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fabianthereckless :

“WELL, I WAS SHOWING them what a good time looked like. And it’s just a little bit of dragonweed, Hestia. It’s not gonna kill anyone.” Fabian pursed his lips when his partner shooed the kid away. It wasn’t like Fabian was going to give that kid a whole smoke anyway, but he wasn’t going to get into that. “So, now I have a joint and no one to smoke it with. Jojn me, Jones. Let’s get peaced out.”

     “it might as well! you’re a prefect, fabian, how many times must i remind you? you must set an example, not-- provide the easy route to mischief!” hestia reprimanded him, hands moving frantically in the air as she spoke words he’d certainly heard before, like a broken record she was. “whatever you choose to do in your-- recreational time is not something you should promote to younger students,” she added, eyeing his joint warily, head shaking after a few moments at his invitation. “someone’s got to do their job right for once.”

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i literally slept all day today and now i’m going out for a few hours in a lil bit but i PROMISE i’ll do the rest of my replies when i come back/in the morning

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“YOU KNOW what? I actually double dare you to light that up.” Fabian handed them the Muggle lighter he carried in his pocket, a gift from an uncle. “C’mon, don’t be a pussy and just do it. It’s all in the spirit of a good time.” 

     hestia’s eyes widened as she heard fabian’s voice speak such dangerous words to someone she could only assume was a considerably intoxicated younger student. luckily  she was there to save the day. “actually, no, no he doesn’t,” she stepped in between the two, snapping the lighter right off her friend’s fingers before the stranger had a chance to even think the offer over. “what are you doing?” she questioned fabian once the other had left.

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“have a sip,” dorcas recommended, nodding her head at the glass in the brunette’s hand, “i promise it’ll certainly make any conversation you listen in on at least appear to be interesting.” the raven haired young woman continued, humming with a smile on her lips, bright and joyful, as she lifted her own glass of the suspicious punch to her mouth for another sip, “and see, it’s not even poisoned so you’re completely safe.”

     “i really doubt that,” she replied, tone quite bored. the beverage ( which people were still insisting on calling punch, for whatever reason ) reeked of alarmingly cheap booze and she wasn’t putting it anywhere near her lips, yet she wouldn’t stop anyone from doing it themselves. “i think i’ll content myself with watching all of you make awful decisions and simply stay out of it.”

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alcarrows :

Alecto felt just fine keeping her mouth occupied with her drink for the moment. Large affairs like this were rife for people watching – it might not have been as glittering as the parties she was accustomed to this time of year, but it offered something different. It was rare she’d see most of her housemates at any event attended when home for the holidays; that had been a given since day one. “It’s not a house party, hestia,” Alecto intoned when she caught sight of the younger girl. It was hard to miss someone nursing a migraine ( or feigning the act ) in a room full of people having fun. Sometimes making fools of themselves, sure, but that just made it fun for Alecto. “You can’t expect everyone to talk philosophy or, merlin forbid, politics.”

     “it amuses me to an end how you and too many others think of politics as a bad word. quite disappointing that such a large portion of our community’s youth is so incredibly uninterested in our future. really leaves you thinking--,” she made a pause to offer the other a glance. “you seem to be enjoying yourself too much here, alecto. exactly what are you up to?”

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hellcsh :

the   retort   has   him   grinning,   sarcastic   smile   that’s   anything   but   friendly.   he   knows   her   of   course,   hestia   wasn’t   someone   he   brushed   off   in   normal   day   to   day,   but   this   felt   like   it   was   as   good   a   time   as   any.   “   hm.   and   WHO   are   you   ?   ”   he   relays   the   question   with   a   look   of   falsified   curiosity,   arms   crossing   over   his   chest.   “   sure   don’t   ring   a   bell.   ”   his   hand   lifts   from   his   arm,   giving   a   delicate   turn   as   if   to   echo   his   sentiment.  

     hestia was absolutely certain the male carrow knew exactly who she was; they’d crossed paths more than once ( admitedly, more often than not ), yet the whole non-chalant act he always put up was beyond entertaining to the girl and she decided, as if making the craziest decition in her life, that it wouldn’t hurt if she played along. “why do you ask?” she asked him curiously, arms crossing over her chest. “plan on asking about me later on?” she added ith an incresingly mocking tone of voice.

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mclfoiis :

“You don’t suppose it could be that YOU’RE the boring one?“ Lucius drawls, thoroughly unimpressed by this whole act of INTELLECTUALISM. Or, well. He supposes it might not be an act; she does look the type to be SMART. But either way, it’s terribly dull and he’s not at all interested.

"Everyone else must be the problem and not you, is that it?” On this subject, he’s not entirely QUALIFIED to be giving sermons, but he’s never been the best at seeing past his own nose, whether it be identifying his own sins or merely taking a short break from looking in the MIRROR.

     the brunette’s head tilted slightly to the side as she heard what the nearby student had to say in what seemed like a poor attempt to defend his peers and his own pride. the irony of none other than lucius malfoy’s speech earned him a dry laugh from the witch, whose eyes remained fixated on his as if she were trying to see through his skull, into his brain. “am i supposed to believe that conversations about christmas presents, fancy parties and homemade meals are more interesting than anything i might have to offer?” she retorted with an amused expression on her face. “that’s bloody rich, malfoy. are you about to lecture me on civility and ethics as well?”

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A loud, quick burst of laughter shoots into the bottom of Glenda’s glass, brow knitted in a sudden AMUSEMENT. She finishes off the rest of her drink in one swallow, then swivels to look at Hestia, eyes somewhat glazed but tone CUTTING enough to more than make up for it. “If you have to tell people you’re fun, then you’re not fun. FACT.”

