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i am the one thing in life i can't control , i am an, i am inimitable, i am an original i'm not falling behind or running late, i'm not standing still i am lying in wait.

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zbabini

“Incendio parvos.” The mutter gives the tip of his wand a small flame, safe enough to light the end of his cigarette and keep his eyebrows. He’s had enough classes with Seamus to know how homely a lack of eyebrows can be and Blaise isn’t eager to try. “You are the second person I’ve seen lighting up out here in the past few days. It’s becoming a popular spot.” Popular enough that the administration would soon take notice if they hadn’t already. At least Blaise could count on his house mates not ratting him out. He took a drag of the cigarette, grateful his feet decided to take him to Artemis. “I’d hesitate to stay out here once the sun goes down. The squid’s been in a mood lately.”

“Good to know, but it’s not like there’s a rule against smoking in public places at Hogwarts, is there? There is strength in numbers, after all, regardless... thanks for the concern but I’m pretty damn sure I can handle myself.”  Although unnecessary, she felt the need to emphasize that statement. She would’ve added something more backhanded, but decided against it. At least Zabini wasn’t insulting her intelligence or credibility. "So how did the likes of you get into this sort of thing anyway?"

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flvnts

       he watches the trail of smoke with a neutral expression, studying her. it can’t be easy to wade through a nest of vipers that are secure in their opinion that the blood flowing through their veins is superior to yours, yet she does it every day. regardless, marcus has made the typical pureblood effort to ignore her — today’s acknowledgement is an oddity, and an oddity it shall remain. “ don’t get excited, moore. your existence is still irrelevant to my day-to-day proceedings; we can carry on as usual, ” he comments dryly. “ though i’m sure that’s something you already know. ”

normally, such a remark would’ve thrown her off, but at this point, she’s too tired to even overanalyze. instead, a quiet sigh just escapes her and she takes another inhale of vapor that envelopes her insides like a warm blanket against the seething cold. that’s enough to keep her steady for now. “then by all means, spare us both the aggravation from those stupid commentaries and just live in the moment.”

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Blaise nodded, not realizing where his feet had taken him. His walks had a tendency to be long and without a destination. He didn’t speak to Artemis much. She was a mudblood but even he could indulge in a muggle cigarette now and then. They were fun and the wizarding alternative didn’t have the same kick. “Thanks.” He said, without much emotion. “I didn’t mean to interrupt your brooding.”

 if one looked closely enough, they could see a small smile swiftly appearing upon a taciturn facade, but that's immediately obscured by the smoke that follows out of her mouth. “Doesn’t matter.” She says dismissively. Despite the fact that she’s aware it should’ve been a backhanded remark. She’s just too tired to care these days. “Besides, what do people come here for anyway?”

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       the lake is always different, from above — living in the dungeons gives them direct access to the mysterious depths of the lake, but from here, the surface of the water shines like glass. when a voice cuts through the afternoon air, marcus’s surprise only shows in a quick turn of his head; his eyes light upon artemis moore and narrow immediately. she’s not exactly the type he typically to trolls around with, but at this particular moment, he drops his usual sneer in favor of carefully considering her question. he thinks of his father, his stern expression lit only by the soft glow of a cigarette, and reaches out a hand to accept her offer. he’s always been a bit of a masochist. “ bad habit, you know, ” he responds, as if he isn’t about to participate.

The offhanded comment merely bestows a smirk, followed by a raised eyebrow and a scoff that sends an exhale of smoke coming out in a neat line. She’d be lying if she wasn’t surprised by Flint’s approval of her invitation or the remark in regards to her wellbeing, but that’s the odd thing about such a bad habit, it brings two people together, even when they despise one another. The ritual hasn’t stopped before she spoke, so smoke followed out of her breath along with the movement of her lips.  “Tell me something I don’t know.”

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sycophist

it was a miraculous feat , escaping draco and one of his many plots against potter and his pals . the raven - haired boy managed to fabricate an excuse , saying he had to help gather ingredients for truth serum as ordered by umbridge . naturally , none of the inquisitorial squad questioned umbridge’s decrees , but it certainly surprised greg that his alibi had worked . so there he was strolling the castle grounds , evidently looking for a place to just be alone and get to finishing his book . it took him by surprise , the presence of     the other , when he neared his usual spot by the black lake . just the mention of her name was enough to strike conversation . artemis moore , the muggleborn slytherin . he found himself staring after her for a moment until she spoke to him . “ uh — “ he blinks rapidly . “ i’ve been trying to quit . i , uh , haven’t had      one in weeks . “ he sucks in a breath and shrugs . “ though i guess one wouldn’t hurt . “

“Goyle is it?” A sly smile momentarily graces an impassive facade. His face wasn’t one that was hard to forget, especially if you’re associated with Draco Malfoy. She wanted to desperately comment about him not usually being on the hip with his cronies but decides against it.  Fingertips tap the box of Marlboro reds and slip it out with ease. She gestures it towards him but then flicks her wrist backward. “Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to be an enabler.”

