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hey, isn’t that ODESSA BELGRAVE-SCAMANDER? i read a daily prophet article on them, once ; the TWENTY-SIX year old SQUIB has gone on to be a A MUGGLE LIAISON WITH THE WIX LAW ENFORCEMENT. i’ve heard they can be quite WORLDLY & SELF-ASSURED, but i don’t know… they came off very SELF-CENTERED & GRANDIOSE in that interview. it really is hard to know what to believe these days though, isn’t it?
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hoggleswart:
Brief moment of solace is found as conversation turns to Marco. There’s no one in this world Andie loves more than her son : the mere mention of his name brings a warmth to her life that she never had before becoming a mother and it provides a brief reprieve from their otherwise awkward encounter. ‘ Merlin, I hope not. I don’t think I’m quite strict enough to successfully parent a rebel. One look in those big, brown eyes and I’d let him get away with just about anything. ’ She used to hear people talk about parenthood. — It never made much sense back then. So hard to believe the blind devotion others swore to, when her own family was so fractured, but she gets it now. Stands here with the same sickening pride brimming in her features that was in theirs. ‘ I did manage to find this though. ’ Hand reaches into the bag hooked over her arm, hanging loose in the crease of inner elbow where it’s slipped off shoulder, reappearing moments later to reveal a tiny stuffed bear wearing an equally - tiny Chudley Canons sweater. ‘ It’s not much. ’ Nowhere near what she wishes she could give him. ‘ But it’s still something. I think he’ll like them. They’re cute. ’
Odessa makes a concentrated effort to keep her smile from looking as pained as it feels. If not Andie--though certainly her, the squib would argue--then at the very least Marco is deserving of more than he’s given. Deserving of the world. Of a loving family and a warm home and the unfettered ability to have whatever he’d like. The fact of the matter is that Odessa likes kids, and for as much as she likes most kids at large, she likes Marco more. It’d be easy to say that it ties back to his connection to Andie, and it’s not strictly unrelated, but it’s not the whole truth. There’s a bright light in that boy that Odessa would love to see brightened, enhanced, shared with the world. It’s all complicated, muddled by the past they weaved together until the threads ran short. Even if she wishes it had lasted forever--and she does--that isn’t how life works. Not now, not ever. She swallows back the thickness of her own emotions, eyelashes kissing at the corners as she nods. “It’s sweet, you know. Really.” When did she get to sound so earnest? Where is it coming from? The truth is a painful thing and so she shoves it back, clearing her throat for a moment as she glances around the shop. “He’s... what? Five now? Four?”
hoggleswart:
She’s always been a touch on the awkward side. Bumbling through life, searching desperately for somewhere to fit in — and never quite succeeding. She’d say the wrong thing, or trust the wrong person, Same script, different cast, each ending leaving her a little more lonelier than before. It wasn’t like that with Odessa. Meeting the other was like finding some semblance of a home, however temporary it might’ve been, and when she looks at her now, it isn’t awkwardness that triggers her fight or flight mode. It’s shame. The bitter reminder that this is someone Andie left behind, like so many others left her. Fingers pick nervously at a loose thread in her cuff, worn and torn ( even slightly chewed from when Marco was teething. ), just like it’s owner. Odessa has caught her in the secondhand broom store mere minutes after clocking off a double morning / afternoon shift at The White Wyvern. The scent of stale butterbeer and tacky cologne still seems to be following her, and she’s so painfully aware this isn’t the vibes one hopes for when running into an ex. ‘ Right, here. We can be here. — I mean, I was actually thinking of heading out anyway. I’m trying to find one of those cute, little Chudley Canons kits for Marco. Kids always look so cute in those, but there’s, uh. There’s nothing around. ’ She means there’s nothing within her price range. ‘ Probably for the best. Knowing my luck, he’ll grow up a Ballycastle Bats fan and hate me for the betrayal. ’
