have mercy

seventh year prefect chess association gobstones association wenlock study group

[imperfecticnist]

my dumbass forgot to write up this intro and i am so sorry. but this is my second baby, mercy. she is trying her best to be perfect when we all know that isnt obtainable. whole goal is to have people like her and to be the star daughter her parents wanted. anyways her profile is here and under the cut is her info!

is that mercy lu burbage i just saw rushing down the corridor? i hear they’re a(n) age in twenty-two year old slytherin, returning for their seventh year, but their friends would tell you that they are loyal & clever as well as self-centered & weak-willed. if you want to know more about them, i guess i could tell you that they’re half-blood, and from what i hear, they’re currently allying with the neutrals. when our divination professor looks into their crystal ball, they see: perfectly pressed pleated skirts, dozens of wellkept hanging plants all with their own names, well-loved and worn books about animals.

the eldest child and she had a lot of pressure put on her to be perfect. sit like a lady. be seen not heard. all that jazz.

so she did everything she could to be the exact image her parents wanted her to have. everything down to how she dressed was how her parents wanted her too look.

other interests she had like animals and plants didn’t tickle their interest, so mercy always kept that hidden or for her to read over in her private time. 

charity on the other hand was always what their parents wanted, even if she wasn’t the perfect child. and mercy couldn’t help, but feel jealous over her little sister.

no matter how hard she tried, she never could reach the same level of love and adoration as her sister.

it all came to a head when she was sorted into slytheirn and her parents were less than thrilled. the kinds of intolerant people that existed in that house... a disappointment. and mercy promised herself that she wouldn’t become like the other slytherins.

that was harder said that done. instead of adhering to defending herself and her family, she bites her tongue and nods along to anything that is said about muggleborns or the slurs that were tossed around. 

after all, she knows what they say they’d do to anyone that they didn’t agree. that was her family’s wellbeing on the line if she spoke up so boldly as a slytherin.

and these were her housemates. she wanted to be liked. or at least feel like they liked her.

mercy isnt sure who she is. as much as she wants to go into magizoology, she knows her parents expect her to go into politics regardless of how much it makes her anxious to talk in front of people.

for now, tending to the plants in her room is the only thing that makes her feel like who she is.

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brkencrown·:

               there’s  a  slightly  sour  look  on  molly’s  face  when  she  looks  back  from  the  slytherin  table  ,  it  wasn’t  hatred  ,  just  failure  to  understand  …  why  .  mercy  seems  far  to  agreeable  to  be  in  slytherin  ,  truth  be  told  .  she  wasn’t  running  around  hexing  people  for  simply  breathing  the  same  air  as  her  ,  and  that  ,  quite  frankly  ,  was  an  extra  point  in  molly’s  book  .  which  is  half  the  reason  that  mercy  was  not  immediately  turned  away  ,  too  (  the  other  half  was  curiosity  as  to  why  she  came  to  the  GRYFFINDOR  table  ,  of  all  tables  .  )  “  i’m  sure  a  grand  total  of  zero  people  would  be  surprised  by  that  .  it  always  makes  my  day  sour  when  i  remember  that  my  brother’s  are  related  to  them  .  ”  she  reaches  over  to  grab  some  chicken  ,  methodically  cutting  it  into  bite  sized  pieces  as  she  shrugs  .  was  molly  really  someone  who  was  grounded  in  reality  ?  most  of  the  gryffindor  house  would  disagree  with  that  ,  but  then  again  ,  mercy  wasn’t  in  her  house  .  “  oh  !  well  then  welcome  !  props  to  you  for  being  able  to  handle  them  this  long  ,  i  think  i  would  have  torn  my  hair  out  ages  ago  if  i  had  to  deal  with  them  nearly  all  the  time  !  ”

