Running a bit late that day, which was unusual for Elias who prided himself on being punctual, he’d had to use the Floo network to get to work. Not moving out of the way fast enough as he straightened out his robes, Elias was knocked into by the next person coming through the network and it sent him stumbling into someone. He cursed quietly, reaching out to quickly steady the woman. “Shit, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”
@camilcisms
&&. camila hated traveling by floo powder, even if it happened to be one of the fastest ways to travel when someone like herself was late to work, that did not mean people were amiable. “ Damnit ! “ camila exclaimed as she tripped over her feet into the man’s arms. she wanted to bite the male’s head off, except the apology that fell from his lips seemed to be sincere so she bit her tongue and nodded. “ No you’re fine-- Guess people are in a rush huh?”
Brooke loved the lull of twilight in the park and though most wouldn’t have called it magical, for Brooke it was akin to being in a temple. Here, she could hear the whisperings of the forest which had once overgrown the area, of the creatures which used to inhabit that great green. In the dyings of the August light, she sat with her tea and watched the world transfer over from day to night, jotting down little notes in her notebook on the plants and listening to her music. She was so caught up, she didn’t realize that someone had come up near her until they were very close and had scared her. “Shit!” she yelled, jumping up and spinning around, her hand going to the wand in her purse before she saw who it was.
&&. “ Well you’re still as jumpy as ever. “ camila noted as she came to sit down by the former gryffindor. there weren’t many people from her class that she had kept up with, but brooke was different. camila always felt at peace when she was in the company of the witch, something she hadn’t been feeling for awhile. “ What are you doing out here in this weather ? “
&&. while the leaky cauldron was home to some wizards, it truly felt like a second house to camila since she spent more time there than at her own flat. sure the place could be loud, & depending on who was the cook for the night you may get some awful food, but it was a place where the woman could clear her head from a days work & debate with her favorite barmaid whose adventures were better. “ C’mon Bailee just admit a few months in Greece creature seeing would be exhilarating ! I mean could you imagine seeing an actual griffin in it’s native country. “
Violet’s lips turned into a frown when she saw the now familiar woman walk up to her, just like she had that first day. “I told you that I don’t want your help. If there was anything to find, I would have years ago.” Her voice was tired, tired of having her son brought up again and again, tired of this woman who thought that she was doing good. “I appreciate it and I’m sure you have good intentions but it’s still a no.” Diving back into the hole that was looking for son was something she was fearful to do. Vincent’s use of his connections was probably the most she did to look into it these days. It had taken a lot for her to come out of that place and going for it again seemed… terrifying. @camilcisms
&&. camila bit down on the bottom of her lip the rejection of her help was still a hard pill for the stubborn unspeakable to swallow. “ All I’m asking for is just one chance -- That’s all is just one time you let me try to help you.” the brunette pleaded despite violet’s protest. violet langwood’s missing son had been a case that stuck with camila since the day she read about it in the prophet & when she finally had the chance to offer her help she had been rejected; much like today. brows furrowing in frustration mila let out a deep sigh wracking her brain for some miracle method she could use to get the woman to agree to let her help. “ I won’t give up on it... You really should just agree to let me help you. “
i have to be up early tomorrow morning so i’m going to jump off to get ready for that, but in the meantime if you’d like a closed starter from camila like this & i’ll write one up it might not be posted til tomorrow though ! & if we haven’t plotted yet than what are we waiting for ?
— standing outside of madam puddifoots with a tray of small color changing sugar cookies she’d made just for sampling. of course, she wasn’t planning on giving them out as samples herself. she’d expected one of the waitress or even the bus girls to stand outside, but after two calling in sick and finishing filling the case for the day, she decided that it was probably best for her to go out there, at least while they were still warm. “ hey there, ” marnie starting, attempting to draw in some business, “ would you like to try our new cookie ? ”
&&. camila was taking a longer route than she normally would take to get to work, but she figured with all the buzz of the new law what harm could it cause to hear a bit of gossip from everyone else. jumping back a bit from the tray, the brunette bit down on her bottom lip as she held a hand to her now vocal stomach. “ I haven’t had much to eat today, but surely only one shouldn’t ruin an appetite for the rest of the day right ? “ she inquired while reaching out to take a current bright pink one.
i am ridiculously late to this party, but forgive me we had a sibling slumberparty at my house last night so it got a little hectic ! anyways i’m aspen coming at you all from the cst timezone plus i’m 20 six months closer til i can support my wine addiction i’m horrible with intro’s so you will have to forgive me for that too. under the read more is more info about my babe camila who is a mess & doesn’t believe in love a lie i can’t wait to get started plotting & writing with you all so if you’re into connections & what not slide into my im’s or like this & i’ll head your way.
