Gabrielle Nott

"You can't make homes out of human beings. Someone should have already told you that."

[littlestnott]

nicmulciber​:

Nico’s hands smoothed over the fabric that had barely had specks of tea on it before she cast her spell. The crimson in her cheeks made a slight tint of pink appear on his own. A hand rubbed the back of his neck as he inspected her in front him. Every small little detail about her up close and personal. Things that were slightly different from his observations he had made from afar. Red tresses sway with the curious tilt of his head. Light irises connect from her to the book. He surprisingly hadn’t noticed the switch of the book contents, because he was more focused on her facial features & hair. “Love story?” He scoffed before he could catch himself. As if anyone would find a happy ending. 

In his daydreams and mind he could easily drift off to a perfect ending between the both of them. Except she didn’t see him in that light, at least he hadn’t thought so. “So, you don’t think those things happen normally?” Nico inquired as he took a step closer to her. There was no such thing as personal space when it came to Mulciber. “Cookies?” He quirked a brow, but if it meant more time with Gabby. Well… “Aye, that sounds good. Perhaps we can share the cookies and a drink.” His sly way of asking her on a little date, even though she was unaware of it. 

He had surprisingly good self control he told himself. It’s the only thing that held him back from extending his hand to twirl a strand of hers around it. “Do you dunk your cookies often?”

Gabrielle’s face fell when he made a jibe at her genre of choice. The red on her cheeks only darkened and spread down her neck and chest. Green eyes found the cobblestone as her shoulders hunched slightly, trying to retreat into herself. Fold herself up to protect her feeble heart. “They’re my favorite.” She said quietly, trying unsuccessfully to hide her hurt at what she had taken as disapproval. “I know it’s stupid, but I’d like to think that whoever I end up with and I can love each other in the same way that the characters in my books love one another. Even if it takes time to get there.” The brunette was bearing her soul to him. It was why she was so easily crushed so often, because her heart and soul always rested on her sleeve and the hope was ever present in her wide eyes.

She didn’t move while Nicholai moved closer to her, not scared of the boy, nor minding his proximity to her, but she felt very small before him. His words made Gabrielle think that he was asking if she thought it were possible for her, specifically, to have such a thing happen. The insecurities that grew in her head like weeds in a field often twisted and gnarled the words of others to make them much more personal. Her bottom lip trembled and she looked up at him with the same hurt that she might have if he’d just hit her. Her brunette waves swept around her shoulders as she shook her head. “No, I know love isn’t meant for a girl like me.” And her gaze fell again, clutching the book tightly to her abdomen. She was, after all, atrocious looking. And since she’d started eating normally again, she certainly looked even worse. It seemed as if no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t master being good enough for others, save Stefan. 

“Of course,” She whispered, trying to sound bright, because even though she felt completely inadequate, Gabrielle would do most anything to spend time with the other. “I’d be happy to have a drink with you.” Of water. Or tea. Because now she felt hyper-self conscious in his presence. “Not really, despite my appearance, I seldom eat cookies.” Usually only if she made them with Stefan, because he’d be looking to make sure she did. “But, I know some people like them with hot beverages, or milk.”

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hugoshuggles​:

For a moment Hugo assumed it was a kind of magical bird that she was talking about before realizing that it was the title of a book. “Oh.” he said and smiled. “Um, okay, let me know when it’s done, how it was.” Wrong thing to say, seeing as her family wanted nothing for him to do with her. Maybe she’ll forget to let him know later on. He stiffened when she touched him, pulling back a little. “It’s nothing, I am fine.” he insisted. “I was just – I probably shouldn’t be talking to you.” he said nervously.

