When in doubt, just add glitter

Kizzie Wells. 5th year Hufflepuff. Halfblood. Prefect. Yeah, that's most likely me singing in the halls and leaving a glitter trail. "Wherever you go, no matter what the weather, always bring your own sunshine."

[thehelpfulgarrod-blog]

star light, star bright || flizzie

[thehelpfulgarrod-blog]

Fletcher turned around to face the voice, a smile of recognition on his face. “Jokes on you, all of these surfaces are padded. It will hurt, but at least I won’t break anything. I actually need my hands and feet for OWLs, you see.” He chuckled, looking at her. 

“Want me to come down? I actually had a really nice view of reflection.” At the comment about Evie, he froze a little. After his encounter with Randall, Fletcher was so unsure about things. He wasn’t sure where to begin with it though. “Nah, no pretty girls in my future, for sure.”

[kizziewells-blog]

“If you land on something padded and it still hurts, you’re doing something wrong,” she pointed out, looking up at him. Her eyebrows crinkled as she looked past him, wondering just what it was he could have been looking at at such a low angle. Worms digging into the dirt and bugs scuttling across blades of grass was her guess. Granted, Fletcher had height on her so he could probably see more than she could.

“You can stay up there if you want, just...when you come down do it safely. I don’t think your aunt wants to worry about patching you up in between all the OWL studiers who had a mishap.” Her eyes briefly lifted up towards the ceiling and she said with a teasing smile, “Well that’s a lie considering this one plans on sticking around.” She pointed to herself. “And even then you’re being a bit hard on yourself, I think. What brought you up there anyway? Contemplating the meaning of life?”

[livewithliamlumley-blog]

The boy was still dressed in his Quidditch robes, covered in dirt from head to toe after miscalculating a throw a falling off his broom near the ground. “I’m just glad it wasn’t my nose, yah? My tolerance for pain is embarrassingly low.” Liam’s face turned a light tint of pink as he spoke. 

[kizziewells-blog]

“Nothing Madame Snyder would be able to fix in a jiff,” Kizzie pointed out. “It’s painless too! Just kinda feels like somsone’s running warm water over your nose and voila! Though those bludger hits were really good, this match. You probably would’ve lost your entire nose if you got hit by one of ‘em. You lost must’ve been practicing hard to avoid ‘em.”

[thehelpfulgarrod-blog]

star light, star bright || flizzie

@kizziewells

Up by the edge, Fletcher contemplated a lot of things. There were a lot of things on his mind, a beautiful confusion just rushing through the noggin.

Donald and Anette were sitting beside him, snuggling as sleep settled in their minds. Sitting at the edge of the window of the common room, Fletcher was craving more than the company of his furry friends.

He wanted human company.

[kizziewells-blog]

With fragmented potion recipes floating around in Kizzie’s head, she trudged her way back into the common room. The scent of stale paper and dust wafting around the library had made her head hurt and she took that as a sign to quit studying for the night.

She had barely walked into the common room when she spotted a  body up in the rounded window. her head briefly tilted to the side and then she sighed. “For someone who’s chronically accident prone you’d think you’d learn not to sit all the way up there,” she commented lightly while approaching. “Anything interesting catch your eye? A pretty little Gryffindor girl, perhaps?”

[kizziewells-blog]

“So the match was pretty intense, wasn’t it? I think there was only one nose as a casualty this time. That must be some sort of record.” 

[paramoreisoureverything]

[misspandoracharm]

Moonlit Whispers

[misspandoracharm]

“Neither would I. I would never sacrifice the brain power.” Evie supposed she had been subconsciously fishing for reassurance, but that’s just because no one offered it to her yet.  She appreciated her being so forward in stating they were definite friends. It was a nice change of pace considering most of her relationships were a bit ambiguous at the moment, what with Mum and Sam.

She offered a small smile at her apology, which quickly turned into a smirk to cover herself. Her feet turned so that she was walking backwards and facing Kizzie. “You didn’t offend me. I was just thinking: I’m. Not. Perfect. I bet a lot of people think I am, what with that perfect facade I put on.” Her head snapped toward Kizzie in a moment of realization. “For example: When I was in kindergarden, I received detention for trying to bite off a bully’s ear because I wanted to ‘see what a piece of rubbish tastes like.’” She cackled in a psychotic way. “And my mum and I ate ramen for every meal 97 days in a row one summer because I didn’t have a free lunch at school, so we didn’t have any money for ‘fine dining.’”

