i get more angry

  a pretty girl with a sharp knife behind her back.  

[horrificmemes]

Fear-Themed Headcanon Questions

Send one (or a few) to my muse and they’ll answer: 

Spiders: Does your muse squish bugs or put them outside? The Dark: Did your muse sleep with a nightlight as a child? Snakes: Would your muse ever keep an unusual/exotic pet? Blood: What’s the worst injury your muse has ever had? Clowns: Does your muse prefer comedy? Or horror? Mirrors: What is your muse’s least favorite thing about their appearance? Tight Space: Does your muse ever feel that they’re not living up to their own potential? Closet Monsters: Does your muse hide any aspects of their personality/life from others? Crowds: What does your muse think of big cities? Death: Name one thing your muse has lost that they wish they could get back. Ghosts: Has your muse ever seen something they couldn’t explain? Needles: Does your muse have a strong stomach? Curses: Does your muse believe in good/bad luck? How about karma? Heights: Is your muse a risk-taker? Solitude: Name 3 things your muse couldn’t live without. Fire: Would your muse rather be very cold, or very hot? Failure: Has your muse ever given up on an important dream? Abandonment: How would your muse win back someone who left them? The Unknown: Is your muse a philosophical person? Boogeyman: What position does your muse sleep in? Falling: What does your muse think about falling in love or commitment?  Change: What was a turning point in your muse’s life? Disease: What does your muse do on a sick day? Number 13: Does your muse believe any superstitions?  Noise: Name one sound your muse finds absolutely unbearable. Insects: Name something your muse finds gross or annoying.  Dolls: Has your muse ever collected something? Getting Old: Would your muse rather live 50 years loved, or 200 years alone? Social Phobia: Does your muse consider themselves an outgoing person?

[ofravennas]

     @ohlestrangex​

     The muffled crack with which she apparated to the familiar door was almost pleasing after what felt like an eternity of being unable to use her powers. A sharp few knocks against the dark material announced her arrival; though she would have made plans in advance if it were anyone else, she’d never felt the need to explain to Athena what and when she’d be doing anything. Whether or not the other witch was bothered by her behaviour was way beyond her caring. Right now, there was only one thing in her mind and it was only somewhat, she thought, fueled by the traumatic experience they’d both lived mere hours before. 

     She hadn’t expected the wave of relief that came over her when she saw the other’s face in the doorway, as if a part of her had been truly worried that the door might never be answered, as if Athena had been truly in danger. Words failed her, as they usually did; after all, her actions were a lot more fruitful when trying to convey a message. Whether that be someone’s throat being slit, or... Her hazel hues stared intensely into the other’s for what felt like a million years before she, without a word, walked the steps that separated the two to close the distance between them. An experienced boot kicked the door shut just as her cold hands found each side of Athena’s face to hold her in place when she crashed her lips against hers. 

[ofravennas]

florencerosier​:

Florence’s workroom wasn’t the most comforting place. The walls were windowless, the place only lit by enchanted lanterns that hung from the ceiling in a pattern only recognizable to the metalworker. There weren’t many places to sit nor lounge, as Florence didn’t particularly enjoy when customers would linger, and yet, she had offered the place as a sort of sanctum for knights who needed to take some time to get away. She’d cancelled all of her meetings for the week, so any knight who popped in could do so knowing there would be privacy. Florence had no homemaking instinct, but she understood what people needed in a crisis: quiet, sustenance, and reassurance. There were a few enchanted plates and goblets - inspired by the place settings at Hogwarts, though without any of the restrictions in place for children - and she’d summoned a small couch for a person or two to sprawl. As for reassurance, well, Florence wasn’t a part of the knights for her pep talks, but she wasn’t cruel to her fellow purists. She could reassure them this, at least: once they figured out who was behind the attack, they were going to make them suffer.

She was bent over a particularly tricky hand mirror when she heard the footsteps coming from her fireplace. “Make yourself at home,” she called, not quite ready to stop tinkering. “I’ll be with you in a moment.” Brow furrowed, she tapped the midsection of the handle, jumping back slightly when the metal sparked. “Fine,” she muttered, “I’ll deal with you later.” Florence wiped her hands on her apron, lifting her glasses to rest on the top of her head, and turned to face her guest. “Welcome.” With a wave of her wand, she closed the Floo. “Did you want to talk, or did you want some silence?”

     .

