dreams don't work unless you do

[summerharlowe]

❝You have a reputation to destroy?❞ He muttered, one dark brow arched up as he regarded her with overt disbelief. Darcy gratefully took to the bottle back from her and snorted, graceless and far from the gentleman he’d been supposedly brought up to be. ❝Sounds good to me.❞ Braiding hair and giggling about boys was obnoxious, but it was certainly simpler than a burst lip and bloody noses. If anything, his stint so far in the ravenclaw tower had forced him to brush up on his healing magic. Possibly aggravated his lack of sleep with a refusal to return to his bed each night — as enticing as it was to have a bed pressed up against Fraser’s Darcy would rather not. ❝I can assure you it’s not sunshine and rainbows in the raven tower but it’s tepid…❞ He drew his knees up to his chest, scraping polished squeaky soles against the stone as he exhaled with a low whistle. Darcy shrugged and tipped the bottle back, gagging as it burned but swallowing it anyway, and passed it back to her. He didn’t want to be here any longer. Seams were starting to burst and it was only a matter of time before Darcy Oldridge collapsed. He wasn’t sure he could pick up the fragments and glue them back together this time. Not with the school as an audience.

❝Look—- Summer,❞ he fumbled over her name as if it had burnt his tongue. ❝About our situation… I didn’t ask for it but I don’t think my parents will be easily persuaded out of it.❞ At that Darcy reached for the second bottle and despite the foul taste, took a hearty swig of it. ❝I’m sorry.❞

"Of course. Cold-hearted bitch is my reputation, it's what the people expect from me," Summer replied quickly, glancing over at Darcy while flashing her most charming smile. It was true, she would say something cruel, and it wasn't even a surprise anymore. If she got drunk and started giggling, she wouldn't be keeping up her image. She had imagined that the Ravenclaw dorms would be better than the Gryffindor dorms, but clearly not. "I think it was kind of bound to get tense and weird anyway though, you're used to a specific way of living, and suddenly you're forced into another room with different people. I've hated it from the first second." Summer never would have expected for the two of them to sit down and drink together, but there they were, passing the bottle back and forth between them. She took another swig of the bottle and smiled. If anything, it was good that the two of them were having regular conversations, especially considering that they were meant to be getting married after graduation. They might as well learn to get along.

Summer had the bottle tipped back to take another sip when Darcy practically stumbled over her name. She looked over, the smile fainting from the face. "I know. I know you didn't ask for it, I didn't either. But we're going to figure out a way to get out of it. We're going to figure it out, okay?" She clinked the bottle against the second bottle Darcy had pulled out, lips quirking up in a tense smile. "Don't be sorry. Get drunk, we can get to know each other. Just in case we end up getting stuck together."

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@summerharlowe

The perks of being a prefect were slim, but when Darcy considered the bootleg booze he’d managed to confiscate, and divert from ending up in a dusty dungeon cabinet, the long night patrols didn’t seem so bad. He had a bottle in each hand to offer to Harlowe. ❝Hooch firewhisky that might burn a hole in your throat, or…❞ He angled the second bottle to slosh the contents and take a guess. ❝Something that most definitely isn’t giggle water…❞ Darcy grimaced, the perks weren’t necessarily always fantastic. He tossed Summer one bottle and kept the haphazard firewhisky discarding the stopper to take a sniff. It was repulsive, but good enough he assumed not to kill them. He took a swig then passed it to her. ❝I’d stick to this…seems drinkable.❞ Darcy took the moment to roll the sleeves of his pristine shirt to his elbows, back firmly against the wall and then soon after the back of his head too. He muddled for abit in that awkward silence before delving back to familiar, easy conversation. ❝How’s the new dorm?❞

