I saw the moon vanish from the sky and only the sun remained and as a kid I thought this would be cool, having eternal light, but it hurt so much. It hurt too much.
“Again, I don’t study. I just get my assignments done in time, and after reading and writing stuff down, I’ve learned everything I need to for when the tests come. I would NOTbe a good tutor. You might want to ask someone else”
oriana watches the other students attempt with barely concealed
humour dancing in the darkness of her eyes. at being denied an
easy key to academic success, the other opens their mouth to object
giving ori the time to slide into the seat beside rose with a cat-ish smile
❛ might want to run along and study for that test
tomorrow - any failure you have is deserved after
falling asleep under Longbottoms watch - now shoo… ❜
“Yeah… Not tonight, Ori. I just ran out of someone’s room, and coming this way was the easiest to get rid of the prefect shining their wand my way. I lost them two floors down ago.”Sybella granted, rubbing her eyes in an attempt to fully wake herself up. She had been fooling around, ended up falling in the person’s bed and long story short here she was. Not really liking having to sleep clothed, but also not wanting to be completely naked in someone else’s bed… there wasn’t much to do but to return to her own tower; with a teeny tiny stop at the Astronomy tower.
“You? Couldn’t sleep? The night isn’t particularly starry right now. Either that or the prefect’s blinded me momentarily. Any way… What’s going on with you?” The night breeze made her shiver but she decided to fully ignore it, for now.
❛ prefects, right spoil sports. there’s a few ways around
them, if you’re ever up to hiding behind a tapestry or
two. ❜
the other girl’s misgivings leave a humoured quirk on her
lips, and oriana raises an arm, tilting her head towards the
offered side of the oversized blanket which dwarfs her
tiny frame.
❛ when can I ever sleep? should just drag all my stuff
up here and call it quits. stars or no, i feel more...
grounded out here, a little in the present ❜
( ZOE KRAVITZ ) ⤬ There goes ORIANA ZABINI. I hear they’re SEVENTEEN, and a SEVENTH YEAR. Would you believe SHE really is a RAVENCLAW? At least, I’ve heard they’re PASSIONATE and THOUGHTFUL, but they also seem somewhat MANIPULATIVE and SARCASTIC. For a PUREBLOOD SEER, I think they’re alright, but you never know.
she grew up as the only legitimate child of blaise zabini and nyika shaklebolt
nightmares of tragedy plagued her as a child, continuing unchecked or cared for until she reached her third year in hogwarts and discovered her unique talent for divination
though she’d always wanted to become a potioneer like her father, she excels at charms
managing to cast some simple spells wandlessly, only to the knowledge of her charms professor
however she’s far from a secretive person, preferring to speak honestly and openly to someone instead of relying on miscommunication and tact
every hogsmeade visit, she eats lunch by the fire in the three broomsticks at the same time and sitting on the same table. it’s a routine she cannot break
she can also often be found either wandering around honeydukes
or playing the piano tucked away in the corner of dominic maestro's music shop
though it disappointed her father, oriana was sorted into ravenclaw, breaking the decade long tradition of the zabini’s reign in slytherin.
and was placed as seeker for the quidditch team starting in fourth year
her best friend's a hufflepuff, and she spends most of her time studying in the kitchen's instead of the great hall
and often breaks curfew to sit atop the astronomy tower when sleep alludes her
when she was in her fifth year, her mother passed away, an event her dreams had been pointing her too for the few years beforehand
she was still devastated
while expected, her father never remarried, though he did developed a taste for having multiple mistresses - a trait inherited from his notorious mother
though trained in pureblood decorum, the zabini’s are not prudent to shy away from talks of sex and the taboo
House Pride + empowering quote: House Ravenclaw
“ Invest in yourself and everything that you are. Dive into your interests, strengthen your talents and develop your own self perception. Find out who you are.”
the altitude of the astronomy tower leaves the autumn air
frigid to her skin; raising goose-flesh along the exposed
surface of her arms. with a shudder from toes to finger
tips, oriana pulls the thick blue blanket tighter across slender
hunched shoulder. it would be easy to wave a hand and
cast a heating charm, but she wanted the briskness of the
chill to her skin. each gust of wind knocking the stuffy cotton
balls of sleeplessness away from the surface of her mind.
it’s the creak of the door which makes her look back, not
finding enough worry to scrounge up, to feel guilty about
being out past common curfew.
❛ come to fetch me inside? or do you want a smoke
too? cus if it’s any business darker than that, you’re
outer luck - the tower’s charmed; couldn’t even throw
a stick off here without it shooting back up again.❜
fact: blaise zabini’s mother is an icon, a quintessential femme fatale. emerald colored liquid satin dresses stretching tight across her hips, black birdcage veils, tinted nylons, and poisoned hollywood red lipstick have become her standard attire for funeral parlors, collection of life insurance payouts, and sunday service. her musky scent intoxicates every suitor when she leans close. her head tilts sideways with interest as she traces her nails delicately along the pulse points of a flushed neck, and her signature bee sting kisses leave mouths swollen and trembling. she has perfected the craft of making admirers feel loved without the asphyxiating word ever dripping from her lips.
every authority that questions the tragedies surrounding her, promptly falls victim to her seduction. they are left drowsy and speechless upon hearing her purr in a silky, lightly accented voice that she is merely a grieving widow.
evenings are spent reclining on a divan beneath a swarovski crystal chandelier, velvet robe open just enough to reveal the curve of a heaving bosom and the swell of a soft thigh. her deep rich skin glows in the candlelight and dark curls tumble over a sharp shoulder. she dips candied cherries into a glass of champagne and hums along sweetly to the record player’s smoky crooning. vengeance and sadness glint in her eye as she plots how she will dispose of the handsome businessman slumped near her freshly polished toenails.
Urania dresses in a cloak embroidered with stars and keeps her eyes and attention focused on the Heavens. She is usually represented with a celestial globe to which she points with a little staff. Having a deep connection to the universe, Urania can also foretell the future by the arrangement of the stars and galaxies.
We are seeing ensemble casts of women now, but we are still saying ‘look at all these women’. That is the problem. We have to get to a point where it doesn’t stand out like that.
