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.Devin Moon.18.Slytherin.

[crxdevin]

( count to nine ✧ )

[crxdevin]

crxfelix

[ ... ] Dehydration and poor nutrition are some of the most common headache causes, and more often than not a valid concern in Devin’s case. Briefly, he bites the inside of his cheek. He hasn’t been out to a muggle place in a while, so he’s completely out of painkillers

félix is a comfort and when his hand is reaching up, fingers gently moving through her hair, she has no will to fight him. the heat that comes with physical contact still rises, but it’s not as intense. like a dull warmth that ignites in her chest. instead of making her feel trapped in its embrace, she sinks into the affection, body relaxing more. 

finally, the furrow between her eyebrows disappears.

his questions though, makes her clench her teeth; a nervous habit she can’t grow out of. her eyes blanks as she goes over her days, looking into the distance. being hydrated is something she’s never had to worry about. her special blend of life juice is enriched with all the right vitamins and minerals to keep her functioning and there’s enough water content to provide. however, as she stares into the distance, she tries to remember the last time she’s physically eaten something of substance. 

after a couple of seconds, she stops retracing her days after reaching dinner time two nights ago. she had been sipping from a familiar goblet. 

her stomach twists acutely as another reminder. she’s past the point of feeling the pain that comes with hunger; grown used to it so long ago, in a haze of dazed days, but still...the sudden emptiness hits her and she sighs. she knows félix will not like the answer to her problem.

“i..have not. eaten, i mean.” she says the words carefully, peeking up at félix as she does so. this isn’t the first time something like this has happened. and she knows it won’t be the last. but, each time she feels as if félix is growing more and more impatient with her eating habits. 

she wonders if his care will turn to annoyance one day. 

[crxdevin]

( the falcon’s crest )

@crwinston

the brisk night time of new zealand offers devin a reprieve. while the summer trip helps her gain distance from her problems, and she’s eternally grateful for the lack of sun exposure she could have experienced elsewhere, that doesn’t mean it is without stress. there’s ever-present roommates and tasks, scheduled days and group tours. devin has never been much of an ‘outdoorsy’ person and is even less of a people person, so this trip pushes limits. many of times it has proven hard for her to find enough solitude to enjoy.

of course, now that she’s actually alone, her first thoughts are of the waiting problems back in england. she can still remember the day she received the letter, moon family crest pressed into wax as a means to seal her fate. she felt the omen as soon as it was in her hands. and the contents of the letter had only reassured her that she was right to feel so.

sighing, devin presses more into her coat, hidden in the shadows of the moonless night as she sits on a bench just near the entrance to the lodging house. it’s just cold enough that she feels the slightest of chill on her finger tips, but the warmth that her jacket offers is a comfort. her cheeks are red, but the mist in her eyes has nothing to do with the weather. 

the door beside her opens suddenly.

when devin turns, she’s relieved to see a familiar face, but winston and her aren’t exactly friendly enough for her to be pleased. there’s too many unresolved feelings on her side and he’s too around for her to actually work through them. best friends with alexander, always with félix. the jealously he had inspired when they first met has cooled as the years passed by and yet...

she’s always retained a polite distance.

as if he can hear her thoughts, he’s abruptly looking her way and devin blinks, startled, and a trail of water slips down her cheek. then, like a crumbling dam, a sob bubbles in her throat with a sudden violence. she chokes it back before it can surface, but by then there's more tears gathering in her eyes so devin turns away, covering her face to hide it all away. 

[crxdevin]

❀ (nothing but the truth) ❀

@cryuna​

it’s mid-afternoon, lunch in the great hall for all students alike; the welcomed respite from all things coursework related. except, devin is one of the few students who isn’t taking shelter in the hall, instead lingering behind in a classroom, working on a formula for magical theory. other students are her company as they all work on their own extracurricular projects. there’s a pile of books spread out in front of her on the desk and her full-of-notes parchments are peeking between pages, spilling over the space. it’s messier than she would ever like it, but the theories of magic are her first priority.

so, it’s not surprise when she reaches for her goblet, the one she keeps full of her precious life water, it turns out to be anything but. she doesn’t notice of course, greedily taking gulps of the dull liquid as she stares at the materials before her. but, the first sign comes soon, as a bitter after taste lingers in her mouth; as if the plain taste was meant to disguise the other, stronger one.

for a second, her face scrunches up and she spares a glance at the goblet before returning to her work. the answer is eluding her and she refuses to quit until she can grasp an idea of it.

reaching forward, devin starts another attempt on a clean bit of parchment. she’s scribbling numbers and mapping wand movements but her frustration is mounting. that’s when the second sign comes, as words start pouring out her mouth like an untapped faucet.

