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petriichvrs:

“oh,” she says with a nod, the kind that implies complete understanding, even though josie’s explanation just leaves her with more questions. she doesn’t like to ADMIT when there’s a gap in her knowledge ( especially not when she’s conversing with a ravenclaw ), so ginny does her very best to come across as if she gets it, with that it being a muggle tv show that she can pretty confidently say she’s never seen or heard of before tonight. “that’s…- fun,” even she can admit that she sounds as if she’s trying to describe a dental procedure positively, though at least she is trying. “i really love arthur. i love when that- that guy has an anvil dropped on his head.”

“I don’t think that happened.” Josie says, eyeing Ginny SKEPTICALLY. Granted, she can’t claim to be an EXPERT on muggle television – everything she knew about the costume she sported had been taught to her in the past few weeks, or collected in her ( admittedly RUDIMENTARY ) research prior to this event. “It probably would’ve traumatised a few children if it did.” She pauses, “Then again, I’ve never pretended to be an expert on muggle television, so who knows what they like to watch.”

#– with. ginny weasley #– where. blackwood house #nox.blackwood #nox.event019

ofmccnlight:

❝ 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 ! ❞ 𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚍𝚜 enthusiastically , pigtails bobbing with the movement of her head and eyes set on josie in rapt attention . this part of the night was within that zone of blissful pliability where everything around her was exciting and she was down for anything . she hung onto her fellow ravenclawʻs every word , happy simply for the mere fact that was chatting to a dear friend . ❝ iʻve never heard of it in my entire life . ❞

being uncomfortable in a crowd was never a trait luna developed , despite her many other idiosyncrasies . it simply wasnʻt in her nature to ever be ashamed ( or perhaps that thick - skin was something she developed over time . either way , she didnʻt spare it much of a thought ) . the result is a complete ease among both friends and strangers , regardless of the situation . her fascination with josieʻs outfit was completely genuine . ❝ i donʻt think you look weird at all . you look very red , ❞ she says , lifting a hand to tap a finger gently over the clips in josieʻs hair ; a feat only possible with the added inches of her heels . ❝ i quite like it . francine must have been very clever to be given such a long show . ❞

There was something about talking to LUNA LOVEGOOD that always made Josephine feel BETTER about herself. Perhaps it was the other’s perpetual ENTHUSIASM, or her near relentless genuine OPTIMISM, that always left Josie in a slightly more positive mood than the one she’d started out in. Or, perhaps, it was the familiarity that came with knowing someone for such a long time – having grown up together and both being sorted into RAVENCLAW during the same year at Hogwarts. Despite their outward DIFFERENCES, Josie and Luna had remarkably similar roots – something which helped put Josie at EASE in a situation where it was all too easy for her to feel anything but.

“Thank you.” Josie says with a laugh, shaking her head amusedly. TRUTHFULLY, she’d not heard of the show until DENNIS had suggested it as a costume – Josie didn’t exactly grow up surrounded by MUGGLE culture, and much of it was still unfamiliar to her, but she’d been EAGER to quickly embrace it. “Not sure if very red is a compliment or not, but I’ll take it.” She chuckles – though she knows that the words that come from Luna’s mouth are very rarely SINISTER. “She’s not the main character,” Josie says with a shrug ( and if that isn’t the story of her life ), “But she’s probably the coolest, I think. I’ve only seen a few episodes, but she seemed the coolest.”

#– with. luna lovegood #– where. blackwood house #nox.blackwood #nox.event019

martha--strout:

The world was slowly spinning on its axis just like it normally did only now Martha was wildly aware of that spin. The room swarmed around her as she drank from her fifth cup of firewhiskey, the taste of which hadn’t bothered her in the slightest since the third cup. She felt none of the guilt she normally felt when drinking, thoughts of Judith having been silenced after she’d finished her second cup. The room spun as she stood from the couch but she held on tightly to the armrest until it was bearable enough to make her way forward.

The haunted house was bustling with energy; energy that she wanted nothing to do with but felt obligated to attend. But she’d fix that now.

