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{ andromeda. }
“ it’s quite alright, mr. shingleton, no damage done. ” andromeda glanced at the top of her shoe, thankfully not seeing any mark or scruff in the fabric. her attention only lingered there for a moment before she watched as her daughter bent her knees, falling over onto them and onto her festive dress, obviously trying to mimic the actions of her tutor. she held back a comment to have her stand up, knowing it would embarrass her in front of gaspard. “ you’ve got a fellow researcher, it seems. ” nymphadora giggled a quick hello before turning her attention back to the flames, oblivious to her mother watching closely so she didn’t accidentally get burned ( even if she’s sure they’ve got a spell for that, too. )
“ and i’m sure she’d listen rather intently to your theories if you wanted to share. ” it was fascinating sight, andromeda had to admit, even after seeing it many times over the years. how the ice didn’t melt at the first sight of the flames; how they managed to hold their own. “ we are, thank you. ” and they truly were; events were always easier with her husband and her daughter by her side. the cold air, the giggles, the celebrations. even now, she felt the relief her family experiencing such sweet moments. “ what about yourself? i hope you’ve been able to enjoy the festivities. they’ve certainly gone all out this year. ”
...
PAR WAS MORE THAN THRILLED to see his favorite student appear, even if it meant stumbling into her mother. still, at her adorable attempt to copy him, par had to hide his smile. “and you’ve got a little ravenclaw on your hands,” he teased right back, leaning in close so that only andromeda could hear to say, “or i’m teaching her bad habits, which i apologize for greatly.” gently plopping down beside dora, criss-cross applesauce, he made sure to sit so that if she got close enough to the flames he could catch her before she got burned. the heat on his back felt nice, though, and he laughed as dora gently reached out her hand.
“careful, now,” he said, holding out his hand as well, shifting so that he was on his knees. he looked at her earnestly, still smiling. “the flames are still hot. pretty mad, isn’t it? how they can be hot and the ice is right there?” he watched her eyes light up with the flames and couldn’t help but feel a tug at his heart. it was nice to see someone so young be so curious as well. glancing back up at andromeda, he nodded his head over at the hot cider booth. “glad to hear it. i could stand here all night, really, and be perfectly happy, but uh, care for a drink? i can tell dora all my theories and you can tell me about how you’ve been.”
{ greta. }
When: December 1rst, 1981.
Where: Ignis et Glacies.
Who: Gaspard Shingleton, @parshingles .
Greta was stood by the delicate dancing flames tossing in little scraps of carefully folded parchment with the same flare that one might toss coin into a wishing well. One for Par, one for Alice, one for her father, one for her mother — she’d been set aside for quite some time affectionately scrolling out a few well wishes for those close to her. Doubting that any listening spirits of the home would hold it against her for taking the moment to, even if only in intent, hope for the well-being of so many. “With a helper a thousand things are possible,” she whispered with a respectful bow of her head. Palm empty her attention finally shifted, surveying her surroundings with a quiet smile. A small victorious “aha,” falling from her lips when Greta’s gaze landed on a familiar face.
Her smile pooled into a dimple as she approached, beckoning for her friend’s attention with a light tap on his shoulder. “Should I be concerned for a roof remaining over our heads with how dead-locked with intrigue you are observing the fire sir? I fear that’s the exact sort of experimenting we may not live through.” A playful, teasing nudge landed against his arm.
...
THE FLAMES DANCING amongst the ice had completely enthralled the inventor. he stood, knowing that he was occasionally muttering small phrases out loud. half sayings like, “no but that wouldn’t--” or “but if i used the color change--”. there were definitely times where he’d thought about the fact that the flames might not be flames at all, but how in the world could they be hot, anyway? without melting the ice? he knew that he was deep into it when greta’s voice ( his greta, the one person in the world who would never make him squirm ) made him jump.