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The afternoon sun rose above the black lake, it’s light reflecting upon the murky waters. In the distance far across, a lone figure sits upon a large piece of driftwood, remnants of silver smoke coming out of her mouth that she had previously inhaled. she’s aware it's a bad habit, if not fatal but with all that has been happening in the last month, the Triwizard tournament, Cedric Diggory's death, the rising of the Dark Lord, A new DADA teacher to adapt to plus personal problems to boot, quitting cold turkey seems like a far edged dream. She had been so engrossed with her own thoughts, that if it hadn't been for the shadow looming over the pavement, she wouldn't have realized that someone approached. “Did you want one?”

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                         ❛  this  year  is  gonna  be  shit,  isn’t  it?  ❜  ron  sat  with  his  head  against  the  cool  brick  of  the  castle  walls,  looking  as  people  with  excited  faces  rushed  past  him.  everything  about  the  new  year  seemed  so exciting  to  them.  the  pit  of  his  stomach  told  him  that  this  year  would  be  different,  ❛  can’t  you  feel  that  too?  the  change  in  the  air,  innit? maybe  we  should  all  protest,  make  a  break  for  it.  head  home  and  stay  home.  ❜

An eyebrow raises while impassive features temporally reveal incredulity. “Come on, Weasley, where is your Gryffindor spirit?” Sure, he wasn’t wrong, there definitely was an ominous energy in the air, something wicked definitely about to strike but of all people, she would’ve thought that he would’ve been used to it by now. 

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 khcllas

‘ i want you to be in the great hall right now. what are you doing here? you can stare at that parchment all you want  –  it isn’t going to get you a job. ’  she begins to browse the shelves near artemis’ workspace.  ‘ that isn’t for charms, is it? ’

A scoff escapes an impassive facade, indicating that she’s barely troubled by the other’s attempts to intimidate her. Briefly, hazel eyes glance up towards the other; “Gee, what made guess that?” She quips before returning back to her own work. “What the bloody hell do you need me for anyway, Hellas?”

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tcis

      ‘ i can do that. i’m a fantastic judge. ’  he squints at her expression, wondering at what he sees there  –  is it possible that artie might have been smiling? just a little bit? just for a moment?  ‘ this is a weird day, ’  he thinks aloud.  ‘ want me to go steal you some food? i can get it past pince no problem; i’m stealthy. ’

Her amusement quickly dissolves, beginning to feel a little incredulous. Sure, she’s known Tai from the meetings, but other than that- that was pretty much it.   “You’d do that? I’m sure you can but I mean, that’s a bit of a stretch don’t you think?”

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angel-inaj

“Curfew is going to start soon.” Angelina said to the other person at the library, once she realized that she wasn’t the only one there. “So perhaps you should get going.” It was late, and Angelina didn’t want to go back to her common room with the essay for DADA unfinished; She knew she wouldn’t feel like finishing it there, so she would rather spend another 10 minutes in there to get over with it.

She wasn’t trying to sound mean with what she said, but she felt the need to remind the other they shouldn’t be there, at least for not that long. Truth be told, Angelina didn’t mind that much breaking the curfew. She had done it in the past, and it was her last year at Hogwarts, meaning that at this point she didn’t care about rules as much as she did during her first years. Still, she considered how strict things had become since Umbridge was in charge and knowing how many absentminded students they were at Hogwarts, she wouldn’t want one of them to get in trouble by doing something by mistake.

Having been too engrossed with her work, she hadn’t realized that someone had called her attention. Briefly, she looks up from her work, hazel eyes glancing towards the Gryffindor. “I’m just finishing up.” A lie. Quite obviously at that, she doesn’t intend to finish any time soon. And if it was the problem with the curfew, she’d know how to deal work her way around it. “What about you?”

