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chasing down light || arabella & ophelia

10:00, May 7th, 1979 Arabella Figg’s Flat @mvgicless

       Lips pressed together in an awkward smile as Arabella opened the door, Ophelia pushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear before speaking. She often found herself uncentered around people she didn’t know well, especially ones that were so far removed from what she knew, and she felt a lingering sense of guilt for the words that she was sure her parents would use to describe the woman in front of her. Not the ones that she deserved or that accurately accentuated the bravery it must take to fight for a cause against people with arguably far more capabilities than oneself, but ones of disgust and hatred. But Arabella had always been kind and had proven her strength countless times in the Order, and while their interactions were rare given Ophelia’s minimal involvement in the Order, she’d not hesitated upon agreeing to help the woman when she’d reached out about her ailing Kneazles.

       “I don’t specialize in animals, not really --” The disclaimer was voiced hesitatingly, knowing that Arabella might already be aware of that fact given that her position was as a Healer at St. Mungos and not at some place that catered specifically to creatures, but she wanted to make sure all the same. “I do know a bit about potions and plant properties so maybe there’s something I can concoct for them that might help, especially since I think a more natural remedy might work best with the little ones, you wouldn’t want to use anything aggressive.” It was a difficult position to be in, no doubt, and given the war and Arabella’s blood status, Ophelia supposed that she might find it hard to find someone trustworthy enough to let near her beloved creatures. It was a cruel truth, but she’d endured enough company from people who believed in the sanctity of magic and blood to know that prejudice no doubt followed Arabella everywhere.

        Already there were meowing noises coming from the woman’s apartment, faint little sounds that warmed her heart even though she could hear the frailness in each one and see the dimmed eyes as they approached. “They’re precious.” She cooed lightly, kneeling down to let one especially curious kitten sniff at her fingers as a form of greeting, although she held back from actually picking up the baby or even running a hand through fur that’d grown matted and knotted. “How long have they been this way?” Her gaze swept up to the older woman, already much more comfortable in her role as healer, even if she was treating animals instead of humans. But it was easy to list possible ailments and treatments, a rational in medicine that didn’t often change unlike the temperaments of people. 

[auroras-sinistra]

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I like you // I love you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // I’d kill you if I got the chance // I want you to like me // I’m scared of you // I would adopt you // I’d date you // I’d sleep with you // I’d marry you // I’m worried about you // You confuse me // You’re annoying // I pity you // I respect you // I trust you // I feel protective of you // I’d invite you with me to parties // I’d lend you my money // I’d borrow your money // You’re good-looking // I’m suspicious of you // I’m hiding something from you // You’re fun // You’re boring // I’m upset with you // You’re nice // You’re mean // I’m envious of you // You’re smart // You’re stupid // I look up to you // I think you’re a better person than me // I think I’m a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish I’d never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better

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I like you // I love you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // I’d kill you if I got the chance // I want you to like me // I’m scared of you // I would adopt you(and all your cats) // I’d date you // I’d sleep with you // I’d marry you // I’m worried about you // You confuse me // You’re annoying // I pity you // I respect you // I trust you // I feel protective of you // I’d invite you with me to parties // I’d lend you my money // I’d borrow your money // You’re good-looking // I’m suspicious of you // I’m hiding something from you // You’re fun // You’re boring // I’m upset with you // You’re nice // You’re mean // I’m envious of you // You’re smart // You’re stupid // I look up to you // I think you’re a better person than me // I think I’m a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish I’d never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better

[paintingpandora-blog]

Cook — I’ll write a drabble of our characters cooking together.

“I love that you suggested this Arabella, it is definitely needed after the week I have had”.

They were standing in Pandora’s kitchen, bowls and spoons and trays were strewn all over the kitchen sides, her cats were meowing at their feet, wanting to see what they were creating but they wouldn’t let them up onto the sides anywhere near the food. Pandora was attempting to make butterfly cakes from an old recipe she had found in a book of her mother’s and if she was honest, she had no idea what Arabella was making though it looked incredibly impressive. 

“That bad?” Arabella asked, without looking up, concentrating on what she was doing.

Pandora shook her head as she stirred, her mixture becoming too runny and sticky at the same time, frustrating her. “Not the worst, but bad enough” she replied, leaning over to grab a handful of flour from the bag between them and accidentally knocking it over.

A large cloud of white powder puffed into the air between them and when he moved aside, Pandora had to clap her hand over her mouth in an effort not to laugh as she saw that Arabella’s face was covered, other than her eyes which she had had the sense to close. She opened her mouth in an attempt to apologise but instead a small giggle erupted out of it and Arabella looked playfully thunderous at the sound.

“You think this is funny?” she asked.

“I’m sorry Arabella, I didn’t mean...” but before she could end her sentence, Arabella had picked up the bag, taken a pinch of flour and thrown it into Pandora’s face. She spluttered for a moment before grabbing the bag and doing the same to Arabella, this time on purpose.

Before too long, the two of them were covered in flour, cake batter and eggs and were sitting on the floor, laughing at how each other looked. Baking was forgotten, as they enjoyed themselves having a laugh at each other’s expense.

[hcstia-joncs]

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Four Headcanons:

The first time that Hestia saw Arabella, she was enamored by the woman - not only by her physical beauty, but by her laugh, which Hestia swears is the most magical sound she’s ever heard.

Arabella might be jealous of Hestia’s magical ability, but Hestia will always be jealous of all the Muggle things that she missed out on by going to Hogwarts. She asks Arabella to show her Muggle things all the time ... like how to drive a car, her favorite television shows, and Muggle music she’s never heard before.

Sometimes Arabella catches Hestia ‘staring off into space,’ but really Hestia’s thinking of how lucky she is.

They spend more time at each other’s homes than going out -- not out of fear of being seen together or anything like that ... they just feel more comfortable in each other’s spaces.

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Send me a  ♦  for the first word my muse thinks of when your muse is mentioned.

“Courage.”

[hcstia-joncs]

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“Unreal.”