#solemnly:start

[rcbcstxn]

𝖗𝖆𝖇𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓

it was far too cold for anyone to be out of doors, and yet here rabastan was, casually trudging through the grass regardless of icy winds and clouds threatening rain. gaze steady and far off as he crested the last hill before the lake, he was almost too preoccupied to notice  the other ( foolish ) soul  braving the weather. feet falling into a jilted stop, his chin rose and he eyed the individual.   ❛  what’s this ?  ❜   he called, a smile saturated in smugness threatening the curve of his lips   ❛  no one sane out today, s’that it ?   ❜

[dcvereux]

           he was always there. he was always curled up upon one of the cushions bathed in the morning sun whenever emmy finally managed to drag herself out of bed. but as her eyes had settled upon the cushion it was empty. no ginger cat was found purring contently. maybe if it have been one time, emmy would have written it off but he hadn’t been there for the last few mornings. she knew he was most likely gallivanting around the castle—hogwarts was his favourite place after all—but she knew she wouldn’t stop fretting until she caught even a glimpse of ginger fur. 

           “ tibers—tibers——tibers. ” the repeated name fell from her lips as she moved down one of the many corridors. pausing at every bench to search underneath, but each time coming up empty. as she rose from her most recent crouched position, her fingers came to brush a strand of loose hair from her face as a huffed breath escaped her lips. “tiberius devereux, you’re going to have a strong talking to when i finally find you.” words were muttered under breath before she took a pause as a figure came into view. without even a second thought, she stepped in front of their path as they moved closer, “ excuse me! ”a soft smile spreading across her lips, as her hands pulled at the hem of her jumper’s sleeve. “ you haven’t seen a ginger cat around anywhere have you ? he’s been missing for a few days now and it’s getting a bit worrying. ”

[eleanorahq-blog]

› 𝖊𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖗𝖆.

   a  bemused  smile  as  she  watches  the  other       ,      remembering  the  days  that  weren’t  like  these        ;       a  time  when  there  was  hatred      ,      yes        ,       but  there  was  also  laughter       .       when  they  were  kids  and  not  soldiers  preparing  for  war       .      as  soon  as  she’s  caught  staring       ,      her  small  hands  stop  the  other’s  predictable  question       .       “       i’ve  been  here  long  enough        .       but  don’t  worry       ,       i’m  good  at  keeping  secrets       .       ”        and  is  she  ever        .       “       please  continue       ,       i’m  quite  enjoying  this       .        ”

[unholyforged]

    ⤻   *        “ YOU THERE . off y’ pop ; back to the castle before y’ get into TROUBLE . ” henrietta’s voice rang clearly & kindly enough through the silent night air —— the slytherin herself situated up upon the roof of ogg’s hut ; hues having been avidly taking in the stars before she was interrupted by the sound of footsteps . TYPICAL henrietta figg —— quick to make sure others would be avoiding trouble whilst wading waist-deep through trouble , herself . “ —— it’s an awful ungodly hour past curfew , y’ know ? y’ shouldn’t be wanderin’ ‘round all the way out here by yourself . ” legs swinging idly off the rooftop ledge , the serpent quirked a gentle brow at her fellow trespasser ; a small little smile bloomed upon her rose-coloured , firewhiskey painted lips to show that she meant no harm . 

[filledazkaban-blog]

OPEN

lifting  his  gaze  from  the  twelfth  year  defense  against  the  dark  arts  textbook  he  held  in  his  hands  ,  alastor  raised  an  eyebrow  with  the  faintest  hint  of  exasperation  on  a  face  that  was  usually  clear  of  any  particular  emotion  .  his  fingers  curl  around  his  quill  (  brushing  against  the  feather  ,  )  as  he  sighs  .  “  is  there  something  that  you  want  ?  or  ,  are  you  just  going  to  stand  there  ,  like  a  lemon  ?  it’s  not  exactly  conducive  to  a  conversation  .  ”

[marvsmacdonald]

          the   wind   ran   through   her   hair   as   she   twisted   on   her   broom   ,   high   above   the   clouds   where   she   wanted   to   be   .   the   broom   beneath   her   held   fast   ,   as   she   pushed   forward   ,   and   forward   ,   and   forward   --   before   beginning   a   steep   decline   towards   the   ground   and   flying   loops   around   the   quidditch   stands  .   ‘   WOO   !   ’

[tvnksted]

         ❛   —   ALRIGHT,  tell  you  what.   ❜   though  ted  was  speaking  quietly,  his  voice,  friendly  but  firm,  still  carried  through  the  abandoned  moonlit  halls  of  hogwarts.  abandoned,  that  is,  except  for  the  third  year  he’d  just  caught  cozying  up  with  a  cigarette  well  past  curfew.   ❛   —   if  you  head  straight  back  to  gryffindor  tower,  and  PROMISE  never  to  let  me  catch  you  with  one  of these  again  –   ❜   he  shook  the  cigarette  pack  he’d  confiscated  from  the  younger  student.   ❛   —   i  won’t  take  any  points  from  gryffindor  or  tell  mcgonagall  what  you  were  up  to.  sound  FAIR  ?   ❜   

          the  third  year  hesitated,  looking  equal  parts  angry  and  grateful,  then  reluctantly  grasped  ted’s  outstretched  hand  in  a  handshake.   ❛   —   great.  now  s c a t.  and  remember  …   ❜   ted  paused,  tilting  his  head   ever  so  slightly  down  at  him  and  allowing  the  silence  to  stretch  out  unbroken  for  a  few  more  seconds.   ❛   —   NEVER  break  a  promise  with  a  slytherin.  we  don’t  take  kindly  to  liars.   ❜   he  watched  the  boy  eyes  widen  before  he  scampered  off  into  the  darkness,  and  bit  back  a  laugh.  gryffindors.  how  they  loved  their  ghost  stories.  

         tapping  a  confiscated  cigarette  from  the  box  into  the  palm  of  his  hand,  he  balanced  it  between  his  lips  and  had  just  lit  the  end  with  his  wand  when  he  caught  a  flash  of  movement  out  of  the  corner  of  his  eye.  he  glanced  over  at  the  intruder  with  a  cocked  brow,  allowing  himself  an  indulgent  drag  from  the  cigarette  before  he  spoke  again.   ❛   —   and  what’s  YOUR  excuse  ?   ❜

[theclairvoyantgypsy-blog]

Morning tea and chit-chat | open starter!

It was a cool spring morning in the Ravenclaw dorms and Sybill had already been awake for a few minutes. She loved to enjoy the first rays of sun, feel the warmth on her cheeks. The curly-head stretched inside her tiny nightgown, cracking all her bones, then she turned to light the little piece of palo santo left over from the night before.  She was enchanted by the fumes against the light, and followed their movements with her fingers, as if to caress them. She was very quiet in the morning, had her routine to follow, and in absolute silence. It was a kind of ritual, perhaps to instill calm in herself to keep during the day. 

Sybill rarely went down to the Great Hall to have breakfast with the other students, she preferred to enjoy the morning alone, accompanied by a cup of her favorite tea: peppermint.

Fate, however, had other plans for her that day.

Suddenly a sharp knock made her jump off the bed , spilling the tea all over the parquet.

“W-Who’s there?!” she screamed, terribly annoyed.