She was on the hunt for someone who always made her feel better, someone who always put a smile on her face, which was exactly what she needed right now as she was slowly approaching another side to drunk Martha that she didn’t like; sad drunk Martha. She could feel it slowly approaching like on oncoming train and wanted nothing to do with it. Making her way down a hallway, this side of the house was much more quiet besides the occasional piercing scream echoing down the hallway. She found her target there and grinned.

Coming up beside her, she drunkenly put her arms around the girls shoulders. Buryig her face in Josie’s hair, she inhaled and hummed contently at the pleasant smell. “Hey Jo,” her voice was naturally deeper in her drunken state and she swayed lightly on her feet, “I missed you, I always miss you so much when you’re away.” @jodiggory

BIG PARTIES were never really Josephine’s SCENE – she always felt slightly AWKWARD and out of place, as though she were always a few beats behind her peers and desperately trying to keep pace. She’d always watched her siblings navigate these sorts of social situations with the ease afforded to them by CONFIDENCE, something which, by contrast, the middle DIGGORY was sorely lacking. However, since the ATTACK almost a year ago now ( though feeling much more fresh in Josie’s memories, however hazy they were ), being ALONE was equally unbearable – at least this party allowed them the pleasure of NOISE to drown out their own racing thoughts and paranoid anxieties.

Had it not been DENNIS and MARTHA who had invited her along this evening, there was every likelihood that Josie would not be here. Sure, a crowded room was still preferable to memories that seemed to haunt her daily – but it was still UNCOMFORTABLE. It was easy for Josie to blend into the background and be all but forgotten by the other attendees – hovering on the edge of a conversation among a few of her former classmates and nodding along as she needed to. ADMITTEDLY, the small amount of alcohol now buzzing through her system made the evening a little more bearable – drowning out her anxieties quite nicely, though she wouldn’t allow herself to indulge TOO greatly.

Josie can’t help but STARTLE when she suddenly feels someone’s arms around her – jerking awkwardly to the side to catch a glimpse of the assailant only to find no danger whatsoever, only the slightly DRUNKEN smile of MARTHA STROUT. It had not gone unnoticed that Josie hadn’t seen Martha in at least an hour or so – though she knew it was likely due to Martha having better things to do than hang around with her all night long – so her reappearance is a WELCOME relief. “Calm down, it’s only been, like, an hour.” She says, staunchly IGNORING the way her heart seems to flutter over the words I missed you. A pause follows, slightly too long ( an I missed you too may have followed, were Josie two or three more drinks in ), “Where did you run off to?”

#– with. martha strout #– where. blackwood house #nox.blackwood #nox.event019 #sorry this took me..... forever

scapegrvce:

( 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 ) — the main area ( 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 ) — closed ( 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ) — @jodiggory

the candle smelled atrocious. it was supposed to be pumpkin spice, but all that came through was a nearly painful amount of cinnamon with only the barest hint of nutmeg. worse than that, it was a migraine inducing shade of orange, though calling it orange was perhaps an insult to the color as a whole. augustine loved it. “i think i’m going to buy 50 of these horrible, horrible things.”

“It kind of smells like poison,” Josie says, picking one of the candles up and smelling it herself – face scrunching in DISTASTE over the scent ( she wasn’t the biggest fan of cinnamon overall, but she would have thought that even the most avid lover would be put off by how pungent this candle was ). “You’re not serious, are you? What are you going to do with them all? I think lighting this for even ten minutes would have anyone’s house smelling like cinnamon for months.”

#– with. augustine verne #– where. appleby #nox.event018

vellichvrs:

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: appleby ! 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: @jodiggory !

“do you think anyone actually buys this sort of thing?” she asks, plucking one of the odd little wares from its table and holding it to the watery autumn light. her curiosity might’ve gotten the best of her, but she really didn’t mean to judge… even if the little trill of disbelieving laughter she gave said otherwise, “i can’t imagine what use it is to anyone, though i suppose i mightn’t be a halloween… expert?”

“I’ve got no idea,” Josie says with a laugh – eyeing the decoration skeptically ( from her best guess it was some sort of decoration – a strange SKELETON figure hanging from a string, though not quite a human shaped one ). “Surely someone has to, right? Otherwise they wouldn’t be turning a profit.” Then again, maybe they weren’t – the stall had been quite QUIET since Josie had first walked up to it and started eyeing off the wares.

