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doesnttalkalot‌:

“no, that’s the other one,” he said with a certainty that was often lacking in his other conversations. he was not one to speak without thinking, without going over his words several times, but he took the liberty to do so here. “i think– last time you heard a cauldron of hot strong love, you said it was revolting and that they must have sampled the screeches of a thousand mandrakes. it was rather funny.”

the memory brought a small smile on his face now, the corners of a grin lilting just enough upwards to be noticeable. while it was not unusual for him to be found with a smile, there was an earnestness in his eyes that was saved for few. “you might not care for them, but you’ve certainly heard them loads of times, opal,” he reminded her gently, “i don’t think we’ve been to a wedding where they didn’t play one or the other.”

“mom used to play them too,” jasper tacked on, before shrugging, “but that was when we were really young, so maybe you don’t remember that.”

he furrowed his brow, deep in thought. suddenly, he couldn’t recall whether she had played the songs for all three of the triplets or just him. he had a vision of lucinda chasing the other two in the garden, trying to wrangle them, as celestina warbeck’s warbling voice played in the background. perhaps– she had played them just for him.

“ oh, duh, “ opal said, like that had cleared anything up for her. it didn’t mind much to her whether it did or didn’t; jasper seemed more assured of her answer to his question than she had been, and she was happy to let her brother take the reigns on this one. she trusted him --- in general, yes, but his memory for events was better than hers. most anything short of momentous turned hazy upon recall, which was fine by her. the important things stayed. and jasper would always be around to remind her of her exact insult of an ancient song. “ maybe I don’t care for them precisely because I’ve heard them loads, “ she countered, a soft smile to match his framing her words.

“ I swear, my wedding, when it happens, will only have music from this century. barring that, it’ll at least only have music that’s decent. “ she shook her head, cast back suddenly into a dozen hazy memories of weddings and events with their mother’s quidditch circle --- the mandrake-like crooning sending gathered adults into a tizzy every time her songs played. “ --- and if you must play her at your wedding, I beg you, for my sake, limit it to two songs. “

if he wanted to play more of her ( for whatever reason, honestly, opal couldn’t stand celestina --- ) opal knew she’d allow it. but she had to seem firm in this lest he get any crazy ides about cauldron full of hot strong love, dear merlin.

“ hm. “ she was content to take jasper’s word here as well. it rung faint bells, enough that she felt comfortable agreeing with him. “ yes, now that you mention it --- “ opal said, tapping her fingers in loose approximation of the tune jasper had just hummed himself. “ see, if it had only been mum, I doubt I’d mind the songs as much. weddings, I’m telling you, ruin music. “

#(c.)#(c┊jasper.)

zdiggory‌:

“yeah, but you don’t.” he replies lazily, vocal cords dragging across the words as his eyes continue down the page. inferi are not the only instance of magic which can re-animate the dead, nor are they the darkest, but they are the most consistent. his eyes flicker upwards, just briefly, and he snorts. “no. legilimency is a little too… invasive, and a little too waffley, for my taste. kinda like divination. anyone can change their mind. nothing’s set in stone - except for the fact that you are far, far too cookie cutter to want to read secrets of the darkest arts. and the light’s mine ‘cause i got here first.” he replies, carefully marking his page and closing the book. “oh, you wanna bet?” a smirk takes over z’s features. “we’ll start with the fact that you’re sixth year, and i’m guessing you’re here for class, given i don’t usually see you skulking the booths in this section. you’re not here for potions or herbology - those books are about four shelves back towards the entrance. and like i said - you’re cookie cutter. so it’s not some interest in dark magic, all of a sudden. so it’s either a history book they’ve deemed too risque to risk younger kids getting their hands on - or it’s something dangerous, but not dark. sixth year, in this climate… no, it won’t just be advanced defense stuff. my guess? well, you’re either struggling with wandless magic, or you’re excelling and you want to know more. if i’m right, check the middle shelf there. should find what you’re looking for.”

