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hannah abbott, b. 1979 or 1980
“life isn’t all grand, but it isn’t all miserable either. there’s both sweet and sour in every day. so why focus on the ugly when you can gaze at what’s beautiful? concentrate on the good.” — richelle e. goodrich
this week has been a mess at work but assuming i survive my grocery shopping tomorrow, i’ll be around most of the weekend for message and thread replies 💕
magiikcs:
“as someone who has been around from this time until ninety years and longer anywhere but the secret tunnels would be a good place.” helena stated to gabrielle. helena was a hogwarts ghost who had been around since hogwarts was founded, first as a student, daughter of rowena, and then as ravenclaw’s house ghost and she knew it took a lot to actually harm hogwarts or hogsmeade.
Against everything she’d been taught of with regards to being a proper lady, Gabrielle couldn’t help but sit up in interest at the extra bit of information. She’d circle back to her actual question later, that could wait.“Secret tunnels? That seems rather ominous. There definitely aren’t any of those at Beauxbatons. Or...” She stopped, tilting her head to the side as she considered, “if there are, then they’ve done an excellent job at staying secret.”
serpentsorcias:
Where was he? That was the question that endlessly floated through his mind. The place he was in did not seem to be familiar at all. Why was he here? Salazar remembered his death as though it happened yesterday, long and painful. Could this possibly be the afterlife? He thought once more. This was not the afterlife, but what looked like to be a village of sorts. Wanting to know who brought him back from the dead, he found the nearest life and walked towads them. “You there!” He shouted, “come hither!”
Penelope was already over this entire thing. She was unamused, unimpressed, and underwhelmed. She’d loved every moment since learning she was a witch, don’t get her wrong. But since graduating Hogwarts and choosing to invest the majority of her time in the Muggle world, the entire wizarding community felt foreign to her. Something told her she would have felt that way even without the literal time warp. She’d been refamiliarinzng herself with Hogsmeade’s layout when she heard the shout, and quickly turned in its direction. Come hither? Were manners a late-twentieth century construct? “Can I help you?”
roxie--weaslcy:
“You got a point there.” Roxie pointed out at her cousin but despite the thought being something that would make Roxanne hesitant, it intrigued her instead. She wondered what Quidditch was like before those rules were in place and how brutal the game could get. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to play but it sounded fun. Roxanne realized young that a lot of things that sounded fun were not the best ideas. Lily was constantly trying to talk her out of reckless things for as long as Roxanne could remember. “It’d probably be a wicked game though. I would miss my broom though, not sure how theirs work now.”
Could Lucy appreciate the finer parts of Quidditch? Absolutely. Did that mean she understood the pull some people had to hop on a broomstick and fly through the air, dodging bludgers and adrenaline-fueled opposite teams? Absolutely not. She preferred her feet firmly on the ground, thank you very much. Growing up as a Weasley though, she’d seen her fair share of aunts and uncles and cousins lose their mind in the middle of a match. Particularly now, she could certainly get wanting some degree of familiarity however one could get it. Her head was spinning with all the horrible outcomes that could stem from the less-than-safe Quidditch world of the 1920s, but she bit her tongue. Now wasn’t the time. “Probably way less stable. You know, less about how you play the game and more about who can steer their broom into the other guy the hardest. You could probably teach them a thing or two though. Give them a little bit of that twenty-first century prowess. ”
petuniaevns:
To her, they were speaking utter nonsense. She had no idea what they were referring to and she didn’t care either. Nia was sick and tired of people asking her things like she was part of this whole weird fiasco. She stared at them to let them know that she wasn’t in the mood and when they were done sighed, “Look, I honestly don’t know what you want from me. I didn’t understand a thing you just said, I just want to find someone who will let me go home.”
Hannah would be the first to admit that her demeanor was not made for this type of situation. She’d once burst into tears as a first year because she’d walked into the wrong classroom, which didn’t come anywhere close to comparing to walking in to the wrong time period. That was something she couldn’t deal with at her peak, much less now with her current (future?) state. In the other’s defense, Hannah had just thrown a list of names at her, desperate to know if she’d stumbled across anyone Hannah knew. Clearly, neither of them had fared too well. “Sorry,” she mumbled out. “If it’s any consolation, I don’t think anyone isn’t letting you go home. It’s just... not an option. Yet.” The last bit was added on for her own sake, truthfully.
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evcnity:
* ╰ FLEUR WAS never one to ponder on the future . her mind rarely went past the present - merlin forbid if she ever doted on the past . so , naturally , fleur thought it was quite cruel that she was picked up from the life she was content with and left in a darker remnant of a teenage memory ; hogwarts . she was moved from her miserable nostalgia when her ears pricked with the sweet voice of her sister floating through the air , how she missed her . “ gabrielle — away from maman for a few days and you’ve already turned to vandalism . ” a cheshire grin paints her features as fleur moves out of the shadows to place her hands on her younger sister’s cheeks , raising her brows gently .
