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Not The Gramatica || OPEN

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His hand clutched at his chest, his mouth falling open in shock, “Reenie, when have I ever ditched you to snog anyone? I’m offended that you would even imply such a thing. I know you hate parties and knowing that I would never just leave you.” He shook his head, taking her hand and pressing a soft kiss to the back of it. “My lovely Reenie, I invited you out and so out we go and stay, together. I swear it on an entire two months of being your errand boy should I prove myself to be a liar.” His smile was warm as he hauled her up onto his back, his hands giving her legs a gentle squeeze before the two of them headed off.

It was a big deal that she had agreed to come with him and he would not take that lightly though he wasn’t entirely sure why she thought he would just leave her. He never had before, but then again he had never convinced her to come to something like this with him before. Their usual adventures being just the two of them, seeing what there was to see in the world around them for so much of it seeming brand new, but that’s always how it was when things were experienced in the right company.

That had always been his favorite thing, going places with Reenie and seeing it all through her eyes. Different things lit up her eyes in different ways, few things seemed to catch her breath and even fewer took it away, but he never knew what he would get and this would be another one of those things. He was hoping that at the very least she wouldn’t hate going to parties with him after this if nothing else. “Hey, if its absolutely awful we’ll leave and do something else, alright?”

Despite her own discomfort at the idea of being at an actual party, she couldn’t help the soft laugh that escaped her lips as she got settled on his back, her arms looped loosely around his shoulders. There was no doubt in Irene’s mind that he would get her safely wherever they were going, dropping her wasn’t an option, so she rested her chin on his shoulder and nodded her head slightly. “Well I know what I would make you do, and it’d be awful,” she warned, a grin in her voice.

If she was honest, running into her cousin was only part of the reason she usually avoided the Hogwarts social scene. She hated the looks. Hated the idea that everyone had just up and accepted the blood purity thing being a non-issue because of her very famous uncle. But mostly what she hated were the people judging her, or rather, judging her father, for the things uncle Harry had once told the press, or that had been leaked. Everyone knew the Dursley name to be one of shame, really. And she had no intention of trying to clear that nonsense up. It was easier for her to just keep her head down, prove her skills and talents and just go her merry way. After school she imagined she would rather enjoy going to Italy or Japan and bask in another world of magic.

Hearing his voice she hummed softly her brain taking a moment to process through his words. “Oh, I doubt it will be awful,” she breathed with a sigh of defeat. He had never led her on a poor adventure to date, so she had to give him at least that much credit. “Can I have sugar quills and cream filled chocolates, or is this concert more of a bar food and giggle water sort of thing?” She was never one for drinking, but this might rank on the list of rare exceptions. Still, a sugar quill sounded divine for any situation.

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Not The Gramatica || OPEN

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Hazel green eyes shone in the light of the moon, gentle hands reaching out to teasingly squish her cheeks, “Reenie, when have I ever called you out late at night for actual homework?” Ollie grinned, “Oh ye of little faith.” He chuckled and shoved his hands in his pockets, “What I can’t believe is you actually brought books along. I must be damn well convincing,” he grinned and ran a hand through his hair, his eyes bright and sparkling behind the dark frames of his glasses.

“Tonight, my lovely Reenie, we are going to The Cellar.” He grinned proudly, holding up two tickets. “My mate Holly is performing and she gave em to me free. Afterward it’s a bonfire near the bluff until the sun comes out again,” he nudged Irene teasingly, “Unless you’ve got to be home before midnight. Can’t have you turning into a pumpkin.” Ollie chuckled then, his smile so very warm as he gently took her hands, “Come with me Reenie. You know I never have nearly as much fun as I could without you.”

He pouted cutely and teasingly batted his eyes at her, “Puh-leese?! I’ll carry you piggy back and everything. Cover your drinks and your snacks. So what do you say, lovely? You game?” He smiled his most charming smile at her, hoping she would agree to come along and also figuring out what to do should she decline.

