Raven in Bloom

Damia Bloom || Durmstrang Alumni || 25

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Thank You Drinks || Maui & Damia

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shapeshifterdemigod:

Maui thought for a moment before shaking his head. “On Motunui most of the birds are either migratory or tropical island birds that don’t get too big. But I was actually born in New Zealand and they have several species of raptors that might fit the bill.” There were falcons and hawks and harriers and eagles but none of them really stood out as being more like him so to speak. “Maybe I’ll be a sheep. There are more sheep than people in New Zealand after all.”

“Then I would say a hawk or an eagle. Elegant but fierce.” She snickered at the idea of considering Maui as elegant but he had a hint of it with his demeanor with the ladies. “I’m much like a raven, myself. My animagus was how I got into my line of work.”

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Thank You Drinks || Maui & Damia

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shapeshifterdemigod:

He shrugged. “A friend of mine told me that your animagus form usually ends up being the same as your patronus. But something with wings would be awesome. What do you think my animagus would be? If you had to guess?” He was curious to see what she would peg him as. Most people thought he would be something huge and ferocious like a bear or a crocodile or something. Or on the other side of the coin, some people got a kick out of imagining Maui as a bunny or a unicorn.

Damia tapped her bottom lip and dug through her mind for all the possible animagi possibilities that could possibly fit Maui. He obviously fancied himself a suave man. He was a pretty smooth talker. From her experience, that led to a bird type animagus. However, a blue jay or mockingbird seemed to be too weak for such a massive man like Maui. “Do you have any large bird on your little island home? I can see you being a fierce flying predator. Although, I’m partial to flying myself. There’s nothing like it, really.”

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supershrinkingviolet:

As soon as Damia smacked him, Violet put on a burst of speed and grabbed hold of the man. “You are under arrest for theft and resisting arrest. You have the right to remain silent, an -” Before she get any farther, the man slammed his head back into Violet’s chin. The crack could be heard loudly as her head slammed back, but she struggled to hold onto the criminal. 

Damia wasn’t much use anymore in her Animagus form. She glided toward the ground and landed on her human feet. She quickly struck the man in the face with the goal of ending his escape act. “Bloody hell,” She muttered with exasperation. The chase had her blood pumping and it helped get some of that pent up aggression out. 

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holley-shifting-gears:

“Oh!  It’s really no problem,” Holley chuckled as she continued dabbing the napkins on her stained sweater.  A sense of relief washed over as the heat and wetness from the drink disappeared as the woman magicked it off.  “Thank you for helping me clean up but you really didn’t have to.  But darn that person who was the intended target,” she said jokingly as she laughed again.  “D-do you need to go after whoever you meant to throw this at?  I don’t want to keep you,” she added quickly, not wanting to take up the woman’s time.

Damia waved off the pursuit of the perpetrator, “Eh, I’ll get him another time. It’s best if I don’t. I’d hate to have to go on trial over a thrown item.” Which was true. Up until the moment she accidentally hit the young woman, Damia was out for blood. If he ran, she wasn’t exactly sure what she would have done. “How about I buy you new coffee? That’s that least I can do.”

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Serving Souls || Oogie & Damia

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oogieboogieman:

Otis arched a brow at her answer, chuckling softly. “Aggressive acquisitions,” he repeated, amused, “That’s still very vague, m’dear,” he added with a smirk but didn’t press the topic. Clearly, she didnt want to elaborate, and since he actually liked her, he didn’t want to push a subject and consequently, her. He took a sip of his whiskey and nodded back to the menu. “You decide if you’re hungry or not? Im sure I can slip a few enemy souls into the stew, if you like,” he said cheekily.

Damia gave a dark chuckle, “It’s a vague job. Late hours. Boring paperwork.” Trips to Azkaban. Beating up werewolves. Threatening animagi. Chasing vampires. Her job was interesting but it was lucrative if she was vague when explaining it to others. 

“Enemy soul stew sounds delicious. Can I get a few drops of my victims’ tears, too?” She jested. Her victims were usually her enemies and they were the ones she made money off of. But it was funny and went with the witty back and forth they were having.

