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raphaël hugo rowe. i observe more than i speak. ( metamorphmagus )

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back from hiatus!

scrambling to get starters i owe right now, but in the meantime, hmu on here or msg me on aim @mingeees if you want to plot.

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ooc; 10/24

putting camille and raphaël on hiatus. meanwhile, i’ll still be popping in and out of the dash and i’m still up for plotting anytime.

meanwhile, apologies to those i owe replies/starters to. work has been really busy and i haven’t been in the best of health, but i’ll be back real soooooooon

and i’ll just plonk my tracker here as well~

starters for: peach, jeriah (i feel like there are more but i forgot, please send me a message to let me know!)

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don’t be bitter about it « r^2

[roisin-rvn-deactivated20180522]

“Ye’ can stay, I’ll go—sound well?”

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his heart drops a little as soon as she removes her hand, the warmth that lingers on his skin soon disappears. sure, he felt slightly threatened by her myriad of knowledge that challenged his, but she’s a ravenclaw herself after all, and he shouldn’t fault her or her opinion.

raphaël isn’t much of a talker, really, especially with the people he’s unfamiliar with. the demise of the smile on her face discomforts him, and he silently berates himself for his introverted personality and the lack of ability to properly hold up a conversation. he does fault her for barging into his personal space, though.

forming proper conversations and friendships outside of his tiny social circle have never been his forte. maybe he’s going to try, this time. 

holding back a laugh, the corners of his lips seem to point upwards. “ah, it’s alright. i’m not too good with strangers,” he pauses for a brief moment. “or physical contact.”

he winces just a little as he hear the tiny ‘smack’ that lands on the back of the other’s palm, self-inflicted. it wasn’t such big of a deal, anyway. “don’t do that,” a smile works its way onto his face and he feels his cheeks get oddly warm at her statement (that sounded like a compliment), “oh, um, thank you...”

eyes tracking her hand that signals to other girls around them, he widens his eyes at the numerous girls who had turned away from him to avoid his eyes at the same time. sure, he was pretty observant, but he fails to notice the amount of attention he gets from the opposite gender. he believes it’s because he’s friends with the flower boys, still.

the rest is a blur as he fails to listen to what the other is spouting, but he does recognise a foreign language. irish. he’s heard the language during his family trip to ireland, though it’s nicer to hear it up close (almost personal). 

“oh,” his hand extends just slightly to the other, “you don’t have to leave.”

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don’t be bitter about it « r^2

[roisin-rvn-deactivated20180522]

“Do ye’ understand what I’m getting’ at?”

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his lips press so tightly against each other- the other was really out to invade his personal space. observation has always been his forte, the slight tint that paints the top of her ears peeks out of her hair, the little sparkle in her eyes that he finds very endearing (’no!’ he tells himself otherwise), the little details that don’t slip from his attention.

raphaël could easily excuse himself and leave, he doesn’t even know her anyway, and time is too precious to be spent on something (or someone) that isn’t productive for him, especially when he’s trying to get something done. it’s probably because he doesn’t know what to do with the hand that is now resting on his shoulder, and he cringes at the touch because it’s so foreign. 

her accent fascinates him, though. he’s pretty much used to the french that dances off the tongues in his hometown, and the popular american accents he has heard around the school, but her’s sounded so much like a cowboy that he’s almost tempted to stay on just to study her tones. 

“i have,” she's really being pushy right now, “i have.” 

“that mix does sweeten the potion, but,” he slowly reaches his hand out to get his parchment back, “the tingling sensation isn’t what i’m expecting to get out of this recipe i’m crafting.” 

that formula had left him with a burning stomach (he tried it), almost similar to that of firewhisky’s (he tried it), and it wasn’t exactly the best feeling to have prior to getting some sleep. “that’s kind of not what i was going for,” he answers, eyes narrowing at her hands that are now resting comfortably on his arms. 

casually ignoring the wink that was sent his way, he shuts his potions book and gets ready to leave- he really doesn’t want to but she’s getting kinda creepy.

