more prick(le) than flower

Eden Rosier, 17, better than you

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paige could have heard a pin drop.

she clutched her useless wand in hand, hoping that in her moment of need, it wouldn’t fail her. for a moment, she could hear her mother and father talking about their own wands as they waited for paige’s to find her. fae’s was applewood; a rare wood that typically went to those well-loved and long-lived, perfect for such a charmer.  then there was xander’s, a beautiful cypress wand that paige had admired since she was a child. “for those who crave a heroic death,” she had been told. then, there was paige’s:  cedar, ten inches, very flexible. 

“you will never fool the cedar carrier,” paige was told. she remembered it now, like a mantra. she would not be foolish enough to get herself killed tonight. brow orbs widened at the sound of eden’s voice, and for once, she shushed the boy, putting a finger to her lips. 

“keep quiet, eden,” she instructed, tone more harsh than she had ever used with him. she stayed back against the wall, pressed into the shadows. “where have you been? there’s been an attack, upstairs. i’m going to my room to get some potions, there may be people hurt,” she explained, sounding much more noble than she ever thought she could. with no idea how many death eaters were out or what they were doing, she was preparing for the worst.

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“An a-- an attack?” the young man doubled back, lowering his voice as instructed. Ordered felt more like it, and while some part of him got majorly offended, what little common sense he had reckoned Paige Lennox daring to shush him had to mean impending doom. “An attack of what?” Raziela must have let a troll in, or some other creature. Knowing her she could have gotten a dementor, for all he knew. His cousin was resourceful that way.

“I was in your room. Partly. I mean for a while. I’ve been with Bea.” And they had had a great time, Eden almost forgetting something was supposed to happen. The drift between both atmospheres felt like he had been sent to a parallel universe where he spent time with Paige Lennox for fun instead. Not that he’d say no if she offered. “Do you want me to come with you? And you know I’m just saying, a disillusionment charm would do you some good. Shadows aren’t enough and your face is shiny.”

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after her parents had allowed paige to attend hogwarts this term, they each took her to the side at different points, each bestowing their worries and wisdom the only way they knew how. 

xander had asked her to meet in his lab, where he spent one afternoon teaching her how to make a variety of healing potions (”in case you ever need them, but they’re also more convenient than going to the hospital wing each time you get a bump or scratch”). 

fae, on the other hand, woke her daughter up at the crack of dawn and took her down to the courtyard. she brandished her wand–the same wand that she had used to win duel after duel when she attended hogwarts, in fact–and explained a simple lesson to her:  “you are not a fighter, paige.” the words had stung, for a moment. but she was right. walking around in a large circle, fae instructed her what to do in case of an attack. 

“run,” she said, “run as fast as you can. take no shame in it, and do not try to be a hero. if you can’t run, then hide. tuck yourself away somewhere with as few entrances as possible. then, and only then, if you’re faced with no other option, you fight. do you understand me?” 

“yes, mother.”

“good, then let’s practice. there’s a spell i used to use in duels…”

at first, paige just heard screams. she was on her way back from the lavatory, alone. it didn’t take long before she saw people begin pouring out, screaming bloody murder. then, like a memory come to life, she could hear her mother’s voice in her ear: 

“run.”

so she bounded, her feet hitting the ground hard as she ran–not outside, that was far too dangerous without any knowledge of how many there were or even what was happening. she was running against the grain of people, toward the slytherin dungeons, figuring that if she could make it to her dorm and lock herself in, she could start making potions–healing potions as well as poisons or explosives that could be used in defense. she mentally thanked her father for stocking her potions chest.

after a moment, she was in a long, dark, deathly quiet hallway. she stopped running and listened carefully, closing her eyes as she focused. 

footsteps.

“hide.”

she ducked off to the side, sitting in the shadows as she watched, eyes wide, waiting for the footsteps to reveal themselves. holding her breath, the witch dared not make a sound. 

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And so it had begun.

What exactly? Fuck if he knew. Raziela hadn’t told him anything, only that she needed him to provide her with an alibi should she need it -- meaning she would, undoubtedly.

It was one thing covering for your cousin, the one person your age you loved more than any other. It was another story completely to try and find out what it was exactly she had been planning, so when the Gryffindor emerged from a long hour of leisurely time with Beatrice Zabini in the Slytherin quarters, he didn’t know what to make of the commotion he could vaguely hear up above.