There’s a not-insignificant part of her that wants to offer relief. To turn and go without causing anymore undue stress for either of them, a soft and easy let-down for them both. A goodbye that won’t hurt. But realistically, honestly, that’s not a fathomable option. Because it already hurts, even if the sting is perhaps of her own doing. There are times, many times, that she wonders if it’s her fault that Andie left. If she held on too tight or too long or was too much of herself--sharp and angled and clawed like a wounded animal. If perhaps her self-directed derision had corrupted her so far that she wasn’t easy to love. But that, perhaps, is the limited self-pity talking. Realistically, she knows that isn’t it. Knows that things were far more complicated than that from the get-go and that they’re even moreso now, no matter how valiantly she’d fight to say otherwise. Odessa watches as Andie tugs at her cuff, taking in the loose threads and wondering for a fraction of a second if she could find a way to slip some extra money into Andie’s bag without her knowing. Or if she could offer it to her now. At least to buy Marco the kit--absurdly over-priced for what it is, a horrendous downside the marketing children’s clothing. But it wouldn’t help. Not really. Perhaps it’d make things more awkward. “If you were going to go...” She doesn’t want to finish the sentence, voice dropping off for a moment. Maybe she should just let this go. Take a breath. I’d like to see you again. “Surely he won’t rebel that hard,” she offers with a faint chuckle. It’s the best she has in this moment, meager as it is. “Chudley Canons is the way to go, I’ve been told.”
❛ i need to step outside for … some air . i will not be back for … many days . ❜ -- andie macnair ( @hoggleswart )
The worst of it, the brutal truth, is that Odessa is tempted to laugh. Not out of any ill will, mind you, but out of the flutter of something desperate and youthful and light in her chest. Lips part to speak and come up empty, her arsenal of tactical phrases and trim, cutting insults abandoned in the face of the woman she never quite got over. And how could she, really? When Andie, even awkward and unsure as she seems to be, looks for all of the squib’s memory like the most beautiful woman in the room. Casting her gaze away in a meager attempt to hide the upward quirk of her lips, Odessa coughs, clears her throat. There’s got to be something she can say. Something as pretty and delicate and gentle as Andie deserves. “You don’t--” The sentence cuts itself off short and she closes her eyes. Inhales long and sharp as her head turns back to the other woman’s face. Eyes open slowly, almost as if she’s afraid to look. “You don’t have to go, you know, if you don’t want to. We can just... be here.”
hcavyhead:
𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒚𝒏𝒆𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 blunt - force object than any sort of refined weapon . he knew he had a tendency to trample through problems without prior thought . still , polyneices was aware enough to know when he’s put his foot in his own mouth . ❝ no , i get that . i do , ❞ he insists , and the earnestness coloring his tone only corroborates his words . ❝ it’s just . . . it’s the choosing separation i don’t get . ❞ polyneices noticed . he always noticed when things were bothering them or if they were hurt or if they were struggling because he was always watching . his self - proclaimed role as protector of A L L remaining scamanders was one he took very seriously . at times , however , his need to help out didn’t always translate into an ability to help . it certainly never stopped him from trying though . or from running his stupid mouth . ❝ you know ant’s friend from the shop ? he’s got no magic either . that one bloke is a muggle at the ministry . they’re doing just fine , you know ? ❞ and it’s a rough argument , one that he knows doesn’t acknowledge all of the hardships that either one of those examples have probably faced within this realm of magic , but he’s sticking by it . ❝ you don’t have to isolate yourself as much as you think you do . the dumb ones will just do it for you and i’ll beat em up about it . ❞
