hannah abbott

hannah abbott // a witch is a weapon

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marcus:

The wavering note to Hannah’s voice worried him. “Stay and fight, if you wish to, but don’t get yourself killed.” The words were firm, but Marcus’ eyes were still tracking the person that she’d been watching, measuring their movements with a steady eye, calculating odds and areas of weakness. It wasn’t something betrayed in his expression. “The way you just worded that, it sounds like you think taking him down is worth your life. Let me tell you now, it isn’t. You’re valued by too many people for it to be worth it. You can’t go into what you’re thinking about blind.”

“What constitutes going in blind?” It was an inane question that she already knew the answer to, but it bought her time. As she spoke, she manoeuvred in front of Marcus, firing a shaky but accurate curse at a sullen incoming Death Eater. “Because I feel fine.”

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When the message was played out overhead, Ron knew he had to stay and fight, but his first thought was dad. Arthur was here somewhere, not at the mixer, but still somewhere in the building. Mr. Weasley had been part of Career Day and Ron could make a good guess that he was working late tonight, catching up on the work that had to be paused earlier to answer student questions. He knew he had to get to his dad’s office, but pushing through the crowds of fleeing people was difficult and he soon found himself shuffled off into a side-hallway that was nearly empty. He jogged along it, fairly certain that a lift would be around somewhere. As long as he could find it, he should be able to get to the floor his father’s office was on. He heard footsteps behind him and whirled around, wand raised. “Hello?” he called.

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“Easy.” Hannah put her hands up, coming further into the light until he could see that she was a friend, not a threat. She paused for a moment to catch her breath before going on. “Death Eaters,” she panted, “were behind you. We’re alone now; I took care of them. Where are you going? We need you in there.”

The blonde hadn’t thought twice about following him. She hadn’t wanted him to be alone, and after all they’d been through, she trusted his instincts. If he needed to be somewhere, it was important. And she was here to help.

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draco malfoy:

“Fine,” he replied, his usually neutral undertone leaning towards annoyed. He had been aiming for indifferent, but apparently that wasn’t in the cards tonight. He watched her leave and took another few seconds in the shadow of the statue to try to find Pansy in the crowd, but that task still seemed impossible. He had to get in there himself in order to be able to see her. He moved away from the statue in the same direction as Hannah, but he did spot the Death Eater walking towards her. Of course she didn’t see it; it seemed as though most people weren’t only to hold more than one point of view in their mind, but also unable to keep more than one idea in mind. He was right in time to throw up a Shield Charm when the Death Eater threw a curse towards Hannah, a curse that backfired on the shield. He crossed the distance between the girl and him within a couple of seconds and cursed the Death Eater with a quick Legilimens and looked for the memory of Rodolphus telling the Death Eater to stay away from his nephew, which he expected to be there and he was right. He left that particular memory at the forefront of the man’s thoughts when he lifted the spell and watched as the man faced him, turned around and joined the rest of the battle again Still more effective than an Imperius Curse, he thought humorless.. He turned to face Hannah then. “You’re going to get yourself killed in here,” he said. “Still want to go find your friends?”

He was good. Almost too good. As Hannah watched the ease with which he moved as he took out her attacker, she tried to find it endearing. It was hard to see it as skilful care rather than a raw knack for hurting others. She couldn’t shake the fear he sent through her. Fear. She could use that. It was hardly ideal, but acting out of fear had to be better than acting out to prove a point. After all, the latter had nearly gotten her killed. 

She opted to listen to her old friend, out of fear, old habit and common sense. If he’d wanted her gone, he’d have let her die. In this moment, he was all she had, and she had to have faith in him. For the first time in awhile, he had even given her a reason to. “Thank you,” she sighed, “I’m sorry.”

