wands and whatnot

grace ollivander.

[gracie-ollivander]

rodstrange‌:

Rodolphus turned at his waist, craning his neck to look up at the girl now as she spoke to him. The castle offered very little light, but it’s faint luminosity he could make out the pale brilliance of blonde hair and fair skin. A dainty girl, perhaps younger than him. It begged a question that sat at the tip of his tongue; why are you here? But he didn’t ask. Not right away. Instead his dark stare lie trained on her face as she spoke. She jested along with him, without any regard to how his temper might flare; offered wit in rebut to the grief he had offered her.

In the moment… That was good enough. He lazily extended an arm, the one with olive fingers wrapped tightly around the neck of the bottle. Rod gave it a healthy shake, turning his head back to the lake that sat idly off in the distance. “Whisky. Cheap. Disgusting.” He smirked, though he was sure it remained invisible beneath the veil of night. Rodolphus gave his head a sharp nod in the direction of the spot next to him against the rock. “Sit.” It wasn’t a command, but rather permission. “You’ve already flown the coop. May as well enjoy yourself while you’re at it.” Rodolphus Lestrange playing… Nice? Anyone with half a brain would do well to soak it up while it lasted.

Gracie was very focused on him, there was not enough light to see his face but it was alright for now, he was offering her a distraction from the castle and her own illness. She watched as he extended his arm and shook the bottle, as she squinted to try to read the label he spoke out again to state what he was drinking so she set her vision back to normal and just looked at him again. When he told her to sit down she hesitated, keeping her distance at first but deciding that he was right, if she was going to put in the effort to sneak out of the castle she may as well enjoy her time here.

She walked over and sat on the rock next to him, now that she could see his face more clearly she realized he was quite... handsome. Not that she would admit that to anyone. “So what are you doing out here tonight?” She asked, leaning back on her hands and tilting her head at him. “What has you so done with things that you need to come out and drink alone.”

[gracie-ollivander]

breakalegprewett‌:

“You make dementors look like little kittens.” He commented with a sly smirk. Fabian strokes his chin thoughtfully, “I’m free this afternoon I’ll come with you.” It didn’t take much to be a decent friend, but he didn’t understand why everyone wasn’t capable of being one. He knew he wouldn’t want to be left alone if the tables were turned. So he would keep his nonverbal vow to watch over her at all costs. Part of that was of course to accompany her to the chemo sessions. 

“Wizarding chess is so boring.” He grumbled with a fake groan trying to feign displeasure at the sound of it. “Alright what time? I’ll meet you there and you can even listen to my newest plan to become the head of school.”

Gracie laughed, she was probably one of the least scary people in the world but she liked that Fabian built her confidence. “I’d like that.” She smiled, having company to her treatments was the best, and Fabian treated her like a normal person, not like a sick one. Her least favourite thing was probably that all the professors at Hogwarts always treated her like she was made of glass.

“Wizarding chess is fun, and you’re going to play it because I’m sick and I want too.” She said pointedly. “It’s at three, the only time I don’t have class today basically.” She nodded. “I still doubt you’ll ever become head of the school though.”

[gracie-ollivander]

rodstrange‌:

He could pretend like he hadn’t heard the patter of unfamiliar footsteps trailing him out of the castle. It would have been just as easy to call them out as it was to ignore them completely. The point, was the Rodolphus was particularly disinterested in what anyone else was doing. Almost always. There were a few exceptions. Other members of an organization that ’didn’t exist’. People who were keen on things he wasn’t supposed to know. Secrets brought people together, but it also kept them wary. Rodolphus was the wariest of them all. Finally the stranger mustered the courage to make herself known. Whether or not she knew that it was Rod she was engaging didn’t matter. She was either very stupid, or very brave. Even if she’d been living in a closet her whole life and didn’t have the slightest of clues who Rodolphus Lestrange was, in a time where tensions were at an all time high in the wizarding world, it wasn’t wise to air on the side of reckless abandon. Maybe, for a moment, Rodolphus found himself a bit envious. “Is that so?” He retorted, bringing the bottle back to his lips and taking a pointed swig. It was almost too much for him to swallow, but it really drove his point home. Probably. “Are you here to bring me to justice?” Rodolphus jested, though it may have been hard to tell from the serious tone he used. “Hate to break it to you love, but you’ll have a hell of a time trying to carry me to detention.”