There were times when Mercy didn’t know why she was placed into her own house. Seven years at this school, and she still could not pinpoint where she wasn’t a Ravenclaw, or maybe a Hufflepuff like her sister. “I have good reasons for biting my tongue, one can say,” Mercy letting out a slight chuckle despite the lack of humor in subject matter. Better to move past whatever this conversation was instead of dwelling on the fact that she could barely stand up for her mother and her blood status. “As long as you’re not too weirded out by your association. I completely understand the prejudice of Slytherins,” she continued, taking a small bite of her food. “Did you know that they rag on muggle culture, but insist on their outdated whole little traditional thingies are just fine? Any table with a decent and grounded mind it much better than whatever they are going to talk about over there. I can only hear so much betrothed drama before I want to shove my head into one of the toilets. I swear it never ends and if they just married for love, it would be so much easier for them, but logic doesn’t exist when your head is up your ass.” Mercy stopped her own rambles by biting her lip. It was nice getting all of this off her chest, but Molly didn’t exactly consent to this nor even been made aware. It wouldn’t be fair to keep dumping at her.

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pendvlums·:

          when  she  begins  to  speak  ,  his  brain  switches  off  —   not  because  he  has  a  short  attention  span  but  because  he  simply  does  not  care  to  hear  what  anyone  else  other  than  him  has  to  say  .  it’s  a  waste  of  time  and  quite  frankly  a  waste  of  breath  ,  hers  specifically  .  “  mercy  ,  spare  me  the  monologue  .  it’s  derivative  and  rather  boring  ,  ”  the  only  thing  that  would  hammer  that  point  home  would  be  for  him  to  yawn  ,  for  added  ,  dramatic  affect  ,  and  so  he  does  .  what  is  this  blasphemy  ,  to  even  put  forward  that  his  lineage  is  anything  but  pure  ?  if  it  was  anyone  else  that  said  it  ,  like  another  pureblood  perhaps  ,  it  may  have  rattled  him  more  than  it  proves  to  .  “  you  know  ,  it’s  rather  funny  how  you  think  that  i  would  give  a  fuck  about  what  some  ,  filthy  halfblood  has  to  say  about  me  and  my  people  .  if  wizardry  doesn’t  work  out  for  you  ,  i  think  you  may  have  a  career  in  comedy  .  ”

Her eyes narrowed at her fellow Slytherin. Perhaps, she was finally showing her green and silver stripes. “You’re choosing not to, Zabini, because you know I am correct,” Mercy snarled. This time her body moved and bent to where her face was only inches from Demetrius. “How many squibs are erased from you lineage? Those who marry outside your precious little inbred hellscape you call pureblood society?” If only Charity could hear her now. Instead of the normal apologist dialect she would tout, she sounded more and more like her little sister. In part, she hoped she would make her proud. For once, her mother’s lineage was a point of pride, but playing with snakes would mean there was a chance to be bit. With the death of a muggleborn professor hitting her memory as quickly as the thought of her mother, her spine ran cold as she pulled back. “Leave. I’m done with you.”

[imperfecticnist]

serpvntines·:

𝑪𝑳𝑶𝑺𝑬𝑫 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑭𝑶𝑹 : mercy ( @imperfecticnist· ) 𝑳𝑶𝑪𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 : greenhouse  

there was nothing more satisfying to him than watching plants making progress. granted he did build up such an insouciant attitude towards many things, but when it came to the care of plants and herbology it was a whole different story. ever since he could remember castor had always had an aptitude for plants. why he even has his own greenhouse at home dating back to his preteen years. one could say that he was dedicated and if it weren’t for his carved future in death eater crusades—and his family name—he would have probably pursued a career in it. but unfortunately life had other plans for him and, like a river’s flow, it was much easier to permit it to take its course. yet the what ifs were often in his ruminations from time to time, especially in a place such as this one. and so he was fully unaware when mercy had entered until he heard a loud crash.  ❛  you’re lucky those were tools and not plants,  ❜  he chastised with a playful undertone.

One of the few places of solace from the turmoil and hell that she considered the Slytherin dungeon was the herbology greenhouse. It was quiet and calm. Plants never fought and merely worked together in order to keep the ecosystem healthy. You treat a plant with kindness, in return they blossom and bloom. If only people could be the same way. Mercy had not expected to see another person in the greenhouses, let along someone who seemed to share the colors of her robes. At first, she tried her best to be quiet and careful, but that did not seem to be in the cards for her as her bag got between her legs and she tumbled into one of the work benches. “I’m going to be honest with you, Castor,” she started, pulling herself off and trying her best to get most of the dirt off of her white shirt, “I hadn’t expected anyone else to be  in here... It’s mundane for the first week of classes, don’t you think?”

