septima vector

the lucky strike

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charityxrose​:

charity enjoyed each of her classes and listened closely to all of her professors, absorbing the information they were teaching. she was always the eager type and as she had gotten older, the quality hadn’t gone away – it was stronger now, if that was possible. today was a little bit different for her, though. her mind drifted a small amount to thoughts of a potion that would cure her aching head and the girl who made said potion. as class let out and charity ran into septima again, she smiled with accompanying dimples. “i’ll take the potion and even give you a few galleons in return to say thank you.” @vectorss​

Septima scoffed and gave her an eyeroll – “Please. If I don’t ask Rita and Freya to pay for every morning they inevitably end up needing it, there’s no way I’d take money off of you.” Septima much preferred making herself useful in the eyes of her fellow Ravenclaws than turning her skills into a chase for profit. “Let’s go – do you have any more classes today?” she inquired as they started walking towards the tower. She was getting more comfortable, although something in her tone still felt off; she was definitely more used to talking to people outside of her circle when she had alcohol in her blood to help smooth things along. @charityxrose​

[vivicnabcrrcria]

“well, you might have just crushed their little heart –” she mused, tilting her head to the side as she had stopped her note-taking to just enjoy the spectacle before her, the obvious disinterest in the second years attempts was written all over their face — the second year was clearly smitten. it had been ramble after ramble - it was the only consequence of fancy, never something she herself had truly succumbed too, no viviana had always been on the other end of it, always the one weighing her options– always the one with the choice to make. 

“you might need to let them down easy - as much as i think heartbreak is character building, i don’t think cruelty is graceful and as my mãe would say - karma isn’t fun” 

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Septima winced, she hadn’t thought they’d had an audience. After she told the young boy to run along and that she’d help him with homework another time, she turned to the girl across from her. “Any advice on how to let down children who think they’re in love with you just because you got them an O on their Potions essay easy? I’m guessing you’re more used to it than I am,” she added, trying to get the attention off of her. She didn’t care all that much after all, it was simply a bit uncomfortable; and was safe on the karma side, either way — heartbreak had dealt with her already. 

[archiveharpies]

Wren typically did well in school. It wasn’t like she was top of her class, but she also wasn’t constantly struggling. Sometimes, however, she felt like she had chosen entirely the wrong N.E.W.T.S. to take and that there was a good chance she would just fail out of school entirely. She’d chosen classes that she’d excelled at during her earlier years - as one was meant to do when there weren’t specific classes to lead you to your chosen profession - but now she was starting to wonder how she’d ever excelled in them. Arithmancy had been particularly tripping her up this year and she was fully ready to turn in her assignment with it’s many mistakes when she saw a familiar face passing in the library. “Septima!” she called, practically shooting out of her chair. “Please, God, can you come and remind me that Arithmancy isn’t the actual hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. I feel like i’m going mental.”

@vectorss​

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Septima was deep in thought when Wren’s voice broke her out of her reverie. With wide eyes, she walked to her friend’s table and sat down, still unsure she was ready to tackle whatever was going on there. “Hm, hello to you too, dearest friend. How have you been?” she asked teasing Wren, although she was in no position to correct anyone on their good manners. “Well, I’m sorry to say, proper Arithmancy might actually be the hardest thing you’ll ever have to do. That’s why it’s so fun!” she said with a grin that was almost manic. “Oh sorry, not helpful?” she asked almost bashfully. She liked to tease her friends when exams came, just because of how much they loved to tease her when she got giddy discussing her personal research on the topic. @wrenfawcett​

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TASK N.2 — septima’s dorm room

          septima’s room is a world of its own. she feels most comfortable surrounded by piles of all the things she loves most, and rarely ever feels the need to clean it out or declutter. she likes to accumulate proof of how much she’s lived and how much she’s loved and revel in the colors and textures they create around her. this has led to tensions with her dorm mates in the past — although her side of the room is always messy and full to the brim, at least she has since learned to keep it relatively lean. although it did take her a good five years to get into the habit of carving out a few minutes every other day to fold the clothing strewn across the floor and gather up the dirty cups and plates she always leaves behind. 

