in control of everything, except for the maze that is her mind.
a moodboard for hanna de vries
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in control of everything, except for the maze that is her mind.
a moodboard for hanna de vries
may 17th 2023 / leaky cauldron
Looking up at the customer who had tried to catch her attention for a while now, Hanna smiled apologetically. "Did you want another drink?"
kennedy and hanna // march 27th, 2023 [leaky cauldron]
Kennedy glanced over at the customer sitting next to her, who had a copy of the latest Daily Prophet in hand. A smug smile on her face, she tapped the person on their shoulder. “I wrote that article - the one you’re reading.”
Hanna looked up after having been occupied by said article ( and, admittedly, the sweet taste of chocolate that still lingered in her mouth ), surprised that someone spoke to her, she very much used to fading into the background, and enjoying that very much. "Oh — it's good, y'know."
I’m self-sufficient. I spend a lot of time on my own and I shut off quite easily. When I communicate, I communicate 900 per cent, then I shut off, which scares people sometimes.
Bjork on ‘Self-Sufficiency’ (via koalatii)
Headcanon Meme Time!
⌆ a nervous tic or habit they do
⏀ describe their usual smile
⇅ do they look up or down while thinking?
❧ describe their usual sleeping position
✑ describe something they like without naming it
✜ what’s their posture like in a normal situation?
❖ describe their hands
❞ write a quote they would find themselves saying
§ how would their hair gray? or would they lose their hair first?
❤ describe how they show affection.
✭ what is one of their favorite items?
MUSE MEMES - SKINS
"What do you do if someone you love lets you down, really fucks you over?"
"You ruined it. You don’t want anyone to care."
"I could be dead in a second.."
"Everything’s so fragile."
"Oh wow, I didn't eat for three days so I could be lovely."
"When I'm with you, I feel like I'm a better person. I feel happier... less alone. Less lonely."
"We were special..."
"Your stiffy is sticking into my back."
"I’ve loved you from the first time I saw you."
"When we got together, it scared the shit out of me, because you were the one person who could ruin my life."
"I pushed you away."
"I’d die for you."
"I love you. I love you so much and it’s killing me."
"You can take anything if you wanted it enough."
"Love, love, love... What's it good for?.. Absolutely nothing."
"I'm officially off the rails. You should try it."
"I wanna be scared! I wanna be hurt!"
"Do you know what hurts the most about a broken heart? Not being able to remember how you felt before."
"The first time I met you, I knew I just knew I wanted to have sex with you."
"Fuck sake, I’m never gonna get to bone you am I?"
"A wise man once said, Life moves pretty fast, if you don't stop and look around once in a while you could miss it....and that would be a shame."
"Oh wow...but...fuck you!"
"Er, oh yeah, I’m sorry for seeing your boobs."
"Sometimes I think I was born backwards."
"It's you and me, babe. It's always gonna be you and me."
"If this was us meeting for the first time, I'd do it all again. Everything. The fucks, the fuck ups, everything."
"We've fucked in every sense of the word."
"You've found my porn stash!"
"I went crazy when I was with you!"
"You made me go mad!"
"I have to say goodbye. I have to."
"I'm thinking of leaving school, growing a beard, and joining the circus."
"Nothing good ever stays with me. Absolutely nothing."
Rich, richer, richest. Belonging to the latter category, the De Vries family is one of true ambition. Reputation is crucial, as is success, and Hanna and her siblings have been raised to be successful, to reach the highest social circles and to be the perfect part of their family. There is no place for oddities, no place for rebellion or putting a toe out of line, and Hanna never had a problem with this. Receiving exquisite grades at her private school in her youth and being an exemplary student, she did exactly what was expected of her, and she did it with pleasure.
Her magical talents were ones she kept silent, ones that only showed themselves in moments of stress — which happened more than often. Yes, Hanna put a lot of pressure on herself from a young age, determined to be best, to be the student in her class who not only had the best grades, but who at the same time played the piano and had an interest for art. Her parents, proud and more than happy, did not see her struggles with stress and pressure, nor the talents that made her odd.
However, them finding out seemed to inevitable, and once the truth came out ( "she’s a witch, mr. de Vries.” ), things changed. No, her parents didn’t stop loving her, no, they did not view her as a freak, but they were uncomfortable. Hanna, while not too perceptive, felt the tensions rise, and she too, worried that her new identity was odd. She didn’t stand out, was an ordinary member of society who overachieved and now, suddenly, she was a witch. Witches couldn’t be lawyers for that one firm, or work as a dentist, or work under that one accountant. Witches couldn’t be part of a family like hers, could they?
It was mostly her own insecurities that created a wedge between her and her family, together with the fact that she was gone for most of the year. ( could she still be part of them? wasn’t she different? ) The owls that she sent frequently in her earlier years at Hogwarts started to become a rarity, her family becoming just a source of anxiety and stress. Overthinking every interaction with them, they became more draining and each time. Really, most of it was in her head, but as she started to become distant, her parents did the same.
Hogwarts, however, was a place she loved. The Ravenclaw tower becoming a place of comfort, one where she could let be herself, people being as creative and intellectual as her, she spent most of her time sketching or studying in a corner, occasionally with a friend. Magic turned out to be something she exceeded at, with a few exceptions here and there. Repeating her overachieving behaviour, she devoted most of her time to her studies and the Charms club she had joined. The ambition that came with being part of her family being something that pushed her.
It was after graduation, that she moved out. Money was no problem, her parents providing a place for her in London ( close to them ), and she settled quite easily in the quietness of her apartment. Working as a waitress ( a real career was a dream of her previous life ), she poured herself in painting and reading non-fiction, seeking for any distractions to keep her from the monotone life she was living. It was simple and easy, and there was no anxiety or stress, because she was good at being a waitress ( most of the time ), and she liked her books and painting.
Yes, the simplicity that her life brought was one she welcomed, one she had not known for a long time. There was no pressure, and for once, that was how she liked it. That was, of course, until she got bored. Restless from repeating the same day every week, month, year. The urge to have something to grow in, something to challenge her grew every day, and it was after a lot of consideration, that she applied for a training to be a Healer at St. Mungo’s.
At this moment, she has been in training for a few months and has settled in to the rhythm. She likes the hospital, likes the way things are organised and orderly and she knows what is expected of her. It is good to be somewhere where she is intellectually challenged, and not constantly locked up in her own head. Trying to find her place, she tries go get rid of bad habits ( not sleeping, one-night stands, reruns of F.R.I.E.N.D.S., not contacting her parents and/or sisters, ignoring the biggest problem [ bloodstatus ] and the danger it brings, etcetera ) and live the life she had been planning on living all her life.
With a war that is targeting people like her, fear has settled in her soul. It is a thing she cannot control, and there is simply nothing more that makes her feel more awful than something not being in her hands. Reserved, she is strictly professional, but a smile on her face is not completely rare.There is a heart of gold buried beneath her insecurities and self-doubts, and Hanna de Vries just has to prove that there’s a warm side to her.