“oi, y’know not to sneak up on me when i’m in my zone, catchlove,” he teased, raising a brow at her following words. “ah, yes, i’ve decided to start trying to build one of these in our living room actually. do you think it would look good in our fireplace? our landlord certainly wouldn’t mind at all.” the thought of telling their landlord he was going to experiment with fire in their flat made him want to burst out laughing almost immediately, but he kept his lips in a smile as they kept up their joke. quickly, though, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled him into his side. “okay, you can’t tell me this thing isn’t bloody amazing, though,” he said, gently resting his head atop of hers.
{ remus. }
Where: Frozen Festival, Hogsmeade When: 1st December, early evening Who: Remus && open
This was the sort of situation where Remus felt comfortable in a crowd. Where it was more a case of getting lost in the crowd and finding solace in the dark evening mixed with flickering lights of bonfire and orbs around the tents and various stands. He had always loved the Hogsmeade Frozen Festival, ever since the first time he and the boys had sneaked out of school and into the village for the festival. It wasn’t the sort of thing he got to do as a young child. His father had always been too twitchy about letting Remus out and about, as if being outside at night-time would make him transform without a Full Moon in the sky, or perhaps worrying that one look at the child and all the crowd would turn around and declare there to be a werewolf in their midst. Now, it was almost decade’s worth of happy memories around butterbeer and chocolates and spending pocket money meant to be for Christmas presents on silly games.
He was distracted a moment by the sight of Hogwarts towering over the village, an impressive silhouette which spurred nostalgia within him. Absently he stepped back to let someone pass him but the crowd was too thick and in the process he stepped into someone else. The bag of roasted chestnuts in his own hands started to fall to the floor, as well as the goodies that they were holding but all distraction was gone and Remus had snapped to attention, his reflexes quick as he froze it all in mid-air, just a few of the chestnuts unable to be saved. “So sorry. I think it must be busier this year than ever before, don’t you?”
...
THE NIGHT WAS STILL BLOOMING, and par knew that he was lucky to have not found any trouble yet. still, it was bound to happen, as it always was, and now that he’d had a few butterbeers he assumed that it was just around the corner. even as he thought it, he wasn’t expecting remus to be literally around the corner. he wasn’t paying much attention, to be fair, and was taken in by the sight of hogwarts just above the town; glittering as if it were floating among the other stars in the sky. a part of him wished they could go back. maybe he’d make different choices, especially with the man in front of him. yet, he couldn’t, and he’d made the choices he had. now, remus was trouble; the kind of trouble he couldn’t stop himself from going back to, but trouble all the less. of course, watching him catch the chestnuts in front of him, and quickly right the both of them, par was a bit in shock when remus was the one saying he was sorry.
“ah, no worries, mate,” he said, trying to play it cool ( but cursing the butterflies in his chest and stomach ). “i’ve kind-of been in a world of my own myself, so, i really should be the one apologizing.” he nodded at the bag of chestnuts. “that was a pretty mad save. you lost two total, maybe.” his tongue was tied, not just in knots but in twists and turns and... rowena, why was it so bloody hard to talk to remus these days? it felt like he was drowning in his own thoughts, unable to quite get out the right words. or, rather, the words that remus would want him to say. “i suppose i’ll, uh, i’ll see you around, then.” he paused for a moment, shifting to go, but not before the next words tumbled from his lips. “unless you want to grab a butterbeer or something.”
{ sybill. }
she didn’t care much for the bonfire. or any fire that didn’t come from her dragons. still, there was something about it that captivated her attention.
sybill shoved her gloved hands into her pockets, watching the flames dance. a fiery spectacle. it was odd, after having spent years knowing fire as chaos, to come back and see a flame so… controlled. so balanced. a flame that didn’t destroy everything in its path. she wasn’t sure if the sight calmed or unnerved her. fire and ice were meant to clash, and yet here they were, coexisting in peace — certainly the sight elicited some kind of response from her, something sparking in her chest that she might have called wonder if she were still a child.
she was about to turn and find another, less distracting distraction when someone’s shoe stomped down on her own. with a jump back, she hissed, prepared to tell them off — only to be met with a familiar face. her expression softened. “you’re alright.” sybill was silent as he spoke about practical applications and mechanics. what would a practical application for such a flame even be ? “i can handle yapping. better than awkward silences. it’s been nice enough. suppose i could have come back during a worse time,” she smiled. “what about you ? have you been having fun or has it all been wondering how to remake things ?”
