sophie b.

sophie olivia bouchard *the mighty bouch* seventh year, ravenclaw (partner-in-arms with beck castillo) **sensitive business should be conducted in person or by owl.** you know the drill, lovecats.

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“What in the world was that?” Xanthe ran towards the sound of a crash

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“The sweet sound of vengeance,” Sophie replied as Xanthe arrived at the top of the stairway. On the landing one flight down, Skylar Tibbets lay in a heap, groaning but alive. Sophie held a Quidditch broom in one hand, and a cold compress against her bruised eye with the other.

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SOPHIE & CAM

He considered for a moment. Although the moonshine had been rough going down, the buzz now was pleasant enough. “I could probably manage to get back to the common room no problem.” Clearing his throat a bit, Cam nodded over at Sophie. “Thanks for dipping into your secret stash to keep me sane. If you drink alcohol made by professionals, I could get you something else, as a thank you.”

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“Any time, love. Just don’t go spreadin’ around the whereabouts of my hidin’ spots, now.” She stood, not entirely steady but not that bad, considering how much she’d consumed. Offering her arm to escort him down the stairs--- likely to be more of an operation than they expected, it usually was--- Sophie said as they descended, “Professional alcohol? What novelty, tell me more...”

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“Seven years here, probably heard everything that old bird can throw at us.” He laughs, crossing his arms. “My personal favorite is the one about walking on four, two and three legs. Watched it stump some third years for a couple of hours. Quite amusing if I do say so myself.”

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“Maybe the real test of a Ravenclaw is when you realize riddles don’t really test intelligence, the bird’s completely full of it, and if we had internet access in the castle everyone’d be runnin’ into our Common Room all the fuckin’ time,” she mused, before frowning. “Eh, speakin’ of. What is the time, then?” she asked Eros.

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“Never said I wasn’t an asshole, Bouchard.” Eros laughs softly, shaking his head. “I just think that they should figure it out for themselves. They did get sorted into Ravenclaw.”

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She grinned. “Neither did I, Anderson, just that you can’t get away with the grouchy old codger act quite yet. You can still be a standard-type asshole. ‘Sides, gettin’ sorted here doesn’t excuse that bird bein’ a tool to children. And some of the riddles are plain ridiculous. Y’ever got the one about the man who’s not a man?”

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“You know, whenever I see first years locked out of Ravenclaw Tower because they won’t figure out the riddle, I feel bad at first. But then, I remember that I got locked out for maybe two days before I figured it out my first year. And if I had to go through that, so do they.”

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“That so? ‘Cause that’s the sort of logic that old people use when they’re bein’ dicks.” She gave him a once over. “You’re not that old yet, don’t think you can get away with it. Consider tryin’ again in, say, fifty or sixty years.”

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Sammie observed before cupping his hands around his mouth and calling, “go on!” After a moment with no discernible difference in it’s flight pattern, he shrugged. “S’pose this is a bird you cannot change~” he sung. 

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“Don’t think it understands ya, pet,” Sophie said consolingly. “Mean, even if it does speak English, you might need to Scots it up a bit.” She mirrored Sammie’s position, cupping around her mouth, and shouted, “Scoot yer boot!“

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SOPHIE & CAM

Cam had leaned in as she pulled the pit from her mouth for inspection. “It’s got a skeleton,” he whispered. He snickered suddenly, a sound that nearly surprised him. It wasn’t really so much of a skeleton, just the pit adopting a more animalistic shape. “I hope mine hasn’t got eye sockets,” the Slytherin acknowledged, then ate his plum-potamus in two quick bites. Squinting his eyes closed, he offered the pit for her to okay it before he got a good look. “Does it?”

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She looked. “No eye sockets, so far as I can see? Think you’re in the clear.” She tilted her pit skeleton this way and that, examining it. “I’d keep it for a souvenir, but end of the day, it’s still just a gross fruit pit that happens t’have limbs now.” She set hers down, and stretched her arms up over her head as she yawned. “Woof. The drink’s hittin’ me, I think. How’s about we call it a night, for the time bein’? Think we’re sufficiently prepared to face friends and foes downstairs?” She wasn’t sure if she meant ‘drunk enough’ or ‘sober enough’ when she asked that.

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up in flames, down to work || sophie, self-para

Sophie couldn’t quite comprehend what she was reading, and for once in her life, had to return to the beginning of the letter.

