( &—- UGH, AS IF. )

but beauty on the inside doesn't get you free drinks? AMMA NICOLA AVERY. sixth year. slytherin. pureblood. death eater supporter. pretty.

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brentnott. 

“Shacking up at another student’s home because you can’t face your parents qualifies as distasteful.” If Amma was not wishing to go along with her parents’ thinking, then she should have the nerve to stand up and say so. Quite frankly, Brent found it far more distasteful that she had gone back than that she had left in the first place. Was she spineless? She put up a good act, but if that’s all it was, an ACT and not her true beliefs, then she was a coward, a puppet, and to Brent there was nothing worse. “I would take offense to the claim that I’m an imbecile, but I can’t be arsed enough to care about your opinion. It holds no weight, coming from someone who’s so weak-kneed.” And he was not referring to her being week in the knees over love. 

          &&.   no matter where amma was living, no matter who she associated herself with: a sense of hefty pride would ALWAYS sit upon her shoulders. she was an avery by name, but as a person? she was SO much more than that. and it showed, in her taut lips, the narrowed glare she fixed brent with upon whipping around to face him. “opening your slimy mouth to, like, situations you know clearly know N O T H I N G about qualifies as very. fucking. stupid. since you’re obvi not aware, the word for it is ignorant? it means you should shut the FUCK up and mind your business.” she took a step toward brent, eyes flashing, enraged. “i do what i have to to keep myself and my brother safe, NOTT. what do YOU do, hm? what have you DONE?” amma asked, stepping again. “do you want to test that? do you want to find just how UNBENDING my knees are, brett? TRY ME.” amma had no doubts she could squash this boy like a bug beneath her six inches. “otherwise? i suggest you remove yourself. ——— then again, i’d be ecstatic to suffocate you with more of my unworthy opinions whilst you sit on your misguided pedestal, sweetie.” 

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kirankhans. 

“Jealous? Nah, nah, nah, I wasn’t– nah, wasn’t jealous, c’mon. Me, jealous? Pfffft, nah, that’s not me, not jealous, I was just–…” The huge rush of relief had him uncharacteristically stammering and stumbling all over his words. “… Okay, I was jealous.” He cracked an embarrassed smile before breaking into a peal of laughter. “Fuck, you got me damn good. It was actually next level, babe, proper just got to me. You don’t look that good together, anyway.” Heart-shaped stickers may as well have been glued to his eyes as she admitted she liked him too, though he did make an effort to puff his chest out a little as she moved his arms. He didn’t want her to think he was scrawny. “Corny?! What are you on about; this is my dreamy Disney prince flex. It’s supposed to make you get butterflies and feel all gooey and shit, you get me. See,” he smiled at her again, reaching up to kiss her on the lips. It felt disgustingly good to be making her laugh again. “Hold up, so you like me thiiiiis much, yeah?” He asked, spreading his arms out, and puffing his chest up again. “This is a lot, damn,” He started teasing her, looking from one hand to the other with mock surprise. “It’s a loooooot, you know? This is sooooo muuuuuch like to keep inside someone sooooo small, you must be going mad with how much you like me. I mean, I know I said I like you bares, but I like you about this much,” he pushed her cheeks together with the palms of his hands, and instantly burst into laughter. “Jokes, babe, jokes. Can I show you how much I actually like you?”

          &&.   “oh, shut the fuck up,” amma snapped, a grin stretching ear-to-ear dimpling her cheeks. “you were going to drop me COMPLETELY just because you thought i was with someone else, weren’t you?” she poked his chest accusingly. “you weren’t even going to pretend to be my friend.” her fingers moved to flick his nose in a scolding manner, “ahhh, cah-mahn, jealous boy. you KNOW i’d look cute with, like, anyone. but i look the best with you. obvi, we’re the prettiest ever.” her cheeks heated up post-kiss, because, YES, kiran gave her butterflies, and it was written all over her face. “leave me olone,” the girl huffed at his teasing, and gave his shoulders a shove. “i’m not small. you’re just some weird hench gym freak.” amma’s laughter danced out to meet his, and didn’t stop, as she shook her hair down to cover her blushing features. she held it there in place, “omigosh. i’m gonna’ die. what are you going to do?” she asked from behind her hair, refusing to show him her way-too-wide grin.

