So lay me down;

pockets full of stones Time it took us to where the water was That's what the water gave me Chrysandra Nott. 18. Former Slytherin.

[chrysandra-nott]

06.16.1978 || Diagon Alley || Chrysandra and Charity

[pvnarjanma]

“I’ll take care of it when I come,” Charity yelled behind her as she stepped onto the main street. It was her lunch time, an she wasn’t going to deal with the mess until after. She was already running just a little bit late for her lunch date with Chrysandra, and Charity was not a big fan of being late. Walking to the cafe she was going to meet her friend at, her eyes did not fail to notice that not many people were out. It was the war, the one thing anyone working in Dagon Alley did no talk about. If she could, Charity would just stay home and never come out, but she had to work. She couldn’t just stay couped up in the house all the time. That would just be hitting a new low. Shaking her head of war thoughts, Charity approached the cafe, looking forward to some happy talk with Chrysandra. Though the girl was younger than her by about ten years, she found it very easy to talk to her, and was glad to have become friends with her when she had. Stepping inside, she spotted her and put on a sheepish smile. “Sorry, sorry, I know I’m late. How was your day?” she asked, sitting down across from her.

[chrysandra-nott]

Chrysandra smiled when she saw Charity enter the cafe. She waved off her apologies easily. “Don’t worry about it, dear. I wasn’t waiting long, and besides, I’m sure it wasn’t your fault.” She had never worked in retail, but the idea sounded horrifying. What she was doing now did have to do with selling things, but it was all special orders and custom potions. They didn’t even really have a shop; it was more like an office with the storeroom and the brewing laboratory attached. “And I’ve been fine. It’s just me today brewing, so I can basically do whatever I want as long as I get the orders done, too.” She was hopefully about one thing in particular she was working on, but she didn't’t want to tell anyone until it was a bit more developed, in case it didn't’ take at all. “But how have you been? You look a bit... well.” She didn’t want to insult her friend, but she did want to know if something was wrong. “Put-upon, I suppose would be the word.”

[chrysandra-nott]

06.16.1978 || Diagon Alley || Chrysandra and Charity

Chrysandra stepped out into the warm summer air, staring around at all the people. It wasn’t as crowded here as it was in the main part of the Alley, but there were still more than enough people around. She moved carefully through the crowd, heading for a small café where she was meeting Charity. They both frequented it, and had exchanged smiles and pleasantries a few times before they started having their meals together. She’d come to quite enjoy them- and enjoy her time with Charity. She was a kind woman, which Chrysandra appreciated. She slipped into the cafe, sitting down at their usual table. Charity wasn’t there yet, so Chrysandra just ordered her usual drink, staring idly out at the crowds passing by. Her thoughts were far away, with her parents and the letter that she’d received that morning. 

[sebastianoriley]

Hogsmeade |  20th of June 1978

“Fancy a gasper while you elaborate on that story? I think you got some interesting facts to share, if I were to be frank.”

[chrysandra-nott]

“I... no, thank you. I don’t really like them that much. But do you really want to hear more? I thought it was rather mundane, really.” 

[pvnarjanma]

08.22.1977 || Flourish & Blotts || Charity and Chrysandra

[pvnarjanma]

“Of course.” Charity smiled, moving aside when a child ran into her. She sighed of frustration, but put the smile back on her face. “Okay, seventh year books are this way.” She pointed to other side of the store, beginning to walk in the general direction. “We decided to put all the Hogwarts books on one side of the store this year, organizing by years. Figured it would make things more efficient but from the looks of things, it hasn’t made much of a difference.” Charity chuckled, shaking her head. “So seventh year, that’s a big one. Do you have any idea what you might want to do after you take your NEWTS, if you’re taking them that is.” Charity knows she sure hadn’t had any idea, hence still working at a Flourish & Blotts years after graduating.

[chrysandra-nott]

Chrysandra followed her to the other side of the store. “I don’t... well, I’m not quite sure. I don’t have any real plans.” Her plans for the future were dependent upon her parents. They wanted her to find a husband and get married, but she wasn’t sure. She didn’t really have anyone she could see herself being married to, though that probably wouldn’t matter at all. “I am taking my NEWTs, but I don’t know that I’ll do anything with them.” She wanted to train to be a Healer, but she knew her father disapproved. She didn’t want to anger him; that was the absolute last thing she wanted. She glanced up at the bookshelves, starting to grab the books she needed. “I need... let me think...” she ran over her list of classes in her mind. 

