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divalocity

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divalocity:

Actress Aja Naomi King

Photography Credit: Luke Fontana

#;never apologize for burning too brightly (( self ))

dtravrs:

Deimos feigns indifference, having practised his look of faux sympathy since he was young - it was a must for a young pureblood boy, even when he wasn’t to be faking his emotions in the small circle of pureblood families which remained true. “It’s such a shame, what’s happened,” He averts his eyes from the person next to him, staring down into his cauldron, masking the deep seated joy. “Could you pass the Howlet’s Wing?”

Althea had perched herself on the table, feet swinging gently, as she flipped through an advanced potions book. At no point did she feel the need to look at Deimos while speaking. He was busy, and she was busy. It seemed counterproductive. “Isn’t it? Such a waste of life.” Althea was genuine in her comment. She didn’t like the thought of anyone dying, especially for a cause she didn’t think was worth it. Raising a hand she called out accio, one of the only spells she had successfully learned to cast without a wand, and summoned the ingredient. Once it was in her hand, she held it out to him.

#dtravrs

getawaywithgifs

damadiserpeverde

getawaywithgifs:

Don’t let anyone tell you no, don’t let anyone stop you. You can achieve anything you want. You just have to keep going. – Aja Naomi King

#;never apologize for burning too brightly (( self ))

greengrass-n:

“Please please tell me you’ve seen Talia, and please tell me she is not somewhere dancing on a table..” Naomi asked with a mix of worry and desperation in her voice, just hoping the person she stopped had the answer she wanted.

“I haven’t seen her, but I can’t imagine anything too terrible could be happening to her. I’m sure she’s having fun somewhere and completely safe.” Althea was trying to reassure her. She could understand the worry, but it had to have it’s limits. A long time ago she had learned it was better to trust her brother than worry over him. She always knew when he was in real danger. “Why don’t you have a drink and relax yourself?”

#greengrass n

charity-bxrbage:

“Honestly, we could learn a lot from muggles. You just need to give them the chance,” Charity stated, popping some mash potato into her mouth.

“There is a lot to be learned from everyone and everything. It’s the nature of life and human curiosity.” Althea had nothing against muggles. Her life in Italy often had her intermingling with them. However, she was aware publicly expressing that sentiment could hurt her standing among high society in England. It was for that reason her words were carefully chosen.

#charity bxrbage

luciusrnalfoys:

“Listen, I have absolute faith in my classmates –” lie. “– and their taste in alcohol –” lie. “– but I just prefer drinking from my own stash, you know?,” said Lucius, draining his glass of wine with a last sip. “I mean, no offense, but I doubt that any of the people behind this … little get together would bring wine this good.”

“Don’t lie, Lucius.” She did love the way his name tasted on her tongue. It had very little to do with him. “I thought we were past that. You won’t upset me by being a wine snob. Do you forget I’m from Italy? Wine is practically a food group for my family. I’m only offended that you aren’t offering to share.”

#luciusrnalfoys

persephoneavery:

Sephy sat down on a rock in one of the many clearings surrounding the main party area. Although part of her wanted to be out in the action, the other part of her felt that she would’ve preferred just staying at home. The Ravenclaw was, puffing on her cigarette when she saw someone she recognised. “There are some habits that you can’t escape…”

“Habit is just the socially acceptable term for addiction.” It wasn’t inherently meant to be judgmental, but there was no escaping the hint of judgement that was almost always present when Althea spoke. The tone could be blamed on her upbringing more so than her actual disposition. Taking a seat beside her without an invitation was because of her disposition and not her upbringing. “You don’t have to explain needing a break.” Althea was looking for one herself.

#persephoneavery

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→ “all i ever wanted was the world”

#;the aftermath of a storm (( aesthetic ))#;if you talk enough sense then you lose your mind (( musings ))#vulneratask

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#;if you talk enough sense then you lose your mind (( musings ))

oliviuhparkinson:

the realisation that it was thea talking to her had olivia snapping out of her daze, turning her full attention to one of her only friends and leaving the pastry ignored on her plate. “ sorry, ” she replied, though her tone was more genuine than sheepish. “ i’m listening this time. promise. ”

“Are you? Then remember listening to people is important no matter who they are. You never know when you’ll learn something. It could come from the most unlikely source.” Althea had been groomed for diplomacy from birth. Listening to others was a skill that had drilled into her. It was a tool for keeping up a kind image, and fostering relationships. Not to mention it kept one in the loop. There was a wealth of information that could be learned by simply listening to others.