Gabrielle beamed at his interest in knowing about how her book was and the prospective of a plan to see him again. She missed Hugo a great deal lately. “Of course. I can bring you some cookies when I’ve finished and tell you about it.” His reaction to her touch, however, erased any sign that a smile had ever met her lips. “Hugo, I can tell when something is wrong. You’ve...any time I’ve given you a hug, you’ve been open to receiving it.” Her green eyes searched his, looking for clarification. Was he finally seeing what she saw when she looked in the mirror? What she’d been working hard not to see anymore? “Do you not want to be my friend anymore, Hugo?” Tears swelled in her eyes. He’d been her friend for so long and now he didn’t want to be around her. It felt like heartbreak. “What have I done wrong? I’m sorry for whatever it was. I-I can fix it. I can try harder.”

[creationofcinderella]

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[littlestnott]

I'm not sure if you're the same person that used to write Annabelle Nott, with a similar url. But if you are. I hope life is treating you well.

I am <3 I’m not sure who this is, but thank you so much! I hope you are well too. This made my day. And of course, if you want to join this group (assuming you aren’t a part of it yet?) it is mine and I’d love to have anyone that’s so sweet here. I also have Annabelle here, but she’s a twin now and it all sorts of dramatic.

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xeno-lovegood‌:

As the young girl spoke, Xeno found himself shrugging and shaking his head sadly. “These breeders have made sure to cover their own arses. Once their doxies are scared away, they tend to avoid civilization and people all together. So the ministry doesn’t care to put out the resources to intervene, since they’re not technically a danger to us. Only the doxies are at risk, so it ‘doesn’t matter’. They’re probably glad that the version that’s a nuisance to us is being eradicated.” 

He looked grumpy as he finished speaking, but added quickly in a softer tone. “I’m glad you were alright from your bite, though.” Her next words caught Xeno completely off guard. His jaw fell slightly open, and he stared for a moment. No one had ever asked about subscribing to the Quibbler before. AS it stood, the editions came out somewhat irregularly. He was the only member of the paper’s staff, and didn’t have the time or organization skills to find stories every week. He wrote the Quibbler when he thought there was something that the world needed to know about.

“Um, no, unfortunately. I have set up any sort of subscription process, yet.” Then, an idea struck him, and he grabbed another copy from the ground and drew a pencil from a back pocket. “But! Give me a mailing address and you can be the very first!” His grin was massive as he handed over the paper and pencil. He gathered up two more copies and offered them to her. “And an extra, extra copy on the house for my most loyal reader.” There was just a tinge of embarrassment in the laugh that followed his words, but he accepted the knut happily. 

Xeno giggled good naturedly at Gabrielle’s anecdote. A fairy nickname suited her well. She was such a cute, bubbly thing. “Huh. You know, i never thought of it like that. That’s. Yeah. That’s really sweet. I guess i’m so used to people saying ‘biting’ like it’s such a horrible thing, instead of just a distinction.”

The brunette frowned. She felt bad for the little creatures that she used to mistakenly catch to observe. And then she felt badly for the ones being bred. “Can they co-exist with each other? I mean, I know the ones being bred are hurting the others, but what would the solution be? I wouldn’t want to see them killed because wizards created them to be hazardous.” After all, isn’t that what many of her friends had been bred to do? “Do you think that their breeding could potentially be bred out if they went on to exist with the other doxies?” There was a little hope in her voice, it was paper thin and fragile, but it was there. “Poor creatures.”

Gabrielle gave him a small smile, nodding. “Thank you.” Though, her mother had screamed at her before taking her to Saint Mungos and proceeded to cause a scene after the antidote had been administered and the girl wasn’t better at once. Gabrielle didn’t catch any more fairies, nor their biting cousins after that and hadn’t wanted her brother to do so either, in case he got bitten.

The teen took the pencil and paper, writing down her name and mailing address. “It’s an honor. Just promise to remember me when you’ve got a big, successful paper.” She beamed, the idea of being the first subscriber to the paper made her feel very important, for no real reason other than the excitement on his face. She’d subscribe ten more times if it meant that he’d continue to look so pleased. “Thank you. My friend will love this, truly.” The brunette said as she took the two extra copies. It was nice to make others happy. And, for once, it seemed, she’d done it without any baked goods.