She swatted his hands away with a sound too close to laughter to carry much annoyance as she brushed the bangs away from her forehead and sighed. Looking down to the book in her hand her eyes rolled in mock annoyance, and holding it up she wiggled it a bit for him to get a better view. “This was necessary! You know what my family is like, I go anywhere without a clear indicator of my intentions and it’s all ‘Irene, what are you doing’ ‘Irene, what would our dear uncle think about that?’ ‘Irene, I’m telling your grandmother!’” Huffing softly she still couldn’t quite summon the annoyance she was reaching for. It was good, to be loved.

“Oh, are we?” She questioned as she put her beloved book away and stashed it in a nook, spelling it to ward away curious minds and reckless first years. “And I suppose you will be the perfect gentleman of a wizard I know you to, and you won’t ditch me to snog the first pretty witch enchanting assets that gives you a smile, correct?” God she hated to party it wasn’t a common feeling among her peers however. Every weekend seemed to come with some party or another. James would be there, she could just feel it. As he clasped her hands, however, she knew she was doomed to follow him anywhere. Good thing Voldemort was dead and gone, Helga only knows what trouble he’d have gotten them into.

Leaning back slightly with a groan that ended in a soft grin she nodded her head. “Alright, alright, whisk me away Lancelot. But you better not drop me!” She warned with a wicked grin as she took out her wand and transfigured her clothes quickly into something a bit more manageable, cloak replaced by a comfy jacket to keep her warm despite the hour. Pulling her hair into a ponytail she then offered him her hand once more. “The nights wasting away while you stand there grinning like you’re daft, come on!”

#[ *.muse:i dursley ]#[ *.para:not the gramatica ]

Not The Gramatica || OPEN

Irene pulled the cloak tighter around her body, tucking the thick, heavy fabric around her legs as she leaned haphazardly against a pillar that supported one of the high archways which served as an observation point. Scotland she had long since decided, was a touch too cold for her liking, not that she would ever tell her dad, her mum or her grandparents. God forbid Nan had another reason to hate Hogwarts. Family dinners were awkward enough. Feeling the soft shift of the book in her lap she glanced down, shaking her thoughts as she lifted the tome.

If she was lucky, she wouldn’t be found by any Slytherin’s out wandering past curfew. If she was blessed by the Gods, her cousins wouldn’t be the ones to disturb her little silent bubble. Every day the sixth year was still thankful that she was born with that little something special. But there were still times when she was overwhelmed. While her friends back home learned geometry, she learned to unravel the threads of the future using complex equations and just a touch of magic. It was fantastic, and terrifying and a little exhausting.

Glancing to her companion she smiled softly. “You couldn’t have actually called me out this late just to study. All the answers for the test will be located in Numerology and Gramatica.” Still, she tipped her chin into the palm of her hand and peeled back to the cover, flipping to the current section of study. It was too late for reading text books. It was time for adventure, a midnight fly wherein she could almost convince herself she might touch the moon, or a dip in the black lake, anything other than more homework. Even if it was the proper thing to do. “Er...you really didn’t did?” She was prepared to feel bad. “I could just lend you my notes...”

#[ *.muse:i dursley ]#[ *.para:not the gramatica ]

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#if you ever feel sad #remember that mieczyslaw stilinski will make lydia martin smile every day of her life #as he’s been doing for years

#[ *.muse:j potter ]#[ *.others:lyara bennett ]

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Platonic Requests for Affection|| Lyara & James

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Her eyes closed and she was so very content to be just where they were. She felt the arm of her robe being pulled up, hazel eyes opening to watch his hand curiously. There were a lot of things that were often said about James Potter, but the one thing she had never found to be true, at least with her anyhow, was his race to see her in her knickers. Gentle touch shot through her like wildfire, something so simple and yet she felt it everywhere. Her eyes slid closed again, her body shifting just a bit closer if closer were possible at all.

“I’ll make a note of that.”

She heard the tone and knew he was smiling without having to open her eyes to see it. She couldn’t help but smile in response, having to stifle a laugh at the tone that came next. “Oh no, not curfew,” she smirked, feigning horror “whatever shall I do? My…my reputation is at stake, laying here wrapped up in the arms of a boy.” She grinned, laying her arm across her forehead dramatically.

