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I watch the work of my kin bold and boyful, Toying somewhere between love and abuse, Calling to join them the wretched and joyful, Shaking the wings of their terrible youths, Freshly dissolved in some frozen devotion
And to ease this confusion, Iâll wander the concrete, Wonder if better now having survived, Jarring of judgement and reasons defeat, The sweet heat of her breath in my mouth I'm alive.
TVD meme - six quotes [2/6] I know what youâre going to say; âIt makes them feel better, Damon.â So what? For how long? A minute, a day? What differences does it make? Because in the end, when you lose somebody; every candle, every prayer is not going to make up for the fact that the only thing that you have left is a hole in your life where that somebody that you cared about used to be.
Slytherin Dungeons ⧠01.09.77.
Faint memories of a friendship that was not to be, Evan studies her intently. Fascinated by the displayed emotions that are held with such control. So ver different from the vicious serpentresses in the castle was she, Lucinda, and thus the had found amusement in her many years ago. She was fascinating to watch. A girl born out of politics and with such thrust upon her. Yes, she had been a fascination of his, indeed, as she had moved closer. She had presented something different, and it caused for a new charade to be played. Yet, she had not fallen to his game. Matching with each step as she moved away. Ah! How humours of her.
â A fascinating woman is she, Lady Talkalot. Holding her head above many yet talking with effortless grace about matters many do not dare to touch upon. I would like to admit myself to be a fan of her strategies. â
He speaks as if he knows far more than he does. A spider atop his web connecting new threads in order to make the web bigger, more refined. Letting his prey step into his parlour ââ & then become yet another one of his chess pieces. But, Lucindaâs resistance was what had always intrigued him. Amusing him even more as she nabs at him with words of insincerity.
 â Now, miss Talkalot, do not spread lies about minds that you do have no ability to look into. It may cause yourself to look careless, and I dare say that is the last you wish the world to think of you. -ââ I would never let my words be short of sincerity when I speak of marvellous women, such as your dear mother is concerned. â
If it were another person daring to poke at the young woman's sly temperament, she may have retaliated with an unforgiving shrug, ceasing the closed-circle of a conversation at once; but it was not an ordinary soul / so clean, he is, shards of pure crystal grazing by the soft hairs of her graceful arms / the looming influence. Although she indentifies his nature, indefinitely encouraged by a hiss of the discomforted mind, Lucinda remains as always, poised in the armchair with no indication of deserting her seat. A contradiction in all its forms ( how stubbornness befalls upon the most diplomatic of snakes ), but he truly is deserving of defiance in the smallest instances, if not right up the--
âHer reputation needs no more assurance than that of any other member of my family--is all the understanding I had hoped to hear from you. As us dutiful beings are well aware, disguised mockery tends to go unchecked among decorated, green tongues. You'll have to forgive me if I offend. I'll even go as far as to offer equal advice concerning carelessness, since we're touching on the subject: you also cannot afford to think that my cautious inclinations are meant to specifically maim your ego.â
& yet assigning false perceptions about each other to each other only lasts so long in fun. The one valid note that he has picked up on, however, is of the ancient pride continuing to beat in blood-red rhythm within her.
âWould you admit to being a 'fan' of her strategies from afar or should I be disturbed by your overt admiration?â
Quidditch is a wizarding sport played on broomsticks. It is the most popular game among wizards and witches.
The game is played by two teams of seven people & involves four balls. The Keeper guards the goal posts, while the three Chasers score goals with the Quaffle by tossing it into one of the opposing teamâs three goal posts. The two Beaters keep the Bludgers away from their team and hit the Bludgers towards the opposing team, and the Seeker catches the Golden Snitch to end the game. The team whose Seeker catches the Snitch is awarded 150 points, but this does not necessarily mean they will win if the other team still has more points after the Snitch is caught.
The object of the game is to score more points than your opponents. Each goal is worth ten points and catching the Snitch is worth one-hundred fifty points. The game ends when the Snitch is caught or an agreement is reached between the captains of both teams. Some games can go on for many days if the Snitch is not caught.
Witch || Shapeshifter || Werewolf
WITCHÂ Â â Â / /Â answered
SHAPESHIFTER: What would you change about yourself?
