If Memories Are Shadows

We’d best not waste the light Rhea E. Holiday 29 years old

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Rhea E. Holiday

hey, isn’t that RHEA HOLIDAY? i read a daily prophet article on them, once ; the TWENTY NINE year old muggle born WIX  is a HUFFLEPUFF alumnus who has gone on to be a MUGGLE MECHANIC. i’ve heard they can be quite INTUITIVE & COMPASSIONATE, but i don’t know… they came off very IMPULSIVE & MELANCHOLIC in that interview. it really is hard to know what to believe these days though, isn’t it?

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Name: Rhea Eleanore Holiday Pronouns: She/They Nickname(s): Ray; Holiday; Holly; Ellie Age: 30 Birthday: April 5, 1992 Sexuality: Bisexual Living Relations: Wynona Vivian Holiday (Mother, 61) Profession: Muggle Mechanic Education: Hogwarts; Hufflepuff

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qviddiitch​:

“we’ve never been that good with timing,” oliver responded, a smirk quickly working its way across his face as he stepped closer to rhea. “nothing wrong with that,” he added quickly, “it’s just who we are,” he continued, this time with a slight shrug of his shoulders as his eyebrows momentarily furrowed. he wasn’t exactly sure where he was heading with it, but then he never was. “i like you a lot,” he repeated, as he leaned in to kiss her. 

She can’t help but laugh at that. For them, not good at timing feels a bit like the understatement of the year. They’re disasters at their core, but that doesn’t... have to be a bad thing. Rhea looks up at him, a smile curling at the edges of her lips as he leans in. It’s not a bad thing, the way this is going, and she’ll take it. One hand reaches up to perch on his shoulder as she leans in, too, eyes fluttering shut. “I like you, too.” It feels silly to say it that way, juvenile, but that doesn’t make it any less honest.

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qviddiitch​:

oliver had always struggled when it came to the expression of his feelings, with the exception of anger, he had no trouble letting someone know he was angry, but admitting he cared for someone? it just wasn’t something he was used to doing. add to that his relative confusion at the situation - and he was at a loss for words. thankfully, his mouth wasn’t left hanging open. “no-no- you’re not being stupid,” he was quick to interject, that much he knew for sure. but that didn’t mean he wasn’t still confused. “i like being around you, i well- i like you rhea,” he managed to find words, though they were far from poetic. 

She nods--once, abrupt. It’s nice to hear that she’s not blowing things out of proportion, that he likes her. It is. Reassurance is good, appreciated, even. But on the other hand, she’s not really sure what to do with what he said either. “That’s--” Start and stop. Start and stop. It’d be great if she could get a whole sentence out without issues, and yet... that’s not the option here. “That’s good, I guess. Um... I realize the timing of all this is a bit weird, right, with the world being what it is right now and we only just left a pub and I’m probably a bit buzzed--they say you shouldn’t do shit like this without being sober but--” A solid stop, coming to a close so hard she bites her tongue and winces at it. “Sorry. I’m rambling. I don’t really know what I’m doing here.” 

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chacswins​:

“What can I say? Give me some alcohol and I’m a zoologist.” He smirks, though he is glad he doesn’t remember that night very well. That conversation most slipped his mind, thank Merlin. He organizes the jars as best as he could on the small space he gave himself. “Oh, yes of course. It’s mostly cuts and bruises, one broken bone.”

“Can’t say I’ve heard of that particular side-effect before, but it’s certainly interesting.” Rhea lets out a faint laugh, pressing sweaty palms to the fabric covering their legs and looking out over their surroundings for a moment. People milling about in any and all varieties of dress... just having a good time. Events like this matter so unbearably much. Her eyes turn back to Kaz. “At the risk of asking you to infringe on doctor-patient confidentiality, how does one break a bone at the ren faire?” 

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hoggleswart​:

A  moment  of  silence  as  Marcus  considers  the  options  she’s  offering,   though  it  doesn’t  linger  long,   quickly  breaking  it  with  an  unflattering  scoff.           ‘      Right.   Because  I  brag  about  how  much  time  you  and  I  are  spending  together  on  a  daily  basis.   It’s  the  talk  of  the  Falmouth  Falcons’  locker  room.     ’           It’s  easy  to  be  a  dick  when  the  sentiment  Rhea  feels  towards  their  project  isn’t  something  he  has  to  share.   They  forget  that  sometimes.           ‘     And  you  overestimate  how  much  I  like  to  use  my  brain.     ’           Hand  carefully  tears  into  the  next  potions  ingredient     :     careful  and  precise,   the  perfect  size  each  time  because  while  Marcus  might  not  like  to  use  his  brain,   that  doesn’t  mean  it’s  useless.   The  smarts  are  there.   Always  have  been.   If  only  they  cared  enough  to  actually  do  something  with  them.           ‘     How  much  did  we  use  last  time?      ’               Head  nods  towards  the  notes  they    (   probably  mostly  her   )    take  each  time,  assuming  there’ll  be  an  answer  scribbled  on  parchment.