          the walls are full of pictures, posters and postcards that either mean something to her or she simply enjoys the look of. she likes to hide muggle photographies and bulletins in plain sight, knowing that the brightness and intensity of her decor usually cloaks their simple nature. there are tapes and vinyls everywhere, reminding her of the importance of music in her own home, which may be the one thing her parents passed onto her that she truly values. the bed is rarely made, and the books she reads can take up to a few months before being put back on her bookshelves once she’s done with them, much preferring to create a makeshift nightstand out of them. there’s an ashtray outside of her window which she likes to think no one is aware of although everyone probably knows what she gets up to when she’s home alone. air freshening charms were the first spells she taught herself in fourth year, when she came back from summer break with a new smoking habit. 

          while most would find it overwhelming, she finds the clutter almost calming, she likes to sit on her bed, usually the only bare space in her corner, and look at all the things she’s accumulated that make hogwarts her home, her room back at home being bare and empty of her personality by now. reflecting on her life looking at the busy walls helps her realize that this is truly her world. there are surprisingly few school supplies, essays and textbooks around. while she’s one of the smartest students at school she likes to think it doesn’t define her personality and usually keeps everything in drawers and backpacks.  

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liv-rosmerta​:

Had she been conversing with any one of their roommates, mostly Rita or Freya, she knew they’d already picked up on her tone and demanding more to be said. But Olivia was thankful, Septima wasn’t pushing like they would. “Not yet,” She replied after some thought, it was best that maybe she stay quiet for now but who knows maybe in a couple weeks she might want to be asked all those annoying questions about a possible relationship. It would give her enough time to not only figure out how he felt about the evening but let her own feelings settle. For all she knew, it could’ve just been the alcohol and party atmosphere talking. The blonde didn’t really believe that as here she was the next day still thinking on the night but only time will tell.

@vectorss​

Septima grinned and nodded, going back to her cleaning. “That’s exciting. Can’t wait to tell everyone I was the first to know,” she said jokingly. It would probably enrage all the other girls, knowing how they loved this kind of gossip, and how frustrated they were by her lack of interest in the whole thing. At least that meant they didn’t ask about her own love life anymore, which might have been for the best at the moment. @liv-rosmerta​

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fearlessjourno​:

Rita cocked her head at the mention of Charity and gave a cheeky smile to her friend. “Merlin’s hat, that’s cute!” She was close enough to Charity to know that Septima and Charity would make a great couple. “I support it. I’m sure she finds you just as beautiful.” 

“Amos Diggory. Perhaps, but I don’t want to waste any more energy on boys!” She moaned, even though she’d literally flirt with anyone she felt like. “But no. Wren would not forgive me if I started prying and considering we’re in the Gazette together, that’s a situation I’m not willing to deal with. It’s okay. I’ll figure something out.” || @vectorss​

Septima rolled her eyes – a cute teenage romance wasn’t necessarily what she was looking for. But there was something about Charity – it felt like there was more to the other girl under the nice surface – a hunger, a darkness even maybe, that was on the verge of coming out. Also, she was ridiculously pretty, and Septima was known to lose most of her rationality when faced with a pretty girl. “Thanks for your support, Rita. Still have to figure out if she feels the same without spiked punch coursing through her blood, though, so we’ll see.”

She couldn’t help but laugh at her friend’s melodramatics. “Well, you know what I always say – you come in this world alone, and you leave it alone. Probably not helpful, but if you want Amos, I say go for it,” she said with a grin. @fearlessjourno​

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TASK N.03 (b) — Thinking About the Future

It’s obvious to Septima, and it has been for a long time, that she wants to do something with Arithmancy when she leaves Hogwarts. She is passionate with the research and the academia of it, all the unexplored possibilities that bristle within her whenever she gets into a particularly conversation with Professor Howard. She’s also found herself to be a caring tutor to younger students, actually investing herself in trying to make them see different subjects with the same excitement she’d had when she’d first started Hogwarts. Because of these reasons, as well as the fact that both her parents are muggle Professors and she’s grown up surrounded by the academic world, teaching Arithmancy has become an obvious career choice for her over the past few years. She thinks it could insure a stable and ever-challenging future in which she’d spend her days making sense of the mysteries of their world to wide eyed and eager young people. Because she is ambitious and dedicated, she sees herself teaching at any of the most prestigious institutions for magic – although this could be anywhere in the world that strikes her fancy. 