It was normally all serious whenever Summer was on Prefect patrol, but the last few weeks had been kind of stressful. Not being able to escape to her dorm whenever things got too complicated or too stressful was difficult. And then there was the fact that her parents and Darcy's parents had decided that they would be married. Neither of them wanted it of course, but they were coming to terms with the fact that it might be happening for real. Which was why she was drinking disgusting pretend Firewhiskey while on patrol. "Eeh, a hole in my throat can be healed. Something that might make me giggle sounds like it would destroy my reputation," she replied as she stared at the bottle, deciding it would be better left alone. "Drinkable... Questionable, but let's do it." Accepting the bottle from him, she tipped it back, and hissed at the burning sensation down her throat. "Don't even get me started on the dorm situation. Did you know, the Gryffindor girls have girls nights, they do each others hair and giggle about boys. I cannot wait to finally go back to my own dorm." Summer passed the bottle back to Darcy. "Are you surviving the Ravenclaws? I imagine it gets more loud than one would assume."

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“Fair enough,” she nodded. If Delaney had to be appreciative about something regarding the Slytherin girls, it would be their honesty. They might have hidden secrets (who doesn’t?) or some of their belongings (a.k.a the mysterious disappearance of the Gryffindor girls’ essays - although that could very well have just been Delaney’s error because they turned up later on), but at the very least, they were honest about how much they hated the current situation. “We are?” she asked with a slight frown, but genuinely surprised. They had been like that for as long as she could remember, and it didn’t occur to her that they would be different elsewhere. “Well, what are the Slytherin dorms usually like? Don’t tell me all of you just sit in the different corners doing your own things without talking? I mean, that’s what the library is for, right?”

The truth was, Summer didn't get along with people in general. She was cold, she didn't like people. It had been six years that she had lived in her dorm, and both Flora and Danika hated her. She really couldn't blame them, while Summer disliked people, and they disliked her right back. Delaney and the other sixth year Gryffindors were just so damn happy all the time, and Summer wasn't used to that. "There's no room to breathe, or to relax. It's ridiculous." She was actually kind of jealous that the other girls could get so easily along, while she struggled to keep a civil conversation. Sometimes all she wanted was to be a regular teenager. But she couldn't disappoint her parents, they had high expectations of her. "Our dorms are a lot like yours is. But I don't like being there either. Merlin, I can't wait to graduate."

[summerharlowe]

“I’d take chattering and annoying over arrogant and this incessant posturing I’ve had to deal with. “ though Hux had to consider the fact that that might just be his experience in Ravenclaw because of who he was as a person.  Perhaps someone else was having a different experience in Ravenclaw. Maybe some of the nicer Slytherins were doing fine. But in his experience, the nice ones only made up about 25% of the whole house. “The Ravenclaw prefects just seem to have a habit of being everywhere.  Which is why I’m doing my best to spend every last second I can away from the tower.”

Summer couldn't help but laugh. Slytherins in general tended not to like people from other houses much, the Gryffindors were loud, and super annoying. The Ravenclaws were smart asses with very little interesting about them. But those were stereotypes, for sure. "I'll bite, Hux, tell me what the Ravenclaws are doing that is so annoying. I'm curious, I'd actually rather have been put with the ravens than the lions." She took a seat on the bench nearby and patted the seat next to her, gesturing for Hux to take a seat. "Oh, prefects are meant to be everywhere. I've had my fair share of fun in the Gryffindor common room, calling out bad behaviour when I see it. But that's mostly because I'm bored."

[summerharlowe]

Luella cocked her brow at Summer. Clearly this girl was having some issues, that could be the only explanation regarding her attitude towards her. I mean, it was obvious that she had run into her, not at all her fault that the girl was blind.

“Woah, chill Harlowe,” El said, “not my problem if living in the lion’s den is making you PMS.” Moments like these made her wonder if “Summer” was the appropriate name for her. It wasn’t the first time that she had seen the girl’s anger rise up like summer temperatures.

The PMS direction when a girl showed any kind of human emotion was usually the type of comment that a guy would throw out there, and the fact that it was coming from a girl made Summer release a single, emotionless laugh. "That's rich, Barlow. I am genuinely impressed by your choice of insults. You know, if you want to learn how to properly insult someone, I'd be more than happy to teach you." She inhaled deeply, the smile disappearing entirely from her face. "Next time you walk, look at where you're going, the next time you bump into me, I'll hex that dumb look off your face."

