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Hi Lise, do you have a signature breakfast dish that you like to make?
"...Takeout.
"I've been permanently banned from the kitchen ever since one of my casseroles tried to -escape-. I'm technically still allowed to stand in there, but no one in the family will let me touch the heating elements...or the blender...or the knives, unless I need a weapon on the fly. (In this family, it's more likely than you'd think.)
“Are you really gonna leave without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me?” Baxter to Lise (OH GOD IF SHE CONFRONTS HIM TO FIND OUT IF HE REALLY DID??)
Liesel turned on her heel. She had been going to just try and figure it out herself, but when Baxter gave her the opportunity, she figured, might as well hear it from his own mouth.
“Last night, Nina was at my party...well, she didn’t want to go, but I like to have people I actually like at these things, so I more or less dragged her. It was a pool party, we used Regulus’ password to get into the Prefects’ bathroom to use that giant tub, you’ve heard of the giant tub, right? Anyway, Nina didn’t want to go swimming, but some jackass in Ravenclaw pushed her in for a lark...and as I was helping her out of the pool and out of her dripping wet sweater, I noticed some...strange bruises on her arms.”
Her eyes had wandered as she spoke, but now, she looked straight back at him. “Any idea how they got there? I mean, you are so protective of her, I assume you would know these things.”
Liesel’s 7th year duelling tournament tho
So much drama
She spent hours coaching her new team to play the way she needed them to
She taught Danny defensive strategies and Kyle, Alex and Kiera all the right offensive moves
When she and Alex duelled it was like dancing
Alex “danced” with all her duelling opponents tbh and it was art
Lise only got murdered at the end of the tournament because she always opens with aguamenti to get her enemy wet and uncomfortable but she was the one who ended up getting wet anduncomfortable after she got her bf’s shirt wet on a blind impulse whoops
If you didn’t know Lise’s full name is “Liesel Katrin Ursula Ariadne Dolohov” but she signs herself “Lise” with a circle around it her whole life
bruh like...everyone related to Liesel has some sort of food-related condition (she’s allergic to peanuts, Clae is diabetic, Cam II is lactose intolerant) and I just headcanoned that Carson’s list of allergies just goes ON AND ON
Dairy, gluten, eggs, garlic, ginger, peanuts, tree nuts, and mustard.
when Lise walks into a restaurant the manager goes to his waiters and says, “Liesel Dolohov and her boyfriend are here... Try not to stare at them, they’re paying customers too.”
when Cam II brings his family to the restaurant the manager goes directly to his chef and goes “Camden and Regina Kutner are here...make sure you’re cooking in clean pans or you will kill their son”
❝ now is this really how you like to spend your days?. ❞ Panthous to Lise
It was a typical Saturday for Liesel. She was wandering around the castle with a couple of minions in tow, one hit of opium and thirteen drinks in--the girl could hold her alcohol, that was for sure. Tended to happen when your father started you on Riesling when you were twelve.
The lot of them were gossiping about Liesel’s latest relationship--she was going steady with Camden Davenport. Liesel had told them she liked him enough, he was good for conversation, and they were gushing about his hot body, when she came across her uncle, the Arithmancy professor, in the corridor. She flushed a bit, recalling her last remedial lesson--she had always been shite with numbers. He was always willing to work with her, though. She appreciated that.
“Girls, give me a moment,” she said, and joined her uncle around the corner. She exhaled and laughed. “Panthuous, I’m fine. I’m happy,” she said.
She popped open her water bottle and took a deep pull of red zinfandel.
“This is what we girls like to do on the weekends. We kick back and enjoy ourselves.”
Nevermind that she self-medicated because she dreaded the horrors of winter break.
Never mind that she was counting the minutes until nightfall, when she could crawl into bed and hit opium sideways until she couldn’t feel her face and her heart was full of glitter.
Kiera might have been the notorious drunk of the lot, but Liesel might give her a run for her money. Kiera was known for a mess when she took a drink; everyone could see it. Liesel, though? She could spend all day wrecked and not let on a bit.
But Panthous was her blood. Maybe, just maybe, he’d see through to the fact that she wasn’t just a reckless teenager having fun; she was in trouble.
Kiera comes in late after her little misadventure with everybody’s favorite or least favorite Gryffindor. Liesel is in bed, with a candle burning on her end table, actually reading the book Kiera gave her. “So she isn’t illiterate after all.”
“This girl, Dolly Haze...I feel for her,” says Liesel, looking up. Kiera can kind of tell the truth serum in the punch hasn’t worn off. “Who were you off blowing?”
“Merlin, Lise, we barely kissed!” Kiera retorts. “It was nice, though...I’ll bet he wouldn’t have looked in my vague direction back when I was about four stone heavier though.”
“Oh, come now, you’ve always been a pretty girl,” says Liesel. “A pretty girl with a horrible fashion sense."
Kiera sits down on her bed and pours herself a shot of Firewhiskey from the handle under her dresser. “That’s what you say. Though, I can’t help but feel...the new attention from boys is nice, but I feel like I’ve lost a part of my identity.”
“How so?”
Kiera gave her a disbelieving look. “Oh, come on. What’s the first thing you noticed about me when we first met, if not the extra padding?”
Liesel thought for a moment. At last, she said, “Your voice.”
“My...my voice?”
“You’re a soprano, you sound soft and sweet. At the time, I thought you were someone I could use. And so I did.”
Kiera chewed on her fingernail. “And now?”
“You’ve come a long way. You’ve become one of my most trusted confidantes,” said Liesel. “And whoever this bloke is, I hope he knows he’s damn lucky to have you.” Kiera was going to say something else, but that’s when Liesel took a big swig of Firewhiskey from the handle by her bed, took a big hit of opium, closed her book and went to sleep.
“Are you going to rip my heart out again?” Cam to Lise
Liesel glanced at the newspaper on Camden’s coffee table, open to a photograph of herself and Phillip bickering in public over what, exactly, to do about Kris’ rebellion, under the headline, TROUBLE IN PARADISE? Liesel thought they ought to just let her live her life; he disagreed. “Oh Merlin...you think that’s what this is about?” she said, incredulous. “Me and Phillip have one little row at the groceries shop, and you think I’ve come to seduce you and steal you away from Olivia--? How is Olivia, by the way?”
She almost chuckled as she poured herself another glass of champagne and topped him off. “No, no, Phillip and I will work things out. This was purely a social call. I wanted to spend some time with an old friend, is that so hard to believe?”
Well, that, and she wanted to get away from the chaos that was life in the Kutner house right now. Last night, she’d stayed at Billie’s until six in the morning; she figured she’d better not bother her sister for a second day in a row.
Besides, she brought champagne to everyone whose house she invited herself over to.
