all falls down.

sterling rosenthal. ( seventh year, pureblood, neutral, slytherin. )

[jemthebiochem-blog]

She laughed again, the insult not even phasing her. “Trust me, we all know that. Alcohol’s ‘pposed to make you feel good. You should feel good! Maybe you just haven’t drank enough. Or too much.” 

[sterlingrosenthal-blog]

“This shit is just too weak. The only people that’ll get drunk off this is stupid fucking fifth years that’ve only gotten drunk at Christma with their grandmothers. With the number of long and boring events we’ve attended, if not even one of us has brought strong alcohol then we all deserve to be bored to death with these muggles.”

[hollymaran-blog]

“Someone owes me an explanation.” Holly slammed her hands down on the table, glaring at it’s occupants. “Who decided it was a good idea to spike the punch with amortentia and alcohol? Don’t they know it’s toxic if the two are mixed?”

[sterlingrosenthal-blog]

“Then, you should definitely treat yourself to a drink. Maybe two, or three for safe measure.”

[omegaohmy]

“I’m done showing up fashionably late. At least one Malfoy has to be functional tonight and looks like I got the short end of the stick. Guess I wont be having much fun.” Meg groaned, dumping her drink into the trash.

[sterlingrosenthal-blog]

“This is a school ball, not a pureblood event. Literally no one here cares what you lot get up to, so if you want to get shit-faced just get shit-faced and stop whining like a bitch.”

[jemthebiochem-blog]

The image of it made her laugh before she finished off her drink. “That’d be quite the sight. Some people just don’t know how to handle their alcohol,” she quipped with no sense of irony. “I’m clearly myself. I’m fabulous, Rosenthal. Maybe with a few more drinks in you, you’ll feel it too,” she winked.

[sterlingrosenthal-blog]

“Some people just really fucking do my head in,” he sipped more on his drink, visibly cringing as she winked at him. “And, what the fuck am I supposed to feel? Not even a thousand drinks would’ve made that wink attractive.”

[softheartcd-blog]

     ❝that’s it?❞ she asked, gentle voice voice breaking off into another sob. bron continued moving, shakily, for awhile, in near silence. FILTHY BLOOD TRAITOR. if she had a galleon for every time she’d heard that. bron had accepted that because she refused to outwardly denounce muggles and the like, the society her parents forced her into would never be welcoming. it was a small price to pay to display solidarity for the victims of prejudice. however, the brand of ridicule she faced seemed much more  p e r s o n a l  than the usual punishment for such a crime. in fact, aside from the haughtiness, mostly she witnessed other blood traitors being ignored. ❝i’ve seen crius be less hateful towards muggleborns,❞ she started, confusion and sadness lacing her tone. ❝you call me names, you humiliate me. you yell at me and crius… you know WELL enough what he does,❞ she shook her head. ❝and you’re not even completely sure why, are you? other than the fact that it’s easy. don’t you… don’t you feel anything, sterling? don’t you SEE what you’re doing?❞

[sterlingrosenthal-blog]

“Shut up...” He harshly muttered once Bronwyn brought up Crius. It was difficult to defend a guy whose actions he’d never forgive if committed against his own twin sister, or his friends. But he’d shoot down anyone that spoke a bad word about his best-friend. “I said shut the fuck up, Bronwyn! Fucking Salazar, how annoying do you want to fucking be?!” Utterly exasperated at the length of conversation, he drastically turned to fully face her, arms spread open in a confrontational manner. If it hadn’t been for her hopping and hobbling around, if it hadn’t been for the fact that she genuinely seemed in dire need of medical attention, he would have left her at that moment. Something stopped him from being as heartless as he wished he could be, and he refused to believe it was anything other than avoiding detention. “Give me a fucking break, Bronwyn. If you don’t like it, then stop letting it happen. Stop being so fucking weak. It’s pathetic! You don’t even try to stand up to us. You just fucking cry. Do you think looking like a sad fuck and asking all these questions when we’re alone is going to make it easier for you tomorrow morning?” His voice was strangely controlled, less aggressive and angry. “Stop thinking it’s something personal, because it’s not. We’re fucking dickheads, we pick on the easy ones. The answer’s pretty fucking simple if you want it to stop. We’ll just find someone else.” He shrugged. “Now, I’m this close to losing my fucking shit, and I really don’t want that to happen, so can you fucking please... I’m asking you nicely... do not ask another stupid fucking question and just walk?”

[stcrmwithskin-blog]

“I don’t need alcohol to be honest with people to tell them that some of their outfits are fucking HORRIBLE.”

[sterlingrosenthal-blog]

“Then, I’m sure you don’t need alcohol to figure out that no one gives a flying fuck what you think, Victor.”

