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if you were there, beware the serpent soul pinchers ! go on girl go on, give us something ( g r u e s o m e ). there's a circle of witches, ambitiously vicious they are. our attempts to remind them of reason won't get us that far. I don't k n o w what it i s that they w a n t but she hasn't got it to give.

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annicagdi:

it had been a slow day at the starry prophesier. so slow, that she was the only person in the little shop. the streets had been nearly empty since the cold moon festival, and annica could only assume it was because they had heard of a werewolf attack. any sane person would stay inside after hearing that rumor. however, annica had convinced herself that coming to work and staying out for a little while would be good for her. she hadn’t slept in her flat since that night – she was afraid to be alone. even if she was lying awake on micah’s couch while he slept in his room, she felt more comfortable. the starry prophesier was her second home, a place where she could practice what she was good at (despite alexei’s comments). nose deep in a mug of dry tea leaves, glasses perched precariously on her nose and eyes squinted tight to see the designs, annica wasn’t exactly prepared for the bell above the door to jingle, alerting her of a patron. startled, the female gasped and dropped the tea cup in her hand. it fell to the wood floor, along with her glasses. thankfully, only the cup broke. “bloody hell! i’m sorry, i wasn’t paying much attention. you gave me quite a fright. you here for a reading, or just to mingle with the only employee on duty?” she quipped with a smirk, before enchanting a broom and dust pan to come sweep up the mess.

briar hadn’t really seen or talked to anyone at much length since the cold moon festival--most everyone had holed themselves up safely in their homes upon hearing of the attack. the forbidden forest was incredibly far away from london, nearly the entire length of great britain, but werewolves were wizards and witches, too. presumably they could apparate when back in human form. or she figured that was the logical conclusion everyone had come to. mostly she didn’t particularly care. why should she hide herself away? the next full moon was weeks away and she could easily best a simple witch or wizard even on her worst day, so she went on with her life and let the meek and cowardly stay meek and cowardly. there happened to be a few people, however, who she cared enough to seek out--annica being one of them. she entered the starry prophesier in the later afternoon, a normally busy time for the shop, and found only the woman in question inside. good. things were better that way, anyway. “sorry to scare you, dear,” she flashed her own playful smirk back, “and i’m sorry to disappoint, but i’m just here to mingle today. i don’t need my future told just yet.”

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bardaviorisms:

bardavior knew deep down briar cared far more than she let anyone else believe. the stone cold exterior she worked so diligently to keep up was a mere cover-up in his opinion - a ruse to escape her true thoughts and feelings. he could understand the desire to escape most staple human emotions. but there were things about his sister he still had yet to come to terms with or fully be able to process. he began to fidget with the keys in his hands, the cold metal leaving his fingers feeling numb. “she’s real sick, sis. and this a’int something we can just charm away or fix with a special brew.” he shook his head disdainfully. “if you haven’t seen her in a while, you might wanna consider paying her and dad a visit. he’s a fuckin’ mess, as usual. the muggles say it’s something in her brain. something like… like a ticking time bomb.” his breath was shaky and the cold clouds its warmth produced faded away from his lips within seconds.

her expression never changed as her brother spoke, jaw tight and gaze unwavering. their mother was sick with something serious, but briar had been, too, all those years ago. everyone thought she was a lost cause, that she wouldn’t make it, but they had found a way, didn’t they? that was a thing about magic--no matter what went wrong, always, always you could find a way. lord voldemort had made himself nearly immortal, after all, or had everyone forgotten? “where did they go? st. mungo’s? they don’t know the right charms or brews, then, if they told mum and dad that,” she didn’t even try resisting the urge to roll her eyes, “gobshites, the lot of them, spooking dad unnecessarily. if they don’t know how to help, they should admit it, not abandon her. i’ll take care of everything, bard.” already her mind was racing with who she needed to talk to to get the right answers, but suddenly her thoughts were pulled back to the previous weekend. “anyway, you missed out on all the excitement here while you were gone. the festival was quite a party, or so I heard.”

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if you don’t terrify people a little bit then what’s the point.

