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[crxclaire]

Hot tea

Ask: Tea is what’s needed here

( @crxastrid )

it’s a rare sight, finding the young slytherin girl taking refuge in the castles large great hall. when it was full and bustling with life, its daunting size and history were easier to ignore. but now, occupied by only a small handful of students ( all going about their own business—homework, socializing or simply using it as a means of finding a little quiet, alone time the same way astrid was ), she found her eyes wandering far too long, mind beginning to think about things she shouldn’t.

she wondered how her parents were doing, back home in their manor. she thought of her brother, the one true constant in her life who was now anything but constant since their partings. she missed him— she missed them all, but she couldn’t deny the ease her mind felt denying to return home this holiday season.

it was her most welcomed change.

so maybe, the interruption was needed, something to take her away from spiraling into heavier topics and bring her back to a surface level. it startles her some, her eyes momentarily widening as she looks for the newcomer, her body relaxing at the sight of a somewhat familiar face. she’s seen the ravenclaw around before, an older girl pretty eyes.

“it’s rude to sneak up on others,” she rushes out, sounding a little harsher than she’d intended, a cough coming out muffled by the crook of her arm in hidden embarrassment. “but…i suppose you aren’t wrong, i can never seem to stay warm no matter what in the winter. something warm would be nice.”

By this point, the great hall was mostly empty, but Claire had noticed a familiar face sitting alone and looking deep in thoughts. It also looked slightly somber to her, so she decided to head over and see if there was anything she could do to help the other girl. That was perhaps very nosy of her, but she’d say it’s just genuine concern and wanting others to be happy (which is also a truth). With one tea pot cradled between her hands and two cups floating behind her and following her, she made her way over to where the girl was sitting and made her presence known with a cheerful “tea is what’s needed here!” even though she doesn’t know if the girl even likes tea or wants any.

The slightly harsh reply doesn’t deter her although she does look apologetic as she sincerely says: “I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to startle you.” People often tell her that she walks too quietly for her bright personality and she thinks that it must be because she dreams of finding dangerous beasts to study so of course she would have to be quiet during those times. She sets the teapot down and the cups settle down on the table, one in front of Astrid and the other in front of Claire (who has been sitting down across from the other girl), seemingly on their own.

“Is it not warm and cozy in the Slytherin common room? I suppose that dungeons may not be the warmest place in the castle…” she says as she pours the tea into the cups. She had never thought to ask her Slytherin friends about the temperature in the dungeons, but now that there was an opportunity to learn something new, she had to ask. “I don’t know if you will like it…it’s just green tea, but it’s really good and it should warm you up. Also, that’s healthier than a shot of whiskey if you ask me.”

[creleanor-blog]

“Tea is what’s needed here.”

DOWN THE SLEIGH, WE GO! 

Eleanor felt guilt, a big sense of it. It succumbed in a place where the girl bore compassion. It was caused by how the other crippled under the breath of winter. Her ashen expression, her quivering feet, and her strained voice. Despite the other’s well-honed pride, Eleanor’s hands are already moving. Her fingers grasping Astrid’s arms to return them to the castle. Her mind rumbles a bit, telling her why should she care for this companion, of this acquaintance. But, oh does she know. She knows that even when they shared their differences; it was okay because they got along and that is what mattered the most.

Yet, it is no long till Astrid’s words return her to reality. Despite wanting to look poker-faced, Eleanor isn’t able to repress her expression from splitting. There is a softer look—bright eyes and a lopsided smile. Laughter follows, the sound is clear. “Why are you telling me? You should tell one of your followers to.” Amusement lingers in her tongue as she flees. Yet, it is not the last time they see each other and Eleanor makes sure of that.

Her hand clenches a cup of tea, steam muffled in the air. Once facing Astrid, she extends the hot beverage. The same expression that told the younger a few hours returns. But, this time, it was warmer as if her usual strength is stripped and left a tender expression. 

“Here, the tea you wanted for accompanying me to see the snow.”

[crjinx-blog]

“This weather is depressing.”

                                                      —— [ ★ ]  ——

the grey sky seemed to blend in with the grey ground; the once white snow now trampled into a displeasing shade of even murkier grey.  grey grey grey. she could understand the other’s words now that she was looking out at the grounds from the front entrance, her passage down to where the magical creature pens were having been paused to take it all in.