[imperfecticnist]

oflucivs·:

   “i’d rather keep calling you burbage.” this wasn’t the greatest start to the year if they were already fighting like cat and dog now. he’s already made a mental note to ask to be paired up with literally anyone else though, so long as it isn’t a puff or a mudblood, for that matter. he’s glad he’s found some sort of mutual conversation with her now, head low as he talks. “yeah.. i don’t care for hippogriffs, they’re horrible creatures.” head shakes. “though peacocks are incredible.” he’s biased. that’s clear more so than ever now. he’s never had an interest in animals other than the peafowl, owls and dogs they have at the manor. “i have a few at home - peafowl that is. all white too. they’re pretty incredible. but that sounds nice for you.. magizoology.”

“Then, I’ll call you Lucius. If you’re not going to respect my preference of name, I have no reason to respect yours,” she offered him. As per normal, she expected nothing of less of Lucius. His head was so big, she was surprised he could stand up. Mercy’s brow folded. They were not horrible creatures. Only needed understanding and time. If they deemed you worthy, they were wonderful creatures. “They are only horrible if you don’t give them the respect they demand,” Mercy refuted with a small huff. “Even the most prideful of creatures are able to be tamed and understood.” This had to be the most amount of love she had ever heard from one of her fellow Slytherins. The way Lucius talked of his peafowl, how he almost felt embarrassed to admit it, was endearing. Whoever were to have this man’s heart would be lucky, Mercy assumed. Deep on the inside, there was someone loving and kind. “Do they have any names? Your peafowl?”

[imperfecticnist]

gillywds·:

❛    not  quite  how  that  works  ,  love  .  would  hardly  be  worth  the  effort  really  .  and  stress  to  her  ?  oh  salazar  ,  you  sound  like  one  of  those  ridiculous  ‘  freedom  to  house  elves  ’  activists  ❜  penelope  has  heard  her  mother  mention  them  a  time  or  two  ,  has  seen  them  in  diagon  alley  .  pesky  folk  that  they  are  .  barely  worth  the  time  it  takes  to  get  past  them  .    ❛  i  think  i’ll  stick  with  burbage  ,  mercy’s  a  bit  .  .  .  informal  ,  don’t  you  think  ?  ❜ 

Mercy bit her tongue and swallowed harshly before allowing herself to word her sentence the way she was going to. “Perhaps you don’t work with animals much, Penelope,” she noted with a small raise of her eyebrows. “Now, when working with animals, not all of them respond well to their environment. It is possible that your house elf simply doesn’t respond well, but if you find one that can actually do the tasks at hand, not only will you have a more obedient house elf, but your household won’t even know that they are there,” Mercy explained and nodded. “Now, that isn’t to say that I’m going to set her free. My family just has less of a load for her to do. Gives her a way to feel important and to do what she is there to do, without putting stress onto her or a family who doesn’t have the proper load for her. For the record, if you insist on calling me Burbage, it almost will sound like you’re associating with my sister.”

[imperfecticnist]

pendvlums·:

          if  anyone  else  would  have  struck  him  ,  brown  hues  would  have  darkened  to  black  ,  seeing  nothing  but  red  .  a  dark  crimson  would  have  bloodied  his  knuckles  ,  coating  his  rings  ,  to  the  point  where  it  would  be  impossible  to  tell  whether  they  were  silver  or  gold  .  but  ,  of  course  ,  he  would  never  lay  even  a  finger  on  her  ,  not  without  his  wand  .  instead  ,  a  sadistic  laugh  parts  his  lips  ,  the  slap  not  having  its  desired  affect  .  sure  ,  it  stings  but  it  fails  to  make  him  cower  ,  with  his  tail  firmly  between  his  legs  .  “  that’s  a  hell  of  a  back  hand  you  have  .  i  have  to  say  ,  i’m  surprised  you  have  it  in  you  .  but  …  ”  he  has  one  criticism  ,  the  best  judge  considering  he  had  been  hit  many  times  before  ,  “  the  contact  wasn’t  quite  there  .  i’m  correct  to  assume  this  is  the  first  time  you’ve  hit  someone  ,  yes  ?  ”

