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It was always so loud. The hatred, the bigotry, the condescending manner that your so-called friends had always used so openly around you. If only they’d known that the people they detested so much were sitting amongst them, hiding in plain sight. Would it have made any difference to know that one of the mudbloods they hated so much was one of their very best friends? tracey davis || 23 ||

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millicent--bvlstrode‌:

    Mille was on her way home whens he could’ve sworn that she caught sight of familiar curls. She felt her whole body go cold because it couldn’t be who she thought it was. Right? Tracey… she thought Tracey was dead. She was never one to think things through when she was overwhelmed with emotion and she turned around to follow after her. “Tracey!” She shouted out in hopes that she was wrong but when the other turned, Millie froze in place to be face to face with her old school friend. // @trvceydaviis​

   Tracey knew that voice. It was Millicent. She was afraid to turn around, she was afraid of how her friend may react. Would it be the same as Pansy or would Millicent be angry at her? Either way, if she was.. Tracey didn’t blame her but how did she recognize her?  Tracey finally turned around and she could tell that there was anger in Millie’s eyes with a hint of sadness. Tracey knew she needed to prepare for this conversation at some point but she had hoped she had more time. “Hey...” She said in a weak tone. 

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pansy-pansy‌:

Over the shoulder of the person she was interviewing, Pansy saw a familiar face walk by. One she hadn’t seen in years. (Of course, having only returned a year ago, that tended to be a long list.) But this person, well, she had thought that she might never see her again. Pansy finished the interview quickly, thanking the match attendee for their time. She looked around, and just when she thought that Tracey was gone or that she’d imagined her, she heard her old friend call her name. She spun around and looked upon a woman who, until moments ago, she had thought was dead. “Oh, Tracey,” Pansy exclaimed. And, before she could even think about what she was doing, she did something that Pansy Parkinson had rarely done in her life: she ran up to her friend and hugged her. “I thought–I thought … oh it doesn’t matter now, because clearly I was wrong. And thank Merlin I was. How have you been? Where have you been?” she asked and hugged Tracey close to her again.

The hug caught her off guard because she had never been one for hugs but in that moment, she didn’t care. She wrapped her arms around her friend and returned the hug, holding onto her perhaps a little too tightly. She felt tears begin to well up because she hadn’t allowed herself to be touched since she lost her father and grandmother. It had been so long and she found comfort in this hug. Comfort in seeing Pansy here face to face. She had stayed up so many nights wondering what had happened to the other, wondering if she had lived, wondering if she was mad at her and now here she was. Tracey pulled back and stared at her friend for a moment, trying to take it all in. She quickly wiped away her tears and her smile returned. “I’ve been-- I’ve been okay.” She cleared her throat, “As okay as can be. I’ve been.. traveling but I decided to come back. Thank Merlin I did. What about you? How have you been?”

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Tracey could recognize that voice anywhere. It had been so long and yet.. it was all too familiar to her. She had left without a trace and now her heart was heavy because she was worried about how things were going to go between the two but she had to say something. She had to. The group of girls that Tracey hung out with were the closest thing she had to friends but she was afraid that if they knew who she really was that they’d change but still that didn’t mean that she didn’t grow to love them. She did. She couldn’t help it. She could only hope that they loved her as well and that they’d forgive her if she ever ran into any of them. Tracey waited until she stopped speaking to the person and then after a deep breath, she called out to her. “Pansy.” She waited until she was able to see her looking at her and smiled. “Hey..” // @pansy-pansy​

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rosalindskeeter‌:

“Why do you say that?” Rosalind asked curiously. Her curiosity was often the trait that got her into trouble. She never knew when to stop. That and her stubborn streak. Combined and she was a spitfire. The blonde didn’t know this girl. She wasn’t sure how she’d respond to her question, but she asked anyways because she didn’t have much of a filter. Rosalind took Tracey’s hand into her own and shook it, before replying with a smile, “Rosalind.” 

   It was a difficult thing to do, to open up instead of keeping herself shut away from everything. She smiled, making sure that she remembered her name. “Nice to meet you.” The question did catch her off guard but she didn’t sense any malicious intent from this woman so she didn’t snap back like she usually would. “I’m just not a very social person. It’s hard to explain. Sometimes being around people can just be.. too much.” 

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wardcves‌:

he remembered that he’d never seen her play. dean loved quidditch, he spent hours designing the banners for the matches - he was particularly good at drawing, but as his mother told him for years ‘all artists do is waste away’ , well, what exactly was he doing now? maybe if he had stayed doing something he was passionate about he would have something more substantial to keep him going through the harder times. “if i can get the next few days off i’ll go, trace, i’ll say hi if i see you, don’t be a stranger. i’m glad you were the first person i’ve seen from school, softens the blow a bit.”

    Tracey figured that she could’ve been a good Quidditch player if she had given herself the chance to actually enjoy things instead of always being on guard. She would’ve loved to be a Keeper. However, getting into the Slytherin team at the time wasn’t done with just skills and she knew that. Tracey wasn’t used to someone using that nickname anymore. The last person who had was Millicent. She was never mean unlike some of her friends and maybe that’s why Dean wasn’t weary of her. It was a strange feeling to have someone be so friendly. She remained quiet and nodded, “Sounds like a plan. I hope you get the days off, it sounds like it’s going to be quite the match. In the mean time, do you mind if I buy a holyhead harpies jersey?” 

