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afortescute:

alice tugged at her dress nervously, helplessly trying to occupy herself with anything to get her mind off of the evening’s event. she’d been looking forward to the valentine’s day ball for weeks now and it was sadly not going as she’d expected. with a soft sigh, the brunette wandered off towards the refreshments table, pouring herself a drink and scanning the crowd for a friendly face.

kitty was lingering by the tables all off to the side for as long as she could; balls were never really her forte, everything sparkling and polished. the refreshments table was the same as it was at any event, though; the refreshments table was her friend. when alice --- another friend --- came over, kitty knew she’d have to manage a small smile. she tried, voice a wavering thing. “ you look nice. good to see you. “

#(c.)#(c┊alice.)#(e┊valentines day ball.)

kitty abbott ------------ valentine’s day ball attire

#(image.)#(i┊wardrobe.)#(e┊valentines day ball.)#perhaps the nicest she's looked in ten years

pandoradvies:

the whispers throughout the day were not unusual to pandora, as she was normally the focus of a long bout of staring games and confused gossips. these days some of them weren’t just about her experiments anymore, some were about her role in the musical. some questioned what she did to get it. she ignored the whispers and words on most good days, and blocked everything out on exceptional days. however, it was hard for anyone to ignore words when they’re stopped in the corridors and told directly that they have been summoned. climbing up the final steps of the astronomy tower, she spotted who she was looking for. she didn’t know kitty very well apart from the occasional greeting and smile in classrooms or the great hall, so she was more than curious as to what this was about. the hufflepuff didn’t look very happy, but out of habit pandora kept herself calm and kind. at the greeting, she offered a warm smile. “kitty, hi. what’s wrong?”

kitty folded her fingers together in front of her, twisting and knotting them as she tried to think of something to say. she needed to do this, but she wanted to do it as the new kitty, the one who actually thought about her words before she opened her stupid mouth; this was not a situation she wanted to fuck up, as much as it was a situation she wished she wasn’t dealing with at all.

the only problem was that she didn’t think there was any version of kitty that existed that would know what to do in this situation. who would? the folded letter her brother had first sent her was kept neatly in her pocket, in case it came down to the wire and she still had nothing to say. she shrugged her shoulders higher, tried for a tight smile pandora’s way. tried making it genuine. “ oh, well. I don’t know if --- ah, wrong might not be the right word. “ kitty shrugged and looked away from pandora for a handful of seconds, a slightly nervous laugh hiding on the edge of her next exhalation. “ we just really need to talk. and I don’t really know how to start, but we have to. do you ... are you close with your family? “

#(c.)#(c┊pandora.)#i love it #kitty WOULD be that extra tbh #she's being that extra rn

tommcs:

a finger tapped against his chin in a pensive motion as a look of revelation danced delightfully . “ you know ? - - now that i think about it . i’d probably name my kid OLIVER . yeah , yeah ! that’s a good name . ” lips smacked and curved upwards for he felt a sense of pride & just like that everything was purple . and almost immediately chocolate hues met another pair of … inquisitive eyes .

“ what about Y O U ? ”

kitty wrinkled her nose, unable to help the small reaction. she cupped her chin in her hand, using the hold on the bottom of her face to keep any other reactions at bay as best she could, though lord knew she was bad at it. “ I don’t want any kids in the first place, “ she admitted, voice syrup slow and a touch too soft. she cleared her throat, tried for a nervous smile. “ ah, not that oliver’s a bad name. but I’d rather just be an aunt than have to think about this stuff. “

#(c.)#(c┊tomas.)

aluhstor:

“ i prefer the term classic. it’s a classic fruit. it’s not desperately trying to impress the other fruit like some … pathetic brute. ” he arched his brow as if whatever he had just said made sense. he knew his reputation and oftentimes he would push the limits to see how far he could go with people still believing he was serious. “ it seems i’ve unintentionally rhymed. ”

“ sounds like a personal problem, ” he gave in monotone, shuffling through the door as he began looking around for the necessary ingredients. “ dada dreams, ” he corrected. “ dreaming about class and schoolwork. ” he paused, huffing to himself before turning around to face her, a giant bowl in his hand as he pointed with it in her direction. “ are you going to give me shit about this all day ? because i’m almost inclined to let you cook for me instead. ”