“maybe i’m just not good enough.” a weary sigh follows after her quill pauses. “actually, that’s probably it; i can’t even be good in the one thing i hav-“ a hand slaps over her mouth, but the itch to talk is an irritant in her throat as if it’s splitting at the seams to spill secrets. devin is terrified of the things she’s just said; out loud and all, painfully, honest.

her eyes shift left and right, looking, making sure that she goes unnoticed. that’s when onyx orbs meet her goblet just to realize that it isn’t her goblet and whatever she just ingested is….

a shiver of horror travels through her body.

“merde.”

[crxdevin]

( ♘ fly me to the moon )

[crxdevin]

crdash:

[...] And in order to adequately convey his readiness, he extended his elbow to her, wondering if she’d go so far as to link her arm through it and let him properly escort her to the muggle side of London.

her stomach twists in the most painful of ways. a live fire cracker erupts through her body the moment he uses her full name and moves from his seat. the unfair amount of leg dashiell has makes her heart flutter. the feelings are much too sudden and a slight furrow is between her brows before she can even stop it. 

moodily, she clenches her jaw and looks to the side, refusing to look up at him when he’s this close. she can already imagine the strain it will cause to her neck and she takes a second to mourn the fact that she didn’t choose to wear heels. that way, the height he has on her would have been lessened and she wouldn’t have to feel so...miniature.

next time, she won’t make the same mistake. 

yet, even without looking at him, his voice is too close and too low and obviously, just for her ears. she can feel the warmth that radiates from his presence and it causes a sudden tension in her shoulders. when she looks up, she’s met with his simple, willing, open smile and then he’s raising his arm, the crook of his elbow being presented to her as an invitation. he’s just being polite, she tells herself. the act can easily be passed off as chivalry, she tries to rationalize. but a slight twitch of her lip is the start of a pleased smile and devin hates that she likes it so much. that she wants to link arms with him. for a moment, she stares at it, wondering if she should. but, then she glances into his gentle, coffee eyes and knows she won’t be able to. her face is already heating at the thought of it.

instead, she looks away again. “...what are you doing??...you're going to make us late.” her statement comes out small and subdued as she turns from him. trying to ignore her own displeasure with having ignored his invitation, devin walks back toward the entrance of the great hall. 

[crxdevin]

46.

[crxdevin]

crnate:

[...] The Shadow Over Innsmouth, a piece of literature suggested to him by a dear friend. It’s only natural the eyes wander to other potential good reads. He assumes he might as well while time grants him the opportunity.

devin blinks and her gaze travels back up, meeting his own. his questions are valid, of course, she’s just more surprised than anything that he’s listening. when the shock passes, and she realizes that she has to actually explain herself, her eyes shift to the books passing through his hands.

“it’s awful.” blunt and sudden her words comes, so devin back tracks. “no, i mean, i thought it was awful...it’s....the characters? they’re just....” she trails off and her eyes shift to the book that acted as shelter for her a moment ago. she shakes her head with a sigh, gaining more confidence as she speaks about the thing she loves. “they’re developed poorly and the plot is,” her mouth twists with displeasure, “very, painfully obvious cliche.”

her hand becomes free and moves to her hair, tucking strands behind her ears. the color from her cheek is fading a bit. she’s not used to talking to stranger, much less being the one to initiate conversation. but, books and stories is something she can discuss for forever. 

"it is horribly simple to figure out for a msytery novel and that's just..." her sentence trails off, words gone unsaid. having an “invader” in her once-private world is making her shoulders stiff with tension as she works to not have them curl in. but, so far, the heat that usually comes is fading and that in itself, makes her able to not stumble over words.

