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who will love you? who will fight? who will fall far behind?

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☘ HOPEFUL — NOAH.

In these moments you’d think a smile or two would make an appearance, but it’s quite the opposite. Because he is more on the pessimistic side, Noah tries to stifle feelings such as hope, and when he fails to do so completely he’ll resort to faking it until he undoes it. His trying to get a hold of this particular emotion looks something close to stress: he bites his lips and nails, tugs at his hair then will mumble about having to wash it again even though it’s on him for sticking his hands in it all the time. The only way to differentiate between a stressed Noah and a hopeful one is the little light in his eyes that, despite his efforts, hasn’t quite gone out.

☘ HOPEFUL — EDEN.

What is there to hope about when all you have to do is ask and you’ll receive? The only times Eden isn’t entirely sure he’ll get what he wants, the odds are in his favour enough that his personal version of hope is giddy expectation – bouncy legs and semi-nervous smiles. He’ll make a big show of it, as he does of everything, pretending like the stakes are so much higher than they truly are so he can get reassurances and comforting pats on the back. It makes him feel like a tormented hero with a cause, in a way, and soon enough the idea of hope, as fragile and underrated as it had already been, disappears under the weight of his narcissism.

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     furrowing her brows slightly at albus’ 180 turn, abigail shook her head, surprisingly enough not wanting this to be all about her. after all, this was probably as hard on albus as it was on her; his family didn’t exactly have a nice and cheery history with the death eaters. “ no. ” she muttered, pushing one of the many stray strands of hair out of her face. drawing a deep breath, she rubbed her face before shaking her head yet again. albus only meant well, and she didn’t want to come off as rude and push him away. he didn’t know how to dress, but he was a good friend. and right now, she wasn’t one to judge on clothing choices anyway. “ sorry. i really appreciate it. it’s not that. i just… i was going to get some studying done before prefect duties. ” she said with a sigh, being scared for your life really was exhausting, but it wasn’t like she could get any rest anyways. a weak smile inched its way onto her face as she adjusted her bag slightly. “ though i’m not one to turn down some company. and while you’re at it you could distract me by telling me what you wanted in the restricted section. ” one eyebrow lifting slightly as she spoke, her voice gaining a hint of the lecturing tone it so often had when she spent time with albus.

    “No need to apologise,” Albus rushed to say. He would have patted Abigail’s arm or done something, but he wasn’t sure encroaching personal space would benefit either of them. He hadn’t reached the stage where it felt natural to initiate such contact yet. “You’re sure though? You look real tired.” Euphemism, sweet tool of communication. By that point Albus was certain he only fell asleep through sheer force of will – a polite phrase for stubbornness – and so didn’t have much in the way of advice. Somehow he supposed it didn’t really matter when Abi was awake enough to pull the prefect stare perfectly. The roll of his eyes was a first element of reply. “Nothing that bad, just looking to borrow a book or two. Basic library stuff, really.”

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weasleyroxy

      “ can’t we just forget all the dreadfulness around us for a hot second? ”   she cannot say she has not been SCARED for her life. the second wizarding war is still very present in their lives, her family’s specially. her father’s twin had been killed during the war, her brother was named after him. it was all still too present and yet, it seemed to be happening all over again. roxanne needed to forget the terrifying truth for a moment and go back to her normal life.    “ it’s been too long without quidditch, i can’t function like this… ”

    “The dread– oh! ” Turning his back on Roxanne for a second, Albus squinted at a painting, earning a glare from the wizard lounging in it. Deciding it wasn’t the person he needed, the Slytherin looked back to his cousin and gave her a nod. “I guess it could do us good, so long as we don’t all forget at the same time. If you want to go and hit some bludgers or something I’ll be happy to, er... watch?” He offered meekly. He did want her to feel better, but Quidditch was not the best way for him to be useful.

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     nodding slowly, abigail bit down on her lower lip. she had considered drinking a potion to help her sleep, she’d even gone so far as to actually get the potion but she never actually drank it — to scared that whoever was behind this would sneak into her dorm while she was sleeping and she’d be so knocked out she didn’t even notice it. but then again, she supposed that was better than being awake for it. “ i thought about drinking a potion actually , but one of these days i’ll probably be so tired i’ll fall asleep anyways so maybe i’ll just wait it out. ” she said, shrugging slightly, not being able to help how stupid she felt. she wasn’t even close to the students that had been killed, and she couldn’t even imagine what their friends must be going through, but abigail had never really been one to think that much about other people ( especially people she didn’t even know ) if she was feeling bad herself. “ i heard a lot of muggleborns have gone home…” she said, her brows furrowing slightly. “or their parents made them go home, i don’t know. but either way: i don’t blame them. ” after all, she had considered leaving hogwarts a few times herself. 

