She wrinkled her nose at the prospect of roast beef flavored ice cream, but leaned forward to take a bite anyway. Thankfully, it was far from it. “Honey, I think. That’s interesting. Basically a Bertie Bott’s bean in ice cream form.” Astoria shook her head. “Even though I’ve never been a fan of those – goodness. I can never tell the difference between cherry and blood, and grass and green apple.”
She shrugged. “I think I’m good here. I’m pretty sure I’ve gotten everything that I need to. Well, as much as I can remember, anyway. Do you need anything else?”
“ the grass one’s aren’t even that bad but i can’t eat them. i was about seven why my dad got a first hand lesson on anaphylactic shock so i’ve got to take the green ones out. ” stevie took another lick of her ice cream, ( she winced - licorice ) looked down at her empty basket and then back up at the never ending queue of people before shrugging. “ i’m good. ” she could always place an order by owl, it’d be far less stressful than fighting her way to the tills. “ where to next? ”
“Lazy witch. My apologies,” he corrected with a smile, snorting when she shoved him. “Me being short makes me a better quidditch player. I’ve accepted it.” Harry nodded. “Ice cream sounds good. Better get there before it gets flooded with first years and their parents.”
“ well then that makes me an even better quidditch player. you don’t stand a chance this year, harry. ” stevie nodded, thanking merlin the line in flourish and blotts’s was non existent as she quickly payed for her books, looping her arm around harry’s before dragging him towards the door. “ i’ve been thinking, seeing as it’s our last year and all, we should really start drawing up some plans. i fancy going out with a bang. ”
He didn’t play, couldn’t play was more like it, but the quidditch shop had always been one of Evan’s favorites. If only he was more coordinated on a broom; it was embarrassing coming from the same family as Harry and his father, both excellent players. But that didn’t stop him from admiring the new broom that had just been released not a month ago. “They say it’s the fastest model yet,” he breathed, staring at the broom as if it were the most marvelous thing he’d ever seen.
stevie sighed as she eyes up the broom, her breath fogging up the glass of the shop window. quidditch had been stevie’s life since she was big enough to mount a broom, and she’d seen some pretty spectacular brooms, but this- this was something else entirely. she nodded in agreement as her hand came up to press against the glass as she let out a heavy breath through her nose, “ it’s beautiful. ” she marveled, nudging evan with her shoulder without taking her eyes off the display. “ how fast d’you reckon it goes? ”
he raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest. “your’re a witch, are you not?” still, harry reached up and handed her the book from the shelf, lightly hitting her on the side with it before handing it to her. “besides, not like i’m all that much taller than you.”
“ correction, sir: i’m a lazy witch, and that means this wand does not leave this pocket unless absolutely necessary. ” she grinned, her point punctuated with a firm pat to the back pocket of her jeans. she yelped in surprise as harry hit her, playfully shoving him as she took it from his hands. “ oh we know dear, you’re a short arse through and through. ” sighing as she placed the book in her basket, she leaned against the bookshelf. “ i don’t know about you but i’m exhausted. what do you say about ice cream? ”
she jutted out her bottom lip slightly in a pout as her friend spoke but nodded, shrugging. “i suppose so….- merlin, my mother keeps telling me i get too distracted easily…” astoria trailed off and looked at her, smiling at what she said next. “ so sorry, i forgot who i was talking to, miss black,” she giggled, nodding as she leaned forward. “wait, what flavor is it?”
stevis shrugged, shooting her friend another smile. “ nothing to be ashamed of. just means you care, that’s all. ” stevie barked out a laugh, nudging astoria’s shoulder with her own. “ that’s right dear, chaos and the need to fuck shit up course through my veins. ” she winked at her before holding out the cone. “ it’s their new one. it changes every time you lick it. it’s quite nice, you’ve just gotta be prepared for the roast beef. kinda takes you by surprise. ”
“ i hate to be THAT guy, ” stevie said as she flipped the book over in her hands, her school books forgotten as she winced, the dust sleeve sticking to her fingers, “ but shouldn’t WIZEACRE’S POTENT WAND TRICKS FOR AGEING WIX be in the adult section? i don’t think they’re talking about wooden wands if you get me. ”
past/bio: stevie was the product of a one night stand,the two parties quickly forgetting each other until nine months later, when sirius black opened his front door to find a bundle of soft skin and swaddling cloth on his doorstep. raising a child was a struggle for sirius, having absolutely no past experience, but the pair we’re joined at the hip in no time, evident from a young age that stevie black was a carbon copy of her father.
color: dark brown
highlights: none
length: long, occasionally transfigures it short but it doesn’t last for long
style: natural messy curls.
worn: mostly down as it’s usually how it is when she wakes up in the morning, sometimes held up in a bun with her wand.
scars: a few on her arms from quidditch, a large one on her left thigh from an unfortunate run in with the troll foot umbrella holder in grimmauld place.
