brave new world

don't let the purebloods get you down. sloane margot. 7th year slytherin, apparition certified. muggleborn and proud. sometimes called a "muggleborn elitist".

[birdielewis]

july 12th, 2023 | muggle london

Birdie’s not running, not yet, but she’s broken into a fast walk that’s turning into a jog. She peers over her shoulder, and then checks again–– she doesn’t think anybody’s following her, but she has to be careful. She can’t get caught, not yet, not for something so stupid. Her chain of thought is cut off when she turns a corner, still looking behind her, and smashes into another body, her small frame practically bouncing back as her head knocks against the side of the building. It takes her a second to open her eyes fully, and her head throbs, but when her vision comes into focus she sees a familiar face.

"Do I–– ow ––know you?”

[slxane]

Sloane is left alone in muggle London. She had plans with her half-brother, the operative word in the situation being had. The older boy traded in his time with her for his girlfriend, though Sloane doesn't really mind as much, since she likes to travel alone anyway. Though she has spent quite a bit of time in London over the past few years, she still walks with a map in hand. So, when she runs into another person, she immediately folds up the map and stops near them to see if they're alright. The girl Sloane collided with does look familiar, perhaps a classmate, though she wasn't quite sure herself.

          ❝Sorry, I don't think so. Are you alright, though?❞

[hunterjxrdan]

February 8th || Hogsmeade

[hunterjxrdan]

"I pay attention to the people who are   worthy of that attention.”

[slxane]

❝Sounds to me like you're just trying to tell me you're a dick.❞

[hunterjxrdan]

February 8th || Hogsmeade

[hunterjxrdan]

"And perhaps you should lose the   attitude when you’ve just walked   into someone.”

[slxane]

❝As they say, it takes two to tango. Had you been paying as much attention as you were preaching, you could've easily avoided this whole situation.❞

[alfiewilsxn]

Hogwarts || 1st November 2023

[alfiewilsxn]

He shrugged. It wasn’t that he wasn’t sympathetic to how the families must have felt, because — well. He was, in a way. But he couldn’t even begin to know how it felt and he didn’t want to try. ❝That’s going to cause such an uproar, right? God, think of all the family left in Hogwarts of their’s. That’s just terrible.❞

[slxane]

It was hard to think about, all of her friends that were mourning at the loss they faced that day. Even the school must be affected in some way, after all, McGonagall was a prominent faculty member, and she was well respected. But it wasn't the same pain the victims' relatives must be feeling. After all, they were family. ❝Definitely. I certainly hope they're allowed to leave for a few days to be in the comfort of their family. This is a tough time, after all.❞

[weasleyhugos-blog]

open — aug. 1st 2023 [diagon alley]

[weasleyhugos-blog]

The way that he visibly startled, his head shooting up and his body going rigid and stiff straight, eyes darting to and fro until it settled on her, finally convinced that it was she who had spoken up with casual nonchalance. It was only then that he realized the position he was in, the way that he was blocking the door entirely and registered the woman standing behind him, looking at him with a stern expression while she cleared her throat as loudly as possible in an obvious attempt to catching his attention. Reddening faster than the speed of light, Hugo mumbled a careless “Sorry, sorry” before shuffling out of the way, finding himself closer now to the girl in question.

Which made it even more apparent that he couldn’t put a name to the face. Digging through his brain, he was more than sure that he’d encountered her already, that her name was known to him, but it seemed that all that worrying, thinking about how dreadful this year was going to be had managed to do its job of giving him nothing but static. Great. Another thing to be embarrassed about… you know, if the ‘blocking a woman’s path out of a store and not realizing until she got pissed then turning red as a tomato about it’ wasn’t enough. Asking her how she knew him was just as pointless, considering he was a tall, freckled ginger wearing a green sweater his grandmother had made for him with a golden Quidditch goal posts design… oh, and he fact that he was a Weasley, of course.

