[swipedangelina-blog]

“So I’ve heard.” Angelina said with a risque smile, staring at the amount of fingers Lisa held up. Four? The girl’s stature was small. To be able to hold fur for her was quite the feat, and Angelina didn’t know if she should have been wary or admiring. Lisa’s happy mood was affecting her too. Even without drinking, she felt lighter and carefree. “I’m Angelina.” She said over the bursting music, offering her hand (whether she wanted to steady her or have her shake her hand she wasn’t sure). “You’re Lisa, right? I think I recognize you from school.”

[ffslisa-blog1]

“good memory,” lisa said, happily - and drunkenly. “and i definitely know you. angelina johnson - you’d make all the boys on the ravenclaw team sweat. as much as i love the sport, i haven’t had much time to keep up. how are you, though? it’s been a while.”

[justinffletchley-deactivated201]

“Isn’t it? Then I’m glad I’m dealing with a well mannered girl,” he grinned, downing the rest of his glass. He turned around, leaning in closer to tell the bartender his order. When a plate full of more shots came he threw a few quids on the counter before returning to her. “Ladies first.”

[ffslisa-blog1]

lisa bit the corner of her lip. she was definitely intoxicated and she wasn’t ready to hold back back, not when he was being such a gentlemen. she took the shot and scrunched her nose as the alcohol burned itself down. she was already warm in the cheeks and everything had just felt better. “want to catch up, mate?” she handed him a shot, while taking her second in a row. “then maybe you can smile a little more.”

[ffslisa-blog1]

What's up with you and Michael?

7/10

“if you mean it in a more than friends way, get over that idea. i’m just glad he didn’t turn around when he saw me.”

[ffslisa-blog1]

How does it feel knowing you left each of your friends behind?

1/10

“the way you asked you seem to know. i’m clearly not happy about what i did, but it happened so i can only move forward. try.”

[ffslisa-blog1]

While you were away how many strangers beds did you wake up in?

1.7/10

“not that it’s your business, or that it deters from anything but i’d say less than twenty, more than a handful. eight to thirteen, i don’t know. some i’m not sure i even did anything with, so who knows?”

[the-write-ideas]

Send me a △ and ask a really invasive question aimed at my character

They’ll have to:

Rate on a scale of 1-10 how much they don’t want to answer that question.

Answer that question.

[justinffletchley-deactivated201]

As he tilted his head back and tossing a shot back he heard someone shout next to him. “Cheers,” he said, lifting his now empty cup. Justin wasn’t sure if the girl had heard her, but he leaned in closer to block out the music. “Next round on me?”

[ffslisa-blog1]

“i couldn’t say no to that,” lisa grinned, happily. she loved drinking with company, and while he was a little quiet, it wasn’t anything bad. “that’s just showing bad manners.”

[swipedangelina-blog]

“Cheers!” Angelina said with a tiny laugh, finishing off her first shot. She never had a problem holding down her alcohol, but she had never drank to the point that she was drunk before, and wasn’t really sure if she wanted to start. “How many have you taken?” 

[ffslisa-blog1]

“me?” she asked, the alcohol wasn’t quitting with lisa. she was smashed, but she knew she could tolerate another shot or two. lisa held up her fingers. “i’ve had four, i’m not going to lie. you don’t seem to be full, but remember - beer before liquor, never been sicker. merlin muggles are funny. they’re not wrong! but funny. c’mon have another! tequila brings goodness.”

[ffslisa-blog1]

the bass was heavy, heavy enough to make lisa feel like her ears would give up - not that she’d mind at the time. “oy!” she called to the person taking a shot in front of her. “cheers!”

[corner-m]

It seemed that once the floodgates of conversation had opened, once the initial awkwardness had been breached, the pair were immediately thrown back into their regular routine. Swapping stories (though Michael always seemed to have far less of those than Lisa), sharing their thoughts, and spending as much of their time together as life would allow. Michael felt himself relax more completely into the sofa and sip a little less strenuously at the tea in his hand, eyes locked on the girl and ears trained on every word she spoke. Lisa had always been unstoppable in conversation - sometimes to her detriment - but the arrangement usually worked quite well. The dark-haired boy had always been more inclined to listen before speaking anyhow, making the pairing an easy union. 

