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runawayroxy:

The girl’s words struck her as stunningly calm in contradiction to what it seemed the entire rest of the school was discussing. It felt like the confessions were still most people’s focus, even as they grew accustomed to the words scribbled across chests. But her shoulders moved in a small shrug, gesturing towards the seat across from her. “You’re welcome to it.”

A brief pause followed as she glanced over the girl, noticing first the green of her Slytherin tie, followed by three simple words across her chest. Fair enough. Being alone was something Roxanne considered herself an unwitting expert in, a position she both loathed and reluctantly accepted. Her eyes reverted back to the DADA book, skimming over the words and actually processing about half of them, too wrapped up in her own mind to quite think it through. I don’t have time for this.

Finally, she sighed and pushed the book away, giving her tired eyes a few moments rest. “So, uh, what’re you workin’ on?”

Katie nodded, and slight smile on her face in appreciation as she sat down and set her books on the table. The one on top was a textbook for her Ancient Runes class, so she grabbed that one and opened it to pages filled with symbols. She was just taking out her parchment and quill when she heard the girl across from her ask her a question, to which she looked up, surprised to see the other seemed to have given up for the time being.

Tilting up her textbook so the other girl could see the cover, Katie smiled. “Advance Rune Translation, it’s really interesting actually. To think that some ancient magic was recorded as these symbols and some people might have looked them over as nothing but pictures.” Katie had the habit of getting excited over anything historical, and she knew it was starting to show in her voice now.

“I’d love to go travelling and see some for myself, maybe even discover new ones, though that’s a bit ambitious,” she admitted, blushing slightly. “What were you working on?”

#p: roxanne

nora-moon:

“Um, yes, I-I do…and a-am.” She kept looking down. “Y-You are, too…the n-new transfer, right? K-Katie?” While Nora keeps to herself, she’s very observant and always seems to know when new people arrive. Due to her hiding in shadows an nooks, she often finds herself hearing conversations she knows she wasn’t supposed to hear.

Katie smiled and gave the girl a nod. “That would be me. Technically it’s Katrine, but I much prefer Katie, this is the first chance I’ve gotten in years to use that nickname. I’ve lived in France and it just doesn’t sound very good in French,” she chuckled, realizing she had been rambling a bit. “What’s your name?”

#c: nora

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Matching Interests || Katie & Ada

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adakrum:

Ada was surprised, she didn’t really think Durmstrang was cooler than a book about the mer language, but she wasn’t going to argue with her. And she supposed hearing about other schools would be interesting. “I’m Adaline, but you can call me Ada,” she said, smiling at the other girl. “What do you want to know about Durmstrang?” she asked curiously, not really sure where to start.

Katie didn’t know where to start, every time she heard about a new place, she wanted to know every little thing about it. It was the best she could do before being able to go off and see it for herself. “Nice to meet you, Ada. Oh, I want to know everything about it! What are the grounds like? Beauxbatons was surrounded by gardens, but I suppose the different schools have different looks,” she thought out loud. “I want to see the world when I have finished school. for now I just listen to the stories,” she offered sheepishly.

#p: ada #matching interests

motherofawitch:

Annie made a habit of noticing people. Of befriending them and ensuring that everyone found their place in Hogwarts–whether it was with her or not. It was a habit that got her in trouble as much as it made her friends, a double-edged sword that she had come to live with. Still, she smiled at Katie and nodded. “Welcome, then. I’m Annie, seventh year. Gryffindor.”

Katie had heard stories of house rivalries, so she hesitated, but she was never one to judge someone one anything but their actions, and she hoped people nowadays were like that too. “Right, my house. I’m a Slytherin, it’s nice to meet you Annie. It’s funny, I’ve always known about the houses but I still need to get used to a school being divided that way,” she laughed. “My father went here, he was a Slytherin too. Maybe we have classes together? I sit at the back, I don’t always notice who’s there.”

#c: annie

funwithfrankie:

Frankie grit her teeth, clenching her fists. “You’re not worth my time,” she said, trying to calm herself. She resisted the urge to curse Katie and backed away slowly, taking slow breaths. She didn’t need another detention again. She’d never hear the end of it.

Katie raised her eyebrows, waving her hand in a shooing motion towards the girl. “Go on then, and stop wasting mine.” She turned away and continued reading her book, as if the girl was no longer there.

