Blair Laurent

Gryffindor. Photography. Better than you.

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spitfire [BLASTOR]

[bewitchedblair]

castorbanes:

“There’s nothing wrong with my plays…” He groaned. He snagged the picture out of her hand and stared at it. “Wow, I’m not bad looking when I’m angry.” he said, smirking. He handed it back to her and tilted his head. “Actually, I came here to ask if you had anything in mind for our plays. Clearly you think I can do better.”

“You still look like a dick I don’t see the difference.” Blair said with a shrug. “What did you have?”

[bennettsburrow-blog]

in the library | open

Blake had been at the school for maybe a week so far, but she had already gotten some information that could be helpful to her investigation. Which is why she was sat at a table in the library, further in the corner for more privacy. She’s writing down a list of students she feel may be connected, and notes next to it as to why, all in German, sometimes switching to Swedish. It’s more likely for students at Hogwarts to have French as a second language than German or Swedish. 

She had been in the library for roughly half an hour, still writing down in her notebook when she hears footsteps begin to approach her. Without lifting her head, she closes her notebook, it locking as it closes, and grabbing the notebook she has labeled charms and opening that. 

[bewitchedblair]

Blair had left the common room for a chance to study without Castor complaining about something again. Upon wandering around the library she found the new Gryffindor student and walked over. “Bonjour, mind if I sit?

[bewitchedblair]

Put a tarot card in my inbox and I'll answer the question!

The Fool: What is the stupidest thing your muse has ever done?

The Empress: What would your muse name their children?

Judgement: Would your muse ever go back to their most recent ex-lover?

The World: What has been your muse's greatest success?

The Sun: What was the happiest moment of your muse's life?

Wheel of Fortune: Does your muse believe in luck?

The Hierophant: What is one rule or law your muse would never break?

Strength: Name a time when your muse had to be strong in the face of danger or trouble.

The Star: If your muse had one wish, what would it be?

The Magician: What would your muse draw if given paper and markers?

The Emperor: Name a time your muse has broken the rules.

Death: If your muse had to change something about themselves, what would they change?

The Chariot: If your muse ruled the world, what would they change first?

The High Priestess: What is the smartest thing your muse has ever done?

Temperance: Would your muse remain calm despite the worst circumstances?

The Lovers: At what age did your muse first fall in love?

The Hermit: If your muse were trapped alone on an island, name three things they'd have to have..

The Moon: Has your muse ever had something unexplained happen to them? If so, what?

Justice: What's something your muse has been dying to admit or confess?

The Hanged Man: Name a bad habit your muse can't give up.

The Devil: What was the worst relationship your muse has ever had?

The Tower: What event would trigger your muse's breaking point?

[bewitchedblair]

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spitfire [BLASTOR]

[bewitchedblair]

castorbanes:

He scoffed, she might’ve made it work but the fact of the matter is that it was risky and one slip up could’ve cost them. “That’s not the point, Blair. You can’t just do what you want it throws everyone off.”

“I wouldn’t have had to had you just had a good play.” She sighed. “Is  the only reason you came over here to get mad at me? Don’t you do that enough at practice?” Blair asked and held up the picture in her hand. 

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spitfire [BLASTOR]

[bewitchedblair]

castorbanes:

HIs eyes widened and he took a step toward her. “Flaws? In my play?” He scoffed, “Yeah sure, that was the problem. Not your erratic flying.”

She took a step back from him, “There was nothing wrong with my flying, and had I not have made that move, which, by the way, saved your ass.”

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spitfire [BLASTOR]

[bewitchedblair]

castorbanes:

He made eye contact with her and narrowed his gaze. “I think we need to talk about our behavior at practice.” He said frowning.

She rolled her eyes and sighed, “Look I wouldn’t argue with you if there weren’t flaws in your play.”