âWhat is there to change in a Talkalot? The very notion that Iâm in need of fixing is laughable.â
Except that even the most resolute of people are viable for improvement: Give my mind rest. Allow my confidence to seep into the future, for without its guidance I am lost. The vivacity of the brightest star eventually dies out, gradually dimming as its surroundings overwhelm and conquer. I recognize this fearsome fate, no less inescapable by those with immeasurable power as by others without a flameâs flicker to lead them through reality. Forgive me for feeling doubtful of finding happiness in ( your ) dreams.
WEREWOLF:Â If you had to spend your life with just one person, who would it be?
âAh, I would only know until such a person makes themselves a part of my life...â
Although distinctive spirits, contagious and likely to stimulate a hunger ( either identifiable at once or thrillingly abstract ) under her skin, catch her interest more often than not. She is young, and to already trouble herself with thoughts of forever ( which must only lie in her political path ) would be unwise.
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WITCH:Â If you could change one thing about the world, what would it be?
âLife isnât easily altered. Itâs that difficulty to change, actually, that I would like to make right of. Continuously, people inhabiting the Earth follow routine and fail to rejuvenate their surroundings in ways that would do many of us grand favors. I would be the catalyst for a long-awaited metamorphosis of timeâb i g g e r, understanding of all.
The world shouldnât be so stubborn to adapt accordingly ( and reformâindividually or in society as a whole) .â
John Keats, âEndymionâ
The Corridors â Sept. 3rd, 1977
He offered a smile, huffing in agreement. â I believe in that wholeheartedly. I cannot imagine what storm will be brewing inside the house due to the â-disappointment of the weather outside. â He was being generous with that explanation; it would surely be a long day if flying could not be accomplished today, for he would have to deal with others besides James on that front.Â
âEither way, it would be more convenient for the rain to occur during class. It would set the tone during that time rather than now, wouldnât it?â
Clouds thicken in weight, timid greys shading the mushrooming fluff. âAt least Iâll find comfort in knowing that others are sharing my sadness⊠and I promise that I mean that in a sympathetic way. Admirable, I would think, it is to have people recalling their best memories of Hogwarts under the sun. Even better if many were just as ready to try and bring those nostalgic thoughts into a reality as I was. A lady would feel less alone in that sense.Â
Thatâs what I had wanted to say.â Harboring no shame from disclosing her true reflections, she happily conversed with the Gryffindor. It isnât a secret to any House how a lover of the outdoors is disastrously affected by an unexpected chill in the wind, and somethingâby sparse observation of the freckled lionâtells her that the other wouldnât make too quick of a fuss over her musings any time soon.
âSure, although I donât particularly like the hassle of casting a water protection spell in order to safely cover the courtyardâs distance between classes. Donât get me wrong; the rain can be refreshing after so much heat, but savoring the last light of our 7th year summer has become a priority for me.â
Ï Monsters-themed Asks!
Vampire: Someone offers you a chance at immortality. Do you take it, and why or why not?
Werewolf: If you had to spend your life with just one person, who would it be?
Witch: If you could change one thing about the world, what would it be?
Ghost: Do you have any regrets?
Frankenstein: Is someone telling you how to live your life, or are you an independent person?
Mummy: If you were to fall into an eternal sleep, do you think anyone would miss you?
Zombie: Do you miss anyone right now?
Faerie: If you could get away with anything, what would you do?
Nymph: What are you like when youâre by yourself?
Mermaid: How far would you go to keep the one you love?
Shapeshifter: What would you change about yourself?
Banshee: If you knew one of your loved ones/best friends had only one day left to live, how would you spend that last day with them?
Siren: If you could make anyone do anything, what would you make them do?
Genie: If you had one wish that would come true and couldnât be reversed, what would you ask for?
Fury: What is a word/phrase that you dread to hear?
Incubus: What would someone have to do to get in your pants?
Succubus: Whatâs one thing you canât live without?
The Corridors â Sept. 3rd, 1977
A sigh tittering on the edge of parted lips, a mixed expression of boredom and despondence staring out of the window quickly turned to one of indifference at the new arrival.
â And I was just thinking the same thing. â
The urge to fly had been tugging at him insistently ever since his arrival.