[pvnarjanma]

08.22.1977 || Flourish & Blotts || Charity and Chrysandra

[pvnarjanma]

The girl turned around, and she could see her holding a list—the Hogwarts booklist, probably. Of course she was a student, though. Anyone with a right mind tried to avoid the bookstore when students were around. It could get…rowdy at times. Charity smiled at her, waving away her reply. “Oh, no, I don’t mind helping. It’s my job.” She smiled at her, shifting the books in her right hand to her left. She’d put them away as she she helped the girl. Coming to stand a little closer to her, she glanced at the list. “Are you a…seventh year?”

[chrysandra-nott]

Chrysandra bit her lip, considering, then nodded. “That would be lovely, then, thank you.” She smiled gratefully. She didn’t want to be a nuisance, but getting help would be good. It would expedite this process, and it would mean less wading through people and crowds in this bookstore, which had far too many people for the fact that it was such as small place. Chrysandra wasn’t like her mother; she didn’t get annoyed by the throngs of people. She got nervous, becoming anxious. “And yes, I’m a seventh year.” 

[chrysandra-nott]

02.26.1976 || Hogwarts courtyard || Mary and Chrysandra

[unforgivablehq]

Mary had a kind of natural distrust of Slytherin’s, one she had carried since second year. She tried not to entertain even the gentlest of them; just in case. Particularly when she was alone, as she was now. She had had to return books to the library in a hurry to avoid trouble, and although Mary still disliked walking the halls alone, she had rushed out and intended to rush back (walking, not running; at least trying not to look weak) when she almost tripped over Chrysandra Nott. “Oh- ah- hello. Sorry to disturb you.”

[chrysandra-nott]

Chrysandra smiled up at the girl. Mary, she knew. Mary, one of the Gryffindors. She inwardly winced as she remembered what had happened to her. She looked nervous, and understandably so. “You’re not disturbing me at all,” she said, trying to keep her voice friendly and gentle. “I was just taking advantage of the nicer weather.” She didn’t want to frighten her. From what she knew, Mary was kind, a lovely girl. She was the type of person she’d like to be friends with, if she had the choice. 

[chrysandra-nott]

02.26.1976 || Hogwarts courtyard || Rodolphus and Chrysandra

[eldestlestrang]

The had been nothing short of dreadful and Rodolphus was just prepared for the day to finish. In between childish bantering and ill advised words with his younger sibling and his monotonous lectures for classes, he was just ready to leave. It was as soon as his charms lesson was over, Rodolphus set his bag upon his shoulder and left. His expression itself had moved everyone out of his pathway as he continued through the hallways and through the main gates. He wandered for a while before his legs just ended up bringing him to a nearly abandoned courtyard. It was just as he heard a voice, that he broke himself out from his musings and glanced over to the general area that he heard the sound arise from. “Ms. Nott.” He greeted casually. “What are you dong out all by your lonesome? Troubled thoughts?” He inquired; making his tone sound interested.

[chrysandra-nott]

Chrysandra looked up at Rodolphus, smiling softly. She’d never really spent that much time around him, but she knew who he was. She was more familiar with his brother, who she didn’t quite know what to think about. “Not troubled. Just... it’s nice today. Warmer than it’s been. I wanted to spend some time enjoying it.” She belatedly realized this probably wasn’t the type of thing that she should be admitting, necessarily. She should say that she was doing something that he’d consider worthwhile or important. She doubted that Rodolphus Lestrange was going to think much of her for sitting on the grass, daydreaming, getting her skirt all wrinkles. “How are you, Rodolphus? You seem... distant.” He’d barely even noticed her until she spoke. 

[chrysandra-nott]

02.26.1976 || Hogwarts courtyard || Open

Chrysandra sat in the courtyard, looking up at the sky. It was a rare warmer day, the sky clear and bright, teasing everyone with the promise of spring. It would be gone by the morning, in all likelihood, but for the moment she wanted to enjoy it. It was wonderful to be outside, to be relaxed for once. It was such a stark contrast to the cold darkness of the Slytherin dormitory. Things seemed so simple while she was sitting here, leaning back against the wall. The complications would come back with the cold weather, but for today, maybe she could just... be. She heard footfalls and looked up. "Oh, hello." 

