#nox.event033

[monstrovs]

𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽  :  beaumont  court,  marjoribanks  road  ! 𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶  :  @ofzvbini​​  !

“  zabini,  ”  his  greeting  is  uncharacteristically  chipper,  but  more  surprising  still  is  the  lazy  arm  that  he  drapes  around  the  others  shoulders.  it’s  a  move  between  acquaintances  -  a  kind  of  jocular  action  -  that  would  probably  be  considered  friendly  if  it  didn’t  come  from  him,  and  nikolai’s  grip  is  iron  tight.  “  you  look  like  shit,  ”  is  pretty  rich,  coming  from  him,  but  it  is  the  truth,  and  he  doesn’t  say  it  to  be  cruel.  after  all  :  aren’t  they  one  &  the  same  ?  he  wouldn’t  be  offended  by  such  a  thing.  “  i  know  what  you  need,  ”  he  grins,  sharklike,  and  jabs  the  index  finger  of  his  other  hand  into  blaise’s  chest,  “  another  drink.  that’ll  set  you  right  after  the  week  you’ve  had.  trust  me.  ”

[judvs]

𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃  :  honestly, that was the craziest shit i’ve ever experienced. 𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚈  :  @rebuildeds​  /  dudley dursley  ! 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽  :  beaumont court, marjoribanks road !

“well, then, aren’t you lucky that i don’t have to obliviate you ?” believe it or not, that’s marietta’s attempt at a joke. it doesn’t land as well as she thought it would, and rather than elaborate or overexplain it, she makes a face that says something along the lines of fucking hell and then lifts her solo cup to take a desperate gulp and hide the aforementioned expression a few seconds too late. she’d blame the concoction inside her cup sooner than she would the fact that she’s just not very good at this and doesn’t really feel comfortable in present company. dudley seems harmless, probably is, and marietta doesn’t have anything against muggles, but since inserting himself into the wixen world, he’s been in with all the people that she’s been out with. she’s not sure how that bodes. it would literally be easier to just walk away now and stop testing the waters, but she’s never been ANYTHING as well as she has been a self masochist. “you ever see someone’s head turn into a tentacle ?” 

[judvs]

𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃  :  oh my god, are you crying ? 𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚈  : @qviddiitch​​  /  oliver wood  ! 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽  :  beaumont court, marjoribanks road  !

“oh my god, wood, are you struggling financially ?” angrily, marietta scrubs at her cheeks to rid herself of the obvious tear tracks before twisting to face him, properly, traitor eyes still glistening. even so, she’s all bite. she hates the idea of being seen as vulnerable even when she’s in that sort of position, most especially when the witness to her misery - exacerbated by whatever was in her red solo cup - is someone that she actually knows, even vaguely. oliver’s mistake is as simple as pointing out the obvious : since he goes that low, at least in her point of view, then she will go lower. “seriously, do we need to start donating, or something ? set up a gofundme to buy you a proper fucking shirt ? you’re thirty something, oliver, this is getting weird.” 

[judvs]

𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃  :  if i didn’t like you i wouldn’t have bought you beer. 𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚈  :  @rebuildeds​  /  dudley dursley  ! 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽  :  beaumont court, marjoribanks road !

misery loves company unless, of course, you’re marietta, and then your response to a perfectly friendly offer is a gruff, why would you do that ? you don’t even like me- she wouldn’t be herself if she didn’t at least consider following her instinct to point out the obvious ; nobodies really paying for anything, here, and she wonders if that impacts the sentiment of his answering words and what they mean, to her. for a long moment, she blinks back at him, torn between two equally strong resolves - it’s just a drink, not even that major, but turning it down keeps her in character, aids in continuing her own self punishment, while accepting it... doesn’t. she’s already feeling sorry for herself, three sheets to the wind and feeling all the effects of it, but the upset is for her to live in later. jumping the gun with it now would just be wasteful of all the work she’s done, so- long story short, she takes the drink. that’s all it is. “thanks,” she says, finally. she’s still aiming for sullen, but it doesn’t agree with her. new approach : self sabotage. “i’ll amend my earlier statement, then - your friends don’t even like me. listen, you’re being very kind, but-... don’t you think you should care about that ?” 

[sibylliine]

𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃  :  what  brings  you  out  here,  anyway  ? 𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚈  :  @hoggleswart​  /  andie  macnair  ! 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽  :  beaumont  court,  marjoribanks  road !

"  i  love  the  ambience,  ”  they  call  over  the  music,  some  sort  of  muggle  techno  shit  that  made  them  feel  as  if  they  were  becoming  one  with  tv  static.  given  the  grimace  they’ve  sported  since  that  started,  it’s  a  fairly  obvious  jest.  “  not  even  being  able  to  hear  myself  think-  ?  ”  they  mime  a  chefs  kiss,  “  it’s  perfect.  ”  the  FUNNY  thing  is,  that’s  not  too  far  off  their  reality.  the  promise  of  alcohol  they  didn’t  have  to  pay  for  and  various  illegal  powders  was  enough  to  draw  damaris  in  anywhere,  but  it  wasn’t  just  for  the  buzz  or  the  high  of  it  all  ;  sometimes,  the  only  way  they  could  calm  the  unfamiliar  beast  inside  their  bones  was  to  feed  it  substances  until  it  fell  asleep  again.  their  mum’s  secret  pot  room  made  so  much  more  sense,  these  days.  “  you  want  a  reading  or  something  ?  ”  another  thing  it  aided  ?  creativity.  

[iridescnts]

𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽  :  beaumont court, marjoribanks road  ! 𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶  :  @qviddiitch​ / @executiioners​  !

“hey, man-” and honestly, contessa’s pretty good at keeping her cool when it comes to these kind of situations, but there’s something about the sheer amount of drink she’s had and the ballsyness of it that just kind of rubs her wrong, from the get go. despite it all - bright tone, the friendly action of putting a gentle hand on their shoulder to draw attention in this loud setting, the smile that she directs their way, all teeth - there is an uncharacteristic edge to her words when she tells them, “that was my phone, connected up. do you... not like my playlist, or something ?” 

[rebuildeds]

LOCATION : beaumont court FEATURING : open ( @startertms ) !

" toast with me. " tempest shoves the spare cider bottle ( stolen from the fridge of a stranger ) they're holding into the other's hand, settling down onto the sofa with a huff. their eyes are fixed on a spot on the wall in the distance, teeth just a touch gritted. " to not murdering that guy. you don't need to know which one. " minimal pause, bottle tilted towards the other to clink together. " or why. "

[dolorsarchived]

𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽:         beaumount   court,   marjoribanks   road. 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂:         open.         (         @startertms​         )

              “         ...         pardon      ?         ”         every   elegant   line   of   a   lithe   frame   angles   towards   figure   she’s   ended   up   tucked   in   this   corner   with,   crown   of   her   head   flush   against   the   wall   despite   curious   cocked   angle.   hues   glow   hazel   in   dim   light      (      though   they   shift   in   the   murky   light,   a   constant   kaleidoscope   spiral      )         ──         “         must’a   MISHEARD   you   there,   darl’.   someone’s   done   what,   where      ?      ”         not   entirely   sure   whether   it’s   body   shots   or   battery   uttered   beneath   the   noise      ;      is   she   convinced   she   wants   to   hear   the   answer      ?      stay   tuned.