petit à petit

harry potter oc. ginger hafwen baines. ravenclaw. capricorn. multi-verse, multi-ship.

[lostrosegarden]

[gingerbaines-blog]

👀 (lyraxlestrange)

@lyraxlestrange

((This one is post-Hogwarts!))

The bar was full to capacity– what little breathing room there was seemed to be immediately taken up again by new people pouring into the room from the street. The whole building was warm with laughing, and drinking, and smoking. 

Ginger and Lyra were sandwiched together in a group of almost-friends; people they both knew, but not well enough to do much more than drink with them. Or so Ginger thought.

As she was drinking and joking with the person to her left, she saw from the corner of her eye that Lyra seemed to be laughing (flirting?) with a dark haired man next to her. Lyra must have told a funny joke, because the man clasped one hand on her knee to steady himself as he laughed. 

Ginger had one rule about pub crawls: if she went out with someone, she was in charge of making sure she went home with them, too. No extracurriculars unless they had been discussed previously. 

That must have been why her hand snapped out the way it did. What she had wanted to do was to get Lyra’s attention, maybe suggest that it was time for them to head out. 

Instead, she had grabbed Lyra by her jaw and pulled her so close that they were almost nose to nose, blinking in surprise by her own sudden movement.

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Lyra let out a small laugh, shaking her head. “To bromances,” she said, clinking her glass with Ginger and downing the glass. “Another one,” she said signalling to the bartender and pulling out a few galleons to cover the charge.

“Also, I don’t have a type,” Lyra said to her friend, “I dated Bill for a bit so red heads are definitely in.” A tongue darted out to wet her lips, “I always knew you had a crush on me, love. It’s just so fun toying with it.” A hand wandered to caress Ginger’s cheek and a smirk appeared on Lyra’s face.

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“Ah, yes, Bill; he and I look so much alike–like looking in a mirror,” she cracked a smirk. 

The bartender slid two doubles towards and said with a warm smile, “Cheers, girls,” before turning around to serve a blonde witch who was flagging him down on the other side of the bar. 

Ginger reached across Lyra to grab her drink, leaning so that she was looking up into Lyra’s face just so, “Though, I think you always liked me better than Bill. Maybe you’re not so blind to my charms as you thought?” She took a sip of the firewhiskey with eyebrows raised.

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Lyra laughed and shook her head, “You’ve always stuck around as a good friend. Bill got scared as soon as he figured out who my parents were. Didn’t help that his parents were furious to find out that their precious first born was dating the daughter of two Death Eaters.”

“You never seemed to be scared though,” Lyra said, her face getting awfully close to Ginger almost as if she was playing chicken with her. “Maybe you like the potential darkness in me.”

She smirked.

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“‘To light a candle is to also cast a shadow’ and all that,” Ginger quoted. Her eyes were fixed on Lyra’s mouth as she talked, “We aren’t afraid of fire even if we’re afraid of being burned.” 

She turned her head to the side to take a drink from her glass without stepping away from Lyra. She licked the firewhiskey off of her lips before turning to face Lyra again and planting a kiss on her friend’s slightly parted lips. Both of their mouths tasted like whiskey and wet.

Ginger pulled away, “It’s getting a little crowded here.” 

[gingerbaines-blog]

🍲 (lyraxlestrange)

🍲 – to take care of my sick muse during the holidays

@lyraxlestrange

Ginger was curled up around a box of tissues on her couch. This was as far as she had gotten that morning; she had started getting dressed for work, but collapsed as she was walking through her apartment searching for a lost scarf. A blanket was wrapped around her legs, half-on half-off–how could she be hot and cold? She sniffled pitifully. Her head felt like a balloon filled with mucus and she was too miserable to get up and make herself a cup of tea. 

She heard a key turn in the lock of her front door. 

“Lyra?” Her coughing punctuated the question.

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“Hey,” Lyra said with a smile, letting herself into Ginger’s apartment with a spare key her friend had made for her. “I heard you didn’t come in to work today so I thought I’d drop by.”

She allowed the door to swing shut behind her and placed her bag on the floor. “Heavens, you look terrible,” the girls observed before getting on her knees and rummaging around her bag. From it, she grabbed a small potion bottle and a bowl of hot soup.

She transfigured the coffee table to a height so Ginger wouldn’t have to lean over. “I brewed you some Pepper Up while I was at work and got my elves to make some soup to make you feel better.” She propped each thing on the table.