Michael was relieved to hear that his friend had managed to resist the impulse to tell off the surly, disagreeable man. He’d half expected the girl to have some story of resistance against him, causing her to be assigned to nothing but the worst of cases. “Good thing you didn’t say anything - we had a bloke in my cohort, gave Goshawk some lip. The bugger made him clean the loos across the entire hospital on constant rotation for four weeks. Poke’s a good egg though. Bit of a hardass, but straight enough. He won’t steer you wrong.” The tea in the boy’s mug had cooled to the point where sipping was no longer necessary. As the night continued to wear on, Michael felt his eyes growing slightly drowsy. He slurped greedily at the liquid, hoping that the caffeine within would ward off fatigue until the two friends decided to part ways. He nodded along at the girl’s appraisal of Madam Pomfrey’s skills, in agreement with her assessment. Clearly the witch had had skills and knowledge far beyond anything any of the students had ever witnessed. “Would have been neat to see Pomfrey work - at Mungo’s mind you. She would have been a hell of a mentor. Sometimes I wonder…that sort of life. A healer in residence. If it would be comforting, simple. Or if it would just be beyond dull.”

Michael couldn’t help but smile a crooked, bemused grin at his former housemate’s mention of possible employ. She wasn’t wrong - between herself, terry, and Michael, three of their group had secured jobs at one of the most exclusive hospitals in the British Isles. Morag had been working with the Obliviator’s office, Cho was a Hit-Witch, Marietta a Metal-Charmer. It seemed as though each and every one of the students of Ravenclaw house had pursued not just some sort of menial job, but a career truly worthy of their house’s reputation for brilliance. “I don’t think I’d have fared well in politics. Something tells me they aren’t looking for slightly ill at ease young men with a penchant for self-pity” Michael admitted with a laugh, wrinkling his nose at the thought of spending his entire life in the Ministry. “As a matter of fact, I don’t think you’d be the type to play politics either.” he added with a laugh, trying to imagine the impulsive and honest-to-a-fault brunette managing to walk the knife’s edge that was Ministry work. “’s probably for the best, anyhow. It runs in your blood. I’m…I’m certain your mum would be proud.” He looked at Lisa meaningfully, lips drawn tightly together at the mention of the girl’s mother. While it had been more than three years since her death, the young man couldn’t imagine the type of pain her memories would cause his friend. Once again, his hand slid quietly over onto Lisa’s to provide a small, comforting squeeze before retreating back. “You’re not going anywhere, Turpin. Not if I have anything to say about it.”

As the discussion began to shift to the girl’s travels, Michael couldn’t help but let his imagination run wild as she spoke, her words mingling seamlessly with images of faraway places and people in his mind. He couldn’t begin to fathom what she’d seen in the wider world, with only childish stereotypes and what he’d read to guide his guesses. Michael opened his mouth to begin to ask questions, but held back and took a long drink from his mug instead. The last thing the girl wanted upon seeing him again was to be dragged into the logistics and minutiae of each countries systems and healing methods. Instead, he let his mouth slide wide at her descriptions of the parties, shaking his head incredulously. “18 hours?!” he spat with a shocked laugh, almost unable to believe such a feat was possible. “Rowena, I would be dead - I’m telling you right now. I can manage a night out with the best of them, but that’s not a night. That’s a whole bloody day. I’d ask how you managed but I doubt you even remember. It’s a wonder you’ve still got a functional liver. When we’ve both got a couple days off in sync, promise me something - that we’ll go out together, like we’d always said we would. Have a hell of a crazy night in London. You’ll probably drink me under the table, but I’m willing to try to keep up.”

[ffslisa-blog1]

any discomfort or anxious thoughts she’d had coming into the shop had subsided. she enjoyed hearing michael tell her all sorts of things. she watched as he spoke, still somehow the same michael from school - careful with his words, but completely aware of how to make someone feel alright and enjoy themselves. he wasn’t overbearing at all and lisa needed that tonight.

