bones in the closet

❝ . . . show me a hero and i'll show you a tragedy . . . ❞

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days later and selina still couldn’t comprehend all that had happened. it was like fear had made a permanent home in her heart and just wouldn’t leave her alone. oftentimes throughout the day, the hufflepuff would just stare out, not focusing during lessons at all, but still attending every single one to keep her perfect attendance, even though her mother said that it was fine — in fact, isobel wanted her daughter to return home with her when she’d visited the school but selina couldn’t leave behind the people and place she loved, even if she was completely terrified.

 hogwarts was in flames, the castle she’d called home for so many years crumbling around her. dead bodies were at her feet as she walked, half-bloods and muggle-borns, some pure-bloods as well. the cause was lost, everyone was gone. the loudest silence that selina had ever heard. a scream pierced the air, her scream, as her eyes landed on the girl she loved so much, the one whom she’d loved since her first day at hogwarts, dead. her eyes were wide open but they were empty, blood stained her face and she lay still. selina dropped to her knees and as she reached out to touch abigail’s face, her head turned towards her and two words spilled from her mouth.

“you failed.”

selina woke with a start, a gasp eliciting from her mouth as she pressed her hands against her mouth, squeezing her eyes shut as she sobbed. she tried to keep her body from shaking but she just couldn’t. sel needed to see her and hold her. with shaking hands, she tugged off the duvet and placed her feet on the ground, ignoring the shiver that ran up her spine. she slipped on the robe that was at the end of her bed and made her way down to the common room, quickly moving toward the door and as she opened it, selina gasped as she came face to face with the girl she wanted to see.

“i was...” a sob, no matter how hard she fought, paused her words, “i was coming to see you... i needed to.” selina explained, her body still shaking, the dream still fresh in her mind.

@magicvs

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Chloe Bennet at the “Heroes & Villains” Fan Fest in Chicago on March 26, 2017.

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let’s admire his beauty.

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woman crush wednesday KELSEY CHOW

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×‧¨⁕ — DO YOU KNOW FEAR | SELINA

—— selina macdougal had never been ashamed of her origins.  her mother accepted her for who she was, never told her who to love and always, always reminded her that being a muggleborn was not a bad thing. her past brought sadness to the girl whenever she thought about it, but never shame. now, as she stood in the great hall, her body frozen to the spot she was in, her past brought a new feeling to the girl, one that caused her breathing to become erratic and her hands to shake ; fear

the first thing that plagued her thoughts was the image that she’d mentally created of the crime scene. innocent people, three of them children with their whole lives ahead of them, dead, their lives stolen without even giving them the chance to fight. what about their families? how will they be able to comprehend that their children, who they thought were safe at school, were now gone, that they’d never get to hug them, to see them grow up. how will their lives go on?

the second thing that went through her brain were the parents. all of them. the parents of the dead children, the parents of the students who were at the school, her mother and even her muggle parents. would they hear of this? would they wonder if their child was okay? did they ever think about her? or was she considered a mistake of the past, never to be spoken of ever again? she wondered if her mother knew about the attack or if she was still sound asleep. isobel macdougal wasn’t affiliated with the ministry in any way, she was a healer at st mungo’s, so there was no way that she’d be informed about it. selina hoped that she was still asleep, and not worrying about her daughter’s well-being.

the third subject of her thoughts was abigail. the person she loved more than anything in this world was in danger because of her blood status, as was selina, but the girl would give her life to keep abigail safe. at the point when the girl crossed her mind, she’d glanced over to where the ravenclaws stood, watching abigail for a moment, seeing the fear in her eyes and wanting nothing more than to go over to her and hold her in her arms, tell her that they were going to be alright but alas, selina couldn’t move.

how could she go over to abigail and promise her that things were going to be okay, when the threat towards muggleborns had only grew stronger, strengthened by deaths of innocent people. who was she to think that they weren’t going to be harmed? how could she convince abigail that this will all pass?

how could she calm the people she loved when she couldn’t even calm herself?

it was only getting harder and harder to breathe, tears streaming down her cheeks as she balled up her hands into fists, trying to stop them from shaking, hoping that it’d instil some sort of strength so that she wouldn’t collapse.

someone was speaking to her, but she couldn’t really hear. selina. yes, that was her name, it was a grounding thing, hearing her name, almost calming, soothing. selina. it was getting even better now, she didn’t feel as disconnected as she did before, the spinning in her head was slowing down and the thoughts were getting quieter.

