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She grinned, giving a shrug, “You never know, Jamie, you might surprise me. You’re improving, have you noticed?”
“Why thank you, m’lady,” he said cordially, analyzing the board. “Are you starting?”
“If you don’t mind, good sir.” Doe chewed at her bottom lip as she thought, her eyes flickering over the board before she made her move. After all these years, she still found it odd to speak her move rather than to move the pieces herself.
“Very much so, we need all the support we can get.” Doe nodded, quiet for a moment as she thought, “The fudge here is very tasty, particularly the rum and raisin sort. My father could vouch for the nougat, either.”
“Everyone does love fudge,” xe smiled, thoughtfully, “and I don’t think adding rum to anything ever hurt. Thanks for the idea. It’s amazing how many of the things we consider every day objects would surprise a muggle.”
“Truer words have never been spoken.” Fudge was Doe’s go-to gift for people she knew little about - that, or a nice quill and some new ink. After all, who didn’t love the feeling of using a quill for the first time? “No problem at all, if you ever need recommendations here I’m your girl. Oh I’m sure, I mean I can remember all of the things I was amazed by when I was first introduced to this, er, lifestyle.”
“I was just saying that the library closes in a minute, so you might want to gather your things.” Doe gave the girl a curious look, wondering why it was that she was falling asleep here.
“Right,” She said, supressing a yawn as she sat up and looked around at all of her things. “Thanks,” She said. She was trying to wake herself up and collect all her things at the same time. “Did you want something?” She asked.
She nodded at Alecto’s words, though her eyes narrowed slightly at her question. Rude. “I was going to offer a hand, if you wanted it.” Doe replied, feeling foolish but not entirely knowing why.
“Most important meal of the day, Rem.” She teased gently, following him towards the staircases, “That’s a fair point, it is your game after all. However;” she turned around to face him, walking backwards for a moment, “If you’re king of chess, I at least get to be queen of it.”
“It takes more than bacon to get me out of bed before eight,” he replied with a smile. “It’d be an honor to rule the chess kingdom with you,” Remus laughed, pausing for a moment to bow. “Your majesty,” he held out his arm for her to grab onto once he stood up.
“I’ve always been an early riser, I guess. Bacon is just an added bonus.” Her expression mimicked his, a smile spreading across her lips. His antics drew a laugh from her, genuine and loud and - according to Doe - slightly embarrassing, judging by the rush of pink to her cheeks. She curtseyed low and inclined her head in acknowledgement before rising and resting a hand atop his arm, “To the dining area, my dear Remus.” She adopted a mock-posh accent, grinning at their ridiculousness.
“It’s a good thing you’re so modest, Gid.” Doe rolled her eyes, though a fond smile captured her expression. She moved A4 to A6, eyes flickering over the board for a moment as she mentally flicked through her strategies.
“Modest like a Goddess,” he says, chewing his lip, moving B1 to A3. He doesn’t really carefully consider it; in all honesty, he was quite terrible at chess, to prone to making snap decisions without fully considering it tactically.
She suppressed a laugh at the expression, filing it away quietly for future use. Doe made her move after a moment of scrutiny, smiling fondly at the flippancy with which Gideon played. “Talk to me, Gid, how are things? Any news?”
“It’ll happen right around the time that I turn into a stick of butter.” Doe smiled, taking a sip of the Butterbeer in her hands, “It’s hard to resist, when it’s chilly outside.”
“Man sticks of butter sound less pleasant than an apple.” he whispered, not intentionally meaning to. “But yes, I agree…I almost went for the warm will wit honey but you know—didn’t want to fall asleep on the walk back.”
She gave a soft laugh, “Agreed, an apple sounds a lot less greasy and melty than a stick of butter.” Doe nodded, “Probably a good idea, then, who knows where you’d wake up if you fell asleep out there.”
T E E N A G E G I R L S + M Y T H O L O G Y: Athena
She has a private school education and intelligence rivalling that of her teachers. Answers to the latest pop quiz are written out in her neat scribble, passed beneath desks to her friends and sold for a profit to others. Outspoken, she is the leader of the pack, the one who creates the rules and dishes out the punishments when they’re broken. Her steely gaze seeks out only the finest art, becoming lost in paintings with a whimsical sigh. She takes cares of her own, a mother hen with a bite, and vows justice for those who dare hurt her girls.
C H A R A C T E R A E S T H E T I C – ( ; the savant )
strange about learning; the farther i go the more i see that i never knew even existed. a short while ago i foolishly thought i could learn everything - all the knowledge in the world. now i hope only to be able to know of its existence, and to understand one grain of it. is there time? [x]
Ambition is not a dirty word. Piss on compromise. Go for the throat. “
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dublin, mumbai, tel aviv
Dublin: Do you believe in soul mates?Absolutely. I like to think that there’s somebody for everybody, and it’s well worth waiting for that somebody.
Mumbai: What is your favorite scent?When it comes to perfumes I like warm scents, more on the woody side than floral. In general, though, I love the smell of a new roll of parchment.