“ things can be both boring and classic, “ kitty argued, voice soft. she wasn’t sure why she was still pushing the point long after the conversation stopped making sense. she shrugged, not quite giving in. “ like, my grandmother. and you. “ she glanced sideways at alastor, opened her mouth. closed it. but she didn’t want to piss him off, or say the wrong thing, so --- “ you did rhyme. do you do it ... all the time? “

kitty looked after him in the kitchen, equal parts unsure and amused that this was actually happening. “ I mean, problems can’t get more personal than dreams, “ kitty conceded with a shrug, before walking deeper into the kitchen towards him. “ but you asked about them, so ... no, still a personal problem, I guess. but I’ll stop giving you shit. sorry. “ kitty bit her lip and tapped her fingers on the counter, still uncertain. “ I could cook, too. but I’d never make red velvet. maybe a grilled cheese? it’s not cake, but still good. “

#(c.)#(c┊alastor.)

afortescute:

“you know me, always happy to help. especially when its for the benefit of my friends. so, go on then, tell me everything what have i missed? what have you been holding out on, your life must be infinitely more interesting than mine.”

“ well, in that case, “ kitty joked. “ but seriously, thank you. I’m trying this new thing where I don’t stumble on everything. but I wish I had any sort of news to share in return!! I’m afraid I’ve been nothing but proper and boring lately. “

#(c.)#(c┊alice.)#joke's on kitty tbh #things are abt to get very not proper and boring

@pandoradvies

“ we need to talk, “ kitty said to the open air, waiting, and not quite pacing. she wasn’t sure if pandora would have gotten the message that she wanted to meet; kitty had only sent it through the grapevine, after all, and the students here were less reliable than owls. but sending her owl after pandora almost made things feel too ... real. kitty had drafted a few hasty notes, handwriting a nervous scrawl, before giving in to word of mouth. maybe because she’d hoped it would fail. maybe because she’d hoped her brother’s letter had been a massive joke, and she was done being one of those. “ we need to talk, we need to ... “ kitty let herself trail off again; but this time she heard the echo of footsteps, and she swallowed heavy. “ hi. pandora. “ her voice was small and words short.

#(c.)#(c┊pandora.)#skdfhslhg

mrlenemck:

“or persuasive. i think i’m pretty persuasive when i want to be. ah, not your cup of tea. we have that in common actually, i’m not an on stage kind of girl, i’m quite content with helping though. so i just volunteered to help with the on stage setup.”

“ well, better you than me, honestly. I’m good at working angles on susceptible people, but I’m not all that persuasive on my own. and I’m not really that handy. I’d have done more harm than good even behind the scenes. but good for you, for volunteering at all. “

#(c.)#(c┊marlene.)

afortescute:

“oh hush, you know i’m nothing if not honest. i’m alright, halfway decent at best. you’ve just got to learn to take an earnest compliment kitty dear. i’ll show you how it’s done in due time. so, how have you been i feel like i haven’t seen you in so long, that in itself is a crime.”

“ yeah, yeah. I know. I wasn’t calling you a liar, just ... offering up my truth right now. my truth says you’re a lifesaver for helping me out, so there. I can and will take a compliment that’s deserved! but we can focus on that lesson another time. because you’re right, and we most definitely need to catch up. “

#(c.)#(c┊alice.)

TO: Kitty Abbott

FROM: Arthur Weasley

NOTE:

I hope we won’t be those people who hate each other the rest of their lives because I did something stupid. I hope we can grow old and say we didn’t let grudges get the best of us. And I really hope you like flowers. Sorry I’m such an idiot.

Cheers

#(submission.)#(s┊carnations.)#ARTHUR #omg stop being nice to kitty #she doesn't respond to that shit like a normal human should #and does not deserve it when she's being petty #submission

ofceliaavery:

“He’s quick I have to stay, and he can definitely fly high enough to evade them. But thank you. Both Bertrand and I appreciate it.”