From the moment she’d set foot in this predicament, there had been a small list of people that Gabrielle had hoped had been brought back with her. Not that she would wish this on anyone, but the phrase misery loves company had come to mind. That bit of hope hadn’t compared to actually seeing her older sister. A few years younger than the Fleur from her own time, but still someone who filled Gabrielle with an instant warmth. “Given the circumstances, I think maman might forgive me.” For a moment, she considered controlling herself. Only for a moment though — almost as soon as she’d met Fleur’s eyes, Gabrielle was throwing her arms around her sister. “Fleur, you’ve no idea how happy I am you’re here!”
avictxry:
Astoria placed a sugar cube into her tea before she gave it a quick stir as her ears pricked at the sound of the young woman nearest her. She tapped her spoon against her cup before she set the spoon down. “I’m sure it depends on where you place the message,” She spoke up in French. “Somewhere you know it will be found when you want it to be found.”
At the sound of her mother tongue, both Gabrielle’s ears and her spirit perked up. Even in her own time, it was a comfort, a reminder of home since she’d moved countries for her studies. "That is the problem, isn’t it?” She turned in her seat towards the voice, smiling bright. “I’m not familiar with what around.... here would be most likely to be found. The hot spots, you know?”
petuniaevns:
She felt like a complete outsider and she felt unsafe. Nia was exhausted and she didn’t know her Vernon would handle dealing with two infants. Harry and Dudley were not that different in age. She ran her hands down her face and then peeked over at the stranger who was speaking to her. As a child, she wanted nothing more than to come to this world with Lily but now all she felt was disgust. “How in heavens would I know? I’m not like one of you. I don’t belong here. I’ve never even been here before so I’m not sure how I ended up getting sucked up like the rest of you.”
Gabrielle could understand frustration with this whole ordeal. She could even understand lashing out from that frustration.For all the class and grace she’d been raised with, she had certainly let her emotions get the better of her at times. What she could not understand, and more importantly, what she would not tolerate, was an assault on her people. “I beg your pardon?” Not for the first time, she wished she could trade heights with Madame Maxine to give her some degree of intimidation. Instead, she just settled for narrowing her eyes at the other woman. “I’ll have you know that you would be so lucky to be one of me. Then, you might have an ounce of manners, raised in a proper society. Casse-toi.”
{lalisa manoban; cis female; pansexual} look who just appeared in hogsmeade, it’s HANNAH ABBOTT, the 20 year old WITCH. SHE was taken from the GOLDEN TRIO ERA and is working as a STUDENT. some describe them as KIND-HEARTED, but they can also be described as NAIVE.
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The whole being sucked back in time thing wasn’t what was primarily grinding Gabrielle’s gears. Nope; where her brain was instead was the future. Specifically, needing to make sure someone in her time knew not to overfeed her cats. If she got home and Cat-herine had developed arthritis, she was going to lose it. “If someone wanted to say... carvea message into some floorboards in the hopes it’ll still be around in ninety years, what might be the best place to do it? I mean, where around here has the best chance of surviving until then?”
albussevervspottcr:
“So.. if you run into someone you know in the future, are you allowed to tell them you know them? Or is that against time travel rules? Are there even rules?” Albus questioned out loud, mostly to himself but he wasn’t aware that there was someone paying attention and listening to him. He jumped slightly at the sound of another voice but tried not to make it evident that he did.
"There should be rules.” That had been Lucy’s nonstop thought ever since this whole debacle happened — it was messing with her nerves, but she knew that it would be tolerable if there were at least some sort of regulations, an iota of proof that this was under reasonable control. But alas... for now, she just sighed and looked at her cousin. “But how do you even make them for something like this? It’s probably not in the Ministry Disasters 101 handbook... Or maybe it will be, after this.”
roxie--weaslcy:
“So are we allowed to play Quidditch here or at least practice?” She rested her chin over the palm of her hand. “Because I have a big game coming up and I don’t want to get rusty.” She also wanted to see how they played and maybe learn something new in the process.
“I’d imagine you are, but depending on the number of players lurking around, it might be hard to find a practice space. Or a broom.” Truthfully, Lucy had most likely spent too much time thinking over the logistics of having so many people confined to one space, but it did raise some interesting questions. “You know, there are probably some people walking around from before a bunch of rules and regulations were put into place. You could find yourself up against some truly insane things.”
stcllarvm:
alice was on edge, even though she has been in the 1920s for a few days now, the witch was still very nervous to be here. she could still feel her body hurting from the cruciatus curse; alice had kept to herself so far, afraid that she will accidentally snap at someone while she works through how she felt. the witch was walking along the street late at night, in the dark. every little noise made the witch jump, she didn’t want to get kidnapped like in the past and she just wanted to find her husband, son, and her friends. she wanted to see someone who would tell her it’s alright and that she is finally safe. she heard footsteps behind her and snapped back with her wand drawn. “show yourself.” @hogsmeadeimportant
Was Gabrielle happy with the situation at hand? Absolutely not, but in the time since she’d opened her eyes in an entirely new (old?) decade, she’d come to terms with the fact that she had little to no control over things. Now, she’d settled into the basic role of getting use to her surroundings — many folks seemed to have some understanding of Hogsmeade regardless of when they were from, but Gabrielle had only been in the UK for a few years, and there’d never been any reason for her to set foot in this area before. She’d found it was easier to stroll at night, when students were sleeping and most adults were sleeping. What she didn’t expect in her late-hour wanderings was to run into someone else and have a wand pointed at her faster than she could process. “Whoa, take it easy,” she said, holding up her own hands but resting assured her own wand was still tucked in her robes. “I’m not hiding, promise.”