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Realistically, words are what she’s best at. Fashioning syllables into weapons and shields has become her lifeline. The thing about it is that Odessa excels at guarded antagonism, at verbal war, a knight of sorts in her own right. And like any knight of fable or history, it comes with a price: she doesn’t know what to make of peace. It is in times of understanding and calm respect that she falters. And so here, looking across at Polyneices, her words fail her. How does she explain that even sitting right here next to him, she feels a world away? How can she make him understand that there is a spark of something in him that she isn’t privy to--something she can only observe, never feel? How does she tell him how desperately, ferociously, deeply that hurts without sounding like she’s throwing herself a pity party? Language is not her ally here. It is not her friend. It is a steadfast enemy of the state of Belgrave-Scamander. But still, she listens to what he has to say. For any faults he may have, Polyneices is insistent and loving, a defender to his core. Everything he offers her now comes from a place of care, of wanting to see her succeed. It’s truly only family that she could listen to like this without getting angry. Her smile doesn’t slip free of its position on her lips, but it does stop meeting her eyes. “Dursley.” She provides the name easily, filling the space between them for a moment. “The muggle in the Ministry. He’s not so bad.” Far from high praise, but certainly not her most condemning statement. All things considered, she thinks higher of him than half the rest of her coworkers. She reaches out, brushing her fingers across her cousin’s hand just for a moment of contact. It’s grounding. And hopefully, for him, it’s reassuring. “There’s this gap between you and me, right? Not that anyone put there, but that exists by nature of my... condition. And there’s big shoes to fill in the family name, which I know you know.” When she looks at him, she thinks she can see the weight of it on his shoulders. “Not because of anything put on us by our mums and dads, but because of who our family has been. There’s this social pressure to be something... I don’t know, something spectacular? At the very least, something powerful. And I think I’m still figuring out how to be that in my own way.” A pause, giving her words a moment to breathe. “Does that make any sense?”
antigonai:
“did we really not tell you?” merlin, they’ve really let her down, haven’t they? though antigone feels bad for that, they can really only claim about a third of the blame - they’re sure they’ve done well by odessa in so many other respects that the moving staircases is only a blip, but she can’t believe no one else ever mentioned it, even in passing. something she takes as so typically hogwarts is remarkable in another frame of mind and that’s mind boggling to her all on its own, but, as evidenced… also sort of alarming to the unknowing party. “i’m sorry. if it makes up for it, any, i can warn you ahead of time that some of the steps will just randomly disappear throughout the day - sometimes just as you’re about to step on them. try not fall through, won’t you?”
“No!” And she’s not upset, not really. It’s more that the immediate moment was alarming and Antigone’s amusement of it was initially a bit frustrating and now Odessa’s stuck in a theatrical loop to keep the game up. For fun or whatever. More than anything, she’s a bit befuddled at how this could possibly be safe for anyone involved, especially younger children, but opts to set it aside. There’s some things--clearly--that she’ll never understand. Aspects of the magical world she lives in that simply aren’t meant for her consumption. Like ever. Perhaps this is just one of them. The thought is a bit sobering, but Odessa keeps up the act, shaking her head as laughter spills from her lips. “That’s a joke, right? You can’t be serious. That’s some kind of health hazard.”
antigonai:
“why thank you,” she curtsies, though she makes sure to grab a bunch of skirts in each hand to keep it held above the mucky ground. antigone was mostly here for the chance to perform ( and to man the wand stall with ajay, though her heart wasn’t entirely in her work, this one weekend ), but the opportunity to dress up had been to good of one to pass up. she really doesn’t see the point in not at least TRYING, though she tries to be diplomatic. “no, i suppose not. i figured you might have for me, though.”
It’s an honest enough answer, but still Odessa continues laughing. There’s something about the idea of the squib dressing up for Ren Faire that is equal parts ridiculous and hilarious, especially to her. Though, she supposes, the optimism is admirable. And the sheer fact that they seem to be enjoying themselves speaks volumes about the event, anyway. “I love you to bits, you know, but the costuming might be a bit much for me.” Though, perhaps... “Maybe I’ll pick up a flower crown or something, if it’ll appease you.”