     There few places, outside of her home, where Ravenna felt at peace. When she didn’t feel the need to put on that fake smile she was so accustomed to wear and play with the hem of her skirts like the sensitive young woman she pretended to be. Florence had found her; truly, there was no other way to put it. It wasn’t that Ravenna was lost per se, but within the grand scheme of the Knights, someone had yet to take a chance on her. Mentor her. Train her and have her reach the entirety of her potential. Florence had seen something in her, she wasn’t precisely sure what, but she’d taken her under her wing of sorts, and her shop had become somewhat of a safe space for her. In between those four walls, the blonde could drop her facade and live quietly before she had to go back out into the world with the stiff mask she’d been crafting forever. 

     Stepping into the familiar setting, she made her way towards her favorite armchair, where she sat silently, simply observing everything around her. This place had always been so intriguing to her, and with no other guests other than herself, she could really scan the room and become familiar with it. Until the older woman approached her. She hadn’t said these words outloud before, not really -- with Athena, it had been different. They didn’t need as many syllables to understand one another. Evidently, she couldn’t communicate with Florence the same way she did with the other woman, which had her speaking the following: “They questioned me.” A pause, as if she wanted the tension to grow between them before she continued. “I’ve mastered the art of crying on cue, I was very convincing,” she giggled.

[ofravennas]

charisblck​:

Charis hardly rose to her own feet after feeling the the air was being taken from her lungs. She pushed through the crowd in attempt to find anyone who could give her an explanation as to what was happening to them. Her initial thought was this was some mudblood trick– they wanted those with pure blood to feel knocked down a peg. However, Charis’ suspicion was proved wrong as halfbloods and muggle borns were left without their powers as well. She didn’t know who that man at the center of the stage had been, but she did know that he was now on the lists of several blood thirsty witches and wizards.

Passing through the crowd, Charis was interrupted in her search for the mystery man when she locked eyes with the Carrow. A smirk lifted at Charis’ lips, she knew that look. It was the same lustful look for blood she wore herself during the Global War. If their powers were gone, they could at least have fun in some more unconventional ways. “I haven’t even the faintest clue. But you and I Ravenna, we are to find him and we are to kill him with no mercy.” Charis spoke sharply to Ravenna. No one would take her powers as resume life as normal. No one got to best Charis Black and get away with it.

     .

     If she was being honest ( which, admittedly, was a rare occurance), Ravenna didn’t give two shits about blood purity. She’d been raised right, like the most proper of ladies, with the appropriate manners and all that jazz, but her parents hadn’t been involved in the Global War and they weren’t involved in whatever this would bubble up to be, either. Ravenna’s participation had little to do with what was at stake: she’d known people on the entire blood spectrum and, virtually, she’d thoroughly disliked all of them. She wasn’t getting in line to die for anyone, she wasn’t begging to be a martyr for any cause because she simply did not care either way. No, what drove her to be the killing machine she was... It was something else. It was the smell of fresh blood and the metal taste against her tongue that one time, all those years ago, when at thirteen, she caved and licked her knife. And it wasn’t even about it being savory, no. It was about the fac that she could do it because she’d drained someone’s life out of their body and she, and only she, stood victorious over the corpse.

     Her killer instinct had been somewhat contained, kept under control, for most of her life. Admittedly, when she moved into her own flat and was able to stay out for as long as she wanted without needing to make up an explanation for her Mother, her body count increased considerably in more than one sense. But she’d never before felt how she did now, feeling like the air had been punched out of her lungs and struggling to get it back, like the very essence of her had been ripped from her body. And Charis was the perfect accomplice. She too knew what that delicious rush felt like and she, too, could never get enough of it. “I can already hear his begs for mercy,” she quipped, thoroughly amused by the thought of someone pleading at the pointy end of her sharpest dagger. With that, she was finally able to pull herself up onto her two feet and take in the absolute chaos that was unfolding around them. Getting away with murder, quite literally, would be easier than it had ever been. “I won’t sleep tonight unless I know I’ve done my part,” she confided in the other, certain she’d understand what she meant. Sticking her hand into her pocket, she allowed her digits to graze the sharp edge of her dagger, an instinctive wicked smile playing upon her lips. “I’m taking the back,” she announced.

[ofravennas]

     Even in her darkest, most twisted, revolting nightmare of days, Ravenna had never cursed so much. For a woman who’d spent her whole life watching her every word and choosing her phrases as carefully as humanly possible in order to keep her polite facade intact, she found a different kind of curse a lot more enticing. She’d never cared about other people’s using of them, though more often than not found them to be an indication that the other person had the range of expression of a child. Even in her darkest torments of others, or even when her plans didn’t go exactly how she’d expected, she’d never cursed. Until now. For someone who’d crafted the perfect character for the past twenty-eight years, she was too quick ( for her taste, even ) to let her mask fall off as soon as she recovered from the draining feeling of something being taken from her. 