“not really, but thanks.”

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raw ; raphael

[sly-jojo-blog]

“Raphael Rowe. Don’t you walk away from me. Or act like you don’t know who I am.” she replied in a dangerously low tone.

[ravraphael-blog]

he loathed the thought of her, and with her standing in front of him right at that very moment, he wanted nothing more than to just get out of her way. the girl had avoided him like plague as soon as that very, downplayed night was over, but he had managed to overturn the situation and perhaps, believed that they were something more.

raphaël never really meddled in love and relationships, because he hadn’t found the right one yet. but as soon as he met her, he believed she was the one, but she turned out to be like any other girl that he had expected the rest to be, and he was devastated. like an abandoned pup, he had been kicked to the curb and she never looked back. while still hurt, he had made sure to erase any trace of her in his memory, and never liked the green house ever since.

were they all like that?

he hated hearing her voice. “y-you,” his shoulders drooped a little because he was never a courageous soul, and he never spoke rashly. “you don’t get to control me. not anymore. and i’m free to identify the people i choose to remember, and the people i don’t.”

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raw ; raphael

@ravraphael

The halls were quiet and Jojo was pleased with this as she made her way down the somewhat empty corridor. No males to whistle at her, no girls to fluster her. 

It reminded her of the time she first met Raphael. 

Raphael Rowe was a boy she had met during her fourth year at Hogwarts and had instantly-despite her best judgement and to her own mild surprise-become close to him. From that closeness stemmed infatuation. She had seen him around sure, but since he was a year above herself she decided it was best not to let her feelings grow. 

However, there had been a day…

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raphaël had been at his desk for the past three hours, working on his wizarding law paper that was due the day after. he’d usually complete his tasks early, but he had been very distracted. it was october, and october wasn’t a month he was fond of. he decided to leave the paper alone while he took a short break and collapsed into his bed, head resting on his folded arms. shutting his eyes, his mind began to wander.

he really shouldn’t be wandering around the hallways after hours, but he couldn’t fall asleep. constantly battling an insomnia condition, it was never easy for him to get a good night’s sleep, and dreams kept him awake through the night. he never remembered those dreams, and he hated them.

in the dark, a figure staggered towards him, and he furrowed his eyebrows in curiosity. it probably wasn’t a prefect, for a prefect wouldn’t be staggering. he moved closer, with a need to find out what exactly was happening. was it an intruder? a drunk ghost? 

raphaël watched as the figure dropped to the ground, and he rushed over in concern. bright pink hair, pink cheeks and rosy lips. he swallowed, because the girl was kinda pretty. nonetheless, he needed to help her before the prefects rounded the corner, so he picked her up and carried her on his back. he felt her move, and his heart beats a little too quickly for a while.

“no,” he responded, “i don’t get girls, and if i leave you there, you’re going to get caught by the prefects.”

it effectively shuts her up, and he took her back to his room. no, it wasn’t anything wrong, but she was drunk out of her mind to even tell him what house she belonged to, and he couldn’t just leave her anywhere else. as he set her down on his bed, he tucked her in, and quietly hushed his roommate and sent him away because it’ll be hella awkward if she were to wake up to two guys staring straight down at her.

he doesn’t realise that he instantly fell asleep beside her, lethargy taking over his body.

raphaël awoke to violently jabs on his shoulder, and he frowned in annoyance. he’s ready to turn and send the girl on her way, but lips meet his and he found himself in a locked embrace. it was so unexpected, but he didn’t seem to want to pull away. it was his first kiss after all, and everything seemed to move at such a quick pace that when he opened his eyes, she had hurried off.

“don’t look for me”

that was probably the first thing he heard from her, sober, but it certainly wasn’t the last.

he decided to go on a stroll down the hallways, because he simply wasn’t able to focus on any of his work at all. wrapped in his robe, he took a slow walk down towards the great hall, planning his route in his head. his plan was almost completed when he felt a hand brush against his, and stopped in his tracks. 

it was familiar.

he furrowed his brows, instantly tucking his hands into his pockets to avoid any physical contact with her. “i’ll just- take the other way. sorry to have bumped into you,” he replied, face devoid of any emotion, “i don’t know. i don’t know who you are, or what you are.”

