iron underneath.

ravenclaw. 5th yr. pureblood. french. occasional painter. voracious book reader. has many random hobbies. tea addicted. enthusiastic about ghouls, ghosts & the great beyond.

[ofhotheads-blog]

Send my muse “👀 + a question” and they’ll have to answer with 100% honesty.

[ofclarabelmoreau]

r-bastan:

[ofclarabelmoreau]

evan ring around the rosier.

Evan’s gaze followed hers to the letter she was gripping so tightly, he felt a lump rising in his throat. “It’s fine Clarabel. Really. I don’t blame you in the least. It’s…well…it’s just all very unfair.” His arms moved a bit forward, instinctively wanting to place a hand on her arm, but he stopped them…bringing one up to run a hand through his hair. “Please stop apologizing. I was being harsh. I just…well…yeah.”

He didn’t blame her -- that was a first. In fact, for him to acknowledge that it was unfair, that it wasn’t right, was a k i n d n e s s in it’s own right but she didn’t acknowledge it. Speaking her mind freely was still a challenge, the PARANOIA  that her mother could still hear her, even all the way in Monaco, was prevalent. “No, no, even if you were being harsh, you’re being kind now and that’s all that matters, oui??” Clara was able to unclench one of her fists to place a hand on his shoulder and pat it gently, “thank you, really Evan.”

[ofclarabelmoreau]

marlene mckillin’ it.

“Stretching, what the fuck does it look like I’m doing? Some of us have to stay limber for Quidditch.”

Slightly taken aback by the other girl’s attitude, Clara’s eyes widened. “I just, I’ve never played Quidditch and I’ve never done any Quidditch stretches, but now that you’ve said that, you’re right. It certainly looks like STRETCHING.”

[bornreadygeneration]

I lost my innocence very young and it had nothing to do with sex.

Jennifer Elisabeth (via bornreadygeneration)

[ofclarabelmoreau]

evan rosy cheeks.

“None of us really have a choice…but you’re right, it’s not my business.”

Clarabel sighed, looking down at the letter she’d received from her parents with a frown, “I’m sorry, truly, I didn’t mean to snap. They’ve just been very ... forward about their plans. Especially with my seventeenth birthday coming up in the coming months.” Anxiety thrummed through her as she tried to say something other than an apology, but just ended up squeezing her fists together, “I APOLOGIZE, again.”

[ofclarabelmoreau]

hurricane marlene.

“What the bloody hell are you looking at?”

“I’m just .... --  not quite sure on what you’re doing though it interests me, so, I CAN’T stop looking.”

[ofclarabelmoreau]

a man destined for death.

✫ @ofclarabelmoreau #262

❝You can’t marry this guy.❞

“Pardon?? You say that as if I’ve a choice, and I’m not sure what business of yours it is, if I’m being honest.”

[ofclarabelmoreau]

not so little amelie.

“Wait just a second! I was looking for you.”

“Were you??” Clara smiled over at Amelie, offering her arm, “what’s it about?? I’m just on my way to the common room.”

[theendofallthings-rp]

✗ 5th year Ravenclaw ✗ Pureblood ✗ Currently taken

Clarabel is hot rain on a spring day, warm smiles over tea, infinite flower gardens you can’t help to get lost in, squeezed lips, squeezed fists and white knuckles, glitter on twine. The soft feeling of hopelessness that haunts you when things don’t go right, a moreau.

Future: unknown

[ofclarabelmoreau]

ANDROMEDA BLACK.

“Yes, okay, I realize that I’m surrounded by chocoball wrappers - but once you have one, you can’t stop and I had a lot saved up from our last Honeydukes trip. Now I really want some pie, but not one slice - like a whole pie. Think the House Elves will go for it?”

“No, I THINK you’ll just be w a s t i n g your time eating too much -- really,” Clara commented curtly, pursing her lips as she eyed the wrappers, “it’s pretty selfish of you to think that they’ll put your needs first.”

[ravenclawwrites]

[ofclarabelmoreau]

Ҫlarabel Ӎoreau //aesthetic

   ↳ “ It’s a very Greek idea, and a very profound one. ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ ɪs ᴛᴇʀʀᴏʀ. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it. And what could be more terrifying and beautiful, to souls like the Greeks or our own, than to lose control completely? To throw off the chains of being for an instant, to shatter the accident of our mortal selves? “

[toubia]

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