Gabrielle’s expression softened, an underlying sadness barely visible as her eyes looked down, cheeks flushed. “Maybe there’s more good in the world than is on the surface.” She mused quietly, the thing with feathers resting inside of her, asking her only to believe that there was truth to that statement. “Even in all of the bad out there.”

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xeno-lovegood‌:

Xeno’s eyes fixated on the little bronze coin, almost confused at what he was seeing. He had the constant hope of selling his paper, of course, but success was so rare that he had nearly forgotten what it looked like. Of course, he was tossed a pity coin ever now and then by empathetic witches who assumed he was homeless, but this was different. Not only did this girl pay for the paper, but she…seemed genuinely interested? Despite the subject matter, a smile crept across his features. Gingerly he took the knut from her, and nodded what he hoped conveyed his deeply heartfelt thanks. He was quiet for a moment too long before he remembered that he was meant to be talking. 

Once he gathered himself, he seized on her words. “Yes! Of course! The Prophet doesn’t give a rat’s hat about environmental issues. If it doesn’t directly impact the wizards in charge then they don’t care.” He opened one of the copies of The Quibbler and pointed at a poorly done drawing of two doxies side by side. The illustrations looked like they might’ve been sketched by a half-blind high-schooler on acid, but there were noticeable differences between them. They were both nashing their pointed little teeth feverishly at their reader.  “This.’This is what’s killing them. Wizards have been breeding doxies. To create a new breed that’s even more aggressive and petulant. But! They breed or, or, or ya know, train their version to have an aversion to fire. So, they loose their pets on their pests, let the native doxy population get chewed out, and then scare their creations off into the wild.” 

Xenophilius seemed to have relayed the entirety of his speech in one breath. When it ended, he inhaled hard and long. Once his lungs seemed to have found their natural rhythm again, he added one final note in a sheepish undertone. “I think uh, ‘biting fairy’ is a bit derogatory, though. Don’t you?”  He smiled at her slightly. 

Gabrielle’s expression only fell more at his views on the Prophet. “That doesn’t seem fair to the creatures.” As if each and every one of the Doxy were her friends. Her mother had always scolded her for trying to catch them and bring them in as pets, having mistaken them for fairies. She’d had a fairy house set up in her room. Stefan would bring her fairies in when he was home, but the girl was young at the time and didn’t usually notice her mistake until they were in the house. “Shouldn’t the ministry be intervening? They have a whole department for Magical Creatures and the likes.”

Slender hands took a copy of the paper and looked at the article. The picture was definitely interesting, but she didn’t comment on it, focusing on the article instead. “Isn’t that dangerous for Wizards as well, especially children? Since Doxy bites are poisonous? I caught one as a child, thinking it was a fairy and it bit me. My mother had take me to Saint Mungos to get the antidote.”

The girl continued to look at the article, peeking up only for a second to ask, “Do you have a subscription form?” She read for the better part of many of her days and the paper seemed interesting enough to keep her attention. Plus, it talked about creatures, which she loved. Maybe she could send a copy to Hugo as well, as he might appreciate it. “And could I get an extra copy? I have a friend that I think would really find this fascinating.” Her fingers were already moving to her coin purse again.

The wizard’s question caught her a bit off guard, but she considered it. She slowly shook her head, not one to oppose things, but she wanted to explain that it wasn’t meant as a slight at the creature. “No, I always thought it was an endearing term. My uncle always called me the little biting fairy, because I used to bite him when I was a toddler. And it’s like a winged horse, they aren’t exactly horses, but they’re part of the horse family, but their wings make them different. Kind of like the Doxy’s poisonous bite making them different from their relative, the fairy.”

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hugoshuggles‌:

Hugo felt all too comfortable walking through the crowds at Diagon Alley, greeting and smiling at strangers who sometimes didn’t even respond but that never stopped him from being as cheerful as one possibly could be. It was while he was bouncing through the crowded lane did he bump into Gabrielle, making the brunette drop her beverage which made him start apologizing just like she did. “Oh Merlin, I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to –” he began to say, only then realizing who it was. His face turned a slight shade of pink on the realization and he took a step back, his hand going to the back of his neck as his gaze went down to the ground awkwardly. “I am fine, um – sorry.” he said sounding a lot more subdued, glancing around to make sure her brother wasn’t around.

