Gabriella Soloris

walking on a tightrope slytherin sixth year american

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darlingdorathea:

“no no please go” she said with one hand still holding onto her stomach. “I dont wish to make you ill, I will be alright. just going to finish this and head back to my room.” she winced half from pain the rest from the vile medicine going down her throat. 

Gabby recoiled with disgust, her hand covering her own mouth and nose.  “Girl, did you never learn any manners?  If you’re sick, don’t be around people.  God, are all British people like this,” she scoffed.

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Gabriella uninterested in whatever comments the stranger is making to her

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angsty-angton:

“It was disgusting and everyone at the dinner table acted like it was the best thing they’ve ever eaten,” Ziggy could still remember it, he almost felt like it was torture training. He didn’t even know that English people called cookies biscuits, but it was another thing he was going to give his English friends shit about. “Yeah, the humidity is weird. They barely have it where I’m from, I’m sort of next to a high desert,” He nodded, “I feel like my skin is never dry. Like there’s a layer of film over me at all times.”

“I could vomit just thinking about it,” she grimaced.  “Why do the English put things in gelatin like that.”  Now Gabby wished she could import some more American food over.  “It’s incredibly unpleasant.  It’s depressing as hell.  Why are we even here,” she scoffed lightly.  Well, she knew why she was here and she presumed he was here because of the war in the American school, but it was just a rhetorical question.

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its-called-naturalselection:

“I am extremely well-informed thank you very much.”  Lyle replied jokingly, this conversation was absolutely ridiculous, but the slytherin didn’t mind even the most stone cold people needed to have a laugh.  “Understandable, sadly though I’m not as well educated with those, even though I try to keep my knowledge on these items as vast as I can.” 

“Do you make it a point to be knowledgable about these things?” she rolled her eyes, smirking.  “What is it, sister?  Girlfriend?  Ex-girlfriend?”  Gabby moved into the next aisle for what she really was looking for, the lackluster (but still viable) American food section.

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The Express || Open

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jj-parr:

Jack-Jack bit his lip, hearing the footsteps go by, only pausing to peek in cautiously to the compartment and rush off again. The sounds of them disappearing let him draw out a breath. As he did, he whispered to the girl who was pretending to be completely disinterested, “Hey thanks. Sorry to barge in on your compartment. You waiting for someone?” He asked, wondering if he really did sour her day and interrupt her plans.

The view outside was nice albeit boring.  She missed the city of LA the more she looked out at the natural scene.  It just made her grumpier when the intruder stormed into her carriage.  She turned, glared at him, and turned back to look out the boring landscape.  “No.  I don’t wait for anyone.”

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nibs-has-dibs:

What did she want him to do? Just randomly sit down at a piano and play the piano version of his song? “I don’t know, I have one friend I like to play with, but he just does guitar. That and, I have a specific idea in my head and it’s just better if I do it all myself.”

“That’s very limiting.  Sometimes people bring different musical creativity to the table.  Could really help with bringing out more music.”  She paused thoughtfully for a moment.  “We could do something some time.  I don’t offer this lightly.  Or ever.”

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For the Record // Nick & Gabriella

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nibs-has-dibs:

Nick nodded, “Next weekend it is.” He wondered if he should offer to switch the Woodstock album for Evil Friends, but the way she talked about it made him think she already had it. 

“Okay, I will!” With that, he gave her a big smile and started to walk out of the store.

“Okay.  Find me in the Slytherin dorms.  The nerdiness of yours is too much for my liking.”

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angsty-angton:

“You have no idea. I went over to this kid’s house for dinner and his mother served some sort of jelly eel thing. You know those jello desserts you see with fruit in it? It was like that, but it had chunks of eel instead,” He felt light-headed having to relive the trauma. If he didn’t get his leg ripped off he would have claimed it was the worst thing he’d ever experience. “And yeah, the weather is shit. It’s like perpetually gray, I miss the mountain weather a lot.”

Gabby frowned in disgust.  “Congealed eel sounds disgusting.  I will never understand the food here.  And biscuits are not cookies.  I don’t give a damn what the English say.”  She chuckled, glad to have found someone who understood.  “Can’t say I know mountain weather that well, but I miss the sun.  The gloomy weather here is depressing as hell and the humidity fucks up my hair.”

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nibs-has-dibs:

Oh no. Nick shouldn’t have said anything about composing music. His anxiety quickly set in and he could feel his chest start to hurt from it all. “I don’t… have any recordings. That and… I usually just play by myself so a lot of the instruments are charmed to play by themselves, I can’t really do that without getting in trouble by the ministry.”