“ oh, “ opal said, the syllable lush on her even tone. never mind that she thought, all things considered, she quite liked the sound of being cookie-cutter. ( after all, who in their right mind didn’t like cookies? who in their right mind didn’t like her? it only made sense. ) the descriptor felled from z’s mouth made her own lips curl, a poor facsimile of her usual beaming smile. perhaps calling it a poor anything was unkind; even if she couldn’t see herself, opal thought the sharp smirk must cut a dashing look on her. “ I love bets. “ she cocked her head and dragged her gaze over him --- letting it linger a second too long everywhere it touched. appraising. opal tended not to think about people until they gave her reason to; this conversation and its undercurrent of dismissal was all she needed to notice z. “ and I love secrets, especially those someone bound up all nice and neat in a book. secrets of the darkest arts wasn’t quite on my reading list this evening, but it sounds a lovely bedtime read. I’ll have it. “ she smiled; took another step towards him while she tore her gaze and let it wander over the shelves. “ really. if you haven’t seen me around I must never be around? I hardly need to be here to get a book from this aisle. if I just ask the librarian sweetly, I can get whatever I want. “ opal raked an absent hand through her hair, tossing it back from her shoulder as her attention was snagged by a spine on the opposite shelf. oh, she thought, I’ve been meaning to read up on time. she picked it up and continued speaking to z as she skimmed its introduction. “ I’m not here for class, besides. I’ve excelled at wandless magic since I was eleven and asked professor chang if I could broaden my horizons while it’s the focus. hence, permission. to read up on ... well, whatever I want, I suppose. some wandless magic, but if I want the continued pleasure of your company, I’ll find something here, too. “ opal looked up at z once more, smile returned bright and congenial; her smirk hidden inside it if he cared to look.

#(c.)#(c┊z.)#blood tw #in the gif

zdiggory‌:

where: library; restricted section when: monday, february 26th, morning who: open

there’s a girl gone. z heard the plan, of course, and tasted bloody, metallic bitterness in his throat at the idea that they might need him. might ask him to take her. to hurt her. make her squeak. but she was already gone, and he hides that relief in a smile. they’re safe, for now. he doesn’t need to do evil. the worst part is that he’s sort of… not sad about it, no. but he feels empty. and that’s terrifying. sickening. and there’s nothing that he can fill himself with. so he settles on books: on the library, on poring over information that dances on the edge of darkness, holed up in the restricted section and hoping for some peace of mind - not that it’s at all likely. his wand twirls between two fingers of his left hand: between the fingers of his right, the cross necklace he tries not to let become obvious. he’s so engrossed that he doesn’t hear footsteps between the shelves until his dim firelight becomes even dimmer. “i know bloody well you don’t want this book. and i know there’s plenty of other seats. so why’re you blocking my light?”

“ I totally could want that book, “ opal declared, absently. she wasn’t even looking at z as she said it, too engrossed in looking at the titles strung along the shelves between where she stood and he sat. but even with only a fraction of her mind focused on him, she resented the idea that he might have a book, and might think she didn’t want to read it. for that --- it wasn’t the book she was looking for, clearly. she wouldn’t peg the eternal slacker as one for advanced theories behind the invention of new, wandless, defensive spells. but, for that, she turned on her heels and cocked her head, throwing the full force of her gaze at him through narrowed eyes. “ are you a legilimens now, z? if not, I don’t see how, with the whole library around us, you could possibly guess the book I’m after. “ a faint smile curved over her lips, and she took a few steps closer to him, though she returned her focus to the shelves. opal’s mission here was finding her books before it was talking to the ravenclaw. “ I have permission to be in the restricted section, you know. so I also don’t quite see how you have any more ownership over the light than I do. “

#(c.)#(c┊z.)

swtfcde‌:

the presence of the other brought a sense of lightheartedness to mailan. she could feel light drops of rain drizzle over where they stood. the soft breeze that went along with the rain caused goosebumps to adorn her skin. rainy days felt peaceful but gloomy. and the dark clouds that towered above them reflected the most recent events. “i am purely amazed at such skill.” the un-smugness in opal’s voice caused mailan’s smile to double in size. maybe between the two of them, they could make the day bright again. “hm, yeah. that’s definitely true. though i love snow but it would have made me want to not get up at all. the best thing about snowy days is staying up cuddled up underneath thousands of blankets.”

she never knew what to expect with the weather; maybe she should have asked the divination professor. “you do? how so? and honestly, i don’t know if i’m ever in the mood for the air. i’m like terrified of falling. i love watching people fly. though but my skills are so mediocre. i’ve forgotten everything i learned on my first year.” there was a pause, and then she hummed. going to the greenhouses would certainly be more in her comfort zone but maybe she should step out of it. “and while i’m terrified, i’m not about to chicken out. i’ll give it a try but only because i trust you.”

opal dropped a mock curtsy as she let the compliment wash over her. in some ways, she felt as suited to receiving compliments as she was to hanging out in the rain. both things felt revitalizing to the youngest talkalot --- like doing a face-mask, except she didn’t really have to do anything. so, like doing a face-mask but better.