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marcus flint: 

Marcus had heard the expression rooted to the spot before, and he’d seen it happen, often when trainees at the dragon enclosures got up close and personal with what it really meant to handle dragons for the first time. The precious few seconds before adrenaline kicked in and fight or flight did their work were the most precarious. So when he caught sight of Hannah when he ducked to the side, breathing faintly heavy from the latest round, knuckles laid open, he moved carefully in an effort not to startle her, eyes quickly identifying a possible threat and taking it out as he reached her. “Hannah,” he said, hoping the word was enough to draw her attention, seeing the line of her gaze and shifting until he stood beside her, body half-angled towards hers in a silent shield. “If you’re going to do what it looks like you’re considering, I don’t recommend trying that alone.” The offer was there, unspoken. “The best revenge is getting out of here alive.”

Hannah jumped, startled despite the professor's calm demeanour. Her mind fluctuated rapidly between being relieved to see him and concerned for his safety. She put on a brave face, moving her body parallel to his. This was yet another opportunity to prove herself, she decided. “I could s-say the same to you,” she stammered, weak voice offsetting her strong stance, “Besides, if I leave here alive, so does he. I can’t... it- that can’t happen.”

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draco malfoy:

Precisely this was why sarcasm was such an easy facade for him; everything about the situation made him incredibly sarcastic. Hannah was not a fighter or a dueler by any means; her hands were shaking so much she couldn’t even heal herself earlier and now she was going to stay and do what? Pretend to be a bloody stupid Gryffindor and get herself hurt in the process? Perfect, really. Just one more person to take care of. Hannah might not know it, but he cared for her and it got him absolutely nowhere. She should hate him, but she didn’t seem to. No, she seemed to distrust him, which was worse. “No, you’re not,” he simply said. “And if you are, you’re not going with me. For all you know I could throw you in front of a Killing Curse, because you don’t trust me.” That he would never do that seemed a given, but it may be a given to just him. Considering the conversation he had with Rodolphus earlier on, people were right not to trust him. But what were his choices, really? Fight for the dark or see his parents die? That wasn’t a choice. Hadn’t been the first time around and wasn’t him. “My plan? I was going to find Pansy. On my own. And now my plan is to get you out of here before either one of us get hurt. So what are you going to do?”

“I’m going to find my people,” Hannah snapped, “Go find yours.” Her tone was particularly biting on the last word; in fact, had she been raised differently, she likely would have spit them at him. She tore her arm out of his grip, proceeding forward in search of another ally. The girl had a tendency to let her emotions rule her actions, whether or not the situation warranted it. How could she be sure that he wouldn’t have thrown her in front of a curse, anyways? She was sure, but that wasn’t the point. It was the principle of the thing.

Walking willfully towards the heart of the fight, she failed to notice the Death Eater approaching to her left. When Dumbledore’s Army had begun to train, her peers always highlighted this stubborn ignorance as her biggest weakness. She’d get an idea in her head, take it on, and forget the other factors. A headstrong woman did not always make for a strong warrior. 

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The lights going out didn’t surprise her, it was the hair-raising voice that permeated throughout the Atrium, reminding her far too much of Voldemort’s voice in all of their heads during the battle not even a year ago. It was the bone-chilling, echoing voice that caused panic to seep into her veins, momentarily frazzling her nerves. She was suddenly thrusted back into the Great Hall, the Courtyard, a classroom with the Carrows. All of the memories that bled into her dreams every night seemed to come alive once more, something that rarely happened while she was awake, having not experienced it since the beginning of last term. The flashbacks ended in Tom Riddle’s looking down at her with ghostly smile before roughly shoving her back into the present. Swaying slightly from the rush of memories crashing into her like a tidal wave, she steadied herself quickly by gripping onto the side of a nearby table that she was grateful had been there. This was not the time to panic, this was not the time to panic. She successfully (miraculously was more like it, really) was able to calm her breath right before it had turned into hyperventilation, which in turn slowed her speeding heart rate as well.