“right, goshawk looks like he’d get a kick out of sending interns straight to the toilet,” she rolled her eyes and let herself laugh a little. michael already knew more about the hospital than lisa had aquired, obviously. it was different watching everyone at a young age and now participating in the magic and the healing. it was hands on and sometimes more than a little frustrating, but it was something they had needed. “i’d just like to be done with training before i’m thirty. i have a guy in my class, says he’s been in training for nearly six years now. clearly, things aren’t working for him but he’s got dreams and a goal. and somehow he’s not getting kicked out the program. poor lad.”

talking about promfrey made her miss the smaller things. students accidentally drinking their potions, or bite marks from odd books, and most of all the quidditch injuries. “i’d consider her my first mentor,” lisa told him. “yelled at me for what seemed like a day and a half when i used the wrong charm to put back a kid’s nose once. i’ve never made that mistake since, but still. there’s no chance in merlin’s name she’s leaving that school. probably scared someone’s going to treat the kids wrong. that lady cares more than anyone i’ve met.”

she was grateful for him taking her hand. lisa’s mother had been a fan of michael, she’d had him come over for summer holidays at times and seeing the two teens going about had made mrs.turpin happy - knowing her daughter was with good kids, so she smiled back at him honestly, “thanks. she’s definitely happy now, at least.” she didn’t have anywhere left to go, and home was her last stop, so hearing michael made lisa happy. she didn’t need to be anywhere but home.

lisa almost snorted and couldn’t help but nod and agree with his statements. “definitely not. the office and the life of every english and international wizard is not something i’d be able to carry on my shoulder,” she said. “what self-pity? you’re a handsome lad, corner. you could’ve gained ten stone in my absence and began a chocolate frog cards collection, but you didn’t. i think that’s a job well done.”

“i definitely did not dance for all eighteen,” she laughed lightly. “and you’re right. there’s not much clear about that night, except that goblins aren’t nice no matter where you are. but you seem to be coming onto something here, corner. we definitely have to manage something like that. or we could both catch a terrible flu. have to call sick and the best medicine would clearly be a lot of alcohol and not waking up in our own beds. i’m more than up to a few nights like that with you.”

[senatoramidallas]

character aesthetic » the know - it - all

“ because you can’t argue with all the fools in the world. it’s easier to let them have their way, then trick them when they’re not paying attention ”

[ffslisa-blog1]

                                        lisa turpin moodboard ( pt.1 )

[lavenderbrcwn-blog]

Walking into Verdant made Lavender feel an almost toxic mixture of excitement and nervous that she pushed away. To her disappointed, there was no sarcastic brunette standing behind the bar, pouring drinks into tall glasses and rolling her eyes at customers. The full moon was looming closer and she had hoped Romilda would pore a little something extra into her drink to ease her anxieties but when she wasn’t bartending and the legal spiked drinks were ridiculously expensive, there wasn’t much point in being there; at least until she spotted Lisa sitting at the bar. Lavender made her way over, sitting up on the tall stool, eyes roaming over Lisa’s features, awash in the green light of the bar. Half a smile dimpled one cheek. “Guess what? I finally bought milk.”

[ffslisa-blog1]

she wasn’t expecting anyone to come up and talk to her. especially in her stupor, lisa was completely calmed down. the tranquility didn’t even hinder when her roommate decided to bring up such a random topic, it made lisa giggle to herself before she could turn around. everything she felt was intensified and sedated at the same time, so lisa was struggling. “good,” she said. “was the crystal ball your inspiration? or the two empty bottles in the fridge? either way, thank you. why did you bring the milk here, though? you meeting someone?”

[corner-m]

With the crackling of the fire and a cuppa in hand, seated comfortably with an old friend, Michael could have almost been forgiven for believing the pair were back in Ravenclaw tower. All that was really needed was the cackle of younger students and the clamour of a quidditch argument breaking out - otherwise, the settings were nearly identical though the years had passed. It leant a sense of familiarity to the proceedings, despite the fact that the young man hadn’t seen his friend in ages. As comfortable as he’d always felt around the girl, Michael knew there was still so much that was going unsaid between them. The words continued to race through his mind - the variety of things he wanted to ask was truly staggering. It seemed as though behind her dark eyes that there were stories just waiting to be told. Yet here they sat, casually, discussing their mutual workplace as though they’d been colleagues for years. Once again the conversation seemed comfortable enough, though to Michael it was like dipping ones toes in the edge of the waves when the entire ocean was waiting to be explored.

