Meme: FIVE WORD SENTENCE STARTERS.Status: Accepting.
“You look good in that necklace,” Eleanor commented. She broke the comfortable silence apart between them. Her words laced with intent— her gaze settled in the knot between a metallic chain and tangled hair. But, her attention shifted as the younger replied back.
Once processed, she sensed the laughter itching the back of her throat. It itched terribly. Her chest coiled because what a ludicrous assumption.
At such absurd situation, Eleanor took the opportunity to tease the naive Ravenclaw. The female stood. Once in front of the other, her spine bent and her hands reached for the knot. Once undone and separated the two, Eleanor rise her lips to reach the shell of the other’s ear.
“Take it as you will.” She whispered with a voice coaxed on honey. Her spine freed itself from the hunched position as she offered Yuna a closed smile. “Although, calling it flirting is a stretch.”
“but bro, i love you.”
“i’m amazing when i’m drunk.”
“i am a great person.”
“i want to sleep forever.”
“no homo, but that’s lit.”
“i’m sorry, i wasn’t listening.”
“are you flirting with me?”
“don’t you think that’s gay.”
“c'mon try to guess what.”
“don’t do that to me.”
“i didn’t think you’d care.”
“please stop losing your temper.”
“exactly, why are you awake?”
“i need some new friends.”
“don’t even think about it.”
“are you gonna stop me?”
“i’m a very neat monster.”
“fear is a powerful motivator.”
“babe, you look so cool!”
“you have so many scars.”
“you’re gonna leave me alone?”
“no, i’m not going to.”
“you’re not scared, are you?”
“it’s designed to scare you.”
“just checking up on you.”
“i am not a computer.”
“insufficient facts always invite danger”
“stay out of swinging range!”
“everyone shut up and focus!”
“have you seen these thighs?”
“this feels like a test.”
“you know i hate that.”
ellllllllllllll!! ( * excitable steps quicken at the sight of the raven beauty, although slightly staggered, given the state her head in. horribly bandaged, though sydney remains adamant on leaving it alone till her mother can treat her. ) i'm bACK! ( * not at all kicked out because i made a mess in my step-mom's studio!!! ) heh— ( * sydney beams once she stills in front of the girl ) y'miss me???
( ` Eleanor’s head remained grounded, facing downwards to the text in front. But, her attention doesn’t remain long at the female voice. ) Sydney? ( ` Her face retains its solemn nature before it morphs into concern at the sight of a bandaged head. ) Missing would be an overstatement. But— ( ` She pauses as she inclines to take the other’s hand ) the lack of your presence was very noticeable. Regardless of that, come. Let me bandage you that properly.
The first time she tried—her feet ached, her fingers cramped. Her mother sighed, disappointment evident on her face. The second time she tried—her lips were drenched with bile and lies. Her expression crinkled, distaste settled in her words. The third time she tried—her stomach was hollow and blood spilled to the carpet. Her legs crossed, an evident displeasure sank into her wrinkles. The fourth time she tried—a hint of blue ignites through the empty living room. A blue jay crinkles in the air.
It matched with the living room made of cream, furnished with white and spurred with gold. It seemingly enhanced the warmth. But, in the young girl’s eyes, the room turned paler. Because she realized that her blue jay was a lie. The bird known for mimicking hawk sounds was mimicking a happy memory. A memory she created in her slumber with desperate tears. It was a hallucination where her mother built her confidence and molded into pride. The words of “good job” and “as expected” resonated. Even if she knew it was a deception, she swallowed it like a pill. That way, even if temporarily, her blue jay could fly for longer. Since that moment, Eleanor mixed reality with illusions.
But, times have changed and so has she.
She now stands in a room filled with moving hearts. The pieces are running and soaring. Each one containing a radiance, a light everyone basked on. Her eyes wander back to her wand. Doubt festers within her. It burns her lungs and makes her heart leap to her throat.
Her eyes flutter shut as her mind wanders through a section of pictures. The pictures were a representation of valuable memories. They were made to be unmoving because she has grown afraid to relive them. Because if her heart relished for too long, what would be left behind? Only memories she wishes to set ablaze, where ashes remain. But, her mind hasn’t been able to and lead her to only relive certain memories.
However, with the objective of a Patronus, Eleanor sheds her fears and turns into a time traveler. Knowing her heart would partake a place beside her mind, she leaps into another realm for a moment.