“I’ve never stuck my sister before. Is this some other thing that is horrific, but normalized in your supposedly more civilized and cultured pureblood society? No love? Or gentleness? Betrothed to who knows who and whether or not you’re good for each other, not to mention no one here seems to enjoy each other’s company,” Mercy spewed out. “You might call me the animal, but all I see is a loveless culture that is continued by people like you, who bite in because it makes you feel special. I hate to break it to you, Demetrius, you’re just like me. No matter how pure you think your blood is, there is somewhere in you that likely came from some muggle. Hidden away behind generations of lies all while trying to win this pageant of façades. The other Slytherins might be impressed with you, but all I see is some sad, pathetic filthy hypocrite.” Her words laced with poison as she let her syllables coiled against her tongue. It was seldom she did something like this or acted in this manor. 

[imperfecticnist]

bxllatrix·:

     BELLA smiles back at mercy, walking alongside the wix and getting a headstart on patrols. the quicker they did it, the quicker they could be done with it, and bella had much more important matters to attend to. “ some people get a little angsty when their patrol partners are switched, ” she shrugs, a small tilt upwards of her lips. “ mostly because they’re shagging in the prefects bathrooms and think i don’t know about it. ” she chuckles, mulling over the unfortunate incident that was actually catching those students in the act. she felt like scourgifying her entire brain afterwards.      she hums, considering an answer to mercy’s question. “ seems like the hufflepuffs might have a bit of a situation on their hands this year, ” she starts tentatively, “ what with house rivalries and all that. seems like the littler snakes don’t take too kindly to being called evil purists right after they’ve been sorted. ” not wanting to sound like she was judging the younger slytherin students, she adds: “ not that i can blame them, it’s not easy having a target put on your back the second the hat shouts your sorting. ”

She shuddered at the idea of shagging with her patrol partner. Classless and tacky, for one and for two, there was no way in hell she’d even think of anything romantic let alone sexual. “No worries here. I don’t plan on shagging anyone in the prefect bathrooms, you included, no offense,” Mercy replied with a curl of her lip. The audacity of some of these students. Made her wonder why they thought to become prefects in the first place.

Slowly, her attention went to Bella. Mercy almost could not believe her ears. Justification for Slytherins jinxing a Hufflepuff. All because there were words thrown that they didn’t like being called. Perhaps it was a lesson in how bad muggleborns felt being called mudbloods or half-bloods being called mutts. Not as fun when the insults and slurs were turned towards them.

But, Mercy knew she had to be smart with a fellow Slytherin. Any sympathizes made her marked and her family marked as a result. “Are you really assuming that Hufflepuffs are out to get Slytherins in particular all over the matter of identity politics?” Mercy asked Bella with an earnest twist of her chin. Of all houses to assume anything being done to them, unwarranted just for being in a different house. If anything, that was the reputation Slytherin sometimes had. “Now Bella, I assume you’re much smarter than to think a petty war like this is worth jinxes. All this will do is encourage the students to start jinxing each other and we will have chaos. Perhaps ignore the words being thrown at them would be a better solution? If the words don't work to bother them, the Huffelpuffs will get bored.”

[imperfecticnist]

p l a y l i s t  o n e

softly waiting for

    someone to treat me softly

eclectic pop is where i feel mercy lays. a lot of softer beats with distortion. she probably prefers female vocals. lot of her stuff is gay, but she swears shes straight guys. template used is here.

