Savannah Wilkinson

Transfer from Ilvermourney. Slytherin. Seventh year. Pureblood

[savannah-wilkinson]

omnia-vcnitas‌:

WHO: Emma Vanity and @savannah-wilkinson WHEN: Saturday, March 18th, 1978. WHERE: The Room of Requirement.

Something weird had started bubbling up in her emotions after she finished her first glass of Firewhiskey. Emma couldn’t quite place it. Familiar yet also not, confusing yet also providing the feeling of all being right in the world. When her eyes found Savannah Wilkinson, standing on the other side of the room, suddenly — she just knew. Crossing the room in seconds to get to her, Emma was out of breath, though not from the walk. “Savannah,” She managed to get out, her eyes lighting up when she finally faced the other girl. “I know this is quite forward, but Merlin’s tits, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I think I might be in love with you.” 

Savannah glanced down at the drink in her hand, swirling it’s contents and giving it another sniff. It smelled strange for something that was supposed to be fruit punch, though she couldn’t quite place what it was she smelled. It was fragrant in a familiar, yet unexpected way, and Savannah shook her head figuring someone’s cologne was just a bit too strong and playing tricks with her sense of smell. Taking another sip she was certain it wasn’t alcoholic even if she felt rather funny inside. Sort of giddy and light in a way she hadn’t felt in quite some time now. Her stomach had butterflies that only seemed to flutter more wildly at the sound of her name spoken in the most beautiful way.

“Emma.” She breathed, turning to face her lovely roommate, both relieved and all the more anxious to have run into her. Her compliment was unexpected but touched Savannah in a way so few compliments ever had. “Me?” She asked, her hand lifting to her heart. “That is some compliment comin’ from you, Emma, you’re- well you’re just about the prettiest person I’ve ever met.” 

[savannah-wilkinson]

skeetering-beetle‌:

Rita crossed her arms as she looked Savannah up and down - the American clearly had no idea how to craft an interesting story. “A direct quote is not opinion, Savannah.” She raises a brow - was the blonde really threatening her? “What you said was your opinion. I present it, and then give my loyal readers my thoughts. That’s journalism.” 

Journalism. Savannah frowned at the word. Now she wholeheartedly supported the freedom of the press, but she had yet to meet a journalist with even a shred the integrity they claimed to have. How many times had her family been horribly misrepresented in the papers whether it be in their favor or not? Savannah Wilkinson never read a single news story without a grain of salt and the expectation that most of it was exaggeration at best. “It well may be, but that doesn’t make it honest now does it?” She countered, glancing up from her textbook with a raised brow. “And in determining such things, well, that’s where opinions matter much less than fact, wouldn’t you say?” 

[savannah-wilkinson]

hitwizardpennington‌:

Archie couldn’t help the relief that his lack of manners hadn’t been enough to make Savannah doubt the truth of his words. “I do know him. Jefferson and I have worked together in the past. And while it wasn’t the sole reason for my appearance in Hogwarts,” he paused to glance around before adding in a quieter voice, “your uncle did request that I look after you and your brother, and that was a significant reason for my posting.” There were other reasons, of course, but the Wilkinson family as a whole had been looking for someone to keep an eye on the children, and Archie was a good fit. “I’m happy to finally make your acquaintance. I’ve heard a lot about you from your uncle. Are you on your way to another class? Obviously I don’t want to keep you from your education, but I was hoping to chat about the state of affairs sometime sooner rather than later.” 

Savannah was just about ready to cry from the sheer relief she felt at this stranger’s presence. It was as if the weight of worry she’d carried for the entirety of her time at Hogwarts had been lifted from her shoulders if only for a moment. No longer would she be solely responsible for Beau’s safety as well as her own, now able to share that burden with someone much more capable and and practiced. A professional. Bless his heart, her Uncle Jeff had sent her a true professional. “I’m so grateful, Mr. Pennington, I really am.” Savannah said sincerely, though she wasn’t as easy of a sell as she might have looked. While deep down in her heart she wanted to believe this man was truly there to help her, she would write to her uncle first and make sure he really had sent a man by the name of Pennington to Hogwarts to keep an eye out for her and Beau before fully putting her trust in him.

“I was just about to head to the library, I have some free time before my next class, actually.” Savannah said with a gesture in the direction she had intended walking. “I’d be happy to speak with you about the state of affairs now if you’d like.” 

