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𝚒 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜. 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒'𝚖 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎. 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎 INTROSPECTCD

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WHICH TRAGIC CHARACTER FROM ANCIENT GREEK LITERATURE ARE YOU ?

PENTHEUS

you are pentheus from the bacchae by euripides, and you hold yourself so tightly wound together and so perfectly in place that even the slightest push will make you shatter. you are determined, you are headstrong, and you are addicted to pushing yourself to your farthest limits just to see when you'll snap. you find comfort in tradition, order, and authority, because that's where you are allowed to be blind to the darkness inside you. once in a while, give into the temptation and the chaos you keep denying yourself. it's the only way to not be afraid anymore.

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#// in the end they'll judge me anyway. so whatever — character studies.

this took a while but here is a thing for daphne / @spellboundcd

February 14th, a Valentine’s Day. A day dedicated to loved ones. For years that day didn't hold much meaning to him, and at this moment, this day didn’t seem to be a different one from other days. A heavy sigh slipped from his lips and with his free hand, he ruffled his brown hair. This day had been a long one for him — once again he had been trying to declare his father dead, but once again, he heard the same accusations as the few times before this time. He wasn’t a Death Eater, even if the wizarding media wanted to paint him as one, and, unfortunately, it seemed to be what others chose to believe.

He was annoyed, frustrated, and the overly sweet atmosphere in the city didn’t make him feel any better, but — luckily — he was able to apparate to his home. He took a deep inhale when he saw the familiar manor in front of him. He could feel how his shoulders relaxed, and his inner peace was forming again. He had a bad day, but he didn’t want to show it. Maybe this special day didn’t hold any special meaning to him a few years ago, but now he had a reason to celebrate it.

Theodore walked towards the Nott manor's door with a beautiful bouquet of flowers in his hands. A bouquet of someone special’s favourite flowers. His steps were quick and as he walked closer to the door, there was a warm feeling forming in his chest. Happiness. His earlier frustration was turning into happiness as he was thinking about the evening he was going to spend with Daphne who was now officially his loved one — a few years ago things finally changed between them and they had begun dating.

Nott walked in, opening his black jacket and his scarf, leaving both on him as he wanted to surprise the Greengrass as soon as he could. He wanted to see the smile on her face and forget the morning and how exhausting it had been. His eyes wandered around his childhood home. The manor looked the same but still, at the same time, the manor had changed. It felt like a home again. The time before the war it was a lonely place and it only reminded him of things he was supposed to be. It only reminded the heavy expectations placed on his shoulders. His steps were quiet as he walked into the manor, looking for the blonde-haired young woman, and finally, he found her in the kitchen.

"Hi," he greeted Daphne, walking next to her and he wrapped his left arm around her, pulling her shoulder close to his chest, and he placed a gentle kiss on the temple. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” he said and gave the flowers to her which he had hidden behind his back. There was a smile on his lips and a soft look in his blue eyes when he looked at her. The current look on his face was a drastic difference to the teenager from Hogwarts, who had the infamous ‘I hate you and everyone else in here’ -look on his face most of the time. He had grown, and he had changed — but this was a side of him that only a few were able to see.

#spellboundcd #// killed my old self but the new me isn’t much better — main verse.#long post for ts

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GINEVRA WEASLEY·:

A PLAYFUL SMIRK GRACES CHAPPED LIPS - a rare sight indeed these days. amusement is evident as their teasing is innocent and lighthearted. quidditch rivalries were always a part of the hogwarts experience , and after everything that happened the past year , having a dose of this normalcy back is what is exactly needed. ❝ funny , was just about to give you the same advice. guess we’ll see who comes out on top… ❞

his eagerness to join in on the bet pleases her , the arrogant smirk on her lips only continuing to grow. granted , without having harry as a seeker , the gryffindor team had better days - but ginny knew her team. she had strong confidence they’d win , and had been told her coaching skills rivaled those of oliver wood. not that she had much money to her name , but she’d bet it all on her team.

❝ alright , nott… ❞ she replies , taking a moment to think over her winning token. ❝ if we win , which we will , you’re gonna do a bit of dress up. ❞ an amused chuckle leaves her , just picturing the scenario in her head. ❝ do you know that lion headdress luna lovegood wears? you’ll have to wear that to every quidditch match for the rest of the school year , as well as a gryffindor jumper to match. ❞ ginny seems rather proud of this one.

❝ and yours? though , it doesn’t matter since you’ll be losing anyway. ❞

Theodore raised his eyebrows as her words slipped from her lips. She seemed to be proud of herself and her daring prize for the victory, the representative of the silver-green house, however, didn’t look impressed, and he gave a grimace to her when he leaned his elbows against the railing. There was a moment of silence before he opened his mouth: “Really?” It was rather a rhetorical question than an actual question.

“Is it wrong that I hoped you would come up with something more original? With something less predictable?” he finally asked, straightening his back again, and when he turned his head towards her, there was a slightly disappointed look on his face, but he wasn’t sure if it was playful or real. Part of him was actually disappointed in her, he had hoped something different, something surprising — and his words were true as her choice was kind of obvious, but it didn’t mean he wanted to do it. He could wear the jumper, it would be fine, but the lion head? It was too much for him.