Grace watched as he reacted to her speaking, he wasn’t surprised which told her that he had heard her following him, but then he hadn’t spoken up either. She also watched as he brought a bottle to his lips, and part of her wondered what it was, probably some type of alcohol. “In order to bring you justice I’d have to have some position of power, which I don’t.” She said simply, taking another step towards him, she still couldn’t really see his face in the darkness but she did recognize his voice.

“Oh I don’t know, I’m pretty strong I could at least try.” She joked, a light laugh escaping after she spoke. “What are you drinking anyways?” She asked, pulling her blond hair into a ponytail and looking at him. She was glad she found someone else who was sneaking out, she usually felt alone in this. Though soon after she thought this a breeze picked up and she wrapped her arms around herself. 

[gracie-ollivander]

rodstrange‌:

[ @gracie-ollivander ]

There were a great many things that Rodolphus refused to talk about. Within the castle, he’d yet to make the kind of friend(s) who might serve as a confidante of sorts. Vico Lestrange had made sure that any kind of attention his son received growing up was earned, and the currency for his affections were deception, and treachery. One might argue that no one is responsible for our behaviour besides ourselves; that the trajectory of our lives is in our own hands. Those people didn’t grow up with the same soul crushing expectations of Rodolphus and his brood. It was never, and would never be as simple as saying ‘No, I won’t do it.’ Those types of rash decisions would undoubtedly lead to their demise. Like many of the other young men of his caste, Rodolphus chose to drown his conflicting sentiment in dark brown liquor. The kind that would render his memory useless the following morning. Of course, he’d sail through his day with the same elevated levels of rancour and acerbity, and no doubt wind up in the exact same position as he was now. But that was the fun of it all, aye? The viaducts were always vacant this time of night. No one had any need or desire to travel anywhere besides the castle after dark. Rodolphus wasn’t scared. He’d been taught from a young age that fear was a weakness, and it wasn’t one that his family had been afforded. He didn’t seek respite beneath the looming cover off the ducts, but had wandered off the beaten path and found a seat against a large rock that would offer his back support. The night was clear. Clear enough so that he could see what felt like every star in their solar system. Many more than he’d been able to see while within the confines of the city. It was an incidental kicker to the bottle of alcohol he enjoyed by his lonesome. Incidental, but favourable. Now if only he could get away with polishing off this bottle before some professor came 'round and ruined the rest of his night.

Gracie was sick and tired of being sick, she felt like her professors were constantly watching her to make sure she didn’t tire herself out doing the easiest tasks. She wasn’t even allowed to play Quidditch, something she had wanted to do for as long as she could remember. She was starting to go a little stir-crazy and she needed some kind of fun or else she’d go completely insane. So, the blonde witch had been... Acting out. 

It was starting with small things, she’d skip an assignment, stay out later than she normally did, she was even late to one of her treatments the past week, which of course had taken its toll on her. Now she was out past “curfew” and was just wandering both the inside and outside of the castle. It was fun, testing the limits of being rebellious. 

She’d caught sight of him as he was leaving the castle, of course Grace had no idea who it was but she decided to follow him, see where this other person was going. She followed at a safe distance, making sure to tread lightly and when he finally settled on a rock and she saw the bottle in his hand she approached him. “I don’t think you’re supposed to be out here this late.”

[gracie-ollivander]

weasleyxarthur‌:

     “Don’t tell Molly, but the only reason I joined the potions and domesticity clubs was to hang out with her…”

“Why wouldn’t you tell her? That’s so romantic.”

[gracie-ollivander]

moonysecrets‌:

“As long as you feel alright.” Remus answered diverting his gaze off to the side to dodge the multi colored lights. “Do you remember what ingredients you mixed? It’s still pretty groovy.” The boy blinks rapidly trying to get rid of small floaters hindering his vision.

“I feel okay, nothing out of the ordinary other than the colours.” Gracie said with a shrug, she then glanced down at her list of ingredients. “I think I used saffron when I shouldn’t have...” She said chewing her lip. After anther moment the colours began to fade away and she sighed, it was fun while it lasted.