[savannah-wilkinson]

forgottenandromeda‌:

Even as she nodded with true excitement at the thought of visiting Savannah, Andie knew it was too good to be true. Her father would never let her go to America, to visit someone like Savannah. She’d be surprised if he let her out of the house at all when they went back home. She’d be in the manor until it was time to be married. But the idea of visiting Savannah was such a lovely one that she couldn’t help but entertain it, if only for a few minutes. “I’d love that. I’m sure you’ll be an excellent guide too. I wish I could do the same here but I don’t know any Muggle places.” Ted would, and that gave rise to another beautiful thought of Ted showing both of them around. Another beautiful, impossible thought.

“It feels like heaven too,” she said quietly. “There’s really nothing like it. I always felt so much pressure - well, maybe not always. But as I got older, the pressure got worse and worse and that was the only thing that ever helped, really. If I could do it without getting caught here, I probably would as well. But I know someone would spot me if I just started running about like a mad woman. But I have Quidditch here, and that’s as good.” 

A lack of no-maj knowledge was not enough to stop Savannah Wilkinson now that a plan was already forming in her mind and she simply shrugged at Andromeda’s admission. “So we’ll discover them together then.” She said easily, grinning at the thought of the two of them exploring the no-maj parts of London, disguised in no-maj clothing and looking like a pair of proper tourists.

If there was one thing Savannah could relate to, however, it was the ever-mounting pressure placed on her as she grew older and just how important it was to have some sort of outlet if only to keep her sanity. Savannah found her escape in music, something that could still be read as dignified despite her music selections and in some cases her choice of instrument. Stumbling upon a witch and her fiddle was much less startling than seeing one dashing across the lawn- though the mental image did bring a smile to Savannah’s face. “I suppose Hogwarts has some sort of rule in regards to running around like a mad women then?” She teased lightly. “The rush from Quidditch would be comparable, I’d imagine?” 

[savannah-wilkinson]

forgottenandromeda‌:

“I never - I grew up with them,” she said hesitantly. Even with Ted, Andie had never been able to truly explain how complicated and difficult this was for her. Sometimes she felt guilty trying to tell him anyway, because he faced so much more serious consequences than she did. But she wanted someone to understand, or at least to hear it from her. “I didn’t realize … it’s just how our family is. Our parents taught us we were better than everyone and I didn’t question it. But then I came to school and it wasn’t true and there was Ted - from the beginning, he’s been my best friend, I think. Aside from my sisters. And I didn’t understand how my parents could think there was anything wrong with him. But I just - we had ways of doing things. I didn’t really question it.”

Until the betrothal to Mulciber, she truly hadn’t questioned her family or ever entertained the faintest thought of leaving them. “I thought they loved me but … I knew our father didn’t after that. And it was clear Mother didn’t either, because she didn’t show any interest in helping me but … I thought my sisters …” She shrugged unhappily, dropping her eyes for a minute. “I would do anything for them. Anything. And I thought they would do the same but now - they both expect me just to marry Joseph Mulciber and I know if I do that, I’m going to lose myself. I can’t - I  can’t and they just … I don’t understand how they can expect that of me and still say they love me.” 

“Blind obedience is a dangerous thing.” Savannah mused, shaking her head at the lessons passed amongst the Sacred 28. She’d heard it all before; how wizard-kind was somehow better than their no-maj counterparts. And she’d seen it all as well; the prejudice the pureblood community could show to those they deemed of lesser blood-status than themselves. It was more of a rarity in her home country, as their history was much more forgiving if not celebratory of those of all blood-statuses, but even she would readily recognize some of the prejudice even their congressional and judicial systems showed toward their no-maj countrymen in even recent history. “I think it shows a strong will and sense of self that you can look back on it all and question everything you’ve ever known. Perhaps that won’t change anything you see, but a change of what you feel inside? Well, that’s just about the biggest step anyone can take.”

Savannah couldn’t imagine how alone she would feel if she put herself in Andromeda’s shoes, her heart aching at the thought of having no one to turn to but a perfectly good stranger in a moment so special as this- unable to voice any of what she was feeling to those she loved most in the world. “Forgive me for sayin’ it, but that doesn’t sound like love at all.” Savannah said gently, her hand once again reaching to cover Andromeda’s. Though she hardly knew all of the details and circumstances aside from what Andromeda was telling her, Savannah’s gut told her that Andromeda’s situation was far from acceptable, and if no one else would tell her so, then Savannah would risk it. “If I can sit here as a perfectly good stranger and see how scared you are to marry that boy, and how in love you are with another, and my heart is bleeding for you- well then, I don’t think it’s askin’ a whole lot for your family to feel for you too.” 