Gabrielle looked up at her friend from Hogwarts and smiled. It’d been a while since she’d properly seen the boy, but she’d figured that he was busy with work and such. “It was my fault,” She reassured him, “I was reading The Thorn Birds.” The witch confesses softly, Hugo had always been one of the few that she could share the titles of her muggle books with. “It’s so very intense and I’m not even half way through it.” But as she was a about to move to embrace the boy, she noticed his demeanor and she hesitated, confusion in her knitted eyebrows. “What’s-what’s wrong, Hugo?” She tenderly reached out to cup his chin so that he’d look at her. “Are you alright?” Her voice lowered quietly, “Is someone bothering you?” Her green eyes looked around to find whomever was bothering him. 

[littlestnott]

🚪

They hear someone knock on their door:

Excitement! Someone is there to see her!

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They see a rival:

Gabrielle isn’t a very confrontational person, but I imagine that she’d shift in her spot and she’d try to come off as a bit more confident.

[xleafyheartx]

100 Random Character Development Questions

001. When is their birthday? 002. Do they do anything to celebrate their birthday? 003. Does your character like coffee better, or tea? 004. Do they prefer being alone or with others? 005. Are they in good health? 006. What sense do they most rely on? 007. Is your character an optimist or a pessimist? 008. What is their favorite fairy tale? 009. Do they believe in happy endings? 010. Do they believe in love at first sight? 011. How would your character court the person of their dreams? 012. What makes your character embarrassed? 013. Have they ever been bullied or teased? 014. Detail one secret shame your character feels. 015. Are they most likely to fight with their fists or their tongue? 016. What is their choice of weapon? 017. When does your character think that violence is justified or deserved? 018. Your character wakes up to find that war has been declared. What do they do? 019. If they could have a superpower, what would they choose? 020. What are their hobbies? 021. How do they display affection? 022. What is the most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen? 023. What do they consider beautiful in others physically? 024. What do they consider ugly in others physically? 025. What do they consider beautiful in others personality-wise? 026. What do they consider ugly in others personality-wise? 027. What is their idea of perfect happiness? 028. What makes them laugh out loud? 029. What sort of sense of humor does your character have? 030. Do they believe in the afterlife? 031. Are they superstitious about anything? 032. Does your character believe in ghosts? 033. Do they keep their promises? 034. What’s their view of lying? 035. What is the most important rule your character lives by? 036. How honorable is your character? 037. If your character saw someone drop a large sum of money and knew that they could probably take it without anyone noticing, what would they do? 038. What bad habits do they have? 039. What do they think is the worst thing that can be done to a person? 040. What is their obsession? 041. Are they comfortable with technology? 042. What is their greatest achievement? 043. What will they stand up for? 044. What disgusts them? 045. Does your character have any chronic medical conditions? 046. How do they handle getting sick? 047. What was the last medical problem your character had? 048. Do they have any allergies? 049. How does your character feel about growing old? 050. How does your character feel about their own mortality? 051. If they knew they would die tomorrow, what would they do today? 052. What is your character’s worst flaw? 053. What is your character’s greatest strength? 054. Does your character want power or authority of any kind? 055. Is your character an introvert or an extrovert? 056. Has your character ever struck someone in anger? 057. Has your character ever killed anyone? 058. What is your character’s idea of a perfect day? 059. List several phrases your character is fond of uttering. Where did they pick them up? 060. What is your character’s attitude toward education and learning? 061. Does your character prefer adventure or safety and security? 062. What sort of legacy does your character wish to leave behind? 063. How well does your character handle difficult people? 064. In what ways does your character annoy others? 065. Is your character better at leading or following? Which do they prefer? 066. Does your character prefer city life or being out in nature? 067. Does your character believe in fate or destiny? 068. How strong is your character’s sense of responsibility? What kinds of things trigger it? 069. What about your character is heroic? 070. What about your character is cowardly? 071. How kind is your character? 072. In a Dungeons & Dragons game, which class would your character be? (wizard, fighter, bard, priest, ranger, etc.) 073. In a novel, what plot role would your character fill? (hero, anti-hero, sidekick, villain, etc.) 074. What is your character’s favorite game? 075. Is your character ticklish? 076. How do they express anger? 077. How often do they cry? Over what? 078. How emotionally stable is your character? 079. How easy is it for them to read the emotions of others? 080. How easy is it for others to read your character’s emotions? 081. Is your character religious? 082. What are your character’s sleeping preferences? 083. What is the first thing they say and/or do when they wake up? 084. Describe your character in one word. 085. Describe your character in three words. 086. How would your character describe themself in one word? 087. How would your character describe themself in three words? 088. Is your character quiet or loud? 089. How vocally expressive is your character? 090. How bodily expressive is your character? 091. What type of music does your character like? 092. What emotion does your character evoke in others? 093. What is your character’s goal in life? 094. Name three things most would not expect your character to be able to know. 095. Name three things most would not expect your character to be able to do. 096. How do they move and carry themselves? What energy do they project? 097. How well do they adapt to change? 098. Does your character like animals? 099. Do they talk to inanimate objects? 100. Does your character dream? If so, what do they dream about?