hcavyhead:
❝ 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 ? ❞ 𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒔 , and the stretch of his shoulders as he leans his weight on his elbows is all older brother . this is the role he has taken on for himself without odessa having to ask . or wanting to , really . it was a task he had given himself ( and sometimes , it was unwarranted . sometimes , he wondered if any of them really would have chosen this for him in the end ) . ❝ come on , des . ❞ polyneices nudges her shoulder with his own , more earnest camaraderie than anything . it’s well - meaning , even if the sentiment he tries to impart falls a bit flat . ❝ you know we’d never keep this from you , right ? you belong here just as much as any of the rest of us . ❞
【 𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆 - 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 ( @dovvnriver ) 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 : “ you know i spent my whole life trying to keep this part of me separate ? ” 】
Odessa likes all of her cousins in earnest, which is more than the squib can say for most people. Despite having exceptionally little in common with pretty much all of them, there’s genuinely something about them that brings a warm peace to her otherwise painfully stagnant existence. There’s nothing she wouldn’t do for them--lie, cheat, kill, whatever. Even tell the truth, if it came down to it, and in some cases that’s a bigger step than the darker alternatives. But it’s moments like this that she thinks maybe they--the whole family, really--are blinded by their love for her. That perhaps the breadth and scope of their acceptance of her No Matter What spares them from the reality. They will always have something she doesn’t. They will always be something she isn’t. And while there’s nothing inherently wrong with that fact, it’s just a reality. So the fact that Polyneices asks her why, that he doesn’t see the truth even though it’s been clear as day since she was just shy of ten... it feels a bit like a slap to the face. Whatever she may feel, though, she doesn’t show it on her face. Just turns her head to look at him and smiles back at her big cousin. “I know you’d never keep it from me, and you’re not. But to say that I belong here just as much as the rest of you?” She pauses, giving him a look that’s almost critical. “Well that’s a bit of a joke, isn’t it? I don’t. And that’s got to be okay.”
antigonai:
𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄: you know i spent my whole life trying to keep this part of me separate? 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐁𝐘: @dovvnriver !
“yeah, but…” antigone is trying so hard not to laugh, and unfortunately, it shows. their side actually HURTS from the effort, and when pressing their mouth into a tight line doesn’t do much overall good they’re forced into biting down on their bottom lip just to try and keep what promises to be a really inappropriate hoot of laughter at bay. merlin, they’re nearly doubled over and crying by the time they manage to force out, each word punctuated by a giggle they can’t hide, “you didn’t know… about the moving staircases? not an inkling? dessie, you looked terrified.”
It’s an absurd conversation, top to bottom. No matter which angle you took it from, the entire scenario is a mess. Halfheartedly, Odessa considers the fact that this is all the more reason not to go to the memorial. Not that it’s a viable option, of course, as being absent sends as much of a message as being present, and in a much worse way. But if it spares her the embarrassment--the squib anchors herself back to the moment and rolls her eyes. It comes as a gesture to both herself and Antigone, but Merlin, it might be more directed at herself right now. “How was I meant to know?” It’s a bit theatrical, her pitch and tone, but it suits the moment and the audience. “Ant, I’ve never needed to be on a moving staircase before! No one warned me!”
if you could gain magic through the sudden death of someone you do not know and have no guarantee of EVER knowing, would you take that offer?
"I'd think about it..." She's thinking about it now, and finds herself half-torn between the the gut feeling that it would make her the worst kind of person and the thought that it would level the playing field in a way she'll never achieve on her own. "I think... maybe. There's plenty of shitty wizards that we'd be better off without, so there's a decent chance it'd be one of them, right?" Tell that to the gnawing feeling in her stomach.
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I never meant to be hypocritical These fucking crazy rides left me cynical Odessa Noelle Belgrave-Scamander
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toujovrspurs:
“well, you haven’t been missing out,” narcissa remarks, as candid with her thoughts as she ever is when she has enough alcohol warring in her veins, “they’re terribly dull.” it’s true, of course, that she and lucius had fought tooth and nail for their tickets - in this situation, there really was no pleasing her. narcissa would have been JUST as unhappy had she missed out on the opportunity to dress up and sip cheap champagne ( broken out by the bar when the good stuff had run out, which was predictably early on ) as she is being stuck here, now, though her mood is probably able to be tracked back to the fact that lucius hasn’t been nearby in quite a while. “i strongly advise you start drinking sooner rather than later - you’ve got quite a bit of catching up to do before the rest of the night will be tolerable.”