[savannah-wilkinson]

pinkyparkinson‌:

Pinky’s smile softened. Savannah Wilkinson really was a very nice girl. She hoped that when all of this matchmaking business was said and done, she and Savannah could maybe become friends. After this exchange, it was more than obvious to Pinky that Savannah felt something in regards to Alexei. Even with that being the case, there she was, trying to offer helpful assurance so that Pinky and Alexei could thrive as a couple. Lucky for Savannah, there was little chance of that ever happening, not when this was so much more interesting. 

“It wouldn’t be rude.” Pinky murmured, tilting her head forward to indicate that it was alright for Savannah to say whatever it was that she had in mind. She clasped her hands together, lacing her fingers through one another. She wasn’t sure what advice Savannah was to offer, but as she listened, the smile resting on her face widened. Alexei was just a person, and a very nice one at that. It was good that Savannah recognized that. 

“I appreciate that, Savannah.” She responded kindly. She leaned forward to place a gentle hand against her arm. “I’ll keep that in mind next time I talk to him, I promise.” After this enlightening conversation, Pinky was sure that she had done what she had came to do. Best to not keep this up for too long, lest Savannah sniff out anything unusual. “I think I’m going to go now, but thank you for this.” She smiled brightly. “I feel a lot better after this.” She pushed herself up from her seat, and set her eyes on someone else to talk to. With one last smile in Savannah’s direction, she headed off. 

[savannah-wilkinson]

beauwilkinson‌:

Beau laughed. “Well then consider yourself welcome.” Did she really think that he cared whether or not he was grounded for the rest of the summer? If it meant that he didn’t have to return to England than it was definitely a risk that he was willing to take. Only one of them had ever been scared of being grounded, and it had certainly never been Beau. He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his pants. He wanted to yell at her some more, tell her how much he hated her right now. But… he glanced around. People were starting to look in their direction, and ever afraid of being the center of attention, Beau wanted to get away. 

“You don’t seem like someone who doesn’t mind.” He snapped. “But if you say so.” He sneered, taking a step back. “Then fine, I will.” And with that, Beau was finished with this argument. He glared at her one more time, before spinning on his heels and stalking away. 

Savannah refrained from responding to Beau’s parting words, her lips pursed together so tightly she was sure they were hardly visible. Still, that was better than letting her brother see the way her lips trembled or tears stung in the back of her eyes. She hated fighting with him more than anything, especially here, where she already felt so alone. But his safety meant more to her than anything else and if he wanted to hate her for tattling on him, she would live with his anger for as long as he held it against her. It would be better than the alternative, surely.

Once Savannah was sure he’d put enough distance between them, she spun on her own heel and let her head dip as the corner of her lips pulled down sharply and she did her best to sniff the tears away. There were too many students watching for her reaction now, and Savannah refused to be a subject of their gossip or their entertainment any longer. She marched in the opposite direction of her brother, searching for an empty cot, preferably for one facing a wall where she might find a bit of privacy in the room full of students. 

[savannah-wilkinson]

edgxrbxnxs‌:

Edgar was vividly aware that Savannah’s hand was next to his, open for the taking. He should grab it, he told himself. Do something— anything, to get this date back on track. He felt like he was watching himself from underwater, unable to do anything, and if he tried, he would only drown. He clenched his jaw tightly, taking great care to look at anything but her. Savannah was a smart girl, and she had definitely noticed that something was off with Edgar. He couldn’t bare to see it in her eyes. He thought about her hand again, wishing that he could be brave enough to reach for it. When had he ever been scared of something as easy as holding a pretty girl’s hand?

Edgar grimaced as he rounded the corner towards the kitchens. “I—” He didn’t know how to respond to that. “I don’t have a lot of dates.” He’d only ever had two girlfriends, but from the way he was acting, it was like he never had any. How could he explain to her what was really going on? He could hear a voice in the back of his head saying that it would be easy enough, that she would probably understand. That was likely the truth. Savannah was kind, and understanding, and he sincerely doubted that she would begrudge him for feeling this way. And yet, like always, the thought of voicing anything like that made him want to shrivel away even more than he already had. 

