#jinxstart

[magvcals-blog]

  — 𝓽he air in the room smelled of old wood, liquor and butterscotch. the symphony of chuckles and chats played as it usually did, occasionally accompanied by clinking of glasses or the ringing of the bell hanging from the door frame announcing the arrival of another customer. aaron had taken one of the seats by the bar, and his glass remained half-full (  or half-empty, depending on who was asked ). he looked around, locking eyes with someone before nodding in the direction of the bar. 

   “ d’you fancy a free drink ? everything on the menu’s 2 x 1 today, ” he asked, gesturing at his glass. it was as though finishing that one drink was taking him ages, so he couldn’t imagine having to get a second one on top of it.

[ofhatstclls]

“and if you follow me right this way, that brings us back to the great hall and the end of our tour. if you have any questions, please ask someone else because I have more important things to do. good luck, have fun, don’t get too shitfaced,” rabastan said, his unenthusiastic voice barely raising over the excited chatter of all the first years huddled around him. he wasn’t particularly excited about being a prefect, he never had been, but since he hadn’t been lucky enough to be a skilled quidditch player, he had to do something to impress his impossible father. pretending to care about first years for one day was a lot easier than pretending to be able to toss a ball around in the air, and his job for the year was almost done. as the crowd began to thin out, he noticed someone who definitely was not a first year standing in the sea of people, and his lips curled up into a small smirk. “hey, how was your summer?” he inquired of the person standing in front of him.

[mcssrsmoony]

(   ╾   ★           sitting near the black lake, grains of wet sand clinging to his bare toes as he fiddled with the apple ipad ( tablet ) his parents had given him a few days before the start of the new year as congratulations for making it to his seventh & final year without fail or issue, lines of concentration formed between his eyebrows. for a good fifteen minutes now, remus had been attempting to catch the giant squid on camera. but the creature seemed rather camera-shy & refused to stay still long enough for him to tap the picture icon. “five seconds╾that’s all i ask,” he said in a tone that was almost pleading. “please?”

[cphcmcral]

“listen to me, i’m completely serious here.” marlene said, her hands resting lightly on her hips, looking at the fellow student. “i've got friends in high places, me breaking the rules doesn’t have the same consequences, so sod off.” she waved them off, pulling the cigarette from her mouth as she did, tapping the end off into the air. it was all a bluff, she knew lily wouldn’t give her a free pass all the time when it came to the rules, she wouldn’t be head girl if she did. but marlene wasn’t about to let anyone else in on that secret. she had to keep a few tricks up her sleeve. it was her final year, she was seventeen, allowed to do magic outside of school, preparing to join the order the moment she graduated. she was an adult and like hell was she going to let someone stop her from acting like one.

[emmelinesvances]

“Oh, for Merlin’s sake, this is a hallway. You’re supposed to walk down it, not stand in the middle like dopes,” Emmeline said, sounding annoyed as she pushed her way through a chatty group of fourth years. The group snickered at her as she passed, but she didn’t pay them much attention. The train ride in had been bumpy and noisy, preventing her from taking the nap she’d planned on before it finally made its way to Hogsmeade Station. On an average day, she’d be pretty amiable to the lower year students and maybe even stop to joke with them a bit, but right now she was tired and slowly getting a bit grumpy. The feast had done it’s job in putting her in slightly better spirits for its duration, but as soon as the speeches were said and the students dismissed, she felt even more exhausted than before and was greatly looking forward to her bed in Gryffindor Tower. As she continued to push her way through the crowd, she felt herself tread on someone’s foot and, irritated though she may be, she forced herself to stop and apologize. “Ah--damn, I’m sorry. I didn’t break your toe or scuff your shoe or kill your toad or something, did I?”

[rcggieblack]

(   ╾   ♦      it was the evening after the ( attack )╾only word he could think to call it╾& regulus was currently seated at the slytherin house table in the great hall, potions & defense against the dark arts textbooks spread out on the table before him. yet, despite the small, thoughtful furrow that had formed between his brows, school work was the last thing on his mind. even though he’d wanted to get a head-start on the reading & work to come, he just couldn’t seem to focus on any of it long enough to make the progress he’d hoped for. so it was with a heavy sigh that he slammed both books closed & moved to gather them ( rather half-haphazardly ) in his arms╾then left the table to make his way toward the exit. but he didn’t make it far before the books ( suddenly ) tumbled from his arms, landing at the other’s feet with a loud thump. “shite,” the word ( just ) slipped out. but even if he had the chance to recall it, he wouldn’t╾because his frustration & confusion needed some kind of outlet. “watch it.” a mutter ( directed more inward than out, as he had a tendency to talk to himself when he was feeling ... agitated for one reason or another ) as he stooped to collect the books, a slight frown gracing his solemn features.

[ofpandoras-blog]

being petite was not one of pandora’s favorite things. barely reaching five feet made doing certain things around the castle particularly more difficult. studying was one of those things. it might not have seemed like it, reading a book and scribbling notes was simple, after all. what wasn’t simple was needing a book on the top shelf. and, of course, she had chose to leave her wand behind, of course she had. after enough attempts of jumping and waving her hands around, she finally turned to the other person in the aisle. “d’you think you could help?“ she asked politely, cheeks turning slightly pink.

[emmelinesvances]

For the briefest moment, Emmeline thought someone was joking. Maybe one of her friends had decided to morph their cozy bonfire for a laugh, or perhaps someone had dropped a bottle of firewhiskey into the blaze, causing the flames to erupt with more force. It didn’t take her long to realize how wrong that was, both because of the sweeping declaration that rang through the air followed by a malicious laugh and also because she felt a sudden, sharp sting in her calf. Crying out and finally coming to her senses, she turned on her heel and started running, listening to the sounds of her mates fleeing all around her. 

She didn’t make it far; the pain in her leg was overcoming her and, talented healer though she was, it was increasingly difficult to remember the remedies for burns she’d studied. Everything she recalled involved plants of some sort and that wasn’t going to help her much now. She crouched, taking her wand out and pointing it at the blistering wound, feeling nauseous at the sight. Just as she was about to try an incantation, she heard footsteps approaching her and turned quickly. “Wait! Stop! There’s someone down here, you’re going to fall over me!”