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don’t be bitter about it « r^2

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Clearing her throat, Rose resettles, leaving his personal space completely and laying his parchment back on the table, where it belongs. “And, why didn’ ye’ put Agrippa in yer’ potion for dreamless sleep? Seems pretty important if ye’ don’ want to choke it down, yeah? And what about the honeywater? It’s a very essential piece don’ ye’ think?”

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his eyebrow twitches while he watches his quill being grabbed by the fellow ravenclaw. “what an intrusion of personal space, and how rude,” he thinks to himself, letting out a silent sigh. interruption was one of the things he loathes the most, and this girl has just gone on to trigger one of his peeves. she’s a ravenclaw, she should’ve known better.

raphaeël stares as the girl brings his parchment (his parchment!) close to her face, and he bites back just the tiniest smile because she looks kind of stupid staring so intently at the text. but he grimaces as her face changes, and he knows she’s feeling perplexed over his recipe. why is he feeling so affected by her facial expressions anyway?

the pout puts him off immediately, having seen many girls do the same thing in front of his other pals, and he knows exactly what she’s up to. as she flinches away from him, he internally heaves a sigh of relief, having gotten his personal space back.

raising an eyebrow at her odd accent, he ignores it but focuses on her proclamation. he doesn’t like being questioned, especially by someone who he didn’t even know, but he doesn’t express it. he doesn’t challenge it, either. 

“agrippa is an ingredient that can be omitted, actually. though it does reduce the need for other ingredients, taking agrippa out of the recipe makes the potion significantly less bitter,” he answers, taking his quill and parchment back from her while avoiding contact with her fingers. “and honeywater is an ingredient for the potion for dreams, not dreamless sleep.”

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pushover « r&ej

@gryffeunji

he couldn’t say no.

at the age of seventeen, he struggles to say no. he attempts to say no, especially when the situation is clearly disadvantageous for him, but the word will always fail to escape his lips. 

it’s a strength, yet a flaw. it makes him a good person, yet a bad one. putting others before him was a norm, because everyone should receive benefits. and that’s what he believes in, and that’s his goodwill.

despite so, there he stood. his fists were clenched in the pockets of his robe, lips pursed. he feels his eye twitch just a little, and he tries to conceal it. a fellow classmate stands before him, friends behind him. 

raphaël stares at the green tint in the other’s hair. so that’s where his money went.

the slytherin grins, “hey, i’m kind of running low on funds and i really need to get that new edition of the charms textbook. could you, as my deskmate, do me another favour?” 

another favour.

the request, thrown at him carelessly, lacking any form of genuine expression. he never had an issue with lending, but at that point, he knew he was being taken advantaged of and he doesn’t think he could ‘let it be’ any longer.

he takes a deep breath, and stares straight into the eyes of the other. “n-no,” he stutters a little, but keeps his stand. raphaël feels his fists clenching at this sides, and he feels slightly empowered for once.

a sharp pain hits his shoulder. “what’d you say? no?” the slytherin growls, breaking his personal space by taking a step closer. in response, he backs off just a little, forming distance between them once more. “i said, no.”

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don’t be bitter about it « r^2

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Rose can’t really figure out why she’s here. The Great Hall is practically empty, save for the students who have no lif–I mean!–nothing to do on a Friday–which, I guess, makes me a part of the bunch too…Because, even though there were a million and one things Rose could be doing, like you know, potion making, potion testing, or….well, really that’s it. But! The important part is that she isn’t doing anything of the such. Instead, she’s in the empty dinning hall, a plate of leftovers in her hand, and wondering why she didn’t just eat in the kitchens.

Not to mention, her gravy looks a little too thick.

Great.

