she was not fragile like a flower,
she was fragile like abomb. ━━━━ margret ann faulkner
| eighteen |
gryffindor ━━━━ closed character blog
for BEFOREDAWNRPS
( questioning | she / they | kristine froseth ) —— isn’t that MARGRET “ PEGGY ” FAULKNER ? yeah that is them , sitting there at the GRYFFINDOR table with those other SIXTH years . when sybill looks into that crystal ball of hers , she sees bruised hands and knees with wide grins , the golden light flitting through dusty blinds late in the afternoon , hands up and head held high while rolling downhill on a skateboard , the warmth left behind by apple cider that had just a little too much cinnamon , and the scent of sweetpea and rain mingling together , which seems about right for that EIGHTTEEN year old . anyway i’ve heard they’re pretty INTREPID , WILLFUL , and PROTECTIVE . apparently they’re NEUTRAL and PUREBLOOD but i’m sure that’s not related …
where; hosgmeade, outside near the three broomsticks
whom; peggy & josie
As someone whose apartment more closely resembled a Rorschach test than an actual living space, Edith thought she knew how to navigate chaos. But this was different. This was actual chaos, and she didn’t know where anyone was. She’d only gone out to pick up some new quills and now everything had closed and no one could leave.
Edith grabbed for the first slightly familiar face she saw. “Peggy, it’s Peggy right?” She asked, panic creeping into her voice. “What’s going on? Why can’t anyone leave?”
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“they uh...” peggy isn’t usually one to struggle with her words, yet as her eyes dart from the faces around her to the woman that’s speaking to her, she can’t seem to figure out what to say. she’s momentarily torn between regretting and being thankful that she’d had josey out with her today, but as the dog shifts closer and settles his weight against her leg she’s glad for the comfort he brings.
she shook her head as she attempted again to focus, vaguely recognizing the other and nodding slightly. “peggy, yeah. it’s... i think there was an attack? or a raid - i saw some hitwix and aurors. at pippins’ potions. i... didn’t realize we couldn’t leave.” the distress lacing her tone is subtle still. she doesn’t think as she reaches out to touch the arm of another nearby wix, not noticing the tremble in her hand. “excuse me, miss? do you... do you know what’s going on?”
❛ 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒 … do you actually use no-maj and muggleborn ? ❜ sirius continues to ask , likely fixating on the most benign point of the lot . still — if you’re going to call them no - maj , why does that not translate as no - maj - born . nomajkin . then again , it may quite literally be so uncommon that the english word’s thrown in for lack of another one . sirius glances at peggy , however , smirk crawling back in its place as he nudges her arm . ❛ no need to apologise , you realise . i asked . and that sounds nice , really . ❜ he's sure there’s likely another array of problems he wouldn’t be free from , only living in a different country . but it’s nice to imagine they’d be easier , at least , to handle . ❛ you were practically grounded ? for what ? breathing strange ? ❜ but sirius sits back , lifting his shoulders in a shrug . ❛ well , if you’re looking to avoid repercussions , you can always blame me . no offense , but i’m not exactly scared of your mom . ❜
“we do, yeah. no-maj, muggles, we use both pretty evenly if i’m honest. don’t know what you’d use in place of muggleborn over there, i just... call everyone a witch or wizard or wix.” she’d never really considered the terms, or why they’d use the english and americanize versions, but that was sort of just how language worked - wasn’t it? “asked or not, i doubt you want me talkin’ your ear off over something silly. my dad used to say i just have a busted filter between my thoughts and my words.” the wrinkle to her nose is the most obvious sign of irritation, not that her tone does much to hide it. “may as well have been the reason. she’s still mad i refuse to let her turn me into one of the girls around here that just... do what their parents want. get married, have babies, be ‘respectable young ladies’. bunch of bullshit.” peggy let a hum leave her as she watched him, half considering his words. “and if my mom tells your mom? still willing to take that fall?”
❝ i didn’t suspect cissa knew all of these people — ❞ merlin, he didn’t even know half of them, which was shocking in and of itself. ❝ but, you were hoping to find me ? ❞ uh oh.
“oh, she doesn’t. i heard from several people that they just heard there was a party going and decided to crash it - not that i imagine she minds the extra company.” she hums a bit, shifting while keeping one arm around rikard. “i mean not really you specifically, but i’m not too upset. any familiar face is better than none.”
“Americans got to stick together, for sure. If I get a few more drinks in, I’m not sure anyone else is gonna understand me.”
“don’t worry, i can play translator for the night! not that i think they’d understand me much better, but with the both of us explaining i’m sure someone’d get it.”
“ merlin , really ? ” he didn’t have the energy to deal with the tangled bundle of fluff at his feet that had gotten tangled around a tree . “ anyway , mina says gandalf should be the name of a bird , but i say he looks like a wizard . ”
“well...” she can’t help but grin at the pup crouching down to pet him. “i can’t say he seems all that wise yet, but he does have that air of mischief that i always got from gandalf. what did mina say you should name him?”
