pretty / reckless

alessandra mcnair / fifth year / slytherin clever as the devil and twice as pretty

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“Well - I never said that it was FUN to watch my own house lose. Personally, that’s a destruction I would prefer never to see again. I was just saying that I’m glad we’re back in the Quidditch season again. Quidditch games in general? FUN. Plus, one team completely annihilating the other? You have to admit that’s kind of entertaining. Even though I do feel bad.”

[archivealexandra]

“hey,  i  get  it.  it  was  fun  watching  out  house  get  their  arses  kicked  by  the  boys.”  ever  since  they  started  going  to  the  marauders  parties, alessandra  had  been  secretly  rooting  for  the  gryffindor.  before  this  year,  she  had  never  paid  much  attention  to  the  games.  there  was  always  someone  else  holding  her  attention  during  the  matches.  she  actually  watched  the  first  match  and  was  surprisingly  kind  of  into  it.  and  she  knew  why  sera  was  a  quidditch  fan.  “have  you  picked  a  quidditch  captain  to  marry  yet?  diggory’s  looking  better  than  ever  this  year,”  she  teased,  nudging  her  best  friend  with  her  shoulder.  “serefina  diggory  does  have  a  nice  ring  to  it.”

[lucyxtalks]

The great hall was alive with the sounds of dinner, Lucinda could hear bits and pieces of conversations floating through the air as she pushed around the potatoes on her plate. It had been a long day and she was immensely glad that her classes had finally come to an end, she was decidedly not thinking about all the assignments that she defiantly needed to work on. She looked up at the faces of her housemates as they chatted and ate. She smiled leaning over Alessa “do you think if I jink myself so that my feet become a million pounds and I can’t move from this seat professor Dhawan will let me turn in my paper on vampire bats on Monday instead of tomorrow?” she sighed wishing she had far more time in her night. 

@alessas​

[archivealexandra]

eyes  flitted  between  the  two  greengrasses,  one  sitting  next  to  her  and  one  sitting  halfway  down  the  table,  but  she  was  pulled  out  of  her  thoughts  when  her  friend  spoke  up  and  she  chuckled  slightly,  spreading  butter  on  a  piece  of  warm  bread.  “it  doesn’t  hurt  to  try,  i  guess,  but  i  think  dhawan  would  see  right  through  your  shenanigans.  if  you  do  give  it  a  try,  you  should  let  me  do  the  honors.  i’ve  always  wanted  to  curse  someone  and  never  got  the  chance.”  wiggling  her  eyebrows  playfully,  she  took  a  bite  of  her  bread  and  tilted  her  head  towards  her  friend  again.  “can’t  you  finish  the  paper  tonight?”

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black--daffodil​:

“I don’t remember making that deal” she said putting down the Transfiguration book she had been reading for class, “And besides I hadn’t seen you at a moment when it was appropriate to talk about.” She stopped herself when she realised that Alessa asking this meant that she knew about she kissing Lucius even though she had been somewhat certain no one had seen “Wait, how do you know?”

alessa  chuckled  under  her  breath,  quirking  one  eyebrow.  “it  was  actually  in  the  best friend  contract  from  first  year,  you know.  the  one  we  signed  in  blood,”  she  teased,  crinkling  her  nose.  she  may  not  have  made  an  unbreakable  vow  with  narcissa  like  she  did  with  andromeda,  but  there  was  an  unspoken  vow  between  them.  they  told  each  other  everything.  alessa  had  her  secrets,  but  with  the  unbreakable  vow  she  literally  couldn’t  say  anything,  and  in  her  mind  that  made  it  okay.  a  smirk  grew  on  her  lips  as  realization  took  over  cissa’s  features,  and  she  snorted.  “you  guys  weren’t  exactly  the  king  and  queen  of  subtlety.  i  saw  you  snogging  as  i  was  headed  to  bed.” 

[museinspo]

“Are we just friends if it’s your breath on my neck late at night or if it’s our laced fingers beneath your covers? How tightly do we need to be pressed against each other before you admit that you aren’t doing this for warmth? How many times does your thumb need to brush my lips before we realize that we’ve gone too far?”

