GHOST GIRL

“She was a ghost of a girl, hauntingly beautiful, wonderfully lost — breaking hearts and crying holy water tears.” harriet || 23 hematomancer || tier 4

[harriett-crowley]

leviathangeometry:

Jonathan flattened his face at her statement. What the hell else would he have been looking for? Imposed politeness was truly becoming a scourge on effective human communication. 

From her body language and the minor agitation in her words, the way that yes, well, crashed in before the pleasantries, she appeared to not only be content to fall in line with this curfew, but also in some sort of hurry. And playing up his hands brought all that to a grinding halt. Typical.

The burns really were quite an inconvenience, however, and if he could milk them, he would. “While that is a kind offer, Miss Crowley, I’m engaged in a rather process-based research project. The search is part of the process.” He flashed an easy smile. It occurred to him for a passing moment that it may alarm her that he knows her name, despite the lack of a formal introduction, but dismissed the concern on the principle that it was a rather commonplace aspect of customer service interaction.

“I suppose it would depend on what you got.” He highly doubted she was carrying around advanced hematomancy tomes, but it didn’t hurt to take a look-see. If she really was eager to get going, she may not even bother to verify he was a card-carrying coven member before handing them over, but he had pegged her as the by-the-book type, so to speak. 

“Right, yes, of course.” He didn’t seem the type to need just any book to pass the time, but rather had a purpose for them as he clearly explained. “Then I’m afraid these are not much use to your research purposes, Mr...” she tilted her head. “I’m afraid I don’t have your name.” Harriett had a healthy amount of suspicion to most people, especially after the events of the past few days. “These aren’t research books, unfortunately. But I encourage you to come back tomorrow during library hours.” Harriett nodded again, really not in the mood to waste time discussing why she couldn’t open up the library again for a single person. And the meeting would start soon anyway. She needed to get moving.

[harriett-crowley]

amityxbell:

The internet probably had tons, this wasn’t the end of the world. Maybe they could pick up that guitar they’d bought and never played or try learning French again. They sighed, “No, it doesn’t matter. Sorry.” Then they hesitated before asking, “Uh, what time do you open tomorrow? I only came on a whim, really, but… Hey - I know you. You’re on the council, aren’t you?”

“Are you certain? They can give you a call when they’ve found it.” Harriett tilted her head at them, nodding, “Right, we open at 9a.m, and close at the same time again, for curfew.” When they mentioned the council, Harriett stiffened only slightly before nodding. “I am, yes.” If they knew that then they probably knew about the rumors flying about regarding hunters and the like.

[harriett-crowley]

amityxbell:

“You tell me,” they shrugged. “Oh, thanks. Nobody else noticed. I just - y’know, I needed a change.”

“Well, it’s definitely a change....but you’re not unrecognizable if that’s what you’re asking. It looks good.”

[harriett-crowley]

alexanderbooth:

“It’s the least I could do.” He returned her nod with one of his own. As he waited for her at the bottom of the stairs he took a quick glance around the once busy street. It was strange seeing it so quiet so early in the evening. The place looked like a memory of a town, empty with little life. This is only the beginnin’. The hunter’s warning rang through his head again, like it had been ever since the night of the ball. Good, Alex though to himself. One night wasn’t enough to show people what needed done. It sparked the fire yes, but to get them where they needed to be they were going to need a hell of a lot more accelerant. 

“As well as expected I suppose.” He gave the girl a tired smile. To look the part of the exhausted leader he’d cut his usual sleep schedule in about half. Dark lines had now faintly appeared under his eyes, replacing his usually sun kissed complexion. He looked like a man weighed down with responsibility and death, instead of one celebrating it. “How about you and your father? 

She watched as people crossed the road and walked the opposite direction as them. Adjusting her books, Harry nodded at Alexander, sighing slightly before running a hand through her hair. “Same as you. Obviously these meetings are being called with the hopes of getting something done.” They’d hd multiple council meetings in a row and another the next night regarding what was to be done. “And people are starting to ask more and more questions, as they should.” But they didn’t have answers other than the default “we’re handling it” which, as evidence from the few nights before, they weren’t. “It was to send a message, wasn’t it?”

