little sparrow

marisol abbott. sixteen. ravenclaw. pureblood. clipped wings. She is rotting quietly under her skirts with a melancholy smile, like the odour of violets given off by a decomposing body.

[marisolabbott-blog]

( eddiebcnes: )

          MAGICAL. An apt description for the stars and the universe which contained them. Eddie’s smile broadened, exceedingly pleased to realise that she, too, understood. Astronomy was such an overlooked subject, and undeservingly so. Really, how could anyone not be fascinated by space? How could anyone not fall in love with the vast, endless possibilities it presented?

          They nodded in response to her question, but wondered if Marisol had managed to interpret their pointing out that this project was for class. Eddie pointed a finger at her, then raised their eyebrows expectantly (HOW COME YOU’RE NOT?).

Marisol had become an expert in reading between the lines over the years, in reading body language and what went unsaid. A skill she picked up to survive in the atmosphere that she’d grown up in. It had helped her get out of dicey situations before and now it was nice to be able to use it for things that were far more friendly in nature for she did wish to properly communicate with Eddie. So she incorporated them to get a gist of what they were saying, or least make a noble attempt at it.

“What, me? I do like astronomy, but I didn’t think of joining the club because, well, I wasn’t sure I’d really belong. I never joined any clubs. Truth be told. But do you think I should? Or even could, rather? I don’t even know if there’s a time restriction on these things or if I can just show up.”

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( alexandraflints: )

“Yes, Firewhiskey. Do you work here?”

"Right.” Marisol didn’t bother questioning that she knew Alexandra wasn’t old enough to drink. If she’d already been given a first, clearly the bartender did not care. Not too surprising, considering the girl’s family status. That seemed to be all that mattered in the wizarding world anymore. Rather than any actual merit. “Uh, yeah. Would be kind of odd if I was just going around bringing people drinks for fun, wouldn’t it?”

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( alexandraflints: )

“—yes, please, come take this seat i don’t recall inviting you to.”

"I wasn’t about to sit down. I was only stopping by to ask if you needed a refill.”

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( purelyregulus: )

Regulus wasn’t at all surprised to hear her agree to go with him- he expected most girls would appreciate the offer. Not that it was one of pity, he simply knew his standing in the elite world of ancient magical families. And why shouldn’t a Black attend with an Abbott? It made perfect sense to him, despite not knowing all to much about her. She was a  Ravenclaw, he knew that much, which was ideal considering that her house was respected  enough and they and Slytherin were on pretty neutral grounds. He wouldn’t have to risk  running into his brother, and when the night was over, he could return to the safety of his  common room and nothing would have changed. Goign with someone of his own house  could likely lead to far more teasing than he was ready to deal with at the moment.  “I’ll do my best to be a bit more entertaining than a musical instrument, I promise,” he  grinned, “at least I know I can dance better than one.”

They were both doing the same thing: considering why the choice of each other was smart. Marisol acknowledged that Regulus wasn’t much of a risk. She knew that the Blacks had been experiencing their fair of drama with the eldest running off and practically denouncing the family name, but what family wasn’t under pressure with the threat of an imminent war on the horizon? Their world was bleak, oppressing, and why shouldn’t they be afforded at least the nicety of a simple ball? Why did pressures have to exist even then? It was as if they existed in a black hole that sucked out of the light from them. Even the most simple of pleasures. Marisol had no answers for her pressing questions, so she shook the negativity from her head. “I’m going to hold you to that. I do love to dance,” she teased, as if there was any actual competition. “It’s a date then. I look forward to it.”

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( glendachittvck: )

—- “my my, doesn’t EVERYONE look absolutely d a r l i n g  tonight? milan was like nothing else over the holidays, but being here in time for new years is so very, v e r y  worth it.”

"You are included among that, you realize? You look dazzling, though I hear Milan has a skyline to die for.” A dreamy look glazed over Marisol’s expression. “Ugh, and don’t even get me started on what I’ve seen of the architecture. How could you pass something like that up?”