— tara love / this. this is too far. (via ink-and-oceans)

[dear-science]

Mermaid ⚓️

ph. Richard Eri

[archivealexandra]

catching  ash’s  attention  was  the  easy  part.  convincing  him  to  follow  her  took  some  work,  only  because  she  had  never  tried  to  lure  him  away  from  the  common  room  before.  it  took  a  little  work  on  her  part  ( and  a  lot  of  flirting )  until  he  finally  got  the  hint.  once  she  slipped  out  of  the  common  room,  she  could  only  hope  that  he  would  follow  her  all  the  way  to  the  seventh  floor  of  the  castle  without  making  it  obvious.  she  waited  outside  of  the  room  of  requirement,  back  pressed  against  the  wall,  leg  bouncing  in  anticipation  ( and  nerves  about  what  she  was  about  to  do )  until  she  finally  saw  him   —  and  she  had  to  resist  the  urge  to  push  off  the  wall  and  kiss  him  right  there  where  anyone  could  see  them.  “hey,”  she  said  in  a  simple  greeting,  biting  down  on  her  bottom  lip  so  he  couldn’t  make  out  how  giddy  she  was.  “wait  there,”  she  instructed,  before  pacing  back  and  forth  passed  the  ‘wall’  three  times,  hoping  that  this  worked.  with  one  eye  closed  and  her  features  scrunched  up  slightly,  she  turned  back  to  the  wall  just  in  time  to  see  the  door  appear.  then  she  turned  to  look  at  ash  over  her  shoulder.  “do  you  trust  me?”  she  asked,  reaching  out  a  hand  for  him  to  take. @silverashed​

[archivealexandra]

serefina  and  narcissa  were  both  alessa’s  best  friends,  but  due  to  recent  events,  there  were  some  things  she  couldn’t  talk  to  sera  about,  but  cissa  knew  all  her  dirty  little  secrets.  apparently  she  didn’t  know  all  of  narcissa’s  though  and  she  had  been  dying  to  get  her  bestie  alone  since  she  saw  the  ciss  and  lucius  freaking  malfoy  snogging  in  the  common  room  after  the  halloween  party.  "i  thought  we  had  a  deal,  black.  we  always  kiss  and  tell.  i  want  all  the  details,”  she  demanded,  sitting  on  the  edge  of  narcissa’s  bed  with  one  leg  folded  under  her  body. @black--daffodil​

[padfoot-chaos]

Where: Gryffindor Common Room

When: Post-Quidditch Party

Who: Anyone

“Alright you beautiful bastards, listen up.” Sirius’s voice magically amplified as he got up onto the coffee table, drink in one hand and his other arm tucked neatly away in a sling, courtesy of Regulus. One broken wrist, a slight concussion and one afternoon spent in the hospital wing later, he’d finally been able to join the celebrations. “I’m not sure how they managed to pull it off without their best beater, but we fucking won. So in honour of putting the Snakes in their place, there’s a lot of firewhiskey over there by the table – of-age wizards and witches only, thank you very much – so let’s celebrate, Gryffindor style. Oh– and ladies, I’m not sure if you saw my fall, but I’ll be over there if you’d like to try and make me feel better.” The room cheered and he was grinning as he hopped down off the table, heading right for the firewhiskey stash he spoke of where he discovered that he wasn’t alone. “Good speech, right? Think I’ve got a talent for it.” 

[archivealexandra]

alessandra  may  have  been  a  slytherin  through  and  through,  but  when  it came  to  quidditch,  she  couldn’t  help  but  help  but  secretly  root  for  gryffindor  this  year,  even  though  scarlet  would  kill  her  if  she  found  out.  she  wasn’t  necessarily  rooting  for  the  whole  gryffindor  team  anyway,  she  was  rooting  for  two  of  the  players  —  captain  james  potter  and  his  right  hand  man  sirius  black...  but  she  could  still  poke  fun  at  the  latter  for  his  unfortunate  accident  on  the  pitch.  “oh,  yeah.  definitely  better  than  your  quidditch  talent,”  she  teased,  probably  too  soon  but  whatever.  it  was  all  in  good  fun.  she  nudged  his  good  arm  with  her  elbow,  gesturing  towards  the  sling.  “bloody hell. what’s  the  damage?  you  gonna  survive?  i’m  sure  any  of  your  fan  club  members  here  would  volunteer  to  play  nurse  for  you.  might  even  kiss  your  boo boo  if  you  give  them  that  famous  smirk  of  yours.”

[silverashed]

WHO: @alessas​ WHERE: The Halloween Party

Ash had been stealing glances at Alessandra from the moment they both stepped into the same room. Of course he had. The glances were like wishful, defunct portkeys–– his mind was with her, but physically an entire party separated them. He couldn’t be with her, not right now. It wasn’t a hushed conversation in between bookcases in the library, or a serendipitous meeting in the same empty classroom at the same time on the same day, or even a treacherously soft moment stolen and kept hidden between drawn bed curtains. They were in public, and when they were in public they weren’t Ash and Alessa. When they were in public, he was Serefina’s brother, and she was Serefina’s best friend. When they were in public, the only conversations they could hold were the silent communications of a raised brow or a half-smile, caught and tossed back and forth over the heads of everyone else, unaware.

