little yellow bird

[crxavis]

still alive out here?

[crxcas]

— noctivagus.

[crxavis]

@crxcas​ :

“where are we going this time?” he asks, dark eyes curious. this wasn’t their first midnight outing, but he was sure that it would bring along a whole new adventure. his brows raise at the mention of something to see. “are you going to tell me what it is?” he asks as he starts following after the younger. “or am i going to have to wait and see?”

entering the black lake passage is easy. if you’re the ones who discovered it, of course. well, discovered is an operative word. whoever built it originally must have known it was there - but on all maps of the school’s secret passages that avis and cas have ever been able to uncover, the tunnel has never been marked or even mentioned. so as far as they know, they’re the first to use it since its inception. “oh cas.” she says, in a very avis way. there really is no better way to describe it. somehow she’s able to load the two words with sarcasm without a shred of condescension. “you know i love a good waiting game. i always win.” she motions for him to follow her, hiking her bag higher up on her shoulder. they walk soundlessly next to each other in the direction of the entrance to the slytherin common room. as they near the door of the boys’ bathroom, avis quickens her pace and ducks inside with cas close behind her. “lumos.” avis whispers. her wand tip ignites, the soft white light tosses the room into shadow and avis makes a beeline for the third stall on the left and squeezes inside. “this place just keeps getting smaller doesn’t it cas?” she whisper/yells behind her shoulder as she taps a familiar sequence on the stone with her lit wand. impossibly, the stone wall just behind the toilet seems to melt away and avis slides between the toilet pipes and the wall and into the darkness. the wall materializes again behind them as the musty lake air hits her nostrils, the scent is more familiar than gross now and she breathes in deep. the tunnels dimensions are still pretty comfortable for avis even though she’s grown considerably since they discovered it. being short has its perks. with the wall safely sealed behind them avis turns toward cas in the tunnel, eyes alight with mischief, “i have so much to tell you but we need to hurry. walk and talk castor. walk and talk.”

[crxavis]

* relationships plot call *

first of all HI and thanks so much for the ridiculously wonderful welcome and the great threads that i’ve already started with a few of you outstanding people! i can’t wait to have even more going :) 

this is a plot call for avis’s relationship-type plots/connections! there are some that are very central parts of her character and some that are just super fun. so here’s the plot page!

like this post if you wanna discuss/plot with avis :) dm me if you’re serious about one of the plots on the page. 

can’t wait to hear from ya ;) 

[crxavis]

HEY HEY HEY OOC POST

i am soooo sorry i’ve been completely awol for the past week!! i’m working at a summer camp this summer and it has been way more time consuming than i originally imagined but i haven’t forgotten about you guys! i’ll be back soooon ❤️❤️❤️

[crxcas]

— noctivagus.

[crxavis]

(with @crxcas)

@crxcas :

… speaking of avis, when castor arrives at the stairwell, the gryffindor girl is nowhere in sight. the ravenclaw looks up from his book to scan the general area, but comes up empty. he shrugs at the fact—it’s not the first time that he’d made it to their meeting place first, it certainly wouldn’t be the last—and strolls over to the nearest wall. dropping the bag of treats to his feet, he leans himself against the wall in waiting and continues to read. before he really delves back into the storyline he has before him, he quickly types out a text to the girl. “waiting,” he mutters softly before hitting send. with that done, he goes back to his book and makes another note.

the screen of her owlphone lights up across the room and avis swears audibly, “it’s 11:50 cas, jesus christ.” she mutters under her breath. he was almost always like this so she didn’t know why she was surprised but she was still standing in her dark dormitory, half-dressed. he’d have to just sit his happy ass down on the stairs and wait until the scheduled time. 

