* 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 / 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒

i 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳 to god, i wasn't born to 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 maybe just a 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 bit enough to make me 𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊 of it 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢𝘩 𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵. 𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳. 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘳.

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⧼   lana condor, cis woman, she & her   /   take care by beach house + big brown eyes hidden behind rose colored glasses, the feeling of the sun against your back on a warm summer day and the dim glow of the moon illuminating the sea on a cloudless night.   ⧽   ━━   hey, isn’t that HANNAH LOUISE ABBOTT ? i read a daily prophet article on them, once ; the TWENTY FOUR year old half blood WITCH is a HUFFLEPUFF alumnus who has gone on to be a HEALER. i’ve heard they can be quite RESILIENT & ALTRUISTIC, but i don’t know… they came off very JUDGEMENTAL & NAIVE in that interview. it really is hard to know what to believe these days though, isn’t it? 

✶ intro & pinterest  !

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susan·:

closed event starter / @hannuhs· !

“ oh, merlin, “ susan cursed, standing for a moment as she just watched as her bag and coffee with it landed at her feet and all over the pavement of diagon alley. SHE WAS TIRED, and she looked it, too. it took her another long moment before getting to her knees to begin to gather about her things — carefully and quickly, this was embarrassing, after all. she nearly missed the legs she had been kneeing in front of until she glanced up, and with a startled, happy, “ HANNAH ! “ did she rise to her feet before throwing herself at the other, bag entirely forgotten.

hannah is peering curiously down at her friend scrambling beneath her, arms crossed behind her back as she prepares to announce her presence. only just as she’s about to clear her throat, she finds susan to already be one step ahead of her. “ susan, hi ! ” she responds to her greeting with equal enthusiasm, arms winding around her shoulders in a warm embrace.  “ oh no, what happened here ?  ” hannah eventually asks as she links one arm through susan’s, gesturing to the disarray spread across the cobblestone path with a concerned glance.

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dorothy​:

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:  Tomes and Scrolls bookshop, Hogsmeade. 

DOROTHY stands in the Tomes and Scrolls bookshop, looking up at one of the shelves. She knows what book she wants; she can see the book, but it is near the top, and even on her tiptoes, her 4′11 frame can’t reach it. Her eyes wander for a moment, trying to see any assistants who might be able to help, but the floor appears empty. She can’t leave the store without the book, not now she’s seen it. She has always been like this, determined to a fault, unable to let things go without trying first. A PILE OF BOOKS sit on the floor waiting to be shelved, so Dottie moves them slightly. IS THIS THE PATH OF LEAST LOGIC? Yes, probably, but she’s going to do it anyway. She piles the novels high, one book on top of another until the 15 books create a sort of step stool. She removes her warm-up booties, places a handkerchief from her bag on the top book as not to ruin it, and she steps up. Aha, it feels steady enough, but she still can’t reach the book. She raises herself onto her tiptoes, stretching up, her fingertips practically touch the leather spine, and that’s when the BELL ABOVE THE DOOR RINGS OUT, and for a moment Dottie jumps, and that’s when the pile collapses, and she goes with it, ass on the floor with a light thud. “ Fuck - oh merlin, sorry, god, this is so embarrassing. ” 

her  arrival  to  the  quaint  little  bookstore  is  met  with  a  tumbling  pile  of  books,    startling  her  with  a  jolt  of  surprise.  the  list  of  books  in  hand  is  easily  forgotten  as  hannah  is  at  the  other’s  side  in  moment,  instinct  carrying  her  feet  there  without  hesitation.  it’s  moments  like  these  where  she  knows  she  really  is  a  healer,  tried  and  true.  “  oh,  don’t  worry  about  a  thing  !  are  you  hurt  ?    ”  concern  is  visibly  written  all  across  her  features,  brows  furrowed  as  she  leans  over  dorothy.  her  mind  is  reeling,  trying  to  prematurely  assess  for  any  physical  damage.  “  how  can  i  help  ?  ”

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neville​:

          “          no  no  no  !         ”          neville  assures  her,  brief  panic  and  regret  flashing  across  his  features  .          “          you  never  look  out  place,  hannah  .          ”          he  admits,  face  burning  red         (         though,  he’ll  blame  it  on  the  booze  later  .          )          he’s  gained  confidence  over  the  years,  but  hannah’s  presence  alone  has  the  means  to  take  him  right  back  to  young,  debilitating  nerves  .  damp  palms  and  all  .          “         i’m,  uh  .  yeah,  i  am  .  nicer  now,  though  .          ”         too  much  ?  maybe  .  but  the  booze  in  his  system,  and  the  return  of  youthful  nerves  don’t  let  him  filter  his  dialogue  for  her  .  or  have  regrets         (         at  least  not  until  morning  .          )          “          you  ?  did  you,  uh,  come  with  anyone  ?          ”

“  i  know  ----  i’m  just  teasing  you,  neville.  ”  for  a  brief  moment,  she  considers  reaching  out  to  touch  his  arm  in  a  brazen  act  of  reassurance.  but  she  isn’t  that  brave,  even  with  the  small  amount  of  liquid  courage  coursing  through  her  veins.    “  me  too.  i  was  hoping  i  would  see  you  here.  ”  it’s  not  a  big  confession  by  any  means,  but  the  fact  alone  doesn’t  do  much  to  distract  her  from  the  rapid  beating  of  her  heart  inside  her  rib  cage.  merlin,  she  was  pathetic.  “  no,  i’m  here  all  on  my  lonesome.  ”  she  admits,  leaning  back  and  forth  on  her  heels  with  a  nervous  smile.  “  did  you  ?  come  with  someone  ?  ”  her  eyes  find  his  almost  hesitantly,  as  if  she’s  afraid  to  hear  the  answer.  

