sofia marie

sof, 16. ravenclaw | the perfect kid. astronomer

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maledicentella:

Marcella raised an eyebrow as the girl in front of her spoke, looking over her shoulder to make sure it was actually directed towards her. “Um, no. Not that I’m aware of at least?” She shrugged as she turned back to face her.  But who knows, someone’s always doing something stupid around here.”

“‘become a prefect! it’s great,” Sof said mockingly, rolling her eyes. “it’s babysitting a bunch of snotty kids, is what it is.” normally, Sof wouldn’t complain - she’d waited years to be a prefect. But currently, she was tired, stressed, and a tad bit scared, and the antics of the underclassmen were starting to tick her off. “i’m surprised not more kids have died, honestly. with the antics these idiots pull? the other day, one dumped a barrel of Filibusters Wet-Start-No-Heat Firecrackers in the lake, while they were in the lake.”

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Sofia Carter at the Christmas Ball, Dec 25, 2015. taken by a friend with a wizarding camera

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catrionabrown:

Catriona slung her bag over her shoulder as she finished packing it up. ‘’Personal?’’ Cat questioned raising an eyebrow at her. ‘’Okay, I’ll bite.’’ she said as they walked out of the library into the halls. 

‘‘How am I?’‘ Cat echoed, with a confused tone. ‘‘I’m very well thank you? Obviously what’s going on right now sucks and it’s really shitty, but I’m lucky that it’s not affecting me on a personal level. My Dad works in the department of mysteries, he just keeps to himself.’‘ she shrugged before turning to Sofia. ‘‘How are you? I know your family are all ministry workers, that must be pretty hard for you?’‘ she asked sincerely. 

There were a lot of unused corridors in Hogwarts, so Cat lead them there, sitting down on a window sil, down an abandoned corridor which as far as she could see didn’t actually lead anywhere. She wasn’t really sure what Sofia was wanting, but if she wanted to talk to someone Cat was more than happy to listen to her. ‘’What’s on your mind?’’ She asked, eyeing Sofia’s expression. ‘’You look deep in thought.’’

“The Department of Mysteries? That’s neat,” Sof raised an eyebrow. She nodded at the girl’s question. “Yeah - most of them at least. Dad works for the Daily Prophet, but he’s the odd one out.” She, too, shrugged. “They’re all safe, at least. Just busy. My mum said that things at the Ministry are just chaos right now.” Even with Potter and Weasley returned, the Ministry was in a panic. Her Aunt Megan had collapsed from exhaustion a couple days ago, according to the daily owls she was getting from her parents. The Prophet was similarly busy. News outlets always profited from chaos.

she sat across from Cat, still unsure of how to bring it up. Eventually, she just asked, so Sofia took a breath, and smiled bashfully. 

“I think...I’m your twin sister?” 

Without pausing to give the other girl an opportunity to say anything, Fia nervously began babbling. “I found this, this letter, over the summer, see? And then I - well I asked my mum first, but she kinda just; well, she shut me down i guess, so I started investigating myself - my father taught me the basics of investigation when i was young, and it wasn’t hard - just searching through old records, and owling people, and a few simple spells - though one was a bit of magic that was decently advanced, i suppose. Oh, and I had to interview someone during a Hogsmede weekend - but that’s not important. I found records, of our mother, and our birth certificates. we’re sisters.” she thrust Cat both birth certificates, twisting her sleeves in her hands nervously. 

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catrionabrown:

Recently, Catriona had been throwing herself into school. Looking for a distraction from it all, if she wasn’t studying or in class she was down at the Quidditch pitch working on her technique. She hadn’t thought about the letter from her fathers study in days, she’d pushed it to the back of her mind. There was too much going on for her to think about some mother that never cared enough. Her father wouldn’t tell her anything about her, which hurt Cat, they never had secrets, but for some reason this was one he’d decided to keep from her. But, she trusted her Dad if he didn’t want to tell her there must be a reason behind it. So she didn’t press the issue any further. 

On this particular day, Catriona had gotten up early to go to a mad Quidditch practise that James decided to put on at the very last minute. Then she’d headed to the library to try and at least cover some of the basis for her Defence against the Dark Arts essay, as well as trying to figure out the next prefects monitor. She had a hand tangled in her hair as she scribbled down notes from her textbook, it wasn’t until she went to stretch that she noticed that there was someone standing just infront of her, she pushed her hair from her face and looked up, she recognised the girl as Sofia Carter, a prefect from Ravenclaw. She gave her a soft smile as she spoke. 

