𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 / 𝖉𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖔𝖗𝖞 !

eleanor diggory / hufflepuff / magizoologist loved by blossom dependent to 𝒏𝒐𝒙𝒕𝒎𝒔

[lildiggory]

𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐑 " 𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 " 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐃𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 : 

she / he / they + twenty-four + hufflepuff .

ariadne beatrice carrow bio ( nellie’s mum ) !

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intro ( abridged ) !

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timeline !

RP MAIN .

[petriichvrs]

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:  the white wyvern, knockturn alley  ! 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆:  @lildiggory​​  !

“oi, scoot over-” first, she slides the drinks that she’s returned with onto the permanently sticky table that she and nellie had commandeered earlier that evening, making sure not to spill a single drop ( though she’s not sure that would be such a loss ; they look like two close estimations of the same fruity cocktail she asked for, but ginny’s not ENTIRELY sure the bartender of the wyvern had understood the assignment ). then, she uses her elbow to jostle the other along the unsteady bench until there’s just enough room for her fall down at their side. she makes sure to sit with her whole body twisted in their direction from the outset, all the better to talk shit in hushed tones about the grimy old man she’d encountered at the bar. “don’t look now-” she starts, knowing full well they’re going to take the first opportunity to glance over her shoulder no matter what she says to stop them, “but the guy in the middle - the one with the toupee - has asked me to ask you how we feel about heading back to his place and having ‘a bit of fun’. honestly, i thought he was JOKING…- but he told me to pass on that he’s more than happy to wear the maid costume, if neither of us want to.” 

[lildiggory]

“ oh, oh, oh ! “ nellie replies with a smile she reserved only for her closest friends, scooting to the side and nicking one of the drinks at the same time, wrapping her mouth around the straw and taking a greedy drink, before furrowing her brow at the sure amount of grenadine she could taste. she wasn’t drinking it for the taste, anyway, but rather as a way to make the evening slightly more tolerable. she looks under her lashes at ginny, hearing only the words ‘ don’t look now ‘ before straightening up to her full height and immediately searching for the man she was speaking of. UNFORTUNATELY, they make eye contact, and the said man gives her a drawn-out wink, and nellie finds herself shrinking back down rather quickly. “ why does it have to always be the one with the toupee ? “ she asks, rather arbitrarily, and without real meaning ― was nellie often running into men with toupees who invite them back to their place ? or was she trying to make a joke ? the world may never know. “ oh, merlin, i’d really like to see him in a maid costume, wouldn’t you ? “ she asks, so very seriously. “ do you think he’d wear the gloves and headpiece, too ? GINNY, I DON’T KNOW IF I CAN DENY HIM, NOT WITH THAT PROPOSITION. “ it was almost too good.

[sirkayleeofcamelot]

*becomes a knight strictly because the local bard is cute, and I want him to write songs about me*

[petriichvrs]

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:   diagon alley   ! 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆:   @lildiggory​​  !

“would you like to be my plus one for percy’s birthday?” comes a normal enough question, asked awfully casually by someone who’s currently got their head stuck in an oversized bargain barrel of garishly disgusting dresses and shows NO sign of emerging any time soon. ginny didn’t have to frequent this particular second hand store, anymore, and certainly had the funds to go elsewhere - but most of the fun comes from searching it in entirety with nellie at her side, and she takes real enjoyment out of finding the worst of the worst and asking the others OPINION. "i promise i’ll put back the neon leg warmers if you say yes,” she sing songs, emerging from the barrel with a floral patterned dress in an unflattering color gripped in hand, “the power to stop my future self from making a huge mistake is in your hands, nell.” 

