Daydreaming

Pandora Lightwood, otherwise known as Pan. Ravenclaw prefect. Seventh year. 17

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Pan and Rosie: The Catacombs

Two in the morning, and Rosemond needed water. She may also have needed an excuse to leave Ravenclaw Tower without being disturbed by her dorm mates. Still, it wasn’t a lie… water was certainly involved. She was finally going to do it. Rose Trelawney was going to confirm just how amazing the prefects’ washroom was, and quite possibly take a dip in what she’d heard called, “a swimming pool of a bathtub.”

That is, until she spotted Pan, who appeared to be performing a task of similar secrecy. After all, what student briskly walking about Hogwarts at two in the morning, frequently glancing behind him or herself, couldn’t be up to something secret? Shuffling in her bunny slippers and fuzzy pajama pants, Rosemond caught up to her friend and promptly joked, “I don’t suppose this would be at least twenty-five points from Ravenclaw.” Rose grinned. “What sort of trouble are we stirring up this time?”

@panlightwood

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Fuck. Pan could not believe what an idiot she had been leaving that bundle in the dungeons. What could have possessed her to drop it and not immediately go back for it? If any of the teachers found it… No. That wouldn’t happen. That’s why she was out of the common room at such a ridiculous hour, making her way quietly through the shadows of the castle.

About ten minutes had passed when a voice whispered over her shoulder, almost making her scream. Spinning around sharply, she found herself facing Rose. Heaving a sigh of relief, Pan let her face relax. “Honestly, Rose. Have some good sense. If you’d have spooked me any more we’d both be in trouble.” Whatever Rose was out for was none of Pan’s business, but she didn’t mind telling the girl her own. After all, it wasn’t like Rose would report her for having illegal contraband hidden somewhere in the lower levels. “I have a bit of an issue with something I left somewhere.”

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Andromeda smiled back, “I’m glad I could help. Good luck with the charm.” she offered and shook her head, “No thank you, I think I’ve got it.”

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“Good luck! It was nice to meet you.” Pan stood up and waved once more before disappearing out of the library.

FIN

[martenclaes]

“I needed somebody to be a look out,” Marten defended as he stepped out of the broom closet, “McGonagall is getting into me about skiving off from my classes. She nearly busted me.”

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Not even bothering to scoff, Pan settled for a polite glare in the direction of her companion. “I want nothing to do with you shirking your duties as a student.” Then, sighing in defeat, knowing that Marten would never listen to what she said, she continued. “Far be it from me, however, to let you get caught if I can help it. Knowing you, you’ll get found out simply by repeating the offense too often.”

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first encounters: pan & marten

[martenclaes]

“Sounds good.” He said agreeably. He wasn’t really too worried about these experiments. After all, how dangerous could they really be? He shrugged his shoulders, “I hope the first time doesn’t happen with me.”

Marten was a bit surprised by the force in her tone when she asked that he not use her full name. Touchy subject, it seemed. He nodded easily, “No problem. Pan’s a good name too.” He wasn’t the type to push against a request like that. If she wanted to be called by her nickname, then who was he to argue? He uncrossed his arms and stuffed his hands into the pockets of his trousers, “Let’s head to the kitchens, then. It’ll be nice to see the house elves. I’d never seen them before I came to Hogwarts.”

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“Thank you,” she said with a straight face, the tension from the name still flowing through her veins. Moving on in her mind, she replied to his comment about the elves. “Yes, they’re delightful creatures, shyness aside. I do warn you, they won’t like it if you leave without many treats, so be ready to carry a lot of food.” Leading him as she spoke, she made her way to the staircases, still trying to hide the contents in her arms.

“You don’t have class later, do you? Despite current appearances, I’m a prefect and I won’t have you skiving off.” Perhaps Pan wasn’t the castle’s greatest Prefect, but she took her duties seriously enough to not infringe on others’ studies.

