gotta have roots before branches

Eleanor Greengrass. Neutral. Sacred Twenty-Eight. Ask me what I think, and I'll tell you what you wanna hear.

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gideondprewett:

“Work, ugh,” Gideon groans as he sits down across from her, “I wasn’t planning on starting it today, but, suppose I probably should. I was just heading out to admire the majesty of nature.”

She chuckled softly, shaking her head at him. “You should. The sooner it’s done, the sooner it’s out of mind, right? Besides, isn’t the majesty of nature a little... cold, right now?”

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healerobin:

     at the touch alex nodded in a ‘what can you do’ sort of way. “thanks for understanding,” he responded with a tired smile, patting her hand in return. he listened to her reasoning, brow furrowing as he mind tried to comprehend what exactly she meant. “why not? you seem like a caring enough person, plus you seem to have knowledge on healing properties already. not that you’ll be making the medicines, that’s another job, far more complicated.” he took another sip of his tea. “oh yeah, definitely,” alex replied with confidence. “wanted to be a healer ever since i was a kid. hopefully after this i’ll be able to apply for a job at st mungos — that’s the goal.”

“well... i feel like medicine... healing... it’s not really something you should have to convince someone to do, right? i have no passion for it, nor do i particularly want to. i have the utmost respect for healers, but i just want to do something else with my life. healing shouldn’t be a last resort sort of profession, should it?” she mused quietly. elle really didn’t know if she was all together squeamish about blood, not having been exposed to much of it. but she did know that herbology and potions were difficult to her, and she did not work all that well under pressure, so her becoming a healer had never been an appealing future. eleanor drained her cup as she listened to him, the residual heat making her palms warm. “and if not saint mungo’s then where? d’you have another hospital in mind or might you come back and make your position here a bit more permanent?”

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gideondprewett:

Gideon had been milling about the library, having once had the intention to complete some school work. For now, though, he was assessing Eleanor Greengrass. Approaching her, he turns his head, “I don’t need anything, just reading over your shoulder. I haven’t started that just yet.”

Elle jokingly covered her paper, grinning up at him, “Oi, don’t think you can swipe ideas from me, Prewett.” She still had a touch of difficulty telling them apart, but she assumed with reasonable certainty that this was Gideon. “Though if you want to work across from me and bounce ideas off one another, I’m ok with that.”

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elenawoodrxw:

“The entire time I was writing this Astronomy essay I was thinking about the Star Wars theme song. I hope I didn’t write anything about Han Solo.”

“Star Wars?” Elle’s brow furrowed slightly. “Is the, um, Han Solo a special part where someone sings alone?”

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blvckheir:

“It doesn’t get boring always watching me save the game?” he joked, brushing away a piece of her hair that was poking him. “Now that Emma is back I’m sure the party after we win will be killer.”

“Nah.” Eleanor grinned up at him proudly. “You always do it in such spectacular fashion.” She readjusted her hair so only the minimum of it was on his neck and leaned her head on his shoulder. “Of course it will be. You guys winning is inevitable!”

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antheaxdelafuente:

“Don’t mind me,” Anthea said as they slid into a seat with a sigh. The library was hardly their favorite place at school, but it was one of the few places they could be sure they wouldn’t be drawn into a conversation. Slouching into a comfortable position, they pulled out a book to pretend to read.

Elle looked over with lifted eyebrows for a brief moment, watching the stately Slytherin sit down next to her. She knew they weren’t reading just by the inconsistent way Anthea’s eyes moved on the page. But Eleanor had a paper to write and they didn’t seem to want to be bothered, so she kept her head down and wrote, waiting for Anthea to start the conversation when she was ready.