...
A CHEEKY GRIN formed at the sight of none other than sybill. since school, it was so wonderful to see his fellow ravenclaw follow her dream and work with dragons. a part of him wondered if that was why she was drawn to the flames, too, because it reminded her of something quite like home. still, he didn’t ask, and instead just winked as he said, “well, that’s what i’m here for. to fill all those awkward gaps, though,” he teased, before turning back to the fire, trying not to be captivated by it’s dancing flames once more.
“y’mean you don’t dissect charms for fun?” he asked, a playful gasp following his words. “i mean, this is fun for me but... yea, i’ve had a nice time. gotten to see some of my favorites, including you, of course.” he gently nudged her, before rubbing his hands together and putting them in front of the fire. it was amazing how warm it still was despite the chill of the ice. he wondered how the rest of the exhibit wasn’t burning down, and a part of him started to figure that it had to be the fire. if the rest of the place wasn’t burning in flames around them, the flames themselves had to be charmed, didn’t they?
realizing he got lost in his thoughts again, he smiled sheepishly at sybill and nodded his head. “would you want to grab a hot cocoa or what have you?” he asked. “i feel like if i keep standing here i’m just going to get pulled in by this masterpiece.”
who: @incarcercus where: honeydukes. when: december 1st, 1982.
"HAVE YOU SEEN THESE?” the bag of jellies dangled in front of par’s excited eyes as he held them up for alice to see. they were like little squids, and they were charmed to move like the chocolate frogs. par would’ve been all in except for the small, teensy-tiny fact -- “they’re cute. like, see this, y’see it right? they’re bloody smiling. why would honeydukes do this to me?” he was half-teasing, but really, he knew he wouldn’t be able to eat the things if they were this cute. par was a candy lover, but at the same time, if they were going to look like an adorable creature, he just couldn’t stomach eating the treat. reluctantly, he lowered them, placing them back on the rack with a soft pat before picking up his usual taffy. “i suppose i’ll just have to go safe today. although, i might steal a little of whatever you get.” his cheeky smile disappeared as he turned around to go and look at the candy on the other rack.
{ imogen. }
As much as Imogen enjoyed the festivities, having to accompany her parents made her sick. So as they had approached Cedar Logg she had snuck off to the bonfire. The light dancing through the ice was always her favourite part as a child. Her parents would chat with other powerful families as she would run her fingers over the small bumps on the ice, watching the warm flickers of light paint every part of it. As her hand reached up to press against the ice she felt a weight against the toe of her boot.
“ watch it !” it came out as a yelp as she snapped her head towards the offender. The scowl melting off her features. A heavy breath leaves her nose as she shakes her head. Waiting until he would finish his ramblings she sighs. He had hardly changed since the last time she saw him, maybe more expensive looking but she really couldn’t see much of a change. “ Well, if the great house of Fawley’s having fun, so am I…..but it’d be better if Cedar wasn’t such a fecking melter. All that little gobshite does is act like the fecking minister.” She herself realizes that she had begun to ramble off at her former housemate before awkwardly laughing it away. “It’s been fecking donkey years since I’ve seen ye, thought ye’d be too busy to enjoy the bonfire.”
A RAISE OF HIS HANDS quickly followed the woman’s expression, although when he saw imogen’s face melt, he knew that she wasn’t going to be angry any longer. still, he let out a quick, “let me buy you a cocoa to make up for it. i’ll even splurge for a hard cocoa for you, and you only.” he smiled widely, because he hoped to catch her with that last bit. imogen and him were maybe unlikely friends, but he’d always taken to her; helped her when she was head girl, learned about her paintings, still had one in his home ( one of his prized possessions, too, even though he hated that it was a portrait of himself ). she was good, even if
he groaned playfully, sticking his hands in his pockets at her words. “ah come on, gen. cedar isn’t so bad when you get to know em’. hell, they once bought me a pot pie at leaky when i accidentally left my coin pouch at home.” the memory had par smiling ever so slightly, because it was a kind gesture from cedar, after all, and par appreciated nothing more than a spot of kindness. a shrug followed at her words and he turned back to the fire for a moment with a sigh. “can’t miss this beaut,” he said, a softness riding on his tone. after a brief moment, though, he turned back to her. “although i quite like getting out of my hole every once in a while to see my friends, too.”
who: @finitedincantatem where: the three broomsticks. when: december 1st, 1981.