                               … 

             But of course, it would be RUDE of him if he didn’t compliment her on her costume, wouldn’t it? That was the flimsy excuse he’d repeated to himself over and over, up until the moment he’d sidled up next to her at the refreshments table, busying himself with pouring out a glass of blood-red punch and pointedly not looking in the direction of the angel by his side..  “….If I asked you, IF IT HURT –––– would you hex me?” Ash murmured, wry smirk tugging at the edges of his lips.

[archivealexandra]

Alessa would be lying if she said her eyes didn’t immediately seek Ash’s, from the moment she walked into the Great Hall. She wanted to see his costume, of course, but she also selfishly wanted him to see her. She prided herself in her wardrobe, and Halloween was usually a chance to have fun and show off her very extra fashion sense. This year, she decided to tone it down. Her costume wasn’t much of a costume at all, it wasn’t campy or over the top like the other girls in her dorm. No glitz, no glamour, no smoke and mirrors.

Instead, she was wearing a simple ivory dress she had seen in a shop at Hogsmeade and fell in love with. She sacrificed a few inches by opting out of her usual heels and wearing a pair of sandals that matched the golden tips of her wings.

She wasn’t trying to impress anyone... except the one person that stayed at a very calculated distance across the room all night... until he didn’t.

Like a sixth sense, she could feel him before she saw him, like the magic running through her veins was reaching out, trying to touch the magic in his.

He spoke and the sound that escaped her lips was inhuman, something between a giggle and a squeak. She dropped her chin to her chest, fighting the traitorous grin threatening to spread across her lips. “I might,” she replied when she was finally able to speak without breaking out in a fit of giggles. She didn’t need to look at him to know that he was wearing more tweed than anyone person should ever wear and a pair of glasses that were really working for him. She had been sneaking glances his way all night.

She did watch his hands as he poured a glass of punch though, and debated telling him about the vile she had just poured into it. That would give a lot away that she wasn’t ready to share yet though, so she kept her mouth shut... about the vile. She couldn’t help but quipping back with, “Nice glasses. You supposed to wear a costume, nerd.” –and she couldn’t help it anymore, she turned to look his way to see his reaction.

[archivealexandra]

ALESSA MACNAIR as AN ANGEL

with gold dipped feather wings

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black--daffodil​:

“I really think some people forget their place way too often in this school” She said as she watched the other girls leave, Narcssa then looked at Alessa and tilted her head “But more importantly what are you wearing…are you sick?” She asked lowering her voice a tad, because that surely was the only reason why her friend would be wearing what she was wearing. Something that Narcissa wouldn’t be wearing even in a nightmare, since she always had to look perfect and sure she would pull it off but still. “Of course she doesn’t” She said chuckling and sighed “But you’re right we haven’t…you have been hidding.”

It was actually impressive, the power Narcissa had at the castle. All three of the sisters, really. The Blacks were like royalty, and the Macnair’s could only dream of holding such power in the wizarding world. She opened her mouth, only to close it again. She almost took offense, pausing to look down at her outfit, but shrugged it off with a smirk. “Nope,” she replied, popping the ‘p.’ She didn’t think her outfit was that bad, and technically it followed the ‘different outfit every rule’ she set for herself first year... and it was comfy. The accusations kept flying though and Alessa exhaled through her nose before replying. “I haven’t been hiding. I’ve been... busy. With you-know-who.” A smile threatened to spread over her features but she swallowed it down. “What’d I miss?”

[archivealexandra]

Alessa had a late night, and didn’t get as much sleep as she would have liked, but she wasn’t upset about it... even if she woke up late, for the first time in five years, and didn’t have proper time to get ready in the morning. Yep, Alessandra, who wore a different outfit every single day for five years wore a new outfit again, at least that was on brand... except, she was wearing a pair of green plaid pants she borrowed from one of the girls, with a heather grey henley. Her makeup was minimalist, and her hair was pulled back loosely in a messy ponytail and... she was comfortable. She didn’t care. She also didn’t care about whatever the hell the fourth year girls were going on about but she smiled and nodded along as they spoke, until finally they took the hint and scurried away, leaving her alone with her best friend. Finally. “I thought they’d never leave,” she huffed, turning her full attention over to Narcissa. “Okay what’s the latest gossip, Rita has nothing on you, like ever, and I feel like I haven’t talked to you in 84 years.”