[lildiggory]

“ do i ? “ that is a genuine question, not a sarcastic remark. nellie doesn’t know whether she wants to go. she loves the weasleys ( ginny being her obvious favorite ), but they go so hard. it’s a toll on her body to keep up with it all. her gasp as the absolutely garish piece of clothing appear is a blood-curdling thing. “ you cannot do this to me, “ she tells her, entirely seriously. “ manipulating my sense of fashion ? i thought you were better than this. “ nellie isn’t pretentious, alright, but she was raised in a pretentious household. she knew how to dress herself at a young age, and takes a lot of pride in that. she does the same to the people around her. “ those are just so vile. this is unspeakable. “

[lildiggory]

I don’t remember us being so happy. The words hurt perhaps a little more than they should. Though they’d grown up in the same house, Josie and Nellie had vastly different experiences of childhood – though, looking back on it, her youth had been happy ( the problems that had once consumed her now seemed so small in comparison to what she had been through since, to the problems that still lay on the horizon ), this place also held a feeling of loneliness that Josie had been running from ever since. It was difficult to look back on photos of her childhood now – to separate the bad memories from the good, to not view every moment with the tinge of sorrow that painted everything. “Neither did I…” She says, “I’m glad she did, though. I’d like to make copies for myself. D’you think mum would mind?”

“ if we breathed near a word that mum can interpret as sibling bonding, i’m sure she’ll be beyond the moon, “ she assured quietly. nellie doesn’t mention the fact that she’d like some for herself, and maybe that is part of what separates her from josie. everything about josie has always, to nellie, been gentle, but nel has spent the last so many years of her life dedicated to been seen as anything but gentle. she can’t fathom it. can’t allow herself that, not anymore. she always knew that josie was better than her in that way. “ they keep going, too, “ turning of pages continues and more memories are revealed.

[lildiggory]

IF SHE WAS BEING HONEST, cleaning out the attic of the Diggory family home was not what Josie would prefer to be spending her day doing – she could have pulled out any number of excuses to get herself out of the chore – and yet, when her mother had asked, she hadn’t resorted to any of them. Instead, she’d quietly acquiesced and accompanied Nellie with little argument – perhaps she felt she owed it to her mother, it had been some time since she’d last managed a call home. Her eyes track from the ancient photos she’d been going through to the book Nellie holds at their words – lips instantly quirking into a soft smile at the sight of their old photos. “We were so little,” She chuckles, glancing between the two photographs ( she refuses to settle on Cedric’s face for too long – somehow seeing him as a child is more painful that remembering him as a teenager ), “I didn’t even know these existed..”

nellie hated the diggory home. she can’t deny it. she hated the attic, she hated her old room, encased in a layer of dust and preserved in time. she hated the bay window she once sat with her easel, watching cedric practice on his broom. she hated the room forever untouched right across from her parents, the door still decorated in slanting handwriting proudly proclaiming it’s former occupant. she hated it. but she loved her mother, and she, like josie, had been a bit distant as of late. “ i don’t remember us being so... “ words fluttered from ear to ear : innocent, tiny, bound. “ happy. “ she swallowed past the lump in her throat, tries to settle herself against the fact that even if her childhood is painted in tints of grief, there was still a memory of this happy, carefree little family. “ mum documented everything, i guess. i never knew. “

[lildiggory]

“ nel, that was supposed… to be… a joke. ” cho started first reluctantly, trying to make out if she had been serious or not before her eyes widened suddenly. “ i’m really not, actually. ” she added, wincing to herself at the mention of cedric. if only it had that been easy, cho would take her own advice. “ if there’s any piece of helpful advice i can ever give you, it’s to not take anything i say seriously. especially if it’s source is from the simpsons. ”

“ oh... “ it wasn’t the first time she had recieved such a reaction to something she said, especially when it regarded cedric. everyone grieved in their own ways, and while if that was good and well for nellie themself, it did tend to put people in awkward spots. “ i know, i know, “ she said gently, carefully resuming her smile and trying to shake the stilt out of her shoulders. “ you really should give yourself more credit than that, though, cho. you’re quite insightful. “

[lildiggory]

closed event starter / @jodiggory​ !