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rosalindskeeter‌:

Rosalind was perfectly comfortable around those she didn’t know. She made it a habit to get to know everyone that she could. The blonde had never been shy in her life. There wasn’t an ounce of shyness in her body. It helped with the job. That was why she had no qualms about going up to a complete stranger and asking whether or not she could sit with them. She’d never been quite happy on her own. Rosalind sat next to the girl with an easy smile. “Yeah, I am. Never realized how boring it could be. Back in school, suppose I was always with mates. Are you here alone too?” 

   “Yes but that’s usually how it is.” She hadn’t ran into any of her old friends like Pansy or Millicent or even Daphne. She wasn’t quite sure how any of them would even greet her if they had. Tracey had been alone most of her time being back here but she figured that was what she needed to heal. This was one of her first attempts to try to get back into maybe meeting people. It was difficult though when her walls were always high. “I’m Tracey.” She extended her hand out to the other.

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wardcves‌:

with a shake of the head, dean disregarded tracey’s apology, “what are you sorry for? i’m just happy to see a face i know.” clicking his tongue he looked toward to front of the store, demeanour changing ever so slightly, “are you going to the game? it’s gonna be a big one. haven’t decided yet myself.” bringing a hand to the back of his neck, the wizard rubbed at it nervously, “maybe it isn’t your scene, i haven’t been to a match in merlin knows how long…”

    She remained silent because she had been doing just the opposite to avoid familiar faces. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to deal with the questions that may follow in running into people. Tracey looked back over at Dean, “Actually, that’s why I’m here. I was going to buy a shirt for my coworker since she can’t really attend but.. I was still going to go. It’s been a while since I’ve seen a match. I was never able to play while in school.” 

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wardcves‌:

a wave of relief washed over dean thomas at that exact moment, tracey didn’t care, and honestly in other circumstances he would be hurt, but right now dealing with someone who would want to know where he disappeared off to was at the bottom of his to-do list. a slight laugh left his lips, “uh-well, no, no, but you’re the first person i’ve seen from school since…” tilting his head at the girl, he nodded, “y’know.” the battle had become something that dean was too scared to talk about for fear it would bring back the memories. “i’ve been here for just under a year now, haven’t seen a soul.”

  Tracey wasn’t close enough to anyone to know of anything that had happened while she was gone. She didn’t know that Dean had disappeared just as she had to a world that seemed much less complicated because there were no memories of people they’d lost. Tracey understood why he hadn’t finished his sentence. She had never confessed to anyone of the horrors that still lingered in her mind because of it. “Oh.” She responded, unsure of how to even answer that. She really needed to work on her people skills again. She looked around the shop, remembering that she had came here to buy a shirt for one of her coworkers since their birthday was coming up. “Well, I apologize that I had to be the first.” She said in a playful teasing matter. 

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rosalindskeeter‌:

Rosalind was particularly fond of Quidditch and she was thankful that the Prophet had allowed her to cover the semi-finals. It was a nice break from the constant traveling she’d been doing in the past few weeks. A little bit of nostalgia and home for a couple of days without missing out on much writing. Quill tucked behind her ear, Rosalind walked across the field until she almost ran into someone. She smiled brightly, before shaking her head, “Oh, no! Don’t worry! Do you mind if I sit? Swear I won’t ask a million questions.” At least, she wouldn’t at first. 

      Tracey looked up at her, a bit relieved that it was someone she didn’t recognize. She knew this was risky, being here and not trying to be seen because that would be a nearly impossible task but she just wanted to see the match. It had been too long. Tracey shook her head, “No, not at all.” She had been gone too long to know who this woman really was and understand why she said that so she didn’t question it too much as she scooted over to allow her a space to sit. “Are you here alone?”

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location: league cup semi finals

   It had been so long since Tracey had allowed herself to just enjoy a beautiful day. She usually always found a way to keep herself busy which meant work. It just was easier than to deal with the emptiness that she felt in her chest since losing her family although she knew that she had to at some point. She was going to try her best to avoid it though at all costs. She loved the energy that Quidditch had but she had never been brave enough to play during her Hogwarts years. She had been sitting down enjoying the atmosphere when she heard someone call out for her attention although she didn’t quite make out what they were saying. “Oh-- sorry. Did I take your spot?” 

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wardcves‌:

location: quality quidditch supplies, diagon alley.

drum, drum, drum, went fingertips rhythmically on the polished oak counter, a soft humming of an old tune could be heard just below it. dean was invested in a copy of the daily prophet, hidden in the pages of a muggle newspaper, because, and in his own words ‘the daily prophet can’t tell a story straight’, so why couldn’t he tear his eyes from the usual pages filled with ‘who’s dating who’ and ‘you’ll never guess what she blew up!’ trollop of the wizarding world. s u d d e n l y, he jumped, discarding the prophet under the counter and greeting the individual that just entered with a simple, “haven’t had the new firebolt in a week, won’t have it for ‘nother if that’s what you’re aft-” dean sentence cut sharply, he stood up, “bloody hell, been a while.”

