Madame god damn

Arie Caet Valoise||Slytherine||17||7th Year

[missarievaloise-blog]

Sick and Tired of Being Sick and Tired||Arie & Lucinda

[lucindaa-kelly]

  The coldest day of the year had fast approached, and Lucinda had been dreading it’s arrival. She knew the advantages of it all, the snow, hot chocolate and all the good things about winter. They were all well known advantages of the season, but as Lucinda trudged through the snow after a Quidditch Practice that only went for ten minutes before her Captain had to cancel it, Lucinda wasn’t sure the advantages were fully worth it.

Her plan for the day was to head over to the Slytherin Common Room and sit with Arie for a majority of the day, and that’s exactly what she was doing. Unfortuently, her best friend was sick, but in a way that just made most of their conversations more funny as Arie spoke with a funny voice from her illness. “Well, you do get chicken soup later.” Lucinda said, trying to make the elder witch feel just a little bit better.

[missarievaloise-blog]

Arie felt bad that Lucinda hadn't been able to go to Quidditch practice, truly bad. It wasn't something that she had ever wanted to happen because she knew that her best friend loved the sport more than air. Yet beneath that layers and layers of sickness that enveloped her the only thing the seventh year could find was crankiness. "I don't want chicken soup, I want to go to that party that Abbott is having in the Room of Requirement." Her voice had developed a shrill edge to it were it faded into oblivion as a sign that she was losing it. 

Sighing as she sucked down another half of her mug full of tea, Arie rose up and moved to hug Lucinda, stopping herself before she made the movement however. "Aww fuck, I can't even hug you for being a good friend!" Turning away from her company, the Slytherine went over to a chest by the fire and pulled out a box for firewhiskey cauldrons and a spin board. With a grin on her lips, she held them out to Luc. Her friend was underage and she knew that, but no one in the commonroom would care or bear witness for fear of themselves. "Let's play?"

[vladimir-kronamic]

"I don’t think birthdays are that big of a to be honest" he shrugged drawing on his fag.

[missarievaloise-blog]

"I guess that depends who you're speaking to. Spoiled brats love them. I think they're useless." Because you've never had one, Arie thought sarcastically, shrugging her shoulders. "So how old are you now?"

[vladimir-kronamic]

"Shit its 22nd of January, I forgot my birthday" he said to himself looking at his watch a bi confused.

[missarievaloise-blog]

"How exactly does one forget their own birthday?" Arie inquired, unable to help the giggle that poured from her lips.

[lucindaa-kelly]

Arie + Lucinda {Brotp} // M O O D B O A R D // 6/000

❝A friend is someone who knows all about you and still loves you❞

[six-shadesofyellow]

  Well, that’s not the full truth. 

[missarievaloise-blog]

And how could you possibly be so sure? We've never spoken before right now, I don't even know your name.

[missarievaloise-blog]

Sick and Tired of Being Sick and Tired||Arie & ...

Things were freezing cold in the castle, so frigid that even as she sat before the fire, Arie shook. The commonroom was always her favourite place to be at, even moreso than the boathouse that she so adored, but at the moment the freezing in her bones was a caveat in her affection. It was pouring rain outside and she could hear the wind howling through the castle as it always did when the heavens opened and water came down in sheets as it was now. The girl dragged a furry blanket from off the corner of her loveseat and wrapped herself in tightly. A tickle touching her nose, she inhaled several large breaths before they all came out in a sneeze.

"Fucking hell! I hate being sick. Cold's are such a goddamn muggle issue, and with madame Pomfrey away from the weekend I have no choice but to deal with it." Arie complained to her company heatedly, kicking at the side of her chair as she played with a lose string on the edge of the blanket. 

[matthiashollows-deactivated2015]

I shoved one off. Hope they’re okay.

[missarievaloise-blog]

Well how far was the drop?

That, along with the factor of what they were hitting would be relevant. And if they fell through any ghosts.

[lucindaa-kelly]

Is it bad that I still do that sometimes? 

[missarievaloise-blog]

It's kinda cute, actually.

-Offering the other girl a bite of her popsicle, Arie shook her head.- And totally something you would do. There's so many things going on in your little head.