tonight, was going to be a fun night. she throws a ponytail holder on her wrist absentmindedly as she pulls on a pair of black jeans. she couldn’t wait to show castor what she had discovered with rowan. of course the older girl has no idea that avis is sneaking out to the forest again. avis had promised rowan that she would let it go , and she would - just not yet. the familiar feeling of adrenaline coursing through her veins was giving her goosebumps as it travelled through her body. avis thrives on danger, even just the small sneaking out kind of danger. she checks her outfit in the mirror (she could barely see it because the only light in the room is soft white moonlight streaming in from the big window but a girl has to try.) before grabbing her small black backpack, stopping briefly to send a quick text to cas (“it’s not even midnight literally chill. i’m coming”) and heading stealthily down the staircase, into the common room, and out the portrait hole. 

when she reaches the west stairwell she sees him leaning against the wall with his nose in a book. the taller boy is clearly visible. “you need to work on your cloaking spells cas.” she whispers from a few feet away. her voice floating just above the buzzing of her own muffliato charm. avis smiles as he looks up from his book and down at her. “let’s take the black lake passage.” she grins even wider. “i’ve got something to show you.”

[crxavis]

head over broomstick (with @crmalcolm)

@crmalcolm

... “he’s a good dude—just don’t play with your food too much.”

avis clearly knows how easily manipulated he can be; with a single compliment, he’s beaming and stretching his arms over his head. “oh yeah? good. i’ve taught you well.” malcolm mimes wiping a single tear from his eye. “and you’ll always be my chaotic baby lion friend.”

“try twelve.” she scoffed lightheartedly, “and that’s before breakfast.” avis began to fix her messy hair. by fix she meant make it slightly less bed head, slightly more sex hair. it was the look for today because she couldn’t have been bothered to brush it this morning. it worked for her. 

“oh malcolm. if you ever think that i will be saying ‘i told you so.’ to anyone, you’re going to be waiting until the weird sister’s release their album.” that was some a-class shade right there. the weird sisters had been talking about their “new music” since dumbledore had literally been a student at hogwarts avis was pretty sure. it was just, not gonna happen. “plus, i can take a horde of angry girls.” avis talked a lot of shit for someone who would cry if malcolm was disappointed in her. but then again, he was malcolm. basically her best friend. her big brother. his opinion mattered. more than she would ever be willing to admit. 

avis took a small bow when he addressed her with the proper amount of respect. wise master, was something she could get used to hearing coming from malcolm. she daydreamed up a beautiful scenario in which she was queen and malcolm constantly had to listen to her tell HIM “i told you so” while he addressed her as “master avis, queen of all things.” it was nice. 

“pity, you know i dearly love to play.” the scheming gleam was back in her eyes. she was going to try her damnedest to get alec to want her. it was a game now. and avis rarely lost. 

“chaotic baby lion friend?” avis nearly teared up at the table. this was too much for so early. “that is.. malcolm, this is the cutest thing you’ve ever said to me. this is a friendship landmark. this is hooter worthy.” she stood immediately to run around the edge of the table and attack him with a hug where she stayed attached like a little love leech. “can we go fly?” she asked when she finally let go of her (kind of disgruntled, but he was used to her displays of affection) friend. “pretty pleeeeaaseeeeeeee???”

[crxavis]

* relationships plot call *

first of all HI and thanks so much for the ridiculously wonderful welcome and the great threads that i’ve already started with a few of you outstanding people! i can’t wait to have even more going :) 

this is a plot call for avis’s relationship-type plots/connections! there are some that are very central parts of her character and some that are just super fun. so here’s the plot page!

like this post if you wanna discuss/plot with avis :) dm me if you’re serious about one of the plots on the page. 

can’t wait to hear from ya ;) 

[crxavis]

✍ ☕

from here (open)

✍ ☕

both answered here

[crxavis]

☆

from here (open)

☆ : of the sun, stars, and the moon, which is your muse’s favorite?

the moon is a friend of avis’s. she sits by the window at night to tell it her stories and she knows it listens to her. it holds her close when she is feeling inquisitive. the stars are avis’s playmates, bright points of light. mischievous and ever-multiplying. they are there, chiding her forward through every adventure. 

but the sun. the sun is her constant companion. the sun has made its home inside her chest and everyone who enters her sphere of influence can feel its warmth. even in her darkest days she carries the brightest star like a torch. it has been by her side for as long as she can remember. she is a ray of light.