[mei-renaudin-blog]

Out on the Quidditch Pitch || Pandora & Mei

It was the kind of day that made you appreciate autumn, with a light breeze and all the leaves turning crimson and yellow. Typically, Mei would stop for a moment and take it in, the amount of things that had subtly changed (and how the wind was picking up). But today, she was occupied with her friend (if that was the term? Was she an acquaintance? Mei felt that Pan was a friend, but she had to think about it) Pandora Lightwood.

“Mon Dieu, it’s breezy out here” she asked the person she was walking with, her gaze fixed on the pitch off in the distance. “ But how do you deal with the wind in Quidditch? Doesn’t it hinder your flying?”

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Curls slipped into her eyes and mouth as Pan walked with Mei on the grounds, the slight chill not touching her through her sweater. She wore the blue gloves of Ravenclaw house for no other reason than she felt like wearing something of that color, but not too much. The warmth of her gloves matched her mood, the unusual feeling of having companionship enough to stave off the breeze. The two girls hadn’t spent much time together, between classes and their separate houses, but Pan felt that their relationship had at least progressed to the point of being friendly, if not the best of friends.

“You don’t have wind in France?” she questioned with surprise, a wet strand of hair slipping out of her mouth and sticking to her cheek. “I thought those were the usual conditions for the sport. Apparently, most people find the wind an excellent addition to the activity because of the added danger. So yes, I suppose it must hinder flying. I wouldn’t really know, though.”

[martenclaes]

“Are they gone yet?”

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“Yes. Now would you please stop sending me owls for things like this?”

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first encounters: pan & marten

[martenclaes]

The smile on her face was infectious and he could not help but to return with one of his own. What a nice name, Pandora, he thought as he continued to gaze in her direction. He’d never heard anybody with that name before. In fact, the only reason it wasn’t completely foreign sounding to him was because he’d heard of the story about Pandora and her box. He didn’t really get much more time to think over this because the girl was off again, asking him various questions about his expertise with protective spells, “I know some,” he said after a brief moment of thought, “I’ll just follow your lead. You’re the experimenter after all.” 

“I’m Marten,” He said, in response to your question, “Nice to meet you, Pandora. – I know you said to call you Pan, but I really like your full name. I’ve never met anybody with that name.” He crossed his arms over his chest, looking down towards her with a casual smile on his face, “Where are these experiments taking place, by the way?”

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“Yes, just watch me. If you get hurt, it’s not my fault,” she said pointedly, looking at him sharply. “Anyhow, I’m sure you’ll do fine. I’ve never caused anything that was capable of killing before.” She pursed her lips. “Although I suppose there’s a first time for everything.”

The way he said his name almost made it sound like he was just speaking through his nose, but Pan chalked it up to his nationality. All of her tutors had sounded the same, although much more prim about it. Somehow, she felt she liked Marten’s natural way of speaking much better than the forced properness of Madame Pouselle or Monsieur de Verres. But when he told her he would call her by her full name, some spark of self-preservation hit her and nearly made her choke. “Please don’t,” she asked him politely, although her tone brooked no argument. That name was said in the home and nowhere else if she could help it. She ignored his compliment, knowing that while it was the truth, she still didn’t care. “I usually perform them in the kitchens. I think the house elves find them interesting, although they hide behind counters just in case.”

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Andromeda shrugged, “There are people that have a hard time seeing, so I’m sure there’s a spell to help them read books. I don’t know the spell, I just imagine it would be one.” he admitted, even if there wasn’t a spell like that could help many elderly people with things they needed for their daily routine, “It’s just an idea, if there’s already a spell that reads why don’t add the search function?“ he threw the idea off, she was great with potions, not with spells.

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Pandora pondered Andromeda’s thought, mulling it over and finally deciding to leave it in her mind for a moment when she could think it over more. “You’ve been very insightful and helpful,” she grinned. “Thank you very much.” Glancing once more at the girl’s work, making sure everything was in order, she looked back at Andromeda. “Do you need any more help? I’ve got to do my rounds soon.”

[panlightwood-blog]

What does your characters' house look like?