Still, this couldn’t go on further, could it? Edgar took a deep breath, and pulled at his tie again. He couldn’t think of anything to say, but it wasn’t like they could keep walking in silence, right? So, without thinking, he said the first thing that came to mind. “So, er—- you’re friends with Ludo, aren’t you?” 

I don’t have a lot of dates. Savannah suddenly felt terrible for the comment. It had come from a place of wounded pride and an assumption made out of insecurity. She had gotten it all wrong, assuming Edgar Bones didn’t care at all when the very opposite might be true. No wonder he seemed so detached, perhaps it was nerves? Her cheeks burned and she wanted to kick herself for being so insensitive. “I’m sorry- I shouldn’t have said that, I just-“ Her sentence hung unfinished in the air as she struggled to find the right words that might put him at ease. “You’re right. It’s just, a normal day I suppose.”

Savannah sucked in a deep breath, held it for a moment, and let it out slowly to calm her own anxieties as they continued walking, the awkward silence hanging heavy between them. This time, she made no effort to fill it, already sick of the taste of her foot in her mouth. What was wrong with her? For months Savannah had wanted to blame cultural differences on the difficulties she had connecting to her peers at Hogwarts, but the longer these misunderstandings carried on, the less she was sure simple differences were to blame.

The mention of Ludovic Bagman had her sighing in relief as they finally managed a line of conversation that could hardly be offensive. “Yes! Ludo! We are friends, good friends in fact. He’s- he’s one of the best friends I’ve made at Hogwarts this year.” Savannah replied. 

[savannah-wilkinson]

edgxrbxnxs‌:

Edgar broke into a smile. “I was horrid, but thank you for trying to assure me otherwise.” He decided then that this had been a good thing— coming to talk to Savannah Wilkinson. His chest already felt lighter, now that he was finished carrying around a yet-to-be-offered apology on his shoulders. He would have to go and find Gabrielle, to tell her about this. Merlin knew she’d listened to him bemoan about this more than enough in the last few months. Edgar’s smile widened when Savannah lightly pushed him with her elbow. Suddenly, like all of the times before that horrible, awful date, he found it easy to talk to her again. 

“I admit defeat.” He said, holding both hands up in supplication. “Not very easy for me to do. I’ve been known to drag debates on far beyond their expiration dates.” He ran a hand through his hair, and then cocked his head back towards the rest of the Great Hall. “I suppose I ought to get back to patrolling. Thank you Savannah…” He trailed off, gathering his thoughts. “…for hearing me out, and for understanding, I suppose.” It was then that he recalled the forlorn look on her face when he had approached. “And, y’know—” He waved his hand around, “—if you ever want to talk, or anything like that, you know where to find me.” 

“Well then, I humbly accept my victory.” Savannah teased lightly, reminded of all the other easy conversations she had shared with Edgar Bones before that awful date. She wondered where his confidence and easy humor had gone that night and if she really had no part in making him so anxious. But all of that seemed to be behind them now, and Savannah had so many more pressing matters to think about that she preferred not to dwell on this any longer. Edgar Bones and Gabrielle Bellamy were happy together, and Savannah Wilkinson was happy for them. She supposed that was all there was to it.

For a moment, Savannah felt a lingering sense of awkwardness between them as she wondered what else they might talk about now that they had acknowledged the last remaining bad feelings between them. Mercifully, Edgar had no plans to stay and Savannah nodded. “Of course. And thank you for your explanation.” She said sincerely, her hand lifting to cover her heart for a moment before dropping back to her lap, her fingers lacing together. His offer to listen should she need to talk to someone was kind even if Savannah had no intention of taking him up on it. “Thanks, Edgar. Good luck on your patrol.” 

[savannah-wilkinson]

pandora-clarke‌:

Pandora tilted her head. Had she forgotten to introduce herself? Did she even know the other girls name? She didn’t think so, which bothered her. Telling by her robes the girl was a Slytherin, but that didn’t mean they shouldn’t know each other and couldn’t be friends. She herself had plenty of friends in Slytherin already and was always looking to make more. She wondered if the girl was a sixth-year or simply new. Those were the only two reasons she could think of for her not recognizing who she was. Usually she tried to take note of who she had classes with, which over the years ended up being most people in her year. Certainly the other girl would have stood out, considering she had an accent that she placed as American. She wasn’t an expert, but she believed it to be Southern American. 