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bardaviorisms:

the sound of his full name being used was a rarity, as most commonly he was referred to by nick name or no name at all. only one could be entrusted with the amount of sass and spit behind such a declaration, and he was greeted by the one and only being who housed just those exact attributes. “briar.” he nodded cooly before stepping closer in proximity to steal some of her body warmth. he didn’t like the look in her eyes - too many secrets could be floating about in that head of hers. not apart from the norm, but still yet. he wished they could just be open with each other. the way siblings should be. he was aware that only he received an owl from his father, but the reasoning being that he had no idea brair had returned to knockturn alley until bardavior had filled him in. “you don’t know, do you ??” he asked quietly after a moment, his eyes somber. 

briar shifted closer still to her brother, not wanting to admit her own need to be near him. it was a stupid emotion, really, but one she really only felt for bard--worry. real worry. if she hadn’t checked his flat on sunday, she would still be convinced the werewolf had attacked him, or something equally gruesome and terrible. never would she let him go around with a big head about it, though, so she reached out in her own ways whether he liked it or not. “no. something about mum, i gathered,” she narrowed her eyes. that look just didn’t fit in bard’s eyes--they were meant for brighter, happier things. 

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bardaviorisms:

as soon as his boot-clad soles met with the same cobble-stone pathway he’d fled from not even a week prior, bardavior felt himself suck in a breath of uncertain air. things felt… different, yet oddly the same. how much could have changed since his sudden departure? the thought filled his stomach with dread as he began the trek towards his flat, head down but his senses on high alert. since he’d received the owl regarding his mother’s health, the brunette’s head had been all out of sorts - he’d pulled a briar and left without a word, knowing good and well what he would have to face upon returning home. home, the thought with a shudder. an eerie feeling had him pulling at the beanie atop his head as if to conceal his identity even further. what on earth had he missed?

“bardavior,” briar greeted her brother, tone even and as nonchalant as she could manage to conceal her emotions. her brother had left without a word, much like she usually did, and she didn’t know the reason herself until she entered his flat and found the letter from their parents. bard was much closer to them than she was, of course, but she still wondered why they had only sent word to him. disregarding that, however, he had missed the whole weekend festival and all the excitement it had brought. eliza’s injuries were now at the forefront of her mind--she wasn’t at all eager to break the news. “how’s everyone back at home?”

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silaseds:

letting out a shaky sigh, silas had his head in his hands, sitting outside the lobby of st. mungo’s. everything had happened so fast, he hadn’t even gotten to fight. part of him was kind of mad that aly had underestimated him and put herself in danger. but he was mostly just wondering why in the world any of this had happened. how had aly gotten hurt? how did a werewolf get  into the campsite? the night was supposed to be fun, they were all supposed to have enjoyed themselves. looking up, he leaned back in defeat into the chair and let out a bitter laugh. “rough night, huh?”

briar stayed silent for a long time, staring at the wall opposite the two of them. busy with other matters, she hadn’t arrived to the campsite until well after all the commotion occurred and then immediately apparated to st. mungo’s afterwards. initially she was worried about bard, that he had gotten seriously hurt, but it turned out he was fine--really, it was eliza, aly, and jason who were injured. alexi too, of course, but she neither knew where he was nor really cared if he was okay. he had put her brother, silas, annica, and eliza in danger, after all. ( bard was her top priority, of course, and then silas and annica. she still held little concern for eliza, but as always, she was important to bard so she had to matter at least somewhat to briar. )

finally, she turned her head in silas’ direction, blinking twice, “what was that? oh, yes--I suppose it has been...”

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silaseds:

“how come you never told me you had a twin brother? i feel like that’s rather important information that would come up in casual conversation.” he caught her calling him adorable and wiggled his eyebrows playfully. “okay, but have you ever considered me being hot?”

“it wasn’t vital to any conversation we’ve had yet. my question is how haven’t you figured it out? i thought you could read minds.” briar laughed then, fondness bleeding into her voice when she spoke, “not nearly as often as you’ve considered me being hot. i don’t need to be a legilimens to know that, silas, darling.”