“selina!” the voice had finally penetrated through her loud thoughts, causing sel to shake her head and focus on the person who was calling her. it was professor kader, the head of hufflepuff, standing in front of her with a slightly worried look on his face, “i will be leading everyone back to the dormitories, you can join your classmates.” selina nodded her head at his words, still slightly startled, but thankful that she had been relieved from her duties as prefect. she found the sixth years and fell into line with them. 

in moments, hogwarts turned from the place selina felt safest to the place she feared most.

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NOAH !

   Even those who operated a booth were allowed to take a break, and more than the picture-taking, Noah needed to escape the syrupy sweet atmosphere that seemed to have ambushed most of the castle’s inhabitants. Which was why he was particularly grateful to notice none other than Caleb Rhodes in his field of vision, the other male looking no happier than Noah. His lack of enthusiasm hadn’t diminished his natural propension for witty retorts, it seemed, and Noah grinned. “What’s the desperate part, exactly? Attending, participating, or standing next to you?”

caleb chuckled, throwing his head back slightly, “is there an all of the above option?” he retorted, grabbing another drink off one of the floating trays. all the mushy, gushy couples wandering around holding hands and acting as if they’d found the love of their lives, were very obviously getting on the slytherin’s nerves, but it was mainly because of the fact that he didn’t have a date and he was thoroughly annoyed by it. “such a bloody useless ‘holiday’, if you can even call it that.”

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——  NIAMH !

      there wasn’t another holiday niamh could think of that was more stupid than valentine’s day. though the day involved giving and more importantly getting chocolates ( something she would never complain about ) the whole idea of a day centered around love was gross. there was only so many couples she could see snogging before it got too much. but it was also somewhat terrifying. the whole day would bombard her with people being open, admitting their love, or at least lust for one another would make it all the more difficult to ignore her own feelings, which the girl had so far been unsuccessfully shoving out of her brain in the attempt that ignoring them would make them go away. it hadn’t, ignoring them had only seemed to make it worse, everytime she saw caleb leaving her with a mixture of contrasting emotions. but fear was always the one that remained ever-present. some gryffindor she was. it hadn’t helped he had sent her a rose. she was sure it was him. nobody else was lame enough to send one to her after all. it had been sweet though, and had made her smile, the rose in a vase next to her bed and would without a doubt probably result in merciless teasing from her roommates. though maybe for once she wouldn’t mind, warm hues catching the gaze of the boy that seemed to be stuck in her thoughts from across the room. 

      “ i look lovely ? what are you — my grandma ? ” a smile grew on her lips, painted red for the occasion, but she couldn’t deny the tightening in her chest at the compliment, him being here already sending her thoughts into overdrive. “ out of everyone, i didn’t expect you to be the sappy kind rhodes. i wouldn’t have even pinned valentine’s day to be your thing. ” her lips curved into a smirk of her own, “ but i have to admit you clean up pretty well yourself. no doubt you’ll be breaking plenty of hearts tonight. ”

          a chuckle slipped past caleb’s lips at niamh’s words, casting his gaze downwards and shaking his head slightly. she was relentless, but it was that very same relentlessness that he liked about her. she was one of the first girls he showed interest in that didn’t melt at his feet and he loved it.  he was just glad that he wasn’t the type of person to have ‘best friends’ that would know about his stupid crush — which was stupid because when did caleb rhodes ever have a crush? — and subsequently tease the shit out of him. he beat himself up about it enough, anyway.

“ well, i would have said that you look hot as hell and that keeping my hands to myself is the biggest challenge i’ve ever faced, but it’s valentine’s day, so i’ll stick with lovely, ” caleb shrugged, sticking his hands into his pockets as he kept his eyes on her, “ my dad always taught me to always take valentine’s day seriously ... ” he finally looked away from her, glancing at the people at the dance, biting down on his lower lip, “ sure, break hearts, that’s what i’m going to do. ”

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—— PERSEPHONE !