She is taken to a place made of fresh coffee, flying particles of dust, and honey-colored shades. She is no longer wearing her robes as she now has a white dress. Beside her, there’s a girl whose smile tells her stories and is wearing a gold dress. (Funny enough, they were the same shade of her living room).
“Eleanor,” The saccharine tone fractures the silence. She sees how the other’s head shifts upwards. “As your best friend, there is something I really need you to know.”
Despite knowing what she will say, Eleanor’s expression tells another story. Because it was exciting and heart-warming. It made this moment feel more real. The idea of delving reality into fantasy seemed a far-away past.
Her fingers tap on the armrest. “That something is?” A smile rims in middle of her inquiry. Her eyes searching for a similar pair. Before they do, she watches how the sun adorns the curves of her friend’s face. How it creates a shadow and hides pieces of her. Almost as if those pieces were waiting to unveil something. But, once she turns and their eyes meet, Eleanor realizes what was uncovered.
“I’m very proud of you.” She says with glee. For a brief moment, the girl doubts. Almost if her mind was read, the other bursts into a laugh in an attempt of reassurance. “The amount of pride I have for you is endless.” Her hands reach for hers. In that moment, where their fingers lace, this is the resolution she searched for.
It was the one she was eager to achieve with her mother. The one she craved for. Her insatiable need to have someone voice a sincere emotion of pride and elation finally satisfied. It fills up her lungs and brushes them with oxygen over and over because that alive she was feeling.
Before she notices, the young Ravenclaw is back with her robes, nestled amongst the animal-shaped lights. She flicks her wand. “Expecto Patronum!” She chides into the air as light spills from the edge. The form of a Hippogriff takes the space in front of her. Her lips twitch upwards.
At that moment where arrogance swells in her chest, she laughs as her gaze settles on it. “Finally.”
The hippogriff is a proud and dangerous creature. They are half eagle, half horse, the offspring of a horse and griffin. If your Patronus is a hippogriff, you likely have a demeanor that commands respect or else. You’ve been known to fiercely defend those you’re loyal to and lash out at those who don’t earn your respect. At the same time, you are capable of growing to love former enemies – after a bloody battle.
Those with this unusual patronus are truly unique in character. People with the Hippogriff are fiercely loyal to those who earn their trust, often willing to go the extra mile for those who they care for. If you have a friend with the Hippogriff it is likely they are the most Loyal to you above all others. Those with the Hippogriff patronus are often very proud and self-assured. They do not forgive insults easily. Occasionally this pride can drift into arrogance and cause friction with those around you. The characteristic which makes it so rare to find people with the Hippogriff is the large heart. Not many people have such a large loving heart as those with this patronus, something very special indeed.
Eleanor thought her day wouldn’t be climactic, but it seems the boy colored yellow would challenge that. Her first reaction was surprising. After all, Lucas always seemed more gentle than brave-hearted. She pondered slightly, thoughts running. But, she decided to take a leap that her friend would surely have mixed emotions about. Her somber expression wore off. Instead, she radiated with the smile that characterized the Gryffindor very well.
“I thought you would never ask. Sure, lets get married.” Her tone was high-pitched, colored with glee. Although, the Ravenclaw’s excitement was somewhere amusement laid.
Love: An intense feeling of appreciation, can be nice but it’s not a necessity.
She was nestled in the potions room, attention drifting somewhere between the sky and the ground. Her thoughts fleeting as there was a new-found emotion blooming in the depths of her heart. She wondered if this was what people felt when they talked about love. Elation flooded her chest, butterflies skittered in the pit of her stomach. As if fate gifted her luck, the Ravenclaw caught sight of the older male walking in the hallways.
Her hands grasped the books and slung them beneath her arm’s wing. Her feet quick to catch the other. As if her emotions weren’t able to repress themselves, the younger girl can’t help but smile. Her cheeks tinted with a light shade of pink.
“Hey Alec,” She called out softly, tongue slathered with sugar. Bashfulness dictated her actions as her fingers lingered around the tips of her hair.
