no colors anymore.

dahlia greengrass. slytherin; ninth year. nineteen years old. death eater. studies focus: potions.

[dahliaxxgreengrass]

i look inside myself and see my heart is black. i see my red door, i must have it painted black. maybe then i'll fade away and not have to face the facts. it's not easy facing up when your whole world is black.

basics. 

name: dahlia maj greengrass. meaning: valley and dahl's flower; the bitter sea. nickname: none. birthday: january 17th. capricorn. age: nineteen. pronouns: she + her. sexuality: pansexual. siblings: tea greengrass (older sister). parents: hubert greengrass (father). valda greengrass nèe olsson (mother). languages: english, swedish, german. current residence: hogwarts. born: stockholm, sweden.

wizard fun. 

hogwarts house: slytherin. hogwarts year: nine. area of study: potions. extracurriculars: potions club, art club, hogwarts orchestra. affiliation: death eater. pet: snowy owl; emil. blood status: pureblood. species: witch. patronus: bat. boggart: dahlia’s funeral. amortentia scent: freshly washed linen, used parchment, elderflower wine, popcorn. wand type: blackthorn. dragonheart string. 10 ¾”.

appearance. 

height: 5'5" hair color: reddish brown. eye color: deep brown. hair style: wildly tamed. fashion style: formal and covered up.

personality. 

positive traits: + dignified + creative + inquisitive + self reliant negative traits: - moody - argumentative - calculating - snobby neutral: * fragile * realistic

theme song: paint it black by the rolling stones.

quick facts.

blood malediction curse. she will die at a young age. it’s a miracle she’s made it this long. it could be any time, any day. (curse is common knowledge)

she chooses potions as her area of study in part to try to find a cure for herself — but no one knows this. even she’s in denial about it.

she is resentful of her older sister, tea, for not being sick and being the golden child.

her mother is close to her but only in private so any love shared is kept close to the vest and not shared with anyone. she’s a disappointment to her father and has been since the day she was born.

aligned with death eaters because she doesn’t like the other options and, a bit, because she was searching for acceptance from her parents.

headcanons.

updated frequently.

bio.

it was supposed to be a blessing when the second child, dahlia maj, was born but right away it was disappointment. the greengrass curse had stricken the baby. a blood malediction with no cure. she was bound to die at a young age. hubert and valda looked into the child’s eyes that already looked sickly. when hubert was not in the room valda cried. her husband had already written the little girl off even though it was his family that brought the curse upon them. valda held her tight but let go when he was in the room. that’s how dahlia’s life would be. loving in secret, resentment, tears, thick skin and sickness.

the greengrass household was a torn one. tea, her older sister, could do no wrong. she was perfection in human form. her father doted on her and showered her with gifts. dahlia received the things tea didn’t want or grew out of. the only time dahlia received anything new was when valda sneaked them in for her. her mother tried to show the child love but behind hubert’s back. if she had been found out he would shout and degrade her for spending money or time on someone who was bound to die any day now.

any day now hadn’t come before her hogwart’s letter did. and so she went and was sorted into slytherin, the only thing her father could be proud of. while there she had to find out who she was as she never had the chance before. all she knew was an icy exterior, to rely on no one to constantly be there and to always be second best. but soon she wised up. she wasn’t second best. she was smart as a whip and twice as sharp. all she needed was her right environment and the slytherin common room and its inhabitants gave it all to her.

while she loved many of the classes hogwarts had to offer, potions is where her heart landed. there was something about the creating of potions that appealed most to her; playing with different herbs, piecing them together to see what they would do. though she would never admit it, dahlia secretly hoped that one day — before she died — that she could find a cure. and that one day she could laugh in her father’s face. the only problem is that she had become so comfortable with the fact she was going to die that she hadn’t given much thought about what a real life would be like. but what if she could find out? so she dedicated her study to potions.

as any good greengrass would, dahlia watched the war approaching and has decided to align with the death eaters. not necessarily because of her parents — well, partly, looking for approval — but because the other options weren’t appealing. she didn’t have anything to live for so she may as well find something to die for.

[dorcasmeadowsx]

Dorcas chuckled at the mention of the provocative dressing. She was preaching to the choir, not the Dorcas tended to dress overly provocative but the woman did like when her outfit complimented her best assets quite well. Picking an outfit was one of the best things about Hogwarts and the castle's events, especially a ball. "Thank you." She acknowledged the other woman's compliment.