@ncisees​ + selina 

She couldn’t believe that not only had she been roped into actually attending an event for the worst holiday possible– like ever, her date was more preoccupied with grabbing balloons than with grabbing her. And instead of channeling her annoyance in a reasonable way, or even better, settling down, she focused her attention on the collateral damage of the situation;Selina Macdougal. 

“So I’m confused– are those supposed to be hearts, or were you going for a giant red mess? Because if so, splendid work Picasso.” 

focus was written on the hufflepuff’s face, her tongue poking out from between her lips as she held the paintbrush in her hand. sure, she could’ve used magic, but sel always preferred to do things the muggle way — more thought and heart went into it that way. she hadn’t painted in a long time, and she was more accustomed to water colours anyway, so she knew that this wasn’t her best work. still, the comment from persephone made her furrow her eyebrows as sel looked at her.

“do they really look that bad?” selina grimaced, setting the paintbrush down and sighing softly, looking up at the hearts with a frown.

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—— @bulstrodetrystane x TRYSTANE !

there was a time when iris actually liked valentine’s day. sure, it was mostly when she was younger, when she saw her father doing sweet things for her step-mother on the day, and hoping that someday she’d have what they had. but a couple years later and it was her fourth valentine’s day without a date (though who really counts a second year date?) and the hopeless romantic turned cynic was only growing sadder, especially with the job that she’d been appointed to do. of course, she’d plastered a huge grin on her face and greeted the people, smoothing down her dress every now and again. but when people weren’t around, the smile would falter, “i want to tell them that love is a con job but i don’t want to be the valentine’s day grinch,” iris glanced over at trystane, a small sigh slipping past her lips.

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Chloe Bennet for Luca Magazine 2018, Spring Issue.

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—— @orchiideous​ x NIAMH !

to say that caleb hadn’t been thinking about the gryffindor for an extended period of time would’ve been a blatant lie. especially since his friends were being dicks about him not having a valentine’s date for the first time since first year. truth be told, he wanted to ask niamh out, but after their ‘talk’ about where they stood, and the girl admitting to him that she didn’t want anything serious, he didn’t want to push it because the last thing he wanted to do was annoy her and subsequently drive her away. so, caleb’d decided to give her time. this didn’t really stop him from sending her a rose. he had found a couple of first year gryffindors and paid them a couple of galleons each, to give niamh the rose and to not tell her who it was from. it was stupid, he knew, but space was what she wanted then space was what she was going to get.

when his eyes landed on her at the dance, the sharp breath that he drew was instantaneous. it was a good thing no one too close to him, because they would’ve heard it. after downing the remnants of his drink and setting the cup down on the nearby table, caleb casually walked over to her, attempting to ignore the nervous hammering of his heart, “hey niamh, you look lovely, as usual,” he spoke, leaning in to give her a friendly kiss on the cheek before standing back straight, a small smirk on his face.

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—— @gravcyarddreams x EVANDER !

why he had chosen to help with the valentine’s dance preparation, caleb didn’t know, and although he considered backing out, he didn’t want to be a dick about it. besides, he was bound to get shit on if he’d done that. so, he reluctantly made his way down to the kitchens, to just get it over and done with.  caleb’d had a couple of lessons throughout the years with evander, so he knew him slightly (which he was hoping was enough to make it bearable). “dolohov,” he said in greeting as he arrived, immediately slipping his hands into the pockets of his pants, “what exactly do we have to do here?”

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—— @hvmaniitee x NOAH !

valentine’s day. a holiday that made couples even more unbearable and lonely people especially miserable. caleb had never cared for it because it was a completely useless, commercial holiday. he didn’t really know why he’d decided to participate in the activities, probably definitely because he was bored and now here he was, dressed in a white shirt (but no tie, despite the one his mother sent which was covered in hearts) and black slacks. resting against a wall with a drink in hand, he lazily looked around, seeing that someone had settled beside him, “have you become that desperate, sinclair?”

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what up it’s your friendly neighbourhood trash-bin! i h8 myself bc i have not been doing well.  i’m gonna go pick up vitamins soon bc apparently being so tired all the time is a result of my low blood pressure, so hooray!! as sad as it is, i’m gonna be dropping my bbe elara (i’ll pick her back up at a later stage bc i love her way too much). 

also (and i feel like crap doing this) i’m going to be putting my current threads on hold, due to the fact that the event is happening and i want to give that importance! for this i apologise. however, this doesn’t mean that the threads will be dropped; if after the event, you want to continue the threads, just shoot me a message and i’ll reply to them, and if not, i’ll happily write up starters to those people whom i didn’t reply to (read: everyone).