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supershrinkingviolet:

As soon as Damia raced away, Vi scrambled to her feet and took a deep breath. With the other woman safely away, Vi took a deep breath and latched onto the scent her thief had left behind. “Got you fucker.” And with that, she was off. She caught sight of Damia diving down and clipping him, the man veering away and trying to continue running. “Stop in the name of the law!” Putting on a burst of speed, she nearly caught up to the man. If she could just herd him a little bit in the direction of Damia, they could capture him between the two of them.

Damia clutched onto a branch to get a moment to spot Violet and the man they pursued. She stretched her wings and dove from her temporary perch to head him off and make him slow down enough for Violet to catch him.

She came close enough to whack his forehead with her wing and cause him to falter in his footing. Damia hoped that would be the hiccup Violet needed.

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wise-wolf-denahi-opik:

“Denahi,” he introduced himself with a smile. “And you don’t have to worry about that. I don’t make a habit of throwing things at people unless all parties involved have enthusiastically consented.” Perhaps not the most typical way of wording that sentiment, but it was the way Denahi was going with. “It’s nice to meet you, Damia.”

“How considerate of you? I’m sure you get a lot of enthusiastic consent,” Damia laughed to herself as the words left her lips. “That came out wrong. Didn’t it? But consent is usually pretty important in all areas of life, right?”

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dynamiteprofessorcalhoun:

Calhoun glared daggers into the rude man. If looks could kill, he’d probably have dropped dead right then and there. Fortunately for him, looks couldn’t kill. But they very much could make him think twice about trying to tango with an angry blonde woman still wearing a motorcycle helmet and the still angry dark haired woman he’d so foolishly tossed something at. 

“Fuck you,” the man spat out as he turned and quickly made his way up the street.

“Not even your dreams, asshole,” Calhoun muttered as she watched him retreat. Once he was far enough away she was convinced he wouldn’t be  coming back, Calhoun tugged her helmet off and shook out her hair before turning to Damia. “I hate guys like that.”

“I do, too,” Damia said lightly. “Thanks for intervening there. You might just have saved a life.” She was obviously joking. Damia wouldn’t have killed a man on purpose for throwing something at her. He was just unlucky enough to cross her while she was in a bad mood. 

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holley-shifting-gears:

Holley was out trying just grab a hot cup of coffee.  She had found a store nearby that sold a few muggle computer parts that she wanted to check out and this cafe happened to be on the way.  Just as she got her order, she turned to the loud shouting and instantly felt something collide with her and her scalding hot drink.

“Ah!” she screamed as her coffee spilled all over her.  “Ow ow ow,” she cried as she tried to grab some napkins to wipe herself.

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Damia winced as she watched the coffee spew out all over the young girl. “Bloody hell,” She muttered as she ran over to fix what she had done. “Hold on,” She pulled her wand out and used a charm to clean up the coffee and another to heal any burns it might have left behind. “Sorry about that. It wasn’t meant to hit you.” She scowled at the intended target and remembered his face just in case he ever came across her desk. She’d take pride in hunting him down.

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madmarchmoths:

Marcus looked behind him and saw a disgruntled man shuffling away and only assumed it was him that threw it. He didn’t know why someone would even do that in the first place, but he chose to ignore it. He looked back at the dark haired woman in front of him and shrugged, “No, that’s alright.” He replied and picked up the object off the floor before throwing it away. He wasn’t a litterbug, after all. “I’m just happy I managed to somewhat dodge it. Otherwise I bet I would have had a broken nose, nice arm.”

“Well then, I’ll let you get back to your business. Hopefully, there won’t be anymore rogue statuaries after you. It would be awful if it turns into a trend.” Damia gave him a quick smile to show that she was joking. “Once again, sorry for hitting you instead.” 

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freespirit-djali:

“Am I really? Well aren’t I just the luckiest guy in Hogsmeade,” Djali joked, a smirk now adorning his face. “How can I be of service?”

Damia shook her head with a chuckle at the wizard. “I have the day to kill and was wondering what you were doing.”

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Aesthetic: Cousins

Adoff & Damia

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A Visit to Azkaban || Self Para

The island prison of Azkaban was known for its impenetrability. The sea surrounding it was perpetually angrily beating the stone walls with its chilling waves. Sunshine was a rarity and the prisoners didn't get to enjoy it from their dark dank cells. 