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𝘊𝘓𝘖𝘚𝘌𝘋 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘙𝘛𝘌𝘙 : oliver  wood  ( @qviddiitch​ )

maybe  it  was  the  blanket  of  warmth  and  comfort  that  the  leaky  cauldron  always  provided,  but  hannah  can’t  find  it  in  herself  to  be  nervous.  even  as  she  sits  there,  idly  fiddling  with  a  loose  thread  on  the  end  of  her  sweater,  she  feels  calm.  strangely  calm,  considering  the  empty  seat  across  from  her  could  be  meant  for  literally  anyone.  intimidating  ?  yes,  but  nothing  she  can’t  handle.  spontaneity  is  not  something  she  usually  strives  for,  but  she’s  been  feeling  braver  these  days,  something  she  realizes  when  she  hears  the  telltale  creak  of  the  pub  door  opening  and  her  heart  doesn’t  immediately  leap  out  of  her  chest.  the  approaching  footsteps  cause  her  gaze  to  shift  upwards,  first  towards  the  bright  slip  of  pink  paper  (  an  easy  tell  -  tale  sign,  she  figured  )  that  sits  juxtaposed  against  the  dark  wood  of  the  table  and  then  to  her  potential  companion  for  the  day.  she  rises  from  her  seat  as  she  prepares  to  greet  him,  already  smiling.  “  hi  !  oliver,  right  ?  i’m  hannah.  ”  she  introduces  herself  just  in  case,  or  rather,  in  hopes  to  evade  any  immediate  awkwardness.  “  how  are  you  ?  ”

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neville:

          he  notices  her  as  soon  as  she  arrives  .  to  be  fair,  he’s  never  not  noticed  her  .  in  each  room  they  share,  day  or  night,  neville’s  eyes  have  never  strayed  too  far  or  long  from  hannah  abbott  .  he  tries  not  to  make  it  too  obvious          —           to  keep  himself  entertained  and  focused  in  his  current  conversation          —          but  his  current  levels  of  intoxication  don’t  help  his  case  .  it’s  probable  that  everyone  in  this  house  can  see  that  his  attention  is  for  her  and  her  alone  .  so  after  minutes  of  distracted  conversation,  neville  politely  excuses  himself  from  his  aquanintence  so  that  he  can  greet  her          —          though,  even  some  liquid  courage  and  a  simple  hello  is  enough  to  leave  his  mouth  dry  .          “          uh  .  hey  !  didn’t  expect  to  see  you  here  .  i  mean          —          not  that          —          ”          chill  neville  .  just  chill  .          “          it’s  just           —          i’m  glad  you  are  .           ”

          (          @hannuhs​          )

her  body  is  leaning  against  the  door  frame,  one  arm  folded  behind  her  back  as  she  surveys  the  scene  before  her.  as  her  gaze  floats  across  the  room,  it  lingers  just  a  beat  longer  on  neville,  the  very  person  she’s  been  trying  to  gather  up  enough  courage  to  speak  to  ever  since  she’d  arrived.  she’s  spent  nearly  her  whole  time  sneaking  the  tiniest  of  glances  at  him,  waiting  for  exactly  the  right  moment  to  capture  his  attention,  yet  to  no  avail.  hannah’s  eyes  are  regrettably  torn  away  from  him  to  take  another  turn  around  the  room,  only  when  they  finally  return,  she  finds  him  heading  in  her  general  direction.  she  blinks,  preparing  to  toss  him  a  casual  wave  as  he  inevitably  passes  by.  but  then  he  stops.  beside  her.  and  she  nearly  collapses  from  the  surprise.    “  neville  !  ”  hannah  squeaks  out,  the  rest  of  her  voice  caught  in  the  back  of  her  throat.  she  can  already  feel  her  cheeks  warming, a  delicate  shade  of  pink  blossoming  across  her  skin  as  she  beams  at  him . “  do  i  really  look  that  out  of  place  ?  ”  she  teases,  mainly  to  ease  her  own  nerves.  “  it’s . . .  really  great  to  see  you.  are  you  having  a  nice  time  ?  ”

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harper​:

“ is this what these parties are like ? “ harper inquires, maybe a little too bright eyed. okay so maybe she’d never been much of a party goer, she had just been convinced by her best friend. “ i have to admit i’m having a pretty good time.”

“  hm?  ”  hannah  wills  her  gaze  away  from  the  cup  of  shimmering  liquid  that’s  encased  within  her  grasp,  dissolving  the  creases  that  have  formed  along  her  features  with  an  easy  smile.  “  i’m  glad.  y’know,  it’s  not  often  we  get  to  do  something  like  this.  ”  for  a  good  reason,  she  supposes,  but  none  seem  to  surface  immediately.  “  i,  for  one,  have  been  struggling  to  down  the  rest  of  .  .  .  whatever’s  in  this  cup.  it  just  tastes  absolutely  .  .  .  disgusting.  ”  and  yet  she’s  still  stubbornly  determined  to  drink  it.  

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LANA CONDOR in To All the Boys: P.S. I Still Love You (2020)

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Louise Glück, from “Blue Rotunda”, Averno