Michael continued to sip quietly at his tea as Lisa ran through her first few weeks, head bobbing along with each word. It seemed as though she was being run through the exact same ringer that he’d been put through - although perhaps worse, given the circumstances surrounding her return. “You’re telling me,” he sympathized when she mentioned the late shifts, having had more than his fair share of 16 hour work days that stretched into the wee hours of the morning. “I gather it’s worse for you lot though - at least we’re in the wards most of the time. They don’t make us run around the city fetching all manner of people. Who’s heading up the training? Don’t tell me you’ve got Goshawk - he can be a real arse. Even brags about it to the Healers.” He’d had his fair share of run ins with the brash, older Healer who seemed to take pride in causing the less-senior staff members as much annoyance as possible. Why the administration thought having that sort of bloke training new staff was beyond him.

When it came time to share his own experience with the hospital, Michael simply shrugged. It had been a lengthy spell spent in training and with the end in sight he’d begun to settle into a comfortable rhythm in his work. “Mungo’s really is full on though, isn’t it? I mean, I always suspected Madam Pomfrey had a lot more in her than she got to use at school, but I never knew how intense the training was. The first year was awful. Almost quit a few times, honestly, it got so bad. After that I settled in. Sometimes I still look around though and wonder how in the world I ended up there though.”

“Otherwise life is…good?” He replied, almost uncertain with the response itself. Lately he’d made some less than intelligent choices - Valentine’s Day among the worst of them - and had been hearing about it from all sides. He knew logically that these issues were ridiculously minor compared to the problems many others faced. Still, the constant reminders of his failures continued to weigh on his mind, making his usually sunny disposition a little more gloomy than it would normally be. “Terry’s actually working at Mungo’s too, now. So it’s good to have another mate on staff. But other than the hospital, I don’t have time for much else. A few pints here and there, a weekend off once in a blue moon. Guess things haven’t changed much from school, yeah?” He laughed softly at the thought, having imagined when he was in school that as an adult, he’d be out having fun and living the high life. He couldn’t have imagined that once his internship had begun he’d be reading more and studying longer hours than he ever did in school.

“I’m sure there’s more - I’ll remember more as we talk,” He assured her, once more turning to lock his eyes with Lisa’s dark ones. The man patted her hand softly with his own, giving her a little squeeze before setting it back on the sofa. “As long as you’re not going anywhere, of course.”

[ffslisa-blog1]

lisa knew work would only get harder as she went along, and hearing michael talked about it made her think about what would’ve happened had she decided to actually go ahead and start work once she finished school with him. they would’ve gone through long nights and impossible situations together, but she was more than proud of seeing where he ended up. “goshawk’s a sadist,” she agreed. “i almost said something, but as fun as cleaning old people sounds - i’ll definitely have to pass. i have poke mentoring me right now and he doesn’t take any shit either. can’t stand when people make stupid mistakes. i like him a lot.”

she listened to his stories about the beginning of his time at the hospital and she snorted, “quidditch injuries and tripping down the stairs really isn’t quite the same thing,” lisa admitted. “but madame is definitely a brilliant healer either way. seems like all the training stuck with her, she’s brilliant on her feet. i miss her quite a bit. and the hospital wing from time to time.” the brunette had spent hours there during her time at hogwarts, practicing her healing and talking to the healers that worked to keep the students healthy and in check.

“i mean i get it,” she told him, before taking another sip. “what other job could we have? it’s right up the ravenclaw alley. i mean, i don’t know about you but it was that or take over the ministry. but then i decided political fame wasn’t for me and the rest is history. but seriously, it’s a lot of homework and always learning. it’s like school but far more exciting. and rewarding. boot as well? see! it doesn’t get more ravenclaw than our job, i don’t think.”