[thatmusictasteslikeheaven]

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[harriett-crowley]

thatmusictasteslikeheaven:

Vance Joy | Mess Is Mine

Do you like walking in the rain? When you think of love, do you think of pain? You can tell me what you see I will choose what I believe

[booksqouted]

Having to be strong and act hard when I knew I was anything but was exhausting, and I wanted more than anything to let go, even if it was just for a little bit.

O.E. Boroni, The Beginning of Never (via booksqouted)

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[harriett-crowley]

Crowley Family Home in Town

The Crowley family has long since had a presence in town and, as such, have kept a residence directly in Birchwood was well as the Crowley Family Estate on the outskirts of town. However, most of their time is spent at the Estate, The Birchwood Lodge, or the Founder’s Inn.

The photos are of the following:

1. Exterior of the Crowley House; the classic colonial architecture makes it fit in with all the other houses in town though it is, slightly on the bigger side.

2. Family-Living Room; rarely used as often since Camilla Crowley’s untimely death. Harriett will on occasion watch a movie there but it’s typically left in it’s present state with neither Noah nor Harriett having time for such things.

3. Study; Noah works here sometimes as does Harriet, though they rarely run into each other here. Sometimes either of them will read here as well.

4. Kitchen; though they rarely get to eat dinner together, on occasion, Harriett will make a meal for both her and her father. Once upon a time Harriett and Camilla would bake for the holidays here but as Noah is not one for sugar and as there is only two of them now, it’s rarely used in the same capacity.

5. Dining room; never used– there’s no need as both Crowleys are always on-the-go.

6 & 7. Noah’s Bedroom & Bathroom; while he doesn’t spend much time there, Noah has left things mostly unchanged since Camilla’s death. He has left the decorations as is and her jewels in the same box tucked away in the dresser, as they’ve always been.  

8 & 9. Harriett’s Bedroom & Bathroom; Harriett doesn’t spend a lot of time in her room but when she does, she prefers it be organized and kept clean. There aren’t many personal touches aside from a photo or two and maybe a book on her nightstand.

[harriett-crowley]

alexanderbooth:

To any outsider, Birchwood would have seemed exactly the same. In principle that was, not its current physical state. Like they had always done, they had shut themselves in to avoid danger. Hid away from their enemies, not done a thing to defend themselves. But Alex knew better. 

Things may seem the same, but the people were changing. Muffled voices talked of revenge instead of fear, hope instead of despair, of a man who stood up to those who hurt them. Things were changing, or at least that was how Alex saw it anyway, and he planned for them to keep changing. 

“Oh, I’m not here for the books Miss Crowley, just to see if you needed a little company on your journey home. Figured it’d be best given current events.” 

“Ah, that’s very kind of you, Alexander.” She pursed her lips, adjusting the books in her arms before nodding slightly. “I wont say no to company, thank you.” Harry pulled on the library door once more to make sure it was locked tightly before nodding at Alexander and taking the steps down to the sidewalk. “I’m only going to the town home.” They Crowley’s had the home in town as well as the estate but given present circumstances, Harriett thought it best to stay in town for a few more days at least. As they walked, she looked over at him briefly. “Have you been well, Alexander?” His party had, after all, been cut short with the murders.

[harriett-crowley]

leviathangeometry:

Jonathan sighed as the young librarian informed him the library was closed; really, that everything was closed. Of course. How did he forget about his pointless curfew. Likely a consequence of not caring about this pointless curfew. A little murder and pomp and circumstance and the whole town goes belly up. Not like he hadn’t been dumping bodies in the woods for the last two months, but without the flash it apparently didn’t faze anyone. 

“That’s a damn shame.” A twitch of irritation tugged at the corner of his mouth, but that was the only indicator of any emotion. Anything at all, really. It was weird, his arms hanging at his sides. Usually he’d cross them, or shove them in his pockets, or something, but alas, it seemed you couldn’t reach into a literal fire and come out completely unscathed, as the bandages wrapped up to his elbows would indicate. 