Tel Aviv: What is your favourite thing about your family?answered previously
Los Angeles, Tel Aviv, and Sorrento
Los Angeles: What would you change about yourself?My pedantry, I think. It makes me work harder and work for longer, but it’d be nice not to care so much about all the little details. Other than that, I wouldn’t mind changing my height - I hear being able to reach things is a blast.
Tel Aviv: What is your favourite thing about your family?I like how fair my family is, I like it a lot. It doesn’t matter who you are, under my parents’ roof you can have your say before an opinion of you is formed.
Sorrento: What is your weakness?Boys that smell good.Genuinely, though? Not knowing quite when to shut up. If you know me, you’ll know that much.
Pretty City Asks
London: How do you take your tea?
Paris: Describe your favorite kiss.
Dublin: Do you believe in Soul mates?
Oslo: What keeps you warm?
Amsterdam: What is your ideal night out?
Los Angeles: What would you change about yourself?
Milan: How do you think others describe you?
Prague: What is your favorite season?
New York City: What gets you up in the morning?
Hong Kong: What is your earliest childhood memory?
Tel Aviv: What is your favorite thing about your family?
Las Vegas: Have you ever broken a heart?
Madrid: Describe your aesthetic.
Chicago: What do you ache for?
Toronto: Describe your ideal partner.
Sorrento: What is your weakness?
Cairo: Whats your favorite quote?
Budapest: What tattoo do you want?
Mumbai: What is your favorite scent
Stockholm: What scares you?
“I swear if I have one more mug of cider I’ll turn into a damn apple.” Amos chuckled, thanking the waitress but ultimately slide his mug away from him
“It’ll happen right around the time that I turn into a stick of butter.” Doe smiled, taking a sip of the Butterbeer in her hands, “It’s hard to resist, when it’s chilly outside.”
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“—stop apologising, holy shit, it’s okay,” Marlene insisted, shaking her head at the kid who’d managed to knock her over. She supposed exasperation was not the best way to assuage someone’s guilt, but it was relatively fond, and significantly more patient of a reaction than some of her friends’ would have been. Mary was the dorm sweetheart, anyway.
Once the kid finally stopped apologising and was dragged away by his Ravenclaw friend with as little patience as Marlene, she blew some strands of hair out of her face and wiped her jeans down one last time before joining Dorcas where she was examining a shelf of knick knacks for costume-related potential accessories.
“I thought I was going to have to hex his mouth shut,” Marlene grumbled, though largely good-naturedly, before swooping to inspect an owl brooch two shelves down. “Yeah or nah?” she asked, bringing it back up for Dorcas’ attention.
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The smell of mothballs and old clothes swirled through the open door to greet her as Doe stepped into the shop, and her nose crinkled in distaste. The bangles on her arm clicked together as she rifled through the racks of clothes, not quite sure what she was looking for, though she'd know it when she saw it.
After a minute or two of looking in vain, she turned to ask Marlene a question and realised that she’d been alone since she entered. Doe caught sight of her friend through the grubby window and couldn’t help but smile as she watched the scene play out. A few moments more and Marlene was pushing through the door to follow her. “Looks like he really fell for you.” She couldn’t resist the joke, hiding her grin by turning towards the racks of dresses in front of her. A long, pale gown caught her eye and she rubbed a finger across the skirt of it, grimacing at the texture. Definitely not. At Marlene’s words she turned again, giving a triumphant smile when her gaze swept across the piece of jewellery in her hand. “Yes.” Her reply was definite as she turned the brooch over in her hands, and it glittered in the dim lighting.
“No need for the venom, I was just passing it down.” Doe replied shortly, “Thanks for the friendly suggestion.”
“Right.” Rodolphus scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Please tell me why you would pass that to me when we aren’t friends? It just seems a little presumptuous.”
“Perhaps because our table was done with it and you’re sitting closest to me - there’s no hidden meaning, Rodolphus, you can move on now.”
“Ooh, looks who’s confident today.” Doe arched a brow, smiling, “I’ll let you take the first move, then.”
“I’m confident every day, it’s a side effect of being this beautiful,” Gideon says with a chuckle, “Alright, I’ll take it,” he grins, moving G2 to G4, his eyes fixed on hers as he smirks.
“It’s a good thing you’re so modest, Gid.” Doe rolled her eyes, though a fond smile captured her expression. She moved A4 to A6, eyes flickering over the board for a moment as she mentally flicked through her strategies.
Doe took the box of sugar quills with a grateful smile, “Thanks, maybe I should get you to come around with me and be my arm extension,” she joked, “you could call it community service for the vertically challenged.”
“That does sound like a noble cause to dedicate my time to,” xe smiled as xe browsed the wide array of candy the store had to offer. “Hey, do you know any good candies that aren’t obviously connected to magic? I’m trying to find something for a friend.”
“Very much so, we need all the support we can get.” Doe nodded, quiet for a moment as she thought, “The fudge here is very tasty, particularly the rum and raisin sort. My father could vouch for the nougat, either.”