Shaking her head, Rose makes her way to the Ravenclaws table which, surprise surprise, has the most people seated at it (because–why would her housemates have lives when the semester just started????). All free of their robes, they’re gathered at one end of the table, oddly enough. And it’s as Rose is making her way to sit as far away as possible, that she sees him.

The sun is shining out of his ass–holy shit, it’s Raphaël.

Rose doesn’t think there’s a girl who doesn’t know who he is, considering all the whispers going around about him and his friends. And, while any normal person would play it cool, Rose is nothing of the such so–there she goes, redirecting herself and sitting down right on the left of him.

Alright, here we go.

Just as she opens her mouth to cutely initiate conversation (and she did mean cutely), she finally sees what he’s working on. Or, what his quill is working on.

“Oooh! What are ye’ makin’?” She asks, moving even closer to see what his quill is writing. “Agrippa…moondew…potion for a dreamless sleep then?”

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he pretends to not notice the swarm of girls sitting in close proximity (but not very close after all), and focuses entirely on his quill and the page of his book. it wasn’t that he wasn’t interested in any of those girls, heck, he wasn’t interested in those girls, but he liked girls. just not in general, like his friends eli and helios, who were constantly bathing in girls.

he doesn’t mind being in the same bunch, but sometimes, he hates the attention. he wasn’t charming like eli, neither was he charismatic and dashing like helios. man, his self-esteem must be really low.

raphaël’s careful to control those thoughts, wouldn’t want them being penned down on his book of potions, would he. 

he’s interrupted by a voice, too high to be any of his guy pals’, yet too......cute-sounding to be any of his own friends. almost on instinct, he shifts uncomfortably away from the figure, feeling the locks of her hair just barely touching his shoulder.

swallowing his nervousness, he tells himself to be a little more outgoing for once and try to make a friend. that’ll probably convince eli and helios of his sexuality (totally straight!!). 

“i-” he starts off, moving a little further away, “yes. dreamless sleep for potion- i mean potion for dreamless sleep. agrippa isn’t in it, though.”

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There were a couple of things that could get Eli to spend his free time in the library. Most often, the reason was napping–obviously, there was no better place than between some stacks to catch some Z’s. Another big motivator was a cute girl. The idea of spending some quiet time with a beautiful lady could get Eli to do anything. But, strangely enough, the reason that got Eli into the library today didn’t involve anything of the such.

In fact, currently, he was even sitting at a table with a book cracked open in front of him and reading the text.

Which only meant one thing: Raphaël.

It was close to lunch time and the two boys were seated at the same table, sitting quietly in the busy library. Normally, Eli would mind the idleness, but something about the Ravenclaw made him comfortable with the silence they shared. And, while not even Raph could get him to study, Eli usually used the time they hung out to catch up on some light reading.

Plus, Eli also didn’t mind the numerous amount of girls who openly showed their interest at the both of them. Unknowingly, Raph was a great wingman with his reserved qualities–something about the mystery seemed to attract. However, despite it all, rarely did Raph ever find a girl he was interested.

But that didn’t stop Eli from trying.

And with that thought in mind, he waved at the group of girls making eyes at them from across the room, causing smiles and concealed laughter.

“Looking to make some new friends, Raph?” He said as he sat his book down and focused his attention on the girls.

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the library was like a sanctuary for raphaël. not only were there books, the place provided comfort and a quiet place to study, while being devoid of noisy beings in densely populated areas of the school.

not that he was making a reference to the ravenclaw common room. the people in his house were pretty chill, but he does feel slightly pressured whenever he’s there, because everyone was constantly advancing their knowledge and he’d prefer to do things at his own pace.

he’s really been neglecting charms. a little confusion during class wasn’t at all a good sign, and no, he wasn’t being a goody two shoes. he just wanted to at least be sure of the things he was learning, and apply them correctly in the future.

something, or rather, someone, has been rather distracting despite being quiet. the area was silent, but the aura was distracting. glancing at the boy beside him, he could only let out a small sigh. eli was obviously bored, though not shown on his face with a book in front of him, but he knew his friend well enough. “are you actually reading it,” he asked, eyes not leaving the text in his charms book.

eli had been one of his closer pals in hogwarts, though the other was in the other house. despite being vastly different, standing at different ends of the spectrum, they always seemed to balance out. he preferred being alone, especially in quiet areas of the campus to completes his daily dose of studying, but he had always let the hufflepuff sit beside him in silence (not exactly, because the giggles that come along in the background can be insanely annoying). 

he took a small peek at the girls across the room, eye rolling just a little as he took another look at eli. the other was waving. 

