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Alma Lee, 2nd Upper Year Ravenclaw

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do you play quidditch? cause i swear you're a keeper

She places her glass of pumpkin juice down on the table as she reads the words on yet another anonymous message. “Lamest pick up line in the book,” she ends up musing out loud, once again giving the ripped piece of parchment the same fate as all others: crumpling the poor thing into a ball and tossing it far away from her. 

These were honestly starting to get out of hand.

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Just so you know, you make me go MAMAMIA when you walk by

She cocks her head to a side as she looks at the message scribbled on the piece of paper that dropped in front of her, her eyebrow raising shortly after reading. “Well that’s odd… I never knew Super Mario attended Hogwarts.”

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☾ — Melodia Dell’Anima 

Alma has a bit of a peculiar taste in music, it’s not the most diverse, be it in genre or even artists. Most of these songs help her focus, the rhythm of all of thems lulling her into her most neutral state while most lyrics present in these end up “hitting home” one can say. Definitely not the happiest of the jams, but then again she isn't the cheeriest cheerio in the box, now is she?

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▸too much to ask for

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Despite what most may assume about her, Alma tends to follow most rules in Hogwarts, especially the ones related to curfews and restricted areas. Breaking them just goes against what is her definition of ideal behaviour. But alas exceptions occur.

She had lost track of time, cornered in one of the smallest tables of the three broomsticks, too far from any window to have noticed the sun go down.

It wasn’t the first time she had decided to spend an afternoon drinking by herself. Some days she was the only company she could rely on. When problems piled up and thoughts needed to be dealt it, there was no one in her very short list of confidants that could help with that task. 

Whether Firewhisky had been the best choice or not, it’d be something she’d only figure out once the sun rose. She could really feel the already somewhat familiar burning sensation that came with getting drunk on it, though that was by far the less anoying of the consequences of that beverage. The blind boldness was the tricky one.

The train back to Hogwarts was more or less empty - she had checked it herself, as she wobbled down the hallways of it, peeking into the cabins. What a shame, she thought to herself, she was looking forward to get to pick on someone just to make the ride less boring. Alma had almost given up, flopping down on one of the horribly-patterned seats with a mild pout when she suddenly saw him.

She knew who he was, obviously, but then again, who didn’t. The fourth upper year slytherin with a nice face, as she called him in her head since names were never the thing she remembered about people. 

When he got close enough she immediately got up - an unwise decision since the state of inebriation almost knocked her against the window - and running her fingers through her hair she boldly approached him with the words “Is it too much to ask for,” she paused to quickly regain her balance after a small sway from the train. “Can i put my lips on your skin?” 

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ok so.. because everytime i open the ims tumblr decides to lag like hell, i think it’s easier to do it like this... who do i own starters to??? i’m so sorry for not keeping track but i wrote on a post-it and lost it (good job m8)

and also.. since i’ve seen a lot of these and find them funny.. feel free to send a song and i’ll write a starter about it - i’ll try to follow what we’ve more or less plotted as interactions based on the vibe, title or specific lyric of the song.. if we never planned anything i’ll do my best to creep base myself on your previous posts and about pages to try to lineup something cool enough (fingers crossed)

also i swear i won't always necessarily make her mean, she's just a little prissy virgo with a narcissitic personality but she can sometimes behave neutral enough.. please give her a go

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A few clues had suggested that he’d been awake for a short time now, the ‘puff gnawed at his cheek nervously, wide eyed because he can’t remember the last time he’s interacted with her in an insignificant way, in a classroom full of fellow birds and badgers, or.. no, that’s likely it. they don’t exactly share a friendship circle, all things considered. He couldn’t help but wonder why, she was still here- that question may never get answered because he isn’t about to make it audible. Somethings were definitely better kept to himself.

“I’m hoping my fall was the least significant part,” he rubbed at his neck sheepishly, sighing. “The game itself is much more exciting you ask me. Or else we wouldn’t all go watch it.” Yes, downplay what happened, because pretending that it never happened or that it was not a life defining event of mortification would perhaps make him believe that it was possibly true. This is not the way he wanted to go down in history. (No, he’s not really going down in history. He’s exaggerating.) “Just a few more days and I’ll be as good as new, nearly.” A few weird cricks and pops might be a symptom for a while, but nothing long-term.