But at the same time, she also feels this restlessness in her; this hunger to see the world, to travel and learn and make a difference (and also, at times, to escape the stifling atmosphere she feels growing in Britain). While she’s not one to go out seeking danger and thrills, she doesn’t know yet if a life sitting at a desk would be quite right for her, either. It was talking about her dilemma to Professor Howard that gave her an idea she hasn’t been able to get out of her mind since. Even if she wants to be a Professor, in order to get a job at a place like Hogwarts, she will need experience and opportunity. Experience, because no matter how brilliant she is, no one will want to hire an eighteen-year-old to teach highly dangerous material and look after teenagers when the world’s best wizards are trying to get a seat at the Hogwarts table. Opportunity, because there are only so many high end institutions out there, and once Professors get a position, they usually stay there until they can’t teach anymore. Howard likes to joke with her that as much as he believes in her, he’s not ready to give up his own seat anytime soon. 

Her best bet yet might be to take a few years to assuage her thirst and go out into the world. Explore all the principles of Arithmancy she’s always wanted to see used in real life; find ways to combine her Potions knowledge and her Charms skills; mould herself into the kind of witch people have heard of before she even walks into the classroom. It would tick every box for her, allow her to escape for a while, challenge herself and learn from the best, while also turning her into a good investment for whichever magical academy she’ll set her eyes on when she’s ready to return. Maybe write a few books, discover a new spell, coin a new Potion, and once she’s seen enough of the world, come back home to pass all she’s learnt to younger generations. She’s thinking freelance, so she can move around. Curse-breaker, maybe, or potions and charms consultant, if she needs a title. Maybe she’ll simply build herself a reputation so that people know when they have a particularly tricky magical situation to handle, she’s the one to call. In terms of school, that means that she is focusing on classes but not so much on grades. She wants to learn all she can and be as prepared as possible; but if she’s planning on seeing the world and being freelance, her transcripts won’t really matter. Which is why she’s been putting more of her time and energy in side projects and extra research, trying to mould herself into the more competent and multidisciplinary witch of her age. 

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kingofthemanor​:

Despite the minor insult in her sentence, Lucius never had been able to resist a pretty face. Besides, he couldn’t deny he was a little intrigued about what she was up to.“Well it couldn’t hurt to have a prefect on side” Lucius replied charmingly “that might come in very useful”

“I’m in” He stated “just don’t take up my whole day with this- I do have better things to do”

@vectorss​

She gave him one of her most charming smiles – or what felt to her like a charming smile, considering she didn’t have much practice with those. “That’s the spirit. A Prefect who’s about to leave Hogwarts and has therefore nothing to lose by breaking a few rules is worth a cheeky bit of potions help, isn’t it?” She nodded, getting to business now that he’d agreed to help her, since she had very limited flirting practice. “When are you free? I need you for about half an hour. Nothing major, just some stirring and damage control.” @kingofthemanor​

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[ closed - @nxthxnlux​ ]

Septima walked into class a good twenty five minutes early, but she’d woken up on the wrong side of the bed and had been feeling annoyed with everyone all morning. Instead of being rude to the few friends who dared speak to her when she was in one of those moods, she’d grabbed breakfast to go and had decided to sit in the empty classroom for a while, maybe work on some homework until it was time for it to start. At least it was Arithmancy and not something utterly boring like... anything else. But as she sat heavily and banged her books on her table of choice, she head someone cough. “Oh shit,” she muttered when she saw her Professor already standing near the desk. “Hm, I mean— oopsie?” she tried to correct herself uncertainly. “I thought the room would be empty... obviously.”