“ stop, “ she said, a smile still set firmly over her face. her words gushed out sharp and sunny despite the water still settling down around them. “ I believe you could have some skills in the air if you set your mind to it. a few lessons from me? and you’d be so. skilled. who’d even need what you learned in first year after that? “ she leaned into mailan, smacked the back of her hand lightly on the other girl’s shoulder. a companionable gesture. “ trust me, the more time you spend in the air the more you forget falling is even a thing that happens to other people. it’s like, totally a mind over matter thing. though --- I guess I can acquiesce to snow being good cozying weather. “

opal shrugged. “ don’t be terrified. “ she said it simply, like it was that easy; for her, it was. as much a case of mind over matter as forgetting she could fall. her hand slid from mailan’s shoulder, and she instead bumped her own against the other girl’s, jutting her chin out in a blithe nod towards the greenhouses in the middle distance in front of them. “ yes! look, we can even call it a race if it’ll make it easier to have fun in the sprint. like, one of us counts down ... three, two, one, you know the drill. and then we’re off and before you know it we’re in the greenhouses, totally dry and totally warm until the rain passes enough to make a walk to the castle less damp. “ if it was possible for opal’s already bright expression to brighten, it did, and she directed the full wattage of her grin mailan’s way. “ trust me, trusting me’ll be the most fun choice you make all evening. ready? “

#(c.)#(c┊mailan.)

doesnttalkalot‌:

when: lunchtime where: the great hall open to students

once, when he was very young, jasper talkalot had lost his family in diagon alley. he was certain they were right behind him (as they had all been looking into the window at quality quidditch supplies a moment ago), but, by the time he actually decided to check, there was no one there. he had panicked for a moment, started walking off into the street, before he remembered an errant tidbit that he had learned a few weeks prior: most people lost in the woods often made things worse for themselves by journeying deeper into the unknown. this was not the woods, he knew, but he figured that it was still best to stay put, sitting down on the sidewalk and waiting for his mother to notice he was missing.

thankfully, it hadn’t taken long.

that day, as a panicked lucinda talkalot saw her eldest child sitting in the middle of a busy street staring off into the clouds, she couldn’t help but ask, “where is your head, jasper? what in the world is going on in your mind?”

he had started to say something about the woods, something about survival tips, but one of his siblings had interjected with a huff, “it’s just jasper, mom. you know how he is. he always has his head in the clouds.”

in the years since, he had thought of that moment often. and while he hadn’t appreciated the tone of voice being used, he had thought the descriptor rather apt. jasper was a simple man. he was hardly ever thinking about anything other than a few nebulous and flighty topics. his current preoccupations were quidditch (in which his head was literally in the clouds), on occasion, the object of his affections (which, in his view, was about as close to heaven and, thus, the clouds, as he was about to get) and his family (he admitted this one didn’t really quite fit the cloud metaphor.

nevertheless, it was, thus, unsurprising that, during their lunch break in the great hall, jasper had his head in the clouds again. when he finally grounded himself long enough to be aware of the world around him, his companion was looking at him like they expected him to say something. after trying to recall what they wanted from him and failing miserably, he took a bite from his sandwich, nonplussed.

“yes,” he said firmly, though he was not quite sure about what exactly he was agreeing to.

“tell me this, though–” he changed the topic, “is it a cauldron full of hot strong love that goes like this,“ he hummed a few bars, “or is it magic magic man?“

opal shook her head at him and turned back to her own lunch. a fond gesture, really.

the truth was that opal rarely thought through her words much, when making idle conversation, and thus couldn’t be bothered to recall such things without a jog to her memory. she knew she made perfect sense whether or not she chose her words with care. ( caring, then, was wasted energy ) she’d never admit that she’d already half forgotten her own question by this point. besides --- jasper’d already steered the conversation on for them.

