virginia was ready to leave, she was done with the whole party thing and just wanted to go home. but she had promised a few friends she would wait for them to leave and now she was stuck and miserable. the loud music, all the people and the need to socially interact had exhausted her. she just wanted to curl up with an interesting book in a blanket, and that was exactly what she was planning to do. she at this point in the evening (especially after the drinks she had earlier) didn’t give a damn who saw her grab a blanket off one of the couches and wrap it around herself holding in it place like a cloak with one and and clutching her book in the other. quickly she made her way to the bathroom and locked the door. though she could still hear the hum on the other side of the door, she finally had some level of peace.
she had set herself up with her blanket on the floor fulling engrossed in her book when she heard a knock on the door. mumbling angrily she ignored it at first knowing she locked the door but when the person knocked again she rolled her eyes. “what do you not understand about a locked door, it means it’s taken-” she started her angry rant as she stood up and opened the door. she had assumed it would be some random hufflepuff she could send to a different bathroom, but when she opened the door and came face to face with barty she stopped mid sentence in shock. why did she start talking before she saw who it was? and why oh why did the world hate her so much that the first time he would see her all evening her eyeliner was heavily smudges, she had already taken her hair down and she was sure her dress looked frazzle from her blanket “cloak” on the floor. she could already feel the blush creeping up on her neck and ears. generally angrily ranting disheveled in a bathroom was not how you wanted to start a conversation with a guy you have been into for forever.
the alcohol had been flowing all evening, and while he much preferred his potions, eric wasn’t about to pass up free and incredibly expensive liquor. he was sitting in the ballroom, surrounded by others and engaged in what he thought was a very engaging debate. “ I’m just saying--” he started, trying his best to explain the conundrum at hand. “merlin probably had a six pack in his youth.”
“a six pack isn’t a beauty standard.” he almost barked back, as if he were somewhat hurt by the comment. “it’s muscle definition from hard work.” well, somewhat hard work. if there was one thing eric cared about, it was himself and his body, spending most of his time on it so that he was always the best dressed, best looking and best presented in the room. “besides, a six pack is always desirable.”
she wasn’t blind, she knew eric was an attractive man and he put in the effort to maintain his physique. but nia is an argumentative and stubborn little bitch and she had stated her position and was going to stick to it. “i’m sorry but i disagree. for hundreds of years and in various cultures fat was attractive because it equated to wealth and not having the need to perform physical labor. if that was the beauty standard of the time merlin wouldn’t have put in the work to have that body if it was undesirable.” she said glancing over him unable to keep back her little smirk. “just because it’s desirable now doesn’t mean it was then.”
she hated crowds, she really never saw the appeal of a big party. all the noise and people made her dizzy; how was anyone supposed to think in a room like this? though how important was it for her to be thinking right now when she had already been drinking to get threw the night. she had found a comfortable couch she saw on her legs stretched out lazily across the comfortable couch. she was out of the way and praying the boy in her year who had been asking her to tutor him all month wasn’t going to find her in her one moment of solace. when she heard someone walking towards her couch she huffed slightly not looking to see who it was at first taking a sip of her drink. “this seat is taken-” she started before glancing over to see who it was and looked at the other person apologetically a slight blush rising to her cheeks. “sorry i was expecting it to be someone else. you’re company i don’t mind tonight if you want to join me.”
“Great.” Peter flopped himself into the space next to her, spacial awareness seemingly out the window. Somewhere between getting here and just five minutes ago, he had lost the two friends he was sure would be around for the night. If he were to continue looking he might see Prongs and Pads attached at the hip to their respective girls. Both brunettes, he noted. It was fine honestly, if he didn’t get how he could always just ask Moony when they got back to school. “Were you expecting a friend you were upset with?” He asked genuinely, perhaps slowly from already having one drink forced down his throat upon arrival. “Thanks, because I think I can be okay company, right? I can be fun…or just sit. Just sitting is…good.”
nia always valued her personal space more than average, there were only a select few people she didn’t mind in her space. and though she loved two of the marauders very much, peter was not one of them. she didn’t mind his company though and at least if she was sitting with him no one she truly dislikes could come sit with her. she smiled softly at his question and rambling, he was at the very least sweet. “not a friend, no.” she explained before sighing as she took a sip of her wine. “a boy in my year wants me to tutor him and he’s been very persistent. i just... i don’t have the time.” also she just generally didn’t like him but that seemed a little cruel to say was the reason.