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demetriustm·:

          loyalties  do  not  exist  in  the  slytherin  household  ,  at  least  not  to  demetrius  ,  having  very  little  respect  for  his  brothers  and  sisters  .  other  houses  may  be  a  happy  little  family  but  theirs  certainly  is  not  ,  with  divides  still  prominent  in  their  own  little  sector  .  the  way  she  retaliates  is  unexpected  and  he  would  have  been  proud  ,  if  it  hadn’t  been  directed  at  him  ,  and  so  he  finds  it  more  disrespectful  than  something  to  celebrate  .  “  well  i  didn’t  snap  them  as  a  sign  of  respect  ,  ”  he  responds  ,  much  more  coolly  than  even  he  had  anticipated  ,  considering  he  is  already  riled  up  .  an  animal was  perhaps  too  kind  ,  thinking  of  her  more  as  a  filthy  mutt  ,  but  that  he  lets  go  unsaid  .  “  but  ,  if  you  want  me  to  make  myself  more  obvious  ,  sit  .  ”

Times like this, Charity would know what to do. She was courageous and strong. Mercy was weak and spineless. The easiest target for her fellow Slytherins to use as a brick wall to hear themselves talk. Not once had she been treated as below human, except for what Demetrius had just said. Mercy was not sure what came over her. Her legs began to act on their own. She walked in front of him as she was told and eyed him down. Her right wrist became parallel to her left ear as she stiffened. With a simple and straight swipe downward, she slap the back of her hand across Demetrius’s face. “If I don’t deserve the basic respect of being treated as a human, then I’m going to act as animalistic as you think I am,” she snarled, curling her lip at her fellow Slytherin.

[imperfecticnist]

demetriustm·:

𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅  𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓  𝑓𝑜𝑟  @imperfectionistik·  !

location  :  slytherin  common room  .  

          “  i  just  had  the  most  awful  interaction  with  a  mudblood  !  ”  he  announces  ,  not  even  a  millisecond  before  he  steps  inside  the  slytherin  common  room  .   he’s  clearly  agitated  ,  immediately  recognised  by  his  fellow  students  which  begin  to  vacate  the  room  ,  sleuthing  off  to  their  dorms  .  cowards  .  he  forgets  —  no —  chooses  to  forget  that  not  all  of  the  serpents  were  pureblooded  ;  snakes  in  the  grass  ,  their  predecessors  blood  traitors  .  it  sickens  him  .  some  stick  around  but  not  necessarily  anyone  he  wants  to  talk  to  ,  not  until  he  sees  what  he  could  have  easily  mistaken  for  a  doormat  ;  basically  the  same  thing  .  before  she  can  flee  ,  he  snaps  his  fingers  —  the  audacity  of  him  !  “  no  ,  mercy  ,  you  stay  .  ”  

Mercy was not know for having any kind of backbone, but that did not mean that she always wanted to hear the word mudblood tossed around. It made her sick every time, with an image of her mom coming to mind. With how aggressive Demetrius had spoken, Mercy was not sure if she could deal with a tirade from some arrogant prick. But, she was not going to say anything. Simply pack up her stuff and visit the greenhouse to tend to her favorite plants. Calming. As far as she was aware, plants didn’t care the blood status of those who took care of them. At first, she was not going to say anything, until she heard a snap come from Demetrius’s direction and then a direction from Demetrius himself. Her eyes narrowed at the young man as her lips formed a straight line. “Did you just snap your fingers at me as if I’m some animal for you to command, Zabini?”

[imperfecticnist]

oflucivs·:

   “i disagree.” he shrugged, clearly not even taking the time to look at mercy. he didn’t believe his own words, but damn, he would have a perfect argument for that point. anyone could already see the cogs moving in his head, already trying to formulate the perfect counter argument. “isn’t it seen as a sign of respect? i would rather be called malfoy than lucius.” for his own selfish reasons of course — who wouldn’t want to hear their surname constantly when it held a great amount of power among the wizarding world? “i’ll be nice and listen for once, mercy.” his head does raise at the mention of the other liking animals though, tilting towards her. “all animals?” he paused, adjusting the sleeve of his shirt. anything to make it seem like he wasn’t interested in this conversation… when he truly was. “like.. owls? birds, maybe?” lucius’ voice got quieter, not wanting anyone else who was potentially around to hear him. it truly was something only his closest friends knew. “i like peafowl.. they’re incredible animals.”