“Come on, sit up.”

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Ginger groaned, “Lyra, I think this is it for me. This is the end–you’ve been a kind and compassionate friend, but it’s my time now,” she threw her arm over her eyes like the heroine of a penny-dreadful. With some effort, she pulled herself upright with her back against the arm of the couch. 

“I would offer you a cup of tea, like a good hostess, but I don’t think you want me breathing my germs over your mug,” she half-smiled as she watched the table raise itself closer to her level. Sitting up triggered a quick coughing fit, but once she was recovered, she reached over and popped the cork from the potion bottle.

“You’re my knight in shining armor. Well, you and the house elves at the manor. Say thanks for me?” 

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Lyra snorted, rolling her eyes at her friend’s dramatics. She listened to her with patience, “I’ll pass on the thanks. You should be feeling better by tomorrow morning, otherwise they need to revoke my healing licence.”

“Did you want a cuppa as well?” Lyra asked as she wandered over to the kitchen to prepare the tea.

[gingerbaines-blog]

Ginger downed the potion. She couldn’t help but make a face--she hated the taste of Pepper Up. 

“I’d love a cup of tea,” she gestured vaguely to where she kept the tea in her kitchen, but Lyra already knew where everything was, “Lots of sugar please. And cream.” 

Ginger sat up fully now, pulling her blanket with her and wrapping it around her shoulders. She was hungrier than she had expected-- but then again, she had only really eaten saltine crackers and cheese that day.

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

She smelled of ash and wild strawberries.

Vasily Kazin, tr. by Daniel Weissbort, from “The Accordionist,” wr. c. 1926 (via violentwavesofemotion)

[amandaherzman]

[soracities]

“Listen. Put on morning. Waken into falling light.”

— ​W. S. Graham, from “Listen. Put on Morning” (via weltenwellen)

[urbannoir]

Moodboard for @actuates

[rai-r]

@apugl/instagram

[gingerbaines-blog]

👀 (lyraxlestrange)

@lyraxlestrange

((This one is post-Hogwarts!))

The bar was full to capacity– what little breathing room there was seemed to be immediately taken up again by new people pouring into the room from the street. The whole building was warm with laughing, and drinking, and smoking. 

Ginger and Lyra were sandwiched together in a group of almost-friends; people they both knew, but not well enough to do much more than drink with them. Or so Ginger thought.

As she was drinking and joking with the person to her left, she saw from the corner of her eye that Lyra seemed to be laughing (flirting?) with a dark haired man next to her. Lyra must have told a funny joke, because the man clasped one hand on her knee to steady himself as he laughed. 

Ginger had one rule about pub crawls: if she went out with someone, she was in charge of making sure she went home with them, too. No extracurriculars unless they had been discussed previously. 

That must have been why her hand snapped out the way it did. What she had wanted to do was to get Lyra’s attention, maybe suggest that it was time for them to head out. 

Instead, she had grabbed Lyra by her jaw and pulled her so close that they were almost nose to nose, blinking in surprise by her own sudden movement.

[lyraxlestrange-archive]

Lyra let out a small laugh, shaking her head. “To bromances,” she said, clinking her glass with Ginger and downing the glass. “Another one,” she said signalling to the bartender and pulling out a few galleons to cover the charge.

“Also, I don’t have a type,” Lyra said to her friend, “I dated Bill for a bit so red heads are definitely in.” A tongue darted out to wet her lips, “I always knew you had a crush on me, love. It’s just so fun toying with it.” A hand wandered to caress Ginger’s cheek and a smirk appeared on Lyra’s face.

[gingerbaines-blog]

“Ah, yes, Bill; he and I look so much alike--like looking in a mirror,” she cracked a smirk. 

The bartender slid two doubles towards and said with a warm smile, “Cheers, girls,” before turning around to serve a blonde witch who was flagging him down on the other side of the bar. 

Ginger reached across Lyra to grab her drink, leaning so that she was looking up into Lyra’s face just so, “Though, I think you always liked me better than Bill. Maybe you’re not so blind to my charms as you thought?” She took a sip of the firewhiskey with eyebrows raised.

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Lyra was hesitant to answer; partially overwhelmed by the amount of questions but also at the prospect of revealing too much of herself. She had been raised to keep people at an arm’s length so the fact that she was yet to make friends was no surprise. She paused for a moment and judged that the questions were harmless, merely a way for the girl to get to know her.