Her eyes welled, glistening in the moonlight. “I mean, our ‘holiday’ would be going to MacDonald’s, and I would get the Happy Meal toy.” Her voice cracked, similar to the stone around her. “I mean, we had literally nothing, I pissed her off every time the headmaster called her at work, we lived in a neighbourhood that you couldn’t go out in after 8 pm or you’d be ‘asking for trouble,’ but we were a family.” Her lungs inhaled deeply, desperate for air. Her mind willed itself not to cry, but her heart ached for its release. The mind won out in the head, as usual. “Looks like the moon is messing with my mind. I must be a werewolf or something,” she sighed, trying to brush off her outburst as well as she could.

[kizziewells-blog]

Kizzie’s initial smile at Evie’s comments steadily faded the longer Evie spoke and was finally replaced with a soft, concerned expression that made her eyes scrunch up and her eyebrows furrow. Evie’s words landed hard on her heart, making it squeeze painfully as she imagined a little Evie traversing through a world that seemed to have it out for her while she, in comparison, lived comfortably. She understood that not everyone’s life worked out the same way, like some blueprint that everyone had access to, but if there was one person in the world she felt deserved that sort of relief it was Evie.

Evie’s werewolf comment allowed the strain Kizzie was feeling to break a she let a little laugh slip past the line-thin barrier she had made with her mouth. She shook her head, looked Evie in the eye and said very clearly, “You’re so stupid.” She increased her walking pace enough to lunge forward and wrap Evie in the tightest hug she could muster. When she finally pulled away a few moments later she did so just to create enough space to grasp Evie’s hands and give them a squeeze. “Ev, if you’re anything you’re human. As much as you don’t seem to want to believe that. You feel and get hurt and get upset and that’s okay. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. It doesn't make me like you any less and it shouldn’t make you like yourself any less either.”

[kizziewells-blog]

I Go Blind // Liam & Kizzie

[kizziewells-blog]

; sulivewithliamlumley:

From the tips of his brunette hair to the solid wall of bones that made up his ankles, Liam was unmistakably sweaty. From a young age, the Hufflepuff’s glands had been a source of embarrassment for him, breaking a sweat from the easiest of activities. He found himself catching his breath near a food table, deciding whether or not he should form a team for tug-o-war. His fellow badger, Kizzie, he could see coming out of the corner of his eye.

“A bit distracted this afternoon, huh? O’course you can sit there, Kizzie.” Liam patted the empty wooden bench spot next to him and grinned, squinting his eyes catching sunlight. “The lakes not a bad idea, I’m surprised they didn’t come up with an activity for it. Probably worried the younger kids will mess around with the squid. Wouldn’t want to frighten to gentle giant, nope.”

"You say that like you don’t know how easy it is for me to get distracted,” Kizzie commented as she sat down. She balanced her plate on her lap and let out a long breath, looking out across the vast rolling greens that were covered with people running around, playing games, or sitting and basking in the beautiful weather. She made a mental note to take pictures of the sights for the next photography club meeting.

“Oh, the squid’s not that bad, really! Very helpful little thing. Well, not little little. But I do get your point, the first years would probably try and find a way to...I don’t know, play jump rope with its tentacles.” She laughed a little at the image and shook her head. “You look as if you’ve been through the wringer. How may events have you done so far? I’m surprised you’re not sunburned yet.” She picked up a cookie off her plate, broke it in half, and held one side out to him.

[luckyshreya-blog]

pairs of us [ shreya&kizzie ]

Shreya was on the guitar again, practising her chords. A guitar was cool, it was more or less an instrument that came with it’s own back up band, in Shreya’s mind. Tapping on the side, she thought of a song to play. And so she decided to play Simple Plan. It had been so long since she had heard the song, but the guitar riffs were still in her mind, and so she gave it a go.

If misery loves company, then so long, you’ll miss me when I’m gone.