“ I don’t think I know much of anything about her body of work, “ opal said, a breezy tone set to breeze over the admission she didn’t know much about something. she glanced back up at jasper and cocked her head --- doing her best to think back over any celestina songs she might’ve heard, once or twice. opal had never cared for love songs; this was a topic she couldn’t have been more unsuited towards, but for her brother, she’d try. she waved her fork around in the air between them. “ ... is magic magic man the one that makes me want to vomit, a little? if yeah, I think the one you’re thinking of is the other one. “

#(c.)#(c┊jasper.)#vomit ment tw

@audreyselwyn

“ that’s irrational. ”

opal threaded a strand of hair between her index and middle finger --- sliding both down until she reached the ends, which she flipped up and examined. could she do with a haircut? her ends looked fairly healthy but surely a revitalizing trim couldn’t hurt. anyway; the train of thought distracted her from audrey’s statement, which, damn it all, did still need a response. she liked audrey and at times even felt a kinship with the slytherin. but anytime she had to acquiesce to another person ( whether she liked them or not, and she did, in this case ) opal felt an odd squirming somewhere in the vicinity of her ribcage, like her lungs didn’t think she should ever admit defeat. her lungs had a point. “ oh, alright, “ opal said. she looked up from her hair and made eye contact with audrey, a bright smile curving over her lips --- teasing. “ it might be a little irrational. but a girl can’t be all logic all the time, audrey, they just can’t. if I want to say all of the above to a fuck, marry, kill question, surely that should be allowed. “

#(c.)#(c┊audrey.)#this .......................... is nonsense #pls lmk if you want me to change any of it!!

OPAL TALKALOT: a moodboard

“ the soaring of a soundtrack over a triumphal point in a film trailer, something inside me stirring like an animal. (x) “

#( ⁎∴◦ ⊱ ━━ 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓┊aes. )

you-make-me-wander

RANDOM SENTENCE STARTERS

opxls

rockinrpmemes‌:

Following my AUs and Prompts List from a few months back, here is a compilation of my favorite sentence starters for all your writing needs.

Because most of them aren’t mine, credits are at the end.

SHORT

“Marry me.” “Do you want me to leave?” “You are not going without me.” “I can’t believe you!” “I swear it won’t happen again.” “What did you say?” “I’m not jealous.” “You’re jealous, aren’t you?” “We can’t keep doing this.” “Are you sure this is legal?” “Isn’t this amazing?” “I’m going to take care of you, okay?” “Stay the night. Please.” “You can’t die. Please don’t die.” “Run away with me.” “You did WHAT?” “Quit whining.” “Get outta my sight!” “Why are you so annoying?” “Were you ever going to tell me?” “Never in a million years.” “Don’t ask me that…” “I might have had a few shots.” “What’s with the box?” “W- What are you doing?” “Say it!” “I could kiss you right now!” “Are you done with that?” “What’s going on here?” “Stop pinning this on me! You started it!” “It’s your fault we’re in this mess.” “Did you do this on purpose?!” “Kiss me.” “Are you still awake..?” “Excuse you?” “This is all your fault!” “I can’t believe you dragged me into this.” “Don’t give me that look! It wasn’t my fault!” “I shouldn’t be in love with you!” “It’s not fair!” “I could kill you right now!” “Knock it off!” “Screw you!” “You’re a complete moron!” “I love this song!” “I can’t be in love with you!” “Make me.” “Don’t tempt me.” “I hate you.” “You are infuriating!” “Just shut up already.” “That doesn’t even make sense.” “Bite me.” “Eat me.” “Kiss my ass.” “Just admit I’m right.” “Just admit you’re wrong.” “You are being ridiculous!” “That’s irrational.” “Listen to me!” “That’s not what I meant and you know it.” “Don’t yell at me.” “That’s it. End of discussion.” “I don’t believe you.” “You shouldn’t have said that.” “Fuck you!” “Shut your mouth before I shut it for you.” “How dare you?” “I dare you!” “It’s you, it’s always been you.” “Well this is awkward…” “Just pretend to be my date”.