[summerharlowe]

luella-barlow:

Although Hufflepuffs didn’t have to worry about the new dorm arrangements (thank goodness), there was still so much commotion in the halls as students, particularly first years, wandering aimlessly trying to find their way. You’d think the older students had never seen the castle the way some of them got lost trying to find their “new” dorm. 

As Luella was distracted by all the fumbling students around her, her shoulder bumped into a person walking by her. “Hey, watch where you’re going!” she said, not having seen who she had ran into while rubbing her shoulder, and ignoring the fact that this could have been completely her fault.

Having been kept from her dorm for a while now, she was getting anxious feeling like she didn't belong. The Gryffindor girls sure as fuck didn't want her in their dorm, yet she had to return to that blasted dorm every single night, hope not to get into a spat with the girls, and hopefully get a single night of real sleep. Summer was pretty tired from the lack of just that - sleep.

So when Luella so rudely bumped into her, and moved on to blaming her for the action, she just about snapped right then and there. "Watch where I'm going? Excuse me, Barlow, you were the one who ran right into me. Why don't you watch your steps for once in your life?" she snapped, feeling the anger rising up in her chest.

[summerharlowe]

Hux had to laugh at the idea that the Gryffindors were worse as he remembered the fights that he had already gotten into in the Ravenclaw tower. “I think that maybe they should have switched the arrangements because I honestly cannot imagine the Gryffindors being worse that the Ravenclaws. Though I wonder if it’s a case of the grass being greener on the other side.” Hux raised his eyebrows at Summer, “You obviously have more restraint than me, because if I caught someone going through my stuff I would have hexed them.“

The Ravenclaws, from what Summer had seen, were so incredibly one-sided. While one half were busy studying, the other half was busy getting high at every possible moment. Pathetic. "Are you telling me that the Ravenclaw boys are worse than the chattering, annoying Gryffindor girls? Tell me, what has been going on in the tower that is so terrible?" Summer was curious, honestly. "Oh, I wanted to hex them. But the Gryffindors have this annoying habit of running to the Head Girl or Boy if I even look at them funny. Wimps, the lot of them."

[summerharlowe]

“And who, exactly, are you calling children?” Delaney asked, frowning slightly. “Though if it’s for us, you should come up with a better insult. It’s a small room, and unfortunately, we can hear everything you or the other girls say, so I’ve heard tons of names by now and children really isn’t very creative.” Delaney knew this probably wasn’t the best time to start a conversation with Summer—maybe not ever—but it was equal parts gratifying and affronting to know that the Slytherins are having just as hard a time as they were. “Feel free to do that, although I’d invite you to ‘flip the hell out’ outside of this room, or outside of the Gryffindor Tower, actually. Best if you go back to your own room if you wanna throw a tantrum.”

In all fairness, Delaney was one of the least insufferable girls in the sixth year Gryffindor dormitories, but all in all, Summer found them all to be incredibly childish. Part of her wished she could join them in their childish antics. "I could come up with better insults, but that would be me making insults simply for the sake of making insults, and that's not me. I call them like I see them." Summer quirked an eyebrow, as if to challenge Delaney. They were childish, there was no denying it. "I would love nothing more than to go back to my dorm, but that really isn't an option right now. You girls are just so... Fucking loud. With your chatting and your laughing. It makes it very difficult to focus on the things I'm trying to do."

[summerharlowe]

THE RESORT CHALLENGE || Headcanon

Summer had always planned on going to Ilvermorny, but her family's move to England changed her plans entirely. She had been hoping to be sorted either into Thunderbird or Horned Serpent. But the houses were entirely different at Hogwarts, they valued different traits, different personalities. While she had studied up on Hogwarts before her enrollment, she was still rather surprised by the traits that the different houses honed. Through her own investigating, she figured her best suited houses would be either Ravenclaw or Slytherin.