Tearing his gaze away from the list to acknowledge her (albeit sheepishly), Hugo nodded. “No… well, I mean, not no, I’m not alright, I meant that… I’m fine, yes. I’m just…” He sighed audibly, knowing that what he was going to say next wasn’t exactly going to inspire confidence about him. ”I was just…. talking… to myself…" Cutting himself short, he coughed into his hand to try and cover up the embarrassment he was flooded with at the moment, which then took longer than it should when he started to actually fall into a fit of coughing. After a minute, Hugo cleared his throat and did a sort of pathetic brandish towards the door. ”S-sorry, I wasn’t… was I blocking your way? You can go in now.”

[slxane]

Seeing the way she startled him made the innocent smile on her lips turn into a small, hardly noticeable smirk. She felt a bit bad, though, that she had caused the flush of colour in his face, a tell-tale sign of embarrassment. It was only then that she realized how creepy her greeting might have been, considering they weren't quite on friendly terms. She had no problem with him personally, that was for sure. Actually, she was a fan of watching him play Quidditch, but with the Slytherin-Gryffindor rivalry, she wouldn't exactly let anyone know that; too much house pride got in the way of that.

     Aside from Quidditch, Sloane knew him as a member of the Weasley family; a clan she herself had found friends in. The funny thing about the Weasleys was that they were pretty hard to miss, even if they shed the red haired stereotype other students had told her about them.

     She couldn't help but tilt her head slightly upward as she looked at him. He was a bit taller than her, and while she wasn't a short person, she certainly wasn't as tall as he was. She nodded as she listened to him speak, a behaviour she had learned to show the other person she understood what they were saying.

          ❝Ah, I see,❞ she said, nodding once again. She pressed her lips together, feeling even worse for causing his discomfort (from what she could tell, anyway). ❝Well, there's nothing wrong with talking to yourself. The smartest people do, or so my dad tells me.❞ She laughed lightly, attempting to lighten their rather awkward situation. ❝Well, you were, but hey, don't sweat it. Is the rest of the Weasley clan with you?❞

[alfiewilsxn]

Hogwarts || 1st November 2023

"—— Wait… They died? All three of them? Well, shit." The last sentence slipped out without thinking and, if he was honest, that was Alfie’s possible only reaction to the death of the former Minister, McGonagall and Harry Potter.

[slxane]

❝That's what the newspaper says, so yeah, I guess. It's awful, how they could've just gone in one night. What about their families?❞ Much like discovering how her mother died, Sloane wasn't quite sure how to respond to the situation. She just knew to be there for people who were going through a hard time.

[hunterjxrdan]

February 8th || Hogsmeade

"Perhaps you could start watching    where you’re going in the street.”

[slxane]

❝Perhaps you should admit the fault is just as much yours as it is mine.❞

[weasleyhugos-blog]

open — aug. 1st 2023 [diagon alley]

His eyes scanned over the list one more time, though familiarity had long since sunk in during the holidays where he’d spent nights obsessing over every book title for every subject he would be taking up that year.

Like he couldn’t quite believe it existed in the first place. That there was even a list at all. 

Even now he still couldn’t quite get over the surprise that his letter had been bulkier than its usual, containing a second parchment of congratulations on his having made prefect along with the badge that was now perched on his bedside table, taunting him every time he saw it gleam when the light hit it at just the right angle. Hiding it in his closet, tucking it between his clothes, shoving it under his pillow, below his bed, a n y w h e r e was futile, because sooner or later his mum would ask him about it, ask him to wear it for her so she can beam with pride at him…

… but now all that seemed so… trivial. The very act of shopping for school supplies had honestly long since lost its novelty, but it had never hit home harder than it did now, in this year, with all these changes that were happening to him. It wasn’t that he could pinpoint exactly what it was that was different - apart from the obvious ‘I was made prefect on top of being keeper and honestly I don’t know what I’m doing with my life’ issues and the growth spurt he’d hit over the summer - and yet something was telling him this year would be difficult than the previous ones. Or maybe it was his mother’s worry wart genes playing into effect. His finger scratched at the sleeve of his sweater as a way to channel his nervousness, knowing that even as he stood alone now, his parents were just around the corner, making him believe that they were letting him shop for his things all on his own. 

