“it seems there must be. tragic.” laurel’s still grinning, fueled onwards by the obvious discontent in the other girl. she can’t helo a small laugh - the anger is so ridiculously placed, against some ridiculous school event, against the other kids. laurel’s known true hatred. valentine’s day hardly deserves the vitriol. “oh, what a load of bollocks. it’s just a stupid party. live a little - or leave. no one’s forcing you to be here.”
There was nothing she despised more than someone indicating her feelings were even remotely misplaced-- even if they were entirely. “Now why would I leave when the two of us are having so. much. fun.” She enunciates each word with a step forward. Couldn’t have a party without some animosity, now could they?
Goldie hated the way she looked today. She just didn’t feel comfortable clad in a mini dress and heels to match her name. Her face felt like a canvas splattered with paint and the tightness of her updone hair was giving her a headache. However she’d done it because she knew that joining in on the getting ready part of the day would make them happy. When she noticed the other looking at her however, she began to feel herself snapping. “What is this? I can’t dress up nice for one day without getting suspicious side eyes from you?” She huffed, bringing her glass of sparkling punch closer to her lips. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’d have a CRUSH on me.”
Misery loves company-- it had been a core tenant of Seph’s approach to almost everything. Seeing Gilena all made up, and almost just as uncomfortable as herself, brought a smirk of satisfaction on her lips. “Crush? You wish.” She eyes the girl’s outfit once more, before letting her gaze note her made-up features. “I’m just happy someone is hating this as much as me.” Her arms out stretch ever so slightly, motioning to her own red-laced burden. “Granted, mine still looks better than yours.”
It was no secret that Sienna was one of the most fashionable students within the walls of Hogwarts. She was a trendsetter that graced the halls as if she had created fashion itself, only acknowledging Abigail, Estelle, and Scorpius as individuals who were on the same level as her. It was for this reason that she occasionally lent her expertise to a select few, Seph currently being one of them. “Trust me, if you were looking anything other than flawless I would tell you. The last thing I want is for my name to be associated with some off-brand ten sickle looking outfit.” However there was something missing even if the Ravenclaw wasn’t quite sure what. Eyes trailing down to the converse in mention, she couldn’t help but frown, her mind trying to find a solution to the older girl’s problem. “If you’re going to wear the dress then you’re going to want to wear the heels otherwise it all just looks so haphazard. Did you at least try a balancing charm before settling on sneakers?”
The look Sienna gives her throws Seph off, and she matches the girl’s expression, her frown growing tenfold as she takes a look again at herself; eyes going from the red material, over her bared legs, down to her clad feet. “Haphazard can be a look.” She counters, defensively, hands coming to rest on her hips. “You know-- that whole, I don’t care look. Effortless beauty. Isn’t that a..... thing?” Her counterargument fades in strength the more she says it, and she’s left feeling the need to make a mad dash out of the dance. “I shouldn’t have even bothered-- you’re right. I don’t even know what I was thinking--” Flustered, she begins scuffing one shoe against the other, shifting her weight back and forth. “----there’s a balancing charm?”
laurel smirks in response to the overt challenge in the other girl’s words - she’s never been one for jealousy, really, nor inter-female competition, but she’s not about to roll over and bare her belly to save someone else’s ego. “that’s the first time i’ve ever been asked to forgo the kissing. something got your knickers in a twist?”
The eye--roll comes before she can stop it at the girl’s kissing comment. “First time for everything, right?” Her eyes flick around to the crowds of students around them, and she takes a step closer. “Other than this stupid holiday, and being trapped in a room of my favourite people-- nothing really. Just assumed you might have a little something more in store for entertainment than party games worthy of a six year-old’s birthday.”
“ Persephone, ” the male cried out, putting emphasis on the name she practically hated to be called with all her heart. Valentine’s Day had always been one of his favorite holidays because of the extreme levels of sappiness and love in the air, but more importantly, he loved it because it made for a rollercoaster of a time. All sorts of drama seemed to unfold around this time, especially at the dance. I mean, what do you expect from putting the whole school together into one room. “ How’s the dance going for you? Had any first years ask you to dance yet. Or are the too INTIMIDATED ? ”
Akin to nails on a chalkboard, the ringing out of her full name forced a shudder through her, a tense grimace on her features. Whipping around to see the source of the sound, her eyes narrowed further, coming in contact with Longbottom. She crosses her arms against her chest, tightly. “Well-- after I ate the first one who asked, I haven’t had any other offers. But it’s a good thing you’ve made an appearance, because I’ve started to get hungry again.” She takes another step forward, her fingers digging into her arms to keep from forming fists.
She eyed the lion for almost too long, eyes drifting over the other’s gown, making her more self-conscious in her own attire. Only one way to solve that. “Heard you were in charge of games-- how about spin the bottle-- minus the spinning and the kissing.”
She couldn’t believe that not only had she been roped into actually attending an event for the worst holiday possible-- like ever, her date was more preoccupied with grabbing balloons than with grabbing her. And instead of channeling her annoyance in a reasonable way, or even better, settling down, she focused her attention on the collateral damage of the situation;Selina Macdougal.