( phoebe tonkin, twenty-five, cisfemale, she/her, halfblood ) — dear camila reeves, i have the pleasure of writing to you to introduce to you your partner, michael neils. you’re so cynical and facetious yet so affable and audacious that it’s no wonder they were paired with someone such as yourself. you were in gryffindor, correct? ah, no matter. as an unspeakable , you must be looking forward to this new step in your life. sincerely, the minister of magic. ( I’ve always believed that you could be greater, something more than a troublemaker, more than an unruly devil’s maker. You used to laugh at this, a hint of sadness glistening in your eyes, a hint of pain. I never noticed how much it hurt you, and I kept saying you could be stronger, better. ╱ )
camila comes from a family where blood status isn’t a big deal despite her mother being a pureblood, she left her family to marry camila’s father who was a muggle therefore camila doesn’t understand the negativity when it comes to people’s blood status.
she grew up in a very loving & seemingly perfect home though they jumped around a lot due to her father’s military status, but stopped traveling when she got her letter into hogwarts.
it wasn’t even a year that she’d be in hogwarts when her parents let her know she’d be a big sister, something she was very fond of until the baby came & showed no magical abilities inciting bits of jealousy towards the fact that her sister got to be with her parents everyday.
growing up, her parents wanted magic to be hidden from mara so she didn’t feel left out, which lead to camila learning at a young age to control her magic quite well.
she was her mother’s favorite ( she’d never tell a soul however ) even though they weren’t put into the same houses the two reeves’s women were two peas in a pod.
during her career at hogwarts camila excelled in her studies, potions being her favorite, but royally sucked at quidditch & anything with brooms & flying. doesn’t help she’s terrified of heights.
despite being a great student, camila looked at ways to be a troublemaker often landing herself into detention more times than need be, but it was all for fun she’d tell you.
camila eventually grew out of the jealousy she held for her sister enough to where she started to pursue a relationship with her & they’re now very close & she’d do anything to protect her & to keep her from the magical world.
after graduation she took up work as an unspeakable something she had dreamed of since she was a child. something that would finally soothe the daredevil inside of her & while she loves her job she finds it sort of lacking since she can’t speak about her travels. Instead she keeps a journal with a charm on it so only she can read them as a way to help her cope.
however during one of her jobs something went wrong when she was working with the death chamber, something that scarred her enough to seek some personal time off. since then she’s been having some ptsd side effects though she’d never tell a soul.
on the surface camila is a loving person who believes there’s good in everyone you just got to dig a little deeper on some, she’d go to the ends of the earth to make someone feel welcomed & on the inside however she’s guarded & has trouble opening herself to people unless they’ve earned her trust.
she is not looking forward to the new rules though deep down she enjoys the thought of having someone around.
this is probably going to change as i develop her, but that’s all i got so if you’d like to plot connections like this cause i love connections, but at the same time love some chem. i can’t wait to get writing with you all !
i just got home, but i’ll be coming out with camila’s intro as soon as everything loads until then if you’d like to plot hmu please! i am so excited for this group & can’t wait to write with you all.
She’s imperfect, but she tries.
She is good, but she lies.
She is hard on herself.
She is broken and won’t ask for help.
She is messy, but she’s kind.
She is lonely most of the time.
She is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie.
She was the kind of girl who was a chaos of contradictions from one second to the next, for her mind was never free. Sometimes bright like the sun, sometimes calm like the moon, sometimes stormy like the ocean, and sometimes all three.
A Girl of Contradictions | Nikita Gill (via untamedunwanted)