"Me? Prefect? Me?" he muttered angrily to himself as he exited a store, a bag of pet treats tucked under one arm and a cauldron held in his other hand, absentmindedly pausing right at the doorway to cross off his list. "Honestly, when did I even show interest? One minute you’re watching Ned Stark lose his head, the next you’re being told you’re going to be head… it doesn’t make sense…"

[slxane]

In the muggle world, shopping for school replies was the most exciting part of the upcoming school year. It meant new, and hopefully improved, ballpoint pens, gel pens in different shades of the rainbow, and notebooks that were frankly more fun to look at than write in. Sloane's brother had practically done all of his school shopping, down to a huge pack of ramen noodles and an even larger case of water bottles. University was starting up again, and so was Hogwarts.

     She walked around Diagon Alley, the supply list in her hand and a grimace on her features. In her first year, she was ecstatic to go school shopping in a place she hadn't known existed until then, but now that it was her seventh year, the magic was practically gone. There were no pens to be excited for, notebooks she couldn't wait to ruin with her horrible penmanship and even worse sketches. It was practically the same thing each year, new books, cauldrons, some quills and ink. The excitement was gone, at that point, it was practically normal.

     She had dismissed her brother and father to go wander, and knowing the two, they'd stopped by one of the Quidditch supply shop. While they fell in love with the wizarding world once more, she headed for one of the stores in order to cross something off her list, but was stopped by the person blocking the door. Recognizing the boy, Sloane's lips curved into a smile.

          ❝Hey, Hugo,❞ she greeted. ❝You all right?❞

[thealexandercarrow]

[ December 2, 2023 // Hogsmeade // Undetermined Location]

Alexander’s eyes iddly ran over the news paper titles.

DEATH EATERS RISING, MUGGLE KILLINGS, UPCOMING WAR?

The journalists’ take on it all was just so pathetic in their futile attempt to strike a sensation, he thought briefly, while also noting what a lovely development that was. Now that the Aurors had to go chace after Death Eaters, they would fully forget about what happened to his father and aunt a while back. What him and Artemis did to them awhile back, actually, but no one knew that. It was better that way, really. Everyone hated the Carrows, even half the Death Eaters and no one particularly cared as to why they died.

Abruptly, his train of thought was interrupted by what appeared to be a shocked gasp coming from behind him. “Are you alright?”, he asked, instantly slipping into the perfect gentleman decorum he faked to the tee.

[slxane]

The news had struck Sloane harder than even she had expected it to. When McGonagall and Harry Potter died, she was hardly affected. She was there for the friends who were mourning, of course, but she was also not close enough to the victims to actually feel some sort of personal grief. Until news of muggle killings surfaced.

     She had always known there was some sort of prejudice against muggleborns and the muggles. After all, even on a good day, she could hardly manage to walk through the Slytherin common room without hearing some sort of remark about her blood status. But she had never anticipated that prejudice would boil down to murders of innocent people, and for no reason other than the fact they lacked the magical gene in their system.

       The news made her wonder one thing: how long did she have before her own family was targeted?

     Hearing another person's voice caused her to lower the Daily Prophet from her face and look at its owner. She recognized him as someone from the Slytherin house, a prefect, perhaps, but she wasn't quite sure. ❝I'm alright, it's just a bit of a shock is all.❞

[aliceslongbottomii-blog]

july 12th, 2023, the leaky cauldron

"Shit, shit, shit.." Alice stared at the  soup on her tennis shoes and jeans, and at the shattered bowl on the floor. "I am so sorry, I’ll.. I’ll clean that up right away.."

[slxane]

❝Isn't that what's so cool about magic? A wave of a wand and you're all fixed up?❞ Sloane asked, a slight smirk on her features that was almost permanent.