A dreadful flash of a familiar green light captured Ginny’s attention as she continued to grip onto the side of the table and the present. There was a second of trying to comprehend what had just happened when the deputy head of the Magical Law Enforcement department instantly collapsed. With the blinding green light combined with the way he fell, it was easy to deduce that he was never standing again. Silence. A scream. Chaos. It was as if it all happened in slow motion, allowing Ginny all of the time in the world to understand what was happening, but it hadn’t completely clicked until the scream. A scream that made the hair on her arms stand at attention. 

Not again, she couldn’t help herself from thinking before the fighting ensued all around her. Fight now, panic later, was her next thought. After the ear-piercing scream, then it was as if time seemed to right itself, no longer in slow motion. Ginny forced the desperate, plaguing memories from resurfacing by pulling out her wand and throwing herself into the chaos. Curses and hexes were cast every which way, but she kept her head level as she dodged the spells and shot her own. Aiming a curse at a nearby Death Eater, hitting them right in the chest, she didn’t bother allowing herself the satisfaction of watching them crumble in a heap on the floor before turning away and focusing on another. However, when she turned around, she was thankful to have turned around when she did as a curse whirred past her and there was just enough time to dodge it without serious injury. Feeling a stream of hot blood pour down from her forehead, she winced but was relieved that the cut wasn’t too deep when she pressed a finger to it. She wiped away the blood as it came dangerously close to clouding her vision, smearing it uglily across her eyebrow and forehead. 

Ginny took a half of a second to scan the area for someone she recognized within the blur of masked Death Eaters and curses that were flying back and forth, making it difficult to concentrate on what she was doing and what she should do. It was a waste of time to see if she could find someone, to make sure they were okay. Hopefully, after this was over, no one would be seriously hurt. She didn’t know if she could take another person ripped out of her life. A shout of “Watch out!” caught her attention, knowing somehow it was meant for her, she looked in front of her. Before Ginny had the chance to produce a shield charm, a Death Eater was pointing their wand at her already flicking their wand to cast a curse towards her. Her hand wouldn’t cooperate with her in her moment of panic, and she wasn’t able to defend herself. Move, Ginny. Panic later. 

Suddenly, there was hand pushing against Ginny’s back, forcing her to the ground. Her knees banging painfully and her breath being caught from the forceful impact, she took a couple of inhales, hoping a couple of seconds would clear her head. Looking up, the Death Eater that was close to possibly killing her was on the ground and she couldn’t tell if they were breathing. Didn’t really care either. Hurried feet stepped in front of her and she glanced up to (finally) see a familiar face looking down at her with an extended hand for her to grab to pull her up. She took a hold of their hand, and she stood once more. With an hoarse, appreciative “Thanks”, she gripped her wand a bit tighter as well attempted to keep a strong hold on her mind from wandering into the darkest depths of what threatened to break free. She would allow it to happen later. Please, just, not now. She couldn’t remember if the other person said anything before forcing her attention back to the fight and hurling curses and hexes at Death Eaters. 

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Admittedly, Hannah hadn’t exactly sprung into action. Her biggest fear realised, the blonde froze. Maybe, if I stand very very still, they won’t notice me. Just this once. It took only seconds for this theory to be disproved. A hex zoomed past her, skimming her ear. The smell hit her before the pain did. Burnt hair. Burnt flesh. Their familiarity of it all ignited something in her.

Looking around, she saw a flash of red hair in front of her, framed by the fast approaching arms of a death eater on either side. She squeezed her eyes open and shut rapidly. No time to think. Just do. Hannah reached forward and pushed the figure she now recognised as Ginny to the ground, cursing the Death Eater as her friend fell. 

“I had hoped that I’d never have to use that curse again,” Hannah hissed as she offered the girl a hand, “but I ‘spose that was a little optimistic.” Taking charge had never been a strength of hers, but there was no time for hesitation now. She manoeuvred Ginny’s back to rest against hers, in part for balance, but mainly to ensure that they were covered from all angles. She felt a pang of pride for using Ginny’s own tactics to help her, but quickly dismissed it. Not the time, Hannah. You didn’t win the Battle of Hogwarts by patting yourself on the back.