‘‘Hi, we do?’‘ She raised an eyebrow at her, but she seemed like it was urgent so she packed her stuff and grabbed her bag. ‘‘Sure, is this about the prefect schedule? I was just looking at it now!’‘

sofia nodded as Cat packed her stuff, though she shook her head at the mention of the schedule. “i did see that, but uh no, this is - more personal. i guess.” she wasn’t sure how to bring it up. ‘hey what was your childhood like because i was adopted but apparently im your sister’? that didn’t seem like a good way to do it. 

“how...are you?” sof asked once they were walking through the halls and they could talk above a hushed whisper. it wasn’t really what she meant to ask - she was thinking more along the lines of who are you, but there was no polite way to say that. 

she looked at the other girl out of the corner of her eye as they meandered through hogwarts. the longer she looked the longer she could see the similarities. she’d found a few pictures of Annabelle, and she could see the resemblance to both of them there too. it was weird, realizing that it was all true.

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hcnrynchls:

The one day that Henry hated more than Christmas was his BIRTHDAY, which conveniently was just a few days before Christmas. It was that one day when all he wanted to do was to just disappear and let people forget he exists. His parents surely did that, once they got bored with making sure he knew how inconvenient his birth was to them. For a long time the only person that remembered and insisted on celebrating that day was his older brother, Jonathan. He’d always show up with a present, wrapped sloppily because he doesn’t have any artistic skills and a small birthday cake – chocolate, Henry’s favourite. And every year, Henry’s wish was for all of it to just… stop. But after he blew that candle, nothing ever happened. Not all of the wishes do come true, apparently.

This year was Henry’s seventeenth birthday – the most important one in every wizard’s life. The day when he finally becomes an adult, a day so hugely celebrated by many. But all Henry wanted was to forget about this dreaded day, hoping that in the light of recent events nobody would even bother with remembering that oh, it’s Henry’s birthday! The most important day of the year, eh? 

Unfortunately, his brother did. As an Auror, he should be busy with making sure the students at Hogwarts and the residents of Hogsmeade are safe instead of being so extra with his love he had for his little brother. Henry hasn’t seen him in days so he couldn’t have anticipated that he would wake up to his dorm room decorated as if it was a child’s surprise birthday party and a stack of presents lying around by his bed. But that wasn’t even the worst. There were bloody BALLOONS flying above Henry’s head, following his every step. He tried to get rid of them, both the magic and muggle way but new ones always appeared. Jonathan’s magic was simply too smart for Henry, as much as he hated to admit it. 

He walked down the castle’s halls, his facial expression saying it all – say something and I will kill you. But a boy has gotta eat, so when he made his way to the Great Hall, he just hoped that nobody was going to stop him and ask what is this about or WORSE, wish him a happy birthday.

“That’s a neat bit of magic,” Sof smiled, pointing up at the balloons. She’d been passing by looking for Indie to give her the new prefect rotation, but couldn’t find her and instead had been distracted by the balloons. “who did it?” based on the frown on the boy’s face, Fia was pretty certain that he hadn’t done it to himself. that, and that it seemed like fairly advanced magic. sofia wanted to know all about it immediately.

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@catrionabrown

sofia marie carter. daughter. pureblood. ravenclaw. prefect. for nearly all of her life, sofia’s identity was clear. she was supposed to be the perfect daughter, she was supposed to fulfill her prefect duties, she was supposed to follow her mother into the ministry. and fia had always accepted that easily, until she found the letter in her mother’s study. after that - suddenly sofia’s world was a little more open. her mother - her adoptive mother, sofia had to remind herself - told her to let it alone, and that it didn’t matter. But it did matter to Sof. And if she was gonna disobey her mother to find out more about her birth family, why shouldn’t she study astronomy? why shouldn’t she become a writer or an astronomer, or whatever the hell she wanted? it was her life. and now that she knew that she wasn’t technically a Carter by blood, some of the pressure to live up to the name had worn off. 

Really, Sof was just having an identity crisis. But if there was anything she’d learned in life, it was how to deal with crises, so she did what she always did, and began to gather information. She matched the letter to a woman named Annabelle Grey, though whether she was alive or not was unknown. Looking into Annabelle’s - her mother’s - life was a good distraction to the neo-dark mess that was sweeping across the Wizarding World. There wasn’t much information on her - a birth certificate, and some old school records. Annabelle had been either muggleborn, or a muggle, it seemed. Sofia wasn’t entirely sure. The real shock came when Sofia mailed the county office, asking for any legal records they had on Annabelle. An owl dropped off a parcel at breakfast, and Sof ripped open the envelope and stared at the piece of paper in her hand blankly. It was a birth certificate, though it wasn’t her birth certificate. Hers was enclosed as well, but this birth certificate? It was for her sister. Her twin sister. 