Dorcas never typically had a reason to rustle through the shops for a ball gown - so it was fun to get dressed up to the nines for an evening. "There is nothing like sending a message with a fabulous outfit." Dorcas nodded, in agreement. "Out of curiosity, what message are you sending out this evening?"

[dahliaxxgreengrass]

"You're very welcome," Dahlia replied. "Everyone is looking lovely." At that an American walked by wearing something god awful. "Well, almost everyone," she laughed. Personally, she had worked hard to find something special and was proud of her decision. She went through many choices but once she tried on the black, sleek dress there was no question. Like she had told Dorcas it made a statement.

"Well, I usually dress for an impression but tonight I feel both light and strong." The two hardly ever presented themselves at the same time. In fact, she wouldn't say she normally felt light. "I think it sends both the I'm a badass not to mess with but added with an unusual smile says I'm a different person tonight." Dahlia was being so open with someone she normally wouldn't. The night was surely an abnormal type.

"Are you making a statement this evening?"

@dorcasmeadowsx

[dorcasmeadowsx]

Following Marlene off of the dance floor, Dorcas was out of breath and feeling high on life as the music coursed through her body. Hogwarts had many of parties during Dorcas' academic years, but this was definitely one of the best.

Dorcas was having a good time. In comparison to the beginning of the year when Dorcas was seeking to hide away from anything that could prop up in an article, being surrounded by friends helped distract her from any worry or fear of embarrassment.

On her way back to the table that Dorcas and her pals were occupying for the evening, she caught a glimpse of a stunning dress. Filled with festive cheer and seeking to spread some around, Dorcas tapped the woman on the arm. "I'm good, it's actually been a nice evening so far." Dorcas nodded, "I just wanted to mention that your dress is incredible."

[dahliaxxgreengrass]

The complement was a welcome one. "Why thank you. I don't normally dress so," Dahlia took a beat, "provocatively but I couldn't resist it. It screams sending a message." What exactly that message was, even Dahlia didn't know but it was something magnificent. Perhaps it was that, although she was a girl with such an affliction with the power to kill at will, she was a force to be reckoned with. And she was a force to be reckoned with. Everyone should know it. But something else happened in that dress: she was smiling.

"I'm not the only one with a wonderful dress tonight. I commend you on yours as well." She paused. "It's been such a wonderful evening. The great hall is, well, finally looking great for a change."

@dorcasmeadowsx

[dahliaxxgreengrass]

where: entrance to the great hall. who: alecto; @alecctoccarrow.

Dahlia and Alecto walked into the Great Hall arm in arm as sisters. Dahlia was beaming in her black, form-fitting dress. Being accompanied by Alecto was a privilege, one Dahlia took seriously. Though she would be lying if she didn't say she was full of girlish glee on the inside. She couldn't stop smiling or feeling like the luckiest person in the room.

As they stood in the entrance, Dahlia looked over at Alecto and asked, "Are you ready for this evening?" With a smile gracing her pale face, she answered her own question. "I can't wait."

[blackestrose]

Seeing anyone she felt comfortable to talk to at gatherings like this made Andromeda make a beeline in their direction. Dahlia was no exception to this rule. A soft smile appeared on her lips as her friend gave her a compliment. She shook her head and turned it back towards Dahlia, "Nothing compared to you, tonight. I feel underdressed."

The soft smile faded. There was no reason for her to lie to a friend as close as Dahlia. Even if she did choose to lie, the only others who knew her better were her sisters. Andromeda was certain Dahlia would know.

"As much as I like eating soap. But in very good news, I'm not on duty for tonight. Another prefect got stuck with it this time."

[dahliaxxgreengrass]

"Oh, you're not underdressed at all, Andromeda. You're just right. But thank you. If I'm honest, I feel powerful in this dress. Maybe I should switch up my wardrobe to dresses more like this one." Dahlia said and she ran her hands down the front of her dress. It was true. The dress made her stand tall and hugged her curves in just the right places. "The only problem would be that too much of my skin would be showing all the time. I'm lucky I don't have any bruises showing tonight." With her illness, she had constant bruising so always covered up. The Yule Ball was making her feel more confident.