“I didn’t ask for your excuses.”  Gabriella didn’t understand why this boy clammed up so quickly.  Clearly, he had musical talent and suddenly he was acting like he was embarrassed by his work.  “Why don’t you just find people to play music with?”

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For the Record // Nick & Gabriella

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nibs-has-dibs:

“Oh, right,” Nick nodded, “Did we want to figure a time out for that? Or just have it when school starts or something,” While Gabby was eloquent with her words, Nick was not. In fact, even though Gabby and he were the same age, Nick just constantly assumed she was older than him. 

“Yeah, it looks pretty rad. The song titles and the album art make it very promissing,” He smiled.

“How about next weekend?  Gives me some time to listen to this one a few times and you can get a good listen out of your album.”  Personally, she preferred to keep to herself at school.  It was pointless to try to go out of her way once classes started to hunt down bunny boy.

“You’re in for a ride.  Let me know what you think when you finish.”

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hufflepuff | slytherin | ravenclaw | gryffindor

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angsty-angton:

“Honestly?” Ziggy started, “Hogwarts housing thing is dumb, everything is old fashioned, they serve weird food, and some of them have accents thick enough to drown in. Fuck if I know what some of the Scottish professors say sometimes.” He then shrugged, “It’s alright, I guess. Not the worst. What about you?”

“Heh,” she smirked slightly at his comments.  He wasn’t wrong and she very much agreed with the sentiments.  “I don’t listen to the Scottish professors, even if my grades depend on it.  I miss food that don’t have weird names like spotted dick.  I hate that they don’t have cold sweet tea, and that English people have their noses stuck way up in the air.  But, like you said, it’s alright.  The weather is awful though.”

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For the Record // Nick & Gabriella

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nibs-has-dibs:

Nick looked through the albums as Gabriella walked over to the counter. He had a feeling he wasn’t getting the record this time and he didn’t want to leave empty handed. Maybe he would take her advice and look into another record that the band did. After a moment, he found the album: Evil Friends and decided to roll with it. 

He then walked up behind Gabby and waited for the transaction to end. When it was his turn, he paid for his record and then turned to give Gabby the money for half of it once he had the change. “Uh, here you go. I guess I’ll see you around during school then?”

While walking toward the cashier, she had noticed from the corner of her eye that rabbit boy lagged behind.  She couldn’t say she cared much but when he came bouncing back with the Evil Friends album, a slight smile formed on her lips.

She accepted the money and pocketed it before safely securing the Woodstock album in her hands.  “Yes, that is typically how school works, but I also presume we’ll see each other when I hand off the album to you for your turn.”  She nodded to his own purchase.  “Enjoy that.  It’s quite an experience.”

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The Express || Open

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jj-parr:

Jack-Jack looked at the displeased girl with a wide-eyed gaze and put his finger to his lips, “Just silence until the train starts going. Please.”

Gabriella narrowed her eyes at the boy, irritated by his presence and his request.  However, he had said please and that satiated her just enough.  She didn’t respond and simply turned away to gaze out the window and ignore the boy’s presence.  Hopefully, he’d be gone soon enough.

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nibs-has-dibs:

Was that a compliment? Nick wasn’t sure, but he was going to take it as one. He guessed he was fairly creative, but he still thought other people were better. “I’d say I’m decent at it. It’s not my best instrument, but it’s up there. Piano and music composition go hand in hand, really.”

Gabriella nodded in agreement, not really seeing a point in verbally agreeing or reiterating.  “Does that mean you also compose music?  Can I listen to some of it?  I presume it must be better than your... karaoke singing.”  Perhaps there was some potential here for a musical collaboration.

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Griffith Obs.

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toughestalleycat:

“Ho-ly fuck,” Toulouse drawled out with a smile, however it was far from friendly. He was very close to flat out laughing because of how hauntingly familiar this felt. He couldn’t believe she was serious. “Because you’re not wasting your time repeating yourself. But I get it, you need to prove that you’re smarter and better than other people,” he said, his sarcastic smile falling as he spoke. It may have seemed a little much to be throwing at a stranger, but Toulouse has been using those words on sister for years now so it came a little too naturally.

How fucking dare he.  First he spilled paint all over her and then barely thanked her for fixing his stupid shit and now he was throwing a damn temper tantrum like a prepubescent child.  “You’re very right for the first time in this conversation.  I am wasting my time.  Continue to cry over your spilled paint.”  She straightened out her jacket and walked away.