burgundy, like glooming in your eyes, is the color of the night. when the waves rhymes, repeatedly. oh, this is the sign. alright, let’s surf on the time. only we own the ride tonight. maybe we could come find out secrets in burgundy red sky.
talking is tiring. this isn’t something she experiences often, however, given the current circumstances ( re: spiked drink ), nessie’s been using a lot more words than she normally would. it doesn’t help that she’s somewhat of a lightweight from her usual abstinence from alcohol. leaving is tempting, sleep even more so. yet, for the sake of making sure that sunday doesn’t fall off the basilisk skeleton, she stays in the chamber, leaning against the wall in a more quiet corner. the unlimited supply of cherry tarts help too. she shuts her eyes for just a moment, only to accidentally lean on whoever decided to stand beside her. “ oh — i’m sorry... ” she trails off as soon as she recognises the smug smile on his face, immediately averting her gaze. merlin, just put me out of my misery.
HER FROWN ONLY DEEPENED. oh, she could sugarcoat it however she liked. holiday knew what nessie really meant. she was a bad sister, maybe even her least favorite sister. ‘ well then. do you really think it’s all my fault, nellie? maybe if you weren’t so wishy washy… ’ yikes. she hadn’t meant to say that. obviously. ‘ what i mean is you need to speak up for yourself. like you are now. and noted… i’m the worst cha sister in your eyes. it’s fine. i’m fine. ’ she wasn’t fine.
oh, this is bad. she can’t even pin the blame on the potion. after all, those words are from her thoughts. “ i didn’t say it was your fault, and you aren’t the worst. no one is. ” she protests weakly. nessie isn’t the type to argue, not even with her siblings. no matter how serious it is, so she tries to keep it in, she really does. she’s been doing such a great job at hiding it as well. yet, it forces its way out before she can stop it. “ but good sisters don’t usually hook up with the very person who finds joy in bothering their sister, do they? ” and the cat has officially been thrown out of the bag.
not far behind, mischa hadn’t exactly expected to end up down here but something had just compelled her to check out the party, something that told her that she needed to be there. of course, the warning about not stepping on bones had given her the chills and she’d already done her best to tip toe around things but upon hearing the very distinct sound of a crunch from in front of her, lined eyes snapped up to the other girl. “ i don’t know if bone mending spells work when the subject isn’t alive anymore, ” she says as the wand is spotted, edging carefully closer to where the other was, not wanting to repeat the mistake.
a defeated sigh slips through her lips. she pockets her wand again, running a hand through silver locks. “ you’re right. they won’t. ” she doesn’t know why she even tried. she might as well accept her fate as a haunting victim. turning around to face the girl, she nervously smiles. “ do you think apologising could work? ”
and he has lost count on how many firewhiskey entered his body, but truthfully, does he even care when he almost immune and known to have a high tolerance in alcohol. he is here for a good time and free beverages, a rare opportunity he has to finally let his shoulder less tense and absolutely brilliant oppourtunity to shut himself up knowing truth serum might drive him into an unknown event. and yet, here he is, up to no good. ❛ ooooh—–someone is going to get haunt tonight. bet whoever they are, they are not going to be happy about this. ❜ there’s a mischievous twitch on the corner of his lips, a result of holding his laughter upon the view he witnessed.
after a fruitless attempt at mending the bone, nessie just sits down, blue dress pooling around her. the other student’s words don’t do much to help her either. honestly, she just feels like disappearing right now. if she could, she would. “ i won’t get haunted — oh, who am i kidding? ” she mutters, staring at the broken bone. “ but it’s not like i’m the only one, right? there must’ve been others who stepped on bones. ”
AT LEAST holly could find solace in her sister’s company, rather than fend for herself in a sea of drunken, costumed idiots. or so she thought. she took a pause, setting down both cups to fully turn her attention to the other, ‘ what do you mean, nessie? you think i don’t listen to you? ’ a frown tugged at her lips, perhaps she wasn’t quite as sober as she’d thought. ‘ you think i’m a bad sister, don’t you? spit it out. ’
nessie really shouldn’t have picked the firewhisky. her eyes widen at the accusation and she shakes her head. “ what — no. i meant, like, no one listens to me anyway. literally. ” merlin, her filter has completely disappeared. “ but that doesn’t make you a bad sister. just a bad listener — oh my gosh. ugh. bad choice of words — ” she reaches for a cherry tart, promptly stuffing it in her mouth before she can dig her grave any deeper. “ i’ll shut up now. ”
marceline found herself wandering around the chamber for the majority of the party, making small talk with anyone who was just as nice enough to keep up with in terms of conversation. she saw some interesting sights but she wasn’t down engaging in any of the crazier shenanigans. but there was a horrible sound that she just heard from a distance that caught her attention however, curiousity getting the best of her yet again and her eyes directly staring towards the back of a flustered female student. “you think stepping on those basilisk bones give you bad luck or something, friend?” she could make own self petrified just by thinking about what happened to those poor students.
