sometimes bright like the sun, sometimes calm like the moon, sometimes stormy like the ocean, and sometimes all three glenda chittock ravenclaw. queer punk & disco diva. cat mum. seventeen. timeline one.
Dorcas squeezed the hand of the arm wrapped around her shoulders, laughing at the suggestion of Glenda aguamenti-ing her face. “And have my mascara run? I worked hard on this whole face, darling dearest, I’ll perish. Die PARCHED,” she giggled again, it was just Glenda’s presence that brought out a more whimsical side of her. “You seem to be in good spirits, glad to be back at school?”
“You have heard of waterproof makeup, right? If not, let me enlighten you --- it’s makeup that does not run. You can cry, shower and have a friend splash water in your face without it running!” Glenda had twisted her voice, hoping it sounded like she was a telemarketer. “But fine, die if you wish. Beauty is pain and all that.” A shrug then, and a grin. “I have no idea how I’m feeling about being here, if I’m honest, but I’m feeling good right now, so fuck it all. And you?”
It took Lily a second to process the question - partly because she was expecting something more in the lines of ‘which timeline are you front ‘- had, amazingly enough, already gotten used to it in the few hours she had spent at Hogwarts. Moreover, she had started feeling nosey enough to ask it, but it might have been the alcohol or her poor judgment. Partly because that particular scenario had never crossed her mind. But, well, in light of recent developments… For all she knew a third of the students there had already seen it happen.
And she was definitely glad for a change of subject. Taking her mind off things was the only reason she had even shown up, when she would usually much rather call it an early night and get some well-deserved rest, but it seemed that it was the only thing people could talk about. Rightfully so, but a Hogwarts welcome-back party was not a place for sensate judgment. So she laughed off her surprise, took a thoughtful air.
“ I think… The giant squid. Yeah, definitely the giant squid. I’m pretty sure it must be twice as big as that tree - but I guess we would have to see it to know for sure… Are you feeling lucky?”
“HELL YES,” said Glenda, lifting her cup for Lily to clink it. She was nodding for a second before speaking up again. “I agree --- but I gotta admit that I’m also just rooting for the Squid in this scenario, you know? So I might not be entirely impartial.”
She was glad that Lily had taken the bait, that the two of them could have a conversation about ... nothing, really, but maybe everything at the same time. If small talk still existed, maybe this situation was still something that Glenda could handle --- right? Her mind was spinning, for a moment, as she tried to figure out where Lily might be from, if she was the same Lily she knew. ( She hoped so --- she would hate the idea that a fellow muggleborn would have had to live through war. )
“And no! I would not dream of ever seeing that --- it’d just be cruel!” Glenda’s voice was louder as she exclaimed those words, but she laughed soon afterwards. “These are not fighting pits, Evans. We’re just talking hypotheticals here.”
“would the giant squid be able to survive without water in this fight?” cassia asked, eyebrows furrowing at the question presented to her. “because if not, then the whomping willow would possibly take the win.” this was a very serious matter to discuss, of course. “but on the other side,” she started again after she took a drink. “the squid has long tentacles and that could mean disaster for the tree branches — no matter how violent it is, wouldn’t you think?”
“WELL, i personally like to think that the squid is a pacifist and would thus lie down her weapons and refuse to fight, either way. she could retreat in the water, of course, fled easily ---- a coward’s way out, maybe, but also an honourable way, should the willow insist on fighting her...” glenda thought for a moment, brows furrowed together, before laughing. “jesus, what am i going on about?” giggles burst past her lips for a moment, and then she stopped --- “oh! but what if the tree was moved to stand on the edge of the water? that would change everything, wouldn’t it? i just hope the squid would win --- i like her better, but maybe aggression would win still and in that case ... it’s the willow who’d win, huh?”
Ester waded out into the grasses on the Hogwarts grounds. The past 24 hours has been a hectic and overwhelming. All of the different timelines converging on the castle had given her a lot to process. Hogwarts had always been her safe place, but learning that it might not have always have been that way was a lot to take in. She looked up into the sky and breathed a sigh before sitting down in the grass. Just as she sits though she hears footsteps coming her way.