[pvnarjanma]

08.22.1977 || Flourish & Blotts

As it usually was during this time of year, the bookstore was raging with young Hogwarts students, all trying to get their books in before the first day of school. Though Charity preferred the more quiet and calm that the bookstore offered her when she worked, she actually didn’t mind all the crazy that went with working at Flourish and Botts at the time. It reminded her of when she came into the store as a young Hogwarts student, excited to be reading and learning whatever it was the professors assigned.

See as her job was to help sell the books—and, in these months, to get people in and out as quickly as possible so the store didn’t overfill—Charity attempted to help some people out. Picking up a few books that someone had apparently left behind on a random stand, Charity said,  ”Hi, can I help you find anything?”

[chrysandra-nott]

Chrysandra moved carefully through the throng of people, trying not to get in anyone's way. It was students, mostly, and parents. Well, of course it was. The booklist for Hogwarts had just arrived, and everyone was here to get their textbooks and supplies. Diagon Alley was crowded with bodies, and as soon as they arrived her mother had sniffed dismissively. She didn't like mixing with the "common folk", as she called them. Typically Chrysandra always offered to go alone while her mother relaxed in one of the more exclusive Tea Rooms, but she didn't always let her. This year, though, she'd nodded dismissively, handing her a pouch of gold and waving her off.

The freedom was refreshing. It was nice to be able to enjoy walking around, without her mother's complaints. She slipped into Flourish and Blotts, pulling out her list of textbooks once again. She turned when she heard a woman's voice, her face breaking into a charming smile- as she'd been trained to do. "Oh, thank you, but you don't have to. I'm sure I can find things myself."

[ophelia-ascendant]

You were born at dawn, just as the gentle light crept over the world, and that was always your blessing, always your curse. 

You would always be that light, too gentle, too soft. Perhaps if you’d been born into a different world, some might have appreciated your softness, but instead you were born to those who despised it, tried to turn your silk into steel. You rarely heard a kind word, so how was it that you have so many yourself? Somehow you took all that   h a t e  and coldness and turned it in only on yourself. That’s your secret, isn’t it? That you only ever hated yourself. They wanted you to think yourself superior and look down on the others, but really you thought  s o  m u c h  m o r e  of them (of their blazing courage, of their passion, their warmth). 

You’d do anything to protect them, if you thought anything you did could  a c t u a l l y  m a t t e r,  if you could get over your fear of being a person, being anything other than the little doll that they resigned you to being. If you couldn’t be a warrior they were expecting then you’d be a fitting wife for one, fit for nothing more but fancy dresses and planning balls, and at some point you started to believe them— to see yourself as nothing more than a decoration.

 How ironic that the one thing making you want to  b r e a k  f r e e  is their fervour, their hatred, the bloodshed they once hoped you’d join in gladly.

[ophelia-ascendant]

{{…throw roses into the abyss and say: ‘here is my thanks to the monster who didn’t succeed in swallowing me alive.’}}

01. seven devils- florence + the machine // 02. yellow flicker beat- lorde // 03. paradise - coldplay // 04. gods and monsters - lana del rey // 05. riverside - agnes obel // 06. imaginary - evanescence // 07. i am not a robot - marina and the diamonds // 08. broken crown - mumford and sons // 09. take me to church - hozier // 10. dirty paws - of monsters and men // 11. human - christina perri // 12. what the water gave me - florence + the machine // 13. safe and sound - taylor swift // 14. i’ll follow you into the dark - death cab for cutie // 15. bad blood - bastille // 16. c’est la mort -the civil wars // 17. sail - awolnation // 18. born to die - lana del rey

[ophelia-ascendant]

Chrysandra Nott (general moodboard 001)

[chrysandra-nott]

"You’re going to be okay, I promise." // "He was really angry." // "You’re really getting on my nerves."

"You’re going to be okay, I promise."

Chrysandra looked over at her, her hands still shaking slightly. "Why did you..." she shook her head, trying to think. "You didn't have to..." She'd stopped them. She'd stepped in and saved her, and for the life of her she couldn't figure out why. Why she didn't assume she was just like the rest of her peers, just like her father, just like her grandmother. For all Alice knew, Chrysandra was a murderer, too, but she'd still stood up for her. "Thank you," she said softly. 