[rp-meme-glaceon]

How Does Your Muse React/Feel When...

😇- They are given praise 😰- They get scolded 🙇- They meet someone new and first impressions are good 👺- They meet someone new and first impressions are bad 🙌- They see their best friend 👿- They see their worst enemy ☺️- They see a friend 💅- They see a rival ❣️- They see their crush ♥️- They see their boy/girlfriend 💍- They see their spouse 🚸- They see their children 👪- They see their family (specify if desired) 💮- They get asked to hang out 💐- They get asked out on a date 💔- They get stood up/broken up with 💎- They win a huge reward 🎁- They are given a gift they like 💣- They are given a gift they dislike 🎎- They find a long lost possession of theirs 💵- They see something on sale for a bargain price 🗑- They see something that is being given away for free 📍- They narrowly escape a perilous situation 🚪- They hear someone knock on their door 📱- Someone asks to borrow their phone

[xeno-lovegood]

@unfinished-starters  ll Extra, Extra (OPEN)

“ Oye! ”  

   A shabby looking man with a mop of blonde hair stood on a street corner in Diagon Alley, shouting at anyone who passed within earshot. He wore a tired white T-shirt that hung poorly over his guant frame. His jeans were torn and muddy. The only part of him that didn’t seem coated in a thin layer of dust was his eyes. They seemed to glint, unnnaturally dewey and wide. Observation might tell you that they were bright with passion! Toxicology, however, would argue that the man was just incredibly high.

On the ground by his feet were stacks and stacks of newspapers. Judging by the ink stains that mottled his arms, they were freshly printed. He held a copy between his outstretched arms, brandishing it in the face of each passerby. The headline read “INVASIVE DOXY SUB-SPECIES THREATENS LOCAL ECOSYSTEMS”  in heavy font. 

“You there!” The man shouted suddenly. “Please, you need to read this.” He thrust a copy of the paper, titled The Quibbler , at the stranger. “Don’t you hear them screaming in the night? England’s Doxy populations are in grave danger, and their numbers are dropping by the minute!” He looked up imploringly into the other’s face, and licked a fleck of spittle from his upper lip. “Please. The Paper. Just one Knut, if you will.” 

Xenophilius had been at this street corner going on three hours now. The collection tin by his feet was empty. 

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Gabrielle had just finished dropping some tiramisu off to an old Italian widower that sold flowers in Diagon Alley. It was his birthday, as she had learned in one of their many conversations and his wife had always made him some for special occasions. It only seemed right that she make the kind florist some dessert after the countless times he’d saved the best flowers just for her.

