liquor lipped ;

。.✦ ☾ amelia bones ☽ ✦. 。sixteen / sixth year / slytherin / the activist !! —— " let go !! there is nothing more to hide. seeing life through closed eyes is just a y o u n g u n d e r s t a n d i n g."

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seb-ass-tion

With raised eyebrows, Sebastian turned around and looked up towards where he heard the voice. As his eyes found the source where the noise came from, his lips turned into a smirk. “ Ah, A m e l i a, ” He said with almost a sigh of relief. He wasn’t in the mood to deal with someone he didn’t like and he was glad to see that it was Amelia perched up on Hagrid’s hut. “ Oh ? Is it now ? ” Seb turned around and walked towards the hut, his eyes remaining on the Slytherin. “ Well, I could say the same to you. What exactly are you doing up there ? ” He asked as he dropped his eyes to the firewhiskey bottle in her hand and in an instant, that smirk that was forming on his lips turned itself into a grin.

“ good MIDNIGHT, sebastion. ” amelia responded in kind, a half-lipped smile upon her lips as she tried her absolute darnedest not to sound as p l e a s e d as she was to see the older slytherin. “ yes, yes indeed ; it IS past curfew. and for your information ; i’m up here doing my prefect-y DUTY, seb. i’m on PATROL up here, o b v i o u s l y. ” a loose laugh slipped past amelia’s guard as her brown eyes gleamed with mirth. bathed in the light of the waning moon, amelia brought the bottle of firewhiskey to her lips once more, then leaning further over the rooftop’s ledge in a precariously whimsical manner -— fawn hues concentrated entirely on the male who stood below. “ -— so, are you going to come up here or what ?? ” she challenged with a smile. 

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alectoisms

❝ do you WANT to blow us all up, cretin? — you’re not supposed to add the hellebore until after the potion cools ! ❞

“ there’s something else in this room other than  this POTION that needs to COOL OFF, alecto. ”

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★ ☻ ♒

★ : a wish my muse has.

amelia doesn’t place much currency nor belief in WISHES. she’s a strong believer in the idea that if you WANT something, you need to WORK for it -— you can’t just remain passive, and continue to drift through life hoping that you’ll somehow -—  miraculously be G I V E N everything it is that you want. if you want change, you need to fight for it -— if you want someone in your life, you need to work towards keeping them in your life every single day. if you want something BADLY ; you need to do everything in your power to a c c o m p l i s h it. amelia bones does not make wishes. 

☻ : three things that make my muse sad.

( i ) that blood-purist arseholes exist.( ii ) mistreatment of house elfs in the wizarding world( iii ) edgar being sad. 

♒ : is my muse emotional or more detached?

amelia is never passive, and never thinks things through -— she feels everything, and feels as if injustices against those that she cares for ( and even injustices against those that she does not know personally ), are injustices against her OWN SELF. she loathes the idea of d e t a c h m e n t, as she sees detachment as an excuse for laziness and self-interest. impassioned, strong-willed, and with a fire for a heart ; amelia bones is extremely emotional -— and she wouldn’t have it any other way. 

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matronmeyers

“oh YES, i get it. that’s an immensely charming little tale.” any pride she’s feeling ( and merlin, scarlet is feeling a l o t ) is buried beneath a tone that is full of worry. “do you know what would be MORE charming, amelia? if you didn’t go and rearrange your knee amidst all the ‘fighting and violence’ that you engaged yourself in.” it’s a wonder the other has made it all the way into the hospital wing and onto a bed in such a state, and scarlet finds herself wondering if amelia realizes exactly what has happened just yet. she turns away from her to close the curtain around them, and then she’s muttering ‘tergio’ under her breath to clean away the BLOOD. she doesn’t look up, but her voice is softer now. “well you won’t be sitting through another lecture with edgrump today, or tomorrow, for that matter. but you will be needing mandrake root for the pain. and i’ll have to m e n d this before anything else.”