“and not just any boy at that. Oh no, he’s the boy.” She grinned, shifting and leaning in to nuzzle his nose. “So is this your way of telling me you’d rather be with Minnie, as you so lovingly call her, instead? Ready to go to bed and all that?”

He scoffed loudly, warm brown eyes nearly rolling in a perfect imitation of his younger sister, back when she was still all attitude and very little tact. He missed those days sometimes. “Hardly, love. I love Minnie, I do.” His grin turned devilish as he shifted slightly to get a better angle to view her face, even as her antics had him on the brink of warm, rolling laughter. “But she would hardly know what to do with all this, yeah? A bit on in the years. And she gets mad when I flirt, too much for her heart I reckon.”

Catching her chin, he winked before pressing a soft kiss against smooth, warm lips. He didn’t even think about kissing her anymore, there was no question, no doubt in his mind that she would accept his lips against her own. In the beginning it had been a thrill. Would she or wouldn’t she? What mood was she in today? The thrill of nearly getting hexed when he caught her on a bad day was almost half the fun. He really was turning out like his dad. The thought made him shudder and pull her impossibly close.

“Oh I’d take you to be alright, Bennett-” he chuckled teasingly giving a gentle tug on a loose strawberry blonde curl. “But I’m not sure you’d ever leave it again. And then what would they say about you? Poor little Lyara, trapped by the big bad Potter and all of his manly wiles. Well I never.” He snorted a laugh, kissing her neck. “No, we can’t have your reputation ruined love, best not keep you too late. But...a while longer I think. That will be fine.”

#[ *.muse:j potter ]#[ *.para:platonic request for affection ]

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No Roots | Olivia & Albus

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was supposed to be some pinnacle of magical education, but as far as Olivia could tell it was filled with the exact same mix of floundering idiots and talentless magic wielders as Ilvermorny housed. She still couldn’t go anywhere without turning heads, privacy was basically unheard of and if she had to answer one more question about whether or not it was true that American witches couldn’t befriend No-Maj’s, she was going to scream. All of this aside, the castle itself was rather stunning. The grounds rolled along like an expanse of green sea.

Here in the Scottish Highlands, the home of her ancestors, she felt a soft sort of peace. Could feel the ancient magic thrumming in the lay lines. How Isolt could have allowed herself to be pushed away from such a place, the young witch would never understand. Shifting the bag on her shoulder as she sat, non too elegantly atop a wall seemingly composed of large stones and cement that seemed to circle the edge of an oddly shaped log cabin, with a patch of rather large, bright orange pumpkins deep brown eyes so dark they were nearly black took in the dreary grey sky, and sighed.

British accents were only hot when they weren’t crowding you from every direction, too loud and slinging terms in your direction that you couldn’t hope to understand. Reaching into the pocket of her skirt, she pulled out her cell and checked it for what felt like was the millionth time. Timezones be damned, someone she knew across the world had to be awake right? Sending out a mass text, containing a beautiful picture of the skyline, castle included she shoved back into place. “How forbidden is the ‘Forbidden Forest’, really?” She mused to herself as she eyed the dense treeline with curiosity and a longing to be anywhere else. “Seems like a lot of good faith to have forbidden in the title and not use a single shielding charm...”

Looking down at her wand her lips pulled down further, an ever deepening frown. Even her wand stood out here, the blonde wood polished to a high shine catching the light as she twirled it between her fingers to examine the design, lost in her own thoughts and the musings that had kept her up near about all night. The Slytherin common room was impossibly dark in the evenings. The sound of the lake on the glass disconcerting. Last night, she had dreamed of drowning in her bed. The brunette laughed softly. “Yeah right. Get a grip Olivia.”

#[ *.muse:o bellerose ]#[ *.para:no roots ]

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Platonic Requests for Affection|| Lyara & James

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It was a wonder the way he seemed to know just exactly what she needed to hear and to feel. Strong arms around her pulling soft sighs from her lips and she curled up into his chest, her eyes closing and her fingers still intertwined with his. There was something so simple and so real between the two of them, something she had never tried to put a name to and now that she was thinking about it, she wasn’t sure she wanted to.

“Like you even had to ask, love.”

