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halfnott‌:

Ava had been warned of Kiara Shafiq. Not told, not whispered to about, but firmly warned. She was what happened when girls could not control themselves or their urges, who were wild and (her mother stressed this especially) were never suitable for a good man to wed. Kiara was a cautionary tale, especially after her suspension from Hogwarts, and one that was told to her by many people. So to see her, hands snatching for the teacup from her grip like it was water in a desert, set Ava on and edge she didn’t like to be on. It was these types of girls that, when Ava had to interact, it was for a short moment and with a safe fallback in case things got too intense.

Sadly, she had none of that at the moment.

“I… I’ve never lost the interest.“ There was a quake in her voice that she cleared as she looked down, part in shame of her hobbies and part that she was far from ready to deal with a woman as vicious as the one before her. “In fact, it was something I excelled in. Old aunts have asked me plenty for interpretations of their tea leaves or a new liver-spot they’ve gotten.“ She was a brave little field mouse sat across from a viper as she muttered her next line, eyes meeting with Kiara’s again as she found a scrap of confidence. “I’m quite sure I’ve read for your aunts once or twice at some luncheon. They keep asking when you’ll become proper… I tell them something else they want to hear instead. They wouldn’t like the answer.“

“Oh, but do you promise?” The sarcasm came with a hint of hostility in her eye, the mad little flame brought by the anticipation of a verbal spar. There was no false charm, no sugar to counter the acid in her voice, nothing that denied the great pleasure that irritating declawed kittens truly brought her. This one was self-righteous too. What a great delight! No, she thought, those ghastly fucking hags would not like the answer. “Either way, I’m truly impressed. I do believe that is the single sane prediction I’ve ever seen someone get out of a reading! It’s almost enough to make one entertain the thought that divination may not be such useless quackery after all. Almost.”

She ran a hand through her long hair, lips curling at the silkiness of it. Most people dreaded confrontation. Kiara could think of no situation in which she felt more comfortable than under attack and spitting venom herself. It was better than being pitied, ignored, cast into the shadows and the cold. “Speaking of properness: does reading ‘A Guide to Wizards Who Won’t Commit’ in public qualify? I should think that would lead to the surge of a couple of nasty rumors about your future husband.”

#ava nott;

emersonyaxley‌:

Emerson fixed Kiara with a stare. Since the incident back in school, she and the other female had never quite been on the best terms. Even without that, it was likely Kiara would have rubbed her the wrong way. Something about the woman’s voice made Emerson’s skin crawl; even in her anger, she wasn’t so naive as to trust the likes of Kiara.

She had entered the Sip & Smoke in an attempt to escape. There was usually some sort of cozy nook she could hide away in with a book. Somewhere in the limbs of a tree was preferred but seeing as how that was her usual hiding place, she had to resort to one not often used except in the colder months. Was it possible that the world was conspiring against her? First Henry, then Isla (her body trembled with anger) and now Kiara. Kiara Shafiq, the one woman who almost ranked lower than Thorfinn on her list of people she didn’t like. No. No, she had to take that back, there was someone below the male now. Maybe she did need a drink after all.

“Who needs poison when they have you?” Emerson echoed Kiara’s smile, batting her lashes in return, hazel eyes refusing to move from the other woman’s face. “I’ll pass seeing as how I simply won’t endure your presence,” this time she copied the woman’s words, a strange flutter of emotion made itself known in her chest, it was nudging her toward the anger that was buzzing angrily inside of her body.

“Let’s be honest, Kiara,” Emerson hummed softly as she leaned against the bar. “If you’re offering to buy me a drink, you must be desperate,” her gaze searched the woman’s face for a moment. “For what, I don’t know, but desperate none the less.”

“Oh Emerson, I can think of few people who need poison more badly than you do. And it’s only because they’re less irrelevant.” Her voice dripped with contempt, her expression a predatory flash of teeth rather anything that held any warmth to it.

The fire whisky had gotten her in the mood to fuck with someone, but that wasn’t all there was to it. Kiara wasn’t particularly in tune with other people’s emotions but she couldn’t shake the thought that Emerson looked somewhat off, sour. It delighted her.

“Entertainment, perhaps.” She shrugged, somewhat surprised by her own honesty. Of course, approaching Emerson also provided her with an opportunity to embarrass her missing companion. She could imagine the whispers already, the tale of the dreadful scene at the Sip & Smoke that would unavoidably contain a mention of his name. That would teach the bastard not to keep her waiting. “Boredom does tend to make one turn to charity.”