[crxavis]

☕☺

from here (open)

☕ : does your muse prefer coffee or tea?

answered here

☺ : what is your muse’s smile like? do they smile often?

avis has many smiles. and every single one of them could melt your heart. she has a smile that lights up her face like a sunrise. it starts slow and steady before bursting through her eyes, like the sun poking its fiery head over mountain peaks, usually accompanied by a joyful laugh. she has a smile that tickles the corners of her mouth when she’s thinking about someone she loves. (this one is most akin to opening a window right after it rains. it’s fresh and subtle. there may even be a rainbow if you look close enough.) she has a marauder’s smile, a downright beautiful, rotten, i-solemnly-swear-that-i-am-up-to-no-good smile - caution : it’s contagious. stick around her too long and you’ll find yourself in some intoxicatingly dangerous situations. and last but not least, the soft, sweet, listening smile. her resting face when she’s the most content. sitting across from her dearest friends, the one she wears at dinner when malcolm is telling her all about his day. the one that plays on her lips when her head is in aurora’s lap on a sunny day, sitting by the black lake. 

[crxavis]

🏨

from here (open)

🏨  : how well does your muse sleep?

answered here

[crxavis]

🏨

from here (open)

🏨  : how well does your muse sleep?

avis scrunched up her nose at this question, thinking. “i sleep well. when i choose to.” her face morphed into a wide smile and a laughed escaped from her chest. “i love mornings, but i love nights too. oh and the middle of the day! oddly enough not having much sleep never tends to dampen my mood unless it’s been six weeks or something absolutely ridiculous.” avis says, taking another sip of the iced latte in her hand. 

[crxavis]

☕, ✍

from here (open)

☕ : does your muse prefer coffee or tea?

caffeine floods her veins and she smiles mischievously. “tea.” she says shortly, clutching her cappuccino for dear life. “okay, well i used to be a tea person, but then…” avis stares lovingly into her coffee mug. “love is unexplainable. it knows no bounds, it never asks why. it is just home.” she begins to tear up as she takes another sip. “have you ever been in love before?”

✍ : what is your muse’s handwriting like? is it neat? sloppy? fancy?

answered here

[crxavis]

✍

from here (open)

✍ : what is your muse’s handwriting like? is it neat? sloppy? fancy?

avis begins to write. the letters spill from her pen much the same way that words tumble out of her lips. quickly and all at once but clear. they line themselves up, not perfectly crafted but still perfectly legible. her signature is an unmistakable scribble. 

[crxavis]

ツ⚠

from here (open)

ツ : does your muse prefer lots of friends, or just a few close ones?

avis smiled widely, “i am absolutely blessed beyond belief to have such genuine people in my life. i would even say that i have the best of both worlds, lots of close friends.” 

⚠ : how does your muse react to possibly dangerous situations? do they face them head-on, or do they plan out their actions first?

danger is a concept that avis knows well, usually from situations she put herself in but that was beside the point. this question was a difficult one to explain, and she bit her lower lip softly as she pondered it. “due to the nature of danger itself and how it arises, i never have time to plan out my actions. i don’t even have time to be scared first. that comes later. after all is calm again i start shaking as the fear hits, a delayed reaction. it doesn’t last long though. i do what i have to do.” she shrugged.

[coruscorp-blog]

HEADCANON TIME!

⍤ : What does your muse’s voice sound like? Is it light? High pitched? Scratchy? Deep?

✍ : What is your muse’s handwriting like? Is it neat? Sloppy? Fancy?

☕ : Does your muse prefer coffee or tea?