piercings: two in both her lobes, her right helix and her left tragus.
tattoos: a small stick and poke of a snitch on the back of her left shoulder.
clothing style: apart from her uniform, stevie is never seen without her jeans on and her beloved denim jacket. it used to be her dad’s before he outgrew it, so it was naturally passed on to her. she’s fixed the cracking leather countless times with magic, even going as far as asking madame malkin one september if there was a spell that would stop wear and tear.
distinguishing characteristics: her mouth. she’s probably the loudest person you’ll ever meet, and it’s almost guaranteed that you’ll hear her before you see her.
health
physical ailments: none.
neurological conditions: none.
allergies: grass
sleeping habits: extremely heavy sleeper.
eating habits: will literally eat anything you put in front of her.
exercise habits: the laziest person alive. the only exercise she gets is climbing the stairs to transfiguration and quidditch.
emotional stability: it depends on the situation. she’s usually a calm and collected 4 on a scale of 1-10 but she can easily rocket her way up to a solid 9 in the matter of seconds.
sociability: extrovert.
body temperature: she’s always too warm but her hands are constantly cold.
addictions: none.
drug use: none.
alcohol use: she never drinks heavily but she usually will at quidditch parties.
relationships
father: sirius black.
mother: anna-marie kneen.
siblings: none.
relatives: the black family, considers the potters to be her second family.
family line of work: sirius doesn’t work, having inherited the large black family fortune.
best friends: astoria greengrass.
friends: tba.
love interest: tba.
enemies: tba.
education
school: hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry, formerly private-tutored.
house: gryffindor.
best core class: defense against the dark arts.
worst core class: herbology.
elective: ghoul studies.
quidditch: she's a beater.
extra-curricular: none.
magic
wand:
- length: 10 and a half inches.
- flexibility: surprisingly springy.
- wood: cherry.
- core: unicorn tail hair.
pets: a ginger cat named nicole kidman
boggart: being alone.
patronus: a duck.
amortentia: burning wood, leather, cinnamon & the smell of the streets after it’s rained
favorites
theme song: she’s electric by oasis.
food: literally anything as long as her dad hasn’t made it.
“I feel like I’m going to get lecture by McGonagall when I get back to school. I never finished my schedule,” she worried her bottom lip. “I have no idea which electives to choose — that won’t interfere with what books I need to buy will it? Because I won’t be able to get back to Diagon Alley after I finish my schedule, so I’ll probably just have to buy every book now.”
stevie ran her tongue over her ice cream as she listened to astoria’s worries. she didn’t even dare tell the girl she hadn’t bought any of her books yet, instead deciding to make a very long pit stop at Fortescue’s instead. she mulled her answer over, wiping the chocolate sauce from her lip. “ what’s the worst she can do, ‘storia? make you take even more subjects than you were probably planning to? ” stevie joked, taking another lick of her ice cream before placing what she hoped was a comforting hand on the other girl’s arm. “ look, if worst comes to worst and you need more books, you can send in an order by owl. and if she still has a problem, i’ll remind her whose daughter i really am. ” she teased with a grin before holding out her cone. “ want some? ”
“I don’t think staring at your book list is going to do much good,” Harry commented as he made his way around the other, reaching for a book on the top shelf. “You even know what you’re looking for?”
stevie huffed out a sigh, messily folding her list as she tilted her head back to look at Harry. “ i was hoping that you’d take the hint and help me. ” a sickly sweet grin spread across her face as she batted her eyelashes at him comically. “ pretty please? ”
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⛔️ - How does your muse react to others breaking the law? If they would do it themselves, what is their reasoning?
📩 - Does your muse prefer to physically write letters or send them online? Why?
📢 - Does your muse have a loud personality or a quiet one? Do they enjoy being the center of attention, or would they rather watch and listen?
📊 - How does your muse feel about the state of the world? Could it be better? Could it be worse?
👨 - What is your muse’s relationship like with their father?
👩 - What is your muse’s relationship like with their mother?
👧 - What is your muse’s relationship like with their siblings?
👻 - Does your muse believe in an afterlife? What do they think it’s like?
⏰ - Does your muse feel like they need to do things quickly or do they take their time?
⌛️ - How often does your muse think about death? Do they think about it at all?
🔗 - What are your muse’s standards for meaningful relationships? How quickly do they form relationships like these?
🌎 - Does your muse want to change the world? How would they go about it?
🎭 - How does your muse handle their emotions? Do they bottle them up or pour them out as soon as they start to feel?
🌠 - Would your muse make a wish on a star? If so, what would they wish for?
🎁 - Does your muse celebrate their birthday? If yes, how do they celebrate? If no, why not?
💅 - How does your muse feel about gender roles? Do they conform to them, or do they play by their own rules?
🌺 - Does your muse have a favorite flower? Why do they like it?