Yeah right, no. With half the castle in such a tensed knot, that song wasn’t going to do. Maybe instead she would sing something for cheerful. Another Muggle song? Or maybe one from Whorcruxes? She did like their new album, although the lead singer’s voice was too high pitched for her liking. In her contemplation, she missed the passing student. Raising a hand in a wave, the Slytherin smiled in recognition.

“Hey Kizzie!”

[kizziewells-blog]

Kizzie nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard someone calling her name. Anyone else wanting her attention she would have been fine but the fact that it was the voice she was dreading made her muscles tense and her breath catch in her throat. It wasn’t that she was avoiding Shreya, she just hadn’t been going out of her way to speak with the girl. She was aware of it but then she still couldn’t stop herself because, frankly, she hated that their friendship had a black cloud stuck over it. That they were tethered together in an eternal unfortunate circumstance because they happened to be the ones to find Rose.

Everyone else seemed to be able to move on in some degree and every time she thought she was getting better it would all come rushing back. Going to Snyder for therapy of sorts helped but she couldn’t keep Snyder in her pocket with her and carry her around whenever her anxiety sky-rocketed. Putting on a brave face was becoming harder as the days went on. She, in turn, kept her focus on the summer vacation coming up soon where she could maybe, finally, escape the tight hold Hogwarts had on her lately. But maybe it was easier than that, easier than trudging on. Maybe all she had to do was talk to Shreya, like Snyder had suggested months ago. Maybe...

Letting out a breath, Kizzie turned on her heel and stopped in the door way of the music room. She frowned. She’d been neglecting Chelsea and her music clubs in general. Her art, in comparison, had never been better with all the time she dedicated to it recently; to be able to paint the words she had trouble expressing was a blessing in disguise. Her mark had never been higher.

“Hey Shreya,” she greeted after a moments pause. “What’s up?” Yeah, that was a safe greeting. Going with the generic How are you? probably was a bad idea. She bet Shreya heard it enough anyway. “Planning on serenading some lucky bloke?”

[thecandykingflume]

He backed away easily from her flailing arms, a sweet smug look on his face. “Don’t sell yourself short, there, Kiz!” His hands reached up to rest gently on his heart. “You flatter me with your words, but me providing your fix does help, right?”

[kizziewells-blog]

“I guess I should take it as some sort of a compliment that you think I could be sneaky,” she conceded with a sigh. At his question she nodded her head rapidly, “Of course, of course! Saves me from having to go into Hogsmeade sometimes and it can immediately turn my mood around. Not a lot of people have that power, you should use it wisely.”

[cam-elliot-blog]

“Oh, Kizzie, my sweet, perceptive little Red Vine.” Cam sighed pointedly as he looked out at the cup-stacking tables. “You’ve caught me. I simply don’t like this dreadful agility test.”

[kizziewells-blog]

“Oh it’s not so bad, is it? It’s just about anticipating your next placement. There’s a simple pattern to follow.” She rested her elbows on the table and leaned closer to whisper wiht a teasing smile, “Or is it just ‘cause you’re so bad?” Raising her voice back to normal volume she continued, “Don’t play a lot of muggle games, huh?”

[thecandykingflume]

“I can protect myself just fine against the first years. It’s the sneaky Kizzies I have to worry about.” As he said her name, he playfully tickled her side. “Maybe I should just leave booby traps set with candy. That’ll keep you off my tail.”

[kizziewells-blog]

She let out a little shriek that quickly dissolved into giggles when he tickled her. she bent to the side to get away from his hand and swatted at him. “Little ol’ me? I’m hardly one to be on the look out for. I’m offended! Can’t believe you’d say such a thing. You know I love you for more than you indulging my sweet tooth.” 

[lux-klausen]

Lux blinked, laughing easily after a moment. “How did I not notice that? Maybe because I didn’t want to notice.” Despite his jokes that he was going to keep the puff forever, he had the same feeling about pets that he did about children- they were cool as long as he could give them back to their caretakers when the responsibility got overwhelming. He glanced towards the kitchen tapestry with a grin. “It does seem to be the pet gathering place- though it’s normally cats.” Lux disliked cats. They weirded him out. 

