fire and gold in her eyes;

Harmony Shacklebolt. ⊰ fifteen · 5th year · ravenclaw ⊱ —— "you were a little girl fighting dark demons. a girl who crumbled and had to be reborn. ready for what comes next for girls who belong in the sky. War isn't for wildflowers but it found you raw, bleeding and lonely,"

[kiranskhan-blog]

“Yes yes, Harmz Shack!” The second he noticed Harmony Shacklebolt by herself, Kiran pulled away from the girl he’d been chirpsing and made his way over. “Alright, Miss. Giggles, what you laughing about?” Kiran laughed along with Harmony, and tried to dust off the glitter in his hair onto Harmony. “Allow it, that was probably Marzia. Too much Nandos for her, you know. She’s too cheeky.” Noticing the champagne bottle on the side, he picked it up before cracking up once more as he realised that it was empty. “Woiiiii, what is this, this shit is empty, yo! Harmz Shack razzing our boi DP, fam. ZERO TO A HUNNET REAL QUICK OVER HERE.” Kiran, also intoxicated, hollered with gun fingers in the air. “This means you’re having a sick time at my pardy, init? Tell me I’m right, yo. Tell me I’m right.”

[harmonyshacklebolt-blog]

Harmony instinctively held up her hands, cheeks hurting from the smile that dimpled them. “Noo, if you get it on me it’ll never go awayyy.” But at his attempt, she simple just took the dusting of glitter and shook her fingers through her curls. Bright brown eyes widened at his exclamation and she was reaching for his hands as another round of laughter bubbled from her lips. “Who? And no, no, no don’t tell everyone. I’m reading books --being a great outstanding responsible prefect, you feel?” She patted his gun fingers before snatching the bottle away from them, giving it a shake to find it was in fact empty. Her smile dipped into a pout for only a moment before she grinned up at him. She was fond of him ( and Lance ). While they weren’t the best of guys to hook up with, Harmony admired them for the love they shared for their friends. “Kiran. Kirannn. Let me tell you something. I never like..parties but yours are a’ight. And maybe -- maybe I am having a sick time, but you just gonna brag about it so I’m goin’ to just let you work for it. Right now...price ‘s gonna be another bottle of this right here.” Harmony held up the bottle to him again, tapping her finger on the writing on the front. 

[rohanbellerose-blog]

Though the boy had a strong penchant for charismatic wit, champagne, and all that glitters, there was a surprising lack of presence of a certain Rohan Bellerose upon the dance floor. A grin broke out over his face when he spotted Harmony across the room, headphones on and nose in a book, perfectly in her element while simultaneously not being in it. The brunet excused himself one conversation in hopes of batting his eyelashes and starting another one. Making his way over, Rohan carefully perched and arranged himself upon the arm of the chair, leaning forward to leave a gentle peck upon Harmony’s temple. “Only you can. I need to get some velvet ropes to block off your V.I.P. area  – very intelligent person, that is.”

[harmonyshacklebolt-blog]

“So smooth.” She laughed, glare melting away instantly. Harmony wasn’t one to swoon --and maybe it was something in the air but butterflies tickled her stomach as she traded her books for his hands. Carefully, she traced each of his finger tips as she spoke. “Why aren’t you out having fun? I’ve been a debbie downer this whole week, I’m sure you’d want a break?”

[harmonyshacklebolt-blog]

Parties were never her scene. She was a good girl and she did as she was told. She followed all of the rules and made sure she was kind to everyone. But for one night, she figured that she could let herself go. One champagne bottle later, Harmony found herself smiling --no giggling for the first time since her father had died. “You have-- you have glitter in your hair.”

[lanceahn-blog]

“See, my friend here can be a little too nice, bruv,” Lance interjected pointedly, placing himself shoulder to shoulder with Harmony, “allow to me clarify. Get out of her face, yeah? Back off. Or she’ll put you in detention with me, and I’ll waste you when the professors aren’t looking, son,” he growled threateningly. Though, as soon as the kid pissed off, his expression immediately lost any hint of unpleasantness, his usual happy, eased demeanour returning. “Sup, Har? Feel like I haven’t seen you ‘round much. Miss them cute cheeks, lil ma.” 

[harmonyshacklebolt-blog]

“Lance,” She started, placing a hand on his elbow as if to stop him though she wasn’t about to try too hard when she really did want them to leave. Unfortunately, these types of people were abundant in her life, outnumbering the good ones by what seemed thousands. A small smile quirked onto her lips as he melted back into Lance, “You know the usual -- been locked up in my ivory tower busy with essays and prefect stuff--. how have you been?”

[harmonyshacklebolt-blog]

ofwoodsandwars:

“He started it!” Ara protested vehemently, not caring really if she was being honest, they’d both started it ( possibly a little more her ) but that was beside the point. “He hit me first, you can’t expect me not to fight back and then give me detention for it!”

“I don’t care who started it?” Harmony sighed, quickly writing out the details of the altercation on the detention slips she was issuing to the pair. “You both were fighting. End of discussion.”

[harmonyshacklebolt-blog]

ofwoodsandwars:

                     “ — — Why am I getting detention? I didn’t do anything wrong!                                                              He was being a dick!” 

“You just can’t punch people? I don’t know why that’s so difficult to understand? He’s getting it as well but yelling at me doesn’t solve anything.”

[everettbones-blog]

Everett glanced at the Shacklebolt girl, eyes crestfallen at the events that had occurred so suddenly; the horrors that everyone had not only witnessed, but had been subjected to. He swallowed hard, a burden weighing down his heart just at the thought of it. “They say there is—was a dark mark on the bloke’s arm, Harmony,” he replied under his breath. “Yeah, it’s proper rude to be a dick at someone’s funeral, but…we don’t know what he’s done. We don’t have all the facts.” His brow furrowed, an irritation prodding his mind at being ignorant, for once, in light of the recent battle. “And the Zabini boy’s dead, so we’ll be hard pressed to find them.”

[harmonyshacklebolt-blog]

Harmony never understood this kind of lashing out. She found her strength in fairness with a level head rather than letting rage and hatred fuel her. Treat others how you want to be treated. So, Harmony gave her respects to a boy who was not only aligned with a force hell bent on killing people but with people who tear each family member away from her. It was hard. So hard. But it wasn’t her place to hurt people no matter how much they hurt her. "I know what was on his arm and he’s...gone now.” She shook her head, pulling her jacket tighter around her. “Facts can wait and even then you might as well get used to not getting them all. One of theirs died and you can be sure that they won’t stay quiet for long. Eye for an eye -and all. That’s the only fact I know.”

[qveenavery-blog]

“What kind words, little Shacklebolt,” Amma interjected. “Almost as if you actually mean them; as if you’re not thinking about it yourself. You can quit the act now. If Nadia and her brother needed defending from the likes of you, I wouldn’t be here, would I?”

[harmonyshacklebolt-blog]

“I’m not going to argue with you, Amma.” Harmony sighed, “If anything, I’m trying to get people to leave -- I know how suffocating this kind of thing is.”

[harmonyshacklebolt-blog]

“If you’re not going to be respectful, you should leave. --I don’t care what his last name is. Just go.”

[astoriamalfoys]

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