“Not a fan of the art, I take it.” Odessa is nothing if not amused by the candor. Her smile, though still polished, has taken a turn for the genuinely and rightfully amused, eyes locked rather intently on Narcissa. She’d hardly expected this level of honesty from anyone at the night’s event--nor had she particularly expected to run into Mrs. Malfoy. It’s not a surprise, by any means, that the family has achieved tickets to the event. The fact that they’re here is something to be expected, but the frankness of her dislike is... refreshing, perhaps. She lifts the still-full glass of champagne in her hand as if to gesture that she’s started and offers a small shrug. “I hear they’ve already run out of the good stuff, so I suppose you’re probably right. I’ve been sipping at this one since I got in, but maybe I should put a bit more focus into it.” The sentence is followed up with a light laugh, one hand already waving off her own words.
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“I’m afraid I’ve never been to the opera,” she admits, kicking the conversation off with an equal parts unsurprising and unhelpful bit of information. “So I suppose I’m not particularly sure what to expect. Other than that time--I’ve heard operas are quite lengthy, is that true?” This part was a bit of a lie, of course, or perhaps more of a lie of omission. Odessa had done her due diligence and looked into operas as a whole the same day her mother had mentioned this one in the first place; there was really no reason to be caught unaware at an event such as this one. Not when she could just do a bit of digging, ask around the right circles, and find out most of what she needed to know. Such as the fact that operas are, by nature of their very core, unbearably long. She’s not particularly looking forward to that bit, nor is she fully convinced she’ll stay the whole time. Perhaps slipping out at intermission to return home to her cat is the best option for everyone involved. Head turns to look at her companion curiously, awaiting a response.
gelsemivm:
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the last time that she’d been at the cadbury ren faire, dionisia had gone through more dried flowers than she ever went through outside of festivals and fairs like this. “do you have a preference for any specific varieties?” as she spoke, she already was kneeling down behind the stand and checking the crates of dried flowers she kept there. she stood back up, one of the crates in her hands. she set it down on the counter and pulled out a few bundles, all made out of warm colors. “do any of these work?”
“I don’t know terribly much about flowers, if I’m being honest.” A small shrug moved at her her shoulders, eyes wandering this stall and the surrounding ones as she waits for more options. If she’s being totally honest, Odessa knows she’s partially here of her own accord. Her curiosity got the better of her and she used to have so much fun coming to these as a child... it’s just different now. Pulled out of her daze by the second question, the squib moves closer to the counter and begins to look over the bundles. “They’re all quite pretty.”
antigonai:
“you know, i think it really suits me,” and honestly, she’s only half joking. the hat isn’t her favorite part of the whole ensemble - that goes to the dress with its heavy skirts and laced up front, close second being the leather belt that hangs low & loose upon her hips - but in her opinion, it’s the thing that pulled the rest of it all together. well, and the lute. alright; so antigone is getting a ridiculous amount of enjoyment from the whole thing. sue her. “it’s mine, but i’m fairly lucky i found it so last minute. everywhere was sold out, which is the trouble i’m assuming you ran into.”
To each their own--a mentality that Odessa holds loosely and selectively. In fact, almost exclusively to her family and the small number of pseudo-friends she’s acquired over the years. But in this case, especially for Antigone, she clings to it so hard she actually laughs. As long as they’re having fun... “You look like you’ve walked right out of a history book.” Or something to the effect. Perhaps a bit modernized here and there, but on the whole... well, it’s clear they cared enough to try. It’s more than Odessa can say for herself, really. She snorts indignantly at the assumption, rolling her eyes. “Do I really strike you as the Dressing Up for a Ren Faire type, Ant?”
