⊰ things i didn't know before i saw the sun ⊱

Clarabel Séraphine Moreau. French. Pureblood. Sixth Year. Ravenclaw. Occasional painter. Voracious book reader. Has many random hobbies. Tea addicted. Enthusiastic about Ghouls, Ghosts & the great beyond. "Her eyes were beautiful creatures, corrupted by seeing and understanding far too much. I wonder what images those eyes awaken and ignite inside her brain, when she looks at me."

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toujoursleroi:

It wasn’t hard for Regulus to leave his common room without attracting much attention, he’d gotten quite good at slipping away undetected while avoiding his brother. Even walking through the corridors towards the bridge- all it really took to get people not to notice him was to mind his own business and keep quiet. He still had a lingering, anxious pit in his stomach after talking to Sirius and trying to readjust to how busy and crowded Hogwarts was, and hanging out with Clarabel was the perfect solution to ease his mind. He smiled to himself as he came upon the wooden bridge and saw her, picking up his pace a little to get there all the more sooner. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” he called as he approached, smiling down at her.

It was then she remembered what she almost texted him: 

                        [ text ]: You say such lovely things. 

Because he did. The minute he became visible as he approached her, he already had such flattering words, and though she knew she should’ve been used to it -- she wasn’t. Years upon years of ugly words thrown at her from her parents and then there was Regulus. Clarabel immediately went to meet him throwing her arms and wrapping her champagne clad hands around him, and even if he couldn’t see it at the moment, she was smiling. 

“Now, you speak like that to the champagne and it might burst,” she teased, giggling as she squeezed him tighter.

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@toujoursleroi

While rebellion was never in Clarabel’s nature, for a one, Regulus Black, whom she had grown extremely close to over the years, who she considered her best friend, her confidante, something more -- -- though now was not that the time to muddle in her head mulling about that -- she would rebel. Now was the time to console, to soothe her best friend who was already in distress due to the new school year ( and so much more ) with the champagne bottles in hand as she headed towards the wooden bridge of Hogwarts. Upon arrival, she waited for his figure to approach her, Clarabel bouncing on her tip toes as she pushed any unwanted thoughts away.

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toujoursleroi:

“I know it’s odd, there’s just something about a neck that hasn’t been chopped 9/10ths of the way through that’s so much more appealing..” he continued to joke with a smile in his voice, bumping her back with his shoulder. He glanced at her face and saw her trying to hide the tint on her cheeks, so he didn’t say anything about it and let her believe he hadn’t seen it. “I’ll accept it if that’s the terms, but really don’t you think that’s a bit of an ultimatum?”

Finally looking up, Clarabel hummed, acting as if she was carefully taking in his point about why he didn’t find Nearly Headless Nick attractive. “So picky, you are, “ Clara started to laugh softly, before thinking of what to say next. “An ultimatum? I’m just saying they’ll never want him around there, right? Too much conflict. But, you could always just ask me to pick between you and Nick, that’ll be a counter-ultimatum?”

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toujoursleroi :

[text to: petit chou] if that doesn’t work, I could always try and charm the ceiling of the Great Hall.  “Clarabel Moreau is an Angel’ written in stars. [text to: petit chou] bridge sounds great

[text to: petit chou -- --  UNSENT] You say such lovely things.  [text to: petit chou] I don’t want to say ‘you wouldn’t’ because I think you most certainly would. [text to: petit chou] i’ll meet you there.

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padfootmaraudingg :

It just bugged him. He knew it shouldn’t, he knew it was petty, but it still bugged Sirius every time he saw Clarabel and Regulus cuddled up in a corner somewhere chatting away. Remus had muttered something about it being jealousy, but Sirius knew that was bullshit. He wasn’t jealous of someone getting close to his little brother, more …  astounded that someone would want to be?

Yeah. That was absolutely it.

“Tracking?” he asked, intrigued despite his conviction at the start of the conversation that he would be completely bored by anyone his little brother found interesting, “How do you track the ghosts? Why do you track them? Do you find out … like … gossip about them? Do you run a ghost-tracking tumblr or something?”

There he was, and he kept asking questions. 

