the  fewest  words  to  annoy  me  in.  congratulations  potter,  i’ll  make  sure  you  get  a  plaque  &  everything. ❜   meanwhile  she  was  very  much  not  worried  about  being  warm  for  the  winter.  ❛   are  you  sure  it’s  not  the  cigarette  making  you  warm  ?  i  hear  they  work  nearly  as  well  as  scarves  that  can  be  considered  BLANKETS. ❜

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╰ °✧  CARROW, E.

Find other plans this year. Those had been his mother’s instructions. Which, of course, meant ‘don’t come home, you’re an embarrassment to this family and lost the only salvageable quality about you’. So to say Evgeni was in a foul mood would be an understatement. So he’d been outside for a while now, just giving up on classes and not much caring that it was definitely getting colder. The Quidditch pitch, even one so different from the one at Durmstrang, was a source of familiarity, and hanging around it almost made it feel like nothing had changed. Nevermind that he didn’t have his broom, had left it back in Finland, seeing no point in bringing it if he couldn’t fly, and nevermind that he couldn’t fly anymore, and nevermind that all of his plans for the future had been ruined, and nevermind that the damage was far beyond just an inability to ever play Quidditch again. 

No, if he just sat here, it was like he could pretend none of that was real. The only problem, of course, is that it was only pretend, and as it stood he was six foot tall, lounging on the edge of the pitch with his legs stretched out in front of him, so the fact that he was very nearly stepped on was not only to be expected but also what jarred him from his little fantasy world where his life wasn’t shitty. “Hey, yeah, watch where you’re fuckin’ walking, maybe?” he grouched, pulling his legs up closer to himself as though the contact had burned him.

         the  students  of  hogwarts  seemed  to  be  drawn  to  the  quidditch  pitch  like  moths  to  a  flame.  she  was  used  to  seeing  people  mucking  about  on  it,  even  when  she  wanted  the  place  to  herself  to  practice.  after  the  slytherin  team’s  humiliating  defeat,  she  was  still  one  to  think  highly  of  the  team,  &  she  needed  to  get  BETTER.  which  she  would  have  been  if  certain  gryffindors  hadn’t  already  riled  her  up  pre  the  game.  

           nearly  tripping  over  someone  wasn’t  in  her  agenda  for  the  day.  she  had  barely  noticed  the  boy  lounging,  &  she  remembered  him  from  an  interaction  where  his  cat  nearly  bit  her  finger  off.  maybe  his  cat  wasn’t  the  only  thing  with  a  nasty  bite.  she  held  her  hands  up  in  defense  but  she  didn’t  exactly  like  the  way  he  recoiled.  ❛  i  was  going  to  APOLOGISE  but  i  guess  now  it  doesn’t  matter,  does  it  ?  &  i  thought  your  cat  was  the  rude  one.  ❜