Dahlia tipped her head to the side. "Why are you not having a good time? Does anyone need to be hexed? Obviously you can't do it yourself for prefect reasons but I'd be happy to oblige." She took a sip of her drink. "Speaking of which, it's fantastic you aren't on duty tonight. It's about time someone else took up the mantle.”

@blackestrose

[winonaxmonroe]

winnie's had a bit to drink, there was no doubt her and abeni had indulged in a shot or two before coming down to mingle with the rest of the students - even still the cool silver flask stays strapped to the side of her thigh for convenience. but she's having a fun time - it's entertaining to watch their friends across the pond, and a nice opportunity for her. she's in her own head a bit when she spots an almost familiar face - dahlia was kind to her upon her arrival, she remembers, though their interactions weren't super frequent.

"oh hey buttercup!" the southern girl beams with a slightly buzzed smile, waving happily. "don't you look cute - black suits you." she assures her with a grin and a wink. "i'm alright - how about yourself? nice night for a dance." she drawls in her little accent.

[dahliaxxgreengrass]

In a rare case, Dahlia had actually chosen to welcome some of the Ilvermorny students to Hogwarts. She wasn't overly pleasant but was much more amiable than her usual self. She smiled as the other students entered and even said hello, had very brief chats and waved. There was something about the cold that woke her from her wasteful, depressing slumber.

There was one girl that stood out amongst the rest. Her name was Winona. Dahlia didn't quite know what to make of her. She was sweet which would normally turn Dahlia off but it seemed to fit Winona. It wasn't fake. Dahlia appreciated that in a person. However, she didn't want to be called buttercup. The shiver ran up her spine but the voice was like honey and Dahlia liked honey.

"Thank you. I should say you look just as nice this evening," she replied. "It truly is a great night. For once I can't complain," she said with a laugh.

@winonaxmonroe

[dahliaxxgreengrass]

where: the crowd at the ball. who: open; @noxstarters.

Dahlia was in a better mood than anticipated. Perhaps it had to do with the fact that she came with Alecto. It gave her a boost of self confidence that Alecto would show up with her. It's not that they were a couple of any kind, but going with the main person she looked up to was brilliant.

At this particular time, Alecto was chatting with people she was expected to interact with. Although Dahlia was in a better mood than normal, she didn't want to be connected to Alecto's hip the entire time. It would cramp both their styles. Instead, she decided to see who she could find on her own. She hoped for people willing to fight for the cause. It would be interesting if there was anyone from Ilvermorny who had ideas regarding the upcoming war.

As she walked among the crowd she was stopped by someone. This was her chance. "And how are you this evening?"

[dahliaxxgreengrass]

where: the outskirts of the great hall. who: andromeda; @blackestrose.

Dahlia was dressed to the nines knowing there would be little to no interaction with anyone. She wanted people to see her and be even more intimidated than normal. Someone who wouldn't be intimidated was Andromeda, something Dahlia was not surprised about. When her friend approached, she gave a nod.

She looked Andromeda up and down. "You look lovely tonight." She gave the obligatory compliment, though this time she meant it. Andromeda was a beautiful woman and cleaned up nicely. She always had. "I'm sure it took no time to get ready." She said, sipping her drink.

"Are you enjoying the festivities? Not on duty, I hope." She genuinely hoping Andromeda had the night off. She deserved it.

@blackestrose

[dahliaxxgreengrass]

dahlia greengrass || yule ball

[valeriaeavan-archive]

@dahliaxgreengrass

Eavan had always loved the library. She couldn’t spend too much time in it, of course; it wouldn’t do to seem anti-social and bookish. But she spent what time she could there, pretending she needed to study for her classes when she was really pursuing her own interests.

It was in this haven that Eavan first got to know Dahlia Greengrass. As a child, Eavan was always told that Dahlia was destined to die young, and thus not a worthwhile ally. It was in the Hogwarts library that Eavan realized that, while she might not be a worthwhile ally, Dahlia was pleasant company. Disapproving sniffs at the antics of their fellow students turned into exchanges of judgement as they discovered a mutual disdain for the general population. The friendship was truly cemented when Dahlia noticed that Eavan was reading books from the restricted section and they unlocked a shared intellectual curiosity.