“I don’t think I said it. That’s why.” She was blunt, though she tried not to be excessively rude. Though her mind was currently distracted by who the other girl was and how she hadn’t met her yet to worry about niceties. Or had she heard the accent before? Perhaps from a Gryffindor, male. Yes, that was where she had heard it. Maybe they were siblings or cousins, certainly related in some way. She didn’t want to make assumptions though. “Pandora Clarke.” She smiled. Looking at the girl expectantly to give her name but not exactly saying it. Pandora automatically expected it, seeing how she’d been the one to point out that they hadn’t introduced each other.  

Savannah returned the girl’s smile easily. “It’s very nice to meet you, Pandora Clarke. I’m Savannah Wilkinson.” Introductions were a familiar routine, one that Savannah had mastered back home ages ago but found new practice near everyday in her time at Hogwarts. She supposed if her time here had been good for anything, it was practice in learning names and faces  after spending so many years knowing just about everyone already.

“Do you think your cat is going to be alright?” She asked, her smile waning as her concern suddenly grew. “He’s not going to get lost around here, is he?” The castle was big enough to be confusing, but the enchantments that shroud it’s architecture in mystery only added to the difficulty in navigating it’s ever-changing corridors. Savannah wondered if animals found it as confusing as students did or if they had some sort of intuition that allowed them to more easily find their way.  

[savannah-wilkinson]

andrei-draganov‌:

Andrei sighed, making his way towards the wall closest to him and leaning against it. Crossing his arms as he listened to the girl speak. None of what she said particularly surprised him, if anything it was exactly what he had expected from her. He still did his best to at least pretend to be surprised. The boy knew that he had to be careful though, she wasn’t stupid nor was she skittish like Ivers and Reyes who had saved him. She was more fiery like Jones had been, like the members of his house had been since the incident. Though he couldn’t really say since the incident, as his housemates had never been particularly welcoming towards him. At least not since first year. It wasn’t as if he was complaining about that, as he quite preferred to be distant with them. Though there was certainly a difference between distant and shunned. 

He wondered how to go about the conversation. Being blunt would most likely be best, beating around the bush certainly wasn’t her style. It was obvious that any sort of teasing wasn’t going to work or affect her, so he wouldn’t bother with it. “Do you always believe everything you hear?” He questioned, not missing a beat before he continued. “Don’t you find it odd that my sister wasn’t attacked? Why is that you suppose? Maybe it’s because I shouldn’t have been attacked. Perhaps I simply got in her way of getting Zelda, or she assumed that some of my families belief were the same of my own.” He furrowed his eyebrows, doing his best to look deeply hurt by what he was saying. “It’s bad enough I’ve been an outsider in my own house for years, now the entire school seems hell bent on shutting me out for something that wasn’t my fault.”  

Do you always believe everything you hear? The question left a sour taste on Savannah’s tongue and a feeling in her chest like her heart was sinking. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time she’d made a fool of herself assuming the worst of a fellow student based on nothing but rumor and gossip. No. She shook the thought away quickly. This was different, this boy supported the man who would have her family killed and had done nothing to hide his allegiance after the attacks on Valentine’s Day. This was not the same as Alexei Krum’s trial misrepresented in the papers back home. And yet, the seeds of doubt had been planted in Savannah’s heart, and as much as she wanted to protest Andrei’s lies, she struggled to find the words.

“Wasn’t your fault-“ Savannah spluttered, emotion leaking into her own words. “No, no that is not what I’m talkin’ about.” Her anger flaring once more, Savannah shook her head and stepped closer, lifting an accusatory finger in his direction. “Don’t you find it odd that the only person saying anything about your supposed heroic deeds is you?” Though her words were not as biting as they might have been before, now sounding more like an honest question. 

[savannah-wilkinson]

hitwizardpennington‌:

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” He ran a hand through his hair with a sheepish smile; it had been a long time since he’d heard a familiar accent as well, though that was by his choice, and he’d been a little over-eager to talk to her. Which was partly due to the promises he’d make to check on her and Beau. “I’m Archie Pennington, I’ve worked with your uncle before. I knew from him that you and your brother had been sent here and thought I’d see if I could connect with you. I’m here to assist the Aurors but it’s nice for me to talk with a fellow American as well.” 