Softly spoken words that seemed so loud in their meaning and yet, she had needed to ask. Needed to hear that she didn’t have to ask him when she needed someone most. Hazel eyes slid closed as she felt her body relax and melt against his, the sense of comfort he brought so very potent.

“You call, I come running, or have you forgotten?”

Those words made her smile, the soft ghost of a kiss pressed to his chest before she shifted in his arms to look up at him. “Maybe it’s not that I have forgotten, but simply needed to be reminded.” It was true. There had never been another boy in her life that had her pausing and questioning herself like James did, somehow needing to know that she was wanted in his life, in his arms, in moments of stillness and quiet. No, she had not forgotten, she had simply craved just this and now that she was here, she had to wonder just how long she could do without. Somehow knowing that he was never the type to be tamed, least of all by someone like her, the school’s hero’s son with the school’s biggest joke. No, that wasn’t a thing that could be, but for now, she could pretend for as long as he would let her.

His fingers pulled upwards on the sleeve of her robe, tugging until he freed a slant of creamy pale skin, and he didn’t hesitate as he allowed his fingers to smooth along the newly exposed flesh, tracing lightly, algorithms and counter-clockwise whirls. Any other girl and his intentions would be far less pure. If it were not Lyara, he was sure he’d already have the bird of the evening naked and swooning beneath him, cursing the fire for the unnecessary heat. How long had it been since he last sought a stranger to lift the weight of his crushing shame and the pressure of expectations from his shoulders? His lips twitched. Too long, he supposed, and yet...he was content.

With nothing more exposed than a soft forearm, exposed to the elbow, hazel eyes and the softest voice the founders could have ever imagined, he was perfectly fine to just sit and bask in the seers stupidity until the day she realized she was wasting her time with a loser like himself. “I’ll make a note of that,” he smiled, charming and mischievous as his tone lilted with his accent. He breathed in her scent, soothed by the warmth of her against his side.

“We’re breaking curfew,” and it was a tone of voice that any of his extended family would easily recognize as the eldest Potter child scheming to get up to no good. The blood of a prankster ran thick in his veins, yet even as it urged him to do something he sat perfectly still, save for his fingers which were currently tracing the formula for Chicago Vapor across her forearm, pausing at her wrist before dropping a little lower to begin again where he had left off. “Minnie would have my backside if she knew I was skimping on my sleep to spend time alone,” here he inserted a soft, fake gasp of shock, “with a girl.”

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Lyara watched him turn to leave, her hand gripping his wrist and giving a gentle tug, soft words pouring from her lips“I just want to be close to someone for a little bit. Is that okay?”

Platonic Requests for Affection

Brown eyes so reminiscent of his grandfathers, tinted honey by the fire burning in the hearth softened slightly. James was good at telling himself lies. Daily, he told himself that he and his siblings were in fact not drifting apart. He told himself that his father would be proud of him and his reputation. That his mother wouldn’t be disappointed in him if she knew the truth of his time at school. Once in a while, he would tell himself that he actually had the power to protect his family, and that Lily would never be treated the way he made a habit of treating the girls that had crossed his path over the years, and when he really wanted to feel better, he allowed himself to believe all of it.

It was no trouble then, really, to cave to her request, shifting her grip from his wrist to twine their fingers as he sat back, the cushions on the conjured couch within the Room of Requirements soft enough that he could feel himself sink into them as he settled his weight beside her and used a light tug to pull her into his side more fully as his arm wrapped securely around her shoulders. It was about time he found a girl worth settling down for. A woman who could temper his horrible qualities and give him a slight peace of mind. About time, but ultimately pointless. Lyara Bennett could do far better than him. It was a depressing thought, so again he lied to himself.

Told himself that she thought half as highly of him as he did of her, that he might maybe have a change, that it was fate, because after all -- all Potter’s fall for gingers. He allowed his cheek to rest against the top of her head, the smells of wood smoke and potion brews tangled in her strawberry waves and sighed softly. “Like you even had to ask, love.” And if his voice dipped a bit too intimately, he blamed it on the fire, on the damn castle, on anything but those disconcerting feelings he felt well up inside his gut every time she got too close. “You call, I come running, or have you forgotten?”