Today, Eavan had a book on the uses of blood in potions, a topic she felt people were unnecessarily squeamish about, but knew Dahlia would appreciate. She smiled slyly at Dahlia’s sharp tone, not put off in the least. “If you would like me to leave, I would be happy to enjoy this text in solitude.” Contrary to her words, Eavan moved to sit beside Dahlia as she spoke.

[dahliaxxgreengrass]

As much as Dahlia hated being interrupted and having company while she was in the midst of studying, Eavan was one of the very few she would give a pass to and for good reason. Dahlia loved books. Potions were her love but she also appreciated all other magical topics. In no way did she want to limit her education. It would make her ignorant and Dahlia was not ignorant. She never was and never would be. That's how Eavan came into play.

The fellow Slytherin stole books from the restricted section. Those books began a friendship. What further cemented the friendship was their correct belief that they were better than everyone else. They were above their peers. It was easy to sit back with Eavan and talk about everyone surrounding them. That and the books made Dahlia smile -- something she didn't do under normal circumstances. She was normally seen as being stoic and raised her nose to everyone around her. While she and Eavan raised their nose, there was always a smile.

When Eaven sat down, Dahlia looked down at the book and saw the word potions in the title. "I suppose you can stay," she smiled at her friend. "I wouldn't want you to have to enjoy something so interesting on your own. How could you enjoy something like this on your own anyway?" Dahlia reached her hands out. "May I?"

[dahliaxxgreengrass]

1,5,7,9,13

1. what size bed does your muse typically prefer to sleep on? (ex. twin, full, queen, etc)

a queen size bed for a queen, obviously.

5. does your muse tend to prefer firmer mattresses or plushier ones?

dahlia prefers a firm mattress for practicality purposes. it supports her weak back and makes it easier for her to get out of bed whereas a plushy one would not. it also helps release some of the pain that can settle in during the night.

7. is your muse a still or active sleeper? do they move around a lot in their sleep?

once she's able to get to sleep, dahlia is a very still sleeper. whether that has to do with the pain that comes in the middle of the night or not is up in the air, but it works for her.

9. does your muse like sharing a bed, or do they prefer to have their own space?

she absolutely does not like sharing a bed. she's never had to and doesn't plan on it anytime soon. having her own space has always been paramount in dahlia's life and sleeping has always been number one on that list.

13. how often does your muse dream? are they mostly pleasant or is their sleep more likely to be filled with nightmares?

dahlia doesn't dream so much as wakes up with feelings she's had from her sleep. some days it's a pleasant feeling and others it's frightening, along with everything neutral. she's grateful she doesn't dream because she fears reilving her childhood.

[alecctoccarrow]

"Merlin, you look more miserable than a wet puffskein caught in a spring storm," Alecto drawled from her seat at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall across from Dahlia. "Surely our housemates aren't that terrible of company?" Leaning across the table, she lowered her voice into something that could almost be describe as conspiratorial, "I know some of them are in fact that terrible, but we mustn't go about advertising that knowledge of ours, hm?"

Settling back into her seat and taking a long drink of pumpkin juice, Alecto considered the younger woman across from her. She had always struck Alecto as a kind of younger sibling, the kind she could braid the hair of and talk about makeup without worrying said makeup would go missing the next morning, as it had so often with a younger Amycus. For all her love of her brother, a girl like her needed sisters, and someone like Dahlia helped fill that.

Turning a smile with canines on full display to the other girl, she admitted "No, not so shocking as all that, but I do rather fancy I anticipated a little less care and a little more celebration, you know? Lovely as any news coverage is, I did hope for a bit more... Gladness for the service we're providing."

@dahliaxgreengrass

[dahliaxxgreengrass]

“It wouldn’t be the first time I looked like a miserable, wet puffskein,” Dahlia smirked. The truth was that she had a small group of friends and, yes, she judged those who were not, even those in her own house. She didn’t judge them the way she did other houses but she believed she was better than many of them. As Alecto leaned in, she replied, “It’s good to know who’s worth it, but perhaps I should try a little harder to at least be a miserable puffskien instead of a wet one. I need your tips in how to pull that off.”