As the details of their mutual connection were revealed, Savannah felt her eyes widen in surprise. “You know my Uncle Jeff?” She asked, her excitement evident. “Sorry, I mean, Jefferson Wilkinson. Did he send you?” Savannah could just about cry hearing her uncle’s name spoken aloud for the first time in months. The familiar pang of homesickness practically hurt and Savannah’s hand lifted to cover her heart. She’d kept in touch with nearly all of her friends and family back home over the course of the school year but the notion that one of them might have taken action to make sure she was safe was a touching thought. “You have no idea how happy I am to see you, Mr. Pennington.” 

[savannah-wilkinson]

forgottenandromeda‌:

“I haven’t seen very much of it either. My parents never wanted to go to Muggle London, and so we just went to Diagon Alley, really. Or other boutiques.” She thought Cissa might go to the Muggle areas of Paris though, but Andie was usually in enough trouble without doing something like that. “I’d like to see more of Muggle cities, I think. I like hearing stories about them.” She wouldn’t ever want to give up magic, but Muggles were fascinating as well. It was interesting how much she had in common with Savannah - that only made her feel worse for being so unkind to her in the past. They could have been friends. 

“My mother always thought I was too old for that but she spent most of her time with Cissa, and Father was focused on Bella. I fell between the cracks a lot. I didn’t mind though. I liked having my freedom.” She bit her lip, glancing around the room before confessing, “I climb it at least once a week when I’m home. If I want to get outside without anyone knowing, it’s the easiest way.” That was hardly something to worry about now, but she still didn’t want anyone to hear her talking about it. “I can climb down it and then no one sees me, unless they’re in the back part of the house. So I just take off running and it’s almost like I’m on my broomstick again and I can outrace my problems.” 

“Well that settles it then.” Savannah said brightly, straightening in her seat and nodding once as if all was decided. “You’ll have to come visit over the summer and I’ll take you to my favorites. New York, of course, but Savannah, too. We can explore the no-maj parts of the city together and I’ll show you the best of our side as well.” The prospect of showing a new friend around did well to brighten Savannah’s spirits and she already had a list of ideas on where she would take Andromeda first.

The notion of falling through the cracks was a foreign one to Savannah Wilkinson. Her whole life she’d been the center of her parents’ attention, the star student when it came to their teachings. And even if Beau did not live up to the expectations their parents had for them as wholeheartedly or as successfully as Savannah did, he was far from ignored. Perhaps excused was a better way to put it, as he was always granted just a bit more freedom than Savannah. Still, Savannah could easily imagine the feeling of freedom Andromeda found sneaking out of the house in a way that reminded Savannah of some of her favorite novels. “That sounds like Heaven.” She sighed wistfully, imagining the bright sunshine, the warm air, and the cool green grass back home and what she wouldn’t do to race through her own backyard just about now.  

[savannah-wilkinson]

forgottenandromeda‌:

A little laugh burst out at the way Savannah phrased it - in some pickle. She wasn’t wrong, of course, although it wasn’t of Andie’s making. But her laughter didn’t last long. The only time she’d come close to telling anyone how much she cared about Ted had been with Bellatrix at the Christmas ball, and that had gone so poorly. Father had been furious over the duel. Even Cissa wasn’t going to be supportive of this. “My sister made me promise never to see him again when she caught us together,” Andie said quietly. “My father made it very clear that Muggleborn students are beneath us - I don’t feel that way,” she added quickly. “It’s just what Father believes. But if I let a hint that I loved Ted, he - he would be in more danger than he already is.”

She laughed again, trying not to get caught up in the thoughts of what could happen. “Shame on them, I like that. I never had a choice though. Father arranged the marriage with the Mulcibers and … I was just informed of it. And now the only choice I have is going to break my heart, no matter what I do. I’ll be losing someone either way and hurting them. I can’t win.” 

Savannah simply nodded at Andromeda’s explanation, having nothing more to offer than a sympathetic ear and the promise of keeping the details of their conversation to herself. If Andromeda’s family truly felt so strongly about No-maj students, it was no wonder Andromeda was keeping Ted a closely guarded secret. In a way, Savannah found her extremely brave for following her heart despite her family’s wishes, no matter how prejudiced they might be.

Despite the sadness Savannah felt for Andromeda Black, she couldn’t help a small smile at the other girl’s laugh. “It feels good, doesn’t it?” She asked, fighting a grin. “Like wipin’ your hands clean of someone else’s wrongdoin’?” Apparently the saying wasn’t as common here, and Savannah was glad to pass on a phrase that made her housemate smile. Her own smile, however, waned at the mention of the arranged marriage. “That’s not right.” She said softly, though firmly. “It’s not fair of them to do that to you.” 

