nine in the afternoon

brinley opal rivers seventeen, astronomy student, ravenclaw alumni seek to be worth knowing rather than be well known.

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kiandthetremletts:

Kian was beyond ready for the lightning to hit Gringotts, and when it didn’t, when Diagon Alley went dark, he joined everyone in their panic. It took a second to settle in, but soon he was hurrying around. His first instinct was to look for any familiar face, one of his siblings or his friends. The last time something crazy happened, he was safely at home with Lydia. Now, everyone was scattered and he hated it. There were flashes of silver here and there, and he could hear the casting of spells. As his mind raced, he was looking anywhere but directly in front of himself and ran right into someone. “What the hell- sorry, you okay? Why’re you just standing there? D’you have any idea what’s goin’ on?”

Brinley was standing - completely frozen - facing Gringotts as if she were completely hypnotized by it. People screamed and ran around her and she couldn’t move. Like a deer in the headlights, she seemed oblivious to everything around her until suddenly somebody slammed directly into her. Skittering to catch her balance, she turned to the familiar face, snapping out of her trance, “Kian? Kian! Thank god you’re okay,” she gasped, reaching for his hand and giving it a tight squeeze. “It’s so good to see you.”

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hisroyal-hotness:

“Mm, probably. Or a leash,” Dylan offered, looking at her. He shrugged, “Then again, I’m probably not the best person to be telling someone else to get their boyfriend a leash.”

“Dylan, you’re a genius -- matching boyfriend leashes. Get ready because that’s what I’m getting you for your birthday, bud.”

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connorjacobx:

“If by fun you mean whatever you’re doing, then nah. Not my cup of tea. Stick to my tequila, thanks. Probably not smart to mix it with your stuff though.”

“My stuff? What stuff? I’m not even drunk yet,” Brinley replied, looking at him with a puzzled expression, “For the love of Merlin, how drunk are you right now?”

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margot-carrow:

“Oh, definitely. The twenties were such a beautiful time.”

“I don’t think I could wear this flapper dress every day though, could you?”

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victoire-weaslette:

“I chose to study the stars instead of dancing under them,” Victoire replied, cringing slightly as the music changed and people started to move once more.

“I mean I never properly learned how to dance but I can still bust a move! I’d say dancing’s pretty easy. When you’re drunk at least.”

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hisroyal-hotness:

“Ouch. Haven’t seen your boyfriend since you got here? You should hit him for that one,” he smirked. “Eh, Ri’s around here somewhere. I always tend to lose him at parties because someone ends up dragging him off.”

“Eh its whatever,” Brinley shrugged at Dylan’s suggestion. “I lose him everywhere. I should’ve gotten him a bloody cowbell for Christmas, shouldn’t I have?”

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victoire-weaslette:

“Yeah, right? I’m not really impressed with this dancing though.”

“Unfortunately not many people here know how to dance like they did in the 20′s. Do you?”

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connorjacobx:

“Are you, like, on something? You’re way more excitable than usual.”

“Are you the grumpy police or something? Stop trying to kill my vibe, Con, seriously. Don’t you know how to have fun?”

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margot-carrow:

“Maybe we have been taken back to the twenties. I mean everything does look amazing.”

“Do you wish we were? Because I sort of do.”

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hisroyal-hotness:

“At least you agree with me,” he smirked. “So, did you convince Westenberg to come with you. Because it should be a crime to leave girl looking like you alone on New Years.”

“If you see him let me know, because I wouldn’t be surprised if he bailed next minute,” Brinley replied with a slight shrug, rolling her eyes briefly at his compliment. He hadn’t changed much from their Hogwarts days. “And you? What are you doing here standing all on your lonesome? Should you be with your fiancé?”

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“These decorations are blowing my mind! Everything looks amazing. Are we sure they didn’t use a time turner on us and actually take us back to the 20′s?”

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victoire-weaslette:

“This is actually quite nice.” 

“It is, isn’t it? I’m quite enjoying this 20′s music.”

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hisroyal-hotness:

“I should have been born in the 1920′s. Well, no. Because I’d be dead right now, but damn, I would have looked good.”

“Oh please, Dylan. You could pull off every decade any you know it.”

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damianpucey:

“I must admit, dressing up was not fun,” he grumbled, messing with his bowler hat.

“Oh come on, it’s not too bad! Besides, you look totally dapper!”

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connorjacobx:

“The guy I thought was my dad wasn’t even my dad. Just some guy my mum married because she had to.” He said with a short, humorless laugh. “I haven’t really talked to him yet, no. Not since, you know, before I found out. I don’t even know if he knows.”

Connor swallowed, looking at her. “I told him I didn’t need him. I mean, yeah, it was before I found out but still… and then my mum comes at me with this you don’t have to have a relationship with him at all shit and I just don’t know what to do.”

Brinley wasn’t sure what to say. She could only imagine what Connor was going through. She wondered how long he had known about this and hadn’t talked about it with anyone. Sure she probably wasn’t the first to know, but he had most likely kept it to himself for a while at first. It must’ve been hard. “How... how did you find out?

“I mean... maybe she was trying to be supportive?” Brinley shrugged. “But he’s your father, Connor. You should at least talk to him about it. Whatever happens, I’m here for you. So is Kian, so is Margot and so are a lot of other people. We’re all here for you. So whether it turns out well or not, I think you should give it a try.”

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mason-graves:

“The worst that can happen? So much can happen. I don’t bake.” This was such a bad idea. He’d never made a thing for himself, not without magic. “Fine. Be ready for the worst cookies ever made.”

“I was hoping for some more holiday spirit on your part, but I’ll take what I can get,” Brinley shrugged. “You can start by getting some butter and eggs out of the fridge. I’ll go grab the sugar and flour,” she suggested, making her way over to the cupboard.

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ayana-shacklebolt:

Ayana smiled at the prospect, “Honestly that sounds a lot more fun than whatever I would do at home.” She laughed. “What happens at Ashworth over break? Do a lot of people just go home?” She’d heard about the school, obviously, but not much about the student laugh.

“I mean a lot of people went home. I don’t plan on going home for Christmas this year, so I’ll be around. Therefore, I’m down to take up your offer. We can even decorate gingerbread houses! I made one look like the Millennium Falcon one year.”