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first encounters: pan & marten

[martenclaes]

Marten would be the first to admit that he did not typically put too much work into his studies. He found magic to be extremely cool, but he didn’t necessarily want to put the work into it. Still, he had never just tossed different ingredients into a magical experiment, and that was no doubt going to be something very interesting, right? The girl he was speaking to seemed very excited about this, if the smile on her face was any indication. 

Then, a moment later, she was speaking to him. Asking him questions. Would you care to see? Had she known that he was thinking that same thing just a few thoughts ago? His eyes flickered over her, taking note of the nervous edge in her voice and posture. He smiled lightly, hoping to put her at ease, “Yeah, actually. That sounds neat. And, er, what’s your name? I don’t think you told me.”

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In the exuberance of meeting someone who wanted to see what she was doing, she hardly heard his words. “Brilliant,” she grinned, her cheek muscles pulling taught in an unfamiliar exercise. Not that Pan never smiled, but she hardly had reason to smile like this on a regular basis. Sometimes, if she admitted it to herself, she felt lonely. So to think there were people out there that would not only do things with her, but that they would enjoy it as well, it nearly blew her mind.

“Oh. Pandora,” she answered flippantly. There were things more important than names. “But call me Pan,” she immediately corrected. “And I warn you, this is potentially harmful. Do you know any protective spells? I usually use a basic shield and then add another layer of poison repellent, just in case.” And then, almost an afterthought, she asked, “What is your name, then?”

[memesfrommenace]

Fluff Prompts

Inspired by and a few borrowed from this list.

Send some to see my muse’s reaction!

“Breakfast in bed!”

“Come here.”

“Don’t even try to tickle me.”

“Flowers look good in your hair.”

“How are you so wonderful?”

“How many times have I told you not to use puppy eyes?”

“I can’t remember when I started loving you.”

“I’d like it if you stayed.“

“I don’t think anyone could ever be as lovely as you.”

“I love it when you let your hair be natural.”

“I love it when you wear that.”

“I’m freezing.”

“I’m melting.”

“I’m sleeping all day.”

“Is it possible to love too much?”

“I think I had a crush on you when we were young.”

“I trust you.”

“I want to hear you sing.”

“Laying here all day sounds like a good plan.”

“Let me help.”

“Let me love you.”

“Let me rub your shoulders.”

“Let’s not get up.”

“Let’s stay here forever.”

“My heart stopped searching when I met you.”

“Pillow fight!”

“Stay with me.”

“That is more endearing than it should be.”

“The birds woke me up.”

“There are no lips as sweet as yours.”

“There is love. Then there is true love. That is us.”

“There is such a thing as sleeping in.”

“Wake up, sleepy head.”

“Walk with me?”

“Will you sing to me?”

“Would you read to me?”

“You have bed-head.”

“You have leaves in your hair.”

“You have whipped topping in your hair.”

“You’re irresistible.”

“You’re stunning.”

“You’re the one.”

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If you were a vegetable you'd be a cute-cumber.

That... is actually somewhat adorable. Although I should hope I never become a vegetable. I rather detest them, especially broccoli.

Oh, but thank you for that... compliment.

I dare you to flirt with my muse.

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first encounters: pan & marten

[martenclaes]

Marten didn’t say anything further, not until the girl answered his question. He was trying to get a read on this girl. She was strange, that was for certain. But he liked strange people. – Still, there was something about her that he couldn’t place his finger on. She was curious, if anything. He looked back at the eye and then up to the girl again. 

          —- “An experiment?” He asked lightly,

Well she definitely had him interested now. He crossed his arms and stepped a bit to his left to dodge more students that were milling about. “What kind of experiment?”

[panlightwood-blog]

Usually, people showed some sort of disdain or at least surprise when she said something like that, but this boy showed no reaction to her words. Could it be? She’d found someone normal?