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ianbrwn:

The White Wveryn was Ian’s favorite pub. The first reason being that it was so close to his house. Second, there were always familiar faces roaming about, he felt very much in his element. He recognized one of those familiar faces in the crowd and picked up his drink, already 3 shots of giggle-water in. “To good health, and whatever else anyone cheers for.” He shouts over the roar of the pub.

living in knockturn alley, briar never allowed herself to get too drunk when she went out... but then, she had built up quite a tolerance over the years, so getting too drunk was usually pretty far off. as it was, she was only a bit tipsy when she ran into ian at the white wyvern, a few lingering giggles from her own shots escaping, “some people cheer for some very boring things, ian. are you sure you mean whatever?”

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eliizaisms:

“it’s the cold moon festival,” eliza shot back, letting out somewhat of a frustrated sigh. “it’s in the forbidden forest and usually anything that has forbidden in it grabs your attention.” the redhead looked over at briar with a smirk. eliza didn’t even really want to go but if she found out that her friends were going, she just might. “plus, we’re all camping out, i guess.”

“oh, such a dig--you must be proud of that one, hm? would you like a gold star?” briar spoke with false cheeriness, enjoying the way eliza had grown frustrated. she generally held her tongue with the girl for bard’s sake, but it was satisfying enough to simply annoy her. 

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silaseds:

“you have a twin brother? there’s so much that i don’t know about you, wow.” silas made a mental note to go around asking about this bardavior ( honestly, what were their parents thinking with that name? ), keeping quiet so briar didn’t find out. “you’re not gonna kill him, are you? i’m kind of queasy. like, easily queasy.”

“kill who? bard?” briar couldn’t help but laugh at the idea, tossing her hair back over her shoulder, “oh, no, you sweet boy. i’m not going to kill my brother.” then, more to herself, she giggled, “easily queasy... adorable.”

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silaseds:

“who’s bardavior?” silas had only been in london for about two years and in that time frame, he hadn’t really met many people. the boy was relatively shy and kept to himself- how he ended up befriending briar was beyond him. “i don’t doubt your abilities, i doubt others. you never know what people are capable of. —- yeah, i do my best. don’t wanna be on the receiving end of a bat-bogey curse.”

“my twin brother. adorable and well meaning, but sometimes i think he’s got something stuck way up his arse,” she waved away the topic, making a mental note to never bring bard around to meet silas. for all she knew, they would get on so well that they would decide to stage some kind of intervention for her. “you don’t,” she agreed, “but i know what i’m capable of, don’t i?”

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eliizaisms:

eliza didn’t really care to know what kind of illegal things briar was getting up to- she had enough going on in her own life and trying to keep track of everything going on with bard and everyone else. moving around behind the bar, she tried to recount what kind of drama the girl had missed while she was off doing god knows what with god knows who. “nothing, really. i heard there’s supposed to be some sort of festival coming up. everyone’s talking about it.”

“some sort of festival,” briar repeated, vague interest coloring her voice, as her eyes traced the shelves of alcohol behind the bar, “that wasn’t very descriptive. is that all anyone knows?” whether or not she attended hinged on what exactly would be going on. she had little interest for carnival games and rides, but a different setting of some sort might be worth checking out.

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silaseds:

swatting away her hand as she pinched his cheek, silas let out a frustrated sigh but couldn’t help the small smirk from returning to his lips. “nah, i like hanging out with you. although, i’m not quite sure where you went. and i know if i read your mind, it’s gonna cost me so….” he drifted off, eyeing her nervously. “you aren’t doing anything that’s gonna get you hurt, right?”

“oh, you sound like bardavior,” briar let out a sigh, turning her attention back to the previous man in question and pretending to study him further, “don’t be silly, silas. i don’t make a habit of getting hurt--i’m a much better witch than that... brownie points for not reading my mind, though. good boy.”