[crxdevin]

(fall harvest)²

@crmimi

the classroom suffocates; packed with yellow and green ties, bodies squeezed together in the humid greenhouse. voices rose in streams of commotion; students trying to disperse into pairs and devin, a lingering, slight fifth year, felt the snubbing push against her back that had her stumbling out of the mass of slytherins.

eyes tight, skewed robes get righted and feet were planted down in the new space, hovering between the two seas. herbology was already hard enough for the teen; there were too many voices, too many conversations and snickers that ate away at her concentration on top of a deficient of skill. she was gifted with many things: a cleverness for theory and the acute talent for practical magic. yet, gentleness and patience eluded her. the things that couldn’t be acquired in the pages of tomes were foreign. restless, she felt, for the day she could stop coming to this space.

and now, they were being selected by the professor for a partner project.

she didn’t need to look around the greenhouse to know luck would not find her. already, house mates were being paired off with friends they were stationed with, acquaintances that she hadn’t formed over the years. remorse came in the dark sigh that slipped through. and avoidance, a tactic she hadn’t had to employ as fellow slytherin refused to meet her gaze.

the space around felt hollow.

“you two!” escape came in the shout of the professor. onyx orbs slid in the direction of the voice and made eye contact with the finger that pointed back at her. next to her, she looked, there was a boy; warm of hair and tender of gaze. her partner for the rest of the semester, she guessed.

“miguel song and devin moon, go grab your plant!” and then the professor was moving on, eyes leaving in search of another pair.

her limbs grew heavy with awkwardness. the hufflepuff was a savior, of grades and loneliness. should she tell him? would he even realize? instead, she settled for the known. when she turned to him this time, obsidian met toffee and devin bowed her head in greeting, silent. always silent. 

[crxdevin]

Your lock screen - aesthetics because dev is a dark, gloomy child.

Your home screen - also her last name is moon so ;)

Camera roll - dev various pictures of severen, her cat, herself, and the various sites around hogwarts. also, dev likes fruit (lowkey most of these are just from yoojung’s ig)

Favourite picture at the moment - her birthday cake bought by @crxfelix, her first birthday party celebrated with friends

Most recent selfie - dev is cute lowkey by herself and @cryuna is the bad influence who showed her what the snow app is

Last person you texted - @cryuna bothering dev in class and asking her to lunch

Last person you called - dev called @crdash to tell him about the book she had just finished, which then turned into a conversation of her explaining it beginning to end.

Most recent song played - grimes genres are listed as follows: synth-pop, art pop, dream pop, lo-fi music, electronica, and dark wave

[crxdevin]

[ strings of discontent ]

[crxdevin]

crxalex:

[...] “so how long have you been in here? wait-” he sat up, looking down on her, skeptical and with an eyebrow raised “you didn’t come here to seduce me did you? you know my type is pretty ladies and not..” his eyes scanned her before finishing the sentence “..kids”. an obvious attempt to mess with her.

unexpectedly, it’s when he says her name that devin feels that tenderness start to swell in her chest. the pressure becomes mounts for a moment, as if her heart is going to implode. and it gets worse because alexander looks almost glad to see her. the comfort of him, this ordinary, familiar interaction they’re having, is making her feel relieved. 

but, all her problems get shut out the moment he closes the door behind him and the breath she didn’t notice she was holding comes out in a rush of air.

by then, alexander is already next to her on the bed. a soft smile comes to her face then, having his presence much closer. even the normal disapproval she feels for the (obvious) activity he was indulging in before coming here is...nice. 

when he turns to her and starts talking, she can’t even feel any type of embarrassment as the word ‘seduce’ causes nothing but astonishment. the thought of what he’s talking about....the sudden laugh that bubbles up nearly causes her to choke. with no reason to hold back, devin lets her amusement trickle out.

“it is already improper enough that we are alone in your room, please don’t say such things.” her soft laugh is breaking through the chastising tone she’s trying to use. “plus...” she starts, sliding back into a comfortable calm. “you’re not my type either.” in retaliation, devin’s eyes scan his face in a noticeable way before amusement takes a hold of her face again.