#c: frankie

aspenblythe:

Aspen listened intently as Katie described Beauxbatons. She made a mental note to visit the Beauxbatons gardens someday, because it sounded beautiful. “The grounds are beautiful here,” she responded, “but I sometimes wish there was more of a focus on nature at Hogwarts. One Herbology class just isn’t enough.”

“I could give you a tour right now,” Aspen suggested. She wrung her hands together nervously, hoping that Katie wouldn’t find her too abrupt. Maybe Katie didn’t really want to go on a tour and she was just being polite. The cycle of anxious thoughts began to seep into Aspen’s brain, and she regretted being so up front. “Only if you want. We don’t have to,” she added, trying to defend herself against her own thoughts.

Nodding along, Katie agreed there could be more nature-focus at Hogwarts. It wasn’t her specialty, but she thought so much could come from plant life. She smiled again at the suggestion of a tour right then, she really didn’t have plans for the rest of the evening. After all, one needs friends to have plans. “I would love that, are you sure you have the free time? I would hate to impose on your evening,” she added a bit shyly. Katie often confused herself, she could be a sassy terror to anyone who was rude to her, but she was generally friendly with those who were kind to her instead. “As much as I love reading, I think I would learn more by seeing things in person.”

#c: aspen

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There’s nothing wrong with being a dreamer, because I think that dreams are as important as reality.

Lana Del Rey (via diamondsanddelrey)

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aspenblythe:

Aspen propped her head up with her elbow and listened to Katie talk about her experience at Hogwarts, which brought up many memories of Aspen’s own first year. She felt a feeling of fluttering nostalgia, and pictured her eleven year-old self wandering the grand corridors of Hogwarts, her mouth agape. She remembered admiring the artwork the most, like the way all the paintings came to life (quite literally). Aspen did sympathize with Katie, it was a big school with a lot of secrets, and being thrown into it in her final year couldn’t have been easy.

“Wow, that’s cool. I’ve heard Beauxbatons in a good school. Did you like it?” Aspen asked, genuinely curious. “And don’t worry, you’ll know this place inside out and no time.” She pointed to the book, “Especially with this thing. Almost no one knows about it. And if you need someone to show you around, I can do my best to help. Even I don’t know all the secrets of this place.”

Katie thought back to her life in France after being asked about her school. Among all the negative memories, she could still picture Beauxbatons with fondness. Even without true friends, she had mostly enjoyed the school itself. “Beauxbatons is beautiful, everything is so elegant there. The gardens were my favourite, it was always picturesque, never a flower petal out of place. I did love the fountain though, it was named for the Flamels. There were rumours that it could make someone healthy and beautiful, but I don’t think that was ever proven,” she laughed, mostly to herself. She had enjoyed reading by that fountain, but she thought those rumours were preposterous.

Flipping through the pages, Katie was surprised at how many secrets there were. Granted, she knew she could read this all fairly quickly. “Thank you, maybe you could give me a tour sometime? I actually got myself lost on my first day, I didn’t know about the moving staircases...” she gave an awkward laugh.

#c: aspen

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HP aesthetic – Beauxbâtons (part 1)

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funwithfrankie:

“You might want to try being polite. I hear it makes you more friends that way.” Frankie said, a dark growl in her voice. Who did this girl think she was?! She definitely wasn’t in charge of Frankie and didn’t need to be telling her about how unsuccessful she’d be.

Katie couldn’t help chuckling, and not in a friendly way. “Not my problem, I’d much rather have success than friends.” With a roll of her eyes, she glared at the girl. “Besides, someone who goes rushing around knocking into people without a care isn’t worth being polite to,” she shrugged.

#c: frankie

aspenblythe:

Aspen laughed. “I read more than is probably humanly healthy,” she said with a smile. Aspen was known to often have her nose deep in a book. She loved fiction and history and fantasy and she even loved reading for school. Aspen herself had spent many hours in this very library, and she was close to having read the entire thing. She cherished the smell of old parchment and mahogany and she thought there was nothing quite like it.

“I like history too. I’ll give you a little hint. If you look in the history section, there’s a book about all the secrets of Hogwarts, but it’s disguised as a history textbook. Maybe I can find it for you. It did me wonders in first year.” Aspen got up from her seat and sauntered over to the aisle of history books. She traced her finger along the hard spines of clunky history books, until she found it. It was an old, boring looking history encyclopedia, but Aspen knew the truth of what was inside.