MISCELLANEOUS

“Are you really gonna leave without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me?” “The planet is fine. The people are fucked.” “I just did some calculations, and I’ve been able to determine that you’re full of shit.” “You know what I like most about people? Pets.” “Do you ever think if people heard our conversations they’d lock us up?” “What about a compromise? I’ll kill them first, and if it turns out they were friendly, I’ll apologize.” “I don’t hate you.. I just don’t like that you exist.” “Love is the jelly to sunshine’s peanut butter. And if I tell you that I’m in sandwich with you, I’m not just saying it to get in your Ziploc bag.” “Do things that make you happy within the confines of the legal system.” “Did you really just insult Captain America in front of me?” “Can I touch your boob?” “It’s not that you’re wrong, exactly, you’re just extremely not right.” “You shouldn’t be trusted with small children, should you?” “Give me cake or give me death.” “On a scale from, ’I can sometimes make important phone calls without crying’ to ’I have a stable job with a steady income, a spouse who loves me, a dog, and two kids who are screwed up minimally at worst’, how much of an adult are you?” “You think I’m dumb enough to fall for that stupid move?” “Despite the cliche, it’s not me, it’s you.” “Obviously you can’t tell a woman you just met that you love her, but it sucks that you can’t.” “No, it was my fault for thinking that you might care.” “When you love someone, you just don’t stop. Ever. Even when people roll their eyes or call you crazy… even then. Specially then!” “If you’re not scared, then you’re not taking a chance. If you’re not taking a chance, then what the hell are we doing anyway?” “I think I’ve been holding myself back from falling in love with you all over again.” “What have I told you about the toilet seat?” “I tried to change the duvet and I got stuck inside.” “I vote today to be a pajama day.” “You have to tell me why were committing a felony before we do it. Not that that’s going to stop us, but at least I’ll have all the facts.” “I don’t leave messages. If I wanted to talk to a machine, I’d talk to my VCR.” “I can be flexible. As long as everything is exactly the way I want it, I’m totally flexible.” “You know we’re suppose to be together. I knew it the first time I saw you, and you know it, too. I know you do.” “Those things you said yesterday… Did you mean them?” “I’m not going to apologise for this. Not anymore.” “What I hear when I’m being yelled at is people caring loudly at me.” “I am NOT crying, okay?! I’m allergic to jerks!” “This would not happen if I had a penis!” “That’s almost exactly the opposite of what I meant.” “All nighter, you and me. First one to fall sleep buys the other dinner.” “I don’t think I’ve ever played spin the bottle.” “Sorry! I didn’t mean to touch your butt.” “I’m ok, thank you. Just please, stop talking to me.” “To the night you’ll never remember!” “Excuse me, did the 12:15 bus come by already?” “Could I sit here? All the other tables are full.” “Are you meeting someone here? Because.. I think I’m that person.” “You weren’t supposed to laugh! I’m so embarrassed!” “It must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line.” “Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his/her cake hole.” “I’m not gonna die in a hospital where the nurses aren’t even hot.” “You better take care of that car or I swear I’ll haunt your ass!” “This is the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.“ “It’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion.” “I could do that, but could doesn’t mean would.” “You cannot fathom the immensity of the fucks I don’t give.” “You’re like, five feet tall. How you gonna reach me, shortie?” “I recognize that you have reached a decision, but given that it is a stupid ass decision I have elected to ignore it” “Do you need me to kill someone for you?” “Look out where you’re going, asshole!” “Fuck the sandwich guy!” “I did not mean for stripping to come out of this.” “The whole street is blocked off. The police won’t tell us anything, but I think there’s been some kind of attack… Maybe a bomb?” “Oh my god, are you okay? I’m calling the police. I think I saw who did this to you.” “I’m weird, you’re weird, we could have weird little babies and live weirdly ever after if it wasn’t for the fact I find you repulsive.” “There is nothing wrong with planning a wedding with a video game character.” “I’m gonna lay down and die for like half hour okay?” “There’s been some real friction in our friend group lately. I suggest an orgy to save our friendships.” “It’s midnight, what do you want?” “I think I know how to use a bed.” “If I wake up in the morning and I’m dead… Wait.” “You are completely unfit to handle a child.” “We have to get out of this place. It is EVIL.” “Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!” “When in doubt curl into the fetal position and give up on life.” “It’s not a double date, we’re just third and forth wheeling.”

FLUFF

“Your hair is so soft…” “You’re so cute when you pout like that!” “Just relax, I’ll wash your hair for you.” “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.” “What, does that feel good?” “HA! I found a weak-spot on you, didn’t I?” “Are you wearing my shirt?” “You are ridiculously comfortable…” “I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with…” “You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this…” “You’re beautiful, you know that?” “We should get a puppy!”

STARGAZING

“Aren’t they beautiful?” “These stars are nothing compared to the ones I’ve seen in your eyes.” “Shooting star, make a wish.” “It’s actually a comet, but I’ll still make one.” “Imagine if it could always be this way, even in the city.” “Never thought something so beautiful could exist in nature…” “Wouldn’t it be cool to name a star after yourself?” “Y'know, your roof may not be the safest place for us to stargaze.” “This is why you made me drive three hours out into the middle of nowhere?” “Is that a– Wait, no, just an airplane.” “I wouldn’t mind falling asleep out here.