Dahlia was enamored by Alecto. Sure had all the characteristics that she wished she had. She was strong both physically and mentally. Yes, Dahlia had a quick, smart mind but, as proven, she didn’t know how to hide her disgust. Alecto was also beautiful and knew it. She knew her worth. Dahlia wished she did but with her illness she thought very little of herself when it came down to it. But she kept that inside and wouldn’t allow anyone to know that weakness. She needed to learn self worth and being around Alecto had to rub off on her. Alecto was an inspiration.

“Nice points there. Should have been a celebration indeed. It appears that it’s already been forgotten. More services must be provided it appears."

@alecctoccarrow

[blackestrose]

Andromeda shook her head. The place of meeting was fine. It was far from perfect, but it was fine. In actuality, Dahlia was correct. No one would really think to bother them if they met here nor would they really know what to make of it. Sure, it was out of place for a Black sister, but no one could fault her for wanting to have a nice time with a close friend of hers.

She tried her best to be polite and not curl her nose at the idea of the usual bathwater, but with Dahlia close, she felt a little more at ease to not be as proper as she was required to be. Though elderflower wine sounded delicious. At least, delicious for what the establishment could possible offer them.

"Don't apologize. If I have to look at the same couple of corridors, I might get cabin fever," she mused out loud. "I could also use a glass of something to drink given everything going on."

[dahliaxxgreengrass]

Dahlia was glad to see Andromeda shake her head. It appeared to indicate that the environment was fine. It was an odd place for Dahlia to be. To be fair, she placed her coat on her seat so she wasn’t sitting directly on whatever had happened there before she sat down. She still liked the sense of privacy.

“You don’t have to hide your dislike in front of me,” she took a sip of her drink. “I won’t judge.” Another odd thing for Dahlia to say considering she was always proper — something she learned on her own because Merlin forbid her family give her the time of day for such things. Her proper ways were a slap in her family’s face.

Dahlia raised her hand to get attention for Andomeda’s drink. “The corridors do get claustrophobic. I’m sure it’s worse for you being a head student.” Andromeda’s elderflower wine was brought to the table. “Thank you.” She turned back and asked, “everything going on?” As if she didn’t have a clue as to what she was referring to.

@blackestrose

[dahliaxxgreengrass]

🔮 (for eavan)

send me a 🔮 and I'll tell you where I think your muse will be in 20 years.

known for her beautiful skill of stealing, eavan will only get better and better at it. even after twenty years she still finds it thrilling. she also will continue knowing she’s the smartest person in the room whether dahlia is standing next to her or not.

@valeriaeavan

[dahliaxxgreengrass]

🔮

send me a 🔮 and I'll tell you where I think your muse will be in 20 years.

alecto will have been seen as a hero for her work in the war. no one will be able to deny what she did for the cause and will praise her for it. she will take all the encouragement well into her later years. it’s what she worked so hard for. she’s alecto and will always be someone dahlia will look up to — if she lives that long.

@alecctoccarrow

[dahliaxxgreengrass]

26. does your muse have any odd or atypical sleeping habits?

dahlia sleeps on her back. she’s been known to find her asleep with her arms crossing her chest like a vampire.

[diggoryxamos]

Where: Great Hall Who: Open

Study period was something Amos hated. There was nothing worse than been forced to concentrate in complete silence in the Great Hall for an hour. Amos was much more of a study in the comfort of his room person, preferably with Elrond curled up, purring in his sleep next to him. He had been at least attempting to get some of the essay done, but he just couldn't concentrate in this environment. When Amos felt penned in like this. It was when he wanted to create the most chaos. He took a new piece of parchment, scribbled down a quick note with a smirk. Folding it into a paper aeroplane, before sneakily aiming it towards his friend further down the the table.

[dahliaxxgreengrass]

As soon as the airplane hit her in the arm, Dahlia turned to the side it came from with piercing eyes. She looked at each person, studying their faces. She wasn't about to let whoever did that get away with it. She didn't care if it was an accident or on purpose. The sharp point created a small bit of pain and Dahlia hated the reminder that she was ill and frail. In her mind she was tough as nails but in the real world paper could hurt her. It only fueled her fire.

Finally she thought she saw a chink in someone's armor. Perhaps. She couldn't be sure but Amos Diggory seemed to be a culprit. She watched him, waiting for him to turn to her.

@diggoryxamos