He was almost at a run, not wanting to miss the show for anything in the world as it was sure to be good. A little voice in his head told him a disillusionment charm may come in handy, in case he wished to add to the chaos up ahead, and he obeyed gladly. Marching on towards the Great Hall, he figured keeping to the shadows would help keep the charm effective; and this was how he noticed Paige Lennox huddled against the wall, what visible skin she had pale enough to catch his eye.

“What the hell are you doing here?” questioned the one who had less business being around the dungeons than her, forgetting he was currently nearly impossible to see and would, therefore, give Paige the impression of a disembodied voice talking to her. “Is something the matter?”

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“oh. thank you very much.” she said with a sarcastic smile, rolling her eyes slightly at eden. she had no idea how, but somehow the older boy seemed to be under the impression that she genuinely cared about his opinion. honestly, the day margaery rowle cares about the opinion of a gryffindor will be a dark day for everyone. of course, margaery wasn’t dumb. she knew that the mistakes of her father would haunt her and her name for at least as long as she lives, but that didn’t mean she’d act as if she was less than anyone else. because adair had made it perfectly clear that she wasn’t. the blonde laughed slightly and nodded at eden’s proposal. “are there bonus points for getting both a mudblood and a blood traitor in one go?” she asked as she eyed one of the weasley’s walking past them.

He should leave it at that, Eden decided; if he focused on the little game he and Margaery were setting up, he would spend a nice moment in the younger girl’s company. “Of course there are bonus points! Should we target couples as well? Nobody should go around with mudblood saliva on their mouth, no matter how scary they want the holiday to be. Not to mention half-bloods, because everyone thinks they’re sort of safe or we just forget about them, which we shouldn’t. They’re like the worst of both worlds because they think they can sneak past us, you know? And I’m feeling like divine retribution tonight.” Of course, this left them with most of the school as targets, but with a points system they should be able to keep it entertaining.

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Fingers encircled around wrists as Violet walked up to her fellow student, twirling around so that she was face to face with them. She was quite pleased with how her dress twinkled in the light (really the only perk to wearing such a long, useless piece of material - however it was Halloween and she was embracing the truly scary). “You owe me a dance.” she said, backed up by a firm nod. And well, was it true? Maybe. It seemed like most of her friends had ditched her, and the ones she did find didn’t share her want to dance. Maybe the person in front of her didn’t either but the Gryffindor was determined, even if she had to butter them up a little. Letting go of their wrist, she clasped her hands together, almost begging. “Pretty please? With a cherry on top?”

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When he felt someone grabbing him by the wrist, Eden expected to see Raziela, maybe even Margaery. Instead his eyes widened as none other than Violet Longbottom materialised before him, and his knee-jerk reaction was to check all around him for any purebloods he’d have to explain himself to. There were none in their direct vicinity, so he went back to staring at Longbottom like she had grown another head. “I don’t- why would you think-” he managed to stutter before the teenage boy he was took a look at her. He wasn’t to used to inspecting the young woman’s looks, because why would he ever, so it felt like discovering her for the first time -- and she was gorgeous. Something he hadn’t planned on saying out loud, mind you, but alas -- “you look pretty- nice, pretty nice. I mean, I mean of course that’s not as cool as dressing up as a deity, but I suppose- at least it’s not some reference to some, to some- you know?”

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beatrice-zabini:

“You flatter me, darling dearest.” She softly laughed before playing with the hair on the back on his neck. Part of her heart melted when he slid his hand back, any other guy would have grabbed the flask; even if it meant leaving her fall. “Good to know,” Bea grinned at him before tightening her grip on him. “A bath? You sure do know the way to my heart,” for as long as Beatrice and Eden had had the relationship they did, having a bath had always been a huge part of it. Whenever one or the other was feeling particularly down, a warm bath and a smoke had been a cure all. “Lets just head back to my dorm, hey? We can smoke in there, Dom and Paigey won’t be back til much later from the looks of things, we may as well make the most of the empty dorm, you know that shit rarely happens for me.” She laughed softly, adjusting slightly so she could lean forward and around enough to place a soft, red kiss on his lips. 