she hated crowds, she really never saw the appeal of a big party. all the noise and people made her dizzy; how was anyone supposed to think in a room like this? though how important was it for her to be thinking right now when she had already been drinking to get threw the night. she had found a comfortable couch she saw on her legs stretched out lazily across the comfortable couch. she was out of the way and praying the boy in her year who had been asking her to tutor him all month wasn’t going to find her in her one moment of solace. when she heard someone walking towards her couch she huffed slightly not looking to see who it was at first taking a sip of her drink. “this seat is taken-” she started before glancing over to see who it was and looked at the other person apologetically a slight blush rising to her cheeks. “sorry i was expecting it to be someone else. you’re company i don’t mind tonight if you want to join me.”
Tia rushed around the room, looking everywhere for one certain head. spotting it within seconds. Aha! “Nia! Nia! Niaaaaaa!” She clung to the girl’s arm, tugging her along. “You have to hide me. Somewhere, quick. Preferably a bathroom.” @crabbc
“the wrong way!” tia was mildly alarmed, but soon she was back on track connected to nia tightly. watching as the moved through the large, what one could only call mansion. “you’ve been here before?” it was a genuinely curious question, finally being concealed in the bathroom. she let out a long breath and her shoulders slumped. hiding her face against the girl’s shoulder. “i tripped. flat on my face.” there was large amounts of regret in her voice, eyes dazed over. she had the prowess for being clumsy in general, but drinking seemed to worsen it all. “I got some hufflepuff’s red wine all over me.” luckily, what she was wearing was black. so, the staining wasn’t the problem. she didn’t want to be seen in such..distress. “could you use a hot hair charm on it? i was going to try and do it myself, but it’s awkward and I don’t think my arm can bend behind my back that far.” was this problem actually of any importance? no, had she acted like it was? absolutely. she stuck her butt out at nia, giving her pleading puppy dog eyes.
“not often compared to some others but purebloods tend to party together.” she muttered awkwardly as her eyes scanned over the other girl assessing her for any real damage. her first thought had been someone had actually hurt her (and if that had been the case nia would have left that bathroom and handled it herself) but when tia explained it was just the win she sighed. “you scared me half to death over some spilled wine?” she could have just said something instead of scaring nia half to death. “i don’t get how you possibly managed to do this, im assuming your own alcohol played a role in it.” she said as she pulled her wand out and quickly waved it doing the spell with ease. she couldn’t help but grin seeing how successful the charm was, doing magic around tia was always fun since she never had to hold her skill back.
Tia rushed around the room, looking everywhere for one certain head. spotting it within seconds. Aha! “Nia! Nia! Niaaaaaa!” She clung to the girl’s arm, tugging her along. “You have to hide me. Somewhere, quick. Preferably a bathroom.” @crabbc
nia has been standing in the corner her seat having been taken by some snogging hufflepuff couple. she was leaned against the wall reading and feeling thankfully invisible when all of a sudden someone grabs her arm and pulls her along. she can’t help but splutter trying to find her words staring at tia in confusion. “okay, okay. i’ll hide you but we are going the wrong way.” she pulls tia in the opposite direction, up a stairwell (hopefully they are allowing guests up here. she only knows where this bathroom is from being here enough times growing up) and into a bathroom. “are you alright?”
virginia had been excited, for a few months her mother barely brought up the subject of marriage and she assumed that finally her parents recognized she had value outside of a marriage alliance. she now realized she had been an idiot. being told that cleon burke was being seriously considered as her betrothed shocked her dumb that night. it wasn’t that the idea of marrying cleon specifically was that horrible, but really the idea of marrying any man sounded terrible. she didn’t want to have anyone expecting things from her, she wanted to go on spontaneous research trips across the world for who knows how long. she didn’t want some man needing her at home sitting around waisting her mind. she had hoped the party could distract her, and if not then her book but she felt as if she carried the weight of the world on her shoulders. she was tired and for the first time in a long time she decided to drink. she generally didn’t like drinking, she enjoyed being in control of herself. she needed a break though and the only thing she thought could provide that was alcohol. she grabbed an expensive looking bottle of white wine (her personal drink of choice if she was drinking) and found somewhere to sit not paying attention to who was sitting there at first. after taking a sip straight from the bottle she finally looked over to see who it was, much to her dismay. “well, speak of the devil.”