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spitfire [BLASTOR]

If there was one thing Castor loved more than anything else it was quidditch. He was fascinated by the dynamic of teams and he was always looking for ways to better the team, the only hindrance was his smallest chaser. The girl figured out ways to get under his skin that only rivaled his most annoying relatives. Their arguments made practices run a little too long and he could tell they bothered the rest of the team. For some reason he couldn’t help but snap back when she rolled her eyes and questioned his judgement. So when he walked into the common room and saw her in all her ‘high and mighty’ glory he couldn’t help but want to poke some fun. “Laurent, got a minute?” He tilted his head in her direction and cocked an eyebrow

[bewitchedblair]

Blair has been sitting in the common room flipping through pictures she had taken when she stopped at one and laughed. She subject in capture was none other than her easily angered, high strung quidditch captain. Which, speaking of the devil, happened to call her name. She sat up and turned to him, “What is it Banes?’

[magickingdomhq-blog]

Dear Blair Laurent (Natalia Dyer, OOC: Adrienne) ,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! Please find enclosed a checklist for everything you need to take note of. Please send an owl with your character’s account/url within 24 hours. You may begin roleplaying after we’ve published your follow.

Blair is a beater for the Gryffindor quidditch team and a member of photography club.

Yours sincerely,

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too school for cool|open

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bewitchedblair:

Blair couldn’t sleep, her life was only a LITTLE stressed. Her band hadn’t met in ages, Lachlan and her had a huge emotional fight and Castor was awol. She was up walking and taking pictures of some things she thought were worthy when she turned the corner and rammed into someone.

This time THEY landed on their ass and she stopped and watched them for a second. “Wait..Elle?” Blair asked after a second. Holding back a cough she croaked out, “What’re you d- are you drunk?”

Elle tries to get up but fell right back onto her butt.

“No,” she hiccups before letting out another string of giggles. Had Blair always been this funny? She gives a dramatic shrug.

 “Maybe. Don’t tell Adrian. He’ll make fun of me or worse he’ll worry or something. Nope. No worrying about me,” she practically sings the last part. She manages to get up on her feet, leaning on the wall for support. She eyes Blair’s camera.

“You should take a picture of mmmeeee,” Elle slurs. She tries to pose, but it looks more like she is trying to hold in pee. 

[bewitchedblair]

Now Blair didn't drink often at all, and she was a small girl, but all 106 pounds of her could contain her alcohol a lot better than what Miss Sinclair was displaying. She figured it might be her brothers, or maybe just the guys schooling. "Don't worry, your prince charmant won't find out." She said while lifting her camera slightly.

"Say cheese." She laughed before clicking the button to catch the picture. "Do you need help getting back to your dorm?"

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too school for cool|open

It is common knowledge that Elle Sinclair does not drink. 

It is less common knowledge that Elle Sinclair should not drink.

Elle’s a horrible lightweight. There is no way around it. She is 115 pounds of intolerance. When she was 12 and Max was 15, he had snuck her out of the castle for a round of butterbeer. He ended up having to carry her back into the castle while she sang the top hits from bad Glee albums at the top of her lungs. Frankly, Elle remembered none of it, but the videos Max laughingly showed her were enough to remind her that she should stay away from alcohol for the benefit and safety of everyone. 

But life was a little harder recently, and Elle’s memory was bogged down with diner orders and lack of sleep. So when Veronica, her wildcat coworker pulled out a bottle of fire whiskey she had found in Gunther’s office and asked if Elle would help her finish it off, all Elle could say was “Pass me a glass.”

Hehe…she hadn’t really used the glass. 

Elle’s heels click against the ground floor of Hogwarts, trying to sneak back into the Slytherin common room. She creeps like a scooby doo characters, eyes wide as she swayed on her feet. In the dark she feels herself collide with someone, forcing her to promptly land on her tight little ass. 

“SHHHHHH!!!” she giggles with a hiccup, giving the person a lazy smile. She puts a wobbly finger to her lips and giggles again. “They’ll hear us!”

[bewitchedblair]

Blair couldn't sleep, her life was only a LITTLE stressed. Her band hadn't met in ages, Lachlan and her had a huge emotional fight and Castor was awol. She was up walking and taking pictures of some things she thought were worthy when she turned the corner and rammed into someone.

This time THEY landed on their ass and she stopped and watched them for a second. "Wait..Elle?" Blair asked after a second. Holding back a cough she croaked out, "What're you d- are you drunk?"