     As soon as she was able to stand up properly, Ravenna clutched onto the first limb she saw; an arm belonging to-- ah. She’d move on to some unluckier strangers later -- not doubt the shiny, sharp dragger in her pocket would see more blood today than ever before. Hazel hues penetrated into the opposite set of eyes with a fury she’d only ever shown herself and her late victims. Her intense glare screamed I’m going for revenge and I’ll have their head to attest to my victory. “Mother-- fucker,” she hissed through gritted teeth, nails nearly digging into the other’s arm. “Who was that?” I want to know whose name to add to my list.

[ofravennas]

     @ohlestrangex​

     Oh, to casually walk down the narrow streets of Diagon Alley and accidentally pass the flooding crowd cramping through the tall doors into the arena. Haven’t they read the news? Or what can happen to bodies who do the wrong thing, at the wrong time, in the wrong place? Some people never learned from their mistakes, they forgot and relapsed and though, yes, it made her nights a lot more entertaining, Ravenna couldn’t help but wonder if she was perhaps taking advantage of a much weaker enemy. Her doubts were easily erased from her mind at the sight of one specific set of curls, strands of hair she knew so well, she could feel the shadow of them underneath the tips of her fingers. “My, my,” she acted surprised, her face never beraying her and showing only this curious facade, as if she couldn’t wait to hear what the speaker had to say. “It’s relieving to see a friendly face,” she assured her, only loud enough that others around them would hear -- she was good at covering any plotholes, she did learn from her mistakes. “This ought to be quite the spectacle, I can’t wait,” she stressed, casually reaching out her hand  to caress down the woman’s arm until she took her hand in hers. “You don’t mind, do you? I wouldn’t want to get lost within the crowd.”

[ofravennas]

lsstrange​:

Cassius was sat in the waiting room of St. Mungo’s, a place he knew all too well by then. Since he wasn’t the most cautious of Curse Breakers the former Slytherin had amassed a rather impressive collection of injuries throughout his years in the career. He’d also gotten to know pretty much every nurse and Healer in the hospital, or at least had learned which names to associate with which face if he hadn’t met them in person. 

At present, Cass was sprawled across a chair, eyes shut and trying to ignore the incessant sobs of a nearby couple. Ugh, you’re whatever is dying, just get over it, people do that … It was really messing with his already messed up sleep schedule. Before he could open his mouth to make a snide comment about the situation, the sound of a familiar voice caught his interest. As he noticed the softness in the woman’s tone, Cassius did his absolute best to hold back a wave of laughter. When he failed, the former Slytherin masked it as well as he could with a supposed fit of coughing. 

Blue eyes flicked open and it didn’t take them long to find the slender figure of the blonde. “ Healer Carrow. “ Cassius spoke in greeting before his gaze moved to the others in the waiting room. “ If she’s on the job, your friend or loved one is in good hands. “ Yeah, right. The Curse Breaker trying to look and sound as compassionate as he could possible muster. 

.

     Deep down, Ravenna lamented the fact that she couldn’t be as reckless as some of her peers; she adored her scheming, the silent preying on a victim before jumping out with her claws out as much as the next girl but she couldn’t help but wonder if she might be more respected within the ranks of the Knights if she wore scars and scratches on her skin like trophies won after a successful battle. To keep her pristine facade, this idea that she was such a delicate flower in need of someone who’d protect her, her skin ought to be smooth, lacking any indication of how she spent her free time. 

     The burst of laughter ( no matter how much he tried to mask it as an injured man’s coughing, she knew better ) was an uncommon occurance in the waiting room of the hospital, and not without reason -- families wept and friends mourned over the loss of their loves ones. Ravenna was immune to their sobbing by now, as any competent doctor she’d met, but she would never have laughed at their sorrow. She wasn’t completely merciless, she might do it private, if at all. Cassius words, his attempt to make better of the situation, made her at least relieved he wasn’t about to make a scene in the middle of her workplace. He was a known patient, a regular even, and she wouldn’t want her co-workers to look at her suspiciously when she spoke to him. She smiled, eyes fixed on the ground as if she were so embarrassed at the nice things he had to say about her; she even got a wave of blush to cover her cheeks. 