"He was really angry." 

"He has every right to be," Chrysandra whispered. "My father killed his brother." She'd known about that for years. Her father had bragged about it afterwards, about his victory. She didn't hold it against the boy for hating her. He had every right to hate her. Sometimes she wished that people wouldn't look at her and see the sins of her father, but what had she done to stop him? Nothing. Nothing at all.

"You’re really getting on my nerves."

"I'm sorry," Chrysandra said quickly. "I'm... I'm sorry." She fell silent immediately, going still. She didn't want to be a bother. That was the last thing she wanted. She'd spent her entire life learning how to disappear, trying to be as unobtrusive as possible. She was rather certain that all people wanted from her was someone to be a pretty decoration and occasionally serve tea. She needed to stop stepping out of line. 

[chrysandra-nott]

[ from james ] "You’re doing this by yourself?" // "Calm it, daydream believer." // "You drink to get drunk. It’s sad." // "He was really angry."

"You’re doing this by yourself?"

"Yes. Who else would be helping me?" She wasn't sure who he expected to be in on this. "Just... take the potions." She knew he'd be able to get them back to the people who needed them. He'd always been in the thick of things, after all. He always stood up for what he believed in, so making the leap to him being in touch with whoever was fighting the Death Eaters wasn't that hard to do. "They're not that potent, but they'll help if anyone gets hurt and you can't get them to a healer right away."

"Calm it, daydream believer." 

Chrysandra stared at him for a moment, then burst into peals of laughter. "Daydream believer?" she asked. "Really?" She'd never gotten that before. It made sense, though. She often was in her head, hiding from the world, creating different places to run away to. She preferred the world in her head. She knew that it wasn't reality, but it was so much better. Her parents had always chided her for it, telling her to be more attentive to matters at hand and stop staring off into space, but she'd never really grown out of her tendency to slip off into a daydream. 

"You drink to get drunk. It’s sad."

She rolled her eyes. "Like you've never done that, Golden Boy?" The liquor was giving her courage, giving her a voice. That was why she liked it. She loved the way the world fell away, things went fuzzy, and consequences didn't seem as real. She could control it if she needed to; of course she could, she had to. If she was ever like this at a Ball or a dinner, she'd probably get herself killed. But here, she could let herself go, at least a bit. James Potter wasn't going to curse her for talking back to him-- at least, she was rather sure he wasn't. 

"He was really angry."

Chrysandra spun around. She hadn't realized that he was standing there, that he'd seen... well, everything. She was glad he hadn't said anything while her father was still there. That could have ended poorly. "He does that," she said, her voice shaking despite her efforts to control it. He'd been yelling for a good five minutes. She should be used to it, but it always ended up scaring her. "I'm sorry." She didn't know why she was apologizing. At this point, it was just second nature. 

[chrysandra-nott]

[ from rodolphus ] "What happened to my tea?" // "I feel like I’m dying." // "The condition is critical." // "I just want the truth."

"What happened to my tea?"

Chrysandra flinched slightly at his tone. "I have it right here," she said softly, setting it down in front of him. She still remembered how he took it. Serving tea to Rodolphus Lestrange wasn't a new experience at all. He'd been a few years ahead of her in school, but she was often the one sent for refreshments in the Slytherin common room. She'd never really minded. It was something she was good at, something that made her feel useful. It wasn't until she was older that she realised her subservient nature meant they'd never respect her, and by that point she was already set in her ways, already expected to always have tea ready and serve dinner. At least it was better than being ignored, she told herself. "Do you need anything else, Rodolphus?"

"I feel like I’m dying."

"Well you wouldn't feel so bad if you'd just stay still and let me do my job," she said, putting a hand on his shoulder to keep him down. "Just... calm down and let me get this poultice on. That will relieve most of the pain." She sighed inwardly, pressing the cloth to the wound. If they expected her to patch them up after they got hurt, the least they could do was actually listen to her when she told them what they needed to do. "There," she charmed the poultice in place, before casting another spell that would make the healing more rapid. "Now don't move. If you dislodge it I'll just have to do this all over again."

"The condition is critical."