And suddenly, a paper was being pushed in front of her face. The brunette jumped back in surprise. She had only just crossed the street and with all of the hustle and bustle of lunch hour, she hadn’t heard him shouting. “Screaming?” The teens face paled, her expression blossoming with concern. Then he spoke about the Doxy population. “Biting fairies?”

Her willowy fingers moved to her coin purse, pulling out a knut and offering it to him. “I didn’t read about this in the Prophet.” She murmured, “What is it that’s killing them? I know they aren’t the nicest of creatures, but they’re quite cute. They just don’t like to be handled, is all.” Gabrielle said sympathetically. 

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nicmulciber‌:

Nico had her in his sights for awhile. He had been watching a safe distance away and noted the movements. Quietly he counted how many times she moved the hair behind her ears. There were so many close calls she was oblivious to with her head stuck in that book. It didn’t take long to convince himself that he needed to do the right thing. Except the right thing by Mulciber standards wasn’t on par with anyone else’s as he came out of his hiding spot. He stopped abruptly because that was part of his plan. Just as he had hoped the tea splashes on him and collided with the ground. His brows knit in feigned confusion, as if this encounter had been a chance. “Oi, it’s alright Gab. What’s got your attention anyway?” The aggressive gruff altered to the back burner in his tone. “I’m fine, just a few spots of..tea. Nothing to cry over.”

Crimson flooded her cheeks as she looked at Nico, completely horrified with herself for being so careless. “I’m so so sorry, Nicolas. Did it burn you?” She quickly crouched down to examine the legs of his trousers, clutching her book to her stomach and stroking the spine with her thumb to change it’s contents. It wasn’t that she was reading anything bad, and the jacket of the book covered the real one seamlessly. But muggle books were not something she wanted to be caught reading. It was something she’d worked very hard to do, in order to disguise her books so they wouldn’t cause anyone any fuss. The pureblood romance books were far and few between, and many were not very interesting reads. The girl pulled her wand out with her free hand to remove the liquid from the fabric and pointed it gently at his legs, “Tergeo” She murmured, cleaning them, and then repeating the curse to clean up the to-go cup she’d been holding.

The girl stood, tucking her wand back into her pocket and looked down at her book. Her embarrassed expression softened, like the book could make the troubles of her life melt away. “It’s a love story,” She confessed softly, which was true for the original content, as well as the transfigured story. “And I’m just getting to the part that the characters are beginning to fall in love.” Her green hues flickered up to his own. Her cheeks darkened more deeply and she looked away, the chargin returning to her features. “It’s silly. Just a book.” Gabrielle murmured, a strand of hair falling into her eyes. “I’ll make it up to you with some sweets tomorrow? I could make macadamia nut cookies, I just got some white chocolate imported from Brazil. It’s supposed to be the best. Or napoleons? I haven’t made those in a while.” The brunette offered, desperate to make it up to him. And maybe hoping for an excuse to see him again before he went back to whatever had brought him to Diagon Alley. “It’s really the least I can do for being so rude.” Slender fingers moved through her hair nervously.

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osculumestmortis‌:

Alecto merely grazed the cover of the book with her fingers before turning her head to her cousin. “A love story, huh?” Alecto was not a believer in that kind of love. It was something she had not experienced, and frankly, it was something she didn’t see of use. In their world love could be seen as nothing less as the disruption of character. Once, when she was nine, maybe ten, she picked up one of those books. They described a man’s touch, how the woman fell into his arms, abandoning all that was important to her. She risked everything for a feeling. That concept seemed so strange to her. She understood family, for her, blood was thicker than water. She would have done what needed to be done for her brother. Not even her parents. They were older and therefore far less important than her and Amycus. But to love? To have yourself stripped off of all that is familiar to you? That wasn’t love, it was mischief in disguise. That was how people fell, how dynasties crumbled and wars were lost. People could say what they wanted, but in her eyes, they simply refused to see the truth - love was lies people told to each other. “Is that something that you long for?” She asks her onyx eyes studying the brunette girl. “I know your father wishes you have an arranged marriage. Is that what you seek in it?” When it came to Gabby, she was simply curious. Because of Stefan, she would never do anything that would initiate harm to her. Simply because most of the time respected him. Besides, Gabby was a pureblood and Alecto fully believed there was still something to come out of the girl. 

