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“The spell does not kill. And I’d been working on it long before that incident, it never worked before that night.” No, her spell as powerful as it was to be able to turn a fully grown dragon into stone wasn’t made with the intent to kill. Her spite however came in her next spell, Expulso to shatter the stone dragon. “Exactly, I’d never given you a reason because there wasn’t one. Choosing to be private, choosing to keep to myself, and not letting anyone get close to me does not make me secretive!” She said throwing her hands up in frustration. “An eleven year old girl away from home, without her parents, new to magic, experiencing high levels of stress, I’m sure even you can put that together.”

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“Go ahead and hide behind your logic. I see right through it, bloody hypocrite. Why bother casting if you expected nothing to come of it? You must have known somehow that you wanted this inhumane revenge!” Cypress clung to the memory of Csenge, a beautiful specimen he’d met once as an adolescent dragon, an innocent victim just like Aiden. Each time he saw Vérène now, he envisioned the creature’s glittering eyes turning painfully to rock. Cypress may not have witnessed the crime, but the thought of it had always haunted him - and now it walked the halls, surrounded itself with students - his students. He remained very still as she spoke, thoughts numbed in self-defense against the painful memories, barely listening. “Good, I’m glad you haven’t started shouting at the children to tears. Like I said, I’ll keep my trap shut, so long as you’re still on their side,” he finished icily.

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Vérène looked at him, silent as different thoughts ran through her mind. A few days ago it had occurred to her that Cypress knew things, she could ask him things about Aiden. He was his closest friend and before she had always wanted to meet him. It was funny how fate played out. "There's no point in trying to talk to you or convince you of anything. You could never understand my position. It'd be better if we simply no speak to one another anymore."

allaboutartie:

Artie rolled his eyes but did as he was told, moving away from the railing and standing before the woman. “Wasn’t gon’ do anythin’, Proff…”

“The rather morbid musing didn’t quite illustrate that Mr. Weasley. This behavior is very concerning.”

#[ Conversation ]#[ Arthur Weasley ]

She is so lost in her sadness that she has no idea how visible it is.

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cypressdiggle:

The equation left Cypress’ head a jumbled mess, but he managed to catch back onto the witch’s train of thought before long. “Murder for spite seems a pretty dark intention to me,” he spat. “I never had reason to question before! You’ve always been private, though. Secretive. Makes me wonder why I never thought you might be dangerous before.” He was again taken by surprise by the student’s embrace, but remained unmoved. “And who was responsible for her crying in the first place?“

“The spell does not kill. And I’d been working on it long before that incident, it never worked before that night.” No, her spell as powerful as it was to be able to turn a fully grown dragon into stone wasn’t made with the intent to kill. Her spite however came in her next spell, Expulso to shatter the stone dragon. “Exactly, I’d never given you a reason because there wasn’t one. Choosing to be private, choosing to keep to myself, and not letting anyone get close to me does not make me secretive!” She said throwing her hands up in frustration. “An eleven year old girl away from home, without her parents, new to magic, experiencing high levels of stress, I’m sure even you can put that together.”

#[ Conversation ]#[ Cypress Diggle ]

cypressdiggle:

This revelation struck like lightning. “You’re… not? You can’t possibly expect me to believe you destroyed that Horntail through ordinary means! What is it you’re accusing me of? Against my better judgement, I’ve done nothing to you!”

“There isn’t much room in Transfiguration for dark magic. There is a strict mathematical formula that goes into each transfiguration spell. The intended transformation (t) is a result of wand power (w) and concentration (c), versus bodyweight (a) and viciousness (v), multiplied by a fifth unknown variable (Z), surely you remember that much of the craft. The spell I created can be accredited heavily to that unknown variable. I suspect that’s why others haven’t been able to replicate it. I wonder if I could replicate it myself honestly. Any form of magic outside the unforgivable’s are only made dark by the intent of the wielder.” That much she was certain of after her years working as an Auror, as well as teaching. “Was that conversation we had outside my classroom the other day nothing? Think about the last six years I’ve worked here alongside you and tell me honestly have I ever done anything suspicious? Anything at all out of the ordinary? I wouldn’t say I’m the most laid back teacher, however I’ve never been cruel to my students like you seemed to think that day, it’s laughable actually. That girl had literally just hugged me before walking off and then you come over and start accusing me of making her cry!”