FLIRTY/SUGGESTIVE/SEXUAL

“Did you just… finish?” “They always make shower sex sound so appealing, but honestly, this is getting dangerous.” “I’m not actually feeling anything.” “Are you getting any closer?” “Why do they make this look so easy in all those porn movies?! This hurts like fuck!” “Did something just happen? You’re not turned on anymore.” “Shit sorry, am I going too fast?” “Wow, you’re hot.” “Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” “Hey, I’m open minded.” “Keep sweet-talking and this could go a whole new direction.” “I think it’s about time we stop avoiding the obvious.” “I’m gonna be honest with you. I’m really horny, and you’re really hot. Can we fuck? Like, now?” “I see someone’s happy to see me.” “I saw that. You just checked me out.” “You know, when this is over, we should really have angry sex.” “Take off your clothes.” “Tell all those other guys/girls you don’t need them ‘cause you got me.” “Don’t give me that face, it’s so cute I might not be able to hold back.” “Boobs are really just squishy pillows.” “If you don’t get turned on by having your neck kissed somethings wrong with you.” “Blasphemy! Sex solves everything.” “I platonically want to have sex with you. No big deal.”

TEXTS

[text]: What do you want now? [text]: Do you want to bet on that? [text]: Guess who just got back in town. [text]: So I might be in a hospital right now… [text]: We can’t keep doing this anymore! [text]: Come on, come to the party! [text]: Can you pick me up from the bar? Too drunk to drive. [text]: You have no clue how I feel so shut up. [text]: I call bullshit. [text]: You thought you could get away with that, didn’t you? [text] I gave up great shower sex to be here so don’t say I never did anything for our friendship. [text] Living alone for four weeks has given me unrealistic expectations of pantslessness. [text] Also, my bed has glitter in it for reasons I do not recall. [text] Who says no to sex and donuts?! [text] I know what you did last summer…

Sources: x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x

cecily, leander, mercy, opal

#( ⁎∴◦ ⊱ ━━ 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘‚ 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍┊meme. )#i'll probably do closed starters from these!!#so if you have a preference irt your character or my character saying it #or which of your characters its for #just let me know before i wing it aksjhdf

swtfcde‌:

@opxls says, ❝ Just admit I’m right. ❞

the scent of wet grassed surrounded them as mailan looked up to opal. a small smile took shape in her features. she knew she shouldn’t have gone against the words of her peer. but maybe if she spoke good weather into existence it will happen; of course, it didn’t. and instead of bright sunlight, they got dark clouds and rain. truthfully mailan didn’t mind it. but she’d prefer if the weather helped a bit with the atmosphere around hogwarts. “okay. i’ll admit it. you were right.” a sigh. “i thought i could fool the weather so maybe it could be on our side. but as always your intelligence proceeds mine.” playfulness lingers in her words as she looks at the other. “you know, i’ve never understood how people fly on brooms in this type of weather. you all deserve a medal.”

opal had, truly, always preferred rain to shine. there was something very soothing about weather that doubled as background noise. even when flying, she found the water didn’t bother her too much, and the cold lash of it against the wind created a sensation one just couldn’t find in the sunshine or on the ground. she sidled up closer to mailan and spared the girl a smile bright enough to contrast the clouds. “ I usually am right, “ she said, matter of fact and ( surprisingly ) un-smug. she shrugged and tucked her hands into her coat pockets, pivoting cleanly on the ball of one foot to face the other hufflepuff more head on. “ it’s alright, though. I suppose it could be worse. imagine if you wanted a nice day and instead it was snowing. “ her words lilted on the edge of a playfulness to match mailan’s, and she cocked an eyebrow at her before carrying on. “ I actually love flying when it’s like this, “ opal began. “ but if you’re not in the mood for the air, I think we could take the short sprint to the greenhouses to wait out the rain. “

#(c.)#(c┊mailan.)

❝ when her petals fall, they hit like bullets. ❞ TIERA SKOVBYE? No, that’s actually OPAL TALKALOT. A SIXTH YEAR student, this HUFFLEPUFF student is sided with THE NEUTRALS. SHE identifies as CIS-FEMALE and is a PUREBLOOD who is known to be PRETENTIOUS, COCKY, and RETICENT but also DREAMY, FAITHFUL, and COMPETENT.

opal has a pinterest board, a spotify playlist, and a stats page!!