@black--daffodil​

[archivealexandra]

saskiaxparkinson​:

saskia, ever so observant, followed alessa’s gaze. “i had a goblet of pumpkin juice and some carrots so i’m full,” saskia told her. flipping her hair, saskia put all her attention on alessandra. “don’t think i didn’t see you look over at a certain greengrass. what’s the deal there?” she raised an eyebrow expectantly. saskia wasn’t known to keep herself out of others business and she didn’t care – she wanted to know everything that was going on, mainly within slytherin house, but didn’t object to hearing any sort of gossip.  

@alessas​

“Carrots and pumpkin juice,” she repeated, eyebrows raised. “Doesn’t sound like a meal to me, but suit yourself,” she replied, eyeing all of the choices in front of them. She definitely didn’t want rabbit food. Her eyes widened before narrowing as she looked at her friend. “He’s in my seat,” she answered, which wasn’t untrue but... not why she was looking. Saskia may have been someone she considered a friend, but she wasn’t entirely convinced that she wouldn’t go repeat anything she said to Sera. She only entrusted Narcissa and Andromeda with that information, and she was having second thoughts about that too. “Are you sure you don’t want a pastry?” she asked, reaching for a croissant.

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serefinas​:

Sera let out a sigh of relief, reaching out to grab her friend’s hand and squeeze it gently before bringing her own back to her lap. “No - no I need to apologize for him - I’m sure that he hasn’t. Drunk or not - Ash knows better.” Her brow furrowed slightly as Alessa suggested she not be mad at her brother. “I don’t know that I’m mad at him… disappointed maybe. That’s cliche - I know. I just wish… he can be careless sometimes and neither your nor my feeling should have been a part of his GAME. I thought he was better than that. I thought he cared about me more than that.” She sighed, settling back into the pillows behind her. “I don’t even know how to be around him - I don’t know that I want to. I mean - I DO. But I’m still upset with him. How do you reconcile that?” she asked, eyes flicking up to Alessa’s. “I don’t want to just forgive him - I want him to know he hurt me. I’ve never actually been mad at him before, It feels foreign. Like I’m mad at myself.”

She smiled at her friend. “Nothing to forgive.” She brought her knees up, feet flat on the bed. “I was shitty. I just - I thought you were sneaking around behind my back - which is stupid, I know. I just got upset in the heat of the moment. I felt like I couldn’t trust you. Or Ash. And you two are probably the only people I DO trust - completely.” Sera shook her head. “Regardless, I shouldn’t have said those things. I didn’t mean them but that doesn’t make them okay.”

Merlin, what had Alessandra got herself into with the Greengrass siblings? Serefina should have had her undying love and loyalty after five years of friendship. “Ash is an adult,” she reminded her friend, and herself at the same time. He was older, she knew that, but she didn’t want to think about what would happen after his seventh year. Not that anything would happen. Not that anything was happening. This was all very confusing. Her bottom lip jut out ever so briefly in a small pout but she bit down on it when she realized what she was doing. “Disappointed is worse than mad,” she pointed out. Alessa could live with Walden being mad at her, though that had never happened. She couldn’t handle him ever being disappointed in her.

She looked away when Sera mentioned feelings because Alessa was feeling all kinds of things. Her gaze lowered to her hands in her own lap. “I don’t think–” she paused, thinking over her words carefully. She looked at the blonde before continuing. “He didn’t do anything to intentionally hurt you, Ser. He just got– I don’t know, caught up in the moment. We both did.” They got caught up in a lot of moments. Therein laid the issue... “Please don’t be upset. Not with him, not with me. I can’t take it, so I bet he’s having a trouble with it too.” The last thing she wanted to do was come between two people she cared about. “–and don’t be mad at yourself. Your feelings are valid.” Turning her body, she mirrored Serefina’s position, tapping the other girls toes with her own.

Damn. If she didn’t feel bad before, she did now. She wanted to cry, but she couldn’t so she inhaled through her nose instead. Wrapping her arms around her legs, she leaned forward and rested her chin on her knees. “I love you, did you know that? You’re my best friend.”

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liv-rosmerta​:

Liv had been passed by Alessandra when she noticed the telephone in her hand, trying hard to keep her laugh to a small giggle as to not portray she was laughing at the girl. One of the easiest classes she had ever taken at Hogwarts was Muggle studies. Being raised in the Muggle world really had its benefits but it was also one of the reasons she was always happy to help other witches or wizards that didn’t have the experience she did. “It’s called a telephone,” She replied, taking a seat with the Slytherin as she gently grabbed the phone in her hand. “You can call your friends on it. You listen through here,” The blonde pointed to the top. “And you talk through the other end.” She then pointed to the numbers, “Here you can punch the numbers that would let you reach whoever you’re trying to call.”