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heavyheartcd.

“That humor thing? Not something I’ve ever been best at catching. But thanks, I think.” Canting his head, he found Amma’s words peculiar. The dig at his family’s size was nothing new, but the rest seemed off for as little as he knew about the eldest Avery. “You, not wanting to be center stage? But you’re all dressed up. You sure you don’t want to show off?”

          &&.   “clearly. maybe you’ll pick it up when you’re older? like a fine wine, BETTER with age: at least, i’ll sure pray so for you. ——— another joke.” james’ queries weren’t at all unfounded: amma avery adored attention. but she gave him a wry shrug, “no. it’s not so fun if you’re not doing it with your faves. i mean, i don’t mind being the STAR, but, like, what’s the point if you don’t have a super nice supporting role with you? leonie disappeared with that purkiss girl, and nadia’s all heart eye emoji for ahn, so.”

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xresistmuchobeylittle.

“Don’t worry, doll. Wouldn’t dream of it.” Besides, four cups of the supposedly potent alcoholic punch didn’t seem to be doing much for him. She did look nice, though, way too nice to be ‘smelling his chunder’ and maybe just smelling him at all. She must’ve not been big on dancing; someone as nice-looking as her had to be sitting in the corner by choice.

          &&.   “oh-my-gosh, you did NOT just call me doll?!” the blonde exclaimed rather boisterously, and one couldn’t be blamed for interpreting the raised brows as her taking offence. if, that it is, it weren’t for the wide, pleased smile that turned up her mouth at the corners there after. “i literally, like, LOVE being called doll. it’s what they used to use for all the major hollywood mega babes.”

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heavyheartcd.

James glanced down at his own chest, double checking that he had worn the right thing. “As likely as that may be, Avery, I actually forewent the sweater vest for once.” Not that he expected Amma to be paying too much attention to him. “But, by all means, take center stage and the spotlight.”

          &&.   “dear lord,” she said, watching james check his outfit with an amused curve to her lips. “it was a joke, wonderboy. y’know? like, funny, ha-ha? you actually scrub up kinda’ NICELY, go you.” amma shrugged, “center stage and spotlight seems like a major drag right now, actually. i’ll leave it to your hoard of relatives, maybe sink myself in a bowl of punch instead.”

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kendra-weasley.

Although the ball was the lovely, that fact that Kendra could no longer feel the throbbing pain in her feet was worrisome. Making her way through the crowd, and bumping into some of those students who maybe had a bit too much punch to drink, she closed her eyes and braced herself for the cool air that wrapped around the exposed parts of her body. It was a euphoric experience going from uncomfortably hot to soothing cold, and what made it even better was that the grass was only a few steps away.  A voice disturbed her thinking, but it didn’t stop her. “I need to take these heels off so if you don’t mind…” she walked past the girl, sat on the ground and continued to rip her shoes off until her toes were safely in the grass. Letting out a sigh of relief, Kendra opened her eyes to look up at the night sky.

          &&.   she watched the girl with skeptically raised brows. what in the world was she doing? amma knew she herself wasn’t EXACTLY sober, but she wasn’t about to run into the night and leave a trail of her clothes behind her. and yet, the relaxed poise of weasley’s shoulders as she settled into the grass sparked up an  e n v y  in amma. her heels weren’t much at all in the ways of support, and she didn’t feel like going back inside. so, with a sigh, she followed suit and made her way towards the grass. gingerly, amma removed her shoes and plopped onto the floor by kendra. “do you weasley lot always roll about in the dirt at formal events?” she asked, though there was no malice in her question.

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brentnott.

Brent could not stand the deplorable sloppiness of the ball. By this point, students were either sloshed or love-sick and he couldn’t decide which one was more detestable. He’d gone out to be on his own, not wanting to risk someone falsely falling in love with him and being a nuisance, when he came to a momentary stop, angling his body to glance at the sitting, moping girl. “While the sight of a practical orgy in the Grand Hall was enough to make my stomach churn, the fresh air was meant to do me good. Though if you’re here to cry over love lost, such a pitiful display may be just as distasteful.”