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bardaviorisms:

his eyes felt unnaturally dry from staring at her, unable to blink in fear that she could quite literally disappear from in front of him just as quickly as she appeared. he wouldn’t let that happen again - not if there were any feasible way of him having influence in it. but at the same time, bardavior could quite literally feel his anxieties begin to slip away. bringing his hands to his face, he began to rub at his eyes to hopefully put a little color back into his features and disprove her prior statement. “i’m fine - really. the only thing i’ve been doing too much of… is working.” he sighed heavily, closing his book. “how long are you going to be staying this time, briar ?? or were you planning on just up and leaving one day, like before ?? i’d love to know, so i can plan my worrying accordingly. since it’s such an inconvenience to you.”

“that isn’t fair of you, bard,” briar set a hand over one of his own, lightly, as if being careful not to startle him. “for your sake, i’m just saying you don’t need to be so concerned about me. trust that i know what i’m doing, yeah? trust that i’ll come home safe, because I will, and go live your life, too.”

she wouldn’t ever say it aloud ( truth be told, she did love having bard around, because he was still her best friend ) but she thought, privately, that living his life might possibly mean moving away from knockturn alley. after all, maybe he hadn’t ever said it outright, but he followed her to knockturn to keep an eye on her, hadn’t he? and what kind of life was that? he happened to be one of the only people that she genuinely cared about in the world and, irritation over his protectiveness aside, she just wanted for him to go out and live like she was doing. they would always be brother and sister, always be twins, always be best friends, but their lives weren’t intertwined–he could have his own apart from her. he could have a life without the constant stress of worrying about her. did he just not see that?

“if it makes you feel better,” she began after a time, reluctant but knowing it might help the situation, “i can promise to be better at telling you ahead of time before i leave next time, if i do, and if i know ahead of time, i’ll tell you how long i’ll be gone.”

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adrianna-whittaker:

“Briar?” She’d been in the back of her mind ever since her run-in with Bard—the nagging fear that she wasn’t in trouble, somewhere, though Adrianna knew her to be more than capable of taking care of herself. Or at least, she had been when they were at Hogwarts together. Though she couldn’t really imagine her as anything less. “Are you— wow. I haven’t seen you in so long.” 

upon hearing her name, briar turned, scanning the girl in front of her until her mind supplied her with a name. “adrianna?” they had gone to hogwarts together, back in the day, and were even in the same year and house, but as good of friends as they had been, they lost touch quickly once graduation passed. she couldn’t even think of what adrianna had been up to all these years, but whatever it was, she was thoroughly surprised to see her old friend in knockturn, of all places. despite being a slytherin, adrianna had always been generally... good. “wow, it’s been quite some time. what are you doing here?”

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bardaviorisms:

bardavior’s eyes continued to follow his twin as she made her way through the crowd towards the bar, her eyes scanning across the room before meeting his own with an expression he could not decipher. strictly by her outward appearance, briar seemed to be well. her hair looked to be a few inches longer, flowing behind her confident gait until she came to a stop where he assumed she was ordering a drink for herself. many emotions sent him reeling and he was faced with the struggle of getting up and facing her outright or waiting for her to come to him. it wasn’t a moment later when she made the decision for him, turning in the direction of his mostly vacant table and strutting towards him with purpose. the chair scraping across the wooden floor as she claimed her seat caused the hair on his arms to stand on end and he took a moment to process things. “briar.” he spoke finally, not at all confident in how his voice sounded. “how’ve i been ??” he repeated, more confidently this time with a resentful chuckle thrown in the mix. “well, i’ve just been peachy-bloody-keen, how about you ??”

briar’s gaze softened, a bit of her natural confidence visibly bleeding away, and she let out a slow breath, “you look tired, bard. you’ve been worrying too much.” of course, that was mostly due to her, but it also had a lot to do with the fact that bard chose to keep up the ‘overprotective brother’ bit from when they were children. she had dropped her gaze since speaking last, tracking he finger as it traced the lettering on his book, but she flicked her eyes back up to meet his after a moment, “i’m sorry for leaving like i did. really, i am. you know i don’t mean to scare you, but you also know you don’t need to be so worried about me, don’t you? i can handle myself.”