“A what?” she questioned, looking at the device in her hand and crinkling her nose. Her attention was stolen by the blonde when she grabbed the phone out of her hand. “Right. I still don’t understand why they would need to... call or reach somebody.” She raised her eyebrows, eyeing the object again. “Why wouldn’t they just go to each other’s houses or whatever?” The Macnair’s put so much time and energy into being a perfect pureblood family, and sheltered their kids from muggle novelties, like the... telephone. What a strange word. Alessandra forgot that muggle transportation was so limited. That they didn’t have luxuries like apparating or the floo network that made getting from one place to another as easy as a snap of the fingers. “Muggles are weird,” she muttered under her breath, dragging a hand down her face.

[archivealexandra]

                                      I once jumped into the Black Lake... naked.

It all started with a drunken lie, that turned into a drunken bet, and now here she was, in the middle of November, about to jump into the Black Lake... naked.

She was nervous because of course she was. Not only was she about to plunge deep into freezing water, in the middle of the night, where there were rumoured grindylows and selkies and a giant freaking squid, she was also going to be naked in front of Ash. For the first time. And that was somehow more terrifying than any creature that swam the dark depths.

Staring out into the abyss, she heard a noise– a twig creaking or something, that startled her. The jump was subtle and she hoped he didn’t notice, since the only source of light was the moon shining bright in the night sky. “I thought you were chickening out,” she teased, smirking through her nerves as she stepped toward the tall figure emerging from the shadows.

@silverashed​

[archivealexandra]

silverashed​:

A hand grips her thigh, gently adjusting it just so, enough to leave him room to shift his hips away, ensuring that there’d be no surprises from his treacherous body later on. His brain knew she was off-limits, but the rest of him would beg to differ. That hand lingers for a moment, feeling the luxurious difference between the cool fabric of her pajamas and her warm skin… then moves up to settle comfortably against the small of her back. That was an innocent enough place, right? Besides, it was the gentlemanly thing to do–– to ensure she wouldn’t fall off the bed. And if he happened to nudge her the slightest bit closer against him, further on top of him.. well, he could chalk that up to concern for her safety as well. These beds really weren’t made for two people. Ash could feel her eyes on him and felt suddenly glad his head had fallen back against the pillows so that he couldn’t look directly back at her–– something in him knew that if he did, he’d lose just a bit more self-control, something he couldn’t afford to lose more of at the moment. He was already half-naked and in her bed, for Merlin’s sake. “..I’m leaving in a moment, actually,” He mumbles, the pads of his fingers tracing lethargic, nonsensical shapes over her pyjama shirt, against her back. “I’m about to get up… right now,” Ash reaffirms through a yawn, even as he felt his eyelids grow heavy once more, even as he blinked drowsily. “You can sleep, I’ll be quiet when I leave…” And he falls asleep like that, one hand stilling somewhere between her back and her waist, chin tucked down over her head.

His hand on her thigh was hot, sending a jolt of electricity up the back of her neck, all the way down to her toes, spreading goosebumps over her skin, despite the two of them being nestled under a warm blanket. Then the same large hand moved to the small of her back and the two of them were getting awfully cozy in that little bed. Alessa had always hated how narrow their beds were, but was started to appreciate the size. She felt safe, warm and so dang comfortable on top of him, even though there was still a little voice in the back of her mind telling her that they shouldn’t be doing this... any of this. She wasn’t ready for it to end though.

They were so cozy that she didn’t believe him for one second, and a little squeak of a giggle escaped her lips. “Oh yeah?” she challenged, shifting so she could ghost a finger over his chest, drawing shapes on his skin, like he was doing on her back. “Mhm,” she answered in short, barely comprehensible replies as the tiredness started to take over. “Goodnight,” she mumbled when she meant to say goodbye. He wasn’t leaving, and even in her sleepy state she knew that. She drew one last shape, a heart over the organ beating in his chest, then pressed her lips to that same spot, right in the middle of the heart she drew. Then she snuggled in impossibly closer and let her eyes fall closed, drifting into a deep slumber.

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Alessa had her best night’s sleep– probably ever, so she didn’t stir until the hard body underneath her started to shift. “’m not ready to get up yet,” she mumbled through a yawn. Bowing her back to stretch, she sleepily turned her head and opened her eyes to make sure this was real and it wasn’t just a dream. Even as she drifted to sleep, she expected him to be gone when she woke up, and maybe that would have been for the best. This... thing between them was getting messy, especially now that Sera knew about them... or didn’t know about them... "Can we stay in bed forever?” she asked, voice barely a whisper.