Had they won? Was this what winning felt like? This was hardly the future she’d pictured while celebrating their victory over Voldemort. Not the time, she reminded herself, not the time. She locked into the present, doing her best to keep her confidence from faltering even as more and more Death Eaters approached. During a brief pause in the oncoming curses and hexes, she linked elbows with her friend and hurriedly spoke between heaving breaths. “How are there... so many...” She ducked suddenly, pulling Ginny down with her, as a curse came their way. The plunge further stressed the Hufflepuff’s lightheadedness, and her train of thought seemed to linger in the space above them. “How do we... what do we...”

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draco malfoy:

Some people were just not cut out for battle and it seemed as though Hannah Abbott was one of those. Her I can take care of myself was met with scepticism; it wasn’t that he thought she wasn’t capable of taking care of herself, but it was clear enough there was a reason she hadn’t healed the cut until now. And he was right. “No problem,” was all he said, keeping his words as short as she was. He pointed his wand at the cut and concentrated on the cut, which began to heal as soon as he pointed his wand at it. When Hannah closed her eyes he held back a remark, simply because he had wanted to do the same thing earlier this evening when Marcus healed him; it was a way of calming yourself and if she decided to do that here, then that was her call. He didn’t do it, didn’t take the risk because he had many ways of keeping himself calm rather than just that. “We? No. You need to get out of here. I’m not going anywhere.” He shot another look at the ongoing battle on the other side of the statue. “If you want to go, you need to run there. I can cover you.”

It wasn’t the first wound of hers that he’d healed. Draco’s quick-fixes had been commonplace in their shared classes for years, typically accompanied by an eye roll and a coy smile. You never learn, do you, Hannah? He’d laugh, muttering curses so soft that only she could hear them. As with most things, his healing had seemed much more tender before the war. A warm jolt ran through Hannah’s body as the cut sealed, bringing her back to the moment. 

Her eyes opened just enough to narrow at him. Albeit characteristic, his choice of conflict over safety caught her off guard. She hadn’t accounted for him staying. Hadn’t considered leaving alone. “And leave you here to do what? I’ll stay.” 

Being prideful didn’t suit her, but she couldn’t help feeling an urge to prove herself by monitoring him. It felt put-on, the Gryffindor-esque bout of stubbornness over blind trust, but the latter quality hadn’t served her well in battles past. Trust was earned, and he was far from earning hers back. Betraying the Death Eaters once couldn’t undo the damage done. It would take Draco moving mountains for her to bring them back to where they had once been. “What’s your plan, then?”

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draco malfoy:

“I figured,” he mumbled under his breath, just loud enough for her to hear. He studied the girl in front of him momentarily, well aware how he must be looking himself, and spotted the cut on her elbow. Why did people not bother to heal themselves during the battle? Did seriously only Slytherins have the common sense to do that?  Before he could comment, though, he got thelook. The ‘You were with the Death Eaters-look’ that he had gotten countless times now. And why did everyone keep assuming he would go back to the Death Eaters first chance he got? He betrayed them. It was very tempting to make a sarcastic remark, but he held back. “No,” was all he said. Next thing he knew there was another curse aimed at him, so he pulled Hannah away with his wandless hand,  pulling her along a few feet until they were hiding behind with a statue. “No, I’m not with the Death Eaters who I betrayed last summer and who now want to kill me for that,” he said, the undertone of his voice more sarcastic than he intended it to be. “Your elbow needs healing. Let me.” He was asking without saying the question aloud, wondering if Hannah would actually trust him to do it. It would be interesting to hear what she had to say about it.

Hannah clung to Draco momentarily, taken aback by his protecting her. She looked up at him, eyes wide, before pushing him away abruptly. “I can take care of myself,” she sighed. She lifted her wand to do so, her eyes meeting his at the cut, but found that her hand was shaking so severely that any attempt at fixing it would likely cause more harm than good. “I’m sorry,” she conceded, sounding curter than intended, “Thank you.”