#– with. merry lestrange #– where. appleby #nox.event018 #not me replying to this 1000 years later x

ᴡʜᴏ : josephine diggory & open ( @startertms ) ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ : blackwood house, london ᴡʜᴇɴ : october 31, 2021

“I’m meant to be Francine,” Josie explains, red converse dragging nervously across the floor as she nurses the same drink she’s been working on for the past hour ( it’s VODKA and ORANGE JUICE – horribly watered down by this point, with the ice long melted and creating a horribly diluted MESS that has done absolutely NOTHING to quell her anxiety over being here ), though she remains STEADFAST in her resolve to finish it, still occasionally sipping at it through a curly straw. She’s never considered herself to be the LIFE OF A PARTY – not like she’d seen from Nellie and heard about Cedric, but HALLOWEEN had always been a favourite of hers – a chance for people to show off their IMAGINATIONS and pretend, just for a minute, to be something other than the roles life had relegated them to.

“From Arthur,” She continues, unsure if the person she’s explaining her costume choice even particularly CARES what she’s wearing, but in too deep now to turn back. “It’s a kids’ cartoon. Been going since 1996, if you can believe. I’d have thought they’d run out of material by now, but apparently not.” A pause, “There’s people dressed as Arthur and Buster, too, so I’m not like... a complete weirdo, I swear.”

#nox.start #nox.blackwood #nox.event019

martha--strout:

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“Fine,” she pouts but soon it’s replaced with a slightly dazed smile of endearment at the idea of Josie being bad at cooking. There’s not a lot that Martha can pinpoint Josie being bad at but the idea of her catching her kitchen on fire sparks a bit of amusement. Maybe someday she’ll be able to teach the woman a thing or two about cooking but, for now, she’ll bide her time and wait for the perfect moment. She doesn’t want to pressure her friend into something she doesn’t want to do, after all.

“Next time I think I’m going to make Italian donuts with some dipping sauces on the side. Sounds good?” She asked, making sure Josie agreed to whatever sweet treat she came up with next to make. “Its getting into the cooler weather now and I should be making soups soon.” Which was another past time of hers on her days off. Taking a sip of her water, she put the cup back down and turned to look at Josie.

She did that a lot; look at Josie. Martha wasn’t sure how Josie hadn’t noticed that she was utterly gone for her but she thanked whatever reason there was for it because it meant that they could still be friends. Over the years, she’d thought of telling Josie the truth about her feelings, had come up with a variety of ways she might be able to, She’d actually managed to work up the courage to do so a handful of times but something always stopped her; cold fear settled in her stomach and made her a coward. There was a reason she wasn’t sorted into Gryffindor, she’d imagined. But the wanting never dissipated despite the many years that had gone by in their friendship; it was still very much a hurricane in her chest each time Josie was around or the many times during the day Martha thought of her.

“I think you’re misunderstanding me when I say I’ll happily eat anything you make, Martha.” Josie chuckles, shaking her head. It was RARE for Josie to feel comfortable enough around someone to be so buoyant and open with them – but Martha made her feel LIGHT in a way that few others had ever been able to replicate. Even around her family, Josie sometimes felt as though she were walking on eggshells – choosing to remain quiet rather than say the wrong thing, fearing that her opinion were UNWANTED, and prematurely deciding not to share it, even if this were not always the case. With MARTHA, Josie had never been made to feel that way – as though her words didn’t carry the same weight as others – in fact, the undivided attention Martha afforded her made her feel whole in a way she often didn’t – like a REAL PERSON instead of a shell.

“But, for what it’s worth, I don’t think you can possibly go wrong with any kind of donuts – so, that’s my two-cents.” She laughs again, taking another mouthful of the pastries Martha had prepared. Perhaps if she weren’t quite so STUCK in her own insecurities, Josie would notice the way that Martha looked at her – perhaps she would notice the joy the other derived from baking for her and seeing Josie enjoy it. Perhaps she’d see this and be able to work up the COURAGE to confront her own feelings – but, as it stands, Josie does none of these things. MARTHA had always been a bright spot in her life – far too bright to ever be shadowed by plain, boring, clumsy JOSEPHINE – and so this is what she allowed herself to believe, that their friendship could only ever be that – FRIENDSHIP. One, mind you, Josie felt incredibly grateful for.