                  —— ❛ it is. that’s the bad thing about winter.                             one day its gorgeous and the next its                              gloomy. ❜

her appearance seemed to change a little to reflect this new found scenery, strands of hair slowly lightening from their black tresses to a dark silver, the metamorphosis subtle but still reflecting the dip in emotions the woman felt as one foot stepped down the stairway and was met with the unsatisfying wet crunch of half melted snow and dirt. she would have stayed in, honestly, if it wasn’t for her love of some of the creatures she took care of and the bowtruckle currently curled up in the pocket of her jacket that needed to be back with its family after it had snuck out clinging to her hair the day before. 

                  —— ❛ maybe tomorrow will be better. ❜

[crdane-blog1]

“Are you drunk?”

HOLIDAY W A FUCCBOI

"nooo...” dane gives her a scrutinizing glare, brows tightly knitted together and all. the cup he holds in his hand is filled with liquor for perhaps the umpteenth time, but it’s not that strong of a drink. how else would he be able to stand on his own two feet without the help of anything---- besides this nice comfy stone wall he somehow finds himself leaning against. the cold rocks are a real life savior, cooling down his rather high body temperature.

“i’m just...” he trails off, glancing down at the floor as if the smooth stones held his life changing answer. “oh--- i’m just a little gone.” with this answer, he nods his head and pushes off the wall in an attempt to find something that resembles food.

[crelliott]

“I love the long nights.”

                                                                       ♚

there’s a part of him that’s bitter, seething at the loneliness yet also welcoming the feeling at the same time, allows a seed of melancholy to plant in the base of his spine to snake through his bones. cages his flesh in its roots and does not put up a fight to its stealing of his sunlight, its multiplying of shadows.

                                                                       ( elliott baek is a well-known friend                                                                          of darkness. )

he’s leaning against the railing of the balcony, arms folded and elbows propping up the weight of his frame. dark pools of brown flick from constellation to constellation across the blanket of black, line of sight weaving through stars like invisible thread. he attaches patches of memories to the surface, rips the bits of remembrance left on his heart to lay in the moonlight, exhales memoirs like hazes of winter breath, visible then dissipated in seconds.

he sighs, thinks of those left behind, wonders if they, like him, are gazing out this december night, clutching wool coats and tearing at the frosty brisk. 

                                                                           oh, father, do you still dream of me?                                                                            do you still think of how we lay under                                                                            the same sky yet live in different worlds?

elliott notices not her approaching presence, her greeting words in gentle and hushed tones. instead, his attention focuses on her unquestioning presence, how she, like him, swayed in the breeze—together but ultimately separate. 

                                                                                               “yeah. me too.”

[cralecc-blog]

painting the roses red

quiddtch season was always alec’s favourite, he always seemed to get hyped up for it. made even worse by other members of his house putting him up to bets that ended up with ridiculous dares and punishments to the others enjoyment. 

but gryffindor wasnt the only house that he enjoyed betting with.

in fact he liked having wagers with anyone that could lend their ear. well. anyone that was good enough to push him into one. he was weak. well if he was being totally honest he enjoyed the fact it could end up having to do something out of his comfort zone and also he was massively competitive and worst of all he hated to lose ( he’d only lost a couple of times ; not that he’d ever admit to it ) so of course it wasnt long before he was onto the next deal.

alec loved how confident the girl clad on black and green was. only fuelling him to crush her even more than he’d originally wanted to. after all gryffindor and slytherin had one of the longest feuds to date.

“ so you’d really dye your hair? ” he cant quite believe he’s saying those words. not to astrid son. it almost makes him want to laugh out loud -- but that’d be far too rude.

instead he just tilts his head to the side, gummy smile visible on his lips that could only mean one thing. alec was up to trouble and that was almost always never a good thing. his eyebrow arches up only to add more chaos to his features before finally he smirks a little. “ i want it to be the brightest red you can find and when you lose i want to film the whole thing. ” smile soon turning cheshire like “ whatta’ya say son? got yourself a deal? ”

@crxastrid・°