“ OH, THIS IS SO GREAT, “ whether or not nellie was talking about the nature of the event itself, or the fact that her dress made awfully pleasing swish noises as she twisted her body back and forth was between her and merlin. she held onto both of josie’s hands, jumping up and down and moving in the charming sort of way only people with as shameless as her could. “ we should do this all the time ! “ with energy like hers, it was hard to imagine her ever stopping.

[lildiggory]

‘ when you live the bart life you say 'whoa, mama' to the good and 'ay, caramba' to the bad. ‘ / @chhochang​ !

“ cho, you have no idea just how right you are, “ nellie said, incredibly serious and with a great smile on her face. there were many ways to describe nellie, but dishonest was not one of them ( however, flighty easily made it up there ). “ i should’ve, like, practiced that for so long. oh, my brother’s dead ? ‘ ay caramba ‘ ! “ 

[lildiggory]

‘ if i was famous i would just knock on people’s doors and be like hello, yes, it’s me. ’ / @antigonai​​ !

“ BUT WHAT IF YOU WERE, LIKE, TOO FAMOUS, THOUGH ? “ nellie didn’t like calling herself particularly unknown, but they did have to admit they weren’t a household name, not even among wix. one day, she did hope to reach... newt scamander levels of recognition. but they were too young, and too busy, for that yet. “ like, you could start a panic ? if the queen showed up at my door... “ nel paused for a long moment, considering the idea. just ol’ eleanor and elizabeth, having some tea. “ i don’t know what i’d do. my apartment surely isn’t worthy. “

[lildiggory]

nox heights : @petriichvrs​ , @monstrovs​ !

[lildiggory]

sentences starters , heights  !

[lildiggory]

closed starter / @jodiggory​​ !

“ ARE THESE OUR BABY PICTURES ? “ nellie’s jaw positively dropped, reaching deeper into the open box settled in front of her. josie and nel had been spending the better part of today cleaning out the attic of the diggory home at their mother’s pleading. what it had revealed thus far was several layers of dust and various memories of childhood, including the one nellie now held in her hands. she opened the picture-book, labelled in her mother’s calligraphy with an expressive ‘ Nellie & Josephine, ‘ and ran her fingers across the pristine photographs inside. they were so tiny, two little brown haired babies aside each other in the cradle. the other page was another picture. they were maybe three this time, snoozing on a couch and settled on both sides of cedric, not much older. “ dude, this is so cute. “ and so sad.

[lildiggory]

𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄 :

ft . diggory fam  ! 

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[lildiggory]

closed starter / @chacswins​ !

“ bro — “ nellie had a lot of energies about her ; big… energy, barbie mansion kid energy, astrology chart energy. ONE WAS OF THE FRAT BOY VARIETY. especially whenever she got a drink in her. leaning over until she laid her head onto the other’s shoulder, supposedly whispering but realistically shouting. “ be honest with me, “ she turned to them, holding up doorknob and pressing her fuzzy head against her cheek and nuzzling the poor, confused creature, “ should i have not brought my kneazle to this party ? “

[lildiggory]

closed starter / @hubriistic​ , @solicitcus​​ !

“ AND THAT’S WHEN I GRABBED THE BASEBALL BAT, right, and, “ —maybe it was the adhd, or maybe it was all the drinks coursing through her, but she had started this story with no idea where it would end — “ gotta have a bat on you, you know ? like, wand, whatever, but a metal baseball bat could totally take out some kneecaps ! “ and she lived by that, it was true. she was a pure-blood, too, half sacred twenty-eight, even ; nellie was as shaped by her general being as she was with her travels across the world. what was a wand when you’re five foot and will fight anyone that you can ? “ it’s a life lesson, “ she gesticulates as she talks, arms moving fast in front of her as she makes her point, and her elbow reaches back slightly farther, until the loud ‘ CRACK ‘ echoes across the shrieking shack and nellie glances back at the window she has just shattered, stepping politely away from the glass in her heels. “ uh, i didn’t do that. if anyone asks you… i didn’t do that. “

[lildiggory]

INCORRECT QUOTES : ft. @chacswins + @monstrovs