#[ Conversation ]#[ Cypress Diggle ]

allaboutartie:

“You– - you ever wondered…” He mused aloud as he swung his legs outward into the open air, hands gripping onto the aged iron railing. “What it’d feel like to fall from a height like this?” Artie let out a small giggle, but it was more a brief ‘hee’ than anything. “All that air – and then – – nothing.” He turned slightly to glance at the other presence, meeting their gaze. “What sort of noise d’you think it’d make? A slap or maybe… more a crunch?”

“Mr. Weasley! Get away from there this instant!”

#[ Conversation ]#[ Arthur Weasley ]

cypressdiggle:

“Fine. But you pushed, Vérène. I don’t trust you. You’re selfish, you’re cruel, and you turned on what you say you loved when you felt enough need for it. You could do it again, and if that happens, I’m ready to stop you. Once a Dark Witch always a Dark Witch. But I’ve kept quiet! I’ve kept your secrets, kept up the lie of who you really are! You should be thanking me, not making me explain myself!”

“I am not a Dark Witch, get that thought that thick skull of yours. All of those things are simply your perception of me and I don’t really care. Just as long as you keep it to yourself, and not throw it out there in every turn and corner as you please.”

#[ Conversation ]#[ Cypress Diggle ]

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“And you would know plenty about liars. Why else would you be out here? I’ve seen you run ‘round the other way when I’m nearby. If you’re looking for some kind of absolution, you’re talking to the wrong man.”

“Yes, I would actually.” She said matter-a-factually. “Do you blame me, you love starting scenes, and honestly I haven’t the stamina and my patience only stretches to far. So lets hear it, are you going to keep accusing me of things I haven’t done?”

#[ Conversation ]#[ Cypress Diggle ]

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#[ Memories ]#[ Aiden Montague ]#//LOOK children your professor was once fun

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He was going to tell her something evasive, but the truth potion’s effect kept him from it. “Not a chance. I s’pose you’re here to get an outright answer on that. Of course you would use this bloody Veritaserum fiasco against me.”

“God, you are such a child. Only those that lie worry about the Veritaserum.”

#[ Conversation ]#[ Cypress Diggle ]

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“You know, I live out here for a reason. Can’t get a lick of privacy in that castle. Though it seems I can’t get none here either.”

“If you’re done complaining, I want to know if you’re going to let your grudge go or not.”

#[ Conversation ]#[ Cypress Diggle ]

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30 Uncommon Character Development Questions ( send me a number )

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What position does your character sleep in? ( i.e; stomach, side, back, etc. ) Describe why they do this — optional.

Does your character have any noteworthy features? Freckles? Dimples? A scar somewhere unusual? etc.

Does your character have an accent? What does it sound like?

Do they have any verbal tics? Do they have trouble pronouncing certain words or getting their thoughts across clearly?

What are their chief tension areas?

If you were to pick one song — and only one song — to describe your character, what would it be and why?

How does your character perceive themselves? Positive? Negative? Neutral?

Are they a quick thinker or do they need time to sort through their thoughts?

Does your character dream or are their nights filled with an empty blackness? Describe a dream they’ve had or a night they couldn’t sleep and what they did to preoccupy their time.

If they had a choice, would they prefer a subway or a bus for public transportation?

What do they think of creation? Do they believe in evolution or do they believe in God? What is their religion like?

Describe 5 unusual characteristics your muse has.

Have they ever been so overwhelmed they had to stop and take a break from something?

Are they a team player or do they prefer to be solo?

Can they multi-task or must they focus on one subject at a time?

What are their best school subjects? What are their worst? List five of each.

Is your character an introvert or an extrovert? How do they handle big crowds of people?

Are they a leader, do they prefer to follow, or would they rather just stay on the sidelines altogether?

If your character was suddenly challenged, would they rather run away or stay and fight?

If your character was allowed to murder one person without any consequences, who would that person be and why?

Your character has been granted 3 wishes; what would they wish for and why?

Does your character trust people right off the bat or does it take them some time to warm up to someone?

Do they prefer romance or affection? What is the quickest way to your character’s heart?

Does your character have any enemies? If so, who and why?

Do they have any weird bedroom habits? Any unusual kinks?

How does your character prepare for bed? Do they sleep at all or can they stay awake for days on end without trouble?