“15 minutes.” she checks the watch on her wrist, answering his half-finished question. “that’s how long i was waiting.”

[crxdevin]

( ♘ fly me to the moon )

[crxdevin]

crdash:

[...] There were still arrangements to be made; not a simple yes or no question! “Uh…” he blurts out uncertainly, pointing at the entrance to the grand hall. “Did you mean right now, Dev?”

curse dashiell and his sociable personality. curse his easy smiles and the irritating amount of people that are always around him. it’s taking more effort on her part to ignore the audience she has unexpectedly attracted and she almost wants to give them a look that she knows will make them return to their own business. however, since his answer comes quick and simple, and it is exactly the answer she wants, devin reasons she will let some things go today. she’ll do her best not to snap and be her normal, cool-headed, poised self.

of course, that proves to be more difficult because something about talking with dashiell makes the usual, uncomfortable heat that comes with interacting up-close with people seem nearly unbearable. she knows that while her face is carefully blank, there are little...ticks she has. the slight way her lips tilt up in response to his smile and her eyes that squint in regard at his question.

“yes, is that a problem?” she replies simply, blinking at him. there is no better day than today; she has checked the showtimes at a number of theaters to make sure they had options and carefully monitored the weather. and, while she isn’t as well versed in the muggle world as she wants to be, she has prepared everything she could. what could he possibly find amiss?

a thought suddenly comes to her and her body explodes with fever.

“if you don’t want to go, just say so.” she says coldly, her cheeks flushing with color. why say he has free time if he doesn’t? why say yes if he didn’t mean it? maybe she had read the expressions on his face wrong and he didn’t want to go see a film with her.

curse those easy smiles! 

devin wants to run, she wants to yell and deny she ever asked him, but it is too late. the only thing she can retain is her indifference and she would die before she did anything as telling as running away in embarrassment.

[crxdevin]

( count to nine ✧ )

[crxdevin]

crxfelix:

[...] Not disgruntled as she normally is, but well and truly upset, face taut and the line of her shoulders tense. His frown deepens for a second before he lets out a soft sigh. “C’mere, sit down,” he offers quietly. “What’s wrong?”

the pressure in her chest relaxes finally and she’s even able to manage a slight, internal sigh of relief when it becomes obvious that félix isn’t asleep at all. honestly, now that she’s standing here, in front of him, she almost feels a little...embarrassed at the fact that she sought him out so readily when she’s obviously in a mood. what if he had been sleeping? or maybe he could have been busy? was her pounding headache worth her acting so needy?

the thought makes her chest feel tight.

it causes her to pause as he offers her a seat. for a moment, she is carefully gauging the expression on his face and, seeing a frown of seemingly worry pull at his lips, devin feels her face loosen up a bit. no matter how much time has passed between them, she doubts she will never not feel the deeply seeded need to retain a certain amount of distance from other people. usually, she wouldn’t even bother trying to fight the instinct because, obviously, it is there for a reason. but...félix is different and got close before she even knew what was happening. 

she doesn’t have the strength to push him away now.

sitting carefully, devin is as poised as ever, but the huff she releases at his question is everything but ladylike. 

“it started in the common room and..well” she’s looking at the patterns in cobblestone as her anger returns to her. “is it too much to ask for peace and quiet? are people that ignorant of their surroundings? aren’t gryffindors supposed to be the loud and obnoxious ones??” 

she glances at him and, realizing that what she’s saying isn’t the point, she shakes her head and tries again. “the headaches are back and,” her eyebrows furrow and the pain in her skull intensifies. “everything is irritating.”

[crxdevin]

[ strings of discontent ]

@crxalex

devin relaxes against the bed that isn’t hers. she’s in the boys dormitory, easily making her way into male-dominated territory because of the lack of charms. she hasn’t seen alexander in some time, both of them too busy with too many things and with her slowly trying to find a way back to her normalcy. and now, she finds that she almost...wants to see him. the world has been tipped on its axis recently and alexander is a constant she’s had since childhood. so, naturally, she goes to his room to wait for him. 

normally, she wouldn’t come here. their housemates are always present, always watching and, while devin is already annoyed enough by the things that are said about them both, it’s the random girls who approach her concerning alexander that finally tip the scale. from then, she refuses to hang out in his room as often. 

but, as she takes a look around the room, she realizes that she feels almost...tender about the familiar surroundings. for the first time since those hazy days, her heart settles. finally, she can close her eyes without seeing blood smeared across her fingertips. 

breaking her thoughts, the door to his room opens and devin sits up, silently watching alexander as his eyes land on her. she’s dressed casually, as casually as her style can get with her enveloping, layers of black. it’s after hours after all.

which makes her wonder.