“I only speak the truth.” If he was honest with himself, Eden had to give it to Bea: she had been the one to teach him more intricate feelings than friendship and distaste. The tenderness he felt for her wasn’t exactly romantic -- something he could tell with certainty, although he knew just as well that he had never been in love -- yet he couldn’t imagine a day where their relationship would be stripped of its non-platonic edge. That was something he’d have to explain to his future bride once his parents were done deliberating. “Breaking into Slytherin and the girl’s dorm? Disregarding two rules in one go, my kind of play,” he joked, meeting Bea halfway for a kiss. She did spend a lot of time with her dormmates, something that only bothered him when he felt like his own dorm was hell on Earth. “Should I piggyback you all the way to there, or do you feel like using your own legs, beloved?”

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paigelenncx:

when she saw eden for the first time that night, paige had almost forgotten all of his pitfalls as a human being. he looked beautiful, the very structure of his face more handsome than it had been even the day before. when he stood still, he looked like a greek god, wise and strong. that is, until he spoke. the witch felt sultry tonight, though her body was mostly covered by a long, emerald cape. underneath it, though, was a tight leotard that showed off what paige considered to be her best attribute–her legs, long and muscular from years of dance. the mask covering her face gave her confidence; with it on, she didn’t have to be paige lennox, afraid of her own shadow. she could be green arrow, a hero. 

“are you in the business of granting wishes now? that’s very altruistic of you,” paige said, feigning sincerity. across the room, she could spot dominique, engrossed in conversation with someone. the two were a pair, clear as day, but there was always something keeping them apart. she took a glass from the table and took a long drink, “this party has brought me everything i hoped for; i’m satisfied,” she lied.

Green wasn’t very in season, and Paige had enough of it that it must have been significant. Eden had no idea what the young woman was dressed at, except that it wasn’t any deity he could name. Leave it to Paige Lennox to ostracise herself even further by not displaying the same spirit as the other purebloods. One couldn’t say she looked bad, though; actually it was a difficult thing to proclaim on any day, as she looked good generally. She was just.. spark-less.

“I decided I should emulate my mother for one night, see what it’s like, you know.” Oh, how she’d like that. Orcus would be ill-at-ease should his son become like that, but he’d take it in stride. Imagining Raziela’s face was hilarious as long as Eden knew it would never happen. Good April’s Fool joke, though. Paige’s voice didn’t capture the young man’s attention as much as her lie did; he could have let it slide, but he was slightly bored and would take the entertainment. “A heartfelt conversation with me by the drinks table? I could see how that would feature in your dream party,” he taunted, all arched eyebrow and sharp smirk. Nothing in his tone spoke of ill intent, though.

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beatrice-zabini:

“You look gorgeous by the way, King of Mine.” She smirked before resting her head against his shoulder, burying it in the crook of his neck. Beatrice couldn’t help but smile as his arms held onto her legs. “You know me, I always come prepared for a party, upper left thigh,” she told him, telling him the position of the flask that was fastened in a garter belt. “Well, if you want pot I have some of that. And if you’re feeling… something else… then I have an empty dorm room right now.” She teased lightly, eyes darting, making sure she could still see Dom and Paige. “I just wanna forget about the world for a while and I need to do it with the love of my life,” she grinned before kissing the skin of his neck, red lips leaving a mark over his tattoo. 

“Thank you, mea regina. At least I’m good enough to be seen around a beauty such as you.” His left hand slid higher on her leg until he felt the bottom of her flask. Chuckling, Eden put his hand back where it had previously been, favouring keeping Bea balanced over helping himself to whatever she had stuffed in there. “I’m game for all these things,” came his immediate reply. Spending time with the young woman, no matter what their activities were, had to be the most relaxing moments he knew. And if he hadn’t felt like something else already, the kiss Beatrice dropped on his tattoo was enough to put him in the mood. He was a touch-feely kind of person, and one could not give him a little taste without a follow-up. Although by the sound of it, Bea could really use a smoke as well. “I’ll be more than happy to give you everything I have, my dove. Shall we start with a smoke? We could also go and take a bath, unless you want to stay in costume for a little while longer.”