“Amycus wanted to come out and play.” She answered, dramatically rolling her eyes. “There was some shop keeper that done the nasty with a muggle or something of the sort. I really tuned it out after he started describing it to me.” She pointed towards one of the shops that she didn’t even care to know the name of. “He asked me to come. I was bored and decided why not. Though when I stepped my foot here, I immediately regretted my decision.” She scrunched her nose as they walked by yet another muggle. Turning her head in their direction she opened her mouth, pretending to bite at him. The man stepped back, shocked from her appearance before rushing off. A low chuckle left her throat as she turned back to her cousin. “What about yourself? Perhaps on your way to Knockturn Alley?” She half teased the other girl, knowing full well that was not where she was heading. 

Gabrielle’s cheeks flushed pink and she nodded, sensing Alecto’s hesitance about the book. “They’re my favorites.” She confessed softly, looking down at the cobbles beneath their feet. The younger witch had never felt so ashamed to admit that, but she could feel the impending disapproval. Love was not something she had an abundance of, but that she’d always dreamed of. Her father had abandoned her, her step father wanted little to do with the girl, her mother was never pleased with her unless she was achieving outlandish expectation, and those that heard her name often determined her worth before they knew her. The only unconditional love she knew was that of her brother. Even when she messed up, he might give her a lecture or correct her, but he didn’t stop caring about her. “My mother wishes to see me betrothed, my-my father is in agreeance.” She had referred to him as her father sometimes, but Gabrielle knew that he was not. He would always be her step father, as he took no claim to her, except in providing her with his name. “Yes,” She replied, though, she’d been thinking Of course.  “I want the person I’m to marry and spend my life with to love me. I know it’s something that will have to grow over time, but it would be a rather empty life without that.” It’s not like work could fill the void. Sure, she’d have children to adore, but that wouldn’t be the same either. How could someone that didn’t love her be a good father to their children. Look at her own father. Her step father. Neither of them had loved her mother and hadn’t given Gabrielle the time of day.

It was rare that the youngest Nott’s face was not flushed, so when the blood drained from her face, it was hard to hide. Especially in lieu of such crass statements. “Such details are hardly appropriate for us to be discussing in public, Alecto.” Gabby said softly, though, it wasn’t the topic of sex, despite the unpalatable name she’d given to the deed, that the girl felt sick over. She simply knew that her mother would have said it was not proper for a young lady to discuss such things in public and she clung to that. The idea of her step cousin harming a shop keeper, one that she possibly exchanged pleasantries with when she shopped, made her the contents of her stomach churn uncomfortably. “I came to buy a few things from the boutiques and get a coffee to surprise Stefan at work. He works so hard, I like to brighten his day when I can.” Her green eyes looked up at the other witch, offering her what she hoped was not a completely horrified look. “No, Knockturn Alley is not my cup of tea. I had an old man try to cling to me the last time I was there and what I can only imagine was a hag offer to trade me enchanted stones.”

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Alecto’s afternoons usually did not consist of her strolling around in Diagon Alley. In fact, she avoided it rather like the plague. She hated how mixed it was, the dirty mud blood walking around as if they belonged. It was as unsettling as someone having intercourse with such scum. Yet Amycus wanted something to do since there had been no direct orders from the Dark Lord for a couple of days, he was getting restless. As a dutiful twin, Alecto had to accompany him on such an adventure, even though the bloody dirtbag did not matter to her. This time, she let Amycus play alone, while she waited outside in the streets. 

Leaning against one of the windows, not caring for the constant knocking of the shop keeper, she watched the people passing by. Maybe if she got bored enough, she could find someone to pick. Unfortunately she was not allowed to be extreme on anyone, but a little play did not hurt anyone.  

