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ELLE THORNE ⟶ AESTHETIC ( 1/? )

oh, if the sky comes falling down, for you there's nothing in this world i wouldn't do

#( aesthetic. )#( your blood is ferrous liquid. )#( you are iron. and you are strong. )#i had a lot of muse and i've been meaning to make an aesthetic like this for ages so the time was right #now....... my messy apartment is once again calling my name............

marvelun

#OH F U C K M E U P #I WASN'T R E A D Y #DEAD DADDY WATCHING HIS BABIES GROW UP AND DIE #I'M FINE #( your blood is ferrous liquid. )#( and i have failed them. )#( we should have been one person all along. )

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#please just let me die lol #( your blood is ferrous liquid. )#( we should have been one person all along. )#( we only ever need each other. )#alright i've been putting off yoga for like 2 hours SO I'M GONNA GO DO THAT RLY QUICK AND THEN I'LL BE BACK

carpediem8d

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“…What if I’m far from home?

Oh brother I will hear you call What if I lose it all? Oh sister I will help you out! Oh, if the sky comes falling down, for you There’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do…”

#( heart & soul. )#( we should have been one person all along. )#( you are iron. and you are strong. )#( we only ever need each other. )

rexdorsey

Rex had expected he could do this, but everything was harder than calculated. Just as long as no one knew about the nightmares, right? Is didn’t help that there was a ghost of a memory every time he turned a corner. But he could swallow it down. He’d had months of practice with that. This wasn’t any different. He just hoped it wouldn’t become a struggle. No one needed him around for that. That wasn’t helping.

He was doing a general walk around, getting himself familiar again because despite this being Hogwarts, his home for seven years in his life, this were different. Maybe it was from repression or the renovations. He couldn’t really tell right now. It was too soon for that.

Something had him stop though. It was familiar, but not something he really wanted to remember. It took him several second before he realized someone was watching him. “I’m sorry,” he said, turning to them, doing his best to put a smile on his face.

⟶ It bothered her. She hated that she could walk down all the same halls, see all the same things, know every turn, every step, every portrait - and yet it had never felt so wrong. This was the castle that Elle had once called home, but now it felt like a graveyard, and the images of children dead littering the hallways plagued her mind. Hogwarts would never be the place it once was. At least not to her. Not to those who suffered the pain of loss that was irreparable.

And yet riddled with the nightmares were memories. Fond ones. The food fight of third year that got a student-body-wide detention, getting up before the sun to practice Quidditch with Owen and Rex, finding some kind of peace with herself and her magic. But now those all felt like ghosts - and for just a moment, when she saw Rex standing at a portrait not far from the Gryffindor common room, she thought he was one.

Elle didn’t say anything at first. She didn’t want to spoil the moment, or interrupt his thoughts - and she hoped they were positive. She hoped he was coping better than she was.

She watched him give a small smile, and she felt vaguely reassured. ❝Owen hated that portrait,❞ she commented, locking eyes with the sunset-painted background and empty foreground.

The occupant - a pudgy, angry old woman - must have been elsewhere in the castle. ❝But to be fair, she hated him first.❞

#( rex. )#( mini para. )#GET REKT

bridgetperkins

“Okay, first of all, this is a quiet reading space. Do you know what that means? That means you’re supposed to be quiet.”

⟶ ❝ I’m sorry. I must have dozed off without realizing it. Are you alright? ❞

#( bridget. )#( chat. )#my poor nightmare plagued anGEL #also ok first of all i love molly quinn

vivianagreengrass

“—Despite everything that has happened, Hogwarts does not feel all that different,”

⟶ Elle’s heart sank at the girl’s words. Hogwarts does not feel all that different. But it couldn’t be more different. For the first time, despite all the people, it felt empty. It looked the same, but never again would it feel like home. But that’s not what she returned to say.

❝ That’s probably a good feeling to have. It sounds like you’re coping well. ❞

#( viviana. )#( chat. )

annaliseollivander

You can sit if you want.

⟶ Elle didn’t bother with the facade of a smile - Annalise wasn’t looking at her anyway. Instead, she sat down in silence, looking over the familiar Hogwarts grounds, the sick feeling that had settled in her stomach the moment she set foot back in the castle twisting again. ❝Thanks.❞

#( annalise. )#( chat. )

what did being a gryffindor mean to you?

⟶ ❝ I suppose it’s meant to mean courage and chivalry. But to me… I guess it was always about survival. Friendship. Family. Loyalty. Selflessness. To me, being a Gryffindor was never about an individual. It’s about all of us. ❞

#( honesty hour. )#( lionheart. )

how do you face hardships in your life?

⟶ ❝ It depends on the hardship. I used to try to face them head on, with scraped knees and bruised fists. Now I guess I’m just trying to persevere. ❞

#( honesty hour. )

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✎ - Write a letter to a family member and express something you’ve never told them before or something you wanted to tell them.

Dad,

I miss you. I’ve wanted to tell you that since the day you died, but I guess I never believed in the fact that you could actually hear it, even when I was that young. Too hard-headed, I guess. I got that from you. I’m not even sure if I believe that you can hear me now, and I’m not really sure if I want to, but I think I do. If I believe that you’re there, it gives me hope that there’s a chance we can see each other again.

It gives me hope that you and Owen are together again.

I don’t know what to do, dad. I’ve never felt so alone in my life, and I’m scared. I don’t know how to do this alone. I never learned how. We never learned how to cope when you died, because we didn’t have to. We had an entire neighborhood of people there for us.

For us. Us. Now it’s just me.

I miss you. I love you. And I hope you’re listening. I’ll write again soon.

Elle

#bridgetperkins #( ask game. )#( hc. )#( and i have failed them. )#get rekt #goodbye

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✆ - How does your muse feel about technology? Do they use it - what kinds?

Elle hasn’t had a lot of experience with technology beyond the basic use of a telephone and a few experiences with watching television - and all of these were only because of friends or acquaintances who were more familiar with the muggle world than she was. She would have probably found more interest in it had she not had such a one tracked mind of controlling her magic while she was in school, and doing her job once she graduated. Now, she struggles finding much interest in anything, and of the few things she is interested in, technology is unfortunately not one of them.

#( ask game. )#( hc. )