Commonality between the crestfallen souls rests in their manifestations, birthed by free winds and voracious desires. In the sky, she had found herself in unison with the blue and white--an equal to otherworldly matters. Despite long trials of time used to develop new habits, life on earth, although never able to match the significance of being above, is treated with a similar concept of living wholly. People capable of discovering the same majesty hidden in the air that she holds close to heart were especially worthy of respect. In her mind, being unified by means of liberation is important in identifying noble and/or unique characters. The Potter fellow happened to fall into that esteemed category.
Biting back the tease usually aimed at her Quidditch opponent, Lucinda allows them both to wallow a little longer in discontent.
Finally, taking a short step backwards, she replies, âA part of me wants to blame myself. There's no logic in it, but because I left mid-chapter readings, I almost feel as if it's a kick-in-the-arse in order to drive me back to the Dungeons.â
Familiar with the Gryffindor's mischief, a curious glance is cast in his direction, âI can't imagine what you might've done this time to upset the heavens.â
( THE GREAT HALL ⧠01/09/77 )
ââ- âWhat a truly fascinating theory. Do you have evidence to back it up?â
âMy reliability is all the support I need. Wouldn't you agree?
& after seeing them squirm excitedly in response to your vocal attention, I would believe that you needn't any more evidence. The pubescent odor of foolishness drizzled in mild anxiety even goes as far as to convince me that the Raven-haired 'Claws have taken a deluded fancy towards you.â
the corridors â sept. 3rd, 1977
A feigned curl of soft lips plaster her features as the serpent allows her observation to roll from her tongue. Clouds suffuse the air above them, while saltry ambience fills the hallways; the warming air, the cool patter upon concrete floor & ââ- was the viper addressing her with kindness? It was unheard of.Â
â Maybe itâll clear up if youâre lucky. Some say the weather reflects the mood ââ- & so iâll expect youâll have to take that up with them. â
âIf that were true, the skies would have been cloudless and the temperature much unlike this icky excuse of an atmosphere. Or it might just be that the weather and I aren't in tune with one another--and, really, that thought makes me sadder than these little droplets do,â pensive tone entangling with the growing waves of heat, knuckle absentmindedly tapping a water-patterned section of glass.
span>Not many lionesses tread lightly in the company of Lucinda's kin, and it was exactly that type of unique air that caused immediate recognition to ring in the Slytherin's calculating mind. The colorful fires that Evans frequently set ablaze in many occasions held a form of strength that she completely respected, knowing well that only those with talent and morality embedded into their souls were worthier than any other being. Living in a House that often undervalued the importance of those qualities encouraged an eternal presence of such vital intuition to stay within her. Thus, her disheartened eyes do not flicker with any amount of prejudice as they reflect in the other's emerald.
âWhat, as in a battle against the natural forces? I may be adept at Defense, but I'd like to keep from instigating a winter drought or summer blizzard, thank you.â
Assuming a comradeship with the Gryffindor would be the best strategy to take...
the rim.
of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson,
and your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.â
- you will hear thunder, anna akhmatova
The Corridors â Sept. 3rd, 1977
He had given the Slytherin a wide berth as she came running down the hall, looking out when she did to witness the darkening sky. His lips pulled thinâif there was rain, there would be a moody James later on that afternoon. â Perhaps itâll hold off until tonight.â
Hearing a voice answer her, she allows herself a second longer to deal with her disappointment before settling her gaze onto the Gryffindor. Lucinda had been looking forward to feeling the comfort found within the refreshing wind's embrace. Her eager ascent above the earth would've been just enough to remind her of the happiness she often sought after during her stay at Hogwarts. Missing the opportunity to fly truly stuck her in the heart.
âBelieve me, it'd be better for us all if it did. There's no fiercer force to be reckoned with than that of a person denied the thing they love most,â she remarks, half in jest and half in honesty.
The Corridors â Sept. 3rd, 1977
A leisurely pace turns into a hasty sprint, view of the nearest window sinking the flyer's soul.
âOh, sweet Merlin, please don't let that be a rain cloud.Â
Why the weather couldn't have been generous this afternoon is beyond me.â
( THE GREAT HALL ⧠01/09/77 )
ââ- âFirst years are always so optimistic and perky.
Annoying snot-nosed brats.â
âCareful -- they smell fear.
Any visible indication that the little nuisances are getting to you will motivate them to continue their antics.â