     “That’s very kind of you, Mr. Lestrange,” she thanked him, giving one last apologetic look at the sobbing family in front of her before stepping towards him. “You ought to be more caureful in your work, sir, lest you injure yourself permanently,” she lamented once in front of him, kneeling down before him to take a closer look. “Has anyone seen this yet?” she hummed, nodding her head at his wounds, “These will scar.”

[ofravennas]

dorothymin​:

Dorothy responded to the woman’s laugh with one of her own - short, nearly humorless, but commiserating. “Sure, super wonderful,” she replied, her tone conveying exactly how wonderful she considered it. She closed her notebook, grabbed the quill, stashed them in her bag – the woman’s presence reminded Dorothy that she was off the clock. Besides, she didn’t want to be rude. She exhaled slowly, glancing at the woman next to her with a sheepish expression. “I don’t mean to sound ungrateful. A job’s a job – and mine could be worse.”

When the blonde laughed, Dorothy smiled, nodding. She’d been mostly joking, but a small part of her had hoped. Stories were built on the backs of passerbys. Still, she could hardly blame this stranger for not having the insider information she sought. The work week was starting to get to her. Dorothy tried to relax, nodding in agreement with the woman’s statement. “Sure. Probably the smarter thing to do. I can’t help but stick my nose where it shouldn’t be.” Dorothy shrugged. “Sometimes I worry that maybe it’s too much of a distraction, you know? If there is something sinister happening, we can’t all dig our heads in the sand.“ She pressed her lips together in thought. “But you’re right. Sports do provide a distraction. Levity is always welcome. Sorry,” she added, glancing back over at the blonde, “I don’t mean to be such a downer.”

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     The woman closed her notebook and Ravenna’s expression morphed into one of regret. “Oh, I’m sorry-- please, don’t stop working on my account, truly I was simply... I had to ask, my family’s very worried and I wanted to bring them some lighter news for once,” she explained. The other needn’t know she lived alone because her last roommate had perished and her mother couldn’t be less preoccupied by anyone’s disappearance. As long as Ravenna was still making bedroom eyes at the right people, the Carrows weren’t all that bothered. 

     As Dorothy went on about how she didn’t mind her job, Ravenna almost felt bad that she was trusting her of all people with venting about her problems. If only she knew, she’d rather be the problem than any solution. Still, her mask had been perfected for years now and it would have taken someone just like her to see the smallest crack in her flawless facade. “No need to apologize, dear, it’s... Terrible times we’re living, I believe it’s only natural to worry,” she comforted the other with words she’d used so many times before they’d mostly lost all meaning to her. “In all honesty, I don’t know what to think about that-- rally, have you heard? I hear so many will attend, I don’t know... I see so many injured at St. Mungo’s...” because I’m a Healer, because I’m nice, you can let your guard down, “it’s hard to imagine anything else.”

[ofravennas]

ohlestrangex​:.

Athena had few people she could be truly herself around. Cassius got the most of her, but Ravenna was a close second. Athena’s brother had been the only one who had ever known her as well as she had known herself, and now that he was dead, she was more than happy to retreat into herself and pretend that nothing could hurt her if she kept everyone away. Besides, to be a woman with authority and opinions was dangerous in a world run by men. Ravenna understood that, and she used it to her advantage—something that Athena couldn’t help but admire. She had never been able to blend in so seamlessly. 

“I have tried all manner of charms to get that bloody musty smell out of here,” she said, letting out a huff of frustration. “I even brought the elf in here to see if she could do something about it. Absolutely nothing.” Athena scoffed. “Useless.” She leaned back against her desk, her arms folded lightly over her chest as she looked Ravenna over. “I hope you aren’t truly expecting tea,” she joked lightly. Tea—and other domestic chores—had never been Athena’s strong suit.

.

     Unlike what she knew of Athena and the energy the other gave off, Ravenna got a rush out of pretending to be someone she was not. In her mind, it made who she truly was so much more interesting, a lot more complicated; it gave her the best character traits a villain could ever have. Sly, silent, graceful, deadly even when mixed with her own kind. Her Knights, her colleages, though she usually thought them beneath her, had seen what she was capable of and thought they knew all there was to her, but she suspected Athena knew better. In her opinion, one couldn’t truly ever know another person if that someone didn’t want to be known. Some things she let others see, yes, because it was part of the game -- be seen and you’ll be allowed to see, as well. Give and take, push and pull, it was all about power, and there was nothing Ravenna craved more. 