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daenatravers:

  “ –– if you’ve come to me to speak ill of rabastan, i’m so not the person to talk to. ” warning words escape her before eleanor finishes her tirade of words. an old protective feeling over the boy draped in shadows kicking in ( as it always did ) when someone tried to say any unkind word. even if she, herself, didn’t speak much to rabastan ( avoided more like it ) she didn’t want to hear others speak of him in a BAD way. he wasn’t hers to love, not hers to have, but that did not mean she hated him. how could she, when she had been the one to break HIS heart. & once he had been her HAVEN, the one who held her through the storms and made an eternal smile radiate over her lips. the first LOVE to have ever held her close. to her, rabastan would always be SPECIAL, and by that sentiment she would never stand anyone saying a harsh word of him. not when they were supposed to be his friend. “ i thought you were his FRIEND, eleanor. ” more warnings falling off the tip of her tongue but a smile is accompanied with it. not the kind of smile that one bellatrix black would shoot her enemies ( a deadly smile ) but a kind one. almost warm and inviting. “ you and i were friends once, and i understand why you might have gotten a skewed image of me, but perhaps it’s not to me you should apologise to right now, at least by the sound of it. ”

elle suppressed a groan or a particularly frustrated shriek with some measure of difficulty, and she ran her fingers through her thick, black hair. “me? speak ill of rabastan? especially to you? c’mon, daena. you know i wouldn’t.” of all the people to be baring claws at right now, especially when elle had already done her time with the best of intentions and been slapped down by the man himself for it. “i LOVED him.” she said bitterly. “or whatever my messed up world lets me think love is. i don’t even know. but he’s not the focus of this.i’m trying to apologize to you. please.” there was a pleading, genuine tone in her voice, and she couldn’t even look at daena. “i have nothing to apologize for when it comes to him.” calm down, princess. you’re picking at the wrong thread here. “please just forget i even mentioned him. i was just trying to explain what happened between us. i wanted to apologize for what’s going on with us. that is my fault.”

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Eleanor had her head bent over her Transfiguration assignment, quill moving almost as fast as her thoughts when someone approached her from the side. “I’m sorry... I’m just... give me a second...” She said, hardly looking up to where either a friend or an erstwhile admirer or even a stranger with some unfathomable motivation had crept up on her. All she knew was that she had too many thoughts for her head and they all needed to make it down on parchment before they scattered.

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narcissablvxk:

Narcissa giggled, thankful for her “lessons” with Barty. It made it easier to pretend that the ring on her finger didn’t weigh as much as the entire reputation of the Black family name. This shouldn’t be my job!!!!, she wanted to yell. But she never would. Instead she just giggled again, a smile following shortly after. “Oh I doubt it. In fact I’m suspicious that he may be sending whatever comes to his room to mine, I swear one of these things around here had his name on it.” She flashed Eleanor a grin. “Something I ought to get used to, eh? Dealing with his things,” she giggled again, a hand hovering over her lips. “At least my heart skips even when I read his name.”

They faced the lake. She remembered as a child thinking they’d named the body of water after her family. It was, in her eyes, large and beautiful, just like their family. Wouldn’t it only make sense for that to be the case? She quickly learned that it wasn’t, but as time went on it only made more and more sense. After all, the lake was deep, ominous, it hid things that would terrify most, unless you’d learned how to turn off the fear. And she had. She thought she had. But she was terrified, still. She listened to Eleanor apologize as the water rippled and she actually paid attention to the girl’s words. 

She was quiet for a moment, not having much to say in response. “I don’t know what I’m suppose to say, Eleanor. I’m not going to act like it was okay that you sympathized with him. I could have said anything and it wouldn’t have excused that.” She took a deep breath, stared at the reflection of the sky on the lake. “What’s done is done,” she said before looking at Elle with a smile. “I appreciate your apology, and would love to go back to being good and I mean really truly good. But I can’t say I love you back. I haven’t been taught to let my heart feel that so carelessly. I care about you, I do and that’s more than so many people can say, but I’ve only ever said I’ve loved three people, and I don’t want to lie to you. I’m sorry.” She shrugged because she hoped maybe this was the nicest way to go about it. “I still want you to be my friend.” 

As the girl reached into her pockets, she looked at what she had and almost took a step back. “Won’t I get sick?” She couldn’t imagine what it may feel like, but she knew her friends had been on such things and she didn’t think it would go very well for her. “I mean, what if someone laced it with something? Or what if someone comes up to me and asks questions that I answer truthfully on accident? I can’t get in trouble, Elle. Not with everything that’s happening.”