[marisolabbott-blog]

( purelyregulus: )

Regulus didn’t pay much attention to the school functions that he wasn’t in,  apart from having to know when some students would be out later than normal and that he shouldn’t give them detention if they were going back from a meeting. But he supposed it was fun if you were into that sort of thing. He could play the  piano, something he’d done to keep himself entertained as a child, but he had no personal intention of doing it in front of anyone for any reason.      “A guitar? That’s not a proper date. I don’t have one either, yet..” He waited another moment before deciding to just go ahead and ask- they were  certainly worse people he could attend a dance with.       “So Marisol.. would you like to go with me? no point in us both going                     alone.”

      Marisol wasn’t involved in many clubs herself, but she found them to be a nice      distraction. They kept her mind off of other things. Including the fact that her       father was pressing now more than ever for her to be more vocal in the       pureblood community. She blamed his fascination with the Dark Arts that       had always struck a fearful chord in her heart. Yet, here was Regulus Black,       son of one of the most renowned, sacred families, asking her to the ball. She       wasn’t quite sure what brought on the request, but she wasn’t about to question       his intentions. This one seemed harmless enough. Smiling painting on her lips,       she nodded her head in his direction enthusiastically. “I’d love to. I imagine you’ll       make for a better, more conversational dancing partner than my guitar.” She tried       to maintain her cool and contain her excitement, brushing her bangs out of her        face to continue to smile prettily. 

[marisolabbott-blog]

( scamanderrr: )

“The hall looks absolutely amazing, goodness! Isn’t this so exciting?“

“It’s very festive!  Just the right kind of ambiance for winter, don’t you think?”

[seygabriels]

There’s something I really enjoy about girls who have strength that they haven’t really found yet, but they’re still in the process of finding. That’s sort of how I am.

[marisolabbott-blog]

( purelyregulus: )

      “Oh, I will,” he assured her with a smirk. He glanced back down at his book as he waited for  her to get settled, thinking about the homework he  was supposed to be finishing before the weekend.       “You’re playing with the choir? That’s..                                   nice.”       he waited another moment before adding. “speaking of the Ball, are you going with anyone?

    Starting to idly tune her guitar, Marisol nodded somewhat sheepishly.     She knew that not many in the school considered the choir to be a     big deal  but she was getting to compose her own piece, so it was     exciting for her. And likely the only thing to look forward to with the ball.    “No,” she admitted softly, shrugging as if it wasn’t an issue. Even if it     would be nice. It was something she chalked up to be another one of     her daydreams. “Guess I’ll have my guitar as my date. What about you?”

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( purelyregulus: )

Regulus glanced down at the instrument, pausing for a moment in debate.  “So long as you don’t sound like something  d y i n g, you’ll be fine.” An idea was forming in his head with the school event coming up. Marisol had a good last name and she wasn’t  unpleasant, though perhaps a bit spacey at times.

Adjusting her guitar around her form, Marisol shook her head modestly. “Considering I’ve been playing it for awhile, I certainly hope I sound better than the Fat Lady, but if it starts to bother you, you can let me know.” She wasn’t out for trouble, never was. Merely looking for a place to practice, she wasn’t expecting anything out of the ordinary. “The, um, the New Years Ball is coming up and the choir is putting on a show so I volunteered to play a little something..”

[marisolabbott-blog]

( indirapatil: )

“Karma needs to hurry the fuck up,” she quipped before letting a slight grin curl at her lips. “Yeah, that’s true. Wouldn’t exactly be Hogwarts if it didn’t feel old and full of stone all the time. You know, I might actually miss this place when we graduate. I can’t believe we only have one year left.”

"I’ve gotten used to the feel of it over the years. And I think I’ll miss it too because I’ll miss seeing everyone everyday. There’s a routine to it and it’s insane we’ve already gone through six years. I don’t even know what I want to do after all of this is over, so I would appreciate it if time would slow down.” 