[jemeccleston-deactivated2016010]

They’re only first years.

[missarievaloise-blog]

I'm sorry, I wasn't aware that being young attributed to stupidity.

[missarievaloise-blog]

Well would you look at that? Another one of them forgot the stairs move. These people.

[missarievaloise-blog]

lilyofslytherin:

" —I had nothing to do with that explosion. Just remember that.”

I'm sorry, aren't you LILY Potter? Friends with Mirabelle? The one who always gets in trouble. How do you expect people to believe that?

[missarievaloise-blog]

Students Out Of Bed || Arie and Nikolai

[nikolaisc]

  This was his place. That was rather well known throughout the school; that the seventeen year old, pale faced male with an attitude similar to a bulldog when protecting and therefore stating his territory. It’s small, neat and clean corner towards the back of the huge facility, a blanket and a pillow tucked behind a couple of books placed on one of the bottom shelves that are pressed to the wall. There’s very few people that Nikolai can tolerate enough to have them around this tiny corner of the school, he’s not that rude to others but when it came to his sleep, he was rather crabby and tended to be more offensive than he should be.

Books hurt a lot more than Nikolai had guessed, and he hadn’t planned to find out but some experience are simply stumbled upon, or dropped into your lap with a bigger force than you wanted. Snapping his eyes open, he swiftly and quickly slides his wand out from his robe pocket and press the tip of it to the throat of the offender. Eyes narrowing, meeting the gaze of her he grumbles a courteous fuck you before sinking into his carpeted spot, throwing her a gracious middle finger in her direction. “You’re a little shit, Arie. And mind you, Grace loves me being here. I’m one of the students that usually stay silent in the library. I scare enough chirpy first years off too.” His expression is sour when she flashes a smile but he knows she can see through that demeanor and recognize that he’s a little relieved that it’s her and not anyone else. “No.” He says bluntly, sliding down to lie down, resting his head on one of her legs. “I’m tired and I want to sleep.” 

[missarievaloise-blog]

Arie, despite every kind bone in her petite body, had to try her very best to not reach down and snap his wand in half. She did not respond well to threats and this was the worst of all. Attempting to break her tension with a thick sigh, she finally forced the smile back onto her lips, and then the cloud of irritation passed from her eyes easy as smoke in the wind. As he lay on her leg, she gently passed her fingers through his hair, knowing that she didn't have to try quite so hard to upkeep the facade of bitchiness around him. The pair had a weird sort of understanding for eachother and so she felt an odd kind of solace in his presence. "So I suppose you just want to sleep then, which means you have no intention of following me so I can show you what I've made?"

With a tenderness that she usually did not find herself possessing, Arie moved his head off of her lap and stood up. Straightening her robes and the skirt beneath them, she grinned down at him and held her palm out invitingly, waiting for him to follow. There wasn't actually anything for him to see, and she figured that he probably knew that, but he was one of the few people in the school whose presence she could withstand. As she waited to feel his grip Arie zoned, wondering why it was she felt the need to put such a block between her and the world.The young witch knew what had caused it but couldn't help the detest that filled her at the thought of the truth. She'd been abandoned. "Come on. I'm getting fucking bored, Lai." The brunette snapped, glaring down at him through her thick lashes.

[missarievaloise-blog]

Asher,

Look, we’re friends. We’re very close friends and I therefore don’t know how to tell you this. I am not very good at expressing my emotions or trusting people with any of them in general, but I guess some people could say that I fancy you. Who am I kidding? I DO fancy you. I know that you still love December and writing this is pretty stupid, but I don’t think I can deny my feelings any longer. Not that very many people would agree I have feelings. Not that you actually know I do.. UGH! This is so frustrating. I’m sorry about the scratches in the parchment; I press my quill too hard when I get nervous.

Look, basically, there are a lot of things that I need to tell you. I’m not who you know me as. I like to think that I am a lot sweeter than I act, in fact, I know I am. You don’t know what has happened to me in my past and I have made it a specific point to keep it from you; but those damned muggles who birthed me, they did things. They abandoned me. I know it doesn’t seem like a horrible thing to you, but a girl needs her parents. Anyway, I’m veering off topic here. But that, my past.. it has made me mistrustful of people. Regardless, you are still always on my mind.