#emerson yaxley;

Location: Sip & Smoke

Date: August 1st, evening

Open

Her dress looked fine. If she squinted just enough, Kiara could almost find it beautiful, a sliver of the night sky against the burnt forest of wood and leather that made up the Sip & Smoke. The internal complaints about her garment had faded with the second glass of fire whisky. She was, by then, able to enjoy her own beauty, smiling at her reflection in mirrored surfaces, almost entirely satisfied. Almost, for the man who was paying for the dress and the alcohol had yet to arrive. Kiara dreaded lateness in others almost as fiercely as she defended it in herself, and she was getting bored of waiting for the ghastly old fuck.

It was by then that her hope arrived. Not in the form of her companion, likely held up in some ministry meeting as he often was, but in that of a familiar face she saw drift by.

“Now, I simply won’t endure a no.” She shot a venomous, taunting smile upwards, hoping to catch them off guard. “Merlin knows I don’t care to make a habit out of buying people drinks, but you look like you’re in dire need of one.” The motion of her arm towards the chair in front of her held an almost predatory grace. Kiara didn’t want company. She never did. What she wanted was a captive audience. “What’s your poison?”

#thesacred:starter

halfnott-blog

Location: Opaleye Cafe Date: August 1st, 1978. Late Morning. Status: Open

She’d been spending most of the morning with a list of wedding prep -stolen from her mother’s desk- hidden in a copy of ‘A Hairy Heart: A Guide to Wizards Who Won’t Commit’ as she enjoyed brunch away from the Nott Estate. The book had been a joke gift from one of her friends from school in celebration of her engagement, and Ava had only read a few pages for a laugh as she enjoyed a cup of tea and a small plate of breakfast. She was compelled to remain a decent figure because it was only going to be so long before the wedding.

Luckily she always had the excuse of not having the wedding dress done, as she refused to wear anything not up to her exacting standards when it came to formal wear. Plus she was having fun sewing something up that would be just hers. Her own brain-child, from beginning to end.

Ava was contemplating the tea leaves in the bottom of her cup when she heard someone sit across from her. “Perfect, I am in desperate need of an opinion.” She smiled and turned the cup in her hands so her guest could see the tea leaves. “Right there at the bottom, what do you think that looks like? I just simply can’t tell.”

kiarashafiq-blog

The honey ran down her chin, scooped up and cleaned with a finger soon enough. Kiara didn’t believe in moderation. The plate before her testified to it, almost entirely relieved of the most decadent looking crêpe she had seen been able to order. You either abstained or devoured.

Only once she had cleaned her plate did Kiara return her attention to the room around her, openly smirking at the title of what a young woman was reading nearby. She was even more amused by the sight of little Nott’s familiar face hovering above it. Yes, Kiara remembered, the little thing was getting married.

She pushed her plate away, soon walking towards the girl and usurping the seat in front of her with an almost predatory resolve. Kiara pitied the brides with the same intensity with which she envied them. It was enough to cancel out the sympathy, to make her happy for the rotten deal in which the foolish fucking hens were about to willingly enter. What was there to losing your money, your name and your soul for the sake of a man?

“What a lovely coincidence. I happen to have plenty of those.” Though divination had always bored her, Kiara stretched her greedy hands towards the cup. “Hmm, I would say it looks… like a key. Don’t tell me you’re the sort of girl who recovers some old fondness for divination just before her wedding?”

#ava nott;#location: opaleye cafe;

Luna Lovegood

“Women of my stationhave a great fondness for pretenses and masks and covering the rotten scent ofshit with perfume. I don’t. I bark and I bite. If I’m angry, you’llknow. Everybody is obsessed with control, and there are things about me that Iwon’t control. I don’t have to. What’s the point of having money and goodbreeding if you have to act like a scared plebian, following the rules?”

#Anonymous #questions;#feral hear (headcanons);

Harry Potter, Neville Longbottom

Harry Potter

Kiara raised herleft hand to the light, exposing a multitude of little scars across her bonyfingers and wrist. “Not a pretty sight, are they? I punched through a windowwhen I was a girl. Sixteen or some other rotten age.” She took her wand withher other hand and pressed it against the scarred skin, rendering itmisleadingly spotless. “And they said we’d never have use for charms outsideHogwarts.”

Neville Longbottom

“My first word was ‘mother’.I sad it to my house elf, Arpy, who I continued to call mother for about three years.My aunts would laugh about it and I’d get very angry and throw a tantrum.”