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( purelyregulus: )

“Oh, Marisol.” Regulus replied, noticing whom it was he was talking to finally. “It’s alright, you can stay.”

Cautiously stopping in her retreat, Marisol canted her head to the side. “...are you sure? I wouldn’t want to disturb you. I have some things I wanted to work on, and it might get a little loud.” She indicated to the guitar in her hands.

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( purelyregulus: )

“If you could just not be here right now,                        That’d be lovely.”

Beginning to back up, Marisol bowed her head. “    Sorry. I didn’t realize someone was already here.”

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( incrassatum: )

—- dumbfounded, narcissa’s rather displeased expression descended into one of momentary confusion. and then, she felt a flash of anger bubble at the back of her throat. narcissa blinked at her, brows furrowed. “what do you THINK you’re,” ——— doing. the other girl’s words cut her own off, and drew out a small, “oh.” she rubbed at her forehead, muscles previously tensed relaxing. “thank you.” narcissa relented, more out of habit than anything. ( niceties were essential when other purebloods were concerned. ) even if it was good intentioned, narcissa still detested being touched, and even worse, the assumption that she couldn’t handle herself. “marisol, is it? i appreciate it. the disregard for personal space here is astounding.” 

This was why Marisol was sure to drop her hand as soon as she was sure that Narcissa and her were in the clear. She understood the need for personal space when touching was unwelcome, though she seemed to be more bold about standing up for others in the heat of the moment than herself. She was almost surprised at herself, really, that she hadn’t been too paralyzed to do anything. Nodding, she folded her arms around her body. “Yeah. And you’re Narcissa, Narcissa Black.” She knew the names of purebloods well. Her father would like for her to be better acquainted to them than she was, but she had never found it in her to do so. “You would think that etiquette lessons would include matters of personal space. But it seems to be a mere afterthought to many people. You’re alright though?”

[marisolabbott-blog]

( praedxtor: )

The sudden interruption was unpleasant to say the least but Norah paused in her reading to look up and find one of her roommates asking her for something. It took a moment for the request to register but she placed a pleasant smile on her face nonetheless. “Marisol, you have to be more assertive, if you were sitting here than demand the spot back. You’re too apologetic.” It was advice she’d been trying to give the fellow Ravenclaw for years.

Putting on a guilty expression, Marisol shrugged helplessly. “I know. But it’s harder than you or Indira make it look. The being assertive thing.” Mae was good at it too. Independent, fierce. Marisol couldn’t pull it off. “I mean, fighting over the seat just doesn’t seem like a big deal either, you know? It’s just...easier to find somewhere else to sit than try and make a fuss about it, I guess.”

[marisolabbott-blog]

( eddiebcnes: )

         Fascinated, Edgar watched the girl knit for a moment, their gaze observing the intricate paths traced by her busy hands. There was a certain calming quality to it, something that couldn’t be found in charmed needles. (Maybe this was her thing, just like theirs was art.)

          Mirroring her smile with a wry one of their own, Eddie shook their head. They pointed to the top of the parchment, where it read EDGAR BONES — ASTRONOMY.

Typically, Marisol was working on her songs or her poetry, but Christmas was going up which meant that she took out the needle and thread more often. She couldn’t afford much, but she liked to show her friends that she appreciated with them, so she made them things. 

Glancing over their paper, she grinned broadly. “The stars are so magical, aren’t they? Twinkling from afar, so far off, yet they seem so close sometimes. Are you in Astronomy Club then? I hear they do some pretty cool things.”

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( alexandraflints: )

Alexandra rolled her eyes; the girl was growing more tiresome by the second. “It was on one seat. If you were saving seats, you should have hoarded one for yourself and one for a companion. Nevertheless, this conversation is over, I think.”

"I hadn’t just...” Marisol trailed, shaking her head. There was no point in wasting her breath. As much as she knew it was her conceding to defeat to the other girl, she merely said, “Fine. I think so too.” As if agreeing made her seem any stronger in the situation when she turned and walked away.