- ̗̀ ☆ — the brave of heart not so… brave / @creleanor
most things came naturally to the gryffindor, he wasn’t exactly sure why they did, but they did. however that being said not everything came so naturally to him, especially asking pretty girls to school dances. he’d run through the speech he’d pretty much up there and then on the spot, forgetting words and getting angry at himself because what he had originally thought of was actually really good.
he was getting to the point he was beginning to look a lot less confident and a lot more like an idiot who was more than likely going to fumble over his words. that almost never happened.
what he needed was liquid confidence and fast. he had the right mind to text dane to see if he had any, but that would have been a miracle. the more he thought about his situation the more he started to realise he was just over-reacting. deep down he knew he’d never be able to live it down if he made an idiot of himself in front of a girl (not that he didn’t do that almost daily). instead he did the best he could with swallowing his nerves, gave himself a lame pep talk and confidently walked into the library where he knew she was.
tapping her on the shoulder he flashed her a bright smile, tilting his head to the side. “eleanor” he began “im taking you to the valentines dance and i wont have no for an answer”
Eleanor held little to no regard to the Valentine’s Day dance. It may stem from the female’s ideas about romance. One of the most prominent being her lack of faith in the said concept. Regardless, she lets such thoughts dissipate in the air filtered with cheap perfume succumbed to the wisps of acid. Which, it only left the remains of indifference.
The upcoming weeks were not surprising. The halls were clustered with proposals, each one becoming sweeter. Saccharine dripped from every corridor—shaded cheeks, curved dimples, golden laughter. Despite Eleanor’s enthusiasm didn’t match her atmosphere, her lips split into a smile.
However, the smile simply reflects empathy because she had no intention of going. But, the decision is twisted by Alec’s hands.
Her eyes scan the book in front. A breathy sigh vibrating as she lingers in her own realm. Yet, she is pulled back once the silence is fragmented. Her head turns slightly, a contorted expression. Before being able to question the older’s intentions, they are spilled in the space between them. The room is suddenly filled with Alec as she notices gazes shift their direction. Eleanor ponders, a pivotal hum expressing her thoughts. But, her face shifts and matches his.
“Is that so?” Her inquiry deliberately slow, bouncing with mischievous energy. “Then, take a never for an answer.” Her tone alters, her usual seldom nature back. Yet, if he knew her well enough, he would realize how her words were sewn with playfulness.
there’s a glimpse in his gaze when he replies. the jovial mood he was carrying heightened. it seemed the stars settled in his eyes as the excitement he felt couldn’t be contained. even with the other’s hostile treatment, peter grows smug. a toothy grin creases his cheeks.
❝ woah, it works! ❞ his eyes widen before dissipating the ravenclaw’s confusion. ❝ someone told me if i said titanic, it would be a good icebreaker! seeing you replied to me, it seems to be the case! ❞
There’s something nerving about the younger boy. She knew he would pull some sort of stunt. It seemed that the boy was going beyond her expectations, but plummeted them. This was one of the few things that she didn’t craft her thoughts. Despite the desire to scoff, Eleanor can’t help but offer a smile. A thin smile graced her lips, a waning moon.
Her head shaking slightly in disapproval, “Really Peter? Is that the reason you came to bother me?” She questions before having a change of heart. She nodded vehemently with an expression that said enough, knowing the male will take her words without consideration. “Yes, it’s a great icebreaker. I’m sure it will work perfectly.”
"Who was the boy, or the boys? Who asked for my information?"
Eleanor stifled a laugh hearing Percy’s question. It’s somewhere between amusement and amazement. She isn’t sure at that moment which one. However, the girl huffs and gives him a lopsided smile. “Percy, I’m not sure if you want to meet these boys.” She muses first.
“One of them is Peter Park, a walking disaster. Others are Ravenclaw boys asking me if you were new around. You surely make a pretty girl.” Her last statement is playful, restraining her chuckle. “If you are interested, I can pass the message.”
"hey eleanor!" the other chirps, pivoting to a seat beside her. "titanic."
eleanor didn’t dislike peter. she just found him annoying.
there was something daunting by the way he screeched across the halls. it seemed the boy wouldn’t let her rest as she hears him call her. her head flicks to the side as a sign of acknowledgement. as she hears him continue, confusion dawns on her. her expression contorting— furrowed eyebrows, creased forehead and pursued lips.
“what?” the dulcet tone she usually exerts is nowhere to be seen. her arms crossing as she waits for the gryffindor’s explanation.
if there was anything that alec hated more than bullies or being bored, it was being bored AND being stuck inside because the sudden downpour was far to heavy to even think about going outside. not that it had ever stopped him before, he just didnt want to have to dry himself off. or be dragged by the ear by one of the teachers because they’d already told him to stay inside.
instead he’d found his way to the library courtesy of his wondering feet. there was just something about wondering around aimlessly in search of something fun to do that made him go to different and random places that he might not usually be found, the library being one of those places in particular. he almost never went to the library unless he really had to.
he lets out a loud huff, eyes scanning round the library in search of something to do and someone that he knew who he could sit with. he really was that bored.
eventually his eyes land on a familiar face, one that he had not seen properly in sometime. a wide grin spreads across his lips as he ventures over. coming up from behind his hands find themselves slipping over her eyes, leaning in to whisper “ guess who ” with a chuckle following after. he loved playing games and it was way more fun to tease eleanor, even if she looked busy with her studying – he was soon going to change that.