She knows that this is about to happen from time to time. They aren’t kids anymore and everyone has to have a job or career, right? However, that doesn’t mean that Tracey welcomes running into an old face every time it happens. It usually follows with the same questions every time but she doesn’t show the slight disappointment of someone recognizing her. Instead, she does her best to give a friendly smile as she walks through the store. “Is that how you greet everyone, Dean?” 

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⧼   jessica sula, cisfemale, she/her   /   watch me unfold - marie digby +  at least one piece of black clothing on at all times, too many houseplants, bloody knuckles and late night conversations.   ⧽   ━━   hey, isn’t that TRACEY DAVIS?! i read a daily prophet article on them, once ; the TWENTY THREE year old half blood WITCH is a SLYTHERIN alumnus who has gone on to be an OBLIVIATOR. i’ve heard they can be quite RESILIENT & TRUSTWORTHY, but i don’t know… they came off very SECRETIVE & RECKLESS in that interview. it really is hard to know what to believe these days though, isn’t it?   [   sami, 25, central time zone, she/her   ]

name: tracey davis age: 23 former house: slytherin  sexuality: bixsexual patronus: panther  occupation: obliviator

The half-blood daughter of Dorcas Meadows although she never got to meet her mother as she was murdered before Tracey could form any memory of her by Voldemort himself. She was raised by her muggle father and grandmother and lived a relatively normal life until her 11th birthday when her letter arrived. Tracey’s world was turn upside down and her father had to tell her the truth about everything. He wasn’t sure if she was going to inherit her mother’s magic because up until that point, she hadn’t shown many signs and so Tracey just knew that her mother died during childbirth which caused a heavy weight on the girl for the longest time. Her father revealed the truth about her mother’s background. He explained how she was a war hero and how she had gone back to help her friends and in so was killed in the process. A sense of relief and anger replaced that guilt. Her father warned her not to tell anyone the truth because that was her mother’s wish to keep Tracey safe. Reluctantly, her father allowed her to attend Hogwarts with the condition that she didn’t tell anyone who she really was. Tracey soon learned she had to navigate carefully real quick and understood why her father was so cautious before. She was always careful not to tell anyone anything about her family, too afraid of the repercussions if she did. She was quite a closed book and if someone didn’t ask then she wouldn’t ever tell and even then, people had to make sure to ask the right questions and even then, Tracey was not quick to open up. 

It made sense that her self preservation along with her ambition landed her in Slytherin where she learned that even those who were supposed to be her friends may not be if they knew who she really was. The word mudblood always left a dirty taste in her mouth whenever she heard someone say it and she would often wonder how many of her friends would be quick to turn on her if they knew she was a halfblood herself in the great house of Slytherin. 

Tracey usually thinks of herself as a selfish person to her core because she always puts herself first but she isn’t ashamed of that. Her mother put people before herself and died. She couldn’t do that to her father. This doesn’t mean that she never liked to help anyone or that she takes joy in making other’s lives miserable, generally she does try to help if the cost isn’t too great for herself or if it has a benefit for her in the long run. She is aware she needs to maintain relationships– after all, she’s not part of the sacred 28 and she doesn’t posses that high standing or money.  When the war arose, despite the attempt to lock Slytherin students in the dungeons during the battle at Hogwarts, Tracey decided to fight. This being far from what she had tried to do for so many years but maybe because this fight was against Voldemort– the man who killed her mother and if she could do anything to help take him down then she would. So she took her tie off and left it to go join the war because she knew that people were weary of slytherin students and she knew that if she wore her tie, that they may even turn against her despite the fact that she was on their side. War comes with a great price and Tracey wasn’t sure if she was going to survive but she saw too many people die and in so, something inside her died as well and she was able to use the killing curse to help take down death eaters.  It wasn’t until the war was over and Voldemort had been taken down that Tracey heard of Harry Potter’s death. She can’t really explain the strange sadness that she feels upon hearing such but it triggered something in Tracey to leave without looking back and so she did. She decided not to finish Hogwarts and left without a second thought. She figured that the ministry would come after her at some point but maybe they didn’t because Tracey did not use her magic after that for years. She was sure many of them had thought that she was dead.  In the past year, it suddenly all hit her like a train wreck. Her father died in a severe car accident and her grandmother, not being able to deal with the pain of losing her son, followed after not too far afterwards. Tracey was alone and unsure of where to go. And so, she decided to return to the wizard world. She didn’t know that not finishing Hogwarts would affect her so much and so Tracey was unable to become an auror-- for the time being at least. So she settled and became an obliviator until she got to where she needed to be, she figured this was the best way to get her foot in the door. Unfortunately, she has been running into many familiar faces and she was right, they all thought her dead in the war but a part of that surprised her. She never saw herself important considering that barely anyone knew her at all but she still isn’t an open book. 

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