Damia arrived at the intake office where an old woman sat, “Damia Marie Bloom.” The two women were familiar with one another. From what Damia understood, the older woman had been working for the prison for fifty years and hadn't left since she started. The gray pasty tinge to her skin hinted at a vitamin D deficiency which would be consistent with the lack of sunlight around Azkaban. “I'm here to see Adoff Richardson.”

The woman peered up at Damia with a curious brow. “Not dropping anyone off today?” Damia shook her head. “Let me see if he's able to take visitors today,” and she rolled her chair around the office and disappeared.

Damia hadn't seen her cousin in years. She visited him the first time she dropped off an animagus who refused to register and terrorized a muggle town. It wasn't like he knew she came. Well, she didn't know what he knew. Adoff received the Dementor’s Kiss when she was fourteen. He was just a shell of the person she knew. Seeing him that way left a mark on her heart and was probably the reason why she hadn't seen him in so long.

“They'll be down here to come get you. Just take a seat.” The woman came back and spoke quickly. She pointed to the waiting area before she went back to her work.

The waiting area was a dingy hue of blue. Years of salt water being tracked in left a trail of crusty White across the floor that was dense in the higher traffic areas. The chairs were worn and rickety and Damia tried to find the one that posed the least danger to her designer pants.

It seemed like forever until one of the guard wizards came to collect Damia, “Miss Bloom?” She raised her eyes to examine the person who came to bring her to Adoff. “This way.”

Their walk was silent. Damia had zero desire to speak to the guard. It wasn't his fault that Adoff was there but she didn't feel like making small talk while her cousin couldn't even say hello.

She was led into a small room and Adoff was brought in a small worn down wheelchair. His head hung low as his hands laid lifelessly in his lap. He didn't even flinch when the heavy door slammed shut. She looked like her cousin, his blonde hair cut close to the scalp as his eyes, crystal and vacant, were trained on the floor. His features shared a resemblance with her father that made her heart lurch as she sat in silence.

“Hey Adoff,” she said clearly. “It's Damia.” She touched the back of his palm softly with her fingertips. “You look good.” She swallowed the lump in her throat and fought back the tears. “Fredrick had a baby. Her name is Heidi.” She pulled out her scolla and opened the picture on her ScrapWitch account. It wasn't like he could look or that it registered but Damia still showed Adoff the picture of his niece. After a few seconds, she slipped the device back in her pocket. “Jaya got a promotion. She still works for the muggle company. Grandmother isn't happy at that but she's never happy about anything Jaya does other than look pretty.” Damia laughed to herself.

She tried to think of what had changed since the last time she came to visit. “I broke up with Vincent. It was never going anywhere anyway. He was a married man and too high profile to leave his wife for me. Not that I ever asked him to but still. If he ever wanted to it wouldn't have worked out because my life is so secretive, to begin with.” Damia explained even though Adoff couldn't comment on or condemn her actions.

“Times up,” The guard poked his head in and barked the command.

“Okay,” Damia rose from her seat and headed for the door. She paused with a hand on his shoulder. “Goodbye cousin. I'll try not to wait so long between visits.”

Damia was too upset to fly home. Seeing Adoff’s condition hurt her to the core. No one should live like that regardless of their actions. It made her question her job for a moment. But it was fleeting. Not everyone who went to Azkaban got the kiss. Some deserved to be there in their madness.

Instead of flying, she used the Floo network at the prison but that only connected with Aurors Offices within England. She decided that Hogsmeade was close enough and she could apparate the rest of the way.

Once in Fogarbaile, Damia walked slowly to her flat. She really had no desire for anything. She just wanted to go home and stare at the wall.

Since Damia usually flew in the opened window around back, she almost forgot what the storefront below her flat looked like. She slid the key into the lock, which was weird, pushed the door open and stepped into the small area at the bottom of the stairs that lead to the second door that she considered her front door. Crunch. She looked beneath her foot and there were dried out flowers, small and large boxes of various chocolates. She picked up a small card that was attached to the stem of the wilted orchid.

Dami, It's been a while. V.D.