“Me? Are ye sure?” Finn laughs, accepting the hug from the tiny stranger anyway. They haven’t met many Americans in their life, but they understand they tend to be a little friendlier than their British counterparts. “We’ve not actually met, have we? Else this is about to be really embarrassin’ for me.”
“well... no, but it seemed like the right kind of thing to say if i was going to go for a hug anyways.” she kept forgetting it wasn’t exactly common for people to be as physically affectionate as they were where she grew up - between her friends either being used to it or just as affectionate and the number of people that seemed to humor her, she hadn’t had to adjust her behavior much. “it would be a teensy bit embarrassing, though. i can’t imagine it’s easy to forget an american witch around here.”
❝ - were you actually invited to this , then ? there was a group of wix talking about it at work earlier and they made it seem it was open to anyone to attend . i haven’t even seen the birthday person themselves just yet , been busy trying to find the bloody table with drinks first . ❞
“oh for sure, there was a bit of a word-of-mouth invite and it got a bit out of hand. the drinks actually aren’t too far from the birthday person, last i saw - over in that corner, a little out of the way but the selection’s not bad for being so last minute.”
“apparently sirius said that someone is trying to use a big stick as a broom and i thought it was stupid at first but now i honestly want to try it,”
”that sounds like a stellar idea! and i mean, what’s the worst that could happen? we all know how to fly - if it works i’d imagine it couldn’t be that much different to handle.”
❛ 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ different in america ? or is it just a shift in neighbourhood dynamic ? ❜ he asks , knowing he toys a line much more complicated than mere opinion might be able to answer . still , sirius knows what he’s really wondering . it’s likely unnecessary to do something like keep checking — but for all he knows , peggy’s fallen into the flock of peacocks he’s abashedly part of , and you know — that makes all the difference as to how the rest of this conversation is going to carry over . to him . he sits back in his seat at the question she gives , grin expanding mischievously ; enabled . ❛ you can leave in plain sight if you’re bold enough . ❜ he claims , fingers toying with a loose string on his robes . ❛ you only need to be prepared for the repercussions . in my opinion , they show up just the same either way . but i suppose i have enough respect for the poor company we hold to try and be sneaky about it . my parents can’t drag me along if i’m not there to begin with, can they ? ❜
”oh, wildly different honestly, but also... not, in some ways. people here put so much weight in your family name or what was it... ‘blood status’? the no-maj world was a bit awful about some of that, and the elders sometimes still had that mentality, but i don’t remember the last time i heard anyone back home talk about being a ‘pureblood’ or ‘muggleborn’ or whatever. when we had parties it was just... a party. everyone could come, no one had to be there.” peggy stops as she realizes she’s fallen into a bit of a rant. wrinkling her nose as she grins and shakes her head, she offers a quick “sorry” and settles back into her seat. “what sort of repercussions? i already spend most of my summer practically grounded, i can hardly think of any other sort of punishment my mom could come up with if i was to sneak off.”
location: howlor hall
cissa’s pre-birthday party
@beforedawnstarters
“oh hey! i was hoping i’d find you eventually - there’s just.. a few more people around than i was expecting, definitely got lost in the crowds a few times.”
“too affectionate, according to... well, a lot of people. my mom’s the only one that’ll nag me about it usually, but... i just like being close to people. letting them know i’m here and i care and just.. you know, all of that. it was a lot ‘worse’ before i moved here, though.”
( questioning | she/they | kristine froseth ) —— isn’t that MARGRET “PEGGY” FAULKNER? yeah that is them, sitting there at the GRYFFINDOR table with those other SIXTH years. when sybill looks into that crystal ball of hers, she sees bruised hands and knees with wide grins, the golden light flitting through dusty blinds late in the afternoon, hands up and head held high while rolling downhill on a skateboard, the warmth left behind by apple cider that had just a little too much cinnamon, and the scent of sweetpea and rain mingling together, which seems about right for that EIGHTTEEN year old. anyway i’ve heard they’re pretty INTREPID, WILLFUL, and PROTECTIVE. apparently they’re NEUTRAL and PUREBLOOD but i’m sure that’s not related…
Draught of Peace: What was something that made you happy today?
“i had to leave josie at home and go with my mother to some stupid brunch with the stuck up ladies she’s still trying to impress, and when we got home i found him in my bed with his favorite stuffed toy tucked up against the pillows with gerald-eena. it was the sweetest thing.”
“well you should’ve said something sooner!” mina insisted, one arm already digging through her bag. “i have saltwater definitely, and possibly strawberry laffy, but honestly, they’re not my every flavor beans, i would never release such a horror into the world.”
“well i didn’t imagine you’d just have some on you - i swear i could kiss you for it, though.” she all but bounces up on her toes, wrinkling her nose and shaking her head at the very thought of the beans. “i really don’t get how they manage the sell them, especially with the flavors they come in.”