“So I’m confused-- are those supposed to be hearts, or were you going for a giant red mess? Because if so, splendid work Picasso.”
----As much as she had been determined to draw attention that evening, there was one particular individual that Seph had intended to impress with her particularly scantily clad red number. “Please tell me I don’t look as ridiculous as I feel.” She said in almost whine, her lips forming a deep pout. Sienna was the only person Seph would ever allow to actually influence her wardrobe even remotely-- and given the nature of the event, she was at a loss. “But don’t you dare say anything about the shoes--” She refuses to take another glance at the worn, off-white converse decorating her feet. “--I tried the heels on, and I barely made it three steps. Besides, these have a little line of red, so they match.”
----If she had admitted it to herself, she had been minutely excited to attend the dance-- mostly for the attention she would garner in the red, lace-covered slip she had donned, almost tempting to be kicked out. But the feeling had quickly worn off, in enough time it took to note her peers in their irritating social circles. To add to it, the lace was starting to itch at her skin so much so that she began to nervously tug at the slip ever-so often. Finally, the prickling of her hair worn down especially for the occassion, running against the bare skin of her back became too much. With a snap of annoyance, she stretched her hands up to tie the mess into a ball at the base of her neck, the movement causing her dress to ride up further.
“--Can I help you? ” She snapped, feeling eyes on her.
Hello lovelies! So Seph is just gonna be chilling, doing nothing productive, and causing general mayhem at the event, so please LIKE this post if you’d like a starter with her during the event, and I can get it up hopefully this evening! Excited to write with you all xoxo.
❝ oh, look it’s persephone mulciber, an eighteen year old pureblood witch attending hogwarts. she is a seventh year slytherin student. their friends would say they are bewitching + machiavellian but can also be erratic + temperamental . they are known around the castle as the pastiche . some swear they look like phoebe tonkin but they would disagree. ❞
Hi everyone, Melisa here! I’m super excited to bring you my beautiful disaster Seph. She might bite, but I definitely won’t :3 Please feel free to DM or to add me on Discord (melisa#6427). I'll get up a little starter ask as well!
Some quick facts about Seph:
Daughter of Cassius Mulciber and Cassandra Avery. Her father’s imprisonment was the beginning of the end of an otherwise still rather dysfunctional Pureblood family. After her father was taken away from them, her mother nearly lost her mind, and became incredibly neglectful of the family. In the times that her mother was herself enough to attempt to parent, it was harsh, judgmental, and at times cruel.
Given her upbringing, despite the stories about her father and the knowledge of his depravity, Seph would do almost anything to gain his approval. This is also in part coupled with her deep hatred of her mother for practically abandoning them after Cassius was imprisoned. Seph has still not had direct contact with her father since his escape, and her mother refuses to say a word about it. But she’s determined to reconnect with him, if for no reason other than to show him that in his absence, it was she that kept it together best.
The only reason the Mulciber family was able to maintain relatively good standing in Pureblood society, post-war and seizing of assets, was the help from her mother’s side of the family. This particular fact was tossed about rather frequently at the Mulciber children, especially growing up, and it lead to Seph being both determined to never end up in a position to rely on anyone else’s supposed benevolence, and to muster her bitterness in any way that she could.
Holding as much anger as Seph has her whole life, taming the chip on her shoulder is not the easiest task. However, as she’s gotten older she’s realized there’s a lot more that she can work with, especially when it comes to her appearance and her wit. As much as she’d rather do almost anything the hard way, there something to be said about trying things the nice and easy way, no matter how difficult niceties and politeness were to swallow.
Do not, under any circumstance, call her Persephone, unless you’d like to be hexed. She detests the name, and thinks it was ludicrous of her parents to name her something so archaic. Only if someone very close to her is being very serious or very angry with her, would the full name usage be appropriate.
She is a terrible student, at best ambivalent about her academics, at worst nearly failing out of several classes. She is interested in all sorts of topics, but never when they’re taught in a classroom, and never for too long.
Her temperamental attitude has gotten her into dozens of fights over the years, and if it wasn’t for her inability to control her rage, she would be one of Hogwarts finest duelists. This is something she is working on. She’s also quite prone to forgetting about her wand entirely, and using her hands if necessary in an altercation. Given her size, and general inexperience, she’s injured herself quite a bit over the years, but proudly so.
Although her favour and approval is quite the feat to obtain, once one does, she would doing anything for them. Loyal to the end, don’t ever think about harming someone close to Seph. True ride or die, till the end.
Despite not understanding relationships, affection, or love, she’s the current girlfriend and clingy cat-like creature to Alaric Selwyn. She can’t stand the idea of caring about another person or depending on them, so she definitely pretends like neither of those things are going on between them, when in reality she’s terrified of losing him and would do anything for him.
Despises Quidditch, and thinks its ridiculous how much people care about a stupid ‘sport’, but attends the Slytherin matches to watch Rick play and players from other Houses get knocked off their brooms.
Secretly scours Witch Weekly obsessively, and is up to date with almost any trend, piece of gossip, or quiz the publication puts out.
Refuses to keep any pets, including an owl, because she doesn’t want to admit that losing them would be devastating. And in particular, she doesn’t think an owl would be useful, given the lack of letters she receives or sends.