“But it doesn’t matter since you’ll be losing,” Nott told her, repeating her own words to her. It was annoying but it was the name of this game — the game of house pride and their own personal pride in honour of old memories. Now there was a smug smile on his lips when he leaned forward, keeping his blue-grey eyes on the red-haired girl. With a head tilt, he finally said: “Let’s make this interesting.” There was a short pause before he pointed his index finger at her. “When you lose, there will be a victory party, and you will be my date.”

#firewhiskcy #// killed my old self but the new me isn’t much better — main verse.

DAPHNE GREENGRASS·:

AN INNOCENT SMILE IS DRAWN OUT. daphne shrugs at his question , ❝ didn’t realize i wasn’t a girl. ❞ though before he can detect any hidden meanings with her words , daphne turns out once more with a sigh. ❝ this whole process is a real headache.. i always imagined it would be much more… romantic. ❞ her face sours slightly , knowing part of her naivety had always contributed to her desire of seeing life like some sort of romance. yet , here she was , seventeen years old : the only romance in her life from some fleeting relationships that truly meant nothing back at school.

the blonde stares out at the party , watching as her mother tries ushering astoria out to the dance floor. it amuses daphne temporarily , watching as her stubborn sister must do what she hated most , but after seeing the look on astoria’s face , the eldest sister just feels pity. it is theodore’s words that bring daphne back to the present conversation , another smile given in response to him. ❝ i feel the same. while our friends are - lovely.. ❞ she provides a nervous chuckle , not wishing to offend ( nor speak ill of people she did value on some sort of level ). ❝ i always felt as though we had a different sort of understanding from the rest. ❞

when he asks why she’d be a regrettable choice in a study partner , daphne removes her weight from the balcony’s railing , moving now to stand before him. her fingers nervously twist at the ring on her finger , never really having a whole lot of confidence when it came to her academics. ❝ i - well , i’m easily distracted. ❞ she quickly says , which isn’t a complete lie. it was true , but not the cause for warning. ❝ i talk a fair bit…. and well , in all honesty theo , i just don’t grasp things that quickly. i’m sure it’ll be a bit of a burden for you. ❞

in a quick attempt to change the subject , daphne takes a step forward to be sure they aren’t overheard. ❝ how has your summer been? are you doing alright? ❞

He doesn’t respond anything but the pensive look on his face could be considered as a silent agreement to her words. Maybe he wasn’t the most romantic person, but he could still agree that he hoped this process would be different. Maybe their parents could be more subtle with their intentions, and not tell straightforwardly that their future spouse could be the person standing in front of them. But luckily, he wasn’t familiar with that feeling — he had never been in a situation like that.

But Nott didn’t even know what his father was planning; maybe he was planning his marriage with someone, and maybe one day it would be informed to him — and then what? There was nothing he could do about it as his pride wouldn’t let him back off from it as it was his duty to do so. It was his duty to follow the expectations and orders, even if his father wasn’t in the picture anymore, but as long as he was alive, he could have the last word. And he couldn't do anything else than obey his word if he wanted to keep living his life as he has always done — the other option was being disowned by his father and losing everything, losing the luxurious lifestyle he had gotten used to. And if he did that, where would he go? He couldn't go to his friends as they would be part of the world he would have been banished from.

He chuckled softly after her words. Their friends were handfuls, he couldn’t deny it, but was he any better than them? Not really. He probably had an easier personality in some aspects, but he had his own flaws. However, this time either he didn’t say anything, he just looked at her and gave her a soft smile. When the topic moved to their studies, he looked at the ground and slightly shook his head. “Oh, Daphne,” he said softly and looked at her. “You know me. You know that I’m patient, and when have I lost my temper with you?” Theodore asked, looking at her and a part of him wanted to place a hand under her chin and make her look into his eyes, so she could know that he was being serious with his next words. But he didn’t do it as he didn’t want to cross any lines. “You can’t be a burden to me.” Many things were a burden to him, but not her.

Her quick attempt to change the topic didn’t go unnoticed, but he didn’t want to dwell in it. If she wanted to change the subject, he would let her — talking about their academics wasn’t so important to him. They could focus on it once they were at school. For some reason, he felt that Daphne wasn’t so interested in what he had actually had done during the summer, but she was more curious about his well being. But maybe he was just hoping for it, maybe he hoped that she cared about him more than just because she was supposed to do so. She was supposed to care about him as they were friends and in the same social circle — and the Slytherins took care of each other because they didn't have anyone else.

“I’m fine,” he told her slowly. It wasn’t a lie but it wasn’t the complete truth either. His situation could be worse —living alone in a manor didn’t sound like a problem to some, but the manor was a quiet and empty place to live alone as he didn’t really want to spend time with his grandparents either. He had also done a good job avoiding them at this party too, as he was sure they would be here — after all, Cantankerus Nott was the one who created the list of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, and they were making sure the Nott name got the respect and attention it deserved.