If your character had one thing to say to their parents before they died, what would it be?

Are they afraid of death? Do they have any regrets?

Does your character get restless when things are too quiet or do they favour solitude and silence? Why?

Finally; if your character was forced to eat one thing for the rest of their life, what would they choose and why?

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socedtheweasel:

“You measly, little–” Her words died in her throat as she was yanked away from the face she so desperately wanted to strike. “Wha’ you doin’? Don’t fuckin’ stop me!”

"Ms. Weasley! May I please have a word with you in my office. Now.”

#[ Conversation ]#[ Cedrella Weasley ]

cypressdiggle:

“You know kids her age, never want to talk with a teacher outside of class.” Cypress was sure now that whatever the student had done, the repercussions were imbalanced. “You’re not going to dinner then?” he asked. Granted, a hot supper without a dragon killer in his midst was an attractive idea, but it was a bit suspicious. What was she up to that had her skipping meals?

"Perhaps it's just you." She muttered, tossing an annoyed expression his direction. The man really knew how grind her gears. "No. And that's none of your concern. Though really seeing how long this conversation has gone on already I doubt you have much care for boundaries."

#[ Conversation ]#[ Cypress Diggle ]

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The phrase evoked a furious pain in Cypress’ gut. The dismissive, enigmatic words had left him with a fearful pang last he’d heard them, and a ghost of that feeling passed through him now. “ ‘Course I can,” he said, badly hiding the bite in his bark, “can’t control what another person’s thinking, can you? Not even the Imperius Curse can truly do that. I s’pose it’s not my business, how you discipline your class. So long as the punishment fits the crime.” He was smiling to hide his gritted teeth.

Ignoring him was definitely the way to go, Vérène continued to remind herself as she walked, him not having left her to it unfortunately. "If you're so curious you should have asked the girl. Now are you going to follow me right into my rooms Professor Diggle? Because I'm not exactly prepared for guests."

#[ Conversation ]#[ Cypress Diggle ]

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“No, not really,” he said lightly, slowing his pace so it matched Vérène’s. She had almost looked happy before seeing Cypress. He wondered if she got a rise out of bullying her students. Vérène had simply seemed strict in the past, but now he had his doubts. “If I may ask, what was she being punished for? Curse another student in the hallway?” Still speaking with contrived politeness, he played the second question off as a joke. The student was much too young to perform any truly damaging spells, no older than a third year.

When he fell in step with her she could have very well hexed his ass half way to the Black Forest though she refrained, not looking in his direction helped. She kept her lips set in a hard line fighting the urge to engage in another round of verbal sparring with. It would be better if she simply ignored him and thoughts of smacking him across the face with the files in her arms. "You can think whatever you want." She said repeating the last words shed spoken to him that other night.

#[ Conversation ]#[ Cypress Diggle ]

cypressdiggle:

Cypress had come up to the castle for dinner early. Though he confined himself to his cabin most of the time, he took his meals in the Great Hall. The Care of Magical Creatures professor was a rubbish chef, and the house elves made the finest kidney pies he’d ever had. He’d decided to revisit the volumes on magizooligy in the library, but upon finding nothing new, left to sit at the staff table and wait for supper. As his footfalls met the stone floor, he crossed paths with a teary-eyed student. “Something the matter?” he asked her, but the girl just shook her head and continued passed him. Cypress looked ahead; down the corridor, he saw Vérène Chevalier leaving her classroom. A pained expression took over his features. Since their explosive argument the previous week, he’d gone out of his way to avoid her. Now, though, he walked quickly to catch up to her, a swift feat with his long legs.

“Professor Chevalier,” he greeted tersely, “That girl with the hair ribbon; she just came from this way. Looked a bit upset to me.” His tone was cordial, but his eyes were full of accusation.

Vérènes' gaze was downcast as she shifted through the files in her arms, when the sound of heavy footsteps drew closer she looked up. The smile on her face faltering. The entirety of her week had gone trying to go about her work business as usual, trying to forget the gapping hole torn into the perfectly serene she'd accomplished at Hogwarts in the last six years. By the time he finished with his question the smile had disappeared lips pressed into a hard line all warmth leaving her eyes. "I'm so monstrous I make little girls cry. Are you surprised?" She asked flatly not waiting for a response as she continued walking.

#[ Conversation ]#[ Cypress Diggle ]

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