          &&.   “nothing about ME is distasteful.” she shot him a pointed look, face near set in stone. amma had been playing the pureblood game long enough now be able to push all the girlishness from her features. to shed all things she held dear in favour of a potent coldness, the kind her parents emitted. when she was living with kiran, she didn’t force herself into this. but whilst at home, the avery’s had brilliant ways of keeping their eyes on her.  “nor would i ever cry over a boy, ESPECIALLY here. they’re all muggleborn or half or imbeciles.” 

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kirankhans. 

Kiran was very aware that he deserved that one, but it didn’t stop him from throwing a retort of his own, no matter how hard he tried to swallow it down. “Sorry, what was that? Just saw a fit girl’s shadow, and lost attention, you know?” And instant regret followed. Frustrated, he jumped from his seat to stand in front of her. “I’m stupid? You’re stupider! Couldn’t you tell I only said that shit because you said you were linking Zach? I felt like a proper sideman, so I acted out. I didn’t think you’d care since you’re with Zach and all. But, I’d come over to win you back – something I’ve never done in my life, by the way, I just leave it, init, but I couldn’t even do that with you – so why would I go through all that effort if I’d actually felt like that?” He walked over to Amma, and lowered his stance so he could look up at her. “I can’t help this,” he pointed to his mouth, “My amortentia smells like your hair, init? I like you bares. If the girl I like likes me back, it’s a sick reason to be happy, you get me. So, don’t be sad on me, babe, please. I only said that stuff, because I actually proper care about you.”

          &&.    “god, you are SUCH a fucking neanderthal!! chase after her then, and fall into the black lake while you’re,” ——— at it. amma’s beginnings of a rage that would surely tire her out were cut off. with every word he spoke, the anger just fell away. “oh, no. no,” she interjected, shaking her head down at him. “zach and i weren’t ever like that at all, you big idiot. he may as well be my BROTHER. i only acted like it was any different because i thought it’d make you jealous and all zabini’s are, like, ridiculously gorgeous,” she confessed. for the first time, amma didn’t fight the butterflies that flipped her stomach upside down. HE liked HER, too. kiran khan liked her back, and he was admitting it. she wiped at her eyes, a cheesy smile that she was unable to swallow down curving her lips. “you do?” she sniffed, gazing at him like she had drank the spiked punch. “i like you so much it GROSSES me out. like, soooo much. like,” she grabbed his arms and spread them out, feeling like her shorter arms would fail her, “THIS MUCH.” she had to use every muscle in her body not to cringe at admitting it out loud, despite being clearly giddy. ( and tipsy. ) “i, like, like you as much as i, like, like myself, you know?” amma dropped his arms and used her hand to lightly push his cheek, “STOP smiling at me like that. you look so corny.” 

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kirankhans. 

“My mum and Pippa?” Kiran chuckled lowly, pausing a moment as he sighed and cleared his throat. “I thought you would’ve been my date, but… shit wen’t doooown.” Unlike Amma, he hadn’t been able to take his eyes off her for longer than a second, though he was sure the way she wouldn’t even look at him made it easier. And, fortunately for him, this meant the way his face instantly lit up, grin stretching wide enough to crinkle the corners of his eyes, all went unnoticed. “You know the punch is laced with Amortentia… which means you do like me… and since you can’t smell Zach… that means you like me more than him. You like me!”

          &&.   “well, you know, wouldn’t want to force you into too much of a commitment or anything, kiran,” she shot back. amma whipped her head around to face him, brows raised. “it is not. that’s a lie.” she sniffed it again. then, angrily knocked the glass out of his hands and to the floor. “oopsies. and even if i DID like you, like, what the fuck do you have to be grinning about? you made it clear that i’m not worth your time the other week.” amma felt something sting her eyes, something that felt awfully like she was about to cry, and so she turned away again. “you’re so super stupid sometimes. just leave me alone.” 

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kirankhans.

One whiff of the punch was all it took for Kiran to realise that someone had pulled off the notorious Valentine’s Ball prank by spiking the punch with Amortentia. The blatantly obvious scent didn’t irk him as much as he thought it would have. In fact, he kind of liked it, until he realised she couldn’t be seen anywhere. What was the point in having called all his model friends and shamelessly flirting with them if Amma wasn’t around to get jealous over it? Luckily, he overheard people talking about how Amma Avery was outside alone, and he didn’t waste another second before heading over. “Woah, didn’t know you were here!” His exaggerated theatrics, as always, lacked conviction. “Thought you’d be with your date, since you can’t seem to keep your hands off each other, you get me.” He sat next to her, and brought a glass of the spiked punch up to her nose. “What does this smell like to you?”