[gracie-ollivander]

breakalegprewett‌:

It paid to be a big brother. The first time he had seen Grace in the hospital, he had decided that she needed support. A role he knew all too well being with Molly. He hadn’t told Gideon or Molly about Grace though, because it wasn’t his thing to tell or to spread. Instead he kept it as their little secret, sometimes dropping in when he knew she was getting treatment. The war worried him because of people like her and Greta.

Fabian nods to her, “Yeah, I think I just saw a first year run away from you.” He grinned playfully, “Flex those muscles. When’s your next one scheduled? We can try to play chess ad I can get board.” He snickered and used his hands to make the signal of a wooden board.

Grace was glad for this friendship she’d seemed to build, and more than anything she was happy that he kept her secret. She couldn’t handle people looking at her with pity in their eyes if they knew she was sick.  Plus her treatments were boring so he came and played games with her and stuff. 

“Oh always, I’m terrifying.” She laughed, running a hand through her hair and then jokingly flexing her arm. “My next one is this afternoon and then I get a break until next week.” She smiled. “Oh come on, I love chess it’s fun!”

[gracie-ollivander]

breakalegprewett‌:

@gracie-ollivander​

Fabian had one person,beside his family, he saw during his hospitalization after the attack that massacred the Order. That person was Grace Ollivander. He had visited her too while she went through chemo treatments. They knew one another’s medical deep dark secrets, and they had been in the room being interrogated by aurors. It’s like wherever he turned, she was there. Except of course if he was in the middle with Amycus - that’d just be weird.

 He told Gideon he’d meet him at the Gryffindor common room later, but stayed behind until he saw the familiar face. “Gracie, how are you holding up?”

Grace hadn’t told anyone about her illness as a kid, only her parents and as she got older and they found some more problems she didn’t even tell them. The only person who knew about it all was Fabian, and that was only because they’d been in the hospital together a few times. It was nice though, she had someone to visit her while she went through chemo and he had someone while he was healing from the attacks. 

When she saw Fabian that day she gave him a soft smile. “I’m alright. More treatments, but I’m a fighter.” She said with a laugh.

[gracie-ollivander]

moonysecrets‌:

The colors dizzied him slightly. The heightened senses had small sensitivities to the multi colored rays surrounding the girl’s hands. He squints in a direction a few feet higher to not stare directly into the light. “That’s neat. Hmm do you feel any pain? Maybe we should get you to the hospital wing just in case?

Grace watched as the colours spread up from her hands and across her arms, she felt completely normal. “I feel fine, doesn’t hurt at all.” She said, fiddling with her fingers, a smile on her face. “No, the hospital wing isn’t necessary.” She didn’t need to spend any extra time there than she already did.

[gracie-ollivander]

vain-of-carrow‌:

      “Kind of?” he chimed in, stirring his own cauldron for homework that was clearly in the curriculum for this year. “Pretty wicked but I’ll cross my fingers your fingers don’t melt off after the parlor trick wears off…” 

Grace looked over at him. “It’s not a parlor trick, it was an accident.” She looked over her book again but couldn’t figure out how she had messed up. “How did I even...” She muttered, watching as the colours spread over her arms and across her chest.

[gracie-ollivander]

rvta-skeeter‌:

Eyes widening slightly, Rita looked over the girl, observing her glowing skin with a soft chuckle. “Holy shit, how’d you manage to do that?”

“I’m not really sure... I mixed something wrong though.” She looked down at her book and sighed. “Maybe I’ll try to replicate this and market it as my own fancy potion.” She joked.

[gracie-ollivander]

kinnonmarls‌:

The girl had been busy studying, as always, the light had gathered her attention. Without second thought she looked up to the source of the light. Watching the other blonde girl watch her hand Marlene let out a laugh. “How’d you manage that?” A knowing smile filled her features. The marauders would kill for a prank with that potion. 

“I’m not fully sure... In all honesty.” The blonde let out a laugh and checked back down at her book. “I used saffron and lacewing flies... Which is what the book says...” She sighed. “I should write this down though, it’s kind of fun.”

[gracie-ollivander]

Grace wasn’t quite sure how she had done this, she had just been experimenting with potions and now suddenly she was... Glowing. “Well this is... Kind cool actually.” She muttered to herself, looking at her hands.

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