     “do you even know what a fact is?” hestia retorted annoyedly. the fact that people would toss their words around with little to no cares as to what their actual meaning was made the girl snap all too often. “you need evidence to support a fact,” she explained, as her voice unconsciously took up quite the snob tone. “what you meant to say was that’s your opinion. see the difference?”

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alice had always fancied herself quite the party girl, so it came as no shock to those around her that she had already seemed to find a way to enjoy herself in spite of the circumstances and the terrible drinks. humming a tune that was barely reminiscent of the song she was actually trying to sing, she came to a halt as she heard the words from the girl standing near her. ’ oh no, ’ she giggled, tilting her head just so to look at her, ’ must be awful living with such high expectations, hm ? have you ever considered just … letting loose ? ’

     alice’s familiar face and her giggly voice brought a genuine, uncommon smile to hestia’s lips, who simply clicked her tongue at the other’s question and shook her head slightly. “i have, actually, considered it. i quickly scratched the idea, however. it simply didn’t sound like something i would do.”

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hellcsh :

“   that’s   without   a   doubt   ..   the   ..   DUMBEST   fuckin’   thing   i’ve   ever   heard.   ”   slender   fingers   hold   the   filter   of   a   cigarette   between   them,   the   fire   beginning   to   die   off.   lips   curve   into   a   slight   smirk,   a   challenge   in   the   form   of   a   facial   expression.   his   words   are   crude   but   slide   from   his   tongue   like   velvet,   the   filter   falling   to   his   feet   where   he   stamps   it   out   with   a   boot   covered   in   the   FINEST   italian   leather.   the   winter   air   coats   his   cheeks,   skin   tinted   the   slightest   shade   of   pink,   and   to   anyone   who   doesn’t   know   amycus   in   passing,   they   could   say   he   almost   looked   approachable.   “   relieve   me   of   your   stupidity   please.   ”

     hestia’s expression remained unfazed, even though her blood was boiling inside her veins and she wanted to wipe than smug smirk right off his face with a hard slap. “i doubt that’s true, considering who keeps you company most of the time,” she pointed out, voice calm as ever as she raised an eyebrow amusedly. her eyes then followed what was left of his cigarette to the floor and she felt her stomach shrink as the sight of his foot stepping onto it to put the fire off. how poetic.

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Taking a large swig from her glass of punch, Glenda eyes the other girl suspiciously, the corner of one over-plumped lip curling up just a fraction of a centimeter. “You must be lots of fun at PARTIES,” she comments dryly, raising her eyebrows quickly and turning her head away from Hestia slightly. Almost immediately the cup raises to her mouth again, halfway hiding when she mumbles, “Oh wait,” into the depths of the ACRID smelling punch, eyes rolling ever so slightly.

     the slightly familiar voice had hestia turning her head to face the other, the predictable comment earning the girl a roll of her eyes. “i’ll have you know i’m extremely fun. all the time. i don’t need a room looking like the outside, my blood boiling or what smells like two bottles of alarmingly cheap booze in my drink to have a good time.”

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doeiism :

Cringing as the liquid burned its way down her throat, her hand flew up to cover her mouth. Dear god, whatever this drink was supposed to be, it was not anything good. ❛ This tastes like it’s all firewhisky and no punch. Did you — who mixed this? Who was the wanker that thought an entire bottle of whiskey and juice would be a proper ratio? ❜ Mixing drinks was no different from potions, measurements were everything. It was simple. How did someone ruin something so simple? 

     she had considered warning the other about the possible contents of the drink, but she’d been too quick for her tongue an had sipped at her beverage before hestia got the change to part her lips. “are you suggesting i might have anything to do with spiking the punch?” she asked the other, amused at the redhead’s expression as well as the mere thought that she would have any information about mischief and not share it with the other. “i’m sure this is how our classmates have fun,” she mocked her friend, playing with her still filledcup in her hands. 

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He licked his lips. “Well, if you want my opinion–” “I don’t,” she said. “I have my own.”

Toni Morrison, Beloved (via urbancatfitters)

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rcbastans :

rabastan hadn’t been looking forward to going home for christmas. not only did he not want to see his father and be forced to mingle with influential people of shared blood status, but home was full of reminders of the things he tried most desperately to forget, and he was grateful for the opporunity to stay away from it all for a little bit longer. a bottle of firewhisky under his arm, he sat in some dark corridor in some quiet corner of the castle, a book laid flat on his lap as he enjoyed a moment of quiet away from the hustle and bustle of students infected with cabin fever. he wasn’t one for crowds, not anymore. and then the words on the page grew hard to read, and he realized that someone was standing over him. “you’re blocking my light, either come join me or please find a different abandoned corridor to stand in. this one is currently occupied,” he said, a slight teasing tone in his voice.

     watching people had always seemed a lot more appealing to hestia than mingling, which sounded like a bloody drag. people were far more interesting to study than to talk to, yet she knew all great journalists had to interact with their subjects at some point so when she saw one familiar lestrange boy sitting on his own in a dark corridor, she simply had to approach him. towering over his seated figure, the brunette extended her hand and made a motion for him to hand the book over, overtly curious as to what would catch such a bloke’s interest, still emiting no word whatsoever.

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     hestia would be caught dead before drinking from that suspicious-smelling punch; she’d poured herself a glass, merely to keep her hands busy as she scanned her surroundings for a familiar face. absent-mindedly letting her feet drag her around, she couldn’t help but bring her fingers up to her temple and rub her skin vigorously at the small snippets of conversation she managed to eavesdrop into. “people are getting more and more trivial with each passing day,” she complained out-loud.