       One of the things everyone knew but not many actually voiced was that as awful as the death of young wixen was, the majority of those who lost sleep over it did so due to their fear – either for themselves or people they were close to, but certainly not to extend their grieving time past the sunny hours. What use would there be in that, he wondered? Better make sure no one else would be found in the Forest; he didn’t want to be cold, but he was, and his mind was set on survival now. He couldn’t leave his little sister alone with only their parents as supervisors, there was no way she’d go through hat he had gone through. If he had to crawl over piles of victims to stay alive, then so be it. “Why are we still here?” He hadn’t planned on asking out loud, but he had gotten too wrapped up in his own head to prevent the words from making it past his lips. “Like you said, it’d be hard to blame those who did go home. Why aren’t we doing the same thing? Teachers couldn’t keep the younger years safe, why would we be any luckier?”

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     rolling her eyes at the older male, she couldn’t help but mirror the smile on his face, though in a very toned down version. “ if i knew how little it took to make you this happy i’d do it more often ” she chuckled, stiffening up slightly as he squeezed her, while she didn’t really mind it, margaery wasn’t big on physical contact in general —- with a few exceptions of course. letting out a sigh, the blonde shrugged slightly while looking at eden. “ there was nothing in particular really, except that you’re one of the few people around here that isn’t either cowering in a corner or crying their eyes out — and you’re generally a lot more fun to be around than most people anyway. ” she said honestly, eden was definitely one of margaery’s favourite people to spend time with at hogwarts, he was pureblood and shared her values and that was really the two biggest requirements margaery had for her friends. raising an eyebrow at the gryffindor, she chuckled slightly. “ do i suddenly need a reason to talk to you now or ? ” she asked, red lips being pulled into a smirk “ because i’m sure there are other people who’d love my company, no questions asked. ”

    “Please do it more often,” Eden pleaded with his friend, a pout on his face. “I think scaring mudbloods and all the wrong sorts away should be a job. Yours, to be exact. Finally a branch of the Ministry that would prove useful.” He basked into the compliments like a flower starved for sunlight, even though he already knew himself to be far superior to a staggering number of people both in and out of Hogwarts. It was always nice to be reminded, though. Putting his hands up he found himself pleading once again, albeit genuinely this time. “Hey, I’m not complaining here! There’s always time to entertain a friend. Or maybe I’m not over the honour of your company and need constant reminders that the stone-faced Margaery Rowle appreciates me for more than my dashing good looks?”

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lionbonaparte

i live in the deep end, she wants to say, but thinks better of it. no use in the banter, not while he’s trying so hard to concentrate. “you know, kid, i do take newt level potions.” not that she’s doing anything more than scraping a pass mark, but that’s not the point. “i’ve got some stuff in my dorm.” then he mentions the potential for an adventure - for mischief making, the opportunity to bring a little light into the bleakness that had come to define their current situation. laurel’s eyes narrow, but she’s grinning. “oh, please, little potter. my capers are anything but stupid. if we’re breaking into anywhere right now, it’ll be dangerous, yeah. everyone’s on high alert. but i think i can manage a little bit of sneaking around and distraction work. you really should have learned more from your uncle george, you know - it’s a disappointment to me that you’re so bad at this.”

“Any moonseed and erumpent tail in your dorm, oh wise one?” Albus’ tone was mocking, but he really could do with some ingredients, NEWT level potions or not. He had already used ingredients that weren’t part of the standard list for seventh years, and so wasn’t getting his hopes up that Laurel would have everything he needed. Well, it didn’t hurt to ask. “What’s disappointing,” he replied in an even tone, disguising his smirk, “is that I would be so surrounded by flashy Gryffindors that finding someone who understands the value of discretion would be so damned hard.”

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doctrinxire

Nodding at his words, she begun making her way into the direction of the room. They were far too public to be seen together and even if their family members didn’t see them, it wouldn’t take long for whispers to spread across the castle that a Potter and Selwyn were seen associating with one another. Especially on friendly terms. “Well that’s good news at least.“ It wasn’t a confident answer, one that had her worried that this idea of theirs would either fail or lead to a dead end. “I brought a few of my family’s personal books and journals. I figured some of their notes would be useful.” Her great aunt had kept a detailed record on her work as an Unspeakable, leaving secondary copies in the manor before her passing.

What Albus had been quick to understand upon starting his forays into the Dark Arts, was that keeping an open mind was especially important. The older the books, the more obscure the references in the bibliography – if there even was one – and the easier it got to be misled or turn up with nothing of value after having spent months looking under every rock and pebble along the way. A derivative of this open mindset was the hunger with which Al latched onto any new material — meaning he had to fight against his instinctual reaction to beam happily at Sienna from his spot a few steps away, so to not appear too close together. “You did? For real? That’s awesome, you’re great, thank you so much! I can’t wait to put my nose in those – Merlin, I could kiss you. I won’t. But I’m so happy I could technically let joy take over. Not that I’m going to. Still very glad though.”