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tcis

      ‘ i don’t know, lots of people do homework. and i don’t see granger ‘round here. ’  he’s playing the contrarian for the sake of it, and no other reason. though he’s more than aware that he’s irritating her, he leans up against a bookshelf and eyes her homework.  ‘ but youwill eat eventually, right? does the rumour that all slytherins are vampires have any basis in reality? ’

Touche. There’s a slight curl that graces the corners of her mouth and she’s currently unsure whether to be amused, insulted or conflicted on whether or not she should further entertain him. After all, she had a reputation to uphold.  Nevertheless, she simply recoils back to her perpetually impassive expression. “You be the judge, I suppose. ”

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first period: study of ancient runes second period: transfiguration third period: divination fourth period: history of magic fifth period: defence against the dark arts sixth period: astronomy

for Artemis, she finds the classes pretty straightforward, not easy but straightforward. Only because does she know how to manage her time well does it make studying for each subject easy, but it’s the class participation that makes it rather difficult. most of the time, she refuses to answer even when she knows the answer to the question - if she did, she could’ve parred with Hermione Granger had it not been due to her introverted nature tends to keep her mouth shut unless called upon. her two favorite subjects would have to be; one, divination, despite its infamous reputation towards its students in the wizarding world, she’s quite fascinated by it, especially since its practices reminds her of her mother. second would have to be astronomy; as just like divination has always had a fascination for the stars and what else lies beyond our solar system.

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idletvngues

every year, it was always the same, dreary thing: new and excited first years would come flocking, and spend their first few days wandering around aimlessly and getting in the way. it was exhausting. sometimes he’d help them find their way, but only to get them out of his and make the air around the castle a little less irritating. he had just escorted a lost student to their common room (they weren’t even a slytherin, bonus points), before making his way back towards where he actually been going. ‘ things around here just seem to be getting worse by the second. next thing you know they’ll have that bloody squib teaching classes. ’

“And let me guess, with the very slight probability that it happens, Little Draco Malfoy’s going to let his father hear about it because he isn’t man enough to handle it himself? ”

 She teases tone obviously sardonic. When it came to Draco Malfoy, finding the right insults were never too difficult. It was always so easy to get the Malfoy boy in a fit, and she wonders just how he’s going to take it.

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tcis

      he’s wandering the library in search of a history of magic book that isn’t written in academic language so thick it seems like code, for the purposes of essay writing. he gives a start when he realizes she’s existing in his peripheral vision, and turns. ‘ hey. aren’t you going to dinner? ’  tai asks, with all the authority of a person steadfastly ignoring the fact that they, too, have not gone to dinner.  ‘ what’re you working on? ’

A single eyebrow raises, expression reading incredulous towards the remark before she briefly turns to him and goes back to her own work. “Normally, people would respond with an answer, not a question.” She ripostes, snarkier than usual. She hadn’t meant to be salty, but the thing is, that’s just how she behaved when she was preoccupied. Nevertheless, she sighs. “Homework for next week. Sorry if you were expecting something more thrilling but yeah, guess I can now be considered in the likes of Hermione Granger. 

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It’s 7:05 pm. Around this time, dinner should be starting at the Great Hall soon, but Mallory had opted skip dinner tonight. Instead, here she is, seated quietly in the almost vacant library, working on assigned homework. Normally, she isn’t as studious as Granger, in fact far from it but if it is an excuse to get out of sitting in the Great Hall, might as well use it to her advantage.  She’s too engrossed with her own work that she wouldn’t have seen the person approaching had it not been the shadow that loomed over her parchment. “Did you want something?” She quips, barely looking up from where she had left off.

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mr finnigan isn’t known for delicacy, he had lost count of the amount of explosions he’d ignited – even with the tally he’d started. but, if there’s anything he shows care to it’s his guitar. he often touched it as though one wrong move and it could dissolve against his fingertips and that’s exactly how he’s holding it now. it was a present from his grandfather on his father’s side, and it’s his father who taught him how to play what he knew, before he continued on and progressed further than him. it’s not as though he anticipates going anywhere with it, it’s not as though he anticipates much of anything at all. living one second at a time, that was the way seamus finnigan went through life. he’s playing a familiar tune, humming over the soft vibrations, forgetting where he is entirely. he might sense a presence but he initially does nothing to convey it, too focused on the melody, not too fazed about disturbing anyone.

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There’s a familiar sound that rings through her earshot and immediately her head follows the direction of the source. It's familar, comforting, and a sound she hadn't heard in quite a long time. Small and lithe steps approach the source, and what the eyes found were rather surprising; Seamus Finnigan, known pyromaniac’s fingers strumming through a guitar’s strings. He was skilled, no doubt about it but she'd be lying if she hadn't expected someone with the likes of Seamus to be creating such sound. “I didn’t know you played the guitar.” .