Perhaps, were she a little braver, she’d say something about how beautiful Martha looked today, even in her work clothes. Or she would tell her how much she admired her, how thankful she was that Martha deigned her worthy to be in her company. Instead, she says – “I’m dreading going back to work after this now, the day’s going to be all downhill from here.” She shakes her head, “Someone misplaced a pile of court summon, so my boss is on a manhunt. I’m like... ninety percent sure it wasn’t me.”

#– with. martha strout #– where. ministry of magic

ofmccnlight

𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐍𝐎𝐗 : three / five dynamics !

ft. martha strout ( @martha–strout ) &&. josephine diggory ( @jodiggory )

#OKAY BUT I LOVE THIS ?????#the TALENT the BEAUTY I am awed and honoured <3

dolors:

𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 : the autumnfest fairground , appleby . 𝙵𝙾𝚁 : josie diggory ( @jodiggory ) . 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂 : closed .

it’s a fine line to tread , this one : a case study in softening , in shifting fundamental nature , of change . how much is too much / when does charm need to be SWEETENED into something completely syrupy ? amycus has it down to an art form , and it’s a good thing : he nearly catches mouth curling into a 𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚕 when he realises that he’s linked to the fucking diggory brat . “ gonna keep UP with me ? ” latent vexation is smoothed into something bashful , just the 𝑹𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 amount of cluelessly flirtatious . ( of all the mundane tasks he’s set himself in malkin’s skin , this MIGHT be the one to do him in . )

TRUTHFULLY, athletics had never been Josie’s THING – Nellie and Cedric had always sported more physical prowess than she had ( though perhaps their more obvious effort in such areas had seen them excel far beyond Josephine ). HOWEVER, this race was for CHARITY, and she’d been convinced to sign herself up by some of her more persuasive colleagues – and, despite herself, Josie was actually somewhat EXCITED to be competing ( whether she would win was a completely different question altogether – she didn’t have quite that much faith in herself ).

Being paired with BENJAMIN MALKIN is met with INDIFFERENCE from Josie – she’d never had much to do with the man, but he seemed nice enough, and she supposed she’d rather be stuck with a relative stranger than someone she knew and couldn’t stand. A chuckle escapes her mouth at the harmless teasing, “I hope so,” She says, “They don’t call me the speedster for nothing.” A pause, “They don’t really call me that, I’m not sure why I said that.”

#– with. amycus carrow ( benjamin malkin )#– where. appleby #nox.event018 #if amycus chooses violence that would be understandable actually x

sofia-avery:

where: near the fair games who: anyone

The brunette struggled to not roll her eyes as she witnessed yet another sorceror pull their head out of the tub of apples, failing yet again at the classic game. Sofia may have grown up in the wizarding world but she knew many of the games tonight were taking from the muggle world and it seemed they even got right on the money with rigging a few of them to always have the individual fall short of the prize. “How many more galleons do you think they’ll spend before they finally get an apple?” Hazel eyes turning to the presence next to her, whether they were watching the same scene as her though she didn’t know.

“Quite a few, I’d imagine.” Josie was as fond of FAIR GAMES as the next person – but she’d also learnt from AMOS that many of these were rigged in favour of the organisers to try and earn themselves as many galleons as possible before somebody won them, so she tended to stay away from the more obviously rigged games like the plague. “I always thought it was common knowledge that these things were rigged – or was it just my dad who was a spoilsport?”

#– with. sofia avery #– where. appleby #nox.event018

praefcrtis:

( 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 ) — the corn maze ( 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 ) — open ( @startertms )

“so, i think i am very much lost right now.” daisy said with a laugh. there was probably some magical failsafe to get her out of there and even there wasn’t, she could probably remember a spell to get her out of there. but what was the fun in that? she turned to someone near her, “what are the chances they abandon us to eat raw corn for the rest of our days?” she asked, a grin across her face.