Looking up she asks, “You need a place to come and think too?”
Glenda was thriving. Truly --- a party was exactly what she had needed, with the news of war and confusing realities suddenly all around her. She had needed this: a drink, a dance, some good music and a world of opportunity, and the chance to ignore everything else. And so, that’s what she did. She drank and danced and whooped and took a short moment away from the crowds. Not for a bit of piece and quiet ( that was what she told herself, at least ) but merely so she had enough room to roll a spliff without the risk of elbows and other loose body parts interrupting the small task.
When Ester spoke up, though, she wasn’t annoyed. She grinned a little, shrugged. “Nah, I just wanted some ... room, I guess. I’ll think tomorrow. Or ... well, the day after tomorrow, when my hangover has run off. You alright?”
🎬 for me to use a line from the last movie I watched as a starter
📹 for me to use a line from my favorite movie as a starter
📚 for me to grab the book nearest to me, flip to a random page, and use the first line of dialogue I see as a starter
🎧 for me to shuffle my playlist and use the first line of the next song as a starter
🎶 for me to use my favorite line of the last song I listened to as a starter
📺 for me to use a line from the last TV show I watched as a starter
💻 for me to use a line from my favorite TV show as a starter
🎵for me to shuffle my playlist and use my favorite line of the next song as a starter
💋 for a shippy starter
😡 for an angsty starter
👊 for an argument/fight starter
🌈 for a random encounter starter
💀 for a dark starter
🍬 for a fluffy starter
“Can I ask you something?,” she begins, tone still grave before a smile sneaks on her lips. Glenda Chittock dealt with tough situations in one of two ways: she either got pissed off or laughed it off. Tonight she had chosen to go with the latter. Maybe later, she would give in to her rage and fire and burn up, but for now she was set on having a good fucking time. ( Who knew --- maybe it’d be the last time, as the world was apparently in shambles. ) “In a fight, who do you think would win? The whomping willow or the giant squid?”
how was she supposed to act? or more to the point: how did these people know her? ariel had been burnt out long ago, had learned how to turn her drinking into an outlet rather than a party past time, but was that the same for the ariel that her current schoolmates knew her as? ‘timelines’ were a funny thing — ‘parallel universes’ as some liked to call it — and as her fellow teenagers dissolved into the party atmosphere seamlessly, ariel couldn’t help but get caught up in the questions, her lips playing with the rim of her half-finished firewhiskey. she should’ve taken it slow. she didn’t.
noticing a figure out of the corner of her eye, she trained herself to smile, tilting her head to meet their gaze. ❛ should i re-introduce myself? ❜ she joked, chuckling to herself as she turned back to stare at the lake. ❛ for all i know, you used to be my best friend. i already found one of those… ❜
glenda could NOT wrap her head around any of it. the idea that some of the people around her knew a different world than she did -- a far crueler world, too -- was something she simply failed to understand. and so, she did what she was best at --- run. she escaped in shots and beers and puffs of a spliff and drowning in the music around her because parties were the same in any type of world, at least.
and still --- glenda found herself lost in thoughts, trying to figure out what the world was, now that there were things like war hitting closer and closer. a moment, she was lost, even more confused now that she wasn’t sober. and then --- ariel mackay spoke to her and glenda returned her gaze and stepped a bit closer. “no need, i think. i mean, i know your name, at least, and that you’re a menace on the pitch.” a small smile, and then a frown. “i’m -- er, i’m from the no war land. reality? timeline? whatever.” she took a long sip from her drink. “i always liked the idea of parallel universes until now. fucking hell.”
Whoever pulled off this party really knew how to get a crowd and even though Dorcas wasn’t the fondest of parties like this – she didn’t mind it today. Was she partaking in getting wasted? Absolutely not. But as a prefect and as someone who did want to socialize a bit with her peers, she went to be more of a chaperone of sorts. “Hi, HELLO, do you know where the water is?”