As she held her arm out to him, Hannah scanned the room. She could hear her mother’s voice in her head, urging her to slow down. Look, think, act. In that order. She squeezed her eyes shut, thinking. In this moment, it didn’t matter what they boy thought of her. She thought best in the dark. “The Floo Network,” she blurted out, her tone growing more urgent as she went on, “We need to get out of here.”

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Draco Malfoy was not a person that panicked. Ever. He prided himself on being calm in every situation unless he decided not to be calm. However, with another Death Eater attack and with curses flying back and forth ( and an alliance to think of; he couldn’t be seen fighting Death Eaters but he also couldn’t not be seen fighting Death Eaters and what to do with that? ) his mind was on one thing only. He pushed through the crowd, aiming spells at whoever got too close to cursing him, looking for a particular shade of dark hair. Damn it Pansy, where are you? He was covered in his own blood already and more of that was to come;  he had to dodge a curse that was possibly aimed at him and basically threw himself against the wall, causing a cut on his left cheek. He muttered a few muggle curse words under his breath, healed the cut with a quick healing spell and wanted to continue looking for his best friend, only to walk into someone ( or have someone walk into him, dependent on the point of view ) as soon as he moved away again.  “Oh, fuck,” he mumbled under his breath, eyes going towards the other person momentarily. When he recognized them as another student, he sighed. “Are you okay enough?” After all, the question ‘are you okay?’ would only lead to ‘no, of course i’m not okay, we’re in the middle of a battle’ and he wasn’t in the mood for any of that nonsense. 

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Hannah Abbott would have never described Draco Malfoy’s presence as comforting, but this was the closest it had ever come. “Draco,” she breathed, taking him in as she tried to collect herself, “Okay is not the word”. 

He had looked better. Blood flowed across his body, its source unknown. Her gaze shifted between it and her own wound: a gash on her elbow from running into the edge of a statue. She imagined that his injury had been acquired in a more intrepid way. Not the time to be clumsy, Hannah. Get it together.

The pair ducked in sync, like partners in a sadistic dance, as a curse zoomed overhead. Hannah huffed, steadying her stance, and wiped sweat from her brow. Her expression hardened as she remembered Draco’s role in the war. He certainly hadn’t asked if she was okay amongst that chaos, so why was this be any different? Why stop to talk to her? Breathing heavily, she looked at him pointedly and gestured towards the Death Eaters. “Are you with-?” 

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Hannah had to scan the room to make sure the scream she was hearing wasn’t her own. It wasn’t. Instead, the blond was standing completely still, as though being statuesque would bring her safety. She felt detached from her body, with her brain shouting orders at her limbs to no avail. This wasn’t happening. Couldn’t be happening. Not again.

She recognised the oldest of the two Death Eaters from the papers. Eleonor Abbott, the headline had read, Declared Dead after Dueling Death Eater. The alliteration was overkill, but facts were facts. Her mother was dead and she was in the same room as the monster who’d killed her. 

The eighth year’s mind raced, fluctuating between plans of attack and plans of escape, but she still could not bring herself to move. Finally, she heard movement directly behind her and gathered the courage to face whoever it might be.

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ooc: hi everyone! i’m laney and i’m going to be playing the lovely hannah abbott . i’ve never rped her before, but i’ve played similar characters and am so so excited to have some fun with her (and with all of you!). here are a few things you ought to know about hannah:

hannah is no stranger to loss, having dealt with the deaths of her mother andcedric diggory as a fifth year. 

with that said, the war has hardened her and she has yet to truly grieve the more recent losses. hannah does her best to avoid talking or thinking about the war, and has been known to leave the room when her peers start in on it.  she has shut out the past in order to be ok in her present.

she is smart, but easily flustered. thankfully, the latter trait did not keep her from training in and fighting for dumbledore’s army. while a slip-up in herbology class still sends her into an embarrassed panic, she can be rational, agile and clever when those she cares about are at risk.

within a few days, i’ll update her basics page, where you can learn lots more about her.