LOVE Y’ALL!!

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ABIGAIL !

     now that abigail was with selina, it felt like a piece of a puzzle had just fallen into place and the last five and a half years just made so much more sense. how she’d be early to every class that ravenclaw and hufflepuff had together, just so she could sit next to selina. how every problem, no matter how big, seemed to just vanish whenever the two were alone together. how she never like any of her girlfriends, no matter how nice they were, and the way they’d hug or kiss selina made abigail roll her eyes so hard they almost fell out of their sockets; she was in love with her. and she was pretty sure she has been ever since the first train ride to hogwarts. 

   if you’d asked abigail a year ago she’d tell you that she didn’t believe in soulmates, though her eyes would drift towards the taller brunette now holding her hand. but now? there’s nothing that could convince her that there’s no such thing as soulmates.

    despite the smile that appeared on her face whenever she thought about it, abigail also got so incredibly mad at herself. mad at how she had been too much of a coward to admit it sooner, how she’d been so selfish to keep selina hanging on for so long, and at the amount of pain and sorrow she’d put the hufflepuff through. 

   her face flushed red as selina’s lips met her hands, and a goofy smile spread across her face as she giggled, grabbing onto selina’s arm and pressing her lips gently to her shoulder. drawing a deep breath, abigail scrunched her nose slightly. “not the best, as you can clearly see.” she sighed, gesturing towards her hair. “the charm i thought would keep my hair curly all day lasted for all of thirty minutes and left it completely flat. and i’ve been so busy with classes and prefect duties i haven’t had the time to fix it.” stopping to catch her breath, she chuckled grimly before continuing. “not to mention professor flitwick told me that if i don’t get my grades up again by the end of the month, i’m out of the running for head girl next year. i mean — i’m pretty sure i can do it, but it’s just having that kind of pressure, it just really stresses me out. i just hope my professors haven’t completely given up on me, and that they’re willing to give extra credit. or else i’m absolutely screwed.”

selina had known that she loved abigail from the moment she laid eyes on her; she was the first person she spoke about in her first letter to her mother after arriving at hogwarts. sure, they were both still so young, but with words like “...the pretty girl called abigail...” there was no arguments that the interest was immediately there. her mother was supportive, of course, she always was a wonderful woman, and tried time and time again to get selina to admit her feelings, or at least try to come close, but her daughter’s shyness wasn’t easily fixable. the moment sel had gone to her mother to ask if she could take her to abigail’s house, in order to get everything off her chest, isobel practically dropped everything from her hands to make sure that her daughter got the happiness she deserved.

a frown came to selina’s face as she listened to her girlfriend’s bad day. to many, hair wasn’t a priority, but she knew and understood, that to abigail, having a bad hair day directly affected the rest of the activities during the day. she continued to listen, and whispered a quiet babe before tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, “i’m certain that you’ll be able to pick your grades up and you’ll be the best head girl hogwarts has ever seen and look,” sel was quick to take her wand out, muttering a quiet incantation and tapping the tip of her wand against abigail’s hair, watching as her strands curled beautifully, “i’ve been practising your hair spell so, ta-da!” with another kiss to her girlfriend’s forehead, selina grinned, “now, let’s go study; i’ll help you out in any way that i can.”

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“come on kid, detention isn’t so bad,” iris spoke to a crying first year, whose name was alessia, who obviously believed that detention would actually ruin her whole education. for once, iris didn’t have detention but after passing by the quidditch trophy room and hearing the cries, she couldn’t help but stop and help out; filch wouldn’t find out anyway. iris offered a small smile to the little ravenclaw, before wiping her tears and pulling out a new box of peppermint toads out of her pocket and handing them to her, “go on, find your friends, you did good kid,” she told her, earning a smile from the girl before she hurried off.

iris spun on her heel and gasped as she saw the person behind her, her hand darting to her chest, “i’m nice, but don’t think i’ll ever do that for you.”

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