[kizziewells-blog]

“Well, it’s super tiny and only fits on her leg. I tried to put it over her head but she didn’t like that.” Kizzie ruffled Peaches’ hair and glanced up at him. “Of all things for the castle to allow it should be dogs. Dogs are friendlier and more fun to cuddle and they won’t scratch the ever-loving life out of you just for touching it.” She regarded him. “You should get one. A puff, not a dog since they don’t allow ‘em. They very low maintenance.”

[stevie-hopper-blog]

“No, not really, they all look the same, and Slytherin.”

[kizziewells-blog]

Kizzie pursed her lips and then switched to blowing a raspberry. “Fine. Thanks, that information’s better than nothing. In the future if you do see a pink fluff ball could you check for me please? If something happens to her I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself.”

[thecandykingflume]

“You’re killin me, Fizz.”

[kizziewells-blog]

Her smile faltered briefly at his word choice but it came back a second later as she shrugged. “I gotta keep you on your toes, Angel. Or else all the little first years will get you down to your knees for your candy hook-up. I’m doing you a favor. You’re welcome.”

[ned-moseley-blog]

Ned pursed his lips into a smile. “Frankly, I think we could use the extra eyeball.” Then, his face lit up like an alarm. He didn’t mean that in a derogatory sense, and he was thankful Kizzie hadn’t appeared to be immediately offended. It was a relief, he didn’t need to go all… twitchy. Clearing his throat rather loudly, Ned took a moment to prepare an answer. “You know you’re, er… You’re very colourful.” That was decent. “And your hair has got… colours—a… colour.” That was not that great. “What I mean to say is, your hair is… warm. Like you. You’re warm. Person. You’re a warm person. Stop me, please, I’m dying here.“

There was a stark difference between when the Hufflepuff had rambled, and the Gryffindor had rambled. Kizzie was a tornado. She picked up and hurled off trains of thoughts across the landscape. You couldn’t miss her. Ned was a geriatric pensioner, who spilt his groceries on the sidewalk. It’s so painful to watch him put each orange back in the paper bag. “Yes, it’s very cool,” Ned grinned finally,” I do get to hear a lot of war stories, from back in the day. They can’t talk about some of the current cases they’ve been working on, since those are extremely sensitive. But, yes, I’m proud of the work my family does. They stop the bad guys.“ He felt a little silly, saying that. But, isn’t that exactly what they do? “So, you don’t use your wand at all at home? That must be hard. I don’t think I could stop. Luckily, my parents prefer it if I keep practicing magic. I’ve had quite a few letters from your father’s office over the years. None too serious though.”

Couldn’t be good for the puff either, but Ned wasn’t going to argue. Instead, he merely remained ansty. If his cat was where he considered she might be, then he was a terrible owner. He stared blankly at Kizzie. He didn’t want to say anything, he wanted to find his cat. Surely, she would be curled up underneath a basket of dirty clothes somewhere but chances couldn’t be made. Not when she often come to his dorm with a dead mouse in her mouth. “Okay, okay—” he nodded, as he was dragged out of the room. “We should start in the laundry. She’s likes to be around the house elves.”

[kizziewells-blog]

She pressed her lips together to keep from laughing at Ned’s rambling. She didn’t want him to think she was laughing or rebuffing what he said. Because she wasn’t, she was more or less finding amusement in his tightly wound ball of nerves and backpedaling. Almost as if he were afraid to insult her. It was a hard thing to do, really! She could find the bright side to any amount of teasing or jokes but his concern despite it was appreciated. And what he said, despite being a little silly, was nice and sweet and something she needed to hear, though she didn’t realize it until that very moment. You’re a warm person; it would sound a little cheesy coming from someone else but him.

She twisted her mouth to the side, breaking up her smile as she pulled him out of the room. “Oh you were doing fine. Rather than dying you were more at...car wreck levels. To answer you question, no. I’m not allowed. As soon as I return home my wand is under lock and key. I can read the books and study but any magic I attempt is under strict supervision.” She shrugged. “It used to bother me, but not so much anymore. I have art and music and photography to keep me busy, which tends to work out. I get my best work done over the summers.” At the mention of receiving letters from her dad she made a face and said, “I apologize on behalf of him. He’s trying to run a tight ship, and I get it, but sometimes he needs to take a chill pill.”

