#wwcopen

[thegoodecallalily]

stuck in a glass box

Calla and Open

Life wasn’t fair sometimes, Calla realised. Life was awful, and sometimes people made mistakes that made them seem even more bad. Looking through the photo album, she felt her heart break. Her sisters were all grown up, and all the promises they made were gone in the wind. Merlin, Calla hated herself so much for this; after all, she was the reason why. She promised growing up with them, guiding them through every step of the way. Her proud sister Astor. Her baby sister Rowan. It broke her heart to pass them in the corridors everyday, without a sign of acknowledgement or anything. Because there was nothing Calla wanted more than to just hold her sisters close and tell them that she loved them.

The last task had brought a lot of things into perspective. The doubts crept into her mind again, and the Ravenclaw questioned herself. Was it really worth it? Was any of this worth it? No, Calla couldn’t afford to think like that. She just couldn’t. Because if she did, they would be onto her like sharks. And the Ravenclaw girl did not intend to drown. But at the same time, holding it all in seemed to break her.

It was hard to fake her breaking smile, but once she was outside the castle, the china doll exterior shattered. She sat by the edge of the fountain and cried. Cried hard. The raven-haired girl couldn’t do this anymore. She didn’t know what to do. So, she cried. Hopefully no one would notice, and the shadows she could sense would leave her to be.

[astorgoode-blog]

Astor & Open 

As much as she hated to attempt it sometimes, Astor knew she spent more time in the library than most students. She could even compete very competitively with some of the Ravenclaw students. 

Once again she was in there on a Monday night, it was only a little after supper yet so curfew and rounds were a while away yet. She had her nose in a text book when she heard someone. “Yes? Do you need something?” She asked almost rudely. 

[sammiewarrick-blog]

royalty au

sammie & open

At the sound of his name being called, Sammie dropped the spool of thread he had been fiddling with and hurried across the ballroom, cloth shoes pattering quietly across the marble floor and bells on his hat jingling. Reaching the throne, he bowed his head deeply before straightening once more to look them in the eye, the corners of his mouth quirking into a smile. His job was something he thoroughly enjoyed, getting a laugh out of people. And their majesty’s laugh was like none other. “You called, your highness?”

[thehoopertrooper-stevie]

(superhero, spies, neighbour)

In which Stevie is a superhero spy who is currently leading an undercover mission.

Open

So maybe he was dead off about his neighbour. It just couldn’t be them, then who could it be? Was his whole mission a clever scheme, a distraction? Sitting his living room and pondering, Stevie looked at the door. Maybe it was time for a little neighbourly chat.

“I’m sorry about whatever I might have done or said the other day. You know how delirious people get when they’re punched in the face, right?”

[livewithliamlumley-blog]

Coffee Shop Au // Liam and Open

Having just finished an interview with a city council member, Liam was attempting to make sense of the scribble that decorated his notepad. He was tired, both physically and mentally. His newspaper job was only supposed to be temporary, but he was entering his 7th month of working with the gazette. Countless voicemails had been left with the local radio station, but he never received a call back.

Just when Liam had picked out the best quote from the conversation, another patron bumped his table, spilling coffee all over his dark blue ink paper. “No no no! My deadline is in less than two hours!”

[randall-chen-blog]

Tessomancy // Randall and Open

Randall crossed one leg over the other as he sat silently in the vacant Divination classroom. He had a firm belief that the readings of the tea leaves and the cloudy mysteries of the crystal ball could predict near comings of the future. With his days at Hogwarts drawing to a close, an ideal path was to be sought.

Knowing he was mere moments from having an image appear in his cup, Randall removed himself from his table as to not interfere with the finishing result. Footsteps alterted him to another presence. “If you excelling in this class, you would know that this classroom is reserved for me alone during this time.”

[pocofaltadelgardo-blog]

lone wolf

Cat and Open

Catalina Del Gardo, the envelope said in a beautiful yet sharp handwriting; her mother’s, no doubt. She opened it like she opened all her letters from home; with trembling hands and a beating heart. She never liked hearing from home, never liked it how her mother had to mention what her cousin Maria did in her school or how uncle José’s son had managed to secure a job at the Ministry.

Sitting all by herself, like an island in the middle of the Study Hall, Cat read. And cried a little on the inside. She hated being compared; it made her feel small and insignificant. Like everything she did would eventually amount to nothing. And it made her sad, which in turn made her feel weak and then angry. And her anger, she would bestow on people.

So when someone did sit in her immediate vicinity, the ball of parchment was rolled tight between her fists, and a curt greeting followed. Cat’s hands shook with so many emotions, and she didn’t know where to put them except for in her words. “If you are going to sit here and talk, please do it elsewhere.” She immediately regretted them, ducking her head back into her books.

[thehelpfulgarrod-blog]

teenage angst and loom bands

Fletcher and Open

Being in the Hospital Wing was giving Fletcher more than enough time to brew in his thoughts. While the Skele-Gro potion tried to work it’s miracle on the broken nose, the Hufflepuff looked around the room. Aunt Mina told him he was suffering from a case of teenage angst and that it was quite common in boys his age, but punching people was still wrong and he shouldn’t have done it.

One of his friends left him a loom band making kit, and after several minutes of silent brooding, he decided to get to work on them. It was muscle memory, and it was fun to make them. He tried to think of happy thoughts, of his friends when he made them. It was complete handwork, but it was cathartic, relaxing.

When he heard footsteps approaching, Fletcher didn’t bother to look up. He was almost done with his first one, putting the hooks through the last bands. He didn’t bother to acknowledge the footsteps just yet.