Calling her Burbage made no sense to her. If anything, she had a first name, one that was chosen by her parents. Her first gift. It was meant to be used. Not only that, but her sister had the same last name as her. Not that she ever would think Lucius would dream of talking to her sister, but her point still stood strong in her mind. And in her mind it was going to stay. “Disagree with what, Malfoy?” she asked, tilting her head to the side to look over to him. “I’d like to think that my preferences exist outside of your own. If you want me to call you Malfoy, I’ll call you that. But, you have to respect that I want to be called Mercy.” Her gaze softened on him as Lucius’s voice grew quieter and quieter with each question. Mercy nodded. “Yes, birds. Any animals, including peafowls,” she agreed. The stoic emotionless gaze slowly formed into a smirk on her lips. “I quite like feathered friends myself. Part of me wants to go into Magizoology and work with hippogriffs. Bit different than a peafowl.”  

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brkencrown·:

          lunch time always seems to be one of the least vibrant times for the great hall , many students taking this time to catch up on studies or simply a small time for a nap before they face the rest of a tiring day . for these reasons , molly was always found in the great hall for almost the entirety of the hour . they always had a knack for catching their friends as they rush between classes and it gives her more space to spread out than the library tables . she’s poured over her care of magical creatures textbook , re - reading the text before setting out for hagrid’s hut for her next class . it’s perhaps her most interesting class this year , as hagrid seems more than thrilled to have someone as curious and talkative as molly in class . 

               it’s not unusual for the seats around her to be taken either , simply shaking their head as they hurry to finish their bite . “ no ! no ! i don’t mind at all ! please , make yourself at home . ” she instinctively moves aside the parchment that’s used for finishing up the notes for her class when she looks up with a grin , seeing a rather unusual face sitting beside them . they take a glance at the slytherin table and then back at mercy as she laughs under her breath . “ did they get too insufferable for you over there ? i hardly blame you , most of them are so dramatic that they rival dumbledore in that category . as long as someone doesn’t try to kick you off , i’ll hide you here , don’t worry , dear . ”

Mercy began to organize herself in front of Molly. Once all of her stuff was down, her own gaze looked back at the table behind her. This was going to be talked about, without a doubt, but at least she wouldn’t have to hear whatever words they were going to throw around about people like her mother. At least, if Molly was that way, she trusted that the Gryffindor had a bit of tact and class. 

Mercy shook her head. She was agreeable, which didn’t make her much of a target for the other Slytherins. There was nothing fun about messing with a doormat. “Trust me, behind closed doors they managed to be the most dramatic people on the face of the planet while also being the most toxic I’ve ever seen,” Mercy stated with a small chuckle. Though, there were a few housemates she enjoyed, Mercy struggled to feel completely at home within the halls of the Slytherin dungeon. “And I don’t think you can blame me for wanting to talk to someone grounded in reality for a change.”

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bxllatrix·:

     TAKING long strides to catch up to the slytherin, bella’s hands remain in her pockets, the tip of her fingers toying idly with her wand. a fidgety habit, if you will, rather than one of nervousness. no, bella was rarely nervous. especially during patrols, when she strolled through the hallways knowing the power she held both inside and outside of the castle walls.      “ mercy, ” she greets with a nod, “ your partner bailed, ” bella shrugs. “ it’s up to me to take on the responsibility. ” she would have to give the assigned hufflepuff prefect a reprimand later, but the hexing he was currently recovering from in the hospital wing might just be punishment enough. she knew it was a spell from the dungeons, one carefully crafted by the cleverest of them— hard ( but never impossible ) to reverse. she had uttered the counter spell as she was leaving, knowing it would take longer than a day for madam pomfrey to figure out a fix. she couldn’t have her prefects off duty for long, since her schedule was packed enough as it was without having to pick up their slack. “ hope you don’t mind. ” not that bella would care if she did— she’d gladly do it herself if she had to.

There was no real way to say no to Bella. Head student mixed with the cunning most Slytherins envied meant that she was never one to cross. Not that Mercy ever thought to cross any of her housemates. Bellatrix was the one she was more cautious of, the most scared. Mercy hand her hands in front of her, neatly folded against her pleated skirt. “Why would I mind?” she asked, forcing a small smile along her lips. 