“yeah it’s a lifestyle,” lisa nodded. “i remember the once every other month or something my mother’d come home to spend an entire forty-eight hours with me and that was exciting. but going to the hospital and seeing her work wasn’t bad. the hospital’s not a terrible to be at all day and night. but yeah, being a healer and mediwitch is definitely worth it. i couldn’t really picture anything else for myself.”

after a long time spent wandering around a lot of europe and some of north africa as well as the middle east in hopes to find anything, lisa kept thinking about the hospital and her mother and what she should’ve been doing. “oy,” she hit him lightly. “i’m here to stay, corner. sorry but after this you’re not going to be quick to get rid of me.”

at that moment, lisa was more than glad to be home, with a friend who seemed to be ready to take her back - she didn’t expect everyone else to be as forgiving. but she was grateful for michael. “it’s also the healing facilities around the world,” she told him. “when i was in tunisia - rowena. they’ve got some crazy healing methods and potions, but they’re understaffed in some of the places. lot’s of damage from the muggle communities over there made it across to their wizarding communities,” she told him. there was a lot of time for exploration, and while she never imposed her interests all that much over there, lisa was still curious as any witch travelling could be. though she never made her trips about the learning, she tried to distance herself from who she was. “but they party hard over there - merlin there’s not a party that starts before midnight and they’re charmed so you can’t really keep time. i’ve been at eighteen hour parties. they’re a little much but brilliant.”

[ffslisa-blog1]

lisa disliked knockturn alley. it was riddled with hatred and poverty and she couldn’t help but grip her wand tightly as she made her way to verdant. but one of her coworkers had informed her of their underground potions and she was interested in the euphoria they offered. so, that’s where she ended up sat alone at the bar, feeling completely out of herself whilst enjoying the music being played. it wasn’t cheap whatsoever but her drink was definitely worth it.

[corner-m]

As he sat with his somewhat drowsy eyes watching the fire’s hypnotic dance, the flames gently lapped at the wood in the hearth, Michael couldn’t help but feel that the night had taken a strange turn. As he glanced around the room briefly, he caught a few of the strange glances the other patrons gave to his footy kit. Of course, he hadn’t intended on doing anything more than cheering his lungs out and sharing a pint with fellow supporters this evening, much less running into a person he doubted he’d ever see again. While he continued to stare deeply into the fire, the boy poured himself a cup of tea, eyes never once leaving the crackling blaze. He set down the teapot and lifted the cup carefully to his lips, leaning back into the sofa and softly blowing across the surface of the amber liquid. In the fire, Michael could have sworn he could make out images of the past forever burnt into his memories. Ones he’d tried so hard to cast out, only to have them bursting through at the worst times. He wondered idly if Lisa’s reappearance was to blame for the sudden influx of images as he took a cautious sip at his tea, careful not to have the piping hot liquid scald his lips.

He’d clearly been lost in thought for far longer than he’d intended, his face blank as his mind swirled continuously. Michael went to take a second sip of his tea, only to find the liquid cold and the hour advanced. Sheepishly, the young man withdrew his wand and warmed both the teapot and his own cup until the thin wisps of steam once again drifted gently from the surface. Just as he thought to check his watch, Michael heard the sound of the door open and a familiar voice ordering at the counter. His head spun around in time to notice Lisa, clad in more casual clothes, carrying a small plate of cookies. He watched with a mild sense of apprehension as the girl set the plate down and took a seat on the couch beside him. He turned away from the gentle heat of the fire to face his friend, hanging one arm over the edge of the couch. Michael couldn’t fully understand the nervousness that insisted on making his stomach continue to churn, but he wanted nothing more than to sit with his friend for hours and recount the better part of the last three years.

“’s fine Lisa, really. If anyone gets it, it’s me.” Michael assured the girl with a wave of his hand, although the threat of a yawn seemed to accompany his statement. The dark-haired man managed to stifle the reflex, not wanting his friend to think that he was at risk of falling asleep at any minute. He grabbed the teapot gently and poured his companion a cuppa, setting it down on the table in front of her before returning his attention to the conversation.