“What a coward.” She teased, copying Narcissa’s laugh, “And I’m sure if we were to ask him, he’d claim to have allergies or something!” Eleanor knew that few people were happy about having their marriages arranged, but if two people were ever bound to marry one another anyway, it certainly seemed like Lucius and Cissa were that lucky pair. “That definitely all bodes well. I’m sure he feels the same about you.” She grinned encouragingly. After all, whether or not Narcissa liked it, the wedding was happening... might as well be enthusiastic about it, right?

Eleanor shook her head, having prepared for that. “You don’t have to say anything, Cissa. You never even have to forgive me for it, because it was... terrible. But you deserve to know how much I regret that choice.” She nodded understandingly and tentatively took Narcissa’s hand. “I want to be truly good as well... and I don’t want you to say you feel something that isn’t there. I do love you, and I’m alright if you don’t feel the same way back, especially since you do care about me. Don’t apologize for it.” A soft squeeze of the smooth palm in her own. “I want to be your friend as well.”

“You won’t get sick.” Elle promised, a comforting smile on her face paired with an honest look. “That’s why I’ve brought you all the way out here where hardly anyone goes. We can see anyone that comes and move away. And I swear to you it isn’t laced with anything. I trust the person who gave me this immensely, and I watched him roll them. Like I said, if you don’t want to risk it, throw it in the lake... But it will do nothing but relax you, Cissa. It’s meant to be enjoyable.” She pressed the first blunt into the younger girl’s palm and pulled a packet of matches from her pocket offering one to her.

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daenatravers:

focused on the canopy now displaying STARS across a dark background. stars twinkling and giving light in a delicate and subtle way but yet they were there. a soothing comfort when her world was falling apart around her. each day having become another fight to not OPEN her eyes completely. DENIAL had become her friend, and she gripped it so tightly that had she held it in her hands her nails would be digging into her palm, drawing blood. she is so deep in thought that she doesn’t notice that eleonor greengrass also is in the dorm. perhaps she even had tried to forget about the girl’s existence as the two had not spoken since rabastan had broken up with her. that eleanor had chosen to take rabastan’s side had been OBVIOUS and a former friendship had been forgotten, and thus had the girl. however, when eleonor speaks her name daena looks up, turning her attention towards the girl and furrowing her brow slightly. it was not HOSTILITY that was expressed but CONFUSION. what on earth could eleanor greengrass want?

“ i don’t usually see a point in speaking to those who aren’t polite ”, she begins as she settles down on her bed still facing eleanor. “ –– hence, the choice to not speak has been quite mutual. ” but she leaves the silent question to hang in the air. What do you want?

when was i impolite? she wondered to herself, a bit horrified. yes, she’d kept her distance, but she’d never sniped at daena or insulted her. especially not to her face. and most other people would say that elle tried to be polite as a whole. still... if elle made daena feel that way, then it wasn’t up to elle to say that she hadn’t. that’d really be impolite. “the... the choice not to speak came from relatively skewed facts on my end. i... i heard a lot about why you and rabastan had broken up, and i saw how hurt he was and... i assumed. that was WRONG of me. i know that. but, as a lot of people saw recently, i didn’t really see straight when it came to rabastan.” a deep breath, and she rubbed the back of her neck. “hopefully, that’s all changing now and... i know you especially i didn’t treat the way i should have so... i wanted to apologize. genuinely.”

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rcsiier:

As she wasn’t a terribly physically affectionate girl she felt the instinct to hug Eleanor but instead opted for her Gran’s favored two air kisses, the French way. “Eleanor, it has been weeks it seems. That? That was a show and I applaud. Oh! I mustn’t forget, I got you a gift while I was abroad for the holidays.” She sniggered conspiratorially “Aren’t they all?”

Eleanor returned the little kisses, gripping her friend’s hands for a moment afterwards before pulling away. “Weeks! No, it can’t be! We’d never let it get that long.“ Curtsying deeply, she popped back up with a wide smile. “Why thank you, I live to entertain.” And how true that was. “You shouldn’t have! Belle! Well it’s good I have something for you then.” Laughter and a few nods was all Eleanor needed to show she agreed with the younger girl.