[jemthebiochem-blog]

“Don’t be such a downer! It’s really killing my whole vibe, y’know? You look like you need a drink,” Aspen giggled, grabbing another glass and handing it over to the other person. “Cheers,” she hummed, holding her drink out the clumsily knock it against the other’s. 

[sterlingrosenthal-blog]

Sterling downed his drink, not caring how strange it smelt. “I’ve seen about four fucking people cry so far, Yaxley. This close to flipping a table over them to shut them the fuck up.” He grabbed another one, and this time stuck a straw in it. “You, on the other hand, seem a little less... you.”

[leogreensass]

“Why are you acting like this?” She asked, voice shaking with fear as she watched him smash the chair onto the ground. “I just wanted you out of the seat because it was someone else’s. That’s all.” Leonie mumbled as tears crawled down her cheeks, though she prepared herself for a blow from his hand. “Please stop.”

[sterlingrosenthal-blog]

Sterling turned round, ready to shout at Leonie about how there were so many other chairs, but he caught the fear that coloured her features as well as her tears and he froze, a wave of guilt swallowing him up. “I--...” His mouth opened to apologise, but he could barely utter the first syllable. He hated how he couldn’t control his anger, and what that meant for others. It made him feel so stupid. Luckily, however, a raging professor called him over. “Just... don’t... piss me off again,” he muttered under his breath as he walked away.

[leogreensass]

If looks could kill the boy would have dropped dead right there in the chair. “Fuck off, Sterling.” She grabbed the paper between her hands and ripped it right down the middle before pulling it from his hands to toss it to the other side of the room. “Leave me alone.” With a flick of her wand and a mumbled spell the chair tipped forwards sending him out of the seat. “Now.”

[sterlingrosenthal-blog]

Sterling crashed to the floor before he could react to Leonie ripping the paper. Livid was an optimistic assessment of how his current state. “What the fuck, Leonie?!” He roared like a wild beast. White hot rage burned inside him as he jumped to his feet, and pushed her table over getting up in Leonie’s face. “You don’t own this fucking castle, you stupid fucking bitch,” he seethed. As if he hadn’t caused enough ruckus, he grabbed the legs of the chair he’d fallen out of and smashed it onto the ground. “Why the fuck do you have to get me so fucking angry?!”

[nxzabini-blog]

“That’s so clever–you must’ve practiced for ages–and particularly ironic coming from you; after all, you’re walking evidence that cavemen live among us still. Tell me, Sterling–has Binks been cruel enough to convince you that mop on your head is actually attractive, or are you such a poor wizard that you haven’t mastered conjuring a mirror?”

[sterlingrosenthal-blog]

“What, and your muggle boyfriend gave you that one, did he? It was so weak and stupid, couldn’t possibly have come from you. Oh, caveman, really fucking got me there. I mean, I can’t say I’m surprised you went to insult my looks, since everyone knows the four of you -- wait, I mean three of you -- are shallow as fuck, but at least fucking pretend you’re not. Unless you’ve gotten soft since that stupid as fuck serenade from your cheesy as fuck muggle boyfriend. Thought you’d be harder to please than that, but everyone’s full of surprises, I guess.”

[softheartcd-blog]

     ❝annoy you, then. i don’t mean to do that.❞ he was pouting like he was upset. she listened to him rant, and felt increasingly more like taking a detour to her dorm room and crying in private. she could never pick out what exactly it was she’d done to enrage sterling, and binks, and crius. all of them. it wasn’t that she doubted her capacity to do something stupid, it was that she really had no idea how someone could dislike another person so intensely when she barely uttered a word to them in the first place. at his last ‘ fucking ’ bron did let out a small cry. ❝merlin, why do you HATE me so much?❞ she asked, brows furrowed together over her shoulder at him.

[sterlingrosenthal-blog]

“What?!” He spat back almost immediately, as her question threw him off completely. “Well, th--... That’s another stupid fucking question, isn’t it?” It wasn’t. It wasn’t at all, and moments continued to pass as he came short of a decent answer. A blood traitor, yes, but there was more to it than that. She was easy to pick on, thus easy to laugh at; merely a source of entertainment to brighten their boring school days. “I could go on all day, but we have to get you to a fucking hospital wing, don’t we? I’ll tell you one thing, though. You’re a filthy blood traitor. Obviously I’m not going to fucking like you, am I? Now let’s go.”

[nxzabini-blog]

“I’ve had enough… of your insolence.”

[sterlingrosenthal-blog]

“Well, your friends with Leonie, so I’m sure you could even handle a rude gorilla if you came across one.”