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Reaching over the wix to softly caress Eden’s cheek, Kennedy matched Eden’s sigh. He could easily pretend he hated seeing his best friend so torn, as he did. Unfortunately, that action had brought the distance between himself and Eden to a much shorter distant (despite his own long arms). “With an attitude like that, I’m starting to think this little arsehole had something to do with the whole forest bullshit. Why else would they enjoy putting an upstanding wizard like you through this crap? Babe, if they don’t apologize to you we’re gonna need to tell McGonagall they’re harassing traumatized students to keep their own guilty conscious clean.”

The puzzled, slightly revolted look the younger student gave the seventh years almost flew over Eden’s head as he was too busy nuzzling into the affectionate gesture, shooting Kennedy a grin. “Hell, now you’re saying it, you must be right. They set me up as decoy, that’s what they’re doing.” Ken’s threat of talking to the headmistress, combined with the full force of Eden’s glower, had the kid sputtering and trying to fend off the accusations, something Eden met with scorn plastered all over his face. “I’d like to know your name, but maybe all I have to do is wait and I’ll see it on the front page of the Prophet?”

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❌,🌙 (eden)

❌ JEALOUS.

Gritted teeth are on the menu when Eden gets jealous! He’s not used to sharing, when he does it’s always on his own terms so he just feels magnanimous. Jealousy stems from a feeling of having been robbed, meaning there isn’t an innocent person who just so happens to have something nice, no: there’s an offending party who knowingly took what was rightfully Eden’s. Because he is a huge hypocrite he’ll make sure to appear nice enough, but there will be no mistaking the threat in his bared-teeth smiles and the way he twirls his wand around his fingers in plain sight.

🌙 EXHAUSTED.

Ever seen a tired child? Grumpy, prone to bouts of whining and foot-stomping, no patience whatsoever? Eden hasn’t gone past that stage. When tired he’ll want everything to go his way, and anyone who dares oppose his plans or upset him won’t hear the end of it – until the next morning or after a good nap, that is.

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👻,🌦 (noah)

👻  AFRAID.

Noah loses his cutting personality when scared. Maybe because he is constantly fighting against something in his mind, so when a real threat comes up he’s so surprised he drops the walls he has erected over time. Additionally, he has learned to count primarily on himself and so, in most situations, he turns into the person he wishes he had. In times of trouble such as those the student body is going through now, he reflects the responsible, dependable older brother figure he desperately wishes for.

🌦  LONGING.

This one can go either of two ways: passive, or aggressive. If he sees someone else enjoying something he’s deprived of, his longing will turn into jealousy immediately. If not, he’s content to observe from a distance, because if something, someone, or a situation is meant to enter his life, he is confident that everything will happen in due time if he makes sure to let it. Passive, longing Noah is many sighs, looking straight ahead seeing nothing, and soft smiles.

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“We have only three passing scores on the deep space navigation test. Alai, Bean and Ender. What happened here?”

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Shit Slytherins Say: #141

If you can’t dazzle them with brillince, baffle them with bullshit.

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⚡️  ANGRY.

How many people, how much pressure, and how long does it take to make Demetrius angry? It’s a last straw, cherry-on-top situation that’ll make him lash out as he emulates the behaviour of those more dangerous than himself. What would the Rowles do? What would Sienna say? Only when he’s angry does Demi turn into the son Marcus wishes he had, snarling and mean and ready to destroy whomever ruined his masquerade, whomever made him feel something as deep and personal as anger. If he can be angry, that means he can react, which in turn means he should be doing something more than lie down and let life roll all over him. Thinking about it makes him even angrier.

🏝  LONELY.

You mean like, all the time, right? Having trouble being himself, it gets hard for him to bond with people, mostly because he has no idea who to bond with in the first place. When the loneliness gets too much his tone turns pleading as he calls for attention left and right, smile watery and eyes too full of hope to convey anything other than desperation to his targets. These are the ideal times to ask things from him as he’ll do anything he can to come off as pleasant.

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“I really fucked it up this time Didn’t I, my dear?”

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☕,💧 (albus)

☕  RELAXED.

Lots and lots of soft smiles are to be expected when Albus sheds his annoyed and annoying masks at the same time. A good book and a cup of tea over summer holidays, the house quiet as everyone’s gone to take care of their own business, and he’ll be sprawling in his favourite seat with a quirk on his lips. It would be the best time to approach him about anything, as he’d be delivering accolades and dispensing sound advice without a quip to sour the mood. He’s also excellent quiet company in these moments.

💧  SAD.