There was something comforting about the rain. Seeing how the sky turned obscure— the monochrome shades settling in with filled-up clouds. It was a setting that brought melancholy and that may be the reason why Eleanor liked it. It seemed the castle was daunted by the weather as the mood was rather dampened. Hence, the Ravenclaw takes the opportunity to venture out of her common room and head to the library.
Relief washes over her seeing how empty the place was. Eleanor rushes through the cluttered shelves—her finger skimming through the forged spines of the books. Pulling out the necessary books to finish her charms homework, she settles in front of a window. She indulges in the sound of the soft pattering. But, it seems to be a mistake on her place as she gets infected. The nostalgia surges, it runs with heaved steps through her body. Her mind already transported her somewhere between the sky and the ground.
However, her trail of thoughts is interrupted by a pair of hands in her eyes. Once drawn to reality, she tastes the change in the air. It was brighter now and made her heart a bit lighter. His words cause her to jump into the small seat. Yet, the surprise simmers down quickly as Eleanor refuses to humor the other especially being Alec. Her forehead creases, her eyebrows furrow, her lips press into a thin line.
“Alec,” She calls him out, a dry tone exiting between breaths. “If it is entertainment what you want, I’m sure your common room is a better place to be than here bothering me.”
Eleanor felt guilt, a big sense of it. It succumbed in a place where the girl bore compassion. It was caused by how the other crippled under the breath of winter. Her ashen expression, her quivering feet, and her strained voice. Despite the other’s well-honed pride, Eleanor’s hands are already moving. Her fingers grasping Astrid’s arms to return them to the castle. Her mind rumbles a bit, telling her why should she care for this companion, of this acquaintance. But, oh does she know. She knows that even when they shared their differences; it was okay because they got along and that is what mattered the most.
Yet, it is no long till Astrid’s words return her to reality. Despite wanting to look poker-faced, Eleanor isn’t able to repress her expression from splitting. There is a softer look—bright eyes and a lopsided smile. Laughter follows, the sound is clear. “Why are you telling me? You should tell one of your followers to.” Amusement lingers in her tongue as she flees. Yet, it is not the last time they see each other and Eleanor makes sure of that.
Her hand clenches a cup of tea, steam muffled in the air. Once facing Astrid, she extends the hot beverage. The same expression that told the younger a few hours returns. But, this time, it was warmer as if her usual strength is stripped and left a tender expression.
“Here, the tea you wanted for accompanying me to see the snow.”
“That’s the dumbest looking snowman I’ve ever seen.”
“It’s SO COLD!”
“Here, take my jacket.”
“This weather is depressing.”
“I’m not sure we’re going to be able to go anywhere today.”
“Would you like to build a snowman?”
“Whatever happened to global warming?”
“It’s a winter wonderland!”
“I love the long nights.”
“I hate winter.”
“You need a pair of sunglasses today.”
“Do we have any eggnog?”
“Let’s exchange presents!”
“Looks like a night for alcohol.”
“Are you drunk?”
“I need some soup.”
“I made you some hot chocolate.”
“Layers of blankets are needed here.”
“I’m not getting out of bed today.”
“Look at all the snow!”
“What’s the temperature outside?”
“Tea is what’s needed here.”
“The holidays are overrated.”
“Light the candles!”
“Is all this really necessary?”
“You’re drunk already, obviously.”
“I’m not going to the party. I’d rather stay home and sleep.”
“Hey, 2017 didn’t kill me. I call that an accomplishment.”
“I don’t care about the new year. I’m going to bed.”
“That’s a little too much glitter.”
“Here’s hoping the new year is better than the last.”
“New year, new me.”
“The stars are prettier than the fireworks.”
“Just you, me, and a couple of silly hats. What do you say?”
“I just want to go to bed early tonight. Does that make me old?”
“Does anyone know the words to Auld Lang Syne?”
“This was a shitty year. 2018 will be a shitty year. This is nothing new to me.”
“You didn’t bring date to the party, did you? Because I need someone to kiss at midnight.”
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