The dig isn’t half as painful as it might be from other people. As if Rhea would ever expect Marcus Flint to brag about time spent with her--a mudblood, a once-rising star now long-since crashed to earth. No, they hardly think anything of that, if anything it’s nicer than some of the shit they threw back and forth at each other in school. Still, they scoff right back. “I meant potential bragging rights if this ever actually fucking works, but sure, however you want to try to insult me, Flint. Good on you.” A roll of dark eyes follows, leaning forward, elbows on the table. She props her cheeks up on her hands and looks him over. “It’s really a fucking shame, you know. That your ambition is so fucking limited.” Not, in all fairness, that she has any room or right to speak on the topic. Nor that he requested it. But the opinion comes anyway, unfettered and unfiltered by any ideas of affection. That has never once been a factor. So instead of furthering the dig, Rhea reads off the portion sizes from before and picks up a quill, ready to jot down this round of updated ingredients. 

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❛  remind  me  what  i’m  getting  out  of  this  again ?  ❜ -- marcus flint ( @hoggleswart​ ) 

Rhea turns to look at him, expression forcefully blank. Working with him on this particular little project has been one of the most difficult things she’s ever tried to do, at the very least insofar as they mix like oil and water and sometimes it feels like absolutely nothing is ever getting done. ( It helps absolutely nothing that she feels constantly like she’s on a tight deadline and he doesn’t seem to care either way if the work gets done in time. She wants to scream. ) There is a concentrated effort made to keep their tone as neutral as their expression, unwilling to feed into his ego and aware enough that getting sharp with him may backfire. Still, an eyebrow quirks. “Bragging rights, maybe? Or the chance to use that great big brain of yours?” 

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☎ - my muse first contacts in a emergency

Let it be known that all of the answers to this question are in place as a “hopefully this is never needed” kind of deal. The first is, of course, her mother. Though she’s ill and Rhea’s doing almost all of the work in taking care of her, it is still their mother that would be first on the list to be notified. She is, in fact, the only ICE number listed explicitly in Rhea’s phone. The second on the list is Oliver, and she’s left special instructions with her mother for how to get a notice to him if something awful ever happened to her. 

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qviddiitch​:

in oliver’s defense, he is making an effort to focus on what rhea is saying, or rather, what she’s trying to say. but that doesn’t mean he’s retaining any of it. maybe it’s the alcohol, or maybe, it’s just his all around oblivious nature. either way- he’s left feeling very confused, his eyebrows still furrowed together as he listens to what rhea is saying. “i like having you around, too,” he nodded, a smile quickly spreading across his face as the pieces finally started falling into place.  “do you want to put more thought into it?” he questioned, his eyebrows once again furrowing as he thought about what rhea had said. he’d never put more thought into it, either, but he would be the first to admit that it made sense. he had always liked being with rhea. 

To be honest, she’s not sure how to answer that. On the one hand, it’s safer this way. Safer to keep him at arm’s length like he’s been and pretend that she doesn’t feel the way she does and not put herself in the oh-so-vulnerable position of having feelings for someone again. There’s security in staying where she’s familiar. On the other hand, there’s something there between them. Something that feels bright and new and special. It deserves to be named, at least, if not nurtured. If not tested. If not acted on. “I um...” She kicks at the cobblestone beneath her feet with a scuffed shoe, lips pursed and too-long sleeve twisted tightly around her grip. “Maybe? I think there might could be something to it, but I also get that we have a good thing going right now and maybe it’d be better if we didn’t?” She’s not sure why the statement became a question, but it did. Dark eyes flit up to his face, gauging reaction. “Am I just being stupid about all this, do  you think?” 

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qviddiitch​:

oliver’s eyebrows furrowed together as they came to a halt, he’d never been good when it came to listening - countless professors and his mother would be able to confirm as much. but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t try, he cocked his head to the side as he looked at his friend. “right, uh, go ahead,” he laughed as he shoved his hands into his pockets. rhea’s nervous energy seemed to be contagious. 