“No, feel free. What’s mine is yours,” he nervously laughed. There were not that many things by his bedside, only a few sweets and snacks left behind by a few friendly visitors. None that left Orion awkward in a way like this - honestly, it’s true - he really cannot think of a time where the two of them were alone in a room, coerced into having a conversation out of silence being the greater of two evils. “I haven’t had much luck.” Nose wrinkling, he’s not eager to take another, his eyes still following her movements and form. Knowing her, Alma would likely get a winner. “Take your pick.” 

In a swift movement she picks up a red-ish coloured bean and takes her time looking at it. It could be any flavour really, from cinnamon, to strawberry to sriracha, but at least it wouldn’t be grass or dust - she still hasn’t recovered from the gut-punch-like experience those had been. It hardly ever crosses her mind that ear wax or skunk spray are also options anyway. Regardless, it is With a small shrug she puts the bean in her mouth, chewing it quickly just in case.

Thankfully it wasn’t anything unpleasant. It can only be described as comical how eating one of those beans represents the most daunting thing in her life. “Strawberry. Nice,” she mumbles after, looking down at the box in search of her next victim. “I honestly think your fall will be something all students will comment for a while. But hey, at least it brings you popularity points.” Her conversational tone is a surprise even to her own ears, it really wasn’t a common thing for her to linger around a Hufflepuff student for so long - let alone for small chit-chat. 

“Say...” she begins, taking a second bean from the box and inspecting it in the light seeping in through the windows - that definitely needed some cleaning, she couldn’t help but notice. “You sit behind me in charms, don’t you?” It was a lucky guess, really, she hardly ever acknowledged the ones around her in classes. 

Biting down the bean she smiles for a fraction of second. Grape. One of her favourites. “So far this box has been nothing but pleasant, you should take one,” she tilts the box towards the boy mentally asking herself just what in the world was she doing. Since when are you nice, Lee?.

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“Um, yes, me.” His lips pursed, barely able to express a fraction of what he wanted to say. But what do you say to someone you don’t really know, yet you know? The familiarity was a blur, but only due to the many years of having been in the same year, bodies upon the same classes and nothing more. Watching her play Quidditch from afar, surely. “Congratulations on the game, I suppose.” Of all things to say, Orion mentally scolded himself, sighing inwardly as his fingers played with the sheets of the bed. 

She couldn’t keep her lips from twisting a bit at the ends in a small smile as the other gawked at her. It was something she loved - she did crave attention after all, and reactions of this level whenever she entered a room never failed to stroke her ego.·

Alma leans a bit over the bed, resting a hand on the metal frame at its end and absentimindedly drumming the tip of her nails against it.·“Thank you,” she answers curtly.·“It was quite the eventful one, I guess.” Her gaze quickly sweeps over his figure in a quick assessment of his condition.·“You seem to have recovered well. That’s good.” It wasn’t that she was too particularly worried he’d be broken beyond repair, after all, quidditch players had fallen off far higher heights and still managed to be patched up back to normal. It just was the most humane thing to comment.

A small box of all flavour beans on the bedside table peaks her interest and in quick steps she makes her way to it, neverminding what her sudden approach to the boy could be doing to him. She picks up the box and peeks inside, the colours left didn’t seem too meaning.·“You mind if I take one?” she asks without so much averting her gaze towards Orion.

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I love you. So now you know.

Alma looks at the unsigned, quickly scribbled message and heaves out a small sigh with a shake of her head. “The worst about fanmail is that they never have the guts to sign it,” she mumbles prior to simply crumpling the small piece of parchment into a ball and tossing it over out the window. One of these days she’d get in trouble for littering, but for now, nobody could actualy prove she’d been the one who threw it.

With a shrug she returns to the extrenuous task of memorizing yet another potion before her grade went down a notch. Quidditch had been keeping her mind off of it for a while, but it had been for a good cause anyway.

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#egoisticsoul on hooter:

She isn’t the most active on the platform, but when she is, most she does is post lyrics from songs she’s been listening to, very random photos of details that happen to catch her eye that day and, of course, photos of her pet owl, Elara. Any actual photo of her face is mere courtesy of Rushi (@ blacktinkerbell).