         &&.   from when kiran arrived, to the time he stopped blabbering, amma had already rolled her eyes a record three times. though, she didn’t turn to glance at him like she usually would have, keen to show her prime eye rolling talents. a little tipsy, she felt unsure that she could keep the STING still present from his words off her face. i’d only do it if i proper cared about the girl, you know? she already felt a frown setting in. “my date? oh, zach. right. shouldn’t you be with YOUR date?” amma asked, staring out towards the lake. she made a point of releasing a sharp ‘ ugh ‘ at the punch shoved beneath her nose. “all i can fucking smell is your aftershave. you must have used the whole stupid bottle of it,” she complained, pushing the glass away. 

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        &&.   this TOTALLY should have been her element. her dress was on point, she was practically THE prettiest girl at the ball. ( aside from leonie and nadia, of course. ) love was in the air, and who else adored romantics more than her? but instead of enjoying herself, the slytherin sat outside alone. at least until she heard someone ELSE approaching. quickly, she forced the glum expression from her features and slipped into one of indifference. “if you’re out here to be sick, like, do it fucking somewhere else. i look way too nice to be smelling your chunder.” 

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“Okay, the staring is a little bit unnerving. So I’m just…going to go over there. Maybe right out the door. I’m not too sure yet.”

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          &&.   “oh, bloody ease up, POTTER. the staring is for me, not you. i’m not sure how you could think any different when you have a sweater vest and i have cleavage on display, like, honestly?”

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an AMMA AVERY aesthetic.

↳ ( VALENTINE’S DAY BALL. )

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dexhughes. 

“Astute, aren’t you Avery–yes it’s toast, it’s breakfast.” Dex leaned back, stretching his arms over his head, laughing at her words. “Well lucky for you, the seeker’s not really an essential part of practice–so long as I catch the snitch, they don’t mind me being a few minutes late, yeah? Which means I get a bit more of your blessed presence–go on, insult my scruffy beard some more, unless there was something else you needed?”

         “ ——— like, majorly. and toast ISN’T breakfast. it’s a  m i s t a k e.” amma’s mouth pulled taut when the boy laughed at her. “quidditch is boring. if you’re so non-essential, you may as well just not go at all,” the blonde snapped. “stay here and eat your toast forever. slytherin will win, ANYWAS.” she breathed a huff, reluctantly letting her signature pointed gaze slip from her face. “i’ll stop shitting on your scruffy beard,” she started, because, yes, there WAS something else she needed, “... if you tutor me?” 

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altwitchh. 

“Are you sure you want me to explain? –Anyway, why is it so important for you to know my name?” A soft laugh escaped her. She didn’t really think Amma had bad taste but that didn’t stop her from teasing her about it.

          “the only burn there is on me is that i’m, like, too pretty, y’know? it’s DISTRACTING. so now you don’t have to say it,” amma shrugged. “i dunno. i mean, i’m probably gonna’ call you benjamin either way now. it’s weird, girls that hang out with kiran for way too long always seem to shorten their names. benji. reggie. i’m glad i cut him off before i fucking became ammie. that’s just atrocious.”

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dexhughes. 

“It’s fine, c’mon, we’ve got plenty of time–no need to rush.”

          “you have a scruffy beard and you’re eating, like, what is that? TOAST? dear merlin. of COURSE you’d say that. ‘ plenty of time ’ in your total burn out brain probably means, like... m a j o r minutes late.”

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altwitchh. 

         “You have good taste at least. Though I am surprised you’d like it considering your family.” She added, glancing up at the other girl for a moment only to see her reaction before turning her attention back to her drawing. “Cute. Benji is a nickname my mother gave me when I was little. But no, not short for Benjamin but good guess.”

          “at l e a s t?” amma parroted, arching a sculpted brow. “what’s there about ME that means my liking this tune merits an ‘at least’ ? merlin, not every pureblood is stuck in the dark ages.” despite her parent’s disapproval. “well, what is it short for, then?”