[savannah-wilkinson]

skeetering-beetle‌:

“You said it out loud, loud enough for people to hear and it’s been confirmed by at least three and a half witnesses. That makes it true.” Rita shrugged, no longer caring to speak to the person in front of her. “You can’t get mad at me for writing about the truth.” 

“The truth” Savannah repeated under her breath with a huff of laughter, overhearing Rita’s conversation. “Careful, Rita. Opinion is not the same as fact, and representing it as such very well might constitute libel.” Savannah warned, flipping through the pages of her Transfiguration textbook.  

[savannah-wilkinson]

andrei-draganov‌:

He nodded, accepting her answer and not pushing the question. Though he was sure that if he were someone else asking about her opinion on him, she would surely have something more to say. Then again, a majority of the school probably had a lot to say about him now. And while he wasn’t shy, nor did he mind attention, he did not enjoy the reason for the attention at the moment. Though she was stubborn, he wasn’t about to give up on his clue less act. “Yes well, I barely even know who you are so I’d love to know what I’ve done to piss you off so much.” He chuckled. Sure she wasn’t the only one he’d pissed off, though she didn’t try to hide it as some other had. And he would be sure to get around to the rest of them at some point. Savannah just caught his interest first due to her special circumstances. 

“See, that’s where I think you may be wrong.” Andrei shook his head. He only said so because he could tell he was getting a rise out of her. Just a bit more and she may actually begin talking. Either that or she would hex him, either would be fine as he would actually be able to defend himself this time. “I think we could have a lot to discuss, you just actually have to talk to me.” He laughed, smiling at her. It was odd, he’d never smiled so much before his attack. But it wasn’t because he was happy, it was simply because it often got him out of trouble and made him appear nice.  

I barely even know who you are. Savannah felt her anger flare at the words, unsure if he was trying to trick her or if he really didn’t know what sort of cause he was supporting, and she wasn’t quite sure which would make her angrier. And then he had the nerve to contradict her all with a smile on his face. Savannah had half a mind to draw her wand and hex him on the spot, but that was hardly her style. If he wanted to talk she’d oblige, though she was sure he’d only come to regret his request. “And what would you like to talk about- Andrei, isn’t it?” Savannah replied icily.

“How about politics?” She offered, not waiting for him to answer her question. “You wouldn’t know this about me, since you don’t know who I am, but it’s one of my favorite topics of discussion.” Her eyes narrowed and she watched him carefully for signs of dishonesty or perhaps regret at pushing her to talk. “I hear you support a man who’d love to see my family dead.” Savannah’s tone was cold as she didn’t bother to pull her punches. “So I’ll ask you this, do you still reckon we have much to discuss?” 

[savannah-wilkinson]

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Compliments were not something Pandora received very often. At least not compliments towards her looks, such things usually reserved for just her grades or ideas. So hearing someone call her pretty was nice. Especially coming from someone who was much prettier then she was. That wasn’t to say she had low self-esteem, she just didn’t think much about her looks in general. Which also meant that she usually didn’t care much about what people thought of her. It was an unnecessary stress that the girl just didn’t feel the need to bother with. It was nice to hear though, distracting her towards nearly completely forgetting about her cat that was currently running rampant around the castle. 

“Oh thank you!” She smiled, a faint blush feigning her cheeks. “I wouldn’t call myself  clumsy per-say, but I’m certainly not the most graceful.” Pandora chuckled. The small compliment had put her in a rather light-hearted mood. Something that was much needed when she had previously been rather distressed over Nubs. She found herself appreciative, as it would surely make the search for her cat much easier. “Though I suppose you can judge for yourself sometime, if you’d like?” 

The girl’s small blush was not lost on Savannah Wilkinson, and her heart warmed at the sight. Obviously her compliment had meant something to her, and it felt nice to connect with someone in this way for a change. Though Savannah supposed she’d had a much easier time charming the Ravenclaws than the Slytherins, and yet again lamented her sorting. “I’ll take your word for it.” She said kindly before realizing she’d forgotten her manners.

“I’m so sorry, I don’t think I caught your name.” Savannah said with a shake of her head, wondering when the last time she’d forgotten to ask for such an important detail was. Sure she had been mixed up in the chaos of the cat running off and her letters scattered across the floor, but that was no excuse to be rude. “I caught Nubs’ name, but I don’t think I caught yours!”