[slxane]

❝ life is easier when you’re not a                                                                                                                                                                          l e g a c y…❞

2:59PM, July 19. Despite the bright white lights and the sunshine coming through the hallway window, the hospital was d a r k.

               ——There was a man in the hallway, with a little boy playing with a remote control car sitting next to him. The boy was three years old and had finally just learned to utter the words “s t e p - m u m “.

            There was a woman in the delivery room. Her skin had gone pale, an obvious contrast to her raven feather like hair. At that time, she was pronounced d e a d.

            There was a baby. S c r e a m i n g. 7.5 pounds, 19 inches, female. She had just come out of her mother’s, now lifeless, body. She was the reason the doctor asked the man in the hallway if he wanted the g o o d news first, or the b a d news.——

An older woman’s body underground, a baby girl in her crib in the nursery of the small house. L i t t l e B e a n, her brother called her.    S l o a n e was her name.

Painfully h o n e s t. The best word to describe her. She is so honest you almost wish she wasn’t, you almost wish she was like some of the worst people you’d ever meet; a l i a r.

Responsible for d i s c o r d. She liked stirring things up, and Merlin knows she does. But just because a r g u m e n t s are her s p e c i a l t y doesn’t mean that she can’t be s w e e t.

Somewhat of a c o n t r a d i c t i o n. And isn’t everyone? One way for a brief moment, the complete opposite in another. S p i c y and s w e e t. C h a o t i c and g o o d. C a r i n g but s e l f i s h. S e l f c o n c e r n e d but c o m p a s s i o n a t e. Puddle s h a l l o w but oceans d e e p. She enjoyed s i m p l i c i t y but lived on c h a l l e n g e s.

Or maybe she’s just s e l e c t i v e.

[slxane]

hit me with your best shot. (headcanon 001)

Sloane played Quidditch as a beater for 2 years, but stopped because it was “getting in the way of her free time”. She still plays with her family during holidays (using muggle brooms, a soccer football and a deconstructed basketball hoop), though, and even wants to be a professional Quidditch player when she’s older.

[slxane]

❝Public sex is the best kind of sex next to make up, angry sex.❞ (Nova + Sloane)

          ❝Say it louder, not enough people heard you,❞ Sloane replied with a smirk.

     The Slytherin girl looked around to find a few of their peers staring at them, their eyes narrowed at the two girls as though they were their targets. Chuckling at the people’s reactions, she turned away and nodded in agreement at what the Gryffindor had just said.

          ❝I agree on some level, but I also feel like morning sex is definitely up there. I mean, it’s nice and calm, you’re not getting drilled like the pavement in muggle London.❞

[slxane]

❝You almost shot me! Again!❞ VIC TO SLOANE LET THE BROSHIP COMMENCE

Sloane smirked at the blonde’s reaction, blowing the top of the marshmallow blaster before setting it down in front of the untouched pile of textbooks. They had a small exam coming up, and while the rest of her roommates tried to study, Sloane was taking one of her hourly breaks and opted to mess with some of the girls, her methods including a marshmallow blaster, a toy she’d started to pack with her in her fourth year.

          ❝Well, Vic, have you ever considered that maybe, just maybe, I meant to almost shoot you? At least try catching it and not let me waste my marshmallows.❞

[slxane]

"No! I thought you were coming up with the plan!" (lucy to sloane)

Sloane’s gaze was fixated on the view of the sea from the Astronomy tower as she listened to Lucy’s voice. Her eyes rolled over to the side to look at Lucy as her mind processed what the other girl was saying, a cloud of smoke escaped her lips. Usually, when the two thought of something to do, they follow the idea with a plan of action. Of course, plans sometimes had their faults, and at that moment, theirs was not having one at all. Taking another drag of her joint and releasing the smoke, Sloane folded her free arm over her stomach as she shrugged her shoulders lightly.