“Here,” she said, handing it to Katie and sitting back down. “This will help you.”

Relieved to hear the girl was also a fan of reading, Katie looked on with interest as she ran off and brought her the textbook-looking thing. She hoped the girl was right, that this book would help her know the school as much as anyone else. She still remembered being late for class on her first day because everyone had assumed she already knew the staircases moved sometimes. That wasn’t a very fun experience for her.

She took the book and opened it, excited to get into the pages and read it all. Katie looked up and smiled. “Thank you, I really appreciate this. I went to Beauxbatons and our school had history and magic, but Hogwarts has many things I’m not used to. Like houses for example. My father went here so I knew about them, but I hadn’t experienced it before.”

#c: aspen

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Books are a way to have a conversation with the greatest minds of the world.

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runawayroxy:

Roxanne Weasley wasn’t easily startled. Unlike her brother, she was mild-tempered and consistent, reliably calm. It wasn’t often that anyone saw her veering dramatically to any side of the emotional scale–but when the confessions had first started appearing on her classmates’ chests, Roxy had come as near to public panic as anyone had ever witnessed. Her knuckles had gone white, her face so pale that her freckles where vibrant against her cheeks.

As it turned out, Roxy was good at beating the odds, as the words scrawled across her chest had changed a few times in the last week or so and had yet to betray her as violently as she’d once feared. MY BROTHER IS A GODDAMN PRICK. It was accurate, yes, and maybe not her favorite thing to be displayed to the world, but it was true and one of her better-known opinions.

Absently pouring over her Defense Against the Dark Arts book, the sixth year was lost in her own world. She had two essays due in the next week and not enough time in the world to get it all done. Two essays for DADA alone, not including the others. Not even counting studying for her OWLS, or Quidditch practice. Sometimes, it felt like she was drowning. But at least in this, she knew how to swim.

“–I’m sorry, did you say somethin’?”

For days, Katie had been walking around school with a book clutched tightly to her chest. What worse sort of first impressions could she make than walking around with some deep confession written on the front of her shirt? She wanted to blend in her first few months, and this was really preventing that. Luckily, she came to realize everyone else’s confessions made people more preoccupied with themselves than with what was written on the new girl’s clothes.

Seeing as she generally had the same underlying worries, her confession hadn’t changed yet. She assumed all this was some sort of elaborate prank, and she knew if someone was found in charge of all this, she would hate them forever. With the words I AM ALONE written across the front of her blouse, Katie avoided eye contact as she tried to find a quiet place to do homework. People seemed keen on avoiding each other, so space where there weren’t gossiping students was limited. She did see an empty seat across from a redhead who looked very focused, so she walked over, textbooks against her chest until she was asked to repeat herself. She slowly set down her books on the table and pointed to the seat across from the girl.

“I was just wondering if that seat was taken, I’ve been trying to find a place to do assignments all afternoon.” She tried not to notice the words on the other’s chest, but she assumed her brother must have been quite bad to warrant it.

#p: roxanne

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Matching Interests || Katie & Ada

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adakrum:

Slytherin, Ada’s mind immediately supplied, from the girl’s comment about the common room. And Beauxbatons, probably, going off of the girls’ accent and comment about transferring. “I just transferred to, from Durmstrang,” Ada offered, trying to give them something to relate to each other by. “I don’t mind either option,” she added, shrugging. “Whatever you want to do, just as long as I get to read it eventually, i”ll be happy.”

Her eyes and smile widened together when the girl mentioned Durmstrang, as a million questions popped into her head. “Well, to be honest, now I would rather hear all about Durmstrang than read this book,” she chuckled and handed the girl the book. “Tell me about it and the book’s yours, I can always read it afterwards. Oh, and my name is Katrine. Or just Katie actually,” she added, still getting used to being able to use an English nickname.

#p: ada #matching interests

funwithfrankie:

Frankie was in a rush to get to class on time. She didn’t want to be late again and wasn’t quite watching where she was going. “’Scuse me! Sorry!” She definitely didn’t mean to bump into Katie and hadn’t expected the response she had. Frankie was taken aback. She hated it when people were rude to her and she wasn’t one to take it lying down. “Yeah, I do mind actually.” She replied. “Don’t be a dick about it; it was clearly an accident.”