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archibvlds:

eden wasn’t exactly hard to spot from across the room, he was dressed rather elaborately after all. from first glance he’d certainly put more effort into his costume than the blonde had, with the ornate crown on his head to top off the ensemble. that wasn’t particularly hard. he’d only really had to focus about getting a sheet to hang correctly, and there wasn’t like there was much sheet anyway. he did however, enjoy the irony in the fact that they’d, with the exclusion of maggie, all dressed up as gods of some sort. even on halloween they were able to distinguish themselves as superior. plus, considering eden was probably the only male archie could stand at hogwarts, it made spotting him slightly easier, the blonde making his way over to the gryffindor.

“the latter.” he replied simply, still scoffing at the idea that this could even call itself a party. “though as the party favour can only imagine it’ll bring me hives from being so close to a concentrated number of mudbloods.”

Eden let out an amused snort, taking in Archie’s costume. One could spot a pureblood from miles around in the room: the more regal the look, the purer the line and Eden would never be caught dead in a stupid muggle costume. He laughed as he noticed a little something on his friend’s hand, tapping it with a bony finger. “I see we got the same kind of accessories,” he pointed out, wiggling the fingers on which stood representations of godly faces. This was why he and the older Rowle child were such good friends: great tastes made great mates.

“I know, right?” he agreed, eyes widening a bit. “I’m desperately trying to find a way to entertain myself before the world ends but it seems luck isn’t on my side. Unless you have some time to spend with me? Seeing as I’m pure as the first snow.”

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mcrgcery:

margaery looked the boy next to her up and down, admiring his costume. despite despising dressing up in general, she had to admit that eden’s costume was beautiful. and she supposed that if she had to dress up as something, she too would’ve chosen a god. it was the only thing from muggle culture worth imitating, other than that she’d probably choose a historical witch    pureblood of course. “as much as i hate to say it, i think you’re right.” she said with a sigh. the blonde raised an eyebrow at the older boy as a smirk appeared on her face. “now we’re talking, rosier. maybe even throw a subtle jinx their way. not that anyone would notice either way, considering the drunken stupor most of them are in.” 

“Well aren’t you just charming,” Eden snorted half in amusement, half in annoyance. He felt a certain sense of duty and attachment to the younger girl because he had seen her grow up, as he had so many other purebloods, but Merlin how irritating she could be! She seemed to be under the impression that she was higher on the shelf than Eden, when her father had put such a stain on her family name it’d take three more generations -- at least -- to clear it up. While the Rosier name only had Minthe to wince about, something Eden loathed to admit, but he wasn’t blind to the looks uptight purebloods gave his mother. The downturn of his mouth disappeared in favour of a wicked grin as his eyes scanned the crowd. “We could make a game of it. The further they are and the more inconspicuous the jinx, the more points we score.”

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Beatrice let out a wicked grin as she chased up Eden Rosier, finding the boy before throwing her drunken self onto his back; knee high clad legs wrapping around his waist. The two of them having not planned to go as Pluto and Persphone, but ended up in a couple costume anyway; neither knowing the other’s plan. With a drunken giggle, she moved to whisper in his ear “cigarette time? Because baby boy, I could really use one right now. I’ll even let you steal one of mine,” she kissed his temple before tightening her grip around him. In reality, Bea’s life was kind of falling to shreds. Her father had forgotten her birthday, he was out for a meeting with someone he didn’t even bother to mention the names of; not to mention she hadn’t seen him since. She had spent the day alone in bed, wishing that she could be enough.

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Eden had been a mere second away from yelling at whomever thought a costume like his was the kind to be climbed on. Luckily his body seemed to recognise the intruder on its own, as his hands moved up to the legs circling his waist to add support. Almost immediately, Beatrice’s voice got him out of his funk. He could never be mad at her, his soft spot for the young woman keeping him from refusing her anything -- especially a smoke. “Whenever you wanna go, beloved,” he stayed in character the best he could, thinking of their impromptu couple costume as a sign that they were way above everyone else. “Anything else that might strike your fancy? I don’t need to ask you if you’ve had anything to drink,” he remarked with a smirk.