     Except, perhaps, a cup of tea. “That’s disappointing,” she clicked her tongue, awfully aware of the other woman’s eyes on her though she kept looking around the room and avoiding her gaze. Let her watch for as long as she wanted -- Ravenna knew what a sight for sore eyes she was, and she had to admit Athena’s attention wasn’t too terrible to count on. “Is there anything else you can offer me?” she hummed, only then spinning on her heels to look at the other. The timing of her phrasing and her movement was anything but a coincidence and she called attention to her set up with a quick raise of her eyebrows. 

[ofravennas]

ohlestrangex​:

Ravenna had a way about her that Athena found captivating. The way that she could flip so easily between the sweet, airy pureblood girl to the cold, calculating and precise Knight was enough to keep Athena coming back. (The fact that she was beautiful as well was an added bonus.) She turned and felt a somewhat dramatic, fake sigh leave her lips. She had gotten good at pretending, at least, to be one of the charming, airheaded pureblood girls as well, though Athena certainly had a much more difficult time hiding it than Ravenna seemed to. “I know. My entire shop was plastered in them, can you believe it?” 

She put the last of the fliers in the trash before reaching a hand out to squeeze Ravenna’s arm lightly—the only touch they could get away with in public without anything seeming suspicious between them. Of course, there wasn’t anything specific between them…but there wasn’t nothing, either. “Would you like to come in for some tea? I was just about to put on a fresh pot.” She gave Ravenna her most charming smile as someone walked by. As soon as they were alone, she’d drop the facade.

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     The woman’s grazing of her arm was welcomed with a nod, simple nod of her head, which she in turn lowered as if the entire world weighed on her shoulders. And... Didn’t it? There was something so empowering about knowing Athena was, too ,pretending, and, more so, being so accutely aware of what details about her speech and cadence were made up and which weren’t. Though she had never been truthfully, fully transparent with anyone ( that would absolutely destroy her reputation for certain ), the one opposite to her had come the closest. She too, no doubt, could tell which sighs and sweet smiles had been rehearsed multiple times. 

     “That sounds lovely,” she agreed with, precisely, one of the many feigned curving of her lips. Ravenna let her fingers graze Athena’s hand on her arm for a split of a moment before she moved to enter the store. “What I wouldn’t do for a fresh cuppa,” was the last thing she spoke before stepping foot through the door and her expression faded to an absolute neutral face. “Your place smells old, dear,” words certainly passed down by her mother, but nontheless true for her sensitive nose.

[ofravennas]

dorothymin​:

Dorothy was startled out of her concentration by the nervous sound of a woman’s voice. She jumped, ever so slightly, not used to being caught off-guard in public. The quill paused midstroke as she turned to take in the person who had surprised her. Pretty, blonde, seemingly innocuous and vaguely familiar. Dorothy was used to seeing faces she couldn’t quite place to names – living in London, a hub for Hogwarts graduates, provided plenty of opportunities for that to happen. She tried to wrack her brain to remember if this was an acquaintance she was meant to remember, but based on the fact that the woman hadn’t used her name, Dorothy figured she was in the clear. She gave the stranger a smile, shaking her head slightly.

“No, thankfully,” she replied, her eyes running over her notes. The buzz on the street was still mostly focused on the upcoming rally, but Dorothy hadn’t forgotten about the disappearances. The thought made something click in her brain, and the quill moved quickly, jotting down rally cover for disappearances? She returned her gaze to the woman. “That’s not really my jurisdiction, anyway,” she said, unable to stop her eyes from rolling slightly, the words of her editor floating through her memory. The people need their Quidditch more than they need another think piece on missing people, Min. “I mostly cover the Quidditch games, those scandals. Nothing as deep as disappearances. Unless you’ve got a hot tip you’d like to give me,” she joked, her mouth turning upwards into a wry smile.

.

     Oh, the annoyance in the woman’s face was evident -- eyes rolling to the back of her head could only mean two specific things, and Ravenna, though vain to no end, hadn’t ( yet ) reached a level of unconsciousness enough that’d lead her to believe the simply four words she’d spoken would have had such a climactic effect on this stranger. No, this woman was annoyed, undoubtedly, and now Ravenna had found a string to keep pulling from. Her favorite type of interaction, no doubt. Her eyebrows shot up and she soon accompanied her expression with a side grin and a short laugh. “Oh, sports? How wonderful,” she chimed, rubbing her gloved hands together for some warmth ( as if she didn’t feed off the piercing cold ). 