“A cup of tea sounds nice,” she said with a smile, “I’m taking the usual core subjects and I’ve got Music and Arithmancy as electives. I got sorted in the school break, just in the Headmaster’s office in the presence of the Heads of Houses and my Uncle. It was no surprise I was placed in Slytherin, said it before I could even feel it touch my head.”

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Lyra stopped, turning back around to watch the girl run out the corridor and return. Over those minutes that passed Lyra’s mind was racing with questions.

Why was this girl so adamant to be her friend?

Was it really so important to tell a teacher? Surely someone else would, otherwise they’d stumble upon the fight eventually.

And finally, why was Lyra waiting for the girl?

Was it an effort to not be rude or did Lyra genuinely want a friend?

Lyra had the most curious expression plastered on her face as she questioned everything. She hoped that Ginger hadn’t noticed it as she clutched onto her knees, exasperated from the burst of fitness.

“Potions,” Lyra answered, “You?”

[gingerbaines-blog]

Finally having caught her breath, Ginger answered, “Potions.” She nodded, “Walk together?” She suggested, already beginning to walk, “We should take the long way and avoid...the mess back there,” she said cheerfully. “I hope we aren’t late though--Snape has strict no-tolerance stance on tardiness. Once a girl walked in two minutes late and he gave them such a hard stare that she just...went right back out again.” 

Ginger tried not to let the upset in the Great Hall perturb her as they continued down the hall and then down the stairs, “I like all of my classes, but I think Potions might be a little less gloomy if they were held somewhere with... windows? It seems like an HR disaster waiting to happen. I can hear the Prophet headline now--Hogwarts Professor Suffers From Vitamin D Deficiency.”

[gingerbaines-blog]

🍲 (lyraxlestrange)

🍲 – to take care of my sick muse during the holidays

@lyraxlestrange

Ginger was curled up around a box of tissues on her couch. This was as far as she had gotten that morning; she had started getting dressed for work, but collapsed as she was walking through her apartment searching for a lost scarf. A blanket was wrapped around her legs, half-on half-off–how could she be hot and cold? She sniffled pitifully. Her head felt like a balloon filled with mucus and she was too miserable to get up and make herself a cup of tea. 

She heard a key turn in the lock of her front door. 

“Lyra?” Her coughing punctuated the question.

[lyraxlestrange-archive]

“Hey,” Lyra said with a smile, letting herself into Ginger’s apartment with a spare key her friend had made for her. “I heard you didn’t come in to work today so I thought I’d drop by.”

She allowed the door to swing shut behind her and placed her bag on the floor. “Heavens, you look terrible,” the girls observed before getting on her knees and rummaging around her bag. From it, she grabbed a small potion bottle and a bowl of hot soup.

She transfigured the coffee table to a height so Ginger wouldn’t have to lean over. “I brewed you some Pepper Up while I was at work and got my elves to make some soup to make you feel better.” She propped each thing on the table.

“Come on, sit up.”

[gingerbaines-blog]

Ginger groaned, “Lyra, I think this is it for me. This is the end--you’ve been a kind and compassionate friend, but it’s my time now,” she threw her arm over her eyes like the heroine of a penny-dreadful. With some effort, she pulled herself upright with her back against the arm of the couch. 

“I would offer you a cup of tea, like a good hostess, but I don’t think you want me breathing my germs over your mug,” she half-smiled as she watched the table raise itself closer to her level. Sitting up triggered a quick coughing fit, but once she was recovered, she reached over and popped the cork from the potion bottle.

“You’re my knight in shining armor. Well, you and the house elves at the manor. Say thanks for me?” 

[joannahalpin]

[winterfallseason]

Tea, Rain and Books 💛💛💛

[huariqueje]

The sky in the greenhouse   -    Oscar Saccorotti , 1976.

Italian,1898-1986

Oil on canvas

[mustardskies]

My bed is all soft and cosy aw

[pocketmilo]

plant sticker set??? preorder them here!

[nemophilies-deactivated20190428]

“Tenderness between people is nothing other than awareness of the possibility of relations without purpose.” — Theodor Adorno, Minima Moralia “How cruel the earth, the willows shimmering, the birches bending and sighing. How cruel, how profoundly tender.” — Louise Glück, from Vita Nova “without tenderness, we are in hell.” — Adrienne Rich, from Twenty-One Love Poems, X