“The manor had been a little lonely, but luckily there are some parties all the time,” he said and there was a hint of sarcasm in his voice. The elite of the wizarding world had many parties and there would be one for every weekend if he just wanted to attend to all of them, but he usually picked the most important ones and maybe some other ones too. “How about you? Have your summer been interesting?”

#spellboundcd #// these cunning folks use any means to achieve their ends — school verse.#long post for ts #\\ this got long... but why?#there is no point in it at all #also i just decided that theo's fraternal grandparents are alive and doing fine too #so maybe we will meet them at point \\#long post

DRACO MALFOY·:

‘ You’re father hm ?? Something we have in common it seems … ’ Again his tone is SHARP ( For surely the entire wizarding world knew of his father’s AFFILIATION by now ). Though he feels a pang of empathy for the other. He knew the p a i n of baring such a burden simply because it was EXPECTED. And he assumed Nott had not made his decision of his own accord.

‘ … I just didn’t think I meant anything to you. That anyone would worry. Why would they ?? ’ His tone softens a moment, averting his gaze from the other to fidget with the end of his sleeves, shifting to lean back against a cobbled wall with a drawn out sight.

‘ … Its nice to see a familiar face. I just wish it was under … more CHEERFUL circumstances. These meetings aren’t exactly pleasant. But I’m sure you knew that much already. Besides … its comforting in a way , to know someone from school … ’

He slightly tilted his head, keeping his eyes on the other boy. Somehow, at least to him, it seemed that Draco’s attitude had changed after his words, but he wasn’t sure, and that’s why he was still careful with his words. He didn’t want to cause any trouble between them, especially not here. The atmosphere here was already unpleasant, he didn’t need to make it even more uncomfortable by fighting with Malfoy.

“It seems to that we have. My father got out of Azkaban.. not a long time ago, so now we are here,” he told him, keeping a short thinking pause. He wasn’t sure how long his father had been free, but he knew that it wasn’t a long time. But it felt a long time in his opinion as after he got back home, things began to change — and Theodore wasn’t pleased with it. If being alone in the Nott manor didn’t spark joy in Theodore’s chest, neither did his current situation.

Despite their current situation, a soft chuckle escaped from his lips and he looked up at him again. “We Slytherins take care of our own, don’t we?” he asked, slightly raising his eyebrows and a hint of a smile curled his lips. Nott finally let himself relax a little bit, and he put his hands behind his back and leaned against the wall. The mention of unpleasant meetings caused him to glance around the hallway. “I was prepared for that”, he muttered, as he was still looking at the hallway. “Being alone here doesn't exactly sound,” there was a pause as he was looking for a proper word. There were so many words he could use to describe their situation, but those could be too harsh to say out loud in here. “Nice.”

#chosenwrong #// these cunning folks use any means to achieve their ends — school verse.

DRACO MALFOY:

“You’re so-“ Whatever came next was lost when he hid his face in his pillow, shoulders hunching up as he tucked his knees up to his chest, curling around the pillow and into himself for a moment.

It was quiet, save for the occasional sniff, Draco trapped somewhere between asleep and awake.

“Why can’t I go to sleep?” He finally asked, forcing himself to focus on Theodore’s fuzzy shape in front of himself, thankful for the distance between them. The thought of anyone touching him made him swallow hard. “ ‘M very tired.”

At least his father (god, he couldn’t stomach the thought of Lucius either—) wasn’t there, he could only imagine how disgusted he would have been. Though, there was some comfort in the thought of his mother, she would have sat at the edge of his bed and stroked his hair back from his face.

Snuffling, Draco found himself slipping in and out of his head, between thoughts of when he was sick (before even those died away) and the other in front of him and the sudden recollection that he’d drunk both alcohol and a Calming Draught, which would explain why he felt so touch-and-go (but somehow marvelously better than when his head was clear and he was forced to think about, well, everything).

He never found out by what name he was going to call him, but he could only guess that the name wasn’t exactly a flattering one. Not that he cared about it, he had more important things to focus on at this moment as the white-blond haired boy wasn’t fine. But at this moment, he didn’t know what to do — Draco wanted to push him away, it was clear to him, but in his opinion, he needed help.

He looked at him but soon he let his eyes wander around the room. He wasn’t really focusing on anything, he just needed a moment to think. He needed to find a way to reason with him, but he could only imagine how hard it was going to be —it had already become clear to him by now. Draco wanted to push him away, and not to let him help him. But could he actually blame him? He probably would do the same if he was in a similar situation. Nott himself wasn’t someone who would ask help from someone or accept help from someone. So, in a way, he understood him.

“You can’t because you are not alright,” Theodore finally said with a firm voice, moving his eyes back on him. He straightened his back, crossing his arms over his chest. “Maybe you should drink a few glasses of water, and then we can try again?” he suggested, even if he wasn’t fond of the idea that this was going to be a negotiation of his health.

#theblccdtraitor #// these cunning folks use any means to achieve their ends — school verse.

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