She was clever, always wanting to excel at every aspect of her life, both in school, and in her future career. Perhaps Ravenclaw would be more suitable considering she wanted to follow in her mothers footsteps, and earn a seat in the Wizengamot. But as she sat down on the stool to be sorted, the Hat had only just touched the top of her head before she was sorted into Slytherin. Fitting, she thought, it was possible she was more like her father than she was her mother, but her goals and hopes for the future remained the same. No reason for her not to excel in her education, even though the house of snakes valued the more cunning side of her.

[summerharlowe]

THE RESORT CHALLENGE || An aesthetic

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, if you've a read mind, Where those of wit and learning, Will always find their kind.

[shanewestfan]

[summerharlowe]

Huxley let out a soft chuckle at Summer’s hiss of frustration. “I’ll be right behind you. This entire castle is a ticking time bomb and I am more than ready to never look at the inside of the Ravenclaw dorm ever again.”

"Well, at least you get to stay with the Ravenclaws, the Gryffindors are so much worse. I mean, they couldn't have made a worse arrangement." Not only did Summer have nothing in common with the Gryffindor girls, they disagreed on just about everything. There was no easy rest, no chance to simply be quiet, without one of the girls claiming that she was up to no good. "I caught one of them going through my case the other day, I damned near hexed her brain out of her nose."

[lfonsecadaily]

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[summerharlowe]

"Fucking children," Summer hissed under her breath. Sharing a dorm with the damned Gryffindors was getting to her, they were all such complainers, whether she was just sat reading, or relaxing in her bed, they found things to complain about. "I swear, if this doesn't end soon, I will flip the hell out."

[summerharlowe]

Wren threw her head back in exasperation and groaned, “Merlin, talk about uncultured. It’s pretty fucking simple, really; there’s a bad guy trying to murder everyone ‘cause he’s in love with his dead Mum, so he gets all his victims at a secluded, isolated place - kind of like this castle - and kills them all one by one. But they’re fucking stupid and split up trying to get help so it’s their own fault, really. Vampires totally exist in horror movies, as well as real life. They don’t call Dracula the King of Horror for no reason.”

Summer narrowed her eyes at the black haired girl. She didn't watch muggle movies, because, well, they were a muggle invention, and she was a proud Pureblood. She would not be watching such filth. "Lack of pride," she muttered under her breath in response, not wanting for their interaction to turn into a fight, but it usually did with the two of them. "Well, by your explanation, horror movies sound terrible anyway, who wants to watch something where people get murdered, huh?" Still, the muggles got some of it right though, werewolves and vampires were real. Muggles were just too damn blind, or dumb, or both, to realise it.

[summerharlowe]

❝Does that not please you Harlowe?❞ He refused to call her by anything else, as if to cement that they were too diametrically opposed to gracefully fall into their fate. ❝I thought you yanks were all about beasts?❞ Darcy recoiled in his seat, not sure how they’d come to be within speaking distance, he had made his best effort since the news broke to keep her at arm’s length. Not that it was particularly hard. They ran in different circles. Now with the dungeons sealed off it seemed especially unusual for them to have crossed paths. ❝Not enjoying the company of the lions, are we?❞

Summer was almost afraid to speak to Darcy, because it only made the reality of their situation all the more real. She had been avoiding him like the plague, yet there he was. "Does it please me that there are vampires killing people? I'm not some heartless ice queen, I don't enjoy people getting killed." She ripped apart a napkin while she spoke, inhaling deeply. The truth was; she was terrified of all beasts, she had refused to take Care of Magical creatures because of her fear. The vampires weren't even the worst part, now she was bunking with a bunch of snooty Gryffindors. Not fun. "Oh, Merlin, don't get me started on the blasted lions. For fucks sake, being bunked with them for the foreseeable future makes me want to barf."

[summerharlowe]

“It’s just like a real life Muggle horror movie! How exciting. How do you think it will end? With a big twist or fit into the age-old tropes of all the main characters dying because of the stupid decisions they’ve made?”

Summer knew nothing of muggle horror movies, firstly, it was a muggle production, and second, anything muggle created was something she would steer clear of entirely. "I've never seen a muggle horror movie, so I wouldn't know. How exactly does a typical horror movie go?"