Never in a million years would she have expected to hear herself describing one of her experiments. But then again, no one ever showed interest in them. “I don’t know yet,” she answered honestly. “Sometimes I use similar substances and ingredients to create something and sometimes I just toss it all in and hope for the best. The greatest discoveries come from mistakes.” By this time, she was beaming with enthusiasm.

And then, for the first time in what seemed forever, Pan spoke with actual nervousness. “Do you... would you care to see?”

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Andromeda corrected her mistake and shrugged, “It happens when you are too close to the work,” she admitted and looked at the fellow student, “No you don’t, but… I believe there must be something you could find, I mean there are blind wizards in the world, I’m sure they have a spell for books to read themselves?” she asked and then thought for a moment, “Maybe it would be useful to have a ‘search’ spell attached to it, so that way it would be some sort of ‘point me’ but with words?” she offered hoping the random thoughts helped her. “I’m Andromeda.”

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“Do you really think it’s already been made?” That would be disappointing, so Pan put it out of her head. Whether it existed or not, she’d find a way to make it herself. “So what you’re saying is continue with books that read themselves, but add a way to find specific information? That would be highly useful, and then I could continue to use the research I’ve already done.” She wondered how much easier studying would be if there was a ‘find’ spell. “Pandora, but please, call me Pan.”

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first encounters: pan & marten

[martenclaes]

Marten raised an eyebrow at the tone of this girl. She was very forward and impatient and he was a bit confused at what made her think she was able to give out demands left and right. After all, she hardly knew him. Still, there were more important things to make a fuss about so he didn’t say anything and only extended his hand and dropped the eye into her cupped hands. 

He looked up from from her hands to make eye contact with the strange girl in front of him. 

“What do you have that for?” He asked curiously.

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Trying not to appear frantic, Pan glanced around the hallway another time in search of professors or other prefects. She could get away with a lot, but she thought that stealing things may be crossing a line. Only when the eye was safely in her hand did she think to breathe again, the air coming out in a huff and surprising her.

Whoever this boy was, he didn’t shy away from her, which was unusual by her standards. Not many people talked to her unless they had to, which had always been her preference anyhow. But not only was he not taking his leave, his was actually staring her in the eye! It had been so long since she’d made eye contact with someone without being prepared for it that she took an involuntary step back.

“This?” she asked pointlessly, only snapping out of whatever strange mindset she’d been in because she was so annoyed to hear herself speak. And why should she tell him? She doubted he’d been interested. Still, he’d picked it up for her and was speaking to her not unkindly, despite her bruskness. “For an experiment.” A smile came to her face when she thought of what she could possibly do with the ingredients in her arms.

[panlightwood-blog]

strange study habits: pan & open

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A hand was waved at Pandora’s correction of her name to the redhead in an attempt to acknowledge that she knew quite well about her preference. Strangely though, Molly was not very prone to using nicknames, for they seemed rather improper to her. She did her best to oblige though, when one had a preference, but the Ravenclaw had given her such a fright honestly, she’d forgotten. “Uh…” She began, though from past occurrences, she knew there was no point in asking. “Why are you studying in the window sill?”

She nodded briefly. “Quite well. I just had a run in with a group of Hufflepuff Fourth years though. Not entirely sure why they were in the courtyard, but they cost themselves some House Points, so,” she shrugged. “That is quite helpful though since I was actually headed towards there now.”

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After Molly appeared to recover from seeing a ghost, the redhead returned to normal color and normal function. “It’s much easier to study here than in the common room, or sometimes even the library,” Pan explained. Usually, she wouldn’t give any sort of explanation for her actions, but to a fellow prefect, and one she got along with to an extent, she gave the courtesy of giving a reason. “Also, I prefer studying at night, and I can’t very well do that in my room, or I’d wake everyone up.”

“Fourth years? They must be the worst year, in my opinion. That’s when they really hit puberty and start displaying all sorts of idiotic behaviors.” Pan didn’t envy Molly her interaction with the younger Hufflepuffs, even if they were Hufflepuffs. “I’m glad to have saved you some trouble. Not that there may not be anyone now, but I highly doubt it.