“where were you?” she asks, her eyes squinting at him. “classes ended ages ago.”  

[crxdevin]

👽

EMOJI HEADCANONS

👽  –– Do you believe in aliens? Do you believe there could be life on other planets, no matter how small?

“i…” devin words fade as she actually considers the question. she read a mystery book a long time ago detailing about alien life on earth and, while the idea was fascinating, the subject itself never held her attention for story-telling. however, the thought that humans weren’t alone in the universe had always been completely plausible to her.

“i think it would be unwise to consider us the only sentient beings. muggles, for the most part, are unaware of the wizarding world despite it being so close to them. magic, vampires, werewolves…they are all ‘alien’ concepts to the average muggle. and the same could be applied to wizards about the muggle world. so…” a smile tilts her lips and devin chuckles slightly. “i guess i do believe in aliens. no matter how small.”

[crxdevin]

🤞

EMOJI HEADCANONS

🤞  –– Do you believe in luck? Do you believe in the usual lucky things ( four-leaf clovers, horseshoes, rabbit foot, etc )? Do you have any unusual things you think bring you luck ( a shirt, hat, book, number )?

devin’s face slides into a comfortable disinterest at the subject matter. “it is superstition, at best. there are no objects i would ever consider lucky.”

in contrast, she is much more a believer in hard work and effort, of forging one’s own path. fate, luck, fortune; they are such distant concepts to her values. however, there is a book that devin typically reads before any type of test or practical exam. that’s more to help with the headaches that come with studying though.

[crxdevin]

[crxdevin]

👩‍👩‍👧‍👦 –– What kind of family did you grow up in? Two-parent, single-parent, raised by someone else? How many siblings do you have? Did you have any other type of family in your house all the time?

EMOJI HEADCANONS

👩‍👩‍👧‍👦 –– What kind of family did you grow up in? Two-parent, single-parent, raised by someone else? How many siblings do you have? Did you have any other type of family in your house all the time?

“i have two parents.” devin starts, pausing as she tries to find suitable words. “though, i was raised by the proper caretakers at the moon estate after… reaching a certain age.”

the subject makes her very tight-lipped, hesitant to expose the state of her family. in reality, devin hasn’t seen her parents since being left in the care of her grandparents, two people she never considered family outside of having the same last name.

“i don’t have any siblings.” she answers eventually. though, in terms of siblings, there are a couple of people who come to mind that could fit the role. they are not related to her by blood, unfortunately.

[crxdevin]

🎃

EMOJI HEADCANONS

🎃  –– What was your first Halloween costume that you can remember? How old were you when you stopped trick or treating?

devin blinks in surprise. “costume? trick or treating? those are typically muggles traditions, right?”

devin has never worn a costume or gone door to door, asking for candy. instead, halloween is one of the few holidays that aligns with devin’s interests.

“i do appreciate the lore and stories that come with halloween. it’s a time where people indulge in horror and frightening films, so, even though it makes it harder to get a seat in a theater, halloween is always enjoyable for me.” the memories of past celebrations brings a soft smile to her face.

[crxdevin]

🌂

EMOJI HEADCANONS

🌂  –– How do you feel about rain? Do you immediately run for cover or are you okay getting wet while out in it?

“why would I run for cover, isn’t that what charms are for?”

devin is confused by the question, to say the least.

“the rain is neither harmful nor frightening, so, outside of getting wet, there’s no reason to avoid it.” she replies simply. in reality, devin doesn’t care for getting wet, but the thought of people seeing her running for cover almost makes her feel a bit of distaste.

“drying charms are pretty easy, in my opinion.” is her final comment on the matter.