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“from which stars have fallen to meet each other here?” - friedrich nietzsche

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Dis Pater/Pluto, God of Riches, Ruler of the Underworld -- as seen by Eden Rosier

↳ driftwood bone wreath, garnet ring as red as pomegranate seeds, black silk, chunks of pyrite in hand, silver clasp, toga, fickle mortals and gods around your fingers, clothes peppered with dust and precious stones

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♕, ❃ (eden)

♕ = bowing down before them

Beatrice let out a fit of giggles as Eden Rosier bowed down before her, trust him to go over the top. “Oh shut up, just because I put on a dress and heels doesn’t mean you have to treat me like royalty. I work in a bloody potion shop.” She shook her head before punching his shoulder lightly and moving to take his hand, anxiously lacing her fingers with his. “Careful though, I’ll get used to the royal treatment.” 

❃ = dancing with them 

It was the first time Bea had dragged her friend-with-benefits to a muggle club; a place that Beatrice often frequented when she went back to the muggle world to see previous foster care parents and siblings. There had been drinks consumed and the music was pulsing through her core, she grinned like a wolf at Eden. Turning around as the beat carried her, but she let out a little yelp as she felt someone press against the back of her, almost slapping them before looking up to see his toothy grin. Taking his hands, she placed them on her hips, grinding against him as the multi colored party lights shone over them, hearts beating in time with the remixes. 

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mcrgcery:

of course margaery would rather spend her night with melinoë, but her costume was freaking her out. then there was archie, but that was definitely out of the question as it would without a doubt lead to yet another loud fight. and margaery really didn’t have the energy or patience to go through that right now. and eden wasn’t bad company. there were definitely worse people to spend time with around hogwarts. his costume wasn’t exactly to her liking, but it too was a lot classier and less pathetic than everyone else’s. 

“who knows?” the blonde replied with a small sigh. really, she had no idea why she’d gone to the party in the first place. she hated these kind of events and always wished for them to be over as soon as they’d started, yet here she was. “maybe going here was a desperate attempt to find some entertainment in this wretched place?” she suggested as she gestured to the crowd, which consisted pretty much solely of drunken people in costumes that were, in margaery’s opinion, pathetic.

Ah, that snark. A different setting and Eden would almost feel at home; for now he could only dream of it, watching most of his fellow students wander about as they demolished everything All Hallows’ Eve and Samhain had stood for all these years. Sure, he liked the dressing up part quite enough, but that was because he had the decency not to dress as a muggle fictional character. Roman gods were a much better pick, in his opinion.

Snorting softly, Eden shuffled a little, the toga kept in place by neatly cast charms still worrying him a bit. He had planned on drinking later, but what if his loss of concentration undid the spells? He’d rather not end up in only his underwear by this weather. “Sadly I think this is as good as it will get for us. Can you imagine the fun our parents could be having otherwise?” Not that parties were the first thing on their mind at the moment. “I’m thinking of tripping some of these mudbloods for fun. Blame it on their lame costumes, you know?”

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Eden was pretty confident that he looked good. No questions asked about his face or hair, he knew these two things to be the highlight of his physical appearance. He had pretty nice hands as well, he had been told -- although whether that was simply to get him to use them was a different story. His only doubt regarding his looks tonight was the long toga made of a fabric so dark, it was hard to see the shadows from the many folds of the cloth. It had been a pain to put on correctly, but the glistening fabric was dreamy to wear; now that he had added gemstones from the hem up to his knees, the precious stones twinkling and shining like stars dotting the darkness of a night sky, the Rosier heir knew his choice had been the right one. The elegant crown adorning his head, made of thin wooden pieces, bone-white, contrasted perfectly with his hair and the various trinkets between the branches suggesting even more wealth. He was gorgeous, maybe more tonight than usual; and that said a lot.

“So, what is it you wish this party would bring you?” He turned towards the person at his side as he poured himself a glass of... whatever that was supposed to be. “The means to forget about how dull life is in general? The only wild ride of your entire life? Crippling boredom?”

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albus

it had been ages since paige had last been on an adventure. well, it had really been just last year, running around the halls with dominique to try and uncover some mystery that ended up leading nowhere but the kitchens for some late-night snacks.

she turned over in bed and sighed, looking at the form of her roommate next to her. dominique had been so busy lately that she had hardly any time to hang out, much less go out on a late night romp around campus. closing her eyes, she tried to think of her latest conundrum—the flower on the old scroll. she hadn’t been able to identify it, and the problem was perplexing her into the night.

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