NIGHTS LIKE THESE almost felt normal with lily by his side. there was, of course, the massive decorations, the deeply discounted drinks, and the fact that they didn’t have some kind-of problem to work out together ( his charm related, hers cursed ). still, as he brought back two mugs full of warm butterbeer back to the table, par couldn’t help but smile at the fact that some things never changed. they could’ve been sitting in the library at hogwarts, far as he was concerned. with lily, it would always feel the way hogwarts felt; the warmth that comes from the excitement of learning something new.
“there you are m’lady,” he teased, sliding her drink across to her ( somehow managing not to spill a drop ). his eyes widened at that feat, and he quickly pointed at the table. “do i get some bonus points for that one? i mean that was right smooth, if you ask me.” as much as he was joking, a part of him was a bit impressed with himself. despite being dexterous, he was not exactly nimble. par was shocked he didn’t spill the drink on a passing customer on the way over, let along getting it across the table to lily without a spill.
who: open to anyone . where: ignes et galcies . when: december 1st, 1981 .
THE BONFIRE was a marvel.
it stood, proudly, in the center of the carnival, flaming big and bright. par always looked forward to the event every year, mostly because he got to see his friends, but also because he had a bit more time to figure out how the bonfire worked. he was studying it now, looking into the flames as they flickered around the ice and wondering, half out loud and half to himself, if the flames were charmed or the ice. truth be told, he really thought it had to be the ice. the flames seemed too hard to charm; too unruly. then again, he wouldn’t put it against the festival to do something quite so intricate. it was a thousand year old tradition for a reason.
quickly, though, he saw a flame dance, licking the ice and he bent down to watch it, eyes wide in a childish delight. realizing, quickly, that he’d stepped on someone’s shoe, he looked up and offered a grin, “my apologies, then.” standing up, he wiped his hands on his pants and crossed his arms over his chest. “i’ve been a bit preoccupied with the mechanics of it all. y’know, if someone could figure out how to do this in a practical application...” par was getting lost in his own world again, but realizing he was now not just talking to himself, he pulled himself out of it. “anyways, i’m sure you don’t want to hear me yapping on about all that. are you having a nice time?”
the star !
17. the star : what does your muse take inner comfort in knowing ? what guides your muse ?
gaspard has always taken comfort in the fact that he has a very strong family base. his grandmother and mother, although not perfect, mean everything to him. he hopes to make them proud, although he’s certain this life was not what they’d expected of him. he didn’t necessarily expect it himself, anyways. still, he is always guided by doing what will make them smile; leading a life that his mum will want him to lead.
02. the high priestess, 18. the moon
02. the high priestess : how does your muse make decisions ? do they trust their instinct or would they rather trust their heart / their logic ?
for the most part, par follows his heart. there are certain decisions that he makes that involve logic, sure, but when presented with a big decision, one that might change his life, he listens to what his heart has to say. will he be happy? will it help others? these are really the only two questions he asks himself and he tries to move on from there.
18. the moon : what does your muse long for ? is it a realistic desire ?
par longs for companionship. he has it, sure, but it’s not something that he particularly has gotten a hold of. sometimes he can be a bit mopey about the fact that he doesn’t have someone to love. it’s probably realistic, although par wants an unrealistic 24/7 sunshine and rainbows kind of love. his desire to love is realistic, but his expectations are not.
the chariot, the fool
00. the fool : what are your muse’s thoughts on new beginnings ? does it frighten them or excite them ?
it depends on the new beginning, although to par, most beginnings are rife with opportunity. he’s always found the joy in something new, even if change frightens him ( especially right now, with a war about to start ). still, he’d rather focus on what’s good about that change, even if it makes his knees shake with fear.