#made-of-flint #questions;#feral heart (headcanons);

Harry Potter Character Asks

Harry Potter: Tell us about a scar on your body

Hermione Granger: What is your favorite book, how many times have you read it, and why do you love it?

Ron Weasley: Something you're afraid of?

Luna Lovegood: One thing that makes you different from everyone else.

Fred Weasley: Can you do any magic tricks? What is the best one you can do? If you can't do any, what's the best one you've seen?

George Weasley: What is the best prank you've ever played on someone?

Neville Longbottom: Tell us an embarrassing story.

Narcissa Malfoy: Do you have a good relationship with your family? Who are you closest to?

Voldemort: If you were to create a Horcrux(s), what would it be and why?

Bellatrix Lestrange: Have you ever loved someone who could never love you back?

Ginny Weasley: Have you ever been in love with an unexpected person?

Hedwig: If you went to Hogwarts, what kind of pet would you bring? (ex: cat, owl, rat, frog)

Draco Malfoy: Is it better to be feared or to be loved?

Rubeus Hagrid: What is your favorite mystical creature?

Dolores Umbridge: Make a list of rules that your family (or whoever you choose) would have to follow if you made the rules.

Lucius Malfoy: What is your most prized possession?

Molly Weasley: What is the proudest moment of your life?

Dobby: Who are you most loyal to?

Sirius Black: Have you ever been accused of doing something you didn't do?

Argus Filch: What's the worst job you've ever had?

Dudley Dursley: How many presents do you usually receive on your birthday?

Peter Pettigrew: Are you a leader or a follower?

Cedric Diggory: Have you ever had a near death experience?

Albus Dumbledore: What is the greatest obstacle you have ever overcome in your life?

Minerva McGonagall: What is your favorite spell?

Severus Snape: Are you a trustworthy person?

Remus Lupin: If you transform into any one animal or creature, which one would it be?

Uncle Vernon: What is your favorite day of the week?

Mad Eye Moody: Who is the bravest person you know?

Arthur Weasley: What do you think is the best "muggle" invention?

Professor Sprout: What is your favourite class that is offered at Hogwarts?

Nymphadora Tonks: If you could change one thing about your appearance what would it be?

Moaning Mertile: What is something that always makes you cry?

James Potter: Would you risk your life to save someone you truly love?

Lily Potter: What color eyes do you have?

Professor Trelawney: Have you ever dreamt something was going to happen and then it happened?

Mr. Ollivander: What would your wand look like?

Lavender Brown: Who is the last person who texted and have you ever had a crush on them?

Cho Chang: If you were on the Quidditch team, what position would you play?

Aunt Petunia: What is your favorite flower?

#ask games;

letoiledechue

There was too much to process. Too much to think about after having kissed Emerson and realizing that there was a chance of her feelings toward him being reciprocated. The discovery was hard to handle since he considered her as his closest friend. Not to mention having royally screwed everything up by snogging his closest friends.

In doing so, there was a risk of ruining one or both friendships. The very thought left his stomach in knots. Henry was uncertain of what to do in regards to it. He didn’t really have people to talk to and he certainly couldn’t open up to his teammates or the other purebloods since it came with the chance of the media going wild with running a story about it.

Henry decided going for a run through a few of the muggle streets around Diagon Alley was the best way to get rid of the stress he was feeling. Clearing his mind was always easiest when he went running. He enjoyed pushing himself and usually didn’t stop until the ache in his muscles threatened to become too much.

Once through, Henry settled at the bar in the Leaky Cauldron, panting a little from after his run. “Water and a pumpkin juice please,” He murmured, eyebrows furrowing when the person beside him chuckled. “The tables are full. Leaving this as my last resort for having forgotten a water bottle.”

kiarashafiq-blog

For a while, Kiara only stared. Her grip on her newspaper faltered as she narrowed her eyes at the man. There was something off about Sayre, some strange breathiness that irritated her. She wondered whether he was feeling ill, only to realize that he had likely been running. The realization only irked her further. She disapproved of people who held those muggle habits.

At last she managed a strained, sharp smile, like a spider greeting its prey. An American quidditch player. Merlin help her. But she supposed it was better than her copy of the Prophet. The parade of stories of missing children and political fanatics was becoming rather tedious.

“Rather irresponsible for an athlete, don’t you think?” She led her glass to her lips, not bothering to disguise the fact that she was having firewhisky in broad daylight. “By all means, you’re only distracting me from the utter dullness of today’s newspaper. I should have bought Witch Weekly. At least they don’t pretend to be burdened by some obligation to the truth. And the faces are much prettier.”