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dig-dog-doug:

Id anyone knew anything about being in the wrong place at the wrong time, it was the bubble-brained badger boy waddling willy-nilly wherever his attention took him. As the year came closer to an end this seemed to be more frequent behavior for Doug; his attention span seemed to be getting shorter of all things, when it should have been strengthening so he wouldn’t – the boy whimpered at this – be forced from Hogwarts forever.

So there he was. On his own and not entirely sure of where he was, Doug skittered from idea to idea, exploring freely as his mind saw fit. There weren’t many people out today, so the streets of wherever-the-heck-he-was weren’t packed together like peanut butter crackers, but there were still enough of them around to send Doug’s head in a tizzy. There were so many sounds and sights and smells, and somehow he had gotten a pretzel, and maybe he would see some of his friends –

“Hey!

Doug whirled around just in time to see a curiously fast-moving object whizz toward him, and immediately his Seeker brain dropped into a crouch and began to wag a furiously excited tail. He saw the object, he was the object, he was going to catch the object and then bring it back and it would make him happy. Doug nodded so quickly it made his cheeks jiggle a little; he was ready.

And then it hit him in the face.

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Damia was nearly floored as the object made contact with a young man’s face. She didn’t mean to hit him and she felt horrible. “I’m sorry,” She apologized as she walked over, the whole thing having a sobering effect on her frustration and anger. “Are you okay?”

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Thank You Drinks || Maui & Damia

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shapeshifterdemigod:

He grinned and raised an eyebrow. “A raven huh? Well that explains why you took a shine to the raven feather quill I showed you.” He took another swig and set his glass down on the counter. “I probably will need your help. I have no idea what exactly I’ll turn into. I just hope it’s not a shark like my patronus. That’s not very useful outside of the water.”

“That quill survived three months worth of paperwork in one day,” She nodded. “I will probably buy more and not just because of my bias toward all things raven.” Truthfully, it was why she bought it in the first place. Purchasing it again was just her pride in something quality that she could relate to.

“Most people pick their patronus but having a shark animagus when living in Hogsmeade is pretty pointless. Why not something with feathers? You do work at a quill shop.” Damia swirled the remainder of her drink before shooting it backward and draining the glass. 

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unmanlyblond:

Kristoff snapped to reach out and catch the offending whateveritwas, grabbing it with one fist out of the air before he’d had time to even think about what it could be. It could’ve easily been a poisoned dart, now that he was thinking of it, feeling the weight of it in his hand. It wasn’t, clearly; at least he didn’t think it was. He opened it to see a small paper lying in his hands, all crumpled and ruined, though he imagined that was intentional.

Looking up, he found the woman looking at him with what certainly seemed to be anger in her eyes, Kristoff himself confused. “I’m,sorry, is this yours?” he asked genuinely, even though the lack of emotion and affect in his voice may have misled her to think otherwise. He did, though, walk to her again with his hand outstretched, offending piece of paper in his palm for her to take.

Damia grumbled as the young man brought her the paper she had thrown. “No, it’s not,” she answered with a bit of annoyance hanging on her words. “I meant to throw it at that der Scheisskerl.” She exhaled reminding herself that the young man before her wasn’t the cause of her frustration. Although, she did have a distaste for all things teenager. He wasn’t being as annoying as the rest of his generation. “That was a pretty nice catch, though.”

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dynamiteprofessorcalhoun:

Calhoun had been out for a ride, actually taking a bit of time to enjoy an afternoon, and had stopped so that she could have some coffee and maybe a snack before resigning herself once more to the work of being a high school teacher when she witnessed the little exchange. Damia returned the object that had almost hit her to sender, and the man was not quick enough to dodge, getting hit squarely in the face with it.

“Fuck you, bitch!” the rude man shouted in return and started toward Damia.

Calhoun stepped between him and her acquaintance, because like hell was she going to witness an assault charge on her afternoon off, and said with every ounce of intimidation she had learned to use over the years, “Why don’t you fuck off?”

“Is that the best you’ve got?” Damia’s instinct was to step up to the man and show him what happened when a person dared to cross her. However, Calhoun’s actions caused the witch to stop short and set the snarl across her face. She would’ve been pissed but to have the great Jane Calhoun defend her honor was just about the greatest thing in the world.