Katie’s brows rose and she scoffed, she couldn’t believe she was being called a dick when it was the other girl who had bumped into her. “The only thing that’s clear is that you should watch where you’re going, and possibly try not to go rushing around the halls. You might want to give being on time a try, I hear it does wonders for success rates.”

#c: frankie

aspenblythe:

“Yeah, again, I’m really sorry,” Aspen said. She took a seat beside the girl, and attempted at making conversation. Aspen was good at making conversation, it had always come naturally to her, but she really doubted herself at times. Her social anxiety made any excuse it could to appear out of nowhere and suffocate her.

“I love Hogwarts: A History, it’s definitely one of my favourites in this library. Do you read a lot?” she asked, clicking her polished nails against the wall.

Katie sat up a bit straighter when the girl sat down next to her. “It’s fine,” she assured her. With a nod, Katie gazed back to her book before meeting the girl’s eyes again. “I adore reading, mostly fiction but history has its merits too. I wanted to learn about the school, everyone seems to know these little secrets about it that I don’t.” With a bit of hesitation, she added a question of her own. “Do you read outside schoolwork too?”

#c: aspen

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KATRINE “KATIE” CELINE DUKE is a 17 year old PUREBLOOD, SLYTHERIN and she is in her 7th YEAR at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her role is TAKEN.

✔ — Ambitious, independent, caring ✘ — loner, daydreamer, detached.

ABOUT KATIE

WAND: 11 ½" Hawthorn wand with a Dragon Heartstring core, surprisingly swishy flexibility PET: Snowy Owl BOGGART: Her grandmother (mother’s mother)

Katie grew up in the English countryside, the daughter of two pureblood wizards. Her father was a former Slytherin who had spent his entire life trying to be a better person than his parents were. This created some distance between him and Katie because he was always leaving home to go out and try to make the world a better place, with little success. Katie heard stories of how upbeat he used to be, but he was a seventh year during the Battle of Hogwarts, where he had to choose to fight against his parents or be named an evil wizard. He couldn’t bring himself to do it, and his parents died that day. Katie’s mother was a witch from France who attended Beauxbatons. Marrying her was something Katie’s father did because it was what his parents wanted, and he might not have agreed with their views, but he wanted to do one thing according to their wishes.

With her father being away so often, and her mother often getting distracted by handsome wizards in the area, Katie became a very independent child, often getting lost in old wizarding storybooks. As a child, she imagined her father as the hero in every story, off to fight evils and bring peace. When Katie was nine years old, her mother decided they shouldn’t be stuck in England if her father was off travelling all the time, so they moved to France so they could be closer to that side of the family. Katie went from being on her own most of the time to being surrounded by her mother’s family, who were constantly trying to tell her how to behave and what she should look like. Katie retreated back to storybooks, but as she got older she became more interested in muggle novels. They all made magic seem new and exciting, and she loved using them to escape her judgmental family.

She liked going to Beauxbatons enough, but she hated being surrounded by her cousins. Katie constantly felt like they were keeping a watchful eye on her, reporting back to her mother every time she wasn’t upholding the good family image. Because of her more introverted personality, she found it hard to make friends, but she soon realized she enjoyed being alone more often anyways. She would often get postcards from her father, but by her early teens, she only saw him a few times a year. Katie spent most of her time doing homework and reading books. She was always an ambitious girl, but her ambitions were never things she didn’t think she could attain. By the time she was fourteen, she knew she wanted to travel the world and write adventure-like storybooks.

When Katie was sixteen, her mother left her a note saying she didn’t want to be married to a ghost of a husband. Katie knew that meant she had fallen for another man and had run off with him, she had seen them a few times. She immediately wrote to her father and pleaded to let her move back to their home in England and transfer to Hogwarts. Even though the school held painful memories for her father, she had always imagined herself calling it home. He agreed and for Katie’s seventh year, she transferred to Hogwarts and became a Slytherin. She likes her house always has someone to talk to about her travelling dreams, because there is always someone with dreams just as big as hers around. She is ready to soon pack her bags and set off to see the world, writing stories about characters having adventures like hers.

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Katrine "Katie" Celine Duke is creative property of mun Tasha

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