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vanityvio​:

“I was here first. There’s an empty table right next to this one, go there.” Emma uttered, looking up to the girl. Hopefully she’ll cooperate.

“Didn’t see it, and now I’m already sat here. So let’s just roll with it, shall we?” she asked looking up at the girl with a quirked eyebrow. “I’m not planning on bothering you, just tryin’ to get this done quickly,” she said pointing at the half done Potions essay in front of her that was due in a couple of hours. @vanityvio​

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TASK N.03 (a) — Life at Hogwarts

** seventh year: Septima’s seventh year is a busy one, but nothing she can’t handle. She’s a Seventh Year Prefect and takes her duties seriously, which means she’s stopped attending any other clubs she may have had an interest in over the years - namely the Potions Club, Charms Club, and Wizard’s Chess Club. Slughorn has been badgering her about the Slug Club for years, but she never really considered it. While she enjoyed being around the best of the best, student clubs still never managed to hold her attention for very long. She enjoys being a Prefect, partly for the authority it gives her over other students, but also because she really cares about her younger classmates. She likes to be a calming presence for them, strict but caring — she aspires to be like Professor McGonagall in that way. This is one of the main reason she’s become one of the well-known Hogwarts tutor, being able to help students from any year with almost any subject. Other than that, her time is consumed by a lot of personal research and projects, sometimes with her Professors, sometimes without. Professor Howard has mostly been the one taking her under his wing, and encouraging her to pursue her search for new principles and new applications for Arithmancy. She’s known to requisition the Prefect’s bathroom quite often, and you will most often find some sort of Potion brewing or Arithmancy installation set up in the last stall.

** classes: She currently takes Arithmancy, Charms, Transfiguration, Potions, History of Magic, and Herbology, having managed to negotiate a sixth class with Howard, her Head of House and favorite Professor. She loves all six, although she has a few favorites. McGonagall is the reason why she’s stuck to Transfiguration all these years, and also the reason she thinks she wants to be a teacher someday. Charms has always fascinated her the most, being so different from anything she’s ever done before in her muggle life. Due to her excellence in math and her muggle knowledge of science, Septima is a natural at Potions and Herbology, which somehow make her feel close to her muggle origins and scientific parents. Although of course, Arithmancy and Professor Howard are still her favorite and you will most often find her researching the subject or challenging her Professor on the latest research. Finally, while it can be a bit boring, she’s made a point to enthusiastically take History of Magic every year to make sure she knows just as much about the wizarding world as her pureblood classmates. 

** exam season: Septima Vector is definitely a crammer. Easily distracted by things that interest her more than whatever she’s supposed to be studying, and confident in her ability to ace any test she could ever be given, she’s known to act a bit cocky around exam season only to end up pulling all-nighters studying for a week straight when they finally come around. That’s how she got through her OWLs, for which she mostly got Os. That was excepting for Defense Against the Dark Arts and Care of Magical Creatures, both of which she dropped as soon as she got to sixth year. She still tells herself she just dislikes these particular subjects more than others, but her friends known she never managed to swallow her respective EE and A. 

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⭐️ Voldemort:

Are you afraid of death?

Yes. Septima isn’t afraid of the moment of death per se, not one to lose sleep wondering how and when it’ll all unfold, whether it’ll be dramatic or crude. But she loves living so very much – especially now that she’s a witch. She’s scared shitless of losing it all. For her, dying doesn’t mean not living anymore, it means not being a witch, it means losing magic and spells and flying brooms and luck-inducing potions. 

She wants to have children, just to experience their magical first times all over again. She wants to travel the wizarding world, attend Arithmancy lectures at Castelobruxo, learn about curse-breaking in Japan among the best wizards and witches of her age. She is not scared of much, but she is still terrified of waking up one day and realizing that it’s all been a dream, or that she’s lost her magic. One of the very first things she’s done every morning since she was eleven years old was cast a few simple spells to make sure it’s all real, it’s all still there. 