the alcohol had been flowing all evening, and while he much preferred his potions, eric wasn’t about to pass up free and incredibly expensive liquor. he was sitting in the ballroom, surrounded by others and engaged in what he thought was a very engaging debate. “ I’m just saying–” he started, trying his best to explain the conundrum at hand. “merlin probably had a six pack in his youth.”
virginia hated drinking, it didn’t matter how expensive the liquor was. she hated feeling out of control, so she always stayed sober. she was sure her mother would be more then cross when she got wind that instead of participating in the party she was sitting in the corner reading an obscure arithmancy paper from a french arthimancer she had specially ordered. she had hoped she was invisible but when the other decided to start an (idiotic) debate she couldn’t help but smile. “i think we would need more data. we don’t know anything about his diet or activity level. also the beauty standards of the time may have made a six pack not desirable.” maybe her mother was right and it was better not to give her opinion, she had a feeling this was not the sort of response he was looking for.
( cis fem | she/her | natalia dyer ) —— isn’t that VIRGINIA CRABBE? yeah that is them, sitting there at the GRYFFINDOR table with those other FIFTH years. when sybill looks into that crystal ball of hers, she sees a child forgotten in the shadow of her brothers, the quiet determination to be better, the facade kept for her family, the constant fear of ending up like her mother, the flinch of someone expecting the abuse, a chalkboard in an abandoned classroom dedicated to complex arithmancy. anyway i’ve heard they’re pretty INTELLECTUAL, COMPASSIONATE, and COMPLICIT. apparently they’re a NEUTRAL and PUREBLOOD but i’m sure that’s not related. —— [ gigi : est : 20 : she/her ]
hello everyone i am so excited to bring her my bb nia!! this is kinda a hot mess intro but i hope you enjoy her and i am excited to plot with absolutely everyone!
virginia crabbe was a surprise to her family. the crabbe family already had four sons and the youngest was 6 when her mother became pregnant again. the pregnancy was a hard an dangerous one, by the end of mrs. crabbe’s pregnancy she ended up admitted to st. mungos. finally little virginia crabbe joined this world on a hot august morning. she was born with hypotonia (severe low muscle tone) which from the beginning her father used to justify his misogyny.
her parents from a young age heavily enforced their beliefs women were less than men. her purpose to their family was to marry a powerful pureblood her parents picked for her, and produce and heir. her academics were always second to her social standing and her opinion on things was always unwanted and unwarranted. nia learnt from an early age it was better to stay silent then deal with the abuse that came when she disagreed with her parents about these things.
nia was in and out of st. mungos most of her life for new treatments that were supposed to help her get stronger, or for treatment when she would get too sick. all her trips to the hospital lead to her love for books since she spent much less time then the average pureblood kid playing with their peers. from a young age she became interested is arithmancy when her father left his work in the hospital room he was staying in by accident. she fell in love with the consistency and the power of numbers and from a young age began studying it in her freetime to understand more.
you would think her father would be proud to have is only daughter interested in the subject he was. after all mr. vincent crabbe sr. was the head arithmancer for the ministry of magic and written many internationally acclaimed research papers, but he was bitter that it was his daughter that showed an interest in the subject not his sons. he felt a daughter in academics was a waste and attempted to discourage her every chance he could. his constant criticism only fueled her fire to prove herself, she decided if she could become better then her father her parents would have to love her (and wouldn’t be able to force her into being the submissive housewife her mother is)
because of this attitude nia was sorted into gryffindor (though she still doesn’t recognize that or understand it herself) in school she has always been the top student in class since she had usually read most of the textbooks before while in the hospital. so instead of studying what was going on in her classes she was always studying ahead. she was hardly ever found without some advanced textbook or a specially ordered book on an obscure textbook she and annotated full of notes. most of her professors (besides flying since she was medically excused from it) said she was one of the best witches in her class, if only her parents thought that.
her focus on academics at hogwarts had caused her social life to slip. she didn’t care if a student was a pureblood or muggleborn if they had intelligent conversation with her and she often didn’t have time for pureblood parties and social events with her study schedule. her parents felt she was a failure of a daughter and the real physical abuse started and became more frequent.
wanted connections (will make an actual page with these better written eventually but a quick little list): betrothed, study buddies, childhood friends, people she tutors, crushes, friends her parents don’t approve of, a bad influence