"Yes, Rodolphus, I realize that," Chrysandra said, trying to keep her voice calm. This was above her ability to heal. She wasn't actually a healer, she just... well, studied it on her own. She wasn't trained in it. She was acting on instinct here, casting spells and charms that she'd read about or remembered from journal articles. "If you want to be helpful, please, back up. I need space." She couldn't believe she was talking to him like that. Half of her expected him to retaliate in anger, but he couldn't, not if he wanted her to keep trying to save his friend. Maybe the anger would come later, but for now all she could do was try and keep her patient alive. "Is someone else on their way?" They needed an actual healer, quick.

"I just want the truth."

She sighed, trying to keep her face impassive. "The truth about what? I don't have any idea what you're talking about." Inwardly, her mind was racing. Did he know she was talking to Daisy? Had he found out what she really thought about the war? He couldn't have. She had been so careful... She met his eyes, her gaze steady. "I'm sorry, I'd answer your question, but I don't know what you're referring to. What do you mean, Rodolphus?" Playing ignorant was the best card she had. No one expected her to be anything, to know anything. She'd just be exactly what they expected: a vapid, docile little thing.

[chrysandra-nott]

"You’re lying"//"We’ll be better off without you."//"You don’t have to do this alone."

"You’re lying"

Crysandra bit her lip, backing away slightly. “I’m not,” she said softly. “I’m not lying, I swear. I just…” she looked down, shaking her head. “I wanted to help. You don’t have to believe me, but please. Just… be careful.” She knew they had no reason to believe her. She was one of them, after all. A pureblood, a Slytherin, someone who had always been friends with the crowd that were now unanimously suspected to be Death Eaters. He didn’t have a reason to doubt that she was one, too. “You don’t have to believe me, just… please, watch out for them. Don’t let them get hurt.”

"We’ll be better off without you."

She looked away. He was right, probably. She hadn’t done much to earn their trust, and it wasn’t like she was some powerful warrior. She couldn’t do much of anything except provide healing potions and charms, pass along bits of gossip that she heard. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t…” she sighed. “I’ll leave. You’re right. I’m not a help to you, and I don’t want to cause any trouble.” It was pointless to try, really. Why had she thought she could do any good? Her parents were right; she’d never be worth anything on her own.

"You don’t have to do this alone."

Chrysandra met his eyes slowly. “What… what are you saying?” She wasn’t sure if this was a trap or not. From what she knew of him, he probably hated her father, hated her entire family. There were rumors that he was the one who had killed her grandmother, after all. Why would he be showing any kindness to her? She was torn between hoping that maybe, just maybe, someone had seen through the mask and saw who she really was, and the echoing voice in her head insisting that of course they didn’t, that they never would, that people only ever saw her family when they looked at her.

[tempusmortisrpg-blog]

tempus mortis opening meme ;;

This is just some optional fun to have while you’re waiting for the roleplay to open properly. 

Please do not use if you’re not a member of or applying to tempusmortisrpg.’

OOC

i. Does your character have any scars? ii. What is your character’s favourite book/play/song? iii. Does your character collect anything? iv. What was your character’s favourite class? v. Where does your character live? vi. Does your character enjoy the job they are doing? vii. What is your character’s favourite food? viii. Name something you character cannot live without ix. What is your character’s favourite food? x. What would it take for your character to join the other side?

IC

"The condition is critical." "I just want the truth." "We’ll be better off without you." "Promise that you won’t leave." "He was really angry." "Did you buy more snacks?" "How come when someone dies, everyone tries to feed you." "You’re lying" "Don’t do this to me." "Do you fancy them?" "What happened to my tea?" "I feel like I’m dying." "You’re going to be okay, I promise." "Stay out as late as you want, okay?" "You know what a tie on the door means." "You don’t have to do this alone." "I don’t even want to know why you’re in my dress but those shoes don’t match." "You’re doing this by yourself?" "Calm it, daydream believer." "You’re not my family." "I could always sing to you. Which Beatles song would you prefer? They’re all I know." "I would name the baby Ethel." "You’re really getting on my nerves." "Eight more of these and you’ll be screaming my name." "You drink to get drunk. It’s sad." "We are never going to be ‘we’" "When you poured me a drink, I pictured you bending me over the bar." "But seriously, do you like Pina Coladas?" "I keep your pictures in a box, each one in it’s frame." "It was a one of a kind piece and I broke it." "We’re really, really not in Kansas anymore." "You should really get rid of that chair." "We’re never going to be okay again."