Glenda almost burst out in laughter at those words, not because she judged Dorcas, but because she had NEVER expected to hear them that night. “I ... don’t know, but I’m willing to help you look. Or, you know, I could aguamenti your face.” Glenda grinned, wrapping an arm around Dorcas’ shoulders. She was glad that her mind was swimming in alcohol, if only slightly --- it made this whole reality ( or realities, really ) a bit easier to grasp. “My aim might be a bit off, though.”
she is spit-in-your-face,
brass-knuckles-angry
nail-guns and eyes-on-fire
she is fight-your-cheating-boyfriend,
slash-his-tires, egg-his-house,
burn-him-to-the-ground.
she is middle-finger-raised-high,
chin-up-and-snarling
she is pepper-spray,
keys-wedged-in-fingers
bloody-nose-feminist
she is gasoline-and-ripped-jeans.
she is keeps-a-knife-in-her-purse
pistol-cocked and lighter-lit
she is fuck-off and
never-backs-down.
though she be but little,
she is fierce.
though she is fierce,
she is flinch-when-you-touch,
stiffen-her-spine,
don’t-walk-alone,
she is shaking-in-bed,
she is crying-in-the-shower,
she is dichotomous,
she is afraid.
though she is afraid,
she is reapply-her-lipstick,
black-combat-boots,
leather-jacket-badass,
she is survival.
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she is afraid.
though she is afraid, she is reapply-her-lipstick,
black-combat-boots, leather-jacket-badass,
she is survival.
have you been re-introduced to glenda chittock? last we heard, the muggleborn was most familiar with timeline one. I don’t recall if they were always a ravenclaw, but I’ve heard the seventh year is still passionate, individualistic and streetsmart and pacifistic, rambunctious and self preserving so that’s familiar. at least she/they remembers their way around the castle.
playlist, pinboard, character tag. stats.
history in timeline one.
note: the pre-hogwarts history is the same in all timelines for glenda.
Her mother leaves her and her sister and her father behind when she is three, and she doesn’t get it, not at all. She’s there one day and then she’s gone, as are her clothes and her favourite dishes and her records. After that, it’s just her father, her younger sister and herself. Her father, who is heart broken and absent, and always working to pay the bills to provide for his girls but falling short everywhere else. And so it’s Glenda who raises herself and her sister, as well as the people around them. Some are kind, most are not — unhappiness is norm in the neighborhood they grow up in, as is crime and poverty and violence.
Glenda grows independent and hard and streetsmart and good at entertaining herself when everything else is dreary. There’s barely any money, barely anything, really, but there’s room for games with her sister and music playing on the radio and water balloon fights on hot summer days. Glenda learns that she cannot be fragile. Her sadness sometimes turns into acceptance, but most often into anger. She learns how to walk dangerous streets and make meals and how to curl her back with pride and lock her fears away.
Strange things do happen, as they tend to with muggleborns, and she laughs at them. To her, they’re just part of her hectic life, another aspect that her young brain cannot comprehend. And then, at age eleven, she learns the truth. She’s not just a rambunctious student, not just a kid with scabbed knees, not just someone who once nicked a Rolling Stones cassette that she hides under her pillow: she is also a witch. When she hears the news for the first time, she laughs, and then sits still in complete, rare silence. When she arrives at King’s Cross she cries, clinging to her sister for a long time, then hugging her father quickly and stepping on that train with tear-stained cheeks, equal amounts excited and scared.
Years after being sorted into Ravenclaw for her originality and creative mind, Glenda has proven herself to be a hurricane of a girl. Loud and boisterous, she causes ruckus with both her laughter and yelling. She joins clubs and abandons them, either excels in her classes or completely flunks them, paints her face blue-and-bronze for Quidditch games and exists, loudly. She finds a passion for social justice – both in the wizarding and muggle world – and grows outspoken as she educates herself more and more. Some people want to deny her place in this world — because she’s muggleborn, and black, and poor — and Glenda reacts by being louder, by being more they ever bargained for.
other timelines
TIMELINE TWO: Glenda would have dropped out of Hogwarts, plain and simple. She loves the castle and she loves learning about magic, but she loves herself and her sister more. She would take her sister and move … away, anywhere, really, but at least across the pond. Glenda is a coward, in all truth. She’s idealistic and an activist, but she’s not made for violence, not made for a world as cruel as the world in this timeline and she would not have stayed for a fight. She would move away, write about her terror and the things happening at home while clinging to any kind of safety she could get.