     The implication that she might have a story for her made her giggle, a reaction she had prepared right at the tip of her tongue at all times. She shook her head vaguely and commented, “Believe me you, I do wish I could be of some help-- but oh, I try to stay as far away from all of-- that as possible, you know,” she excused herself, her voice lowering in the end of her phrase, as if even speaking of it ashamed her. “Sports are a good distraction, we all need something lighter to focus on, don’t we?” she nodded sadly, offering an empathetic look.

[ofravennas]

kmckinnxn​:

。·:✧:·  LIFTING HER HEAD from the patient’s bed, she turned to Ravenna. Naturally, she’d guessed what the other nurse was about to say. She didn’t really want to think of anything outside of the hospital at the moment, especially in regards to that topic. Her parents were most likely in the area, not necessarily at the rally, but keeping an eye on it. “I heard the other nurses talking about it.” Biting the corner of her lip, she turned her head back to look at the patient, making sure they were indeed asleep, despite the silent spell. “I hope not a lot. These never go well. Someone always gets hurt. I just hope my parents haven’t actually decided to go.”

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     Oh, her parents -- that’s truly precious. The look of empathy on her face was one she’d perfected over the years: the perfect balance between caring and staying distant, with the slightest drop of nostalgia and fear. Ravenna had praised herself on her skills multiple times, and it was moments like this that she was assured, if she hadn’t gone down the path she had, acting would have been the safest bet. “Tumultuous times,” she regretted with a disappointed shaking of her head. “Like an overflowing pot, just... Can’t end well,” Ravenna clicked her tongue regretfully. “I hope you’ll stay away, stay safe... One can never be too careful about their own life,” she spoke in a mere whisper, confiding in the other woman.

[bob-belcher]

DARE ME (2019-)

[ofravennas]

     @ohlestrangex​

[ofravennas]

     Throughout her studying to become a Healer, Ravenna had made a point to leave none of her leisure time preys conscious enough to be able to match her face to the wicked words she’d muttered as her sharp ends dug the deepest wounds on their flesh. Since starting her work at St. Mungo’s, she’d doubled her efforts -- you wouldn’t know how many of their families had cried on her shoulder, unknowing that her hands were stained with their loved one’s fresh blood. It was empowering and it kept her on edge even during the most borings of days at work. She’d seen many known faces roaming these corridors and she’d always always offered an apologetic smile as an acknowledgement of their suffering. Sometimes... Her curiosity simply got the best of her. Like this one day, where she couldn’t help herself from approaching the figure sat in the waiting room. “Family or friends?” spoke her softest, most fragile tone, as if she were truly so affected by her dying patients. As if she didn’t adore the feeling of life being drained from a body under her skilled hands and wand.

[wellitsnotorigami]

[ofravennas]

     @dorothymin​

     Ravenna had never cared about journalists -- don’t get her wrong, checking the news was the first thing she did every morning. To her mother, she posed as a concerned child, a lady so struck by everything their community was going through. Since she’d finally moved into her own flat, she’d dropped her every-morning mask and didn’t need to pretend anymore not to be scanning the pages to see if her name or face ever popped up. So far, she’d been more than careful - with her parents supporting the movement she took part in but unwilling to fight themselves, they had no reason to know their precious daughter was the deadliest of hit women. Alas, journalists... Too nosy for their own good, in her opinion, too keen on asking questions nobody wanted to answer and whose answers would do nothing but alert the population of the terrible happenings of the past months. 

     However, Ravenna had never skipped an opportunity to show off ( to herself ) her outstanding acting abilities -- really, how else would you call them when she’d been pretending since age five? A floating quill scribbling furiously on a parchment could only mean one thing and, though the day had been long and tiresome and she was craving a bath, Ravenna just couldn’t help herself. “Pardon me,” she spoke, finally standing beside the woman and the non-stop writing. “I don’t mean to bother you, forgive me, I just couldn’t help... I wanted to ask...” oh, she’d mastered the poor young lady, stumbling over her words tone at the young age of fourteen and it was still impecable. “Not another disappearance, is it?” 

[ofravennas]

     @kmckinnxn​

     People travelled fast and news, faster, in this damned community. Ravenna was not one to get caught up in gossip and hearsay ( key word being caught ) but she had to play her part, fit in with the rest of the healers who couldn’t stop talking about it. She’d tried already to change the subject but it appeared to be following her around; eventually, she embraced it. “You’ve heard?” she spoke softly, the patient was finally asleep and the other woman was close enough to hear her perfectly. Her wand moved slowly over the still face between them, casting a routinary silent spell. Ravenna shook her head slowly, feigning the most credible of regrets before clicking her tongue. “I wonder how many people will be there,” she hummed.