Playing the game as always. Slytherin was nothing, but a revolving chess board. At times, Mercy knew she could have been placed into Ravenclaw like her father. With that, an untainted relationship with her sister and the disappointing looks of her family would be avoided. The anxiety of saying one thing out of line that could cause her loved ones to be in jeopardy would dissipate. But, that wasn’t her fate. “And, if you don’t mind me asking,” Mercy started, sheepishly worried if she was playing with fire, “did they bail in a bad way or just not feeling well? I can understand sickness. Everyone falls ill every now and then.”

[promptfairy]

❥     𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒    [   𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂    ]   .

headcanon prompts with questions based on plants   &   what they represent in flower language .  happy roleplaying !!  ♡

abatina :   is there anything in life your muse has changed their mind about over time   (   due to becoming more educated on the topic ,   certain experiences  ,   etc .   ) ,    or that they   would   change their mind about under certain circumstances ?  

acanthus :   is your muse deceptive ,   or willing to lie or deceive to achieve certain means ?   why or why not ?   

aloe :   how does your muse handle grief ?

amaryllis :   what is something or someone that your muse takes pride in ?   how do they express that pride ?   

anemone :   how does your muse view the world ;   as a cruel   &   unforgiving place ,   a land full of wonders ,   or something in - between ?  where does that world view come from   (   what experiences ,   life lessons ,   etc .   ) ?  

angelica :   where does your muse draw inspiration in life ?   what motivates them ?

apple blossom :   how does your muse go about expressing or not expressing their sexuality ?  

bachelor’s button :   does your muse actively seek romantic companionship ,   or cherish the liberties of being single ? 

basil :   does your muse have a love - hate relationship with anyone or anything ?

bay tree :   does your muse seek glory   &   accolades ,   or do they favour a simpler ,   more personal life ?  

begonia :   how cautious is your muse ?   are they prone to noticing red flags ,   or paranoid to the point of untrusting most everyone ?   why or why not ?  

belladonna :   how does your muse respond to silence ?   do they take comfort in soundlessness ,   or seek to fill the void with noise ?   

bluebell :   does your muse learn from their past ,   or are they prone to repeating the same mistakes ?  

carnation :   what is your muse’s relationship with their gender ?   how do they express or not express this relationship ?  

chamomile :   what is your muse likely to take away from a painful experience ?   are they one to be haunted by adversity ,   or to use what they’ve gone through to become stronger ?  

chrysanthemum :   how does your muse express romantic love ?  how do they feel about love as a concept ?  

daffodil :   is your muse one to be loyal in relationships ,   or are they likely to quickly move from one bond to another ?

daisy :   did your muse ever feel as though their innocence had been lost ?   what moment in their life could be described as the end of their innocence ?  

edelweiss :   what was the bravest moment in your muse’s life ?  are they known to be courageous from then on ?  

fern :   does your muse believe in magic or cosmic forces ,   or are they more likely to think their life is ultimately a matter of their own control ?  

forget - me - not :   has your muse ever forgotten something that is or was important to them ?   are they afraid of forgetting things like that ?  

gardenia :   is your muse one to confess romantic feelings early on ,   or to conceal them for long periods of time ?  

gladiolus :   describe a moment from your muse’s life that they will never forget .

goldenrod :   does your muse believe in luck or fortune ?  why or why not ?   where do they believe these things come from ?  

heliotrope :   does your muse believe in soulmates ?

hibiscus :   how does your muse view the gentler ,   daintier things in life ?   as things worth preserving   &   caring for ,   or things only bound to wither   &   disappear ?  

holly :   how strong is your muse’s sense of intuition ?  are they aware of it ?   do they ever fear that it is only paranoia ?  

hollyhock :   how strong is your muse’s sense of ambition ?  what’s something they strive for in life ?  

hyacinth :   is your muse athletic ?   does it come naturally to them ,   or have they had to work for their physique and/or skill ?  