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Stressed Out || Blachlan

Lach sighs, rubbing his eyes. He didn’t remember a time in his life when he felt this tired. Perhaps if he’d actually studied at all before now, he wouldn’t feel this stressed out. With graduation only a few months away, Lach had spent every waking moment recently in the library, studying and actually doing his homework in hopes of securing some sort of future for himself. 

It was late, and the library was closing, which meant Lach had to return to his Common Room and keep working from there. He trudges closer to the stairs, grateful that at least the library wasn’t ridiculously far away from Gryffindor Tower. He stumbles slightly, exhaustion hitting him harder than he’d like, and nearly takes someone else out with him. “Oh shit, sorry,” He mumbles, making a grab for his books.

@bewitchedblair

[bewitchedblair]

That day had been one of those days where she had no motivation to get out of bed and focus on anything other than steady breathing. For the majority of the day she had drifted in and out of sleep and scrolling and editing videos. It was about fifteen minutes before curfew when she realized a certain person hadn’t gone to see her at all. 

So she did what any good, concerned friend would do: manage to get out of bed to look for him. She pulled Castor’s sweatshirt on over her tank and her hair back into a semi-presentable ponytail. Quietly making her way down the stairs and out into the hall right outside of the Common Room when a larger force rammed into her. 

“Just the person I was looking for. Wait- since when do you study?”

[bewitchedblair]

Behind Business || Open

Blair: honestly i'm in the infirmary for like two days

Blair: that's a lie it was like a week

Blair: but anyway- i miss everything!

Blair: catch me up.

[bewitchedblair]

mid-lessson crisis || open

Parker: is there a point to any of these classes?

Parker: It makes no sense that as a musician I'll need to know how to make half of these potions

Blair: considering your options possibly

Blair: if i die five years after hogwarts what use did it do me

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Misery at Best || Blastor

[bewitchedblair]

albanes-nobite:

Castor hummed, looking at the flower and cocked an eyebrow. “And what lyrics would you get from a dead bush?” He asked turning to look at the shorter girl in puzzlement, taken aback for a moment by her haircut. “Your hair looks nice.” He muttered, reaching out and pushing a piece of it out of her face. He then tucked his hands in he pocket of his sweatshirt and debated whether of not he should actually ask her what he’d come over to ask. The annoyingly obvious elephant that was in the room was the fact that his mother now knew who Blair was and was expecting him to bring her home with him for everything. Everything, including her annual Valentine’s ball which was always far too pink for Castor’s taste. He decided to ignore the ball for the time being and focus on what he found much more interesting.

"My love for you had wilted like dying leaves." She crossed her arms and smiled smugly. Her breath hitched in her throat when he brushed her hair back. "T-thank you," she stuttered and tried to hide the blush that was obviously growing on her cheeks. Blair had visited Cas over the break and met his family, and now knew that his mother was a bit..high strung.

"So what've you been up to?"

[bewitchedblair]

Pretty Face || Blachlan

Lach: wait, why do you get bashed???

Lach: I WILL FIGHT THEM

Lach: that would be fun! i would crush him, tho

Blair: yes lach im a girl

Blair: it happens all the time

Blair: oh probably yeah

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Equal Opportunity for Stress| Open

Elle clicked her tongue in annoyance before pursing her glossed lips in concentration. The Gender Equality Club had taken a die the past semester, and it was now up to her to bring it back on its feet. But with Quidditch, Potions Club, prefect duty, Care of Magical Creatures, Slug Club, and SPEW under her belt, it was hardly the first week in and Elle was already tired. She knew she was an overachiever, but you had to be when you were a girl. People didn’t take you seriously if you weren’t always at 110%, and so Elle gave 150% at all times. But right now, as she looked over meeting schedules, approval documents, and fundraising campaigns, Elle wished that she had the ability to just relax. 

And it didn’t help that someone was humming only two desks away from her. 

“Hey!” she called, a glare forming as she scrunched up her brows in annoyance. “Would you mind?”

[bewitchedblair]

She was sitting in the library listening to a bass track she had recorded while flipping through some pictures on her camera. She was making a portfolio for a muggle art magazine and was trying to meet the deadline. 

A voice pulled her out of her trace and she pulled her headphones out. “Sorry princess, didn’t realize I was humming.” Blair laughed. “Would you help me pick between two pictures?”