“Right. Um...” The easiest part is out of the way and now Rhea’s not sure how to continue. There’s words to be said, of course, there’s a feeling to communicate but the words seem to get lost somewhere between their brain and their mouth. Like there’s a blockage in the way and everything’s piling up behind it, waiting for it to break down before the truth comes spilling out. “I just um...” Her eyes fall down to her hands, fingers twisting in knots around each other. “I guess I’ve just been thinking about like... how long we’ve known each other, y’know. And um...” Anywhere but him, their eyes dance in every direction but his, following the ground beneath their feet, the walls of the buildings around them. “You’ve always been around, I suppose, and I really appreciate that, right? But I’ve never put much thought into... more? I’m not making any sense... sorry. Um...”

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location: diagon alley, on the way out of the leaky cauldron status: closed for @qviddiitch​

“So actually, um, listen...” Rhea clears her throat awkwardly, slowing to a stop as she adjusts the strap of her bag over her shoulder. They’ve been hanging out a while, talking shop (read: quidditch) and just generally enjoying each other’s company. It’s become common place, really, the casual and almost careless way that they operate around each other. Friendship that’s lasted as long as theirs tends to fall into that category somewhere along the line: comfortable, perhaps taken for granted. Finally realizing she’s stopped, Rhea hurries back into motion, meeting Oliver where he is and laughing uncomfortably.  “I’ve sort of been wanting to talk to you about something... if that’s alright. Nothing’s wrong or anything, I just um, I dunno, I guess I’ve had something on my mind and I just wanna... let you know. Or whatever.” 

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ℌ𝔬𝔤𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔰 𝔄𝔩𝔲𝔪 𝔊𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔰 𝔘𝔭 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔊𝔬𝔩𝔡

Many who keep tabs on the Quidditch world between seasons have been made aware of a reportedly excellent crop of up-and-coming’s set to debut on the professional pitch this coming season. One such potential star was Hogwarts alum Rhea Holiday (18, pictured above), who reportedly declined an offer to join the Montrose Magpies for the upcoming season officially as of yesterday. Little is known as to her reasons for refusing, but rumors are spiraling, especially considering her enthusiastic claims of “taking anything she can get” just a mere a few months ago. We reached out to the former Hufflepuff for an updated quote, but have not received any comment. Other notable rising stars for the upcoming season include Holiday’s classmates, Oliver Wood (signed with Puddlemere United) and Marcus Flint (signed with Falmouth Falcons), who are both expected to be excellent additions to their teams. While it’s difficult to say whether Miss Holiday’s presence will be missed, it has certainly piqued the interest of many. If this was some kind of publicity stunt, she may just be onto something. 

prompt:  every application mentions how the narrator, whoever they are, has read a daily prophet article on your character, once. for some, it's kinda clear the sort of article the prophet might have chosen to write - after all, rita skeeter loved to publish gossip about hermione granger's conquests & some of these muses are criminals who probably had newspaper published bounties on their heads. for this prompt, all you're asked to do is to write the singular ( or one of presumably multiple ) article once published about your character. it can be headline worthy news or something that was just a footnote in the prophet - it's up to you ! 

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monstrovs​:

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄:   why do you look like that? 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐁𝐘:  @anxtherhxliday​  ! ​​​​​

“‘got hit.” he honestly felt like that much went without saying ( one eye was already swollen shut, the deep red of fresh bruising forming an uneven ring around it, crusted blood from his mangled nose still visible across his chin ), but if rhea wanted it to be spelled out for her, niko was more than happy to oblige. busted knuckles made the already arduous task of rolling his own cigarette ten times worse, and niko is entirely focused on making sure the persistent tremor in his hands does not spell disaster for his remaining tobacco - he really has no idea how jarring he might look in the middle of the hogwarts courtyard, especially during a memorial. “’you have a light?”

Maybe she should be surprised by, like, any piece of the puzzle. But she isn’t. Niko getting hit just seemed par for the course at this point, even at a memorial. For all the formal expectations he must have been raised with, Rhea often feels like he has all the decorum of a barn animal. It’s not something she’d ever bothered putting into words--for one, it felt rude, and for another, it seemed unnecessary. Working together didn’t make them friends, and there was no reason to get into his manners on her fucking account. And the light thing--quietly, Rhea produces her wand and produces a small flame, extending it in his direction. There’s a fraction of a moment where she thinks to offer to finish rolling the cigarette for him, but there’s no follow through. At least she’s half-smiling when she asks, “Did you deserve it?” 

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what was the final straw in your relationship with oliver?

"I'm not sure what you mean. He's probably my closest friend these days, so if you're implying that things are off between us... they're not?" One shoulder rises in a half-shrug. "If you mean it in a... 'things are changing' kind of way, then... you know how sometimes you look at someone and realize that they've always kind of been there, you just weren't looking at them correctly? It's kind of like that. I'm not really sure if anything will come of it, but there's no harm in giving it a shot, right?"

honesty hour -- currently accepting !!