Questions that Clarabel actually liked, and was inclined to answer, really, but she couldn’t. She wouldn’t. She shouldn’t. It was much easier to dislike who she was supposed to consider the ‘enemy’ if she didn’t give them a sense of humanity, if she saw them from one side. If she’d only heard Regulus’ side, been there to try to bandage the pain that HIS leaving did and not see the interest in his eyes when he asked the questions he did -- Clara thought she could compartmentalize. Blind herself. But she wasn’t sorted into Ravenclaw because she was ignorant. Clarabel Moreau would always see too much, her eyes corrupted by seeing. 

The questions where hanging in the air between them, and it was Clara’s turn to bite. 

“I track them,” she replied softly, straightening her back, “I have a system.” If only she could use Tumblr more regularly, she most definitely would have one dedicated ghost tracking. But she wouldn’t allow Sirius that knowledge, nor would she give him any reason ‘why’ the great beyond fascinated her so much. 

With Regulus still on her mind, Clara wanted to say something to Sirius about his brother, “have you talked to your brother lately?”

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toujoursleroi :

“Good, you brighten up the snake pit, you should really just never leave” Regulus flashed her a cheeky smile. “Alright, I get it, you’ve got a thing for Nick- gotta tell you though, for me the whole ‘nearly-headless’ thing is a turn off.”

Clarabel laughed, bumping her shoulder into Regulus’ trying her hardest to conceal her blush with her hands. Despite being embarrassed she forced herself to joke, not only because she could around Regulus because she was not going to turn into a stuttering tomato over his comment, “really? Is it? You don’t have a thing for nerves popping all over the place, Rex? If you can’t accept me and Nick’s love, then I’ll never be able to move into the snake pit like I’ve planned for our last year.”

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toujoursleroi :

[text to: petit chou] Well here is your reminder that you are a literal angel.  [text to: petit chou] I am super stealthy, don’t worry we’ll be fine.  [text to: petit chou] When and where should I meet you?

[text to: petit choupinet] I’ll pin it up to my wall.  [text to: petit choupinet] I trust you. [text to: petit choupinet] How’s the bridge?

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toujoursleroi :

[text to: petit chou] Champagne? Have I ever told you that you’re a gift from God himself?  [text to: petit chou] And literally I don’t care an ounce what we do I just need to get away from 85% of the population of Hogwarts. 

[text to: petit choupinet] Possibly, though, it’s always a nice reminder. [text to: petit choupinet] Hmm, then a fort is a no go. We’ll wander. We’ll have to be very ... stealthy? 

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toujoursleroi :

[text to: petit chou] Thank God. [text to: petit chou] I thought I’d give this term a chance but it was in vain.

[text to: petit choupinet] Don’t you mean thank me? [text to: petit choupinet] Aw, Rex, I have a few bottles of champagne that might change your mind. Also, I have some blank canvas’ and we could make a fort or just see the sights of Hogwarts, help you remember what you love about it?

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toujoursleroi:

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[text to: petit chou] Are you free later? [text to: petit chou] I’m already tired of people.

[text to: petit choupinet] Of course. [text to: petit choupinet] You weren’t on the train? Or even thinking about school?

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toujoursleroi :

“Of course not, I was just sayin’.. You could always come down to Slytherin and hang out with the Baron- he’s down there constantly.”

“Well, you know I will, seeing as he’s my third favorite of the house ghosts, and you’re there but I’ve been tracking Nick’s progress for a while now. Plus, I’ve never seen him dance before like that. Plus, the Baron scares me sometimes.”

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toujoursleroi :

“They’re just showing off for the first years..”

“Is there a problem with that if they’re still dancing beautifully?”

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padfootmaraudingg :

“So long as his new girl’s not the Baron or Peeves, I think we’re all in the clear.”

“I highly doubt Nearly Headless would ever engage in a relationship with Peeves or the Baron.” Clarabel swallowed at the end of her sentence, trying not to acknowledge Sirius’ presence too much – though that was futile. Even standing near him, talking to him, felt like some sort of betrayal towards her best friend, but, she also wasn’t inherently rude – not like her parents were. Plus, when it came to the subject of the great beyond, she couldn’t help but engage. Still, she was hesitant, anxious even, in Sirius’ presence, though she kept it to herself. “I’ve been tracking him for a while now.”

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“It’s so lovely to see the ghosts dancing. I’m still not used to it. I’m fairly sure Nearly Headless Nick has a girlfriend he’s been dancing with as well.”

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