The apology came more swiftly and fully than even Michael had anticipated. He’d initially met her dark eyes as she spoke but soon found a loose thread in the sofa to stare at, his fingers picking silently at the defect as the girl spoke. He had to hand it to her - she’d always been the sort of person to confront the elephant in the room and send it scurrying away, for better or for worse. And though it had been only an hour earlier he’d craved some sort of explanation, some apology, a reason for her sudden disappearance, in that moment Michael felt as though he didn’t deserve it. He didn’t deserve to make his friend feel as though she’d made some grave error with her decision. And he certainly didn’t deserve to be the one holding her to account for what happened such a long time ago.

“Lisa, honestly - you don’t have to say that,” Michael began, shaking his head purposefully as his eyes rose once more to meet his friend’s. ”It wasn’t mean. You didn’t leave as a way to piss everyone off, you didn’t act like an arse - you did what you had to. There’s nothing to make up for. I don’t have a right to judge to for that. I’m just really surprised you’re back. Part of me thought you’d gone for good, taken off to Merlin knows where.” He’d be lying if he said he’d thought of her much lately, such was the sudden nature of her departure. Initially, when the girl had left, the dark-haired lad had found the school particularly empty, having assumed that given her goals she’d stay to complete her final year at school. As the months and years passed, each time her name came up he’d muse about where the girl was - a beach somewhere, living a new life far removed from the pain of what they’d all experienced. Or some foreign city, translating or providing some other service for the residents. But with time, the mentions became more sporadic, as did the reminiscing about her.

Michael realized that he’d been quiet for longer than he’d intended, and took a quick sip from his teacup before setting it down once more and shaking his head. Briefly he considered asking her to tell the entire tale, recount all three years spent away from London - but that sort of conversation wasn’t for tonight. It was already late and there would (hopefully) be time to recall the events they’d each missed. Tonight was meant to be easy, casual - friendly. “I can’t believe you’re working at the Hospital, Turpin! It’s nutty that I haven’t seen you yet. The schedules are different and everything, but still. How’s the internship going so far, then?”

[ffslisa-blog1]

she picked up the mug he’d filled for her and after sipping on it while watching him speak, lisa almost instantly calmed down. maybe it was the rush of a long work day that made her far too nervous, but the tea seemed to help. michael was also nothing but forgiving, and she hadn’t expected anything but that from him. he had always been kind in that sense, and he - unlike lisa - knew where to prioritize and how to, for the most part, deal with things. at least, that was the grown up version of michael she was seeing in front of her and it made her happy that in the end, war wasn’t everything and you could move on.

“thank you then,” she said. “for being you and for understanding.”

she knew one day she’d tell him all about it. her misadventures. lodging with strangers and binge drinking. apparating herself to different countries in europe. being more alone than ever. she wanted nothing more than to tell him, because he was one of the only people she never felt would judge her. he was understanding and empathetic in a way that lisa wanted to be.

“right, mungo’s,” she leaned back into the seat. “it’s brilliant, right? everything we expected and more. no one’s going easy on me. if anything, a few of the healers are mad that i’m back in the program so they’re making it tough. said i had a lot of work to do - not that i mind. i missed structure and working and just being somewhere like the hospital wing, it’s a rush. but yeah, holy ravenclaw those shifts are exhausting. but it’s such fun, so i’m not all that upset about being there at four in the morning or anything. reminds me of when i’d stay in the hospital wing during games waiting for someone to show up injured.”

but she didn’t feel like talking about her. she hadn’t seen michael since they graduated hogwarts. “but tell me bout you, corner,” she half smiled. “it’s a bit hard to catch up on three years but i mean, i have to try. you’re about to be a certified healer, right? that’s really exciting, michael. how’s your life? treating you well, i hope?”

[clizcbcth]

“i’m sorry.” the words have left her lips, as she stares at the mess of papers before her feet. the muggleborn girl stared at them, waving her wand once to gather the pieces of her research paper. her hair was askew and she smelled of coffee. “i didn’t mean to run into you.”

[ffslisa-blog1]

“bloody rowena,” lisa sighed outward. she was covered in coffee and in a rush to work.  and her bag was soaked. brilliant. “clearly. thanks for that. right, you’ve your wand out. just magic this please. or, at least as much as possible. my wand’s in my bag and i can’t pull it out like this.”