She feels so hopeful, and hungry about the future. While Hogwarts gave her the chance of a lifetime to become the witch she could never have dreamt of being, she wants to see the rest of the world and spend every day of her life reveling in its magical secrets. This may be why she’s worked so hard to become the impressive witch she is today, why she doesn’t accept to simply have her area of expertise, instead insisting on being the best at everything. She feels so lucky to be different than her parents and her old friends, and everyday Septima wants to earn that gift, live it to the fullest. She works so hard in order to be fully in control of her own magic, to have a secure hold over it, so no one can ever take it from her. Not being a witch anymore is her worst nightmare. 

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gabrieltravers​:

the comment had been a slight joke that the girl missed, bur gabriel didn’t dwell on it. he shrugged. “didn’t feel like staying cooped up so brought whomping willow work out here,” he explained. although, the hufflepuff had other thoughts on his mind that one might consider quite sordid.  “you?” instead of engaging in conversation, a few years ago the boy would have probably made a snide comment in order to keep the conversation from progressing, but given the changes that were coming – gabe was taking a different approach. @vectorss​

Septima shrugged – she’d been feeling more inclined to talk to people outside of her friendship group lately, but that didn’t mean she was any good at it yet. How did people manage to keep up dozens of acquaintanceships? She barely knew what to say to her own dorm mates by the end of a weekend spent around one another. “Just pondering on the meaning of life and such,” she said taking a drag of her cigarette. “Hogwarts’ starting to feel a little too small for me, I think.” @gabrieltravers​

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charityxrose​:

ever since charity and benjy laid the foundations of magic for peace, there was one question that charity aimed at several of her fellow students – why aren’t you a member? she always attempted to find a segue to make the question seem innocent and it usually worked. septima was one of those that she wondered many times why she hadn’t come to a meeting, especially seeing that she was muggle-born and friends with benjy. it didn’t make sense to her, but charity had yet to question septima. charity wanted joining magic for peace to be the person’s decision, but with a personality like hers? she tended to be a pushy about it and well, it worked a lot of the time so she didn’t see a reason to change her approach. “it’s a date,” charity affirmed, making her way into class with a twinkle in her eye and finding her seat. @vectorss​

Septima sat through class that morning with more enthusiasm that she was used to. While she enjoyed learning, she found that most of her Professors and the material they taught didn’t have what it took to hold her attention for very long. But there was something different in the air today, a tense set to her shoulders as all she felt for the two hours was the presence of Charity across the room, although she was careful to keep her eyes down and her expression focused on the work. After an excruciatingly long amount of time, she was the first out of the room and was leaning against the wall outside the door when her fellow Ravenclaw walked out. “Hey. Is the headache any better or would you like that potion now?” she asked almost shily, the bravado afforded to her by the rum at the party long gone. @charityxrose​

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lilyxcvans​:

Alright, upon further thought, it seemed to Lily that asking Septima Vector if she needed help with homework, especially when she was working on Arithmancy, was rather silly in hindsight. Lily also took the subject, but was a year behind Septima, who was known to be far better at the subject anyway. She gave the older girl a sheepish smile. “Sorry, I suppose that was wishful thinking on my part.” She looked down at her own notes again. “I was hoping that if I could help you, I’d feel a little less useless about not being able to master my Transfiguration assignment.” She sighed heavily. Realizing that Septima was one of the other well-known tutors at Hogwarts besides herself, she asked lightly, “I don’t suppose you could take a look at my work? Figure out what I’m doing wrong. If not, I understand, I don’t want to interrupt your own work.” 