I just don’t know how to say it any differently, any better. I care.

Arie.

[archibaldravensdale]

"I literally only just managed to stop a First Year from running straight off the edge of the second floor corridor, is it that difficult to just look and see if the staircase is there?"

[missarievaloise-blog]

"I'm only wondering why you stopped them." Arie felt herself smirk, shaking her head as she planted a kiss on his cheek. "But they're just children, they have so much hyper energy, even looking after their own lives IS difficult for them."

[fuckinstonem-blog]

Are you sure you don’t want to go fishing with me?

[missarievaloise-blog]

I don't understand the point of it? It's a muggle passtime, why bother with it?

[moonwane-wolfsbane]

God/Goddess Asks!

[sendmesomenumbers]

Anubis: How do you feel about death? Atum: What are your greatest imperfections? Bastet: Do you have any cats? Hathor: What brings you joy? Horus: What is one thing you’ve had to fight for in your life? Osiris: Do you believe in the underworld? Ra: Do you have any major responsibilities or importance? Thoth: Do you like to read/write? Arawn: What is the most terrifying thing you’ve ever done? Bran: How is your health? Brighid: Tell us about your relationship with your father. Cernunnos: What is your favorite animal? Danu: What is your relationship with your mother? Morrigan: What do you think happens when we die? Olwen: What is your favorite flower? Rhiannon: Have you ever been betrayed? Bragi: What kind of music do you listen to? Freya: Have you ever been in love? Freyr: Do you have any children? Hœnir: Are you a silent or talkative person? Iounn: How old are you? Loki: What is the best trick you’ve ever pulled on someone? Odin: What is your family like? Thor: Would you consider yourself pretty powerful? Tree: What have you done with your life? What are you going to do with it? Aphrodite: What do you think of yourself? Ares: Are you an easy person to anger? Athena: Would you consider yourself an artist? Apollo: Do you play any instruments? Dionysus: Do you drink? Hades: Do you have a bad reputation? Hekate: Have you ever tried to communicate with the dead? Hermes: Have you ever stolen anything? Poseidon: Are you a moody person? Zeus: Are you a confident person? Jupiter: Would people say that you are intimidating or fairly approachable? Pluto: Where do you think we go when we die? Apollo & Dianna: Do you prefer to be up during the day or at night? Mars: Have you ever gotten into a fight? Minerva: Do you generally give good advice? Proserpine: Have you ever felt trapped? Plutus: Do you have a job? Venus: Have you ever had your heart broken? Vesta: Do you like being home or do you try to get out whenever you can? Morpheus: Do you daydream often? Of what?

[missarievaloise-blog]

Students Out Of Bed||Arie and Nikolai

The back of the library seemed like the warmest place in the snow-coated world at the moment, and that was perhaps why Arie had chosen that spot to read at, rather than her dormitory where she usually studied. Book clutched in her palm, the seventh year lilted through the aisles of literature, the warm smell of paper and leather soothing her. She felt exceedingly light today, as though the sun that made the frost outside glitter was also causing a shine in her soul. The expressively rare smile on her lips was inevitable, even when a group of third year students looked at her and then, in shock at her apparently good temperament, continued to watch. Arie ignored them expertly and then turned her attention to someone she knew on a much better basis.

Nikolai was in her same house, lackadaisical and venomous as she was, they’d formed an unlikely kinship. His camaraderie was more appreciated than he knew, though she suspected that that was the same for the boy who rested his slumbering head against the stacks. With some force, the girl made the genial smile on her mouth turn into a smirk, and then she gently tapped a stack of book over so that it fell into his lap at a hard tumble. He startled awake seemingly confused and angry at the same time. Arie slithered down, crossing her legs to land before him, her graceful stature folded beneath her. “Sleeping in the library, Niko, Really? What would  professor Grace say?” Neither of the pairing cared what the librarian would have to offer, at least, both would pretend not to. “Wake up, entertain me.” She commanded, her features transforming into beauty as she flashed him a warm smile.