TIMELINE THREE: Glenda would stick around. She would grow angry and fearful at the same time, but stick around all the same — the danger would not be close enough yet for her to properly run. She would suppress her fear and use her rage to keep her going. Upon graduation, she would seek out a job in radio and talk about muggle music and culture and stick it to the Death Eaters in her own, safe way. Glenda would not join the Order, both because she would not feel like she had much to offer and out of fear. A coward, still, but less of one, I suppose.
reaction
Glenda is, frankly, terrified at the idea that there are other realities where a war had started over something as – in all honesty – stupid as blood purity. The fact that in some people’s lives there’s a group out there that’s dedicated to eradicating people of her kind is equal amounts horrifying and rage inducing. Glenda can’t wrap her head around it, doesn’t want to — she wants to cling to the world she grew up in. A harsh and unforgiving and unfair world, yes, but a peaceful one, at the very least, one in which she is relatively safe.
Trying to imagine how she would be, had she grown up into the other timelines, is something she doesn’t want to do, but does, still. In the death of the night, she lies awake, imagining a version of herself who knew war, who knew what losing a war was. And now she has to adjust to a war that’s caught in the middle of a war she knows nothing about — but Glenda does know prejudice, and she does know terror, and she refuses to let it get her down.
headcanons & ramblings.
loves herbology and comc, subjects where she gets to go out and use her hands. potions, too. doesn’t enjoy subjects that require a lot of skillful magic, because she’s just not the best at it, which is something she has made her peace with.
glenda is part of the frog choir ( due to her love for music, mostly, and because she thinks it’s fun and she’s a pretty solid singer ) and a seeker for the ravenclaw quidditch team! she tried out in her second year and didn’t get it ( she was no natural, let’s leave it at that ) and then tried out again when the previous seeker graduated and got on the team. let’s say in her fifth year?
glenda is genderqueer, but hasn’t really found the right terminology yet. she does identify with being a girl/woman, but not entirely, and she’s trying to learn more about gender in general to understand herself. she does know that she likes gender neutral pronouns / terminology for herself, and sometimes prefer it.
has a nice mean hook and owns a switchblade. she doesn’t bring the latter to hogwarts, but she wishes she had now lmao.
loves both punk and disco, we love duality! she’s very big on music, in general --- it’s what pushes her towards working as a radio journalist eventually. it’s just ... her way to escape? to deal? relatable content.
a stoner. that’s the whole headcanon sorry guys i rly dont have more to say on that --- she’s just a stoner.
glenda is chaotic neutral! she leans towards being chaotic good, but because she does have good morals, but doesn’t act on them, i think she makes more sense if she’s neutral. a mess.
her patronus is a kangaroo, because they’re energetic and a Lot and have short attention spans.
she adopted a cat from an animal shelter that she named donna and she’s a nervous, quiet mess that trusts glenda and maybe a handful of others. she’s the best and i love her
has a muggle criminal record for public intoxication & underage drinking, lmlfksdjf.
glenda the good bitch. that’s the headcanon. pls call her that in character i would Cry
glenda is ... hard, i guess. life has hardened her, but she’s not rough, per se. she’s all bark and no bite --- a rambunctious, loud soul, energetic and exciting but hard, deep down. she’s seen unfairness, has experienced it and part of her is just angry. she doesn’t want to be that, though --- mostly because she doesnt know how to channel that anger. so glenda comes off as more carefree than she is but, if needed, she’s not afraid to show her harder, rougher side
she’s a hippie tbh???? that’s literally how i’d describe her in a few words LDKFJS.