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healerobin:

     “i’m sorry, i’m tired,” alex responded with a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair. it wasn’t the greatest excuse for his sudden sensitivity, but it was true that his lack of sleep wasn’t helping. not worth my healer training. alex swallowed, a feeling of guilt spreading across the inside of his chest. “i’m sorry, it’s not that she’s not worth it, it’s that i’m not … i’m not qualified enough, i’m sorry. maybe if you wait a while poppy might come back from … wherever she is. i think she’s – erm – tending to someone near the astronomy tower but i can’t be sure, i’ve been asleep for a while.” he noted her blush and immediately calmed down from the sudden anxiety to listen to her. “night terrors don’t sound great,” he replied with a sympathetic smile. “is being a healer something you would ideally want to do?”

elle reached out and squeezed his hand, smiling as kindly as possible. “please, stop apologizing. i’m being honest with you too. everything’s alright, and i totally understand. i know what you meant. i know what this is. i don’t begrudge you any of this. you’re in training, and poppy is qualified. i’ll come to her with the same. please, i bear you no ill will.” she rubbed her arm and shrugged, “i suppose not, but... it’s been quite some time since i’ve had one.” and it was true. nightmares, perhaps once in a while, but nothing as full blown as what she’d had in her youth. “i... i suppose i don’t know. i’ve never entertained it. it just... didn’t seem like something in my future.” no society lady was a healer. philanthropist, perhaps, but they weren’t in the trenches, stitching and brewing potions and helping. her parents had never mentioned it as something she’d be able to do in the future, and with how poor she was naturally in herbology and potions, it wasn’t something she’d ever applied herself to pursue. “why do you want to do it? be a healer that is.”

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A bit of parchment was steadily filling up with designs and doodles as Eleanor sat on her bed one evening. Her eyes cast up and down the page critically, placing an “x” beside those she deemed unworthy, and circling the ones she liked a great deal. After all, her mother had deemed the whole sewing and clothesmaking thing sweet altogether and certainly womanly. As long as her mother approved she could continue in her endeavors. But now that the parchment was filled, she didn’t have anything immediately on hand to distract her from the other girl in the dorm and the elephant that sat between them.

“Hey, Daena...” She called out tentatively, not sure how she’d be received, but maintaining a pleasant smile nonetheless. “It’s been a while since we’ve talked, hasn’t it? Though... I suppose that’s primarily my doing.”

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blvckheir:

“Thanks,” he smiled down at her. “I’m not worried about Karoonda; I could beat her in my sleep. It should be interesting to see how the rest of the game goes, though. Will you be there?”

“You absolutely could.” Elle grinned, utter faith in her friend. “Will I be there? I could never miss a match where you played.”

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rcsiier:

From the window where she perched she giggled softly, her delicate hand coming to rest before her ruby mouth. It was so practiced, and so terribly false, she admired Elle for keeping a straight face through it all. “Brilliant, truly!” She said aloud when the boy had walked away.

Eleanor turned around at the sound of a familiar voice, and her whole mien brightened at the sight of the pretty Rosier girl. “Belle!” She grinned widely and walked over. “I’ve not seen you for ages. D’you like that? Poor lad was so enthusiastic.”

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carrow-amycus:

“I’m not sore, I’m disproving your point.” His eyebrows furrowed, and he let out a deep, exasperated sigh. “I know I went as Cupid for Halloween, but I’m not a matchmaker and I certainly don’t pay attention to things like this. So just think about a ‘genuine, viable’ person you might want to kiss, and just do it. Have a little more confidence in yourself.”

“You’re useless.” She groans without heat, but she ends up smiling, not liking the look on his face. Elle had started out half-joking, but this had certainly gotten way too serious. “Well, you know what, even if I don’t find anyone to kiss, at least I’ve got you as a friend.”

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carrow-amycus:

“Okay, I said almost, which meant not including me. I don’t kiss so I wouldn’t freeze and let you, I’d stop you entirely which is why I told you ahead of time that I don’t kiss to avoid a situation like that. There are other people besides me.”

“Well you don’t need to be so sore about it. I was just trying to prove a point.” Elle crossed her arms and looked down at the ground. “Literally name one person who would be alright getting kissed out of the blue by me. One genuine, viable person who I might want to kiss.”