          ❝Que sera, sera, my darling,❞ Sloane replied calmly, looking back at the sea. ❝I suppose we’ll just have to take some time to come up with one together. As they say, two heads are better than one.❞

[eriswrites-deactivated20150322]

a r g u m e n t s                                    are her s p e c i a l t y. but that doesn’t mean that she can’t be s w e e t.

[wiinterempress-deactivated20180]

250+ starters you can use

even more starters random starters from various sources (once again, from spotify playlists, random commentary, tv shows, books, movies, and my brain).

[dertiende-blog]

wiinterempress:

❝A little warning would have been nice!❞

❝You almost shot me! Again!❞

❝Hide your wives, hide your daughters, hell, hide your sheep!❞

❝I saw how you danced for them. There is no more need for that innocent act.❞

❝You’ll have to rip my bento box from my cold, dead hands.❞

❝Book? What book?❞

❝It’s all lies! Slander I say!❞

❝So after we were finished, he reached for his phone and began to play Candy Crush.❞

❝You owe me. I mean really owe me.❞

❝Stop it, you’re being even more rude than usual.❞

❝The cold and I don’t mix.❞

❝You look like you were fucked thoroughly last night. Was it worth it?❞

❝I had sex behind the court house.❞

❝Public sex is the best kind of sex next to make up, angry sex.❞

❝They hold you to a different standard because you are not some peasant roaming the streets. You are royalty.❞

❝If you are going to dance, at least pretend you can dance well.❞

❝You have far too much darkness within your heart. You will not be able to enter this place.❞

❝If, for example, you are alive at the bottom of the sea, I shall cut off my two legs and become a fish.❞

❝I want to fall asleep while embraced.❞

❝I once believed long ago that I could wish upon a star and my dreams will come true. Now I know such things are false.❞

❝I will savor the day I can watch you fall.❞

❝I will hunt you down & I will not show mercy.❞

❝There is little we can do. The rot has begun to set in.❞

❝You can keep your little princess in her proper little place. But if she follows all your orders, does exactly what she’s told? She will never ever grow up, she will only grow old.❞

❝Good deed? You so called good deed sentenced him to death.❞

❝That child will do whatever it takes to survive ; I suggest you do the same.❞

❝I am the Queen/King & I demand respect.❞

❝You will find me at the corner of 5th avenue & 57th street.❞

❝Girls don’t want smelly boys. They want chocolate, pretty shoes, and a good fuck every week.❞

❝I want you to break me with your own hands.❞

❝Have you stepped into your own trap, my lord? Any evidence you have against me, you yourself bought and paid for. Do you now begin to believe it?❞

❝Why must you leave a king to follow you? Why not a QUEEN?❞

❝It is true. I was unfaithful to you with all of them. With half your court. With soldiers of your guard, with grooms, with stablehands. Look for the rest of your life at every man that ever knew me and wonder if I didn’t find him a better man than you!❞

❝ I have a little neck.❞

❝You make love as you eat, with a great deal of noise and no subtlety!❞

❝Will you not kiss your daughter?❞

❝She has the face of a simpering sheep. And the manners. But not the morals. I don’t want her near me.❞

❝How DARE you and the rest of your barbarians set fire to my library?❞

❝You have such bony knees.❞

❝Queens. Queens. Strip them naked as any other woman, they are no longer queens.❞

❝I will not be told where I can go and where I cannot go!❞

❝The King has asked for me?❞

❝Even in carnal matters?❞

❝I shall not go the way of my sister!❞

❝Power is as exciting as love, I discover.❞

❝And who has more power than our dearest king/queen?❞

❝Touch her, and I’ll have her sent from court.❞

❝Mind your tongue, or I’ll have you sent from court.❞

❝I ORDER you.❞

❝…I think I’m a good person. I think there’s good in everyone.❞

❝I see these kids I’ve known all my life and wonder: What happened?❞

❝Remember those days when we were singing and clapping, happy and napping, baking cookies, eating paste?❞

[theparagonofhope]

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