07. the chariot : how much does your muse care about winning ? are they a sore loser ?
none at all! par would often purposefully lose games if he could sense that it would mean something to another person. he’s never been competitive, except with himself.
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🍊 : does my muse desire romance? is it something they would actively seek out, or prefer to happen more ‘ naturally? ’ what is their love life like? do they have any exes or past flings, or crushes?
Yes, yes, and yes? Par is the king of crushes. He literally falls in love with someone who he meets on the street that day. On the flip side, though, his romantic pursuits ( noble as they might be ) often do not come off that way because of their abrupt nature. He has never had a relationship last, and if they did, then it was very one-sided. Still, that hasn’t spoiled his attitude to love. Although, like everyone, he does sometimes feel as though he will end up alone with only his inventions ( and maybe a few cats ) to keep him company.
🥭 : how important to my muse is their hometown, or where they’re from? are they proud of it, or considered a hometown hero? did they move away, or do they wish to?
gaspard still visits his hometown often, since his grandmother still lives in the house he grew up in. his mother has finally moved out on her own, although not too far away, just into the main village ( she even started her own jam shop, which makes par swell with pride ). that being said, his home does mean a lot to him, and he is proud of it, but he wished he knew more about the life that he didn’t have. his father, particularly, is still a giant question mark, despite the one time he saw him in his grandmother’s bakery. will he ever know about that part of his world? will his hometown ever be complete? it haunts gaspard to know that his father wants to know him, but can’t. it haunts gaspard to know that he wants to know his father, but never will.
{ major arcana ask meme. }
00. the fool : what are your muse’s thoughts on new beginnings ? does it frighten them or excite them ?
01. the magician : how does your muse feel about fate ? do they believe they can change their own destiny ?
02. the high priestess : how does your muse make decisions ? do they trust their instinct or would they rather trust their heart / their logic ?
03. the empress : does your muse have parental / nurturing figures in their life ? how do they impact them ?
04. the emperor : how much respect does your muse have for authority ? why is this ?
05. the hierophant : what are your muse’s morals / ethics ? do they follow their moral code strictly ?
06. the lovers : how important are relationships to your muse ? do they value having a significant other ?
07. the chariot : how much does your muse care about winning ? are they a sore loser ?
08. strength : how does your muse use their energy ? do they tend to work towards their goals steadily or in bursts ?
09. the hermit : how introspective is your muse ? how often do they self - reflect ?
10. the wheel of fortune : how well / badly does your muse take setbacks on their goals ?
11. justice : does your muse find it easy to be impartial in emotional situations ?
12. the hanged man : how open is your muse to new opportunities ? do they constantly look for them or do they simply take whatever comes their way ?
13. death : is there anything in your muse’s life that they should be letting go of ?
14. temperance : does your muse make plans ? how impulsive are they ? has this gotten them into good / bad situations and how have they dealt with them?
15. the devil : is your muse addicted to any substances ? is there anything that could possibly make them quit ?
16. the tower : what event drastically changed your muse’s life ? do they resent that event or are they glad of it ?
17. the star : what does your muse take inner comfort in knowing ? what guides your muse ?
18. the moon : what does your muse long for ? is it a realistic desire ?
19. the sun : in general, how optimistic is your muse ? does your muse appreciate the small things in life ?
20. judgement : is your muse forgiving of themselves ? how about of others who wrong them ?
21. the world : is there one thing in life that your muse must accomplish ? what will they do when they complete that goal ?