#oliviuhparkinson

preowctts:

gideon strolled through the halls after hours, as he normally was most nights. after close to seven years with the same routine, he knew the ups and downs of the prefect shifts well enough to avoid getting caught on a daily basis. there were always off days, and detention was a small price to pay for a walk to calm his thoughts, so there was little that had ever deterred him from leaving the gryffindor common room after curfew. things were slightly different this year for him, however. instead of aimlessly wandering as he did to pass the time, he found himself following a specific path every night now.

he had left the common room slightly later than usual this night. after helping a persistent first year with their charms assignment, he slipped past the portrait of the fat lady, glad that she still snored and slept as deeply as she did every time he went out. he slowed as he finally made it to the door he was looking for, standing just outside the empty divinations classroom he knew althea was waiting for him in. he gave a light knock as he stepped inside. “you didn’t wait long, did you?” @damadiserpeverde

No one could draw out the reason for Althea’s exceptionally good mood all day. Her quips had less bite, and small slights were forgiven with little fuss. The extra time on her appearance today would be written off as her fickle nature, unable to pick the right hair style and perfect lip color. It was shallow and unnecessary she knew. It was also the first time properly seeing him since the end of last year. They had kept up correspondence, but it wasn’t the same as being with him. She had passed him on the train and was sure she hadn’t been able to completely hide her delight. There was no smile from her, but the light in her eyes wouldn’t dim. She couldn’t pinpoint the moment he began to affect her in such a way, but she knew why. There was no need to hide her smile tonight. She’d slipped out of her dorm and made her way to the empty classroom that they’d agreed upon meeting in. Worry built up when he was late, but it all melted away when he opened the door.

“If I’m here before you then I had to wait too long.” The typical edge to her words wasn’t present. There was no scolding tone. It was genuinely gentle and vulnerable, a side reserved only for Gideon. Pretenses had long ago failed with him and she no longer made an effort to be anything but honest around him. It made her feelings hard to hide, but he was worth it to her. There was relief and comfort in not having to carefully choose every word and action. However, there was still some restraint on her part. If she was being completely honest with herself, he had become more than a friend. It simply wasn’t something she could entertain while at school. Perhaps in a year she could when they weren’t in such close quarters with others under constant scrutiny. For now, she settled with wrapping her arms around him in an embrace and quietly letting him know that she was happy to see him.

#preowctts

luciusrnalfoys:

—– “WHY do people feel the need to spit out their – what I assume is – drooble’s best blowing gum right on the castle floors?” The question was rhetorical, as Lucius knew the answer: people were rather filthy. He looked at his shoe again, his nose wrinkling. “Do they even know how expensive these shoes were?”

“Because some people simply have no class and couldn’t fathom the value of a quality pair of shoes.” Althea understand the distaste he had for the situation, but it was such a minor issue. A simple cleaning charm would fix. Pulling out her own wand she did just that. “There you go, darling. Good as new.”

#luciusrnalfoys

@greengrcss

It was a requirement that Althea spend some time with Miriam frequently enough to consider each other friends. The development of a something passing as friendship with the younger girl was a bonus. She did enjoy her company, a fellow political child to understand her motives. That didn’t change the fact that they had to keeps things relatively superficial. There was a risk that getting to know one another too well would mean finding out things they didn’t like about the other and that would spoil the relationship. Staying on good terms was key to grooming an alliance between the Greengrass and Zabini family. Althea would not be the one to ruin it. Perhaps one day they would reach a place where they could move into a more real friendship, but today was not that day. Today was saccharine smiles and generic greetings. The seat beside her was offered to Miriam. “I hope you had lovely summer, and are settling back into school well. Tell me what is new with you.”