Her eyes came upon her cousin, little Nott. Her black eyes, focused on the girl, oblivious to the world around her. It was almost amusing to see the other build a world around her that didn’t extend an invitation to anyone. Just as she moved to offer a, in her eyes, welcome, distraction, a dirty scum of a woman bumped into her cousin. With a twinkle in her soulless eyes, Alecto immediately appeared by the both of them, grabbing the woman by the back of her neck. “Perhaps if you no longer use your eyes, there is no need to have them.” Drawing out a wand, she whispered “Obscuro.” Blinding her immediately, Alecto smirked. It was only a charm to conjure a blindfold, and the others would be able to help. but for those few minutes, the woman is going to be in shock. At least until someone found her. 

Pushing the other out of their way, Alecto linked her arms with her cousin as if nothing had happened. “Little Nott. What world are you hiding in today?” 

Gabrielle felt the horror rise within her at how her cousin handled the situation. After all, if the youngest Nott had been paying attention, none of it would have happened. Instead, Alecto blamed the other and instilled terror. At least it was only a blindfold. The younger witch was able to mask her feelings, for the most part. It wasn’t like with Stefan, where Gabrielle could protest and receive a lecture and not think anything more of it. She suspected that Alecto wouldn’t be capable of seeing her cousin take blame over a muggleborn or half blood without turning it into a scarring lesson. Gabby forced herself to move along with the other witch and fall into step besides her. Not looking back to ensure the other woman got help. 

Slim fingers held the book out for her cousin to see. The cover showcased a love story written about two purebloods in medieval times. Gabrielle had acquired many pureblood approved book jackets over the years and had perfected the art of seamlessly transferring them to her not-so-approved books. She’d even found a charm similar to the Disillusionment Charm that made the contents of the book appear to be that of the one which she’d taken the jacket from. All she had to do was stroke the spine. With her thumb, she did just that, and now she’d have to mutter the incantation to change it back. “One of romance and a far away time.” She sighed, which, was very true for the actual book she’d been reading as well. 

Gabrielle had adored reading from the time she had learned. Books allowed her to slip away from the troubles of her life and experience a thousand other lives. Other worlds and times. Muggle life and muggle fantasies, wizarding fiction, and all of the romance that she could devour with her eyes.

“What are you doing in Diagon Alley, Alecto? I don’t see you here too often.” She inquired as the walked. Her cousin was much more extreme when it came to her purist beliefs. Not like Gabrielle, who could co-exist and pretend that she was better than others because of her name. But the younger of the two never felt like she was better. She wasn’t able to compare to most individuals she encountered, at least in her own head. 

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Gabrielle Nott

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The younger Nott sibling had found it a bit surprising, and rather nerve wracking, if she were being honest, that Evan had invited her out for coffee. It wasn’t that he’d been unkind to her in the past, actually, she enjoyed seeing him because he was very nice. But requesting her presence for a hot beverage on a rainy afternoon was not something she’d expected. And what was it? Was it meant to be a date? Just two friends meeting? Of course, she considered them friends, but the likelihood was that he thought only of her as an acquaintance. The thoughts swirled in her head as she’d spent too much time getting ready. She’d changed more than half a dozen times, attempting to find something that could be classified as both casual and dressy, depending on the situation. The fabric of the wrap dress didn’t hug her body, but hung slightly until she fixed it with a jeweled broach.

Despite the time it’d taken her to get ready, the girl was not late to meet Evan. Her fingers twisted in her brown tresses a bit nervously as she looked around for him, raising her free hand in a small wave one she spotted him. At least there hadn’t been time for her to worry if it had simply been a joke, or wonder if he was actually going to show up. Slender fingers retreated from her hair as she approached him, cheeks slightly flush from the nervousness she’d felt inside. “Good a,fternoon Evan. You haven’t been waiting long for me, have you?” Gabrielle asked, an apologetic smile on her lips and gaze fluttering to the floor. “I was most delighted to receive your invitation for coffee. Though, I do hope you don’t judge me too harshly if I get a tea instead.”

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