Dear Sophie,

Your mother and I are writing to give you some bad news. There’s been a fire. Everyone is fine, but the house isn’t liveable any more.

We’re trying to sort out options that would work best, but unfortunately the insurance situation just didn’t work out, and we had to take out more money than we realized. The fund we set up, for college for you, has been largely used up. We’re very sorry to have to tell you this. But with your grades, we’re sure you’ll have plenty of scholarship opportunities. Have you been participating in extra circulars or volunteering anywhere during the summers? That would be beneficial.

Try to keep your marks up. We trust that you’ll do adequately in your final exams.

Sincerely, Your mother.

She folded the single sheet of paper up, pinching the creases in her fingers tightly as she thought. After a moment’s consideration, she stood from the Ravenclaw table, and sidled over to Beck Castillo at Hufflepuff. She slid onto the bench beside him, and gave him a lazy grin. “Got a proposition for ya. Seems I’m goin’ to be needin’ more than my looks to get by...” She stole a chip off his plate. She could tell by his face he was intrigued. Extra circulars, mother? Fine idea, that, she thought to herself smugly.

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“Nice thinkin’ there, Sophie.” Shreya took up the other half, resting it on her shoulder. “Jeez these things are heavy. I mean, I’ve carried heavier things but come on. What’s it made of? Carpets?”

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“Don’t worry, you’ll receive compensation for your hard work,” Sophie assured her. Any number of substances, be they legal, illegal, or downright strange, were at Sophie’s disposal, not to mention other things she could get ahold of. “But to answer your question, I think it’s more like carpet’s fancy cousin. Think this one’s silk,” she added. “So blame the silkworms.”

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Reasoning || Cora & Sophie (Detective AU)

I knocked carefully on the door to the London apartment building, waiting patiently until the door was open by the downstairs housekeeper Lennon. I smiled brightly at her, and she returned it wearily. I could only imagine what sort of stress Sophie had been putting her through during my absence, and she had my sympathy.

“Sophie?” I called as I knocked on the door to her apartment, pushing it open after a moment, I had learned that if I waited for Sophie to open the door I would be waiting hours. The sight that greeted me was the standard- chaos that made sense only to Sophie, however to my detective trained eye it seemed even worse than usual. I sighed, but a prickle of excitement shot up my spine. Another case then.

“It’s Cora. Have you eaten, slept, or bathed since I left?” I doubted it. Coming into the living room, I finally saw Sophie herself, where the brunt of the mess seemed to be focused. “Is that a sword?” 

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I was mid-way through my trial testing, determining the size and angles of the slice marks left by various blades, when Antonelli spoke up again. I gave her a moment’s glance, before correcting her. Apparently she’d left and returned, though I had assumed she’d simply fallen asleep and stopped talking. “A shamshir, to be precise.” Raising the blade above my head, I brought it down on the large cured ham, hacking a chunk off and examining the cut before popping the piece in my mouth. 

After I swallowed, I addressed Cora’s other concerns. “I’ve had bits here and there, but most of it’s gone towards the tests.” I looked around me. When I’d asked Lennon to bring the meat for me, I seemed to recall she’d included a plate with an assortment of vegetables, too, but that had mysteriously disappeared. “As for sleep, I’ll do that later, when I’m bored. Get wind of any mysteries, while you were... doin’ whatever it was you were doin’?” 

Cora had proved to be a good companion, and she had her uses, but she’d disappear sometimes like this and that could be irritating in a minor way. What she did out on her own to entertain herself, I could never guess. Shop? Go see movies? Something mundane like that, probably.

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“Nice. You know what this means?”

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“Means,” she said, hoisting her half of the rolled tapestry up onto her shoulder, “I’m up one sexy depiction of a centaur for the lair, and the school doesn’t have to keep puttin’ potted plants in strategic positions to keep that hallway rated PG. Everybody’s a winner. Come on.” Sophie led them in the direction of Ravenclaw tower.

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After receiving the go-ahead, Sammie stepped forward and pulled open his robe to release a flock of miniature pigeons. “Be free, little ones!”

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The mini pigeons took to the air, but one of them was left behind, circling idly. “What’s the matter with it?” Sophie said crossly. “Hurt? Or just the dim one of the bunch?”