As for original written content... You can bet she’s simply venting out her frustations about the most absurd things (with typos), it’s better to ignore if you can.

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She’d heard of it, like most students had. A hufflepuff had decided to do a random gravity check from the bleachers mid game. She had honestly been too focused on what happening before her, batting those nasty bludgers away and trying to keep them out of the Seeker’s path to even acknowledge such an event. It was a good thing the student had survived, and honestly, it might've provided just the perfect amount of distraction that allowed Ravenclaw to win, perhaps she should be thankful for it. It is based on those reasons, and because it was the least she could do - as the politeness-lead protocol she still based her life on, regardless of what she would really rather do, would have it - she decided to pay the person a visit.

Just like it always happens, her presence is announced by the sound of her heels clicking against the stone floor, the high ceilings helping to boost the sound as an echo. She quickly makes her way towards the only bed occupied and as she sees who is the guy sitting up on it, her eyebrows raise just a notch. “Oh...You,” she says in her usual indifferent tone, as if that could explain much.

She’d be lying if she said she didn’t know who he was. His face had been somewhat of a constant figure that composed the picture that was the background of her days. His name kept slipping her mind however, but then again, most people’s did.

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(* Tackles Alma from the back.) WE WON!! WE WON!!!

She stumbles forward as the boy latches onto her back, her head still spinning from breathlessness and the overall noise around. “We did!” She comments out loud with an unsure smile, a small chuckle following suit. An odd occurance even to her own ears. 

“I can’t believe this! But also…” she pauses, her expression suddenly taking a 180º turn from cheery to the usual stoic one as she attempts to shrug the boy off her back. “GET OFF ME YOU PUNK!” She watches the boy then run off cheering for the house, and she shakes her head, trying to play cool as the smile returns to her lips.

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FINAL RESULT

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SLYTHERIN V RAVENCLAW

Peter: ( slams his hands on the table as he stands up ) Look at them go! The Seekers really going for it! I wonder if there’s gonna be a collision like the last match. And did you see that Hufflepuff toppling over from the stands?! TRAGIC.

Cecil: I sure hope he’s okay… Let’s check on him after the match… ( nods )

Peter: LOOK, LOOK IN THE CLOUDS!! ( points obnoxiously )

Peter: Seems like… the blue and silver are coming through with another victory! ( pauses ) Hey, man though. Where the heck is this kinda success for Gryffindor? We were robbed, I tell you. ROBBED–

Cecil: With a score of… 15 to 160, the victory here goes to Ravenclaw. Good job, Slytherin!

CONGRATULATIONS TO RAVENCLAW.

Good job to both teams and their hardworking players! Get some rest! We hope you all had fun and will join us again for any future matches and other games!

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FINAL RESULT

HUFFLEPUFF V RAVENCLAW

Cecil: This was a really intense match!

Peter: That’s right my badger friend, but what it looks like is… ( whips his head towards the mic dramatically ) CAW CAW CAW! ( begins to rise from his seat and flap his arms like a bird ) Ravenclaw is victorious with their snatch of the snitch!

Cecil: Seems so! Good game, everyone. Ending with a score of 30 to 145!

Peter: Get it. It kind of rhymed. Snatched the Snitc– ( the mic squeals as it’s obviously taken away from Peter )

CONGRATULATIONS TO RAVENCLAW.

And a wonderful job to both teams for participating in our first ever match. We hope you all had fun and will join us again for any future matches and making it an enjoyable experience for all. :)

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🦉✉ ➝ To: Alma, A smile would light up your features far better than a frown, it's a shame to always see such a beautiful face twisted into discontempt.

She blinks quickly as the letter is dropped on her hands by one of the service owls. Alma was not one to get correspondence often - if any at all. It got to a point that her owl, Elara, was really just a pet rather than a mail delivering bird.

Her eyes quickly scan the words written on the parchment addressed to her and a frown immediately takes over her features, being followed by a huff as she crumples the paper into a ball and throws it away. “Some students really have too much time in their hands,” she mumbles to herself, shaking her hair behind her shoulder before returning to the book she was reading.

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