hydrangea :   how much does your muse value communication in their relationships with others ?  are they prone to being misunderstood ?

iris :   if your muse could convey one last message to someone they have lost or left behind ,   what would it be ?  

ivy :   what are your muse’s views on marriage ?   do they believe it is something strictly for love ,   or an institution rooted in business   &   social benefits ?   do they desire or have they desired to be married ?

lavender :   how easy is it to gain your muse’s trust ?  once their trust is broken ,   how might one go about mending it ?  

lilac :   what was your muse’s childhood like ?   how has their upbringing affected them as they’ve aged ? 

lily :   how does your muse view their mother ?  

lotus :   has your muse ever felt as though they’ve been reborn ?  have they ever desired the feeling of a fresh start ,   or a better understanding of themself and/or the world around them ?  

magnolia :   describe your muse’s relationship with nature   &   the natural world .  

marigold :   is your muse prone to jealousy ?  how might they handle envious feelings ?  

mint :   does your muse view themself as virtuous   &   moral ?  what do these words mean to them ?

nasturtium :   describe your muse’s relationship with their birthplace ,   or homeland .  

oak :   who would your muse consider the strongest person they know ?  

pansy :   does your muse often reflect on their own actions ?   do they ever think a lot about the past ,   and what they could have done differently ?

parsley :   describe a holiday your muse enjoys ,   and why they enjoy it .

peony :   what would a   ‘  happy life  ’   look like in your muse’s eyes ?

poppy :   what comforts your muse ?

rhododendron :   is your muse receptive to warnings   &   advice given by others ?

rose :   how much does your muse value other people ?   do they wish to have many friends ,   lovers ,   and/or associates ?   are they an easy person to love ?

sage :   what is your muse’s legacy ?   what do they want to be remembered for   &   what might they actually be remembered for ?  

salvia :   is your muse possessive over people or things that matter a lot to them ?  how do they express that possessiveness ,   or lack thereof ? 

snapdragon :   is your muse merciful ?  why or why not ?

southernwood :   how seriously does your muse take themself ?   do they prefer a solemn   &   intellectual atmosphere or do they delight in jokes   &   banter ?  

sunflower :   what brings your muse the most joy in life ?  

tulip :   how does your muse view people in general ?  

violet :   how does your muse respond to betrayal ?

willow :   how does your muse handle sadness   &   depression ?

zinnia :   how has the loss of fallen comrades and/or loved ones affected your muse ?   has it taught them anything or given them any new perspectives ?

[imperfecticnist]

@aniimc​​

There were few things in this world that caused her to show anything beyond what she had crafted for everyone else. Her sister was the biggest and her plants came a close second. One of her fly traps had been looking at little sad. Being trapped in the Slytherin dungeons made it hard to tend to her flowers as easily as she would at home and a little bit of fresh air was good for them. Perhaps sitting outside and reading with her plant would cause it to feel a little better and soak up some sun?

That was until she tripped, and the pot came down with her. It shattered on the ground. Frantically, she looked through her pockets for her wand to try and bend the pot or at least start to clean up the mess she had caused. Mercy looked over her shoulder to whomever was watching. “I’m sorry? Am I in your way?” she muttered in panic. “I promise I just need to find my wand and this will be taken care of.”

[imperfecticnist]

@lvrcans​

She always hated busting a Slytherin. The pride of her own house she could never understand. Just because they wanted to succeed together doesn’t mean they should do it by breaking the rules. Yet, the cunningness of her fellow classmates for something as silly as good behavior and house points was beyond her. It was after curfew and she was doing her rounds. Which was alright by her. Mercy’s solo shifts around the evening shift was more enjoyable for her.

With a sigh, she approached her fellow housemate and gently tapped his shoulder. “You know I can let you off with a warning this time, Mr. D’Eath, but you need to promise me that you’re not going to go sneaking out without permission or a professor’s note,” she explained, tucking her hands into the pockets of her robes. Like any other year, house or student, she began to list off how she normally handled this situation. “Unless you have any of the following three, I’m going to make note of this and dock house points next time. Good excuse, permission slip from a club or activity, or professors’ note.”