priscilla

[nprisc]

𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍 of @nobodyssoldier. penned by STELLA ( she/her, 26, gmt. ). this portrayal is exclusive. if you are not an affiliated blog, please do not follow or interact. all headcanons and writing are my own unless specifically stated otherwise —  

[jansirac]

The secret corridors have acted as the main source of entrance and escape for the Knights, but familiarizing himself with them served many purposes. One notable purpose was to kidnap Priscilla in the middle of the night.

"Probably," Jan replied indifferently. This was hardly the first time Priscilla had thrown a vaguely threatening insult at Jan and it certainly wouldn't be the last. He gave her a once over, a smirk forming on his face. "Pink? Not really your color."

He whips his head around both ways, wand at the ready for any listening ears. Or if Priscilla points hers at him again. "Anyway, we're having a vigil for Abi. I don't know how you should get there, but you should get there."

[nprisc]

priscilla scoffs, impatient. it's one thing for them to trade notes or meet up in secret — but this? she's torn between hugging him and smacking him upside the head. the night may be quiet, but for how long?

" oh, great idea, " she hisses. " and while i'm at it, why don't i just get a great big sign that says 'spy' and staple it to my forehead. "

and the hardest part is that she wishes she could go. she wishes she could hold a candle in her palms and pay her respects with everybody else. seek penance for the fact that in the end, she couldn't do a damn thing. she wasn't even there. and it probably wouldn't have mattered, but now she'll never know, and it's that not-knowing that cuts deepest — another in a long series of what-ifs and maybes.

[henryscavills]

10 Things I Hate About You (1999), dir. Gil Junger

[nprisc]

vulnerable  confession  prompts !

prompts  for  angsty  conversations !

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in  character  character  development  questions !

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[hogwartsexpress]

[  astronomy tower.  25  januardy  2031.  @nprisc ] the  astronomy  tower  wore  its  emptiness  like  an  open  wound.  the  room  felt  different  now  that  the  telescopes  had  been  removed  —  barer,  colder,  like  everything  else  the  war  had  touched.  lila  pressed  her  spine  against  the  parapet,  knees  pulled  to  her  chest,  trying  to  find  solitude  in  the  quiet  night  air.  but  peace  wouldn't  come,  not  when  her  mind  kept  dragging  her  back  to  the  dungeons.  a  looping  nightmare,  her  body  refusing  to  stir  itself  awake.  abi  falling  —  the  distance  too  great,  her  legs  too  slow,  her  magic  too  weak.  the  killing  curse  had  painted  the  stone  walls  an  impossible  green,  a  color  that  didn't  belong  in  nature,  didn't  belong  anywhere  but  in  her  nightmares.  then  came  the  sound  of  stone  giving  way,  and  abi's  last,  desperate  gasp.  that  sound  followed  her  now,  echoing  through  dark  &  empty  corridors,  haunting  her  dreams  and  waking  hours.  another  person  she'd  failed  to  protect.  another  name  to  carve  into  her  conscience,  alongside  her  father's,  alongside  hagrid's.  the  list  kept  growing,  and  she  was  so  tired  of  watching  people  die. abi  had  been  there  from  the  first  meeting  of  the  knights,  the  sturdy  glue  that  held  them  together  with  her  brilliant  mind  &  quiet  determination.  she'd  been  the  voice  of  reason  that  stopped  them  from  charging  ahead,  kept  them  from  falling  into  the  abyss  of  their  own  rage.  they'd  balanced  each  other  perfectly  —  lila's  fire  &  abi's  pragmatism,  impulse  &  reason.  now  she  was  gone,  and  the  world  brutally,  bitterly  kept  on  turning.  the  knights  were  her  responsibility,  her  chosen  family,  but  they  kept  slipping  through  her  fingers  like  water,  like  smoke.  she  should  have  been  better,  faster,  stronger.  should  have  found  another  way.  there  was  too  much  that  she  should  have  done,  too  many  moments  she'd  repeat  in  her  mind  long  after  death.  there'd  be  no  peace  for  her,  not  after  this,  not  after  everything  she'd  done.  (  she'd  let  him  go.  she'd  seen  what  he'd  done,  met  his  eyes  in  the  bitter  dark,  and  she'd  chosen  to  let  him  go.  ) a  footstep  on  the  stairs  cut  through  her  spiral  of  regret.  her  hand  moved  to  her  wand  out  of  raw  instinct,  before  her  brain  caught  itself  up.  she  recognized  that  walk,  could  have  picked  it  out  of  a  thousand  others.  “  you  shouldn't  be  here,  "  she  murmured,  her  voice  stripped  of  its  usual  sharp  edges.  “  they're  watching  us  all,  especially  now.  it's  not  safe for you.  ” a  short  pause.  a  breath  that  carried  the  weight  of  too  many  war  wounds,  too  many  graves,  too  little  hope.  a  moment  of  vulnerability  seeping  through  her  brass. it'd been weeks since the last time they'd been able to find a quiet moment to properly speak — were the two of them too far apart now to find comfort in each other's arms?  “  i  miss  her  too, pris.  ” i miss how it used to be between us all. i miss everything.

[nprisc]

25 JANUARY 2031. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑

" what — so i can't even walk now? " priscilla scowls, emerging from the shadows with her arms crossed. " pretty sure this is neutral ground. not like i came here looking for you. "

never mind that she hasn't spared a second glance at astronomy tower since their school days. even then, she made no secret of her disregard for the so-called noble art of divination. last in, first out. a cynic by nature, she always figured it was fanciful horseshit for people with neither personality nor purpose because really — how pathetic do you have to be to let stars and incense dictate your life?

probably about as pathetic as you'd have to be to let a girl you've been carrying a torch for since first year relegate you to the status of 'spy' — read: hogwarts' most hated traitor. but that's just how it is with them. how it's always been. priscilla can scoff and roll her eyes all she wants, but if lila told her to kneel on the ground and bark like a dog, she would.

" she died thinking i was one of them, " she says quietly. " and i'll never get to tell her. i'll never get to explain or say i'm sorry — do you have any idea how fucked up that is? "

[candiceaccola]

[haleyatwell]

GOSSIP GIRL (2007–2012) 2.03 The Dark Night

[wells-hannah]

BRING IT ON ( 2000 ) dir. peyton reed

[nprisc]

@siinvrs

[psychecreations]

[nprisc]

28 JANUARY 2031. 𝐇𝐎𝐆𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 / a ( vaguely ) plotted starter for @jansirac

the dorm is quiet — unnervingly so. " i'm heading out, " priscilla mutters, shrugging her robes on over her pink, silk pyjamas and taking the steps two at a time. nobody stirs, nobody says a word, but the silence is oppressive in its own right. she has to get out — has to clear her head, even if just for an hour or two. the cold is good for that, and so is the night. if she stays put much longer, she's worried she's going to get herself in trouble.

traitor. liar. back-stabbing bitch.

it's getting harder every day. abi is dead. old friends look at her with new-found contempt, and her only solace is in secret smiles and fleeting conversations. as she emerges into the moonlight and takes her first breath of fresh air, she feels some of the tension lift.

then, a hand clamps over her mouth.

for a split second it's like she's falling from some great height — nerves alight from adrenaline and blind panic as she and her assailant move out of the open, into the trees. she struggles free and whirls to face him, the tip of her wand pressed firm against the line of his jaw. then, she sees who it is and exhales a winded breath — truly, one of a select few spectacular morons who'd see fit to accost her in the dead of night. she's relieved, obviously, but that relief is quickly overcast by outrage.

" you — are you out of your fucking mind? "