“ S C A R’ !! -— you can’t be honestly be mad at ME for getting MY KNEE all -— ..  all - y’know ; d i s l o d g e d ; when it was some blood purist arsehole who the fault really lies with !! i dislodged by knee in the name of JUSTICE -— ” amelia finds her voice raised, eyes focused ; and her energy and RAGE from the fight misplaced -— hurled scarlet’s way as the slytherin finds an acute pain beginning to lurch within the pocket of her leg where her knee is supposed to be. she doesn’t mean to be hostile, of course : truth be told, amelia bones loved scarlet meyers just as much as EDGAR bones himself did ( perhaps, arguably, even more so ) ; but at this moment in time, she isn’t in the mood for a “ you need to be careful ” talk, for the adrenalin is wearing off ; leaving in its wake nothing but s e a r i n g pain, and a fire in her heart as she replays the events leading up to the altercation over in her mind. shifting from her seated position at the edge of the bed, amelia hoists herself up onto her feet -— stifling the yell of utter agony that threatens to spill past her lips at the pain that shoots up through her left leg. “ ‘sorry for troubling you here, scar’ -— but i reckon’ a WALK is all i need to heal this leg up. DON’T tell ed i was here. ”

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headcanon meme! send me a symbol and i'll tell you...

☺: three things that make my muse happy

☻: three things that make my muse sad

✝: any religious beliefs my muse has

☎ : my muse's ringtone

♫: three of my muse's favorite songs

♪: three songs that remind me of my muse

★: a wish my muse has

☑: something my muse has accomplished that they're proud of

☢: something my muse is afraid of

☂: what my muse does on a rainy day

→: is my muse any good with directions?

☮: is my muse a happy person?

웃: three people that are important to my muse

☃: does my muse like the holidays?

☯: is my muse more idealistic or cynical?

▲: my muse's happiest memory

✄: is my muse creative?

⌘: was my muse good in school?

✿: is my muse an outdoors person?

♈: the most daring thing your muse has ever done

♉: is my muse prone to jealousy?

♊: is my muse smart?

♋: is my muse emotional?

♌: three things my muse is enthusiastic about

♍: is my muse shy?

♎: is my muse vain or cocky?

♏: something my muse obsesses over

♐: is my muse blunt or do they beat around the bush?

♑: is my muse an optimist or a pessimist?

♒: is my muse emotional or more detached?

♓: my muse's biggest secret

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starlitmarlene

there is a distant glimmer in marlene’s eyes as she watches amelia, gaze flooding and lips torn into a whirlwind of a s m i l e. “ you are starkers mad, LOVELY ; i still stand by the fact that you’re the cutest button out of the whole pile of b u t t o n s in the world , with the greatest ass & the nicest smile. ” in marlene’s eyes, her bruised knuckles and black eyes are attributes to her personality. they’re always going to be there - they’ll never go away. they’re a part of h e r. 

marlene was MAD if she thought she was going to win a battle of metaphorical flattery where little amelia bones was concerned ; and so, with a smile that only grew & g r e w, amelia quipped back in return, “ i may be the cutest button -— but you, ms. mckinnon, are the cutest pumpkin in the worldly pumpkin patch. and being the cutest pumpkin in the pumpkin patch earns you the real reason behind why i was STARING at you before -— i mean, OTHER than your beauty ; i was staring because i have selected you to be the one, in the whole of hogwarts, that i shall share a marvellous pumpkin pastie feast with. would you fancy joining me in a little midnight rendezvous, tonight, in the kitchens ?? ”

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httpedgar

“ ‘ WHAT ARE YOU NEEDING. ’ ” — it is at this exact moment in time ; that he knows he is screwed. he’d sent his voice into a high pitched frenzy, attempting to copy the sister he’s adored for so so many years — he knew her voice from the moment she parted her lips. “ good day, ameliar. i’m fairly sure that what you need, you teenager, you. oh, so you’re having one of those existential crises moments, yet again ?? ” edgar is JOKING, with lips parted into a bright smile which tugs the sadness & downturned lips way from his e v er y t h i n g. “ and how am i meant to be sure you haven’t put some daft potion in here, ‘lia ?? ” after growing up with amelia & their little brother, he knows that he should be a lot more careful with what he ate & what he drank around the two of them. and where he leaves his wand. [ THE ORIGIN OF AMELIAR CAME FROM THE ONE TIME EDGAR LEFT HIS WAND LAYING AROUND & DIDN’T FIND IT UNTIL THREE DAYS LATER, AFTER ASKING THE WHOLE FAMILY & PRAYING IT’D SHOW UP - WHEN HE FOUND IT IN AMELIA’S HAND, AFTER SHE NEARLY BURIED IT IN A MUD PIE. SHE WAS NINE. ]