Sofia had a twin sister.

From there, it hadn’t been hard to find her. The other girl attended Hogwarts as well, and she was a prefect, like Sof. Her name was Cat and she was a Gryffindor. That was pretty much all Sof really knew about the other girl. She found her in the library, and Sof stood, clasping her hands nervously until Cat looked up. 

“hi - can we chat? i think we need to talk.”

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albiesevs:

“Let’s play a little game why don’t we? It’s called unless you’re here to give me to the History of Magic exam I have to resit tomorrow shut up. Because talking about my feelings or letting myself be upset, whatever you want me to do isn’t going to help me pass and it sure as hell isn’t going to find my father, or anyone else for that matter.”

“i was just gonna give you my notes, you dolt,” sofia rolled her eyes as the boy snapped. they were all on edge - some dealing with it better than others. for fia, she’d just become less kind under the added stress of a possible third war. for albus, it seemed, he’d lost his patience entirely. “the ravenclaws took the midterm yesterday. it wasn’t that bad, as long as you revise. do you want the notes or not?”

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ofteddylvpin:

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it was early morning, and the sun was shining through the stained glass and making for a rather picturesque hallway. teddy knew if vic had been there she would’ve taken at least ten photos of the lightbeams dancing around, but he shook the thought from his mind as he remembered why he was sitting outside the ravenclaw common room before his morning class with a pile of books in his lap.

the young wizard had come this close to dozing off when he realized sofia was exiting the common room, and he blinked a few times and held the books up tiredly. “ i brought some books, ” he said simply, lazily dropping them back into his lap. “ some kids tried to steal ‘em last time, so i brought some myself. ”

sofia, for maybe the first time in her life was late. okay, maybe that was an exaggeration. she was hardly going to miss breakfast, or be tardy to her first class, but she’d woken up twenty minutes later than usual, which meant that no one was patrolling the front corridor. being a prefect was hard when sof was more into staying up late to watch the stars move across the sky. she was rushing out of the common room when she almost stumbled on top of someone. frowning, she looked down to reprimand them, but when she noticed who it was, a smile brightened her face, reprimand forgotten. 

“aw - you brought them all the way here for me?” sof smiled, clasping her hands together delightedly. “thank you. that’s got to be the nicest thing anyone’s done for me all week.” she took the books from him, hugging them to her chest as though they were the last copies on earth. after the week she’d had - breaking up fights, comforting underclassmen who were scared with the current news, and arguing with her family - the gesture seemed that much sweeter. “have you had breakfast yet?”

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zcrcdubois:

the bruise around her eye throbbed like crazy, but she wasn’t upset about it. she wasn’t upset about any of it. she didn’t care about what her face looked like, because she knew what the other girl looked like. she remembered how she swung her fist around and broke the bitch’s nose the MUGGLE way. 

fighting someone wasn’t really something that zara would do on a normal basis, she wasn’t VIOLENT. it was just something about their current situation. everything was falling apart and it felt as if there was another war on the horizon. if there was, zara was going to give up on her magic completely. the whole idea of a war was fucking stupid to her. she was SCARED and she hated being scared. there was no fucking reason to be scared of a world that brought her so much joy, but here she was fucking terrified.

she sat up against the tree that her and nathaniel sat under only a week ago. she was in his exact position, bottle in one hand and book in the other. she sat alone, or she thought she did until she heard someone creep behind her.

“ look, i’m not really in the mood for someone to be sneaking up on me.”

“sorry - didn’t mean to,” sof said softly. it was one of her dormmates - zara. with a bottle in hand, it was pretty clear she wasn’t in a social mood - though that didn’t mean she ought to be left alone. as a prefect, fia was probably supposed to give her detention fpr the drinking or something, but with the recent news, sof couldn’t really blame her. 

sofie turned to go, but then zara turned her head enough for her to see the blossoming shiner, and sof gasped sympathetically. “that looks - bad. do i wanna know?” sof examined it a moment. “i couldn’t get rid of it entirely, but i can spell it to hurt less. or i can make a quick draught if you’re uncomfortable with my wand pointing at your face,” sof offered gently. 

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Mythology moodboard: Asteria Ἀστερία, meaning “of the stars, starry one,” was the titan goddess of nocturnal oracles and falling stars. she is the daughter of titans coeus and phoebe, and the sister of leto.