#crxavis

[crhooter]

(#littleyellowbird)

i dare you to jump in the black lake with me 😛 #chillinginmycalvins

[craurora]

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headcanon | ( accepting! )

☕ : Does your muse prefer coffee or tea?

Aurora’s stomach doesn’t digest coffee too well. It makes her feel uncomfortable. She has a fast metabolism and it just makes her.. run to the toilet a lot. She wouldn’t have that for sure. Instead, she prefers tea. Her favourite tea is chamomile tea and green tea. Green tea, she drinks every day but she uses chamomille tea to treat her insomnia because she can’t sleep at night. It helps her sleep well and not feel groggy in the mornings.

⚠ : How does your muse react to possibly dangerous situations? Do they face them head-on, or do they plan out their actions first?

She plans out her actions first before taking initiatives. Truth to be told, Aurora likes to think of everything before coming up with a final case. She wouldn’t face it head out, she would think of the consequences that happen first before anything. Really, she’s just doing her best to protect herself from harm but there’s usually not much she can do because she’s always been a victim of it. Because of how nervous she usually gets, she feels like most situations are dangerous. She avoids getting too close to anyone because of this feeling.

📱 : Does your muse prefer calling or texting?

Answered here!

[crxcas]

— noctivagus.

@crxavis:

he hums a soft and pleasant tune as he makes his way to the west stairwell, where avis requested that they meet. wand tucked behind an ear, a content smile plastered across his face, and a knapsack brimming with treats slung over a shoulder, he navigates the deserted hallways without a care as he continues to skim through the worn out novel in his hand—even goes as far to take the liberty of adding to the numerous notes that he’s already written out in the margins. if anyone were to happen upon him, they’d know that the young man was in no rush.

he arrives just minutes within midnight anyway. having snuck out of ravenclaw house roughly an hour before just so that he could venture over to the kitchen to retrieve some snacks, he had enough time to debate whether or not he and avis would need a lot of treats for their late night adventure—also, he couldn’t remember which one was her favorite, so he figured that he’d just fill his bag up with whatever he could find and hope that she liked something in there.

speaking of avis, when castor arrives at the stairwell, the gryffindor girl is nowhere in sight. the ravenclaw looks up from his book to scan the general area, but comes up empty. he shrugs at the fact—it’s not the first time that he’d made it to their meeting place first, it certainly wouldn’t be the last—and strolls over to the nearest wall. dropping the bag of treats to his feet, he leans himself against the wall in waiting and continues to read. before he really delves back into the storyline he has before him, he quickly types out a text to the girl. “waiting,” he mutters softly before hitting send. with that done, he goes back to his book and makes another note.