“ i resent the insinuation that i’m a LIAR ; how dare you tarnish my honour like that ?? i’m a PREFECT here ; i’m perfectly honest and righteous. -— you’re just .. edGULLIBLE, edGRUMP. ” a playful roll of her eyes ensued as amelia shot her brother a disparaging look that well masked her nonetheless evident fondness ; the very tip of her index and middle fingers nudging the mug of tea closer to edgar with a smile that slowly emerged. “ i’m ALWAYS having an existential crisis of a moment ; and you’d better believe it. what’s the meaning of life ?? what is my purpose ?? what will i have for lunch ?? you know, the usual -— i find that drinking a nice cup of tea helps sooth all crises of the existential variety, though. ” -— and, honestly believing that her brother probably needs the cup of tea, amelia takes a sip of the tea herself to prove that she hasn’t put a potion of any sort into it. “ see ?? you big baby -— just a normal cup of tea. ” full disclosure -— it TASTED like a normal cup of tea ; but amelia DID get the tea from puddifoot’s new experimental tea batch -— so for all she knew, both she and edgar could be in for a surprise. 

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matronmeyers

“oh, no, no — this doesn’t look good. can you move it? h o w did it happen?”

“ so GET THIS, right, scar’ -— i’m sitting in the great hall, totally minding my own business & trying to finish my DADA homework before edgrump has the chance to sit me down for another HOUR LONG LECTURE, right ?? -— and then i hear some kid calling another kid a MUDBLOOD. you can fathom the rest for yourself, right ?? -— fighting, violence, and here i am -— gracing your humble hospital wing with my knee-cap halfway down my shin. ” it’s not that she’s not in pain -— but with all the adrenalin coursing through her veins ; amelia just can’t FEEL it yet. 

[love-personal]

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floclearwater

“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch a word of what you said.”

“ was just sayin’ that you play that violin perfectly, is all. hearing that melody you were just playing, took me to HEAVEN, i swear it. ”

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httpedgar

edgar turns his gaze back to his papers , thoughts wandering as he ( ATTEMPTED TO ) knuckle down on the essays that had been left on his desk. some’d say that life without his fiance had sent him just a bit doolally ( he knows lia would ; & even s c a r l e t  would. ) then ; there was a silhouette by the door. “ if you’re going to come in ; do it now. what is it , exactly , what you are NEEDING ?? ”

“ ‘ WHAT ARE YOU NEEDING. ’ ” -— brow creased ; the corner of her lips turned down ever so slightly into a frown, amelia pokes her head around the corner of the doorframe -— mimicking her brother’s expression in an epitome of childish jest. “ good morning, edgrump. i’m not exactly sure what it is that I need -— y’ know, ‘cause of the usual teenager-y, existential-y, what-is-my-purpose-in-life type-stuff. but what i think YOU need, is a nice cup of tea. ” she traverses through the middle of the classroom to find herself at the foot of her brother’s desk, a smile replacing that playful scowl she’d been wearing just moments before. “ and lucky for you ; i came prepared. here ya’ go. ” a hot mug of tea -— happens to be safely cupped in the slytherin’s hands, her smile easing wider as she sets it down upon the table before her. 

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alprwett

—— this isn’t the first time alice prewett has disobeyed the all encompassing ( and woefully inconvenient ) law of curfew to wander the grounds, and dammit, it won’t be the last. she’s been walking just long enough to have finished a little less than half her flask of whiskey, enjoying the cool breeze the night offers as her eyes study the large expanse of trees on either side of the path she is walking. it has been completely silent, save for the occasional owl, so when she hears another’s voice ring out in such a clear manner, a laugh of surprise bellows out. ‘ i’ll be doing no such thing. ’ she calls out to the voice, tone playful as her eyes still search for the owner of it. when the other girl comes into view, alice offers her a quirk of her brow. ‘ you’re not going to give me detention, are you, amelia? i’m good company. and LOOK — ’ she’ll offer a sly grin, revealing her own bottle of swotts & swotts whiskey before waving it in front of the other. ‘ i came supplied, too. ’

the outline of her eyes shape into mirthful crescents as a smile blooms in full ; a warm little laugh falls from the slytherin’s curved lips. “ DETENTION ?? why, of course i’ll be issuing you a detention, ms. prewett -— however else will you ever learn ?? ONE THOUSAND POINTS deducted from gryffindor, and the whole year’s worth of detentions go to you, alice. may you never break curfew again. ” the curve upon amelia’s lips are now startlingly resemblant of that playful grin she’d always wear whenever playing with edgar during her childhood. “ but, because i am kind and reasonable like merlin -— why don’t you come along up here, share with me your whiskey ; and i’ll humour you a small while. who knows, maybe you can get your house point deductions down to nine-hundred and ninety-nine. ”