⌚ : Is your muse good with keeping on schedule for meetings, appointments, or events, or are they always late? Or, are they always a bit early?

♿ : Has your muse had any injuries in the past?

☺ : What is your muse’s smile like? Do they smile often?

⚡ : How does your muse feel about storms? Are they afraid of them, or do they calm them?

⚠ : How does your muse react to possibly dangerous situations? Do they face them head-on, or do they plan out their actions first?

☃  : What is your muse’s favorite season? What about their least favorite season, if they have one?

☂  : Does your muse like rain?

☼ : Does your muse like daytime or nighttime more?

🏨  : How well does your muse sleep?

☘ : Does your muse believe in luck? How about fate?

⚯ : Does your muse have good eyesight? If not, what is it like? Are they nearsighted or farsighted? Or both? Do they use glasses? Or do they prefer contacts?

👓 : If your muse wears glasses, what are their glasses frames like?

♨ : Does your muse have good table manners? How do they feel about bad table manners?

❀ : What is your muse’s opinion about flower crowns?

♬ : Does your muse sing well? Regardless of whether they sing well or not, do they enjoy singing?

♞ : What is your muse’s favorite animal?

εїз : How does your muse feel about bugs and insects?

📱 : Does your muse prefer calling or texting?

☆ : Of the sun, stars, and the moon, which is your muse’s favorite?

ツ : Does your muse prefer lots of friends, or just a few close ones?

✝ : Is your muse religious?

[crxavis]

send me emojis! 

[crxavis]

head over broomstick (with @crmalcolm)

@crmalcolm

though he feels like avis might be one of those ‘age is just a number’ people. cool. shoving the last bit of his eggs into his mouth, he lets the fork call with a clatter and sighs. “hey, not disputing that. you can’t lose if mr. lee is out on the pitch.” he flashes a cocky grin until he realizes—”me. i’m talking about malcolm lee, not alec. though him too.” mostly malcolm, though. he’s the seeker! he’s important! “but seriously, are you sure alec’s… ‘the guy’?” he puts air quotes around it and grimaces. “what do you really know about him? like, why do you like him?” are these the right questions to ask?

eh, why not.

avis tried not to roll her eyes as malcolm spoke. she knew in her heart of hearts that he was right about a lot of things but she just could not accept that this was one of them. she was just about to take another bite of toast when he said something that made her laugh, “i’m me, mal. everyone knows my name.” well actually she had been working on that whole sweeping generalizations thing. avis was not one to speak in absolutes - unless they were about her. “well, i suppose not everyone. but probably most people in our house at least.” she restrained herself from adding plus, he’s a guy so... avis was very pretty. most males (the ones attracted to women to be clear) in her vicinity took notice. 

“also i’m pretty positive he’s not in a relationship. trust me i know all when it comes to those things.” she began using her napkin to clean dirt from under her fingernails. “plus,” she continued playfully. “girlfriend, schmirlfriend. the match isn’t over until someone catches the snitch.” avis winked deviously, she was only mostly joking. malcolm was used to her competitive nature by now. 

she had been behaving herself throughout this whole conversation but when he made the age argument - yet again - she couldn’t refrain from rolling her eyes and sighing exasperatedly. “i’ve hooked up with older guys - even a guy in your year before - you know this and you always say the same thing. in my opinion, age is just a number for people who care about time. but time is a social construct, my friend, and i exist in a world outside of it.” avis finished her toast and folded her legs up under her, sitting criss-cross-applesauce on the bench. “alec may not be the guy. but he’s the guy for now. i’m choosing him. i like him because he’s passionate. maybe he can teach me a thing or two.” malcolm was getting too philosophical about the new love of her life. ‘why’ is such a hard question. her facial expression suddenly shifted from i’m-planning-something-inappropriate to a beaming ray of sunshine as she made eye contact with her friend - (truly the shifts in her moods were unprecedented.) “besides, you’ll always be my favorite quidditch player. no hot alecs are going to change that.”