She nodded her head. “Laundry room, got it. Hopefully she’s not mistaken for a ball of lint.” She eased her frantic gait to a walk so as not to have Ned trailing behind her the entire way. “So Ned, do you want to be an Auror too? Or are you going for a different career path?”

[misspandoracharm]

Moonlit Whispers

[misspandoracharm]

Evie shivered at the thought of a first year boy’s brain and whispered, “Blimey. Think of the unexpected stiffeys you’d get. You’re just minding your own business in the common room, then BAM! A proper boner literally pops up on you.” Evie shrugged and admitted, “Yeah, that too. All of the testosterone. Plus, I’m an aggressive enough person already.” A cool breeze passed through the corridor that gave Evie a bigger chill than it should have. She pulled her cloak tighter discreetly so Kizzie wouldn’t notice. She was already scrutinizing her enough today. “Yeah, well, it’s not like anyone would bother to come and stop me. It’d be quite the show”

Evie just pressed her lips into a thin line and nodded slightly in defeat. Unexpectedly, Fletch’s voice popped into her head from their conversation the other day, reminding her that she was in fact a part of the ‘family’ with him and Kizzie and everyone else. It was all in their hearts. She had believed him then and been so happy to hear that, but now she was afraid of it. Her strong suit did not lay in being a member of a family; it lay in marching to the beat of her own drum and causing havoc. Evie became so suffocated in her own thoughts she didn’t even realize Kizzie had been talking. She released, exasperated, “Do you know that I’m actually not perfect?”

[kizziewells-blog]

“I don’t think unexpected stiffys are exclusive to first years,” Kizzie laughed. It ended in a sigh as she muttered, “It must be so tough being a guy sometimes. I don’t think I’d ever want to be one.” Kizzie’s eyebrows raised and a mock offended expression appeared on her face. “Show or not, maybe not just anyone would stop you but someone would.” She pointed to herself as she spoke. “If this is your way of trying to put little feelers out about where we stand, it wasn’t necessary. You weren’t a dick to me when we first really talked so you’re good in my books. Not that you are a dick, but you get my point. My friendship is pretty cheap to buy, actually.”

She had been in the middle of blowing another bubble at Evie’s outburst. Turning her inquisitive gave to her fellow fifth year, she pressed her lips together to seal off the bubble and let it float off into the air. She stopped walking, her eyes squinting ever so slightly as she studied Evie. The frustration in her friend’s voice surprised her and then made her feel a little sick with guilt. Clearly she had crossed a line; she mentally kicked herself for taking her joking too far. That wasn’t like her.

She licked her bottom lip, twisted her mouth to the side, and said with a tender tone naturally attaching to her words, “I know that, Ev. I never implied that you were. Teased maybe but...” she sighed. “Take it from me, I know people aren’t perfect. I’ve made some stupid mistakes myself in the past.” She shook her head. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have poked fun at you so much. I should have known it would bother you. I just...didn’t realize how much, I guess. Are...are you sure you’re okay?”

[kizziewells-blog]

I Go Blind // Liam & Kizzie

Heaving a sigh, Kizzie turned away from the Tug-o-War match with a small smile on her face. Her fingers hurt and her palms burned from pulling on the rope but it didn’t displace the smile on her face. Whoever came up with the idea of a Field day at Hogwarts was a genius. It was just the sort of relaxation they needed before examinations came through. And what better way to let off some steam than with a little bit of competition that everyone could enjoy?

She made a beeline for the table piled high with food, courtesy of the house elves, and took a moment to stack anything that caught her eye on her plate. She balanced it in her palm as she then looked around the grounds for a place to sit. Spotting Liam sitting not too far away, she made a beeline for him. “Hey, is it okay if I sit here?” she asked, looking down at him. “Tugging on a rope all morning sure makes a girl hungry. I kinda wish they had a swimming event so we could all cool off.” She briefly glanced at the Black Lake, the small lapping waves practically beckoning her. “Though, they never really said we couldn’t...” She shook her head. “Sorry. So, yeah, can I sit?”