Septima closed her tome with a small smile. While she wasn’t known to be particularly generous or concerned with others’ welfare, there was something she truly loved about tutoring and helping other students understand the topics that passionated her. She was a bit wary of Lily Evans and how outspoken she was on some things; but she also knew her to be one of the smartest sixth years, probably headed on the Head Girl path if her intuition was right. It would be fulfilling to help her get there, so she nodded. “Sure, let’s have a look. Transfiguration was never my favorite, but it helped when I realized that the most important part of it was practice. The essays come easily once you’ve gotten the hang of casting the spells. What is it you need help with?” she asked bending over the take a look at the redhead’s work. @lilyxcvans​

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waldxnmacnair​:

“I thought I’d just ask.” He shrugged, looking up at her, amused by the fact that she was using both hands to eat. “Yeah. Broody is a great word to describe him.” He took a sip of his tea. “None taken. I’m not a boxer or anything.” 

“Have we met? I don’t think I’ve seen you around much. What friend group are you in?” 

Septima shrugged, still mostly engrossed in her breakfast and how to consume as much food as possible in the fifteen minutes she had until class, unconcerned by his comment about her (carefully crafted) lack of popularity. “Yeah – I like to keep it that way. Seventh year, Ravenclaw, Prefect. Name’s Septima Vector. You’ll hear it again down the line, believe me,” she said with a smirk. She had great plans for her own future, most of which did not need any kind of student popularity to be achieved. But then she did look up and couldn’t help but let a small laugh escape – what friend group are you in? was such a funny and odd question to be asked, or at least it was to her. It made sense in this castle, and she was aware of what he meant even though she pretended to be so oblivious to it most of the time. “I’m in the friend group you’ve never noticed and can’t quite place. Best way to stay under the radar. You’re the Macnair boy, aren’t you?” she asked, genuinely curious. @waldxnmacnair​

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rxsierx​:

Didn’t your mother ever tell you not to trust anyone

Scoffing lightly he averted his eyes away from her and to the floor, jaw tightening slightly. Because she had, so many times over. It had always been a common theme in the Rosier house. They’d kept the familiar inseclur enough, he grew up knowing who he could trust and who he shouldn’t. However especially after his father had died, the notion it felt like it was edge into his skin. Don’t trust anyone. It was safer that way, easier. Trust was held only for his family, for his blood. The rest he always held a ounce of mistrust in. "Who said I’d let my guard down?“ Rosier challenged with a light roll of his eye brows and shake of his head. The male had so many walls and barricades at this point, he was never seen without at least one still standing. 

He didn’t believe for a moment that she was the type to actually help him hex someone. Especially if it were to be the ones that he was complaining about prior. Though he noted it. After all, he could always be a little persuasive if necessary. Septima Vector. He made a note of the name. Granted, it didn’t necessarily sit well that he didn’t recognize it. He’d done his best to remember the names of all the wizards he thought noteworthy to befriend and know. Of course there was always a chance he’d missed one, but he doubted it. Though, it didn’t stop his initial intrigue for the other. “Mademoiselle casse-couille. It has a nice ring to it.” The male uttered sarcastically as he looked over his features. “Who knew you were such a fan of formal introduction.” Granted hesitant for a moment looking from her hand back up to her with a quirked brow. But he shook it all be a little reluctantly as he spoke simply: “Evan Rosier.” @vectorss​

With a light smile, Septima threw her cigarette butt on the floor. It was sweet of him to pretend he was all guarded and careful and private – but she could see it in his eyes. Whatever he said, whatever he thought, she could tell that he didn’t think she presented any kind of threat for him. He was playing along, but he probably just saw her as some girl. Which she could definitely handle, and then some. She noticed the hesitation in his gesture, probably because he didn’t know her, most likely didn’t even know of her. Good – she always loved a blank slate. Of course she knew who he was, though she didn’t let that on. It wasn’t really because she’d ever been terribly interested in his less than average academics and weirdly provocative antics. She knew his name for her own safety and survival. Know your enemy. Although in that case, she didn’t think of him as her enemy. But she knew he thought of her as the enemy, and she must never lose sight of that, no matter how charming his devil-may-care attitude got. 

“Nice to meet you, Evan Rosier. I feel like I’ve heard about you; it’s nice to put a face to the name.”