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We’d best not waste the light Rhea E. Holiday 29 years old

accepting:

heights, honesty hour, & euphoria dialogue prompts!

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hoggleswart​:

Appearance  becomes  more  dishevelled  as  the  day  carries  on.   What  had  started  as  a  surprisingly  impressive  outfit  is  slowly  beginning  to  discard  itself  around  the  stall.   Hand  puppet  has  been  well - positioned  on  the  edge  of  an  empty  barrel,   legs  dangling  over  the  edge  with  a  tiny,  while  jester’s  hat  now  sits  ‘pon  his  dog’s  head  instead.   The  labrador  sits  loyally  by  Seamus’  feet,  tail  wagging  happily,  apparently  unphased  by  their  new  attire.   If  anything,  they  looked  proud  to  be  a  part  of  it  all  or  at  least,  Shae  thought  so.   That’s  possibly  the  mead  talking.   The  sight  of  a  familiar  face  brings  a  grin  to  slightly - flushed  features  and  he  lifts  a  tankard  almost  instantly  to  inspect.          ‘     You  know,  now  that  ye  mention  it,  I  could’a  sworn  I  saw  Rhea  on  the  bottom  o’  one  earlier.     ’          And  just  like  that,  he’s  reaching  for  the  marker  pen  he’s  been  using  to  tally  sales    (   very  half - muggle  of  him,  he  knows   )    to  scribble  her  name  on  the  bottom.   A  little  souvenir,  just  for  her.          ‘     Feckin’  Fergus.     ’          Personalised  tankard  is  filled  to  the  brim  with  a  nice  Sourwood  flavour  before  passing  it  over  the  counter  to  Rhea.          ‘     Jokes  on  him.   I  still  look  bloody  brilliant.     ’          Once  again,  that’s  possibly  the  mead  talking.

The wonderful thing about Seamus, Rhea’s found, is that there’s rarely any awkward pauses or prolonged moments of tension. It doesn’t matter how long it’s been since they took up each other’s company, the two of them simply fall back into step together and move forward. No worries, no complications, just some laughs and good conversation. Frankly, they’re deeply and fundamentally glad for that friendship. It helps to take the tension off sometimes. Stooping down for just a moment to pet the pup’s head, Rhea’s grin widens. Any dog deserved a bit of attention at really any given time, but especially on a day like this, when everything’s looking sunny and the surroundings are as busy and loud and fun. She can’t help but give the sweet thing a bit of love. Eventually she raises from her crouch to take a swig from the mug, lifting the personalized tankard to her lips and taking a long sip. It’s refreshing, the day, the conversation, the Sourwood. “Remind me to send him flowers as a thanks. This’s done wonders for my mood.” It’s provided with a chuckle, and Rhea leans her weight back on her right leg. “Honestly, only you could pull it off.” 

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chacswins​:

“I would know, hm?” He says once the recognition finally comes to him. He smirks as he screws the lid back on to one of his jars. “You would be surprised, then. I’ve helped with four so far, less than I thought but far more than I would like.”

“Well I wouldn’t say that.” Rhea laughs, leaning her weight on her right leg. “You weren’t so bad last time I saw you, just going on about elephants.” Four seems simultaneously both really high and really low given their surroundings. High because... well, who in their right mind gets hurt at a Ren faire? But low because, frankly, people are idiots. “Everyone turn out alright?” 

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impuriities​:

“and i wouldn’t be so quick to make that call. you’d be surprised the magic i can do with a few of our freshly grown flowers,” she wiggles one of them in rhea’s direction, coming off almost cheeky ( & definitely a bit overconfident ), though it’s all so much better than the alternative. hande’s just glad to have something to focus on other than what can only ever drag her down. hero might be too strong a word to put on rhea, but it’s certainly a relief to have someone to direct all her energy towards and be cheery for - left alone to her own devices, who knew where she might’ve ended up. “well met, rhea. i’m hande,” she uses her free hand to clasp the one offered to her and then dismisses her concerns with a simple, “i don’t see anyone else appreciating how pretty it all is - or waiting in line. don’t make me beg you to sit and give me something to do.” 

“How could anyone resist?” Rhea lets out a soft laugh, taking a few steps forward at the urging of their new acquaintance. She seems quite sweet, at least in their opinion, and funny as well, which is certainly an added bonus. Besides, it’s not every day that someone offers to braid flower into your hair, and who are they to deny someone her desires? "Pleasure to meet you, Hande. You have a beautiful name.” Perhaps a bit in earnest, Rhea takes a seat in front of her new acquaintance, back turned to her. It feels rude, really, but it’d be sort of hard to go about this any other way. Clearing her throat, she continues. “I’d never deign to make a lady beg, I assure you. Certainly not one as beautiful as you.”