“See?” He held up his arms. “Reading is one of the few things I can do, at all, for now.” And not that well at that. Turning the pages was becoming quite the pain in the ass. His chuckle was short, like his current state was sort of amusing, but also not something he was completely at peace with. Whatever, appealing to pathos was probably to his advantage at a moment such as this. There was a lot of that in the air these days.

“Yes, well, I’m sorry about that. Library opens at 9am tomorrow, if you’re still looking for books.” She might have been able to be persuaded to open the doors again had it not been for other things she had to get done before a meeting tonight. “I...” Harry wasn’t sure what to say to that because, she could only assume he’d been by the fires a few nights ago, at least if the bandages were any indication and then she felt bad. If only slightly and sighed. “Do you know what books you’re looking for? I have quite a few here,” she nodded at her bag and the pile she was currently balancing. “Otherwise, I can put an inquest in tomorrow for them to be set aside for you.”

[harriett-crowley]

amityxbell:

Over the last few days, Amity has been finding themself getting increasingly agitated, unable to concentrate on anything. Aimlessly surfing the internet, lying around listening to music, they even tried baking to take their mind off it. And it kind of worked. They didn’t have a single baking book in the house - their mother never made food she couldn’t buy, and Glenn only ever cooked meals. So they might as well try something new. 

They got to the library just as it shut, seeing a girl locking up. “Am I too late?” they asked, frowning. “I only needed one book.”

Harriett sighed, hating to be that person. “I...” she pursed her lips, looking at them with their frown. “Yes, sorry. If you give me the name of the book I can have it set aside for you tomorrow, though.” While Harriett knew the annoyance of having a book immediately, she really didn’t want to unlock and start everything up. “Sorry, it’s just, I have somewhere to be...otherwise I would.” But a Council meeting, especially at this point in time was essential and couldn’t be missed.

[harriett-crowley]

amityxbell:

“I cut my hair, that’s probably why you didn’t recognise me.”

“I didn’t?” She raised a brow, curious as to how the other knew she hadn’t or had recognized her. “I like the color.” Harriett wasn’t great at small talk, not when she was distracted but it was as good as anything she supposed.

[harriett-crowley]

Harriett locked up the library, a few books tucked under her arm. She had just stuffed the keys into her bag when another figure approached and she turned, having sensed them moments before. “Sorry, we’re closing early for the rest of the week.” Curfew had been set in place and she doubted people would be crowding the library anyway, especially in light of recent events. She’d be busy with the Council for the rest of the week herself.

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[harriett-crowley]

aseaofquotes:

Tana French, Broken Harbor

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[harriett-crowley]

Wrapped in Washi papers of various colors and matching ribbons, 7 boxes sit on the kitchen table of the Crowley home, on the morning of Harriet’s 23rd birthday.  There’s a:

Planetarium,

A bundle of 12 candles, the same kind her mother used to light all over the house,

A bouquet of Chupa Chups lollipops, 

A wand, which is actually a remote for whatever she’ll want, possibly the planetarium,

A grimoire,

A brand new notebook, with a lock,

And a jewelry box.

A card reading “Your existence pleases me” is placed underneath the gifts:

Dear Harry, As usual I had no idea of what to get you for your birthday, and as usual, I don’t know what to write here. 

I’m quite satisfied with myself, this year, although if you feel like you haven’t been spoiled enough… That’s too bad.

You don’t have to eat all the candy, I saw these and remembered how much you loved those when you were just a little girl. Your aunt Carolina used to get you one of these on the rare occasion she took you out of your studies. I’m sure you remember that. 

As for the planetarium, I hope it’ll give you some sort of relief, or even help you reach for the stars because there’s nothing my baby girl can’t do. 

I also hope you’ll enjoy each of these gifts (EVEN THE WAND) and your most special day.

Love,  Dad

PS: The cook prepared those pastries you love, they’re in the box on the counter. There’s fresh juice in the fridge and your aunts and uncles should visit you in the late afternoon.

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