#semper.open

[rupipatil-blog]

    “they were just kids.” they all are, but right now the only important ones are those who’ve lost their lives. it still doesn’t make sense to her -- how somebody can take lives like they’re nothing, and spread hate and fear like this. she has new respect for her mother and the way she and her classmates lived through this stuff non-stop over their seven years. coming out of her momentary daydream, rupi hands the other a flyer that reads candlelight vigil at the top of it. “it’ll be tomorrow. by the lake, as soon as it gets dark. i just... i want to do something to honour them, you know? it’s nothing, but... it’s all i could think of.” 

[gcldiesteins-blog]

 "UGHH, how many more days until summer break again?" Like always, Gilena wasn't coping well with coming back to school. Yes, they'd been back for a while now, but her sleeping schedule still wasn't any better. "Can we just skip first period and go down to the quidditch pitch or something?" Rolling over lazily, she made a sorry attempt for trying to make eye contact with the person she was speaking to before just rolling over completely.

[abilezabini-blog]

          ❝ i know that i have said earlier that this event need some spicing up to do but bloody fucking hell. ❞  the witch swore under her breath, her facade of her usual cool demenour slowly cracking as hits of anger in her face starts to seep in.  ❝ this is just fucked up. ❞

[fauxpacifist]

          ❝ while i completely understand as to why you’re reacting this way... ❞   astraea began to say, quite unsure how to approach situations like this — most especially she probably knows or related to the people who are answerable to this tragedy.  ❝ i may suggest you take a deep breath and compose yourself. the younger years are already scared enough as it is. ❞

[gcldiesteins-blog]

hey hey hey, what do you say ? it's VALENTINE'S DAY ! like this post for a starter from badass extreme, gilena goldstein

[ncisees-blog]

“come on kid, detention isn’t so bad,” iris spoke to a crying first year, whose name was alessia, who obviously believed that detention would actually ruin her whole education. for once, iris didn’t have detention but after passing by the quidditch trophy room and hearing the cries, she couldn’t help but stop and help out; filch wouldn’t find out anyway. iris offered a small smile to the little ravenclaw, before wiping her tears and pulling out a new box of peppermint toads out of her pocket and handing them to her, “go on, find your friends, you did good kid,” she told her, earning a smile from the girl before she hurried off.

iris spun on her heel and gasped as she saw the person behind her, her hand darting to her chest, “i’m nice, but don’t think i’ll ever do that for you.”

[crybabymalfoy-blog]

Attention to detail was something Scorpius prided himself on. It was a nightmare when it came to him finishing a painting before his art period ended. His smock and his jeans, only worn while working and usually only seen by those taking art class, were covered in paint. Scorpius grabbed his wand to do a quick cleaning spell, the only one he knew, when he heard a large clatter behind him. Brandishing his wand, he spun around and managed to knock over his water cup. “Really. Do you intend to cause a ruckus every time you enter a room?”

[abilezabini-blog]

          ❝ thank you for that  f a n t a s t i c  information, yes. ❞  the witch said disinterestedly, bored hazel eyes never straying away from the newspaper she was currently reading.  ❝ — but why are you exactly telling me this, again ? ❞