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{ personality dimensions . }
EXTRAVERSION
★★★★★★★★★★ : outgoing ★★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆ : risk-taking ★★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆ : excitement-seeking ★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ : physically adventurous
AGREEABLENESS
★★★★★★★★★★: trusting ★★★★★★★★★★ : compassionate ★★★★★★★★★★ : empathetic ★★★★★★★★★★ : enjoys company
NEUROTICISM
☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ : angry ★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ : depressed ★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ : anxious ★★★★★★★★☆☆ : emotionally stable
CONSCIENTIOUSNESS
★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ : self-disciplined ★★★★★★★★★☆ : hard-working ★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ : prepared/dutiful ★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ : aims to over-achieve
OPENNESS TO EXPERIENCE
★★★★★★★★★☆ : likes new things ★★★★★★★★★★ : likes novel settings ★★★★★★★★★★ : intellectual/ideas/imaginative ★★★★★★★★★★ : enjoys art/culture/adventure
source: x
goneverse:
FRUITY HEADCANON PROMPTS
🍍 : how comfortable is my muse in their body? how do they feel about their height, weight, strength, and body type? how important is being attractive to them?
🍅 : how does my muse feel about plastic / cosmetic surgeries & procedures? is it something they have done or would do? do they mind if others do it?
🍏 : how stable is my muse’s physical health? do they go for regular or semi-regular checkups by a physician? do they have any diagnosed illnesses and / or take any medication? how often do they get sick?
🍎 : how stable is my muse’s mental health? have they been diagnosed with any mental illnesses and / or conditions? do they have any undiagnosed mental illnesses and / or conditions? do they or should they attend therapy?
🍑 : how meticulously does my muse look after their physical appearance? do they spend a lot of time on their hair, makeup, grooming, and clothing? is there a particular reason why they do or don’t?
🍒 : how much does my muse value companionship? do they constantly keep people around them, or do they prefer to be alone often? do they have or desire to have many friends? do they see every meeting as an opportunity to make a new friend?
🍇 : how would my muse describe their childhood? how much has it impacted the person they are now, or will become as an adult? around what age did they or will they start to mature, and why? do they wish to go back to their days as a child, or have they embraced adulthood?
🍐 : how intelligent is my muse overall? are they smarter than the average person, or less than? are they primarily self-taught, or did they acquire most of their knowledge in school? are they more street smart or book smart?
🍉 : which of the four seasons suits my muse best, and why?
🍌 : is my muse inclined to help others, or will they only do it when it benefits them, if at all? what makes them this way? has it ever gotten them into trouble, or inconvenienced them?
🍊 : does my muse desire romance? is it something they would actively seek out, or prefer to happen more ‘ naturally? ’ what is their love life like? do they have any exes or past flings, or crushes?
🍓 : how is my muse typically seen by others? does it ring true to who they really are? does their reputation matter to them?
🥝 : does my muse have any ‘ unusual ’ habits, interests, and / or talents? do they hide it, or are they proud of it?
🍋 : what kind of diet does my muse have? do they eat regularly, or the standard 2-3 meals a day? do they have to be reminded to eat, or are they likely to remind others? do they cook, or have others cook for them? do they eat healthily, or not so much?
🥭 : how important to my muse is their hometown, or where they’re from? are they proud of it, or considered a hometown hero? did they move away, or do they wish to?
source: x
{ habitual. }
HABITS – BOLD WHAT APPLIES
nail biting | throat clearing | lying | interrupting | chewing the ends of pens | smoking | swearing | knuckle cracking | thumb sucking | muttering under their breath | talking to themselves | nose picking | binge drinking | oversleeping | snacking between meals | skipping meals | picking at skin | impulse buying | talking with their mouth full | humming/singing to themselves | chewing gum | leg jiggling | foot tapping | hair twirling | whistling | eye rolling | licking lips | sniffing | squinting | rubbing hands together | jaw clenching | gesturing while talking | putting feet up on tables | tucking hair behind ears | chewing lips | crossing arms over chest | putting hands on hips | rubbing the back or their neck | being late | procrastinating | doodling | shredding paper | peeling off bottle labels | forgetfulness | running hands through hair | overreacting | teeth grinding | nostril flaring | slouching | pacing | drumming fingers | fist clenching | pinching bridge of nose | rubbing temples | rolling shoulders
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