It’s actually quite complicated to make him sad: his default reaction is aggravation, and few are the people close enough and hurtful enough to get past that protective barrier he raises with practised ease now. When it does happen he’ll retreat into himself, heart heavy and burning, somehow feeling like he’s silently drowning but won’t cry for help. He can on occasion be sad beyond tears, but he will always be sad beyond words: it’s not that he voluntarily silences himself, it’s simply that words won’t come out. They linger in his throat, jammed so tightly together they block all sounds from coming out and the air from coming in. At times like these his eyes speak for him, conveying everything from disappointment and betrayal to regret or guilt. He will take punches, thrown with words or fists, without replying much. Some may appreciate the occasion, but yet others may find it terribly boring.

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“You’re honestly almost there. You even had me fooled for a second.” She replied, playing along with him. Watching his enthusiastic reaction to her offer, she offered him a momentary grin. “A little bit of both. I want to add in some new moves with the game coming up and I do have a few in mind. But new ideas are always good especially when they’ve never been seen before. I don’t want Hufflepuff getting another cup win and Slytherin can take second place for all I care.” Still salty about losing the cup last year, Sienna was more determined than ever to win it back for the seventh years on her team considering she had been playing with them for five years now. “If you have any ideas I’m always open to hear them also.”

“I’m mad cute, I know,” Eden agrees without a hint of humility. On the occasion he’d get caught lying by his mother, Minthe would remind him without fail how nasty the habit was. Pretending like he was less fell into that category. Nodding at Sienna’s words, it was impossible for the boy to hold back a grin at the mention of Hufflepuff winning, something that had made him roar with laughter the previous year. Gryffindor hardly winning lately was also a great source of joy; then as far as Slytherin and Ravenclaw were concerned, he liked both houses enough for having friends on the teams. “I’ll be happy to help. Then as for ideas, the first that comes to mind is pit Gryffindor and Hufflepuff against each other. These lions could pack wild stunts since none of them have survival instincts, get rid of the badgers for you.” He had nothing revolutionary to suggest, but sometimes he babbled on long enough for one of his thoughtless remarks to spark a light in those more imaginative than he. “With Gryffindors then just... They’re no threat for you, so use a match against them to test a few little cheats, y’know? I’m just saying, you’re equally matched by Slytherin, so rehearsing surprises for them so you can take ‘em down in a fun way is no luxury.”

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💧 SAD — DEMI.

Because he can’t thrive on his own, Demetrius will choose positive reinforcement most of the time when feeling negatively about something. This includes sadness: he’ll go off in search of someone nice who can make him feel validated and show him the world isn’t so bad. He would also welcome cuddles or any display of physical interaction, tiny as it was, because he is starved for it and just needs to be held.

⚡️ ANGRY — ALBUS.

The phrase ‘bullheaded arrogance’ has been used to describe the Weasleys and Potters before, and this side of the family takes over Albus when he is truly angry. Mild irritation might be his daily, default mood, proper anger is something one needs to purposely push for to attain it. His loved ones getting hurt or someone threatening peace with their lack of morals are easy ways of achieving that result, something Margaery Rowle found out very early on. He doesn’t see red then, but black: his rage is such that he becomes violent, using his wand or his fists as long as he gets to inflict pain and teach them a lesson. His anger is often righteous, which pushes him to extremes because even if he quite literally commits a crime, he’d do it with justice in mind, because a Potter can never be wrong. Everyone else is the problem, and he’ll tear them apart until his world is cleansed.

💕 IN LOVE + 👻 AFRAID— EDEN.

Has Eden ever been in love? The direct answer is no. If he had, he’d remember the distinct feeling of his heart beating closer to his skin, like the organ’s grown several sizes to host all the soft yet painful sentiments. He would look at his parents and think, “I get it now,” and much like his father he would be ready to sacrifice more than what is safe, more than what is comfortable. When Eden loves he’ll do so blindly, wholly, blending selflessness and selfishness until he can’t tell whose happiness he’s looking out for the most. Love would bring pride along with it, as well as a brand new type of confidence. It would help him mature, because someone who’d manage to capture his volatile heart would deserve no less than the best version Eden can picture of himself.

But fear brings out the worst of him. He finds no amusement in it, only confusion as his entire privilege is stripped away from him. Because he has everything, only loss could truly shake him enough for fear to brew and take over: he panics, eyes darting left and right as he looks for an exit he feels he will never find. His mouth is dry but his hands are sweating; he who is so gifted with words, a clever tongue, can’t get a single syllable out. He needs to find a plausible lie, but the fear of not being able to paralyses him. It is his biggest enemy, one he hasn’t met yet, or in such small doses he hasn’t developed an immunity. All the better to bring him down, if someone were to find the crack in his armour-clad ego.