“ well, if you say so. sorry --- that came out different than I meant. I’m sure he’ll be fine, you know, I just. I don’t know. “

#(c.)#(c┊celia.)

mrlenemck:

“maybe we’ll just have to petition it. i’ll pull some strings. we’ll see franklongbottom prancing around in tights soon enough, i’ll see too it. any reason why you didn’t audition, seems fun enough.”

“ some people can be very persuadable --- could be no trouble at all, once you’ve set your mind to it, I guess. oh, um, no. not really? just didn’t seem my speed ... did you audition? “

#(c.)#(c┊marlene.)

afortescute:

“this is why you’re actually the best person at hogwarts. you can quote me on that, i’ll go on record to gush about how brilliant you are.”

“ please, now you’re just blowing smoke up my arse. clearly you’re actually the best person, taking pity with all this gushing. and threatening to go public, too! “

#(c.)#(c┊alice.)

caruhdoc:

“ FUN FACT: you’re not allowed to drop out. once you audition, JOKE OR NOT, you’ve sold your fuckin’ soul. ”

“ mcgonagall is gonna have a killer time fighting over it ‘cause i sold that shit a while ago. ”

“ somehow that doesn’t sound such a fun fact. but, um ... thanks for sharing anyway?? mcgonagall just doesn’t have a decent sense of humor --- “

“ I could have told you she’d pretend not to notice the joke, keep you shackled like it was an unbreakable vow. “

#(c.)#(c┊caradoc.)

FOR: Katherine Abbott

FROM: A ghost

NOTE: I wish we could run away together.

#(submission.)#(s┊carnations.)#<3 #submission

aluhstor:

“ i … don’t mind apples. ” he admitted, albeit hesitantly. while the boy didn’t necessarily hate them, it wasn’t like he ate them very often. “ doesn’t mean i want them as a dessert. it’s too much sweetness. a n a r c h y. ” he fought and ultimately failed to hide the smallest of smiles; barely visible, but there nonetheless

“ seems like you got away with most stuff here too. ” he spoke absently, not thinking of his words as he comfortably strolled toward the kitchen. “ you had me at rum. ” he chuckled lightly, shaking his head at the idea of an historically accurate pirate dream. “ that happens with stress. or so i’ve heard. ” reaching the entrance, he motioned for her to go in first, his eyes wandering over their surroundings to make sure they weren’t caught skipping class.

“ apples. only the most boring fruit, after pears, and ... I don’t know. figs. “ kitty shook her head. she didn’t really think there was much to be gleaned from someone’s favorite fruit, but somehow apples fit.

“ apple pie, “ kitty added, automatic. she hadn’t planned on bringing up any apple desserts, but, ‘ getting away ‘ felt like dangerous territory. pie was not. but she smiled, small and taut. not mean but not kind, and not happy. “ maybe. getting away with stuff’s easy. no one really looks. except yourself. “ she glanced at him, sideways, then made her way into the kitchens. “ rum dreams or pirate dreams or recurring dreams? I’m not stressed. “ that was automatic too. but she smiled something bigger, to cover. “ at least, I’m not stressed when I’m not facing down red velvet. “

#(c.)#(c┊alastor.)

sturgthatpod:

he shut his eyes to her protests, adjusting his shoulders comfortably and sighing with an all to satisfied smile. feigned, of course, because the floor was uncomfortable as HELL. he scrunched his nose before glancing up at her skeptically, “ is that so? because dilly-dallying looks an awful lot like STANDING from down here. ” patting the floor beside him, his lips twitched with bemusement “ now quit beig’ a pill and get down here. doing nothing alone looks ridiculous, and i’ll have none of it, abbott. “

kitty took in a breath, about to protest being called a pill, most likely, before deciding against it. there was always something about laying on the floor that felt like relief, childish as it may seem or look. it was appealing. so kitty rolled her eyes skyward before sinking down to the ground with as much appropriated grace as she could muster --- only to sprawl when she was close enough. “ hm. this does feel far less ridiculous to do it in a pair, I’ve got to say. or maybe that’s only because I’m finished be a pill and can bask in the activity. “

#(c.)#(c┊sturgis.)

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