[softheartcd-blog]

     when his hands moved toward her, bronwyn really DID flinch. as if they were intended to hurt, not help. how was she supposed to know the difference with sterling and his friends? all they ever did was hurt her in one way or another. she bit back the sounds that came along with crying, even if tears dampened her eyes. ❝i didn’t mean to,❞ ——— she stopped trying to explain herself. ❝i know. i’m sorry,❞ bron apologised for the third time. this time, when she began walking again, her fists clenched in pain by her sides, she didn’t make noises. ❝i don’t MEAN to upset you, sterling.❞ 

[sterlingrosenthal-blog]

And now she was crying. The hushed cackles of his friends’ as he left to escor Bronwyn rang in his ears, which did nothing to calm his already flared temper. “I’m not upset, Bronwyn.” He stuffed his hands into his pockets, pouting like a grumpy toddler. “I’m just a bit fucking annoyed that I’m missing out on my education, but I guess you really needed someone to watch you drag along your fucked leg? Fuck, teachers are so stupid.” He glanced down at her leg, grimacing slightly at the state of her wound. “I mean, you’re fucking crying, again, and I’m just having a normal fucking conversation with you?” 

[softheartcd-blog]

     the flinch at his harsh words could be easily mistaken as one from the sharp stinging pain stemming from her leg. it wasn’t like he was wrong. she was stupid, stupid enough trip and injure herself. and be forced upon someone who so clearly hated her. a stupid, clumsy burden. ❝sorry,❞ she said, quietly, and tried to will herself to hurry. only to stumble toward the floor. ❝i’m sorry, i… ow, ow,❞ bron whimpered whilst trying to stand. 

[sterlingrosenthal-blog]

"What the fuck...” Sterling threw his hands in the air, entirely stupefied, really fucking flummoxed, and just generally speechless. Did Crius finally have sex with her? Why couldn’t she walk like a normal person? “Is this a fucking joke?” Sterling looked around to see if anyone else was seeing this ridiculousness. “Fucking hell, stop making weird noises,” he groaned, and begrudgingly helped her up, though he tried to keep her at maximum distance as if she was a bag of poo. “This isn’t me helping you, by the way. I just want to get back to fucking class as quick as possible, so if you could not do this every 100m, that’d be great, because I’m not fucking carrying you, if that’s what you’re thinking. No fucking way.”

[softheartcd-blog]

@sterlingrosenthal.

     ❝do you think it’ll hurt?❞

[sterlingrosenthal-blog]

“Are you fucking stupid? How the fuck am I supposed to know that? Actually, don’t answer that. Just don’t talk at all. Focus on walking quicker, will you? I go to school to learn, not assist stupid girls like you that trip so hard they have to go to the fucking hospital wing.”

[tragicvm-blog]

—- “my K N I G H T, are you?” binks asked, wielding a faint smile for him when he looked back up. sterling’s laughter was one of her favourite noises. unfortunately for the two of them, it only served to soften her resolve even further. how were they supposed to be just friends when he looked at her like he did? how could they trusted to be alone? “i do,” she replied. “and fleur, of course,” binks followed. listening to him describe what he’d do to the giant squid, she knew she should have inserted in a laugh there somewhere. laughing was keeping things light, FRIENDLY. but instead she just looked at him, brows pulled together. “even lacking fights with oversized lake creatures, lately i’m the happiest when i’m with you, you know?” binks eyes dropped to her lap. “i s’pose it’s your smile. i think about it when i’m not with you sometimes… you make everything feel a little less awful.” she hugged herself, like she suddenly realised it was cold out. “i’m so thankful to have a…  someone,” the word was said carefully, like she could  b r e a k  it if it had been uttered wrongly, “——— like you, sterling.”

[sterlingrosenthal-blog]

“A knight to you, but an ogre to everyone else apparently,” he shrugged. Sterling had a habit of only being able to hold Binky’s gaze for merely a couple of seconds at most, and it was most fleeting whenever she returned his smiles. “You are?” He hated how he sounded so hopeful, how his eyes betrayed it, too. He had no idea she felt the same way. As she continued, however, he felt his cheeks instantly heat up, and a shy smile slowly spread across his lips despite his resistance. “I care about you a lot, so-- ” he gulped, cautious in his choice of words, for he could feel the conversation steering into forbidden territory. “I’m glad.” Stupid. He was so stupid. It was so cold, and yet he hadn’t given her his jacket. Hurriedly sliding it off, he leaned in slightly to throw it over her but felt his heart race, so quickly receded to hanging it off her one shoulder with a quiet ‘have it’. How fucking stupid. For some reason, her statement felt like a confession. It eased him. “You do, you know? You do have me.” In every way possible. “Never forget that for me, will you? Even if we... I don’t know, drift apart after school or, I don’t care what it is, but if anything makes you doubt how much you mean to me, forget it. You will always have me.”

[nathaniel-burks]

You’d think waxing your broom would make it a lot faster.. Turns out it just makes it super slippery and causes a deathly fall.

[sterlingrosenthal-blog]

“And now we have this dumb fuck thinking he’s flying a fucking ski? Fucking hell, I hate this stupid school.”