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starlitmarlene

“oh, S H U S H.” marlene’s lips blossomed into a fully formed bright smile. “i’m sure there are many other beautiful people & even more fascinatingly BEAUTIFUL objects around here,” she starts, with that blazing fire in her eyes. “for i’m more likely to be the one that shows up to a wedding with bruised knuckles & a black eye.”

the fawn hue of amelia’s brown eyes remained constant upon marlene, a smile of her own smoothing along her pink tiers as she replied, “ i’m afraid it’s my duty to inform you that you’re quite wholly MISTAKEN ; -— for you see, you’re certainly the most b e a u t i f u l thing here by far. bruised knuckles and black eyes would only compound that beauty, really. they’re symbolic of courage and strength ; beautiful traits that far exceed physical beauty. ”

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rosierisms

“Because he was FRAMED!” He burst into a hysterical fits of laughter.

“ .......... but then why aren’t ALL the cells of AZKABAN just filled to the brim with every single picture that’s ever been FRAMED ?? this doesn’t make any sense !! the justice system needs to be FIXED !! ” amelia responds with a stifled laugh ; the very corners of her lips hinting at the most playful of smiles. 

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mcrissax

“please, i won’t ever dob you in. trust me, i would if you were doing something idiotic but this is firewhiskey and i am more than happy to let this slide. just don’t tell the authorities on me.”

“ i won’t tell anyone if you don’t. ” amelia laughed ; a warm grin settled along the curve of her lips as she took yet another small swig of the firewhiskey, then offering it the latter’s way. “ i’m amelia -— amelia bones. ”

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SOOOOOO, my internet just isn’t allowing me to load reblogs, so unfortunately, all my replies on both xeno & amelia will be put on hold !! -— my roommate says that our new router should be delivered around the 10th-11th ; so i should be able to start actually roleplaying on my characters around then !! -— i’m so sorry about this, loves :~( but if you need to message or talk or anything at all, don’t hesitate to contact me on the main, alright !? :~) 

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bcllatricks

dark eyes reach the top of hagrid’s hut before rolling deeply, of course of out all people, bella had been caught be do-gooder amelia. she wanted to ignore her, go about down into the forest, get away from everything. but amelia kept talking, staring at her. it simply egged her on to start an argument. amelia wasn’t her mum, she could do damn well whatever she wanted out here. “o h  m e r l i n,” she groans, “how is it you —of all people— get to be out past curfew if you’re not even doing anything fun with it. how is it hardly fair?” she rolled her eyes once more at the younger girl, folding her arms over her chest in eternal turmoil. she honestly didn’t see it one bit fair. “i’m going out, don’t wait up for me MOTHER,” she teased, a wicked grin crossing her lips in the process.?

“ APOLOGIES if my idea of fun doesn’t seem to align with yours, bella -— but wandering into the forest to meet my untimely death just doesn’t seem like my idea of the b e s t night out, y’know ?? but i suppose that fun, like beauty, and all other things -— is in the eye of the beholder. it’s subjective and all that. ” with a half-lipped grin, amelia brought the bottle of firewhiskey to her lips once more -— quietly amused with the older slytherin’s display of unadulterated annoyance. “ out ?? where are you going, CHILD ?? because over my dead body you’re going into that forest ALONE, if AT ALL. ” more spryly than expected, amelia resigned from her post atop the groundskeeper’s hut ; carefully weaving her way through the incredibly large pumpkins in the pumpkin patch, to finally meet her fellow slytherin at the very edge of the forbidden forest. “ over our dead bodies, we’re going into the forest, if you insist. but  i’m not leaving your side, bella. safety in numbers, -— .. and stuff. ”