Josie liked to think she was GOOD at puzzles. Well, even if she wasn’t good, she was at least better than most ( or maybe this was just the RAVENCLAW in her speaking ), so, naturally, she had assumed that the MAIZE MAZE would be no different – that she would be in and out within twenty minutes and be able to reward herself with a treat at the end of it. This, of course, was well over forty-five minutes ago, and Josie was no closer to finding her way out of this stupid maze, seemingly running around in circles like a lab rat. “Merlin, I hope not,” She says with a laugh as someone else speaks, realising ( thankfully ) that they were just as lost as her, “I hate corn. I thought this was supposed to be a game for children – I feel pretty stupid getting lost in it.”

#– with. daisy dyer #– where. appleby #nox.event018

martha--strout:

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A feeling of accomplishment rushes through her and she lets herself feel it. It’s a good feeling, one she she relishes because she hasn’t felt good since Judith’s disappearance. Although, that’s not true; she realizes with a start. There are sparks of happiness in the dark when she’s around certain people; like Josie for example. As much as she wants the world to stop now that her sister is gone, it hasn’t. Things go on, time moves on, she experiences new things every day; joy is in short supply but its not skipped her altogether.

She has Josie to thank for most of her smiles these days, she thinks. The other still has the capacity to make her laugh or grin despite the loss that eats its way through her chest. That wound still bleeds but its staved off from rushing when Josie’s around. Which makes Martha thankful that her feelings for the other girl remain a secret because she can’t jeopardize their friendship.

A small grin breaks through the haze that normally surrounds her as of late and a small chuff of laughter falls from her lips. “It’s my first time,” she assures the woman, picking apart her own pastry before shoveling a piece of it into her mouth to chew. Humming in content at the taste, she nods to herself; she did well. “The hardest part is always the dough for pastries, I think. I haven’t run across a particularly difficult filling to make yet.” Prepared by hand, not by magic, baking can be hard labor for Martha, which is why it’s such a good hobby for her to have right now. It allows her to shut down her mind for a moment, to allow her shoulders to loose their heaviness, and just focus on a task; its become one of her favorite things to do. “I can teach you a thing or two if you’d like,” a sly grin - one might even call it flirty - flits across her lips for a moment and her eyebrows raise. It’s a look she’s given Josie before, one that always ends with them in some kind of trouble or daring adventure. It’s reminiscent of Martha before Judith’s disappearance, before her death, and she feels more like herself in this moment than she has in a while.

It’s NICE, Josie thinks – to see Martha smiling. When she’d first come to know the other, she had always been smiling – seeming to radiate life in a way that Josie couldn’t help but be drawn to. Where Josie often felt dull and heavy in comparison, Martha has always seemed vibrant and buoyant – a perfect contrast to Josie’s more macabre tendencies, though she would deny to herself and to others that Martha served as anything more than an opposing force in the PLATONIC SENSE ( however much she sometimes wished this wasn’t the case – in fact, she could remember times where others would tease her about how clearly smitten she was during their final few years at Hogwarts, though Martha, thankfully, always seemed quite oblivious to the fact ).

Josie knew what it was to lose a sibling – the kind of pain that was quite unimaginable until one experienced it for themselves. It’s almost taken for granted that they’ll simply BE THERE throughout your life, until they’re gone. She also knew that different people tended to react quite differently – she only had to look as far as her own reaction to Cedric’s death and that of her sibling – equal and opposite in effect. Seeing Martha smile had, naturally, become a more rare site since Judith’s passing, but one that Josie was determined to try and bring back – it was a smile she had grown to love so much, after all.

“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea,” Josie laughs, shaking her head, “I think I’d burn down my apartment if they left me in charge of cooking anything more than eggs on toast. Not sure if you want that kind of burden in the kitchen.” Josie wasn’t sure how Martha did all of this without magic – she could barely manage to keep her head on straight with it – but she admired Martha’s willingness to try ( and, of course, her success ). “But I’m happy to keep eating whatever you cook.” She says, grinning.

#– with. martha strout #– where. ministry of magic