“um, i’d prefer not to,” he answered the other, setting his book down. eli’s eyes were ablaze with something raphaël had been very familiar with, and he wasn’t too excited about that.

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don’t be bitter about it « r^2

@roisin-rvn

the great hall is quiet today.

raphaël frowns, taking the occasional glance around to spot any hints of chatter. there isn’t, which is oddly weird, considering that it was past school hours and the campus would usually be bustling with excited students. 

“oh,” a reason strikes his head, and he nods to himself, as if it was validation. it was a friday. most would probably be at diagon alley, or anywhere fun. the great hall was fun, but lacked any activity that didn’t scream ‘study’. though he preferred the great hall over the library, for it wasn’t suffocating, or dead silent. 

he reverts back to his work. potions is undeniably one of his favourite cores, and he loved brewing up his own concoctions and further improving on pre-existing potions. but he wasn’t up to challenge the original creators, neither was he up to prove anyone anything. it was all merely for fun, and for his own self-improvement. he was ravenclaw, after all.

potion for dreamless sleep.

pausing at the page, the tips of his lips gradually twitch upwards. the potion was known to have a tinge of bitterness, almost like the saying, “bitterness now, sweetness later”. dreamless sleep was always sweet. the bitterness was intolerable, for he himself detests the lingering feeling that dances across his tongue, penetrating his tastebuds and making him want to gag– even thinking about it was enough to make him cringe.

so how could he make it taste slightly better? perhaps like candy? or flowers? 

he points his wand directly at the quill on the table, leading it as it rises up from its original position. it hovers over his open book, waiting for a command. words flashes through his head, and the quill begins to write. nonverbal spells were one of his forte (took him a while to master), though many would say that picking up the quill and writing it on his own would be a whole lot easier, but he still does it anyway.

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day-dreaming « open

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Xerena had been thankful the year had started at Hogwarts. Fall was a dreadful season, it was a whisper of the coming season of death, however the beginning of fall was always Xerena’s favourite time of year. Not too warm, not too cool, just right for her. Just cool enough for sweaters and scarves, just warm enough to forgo coats and gloves. 

She found herself, as always, studying outside in the courtyard. She loved the courtyard, truly. With her charms book in hand she found herself drowning in the words on the pages, people passing by as blurs in her peripherals. It was an expected reaction, then, when the wind decided to pick up and another’s scarf flew right into her face, knocking her from her world of knowledge and back into the present.

She flailed a bit, trying to get the scarf out of her face, huffing as she scrambled about, looking like a complete fool. Once she finally had the scarf in a bald up bundle, she looked around with a scowled, trying to find the owner of this most obtrusive scarf.

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he sits on a bench in the courtyard, a wizarding law book in hand. but his eyes are unfocused, as they dart around from person to person, watching them closely as they go by.

“oh no,” he mouths to himself, tracking the scarf as it flew directly into the face of a foreign girl, someone he’s never met despite having spent almost seven years in hogwarts.

he wasn’t too much of an outgoing social butterfly after all

shutting his book hurriedly, he gets up to approach the victim of his scarf and nature. “what am i going to say what am i going to say what am i going to say,” he berates himself for failing to wrap his scarf around him a little bit tighter. human interaction wasn’t a fear for him, but he’d rather avoid it, especially with people he didn’t know.

“i’m so sorry,” he extends his hands, hoping to get his scarf back, “the wind’s not really being nice to me today.”