the voice startles her and cuts her off mid-mumble. she turns around, offering the girl a smile that feels more like a grimace. “ bad luck would be one way to describe it. ” it’s strange to be so... talkative. talkative in her standards at least. curse that spiked firewhisky. she turns back around when the spell finally comes to mind, crouching down and pointing her wand at the broken bone. “ brackium emendo. ” nothing happens. maybe it doesn’t work on bones that have been removed from the body. nessie places her head in her hands. “ i’m doomed. ”
the sight of the youngest of the cha clan sitting on top of the baslisk skeleton makes her heart drop. frankly, nessie hates that it bothers her more than she should, given that the younger has done far worse. it scares her. but the responsibility of being the older sister ( who is hardly ever acknowledged ) paired with worry inherent to her character gnaws at her to the point where she just can’t ignore it. “ chacha, ” her voice can just barely be heard over the loud music. “ can you come down... please? ”
˟ you looked at me with 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐲
and to be 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒇𝒖𝒍, i couldn’t look away
◞ open ∘
☾
❛ wow, you’re like gorgeous and
you probably deserve the world and – ❜
∙ an abrupt hiccup cuts off her words unceremoniously, fingers rising quickly to press into her lips as if that could shut the damned involuntary annoyance up. the hands that had been latched onto the other also falls to her side, holding onto her other hand – trying to keep the hiccups from overtaking her infectious need to speak her mind, only truths here, dear. and when they do cease, for the time being, she’s back ten-fold with the compliments, all genuine – surprisingly.
❛ hell, do you ever get
tired of being so good looking? ❜
despite hearing these compliments from the other girl for merlin knows how long, a blush still creeps up her cheeks. they shouldn’t have an effect on her now since she’s heard them way too often that they should’ve been rendered ineffective. honestly, nessie can’t tell if this is just mone’s usual behaviour or if she’s under the influence of the same potion the blonde is. a quiet laugh slips through her lips and she shakes her head a little. “ do you ever get tired of dishing out these compliments? ”
IT WAS A wonder how holiday had allowed mere acquaintances to convince annoy her into attending such an event. she’d been firm with herself, knowing that every year she somehow ended up attending at least one party and every year she hated it more than the last. yet there she found herself, with the only available thing capable of numbing the pain of existence being alcohol. ‘ i’m not a lightweight. ’ holly convinced herself, double fisting firewhisky as she mustered the gaul to down them. she wasn’t nearly intoxicated enough to find any part of this setting comfortable. ‘ hey, dare me to chug these? ’
it’s entertaining, to say the least. she had no intentions in partaking in the actual festivities, even though she did come out of her own volition. after the whole truth serum in the firewhisky fiasco, nessie’s resorted to just drinking the juice, which she’s certain is spiked with something alcoholic, but better that than some other potion. that’s how she found herself in the company of her younger sister by the drinks table. “ sure, go for it. it’s not like you’ll listen to me if i say otherwise. ” the last sentence was meant to stay in her head, but the truth serum makes it come out before she can stop it. she offers holly a small, apologetic smile. “ sorry. ”
the sound of a loud crunch under her heel causes her to freeze. “ oh no... ” the words come out soft and frail as nessie lifts her foot up, revealing a broken bone that must’ve rolled her way when a bunch of students came sliding down. this is what she’s been dreading all night. not the danger of her unfiltered thoughts being uttered out, but stepping on a bone of one of the many basilisk victims that must absolutely hate her now. cue: panic mode. “ there must be a spell to fix this — oh gosh... ” she mutters to herself, unaware of the stare burning into her back. taking out her wand from her apron, she hurriedly tries to think of a spell to save this. to save herself.
oops!! a bit late aren’t you? i think the firewhiskey in the BLACK goblet seems a little spoiled, doesn’t it?? looks like the mild TRUTH SERUM has ripened into something else entirely, seems like it’s IMPOSSIBLE TO FILTER YOUR THOUGHTS entirely now. better keep that mouth shut for the rest of the night if you don’t want to doom yourself!! poor thing.
guess who,,,,,, it’s none other than tasha, bringing in yet another muse even though i am way too busy to be doing this... but that’s what procrastination’s for amirite ?? so meet WEDNESDAY CHA !! so she’s one of the cha sisters, the third oldest cha kid and also embodies the classic forgotten middle child trope. i have her PROFILE up and her plots page is still in the works, but if you’d like to brainstorm smth up, smash the like button and i’ll come sliding into your dms :^)
she’s also going to the party as sophie from howl’s moving castle~
feel free to call her nessie or ness, she doesn’t care about the loch ness monster
could’ve been in her ninth year bc shes a early jan bb but she’s in eighth year bc her dad forgot that she isn’t part of a set of triplets w the twins and put her in the same year as them,,,,, thx dad
to sum up her childhood: she was the kid they’d forget and leave in disneyland and don’t realise until 2 hrs later
tbh she doesn’t make things better for herself given that she’s very quiet and shy, also a pushover lowkey fdjhkdsjk
but she loves her fam.. even tho they forget about her sometimes....
very soft-spoken and gentle
the perfect person to take advantage of
very awkward too and gets flustered easily
doesnt like drawing attention to herself, the total opposite of juliet sjkdfdjk
really into astronomy and wants to become an astronomer when she graduates so she’s usually hanging around the astronomy tower
she also likes to knit :^) probably made sweaters for the other cha kids like molly weasley did
an aromatheraphy hoe !!!!!!! has a whole collection of essential oils skdljhdhjk
she has a siamese cat named ‘jiji’
ya shes that bitch that listens to studio ghibli soundtracks as she studies
soft.. pls handle w care
or dont tbh we love some good angst n pain in this house
