tshila marko

look out world for the dawn of the day when everyone will do whatever i say

[tshilamarko]

tylermagnusenvest‌:

Even if the Ministry were an option, Tyler had never been drawn to the political side of things. He’d like to be an auror, or a curse-breaker, or perhaps an unspeakable. He’d be good at it too, he was raised to work in environments like that, but they simply weren’t options for him for the time being. “I’m not a huge believer in the universe being… all seeing,” He admitted with an apologetic smile. It was complicated, things like fate and the like, the idea that things could be predicted and the future shown stirred up mixed feelings in him- most of them bad. “I think there could be a lot of harm, you could tell me something that I’m not happy with, which could be real and therefore I’d rather not know or could not happen but make me wary of it anyway. On the other hand, you could tell me something I am happy with, which could be real and could be nice, or could be real but raise my expectations and ultimately leave me disappointed.” He inhaled deeply, folding his arms across his chest, curiosity causing him to ask, “What sort of readings do you do? I’ve been lead to believe there are many different kinds.”

She cocked her head, genuinely interested in his opinions. It was something her father had taught her very young. Even though her community tended to be quite opinionated and... Frankly judgemental, Tshila’s Dad spent his life documenting people on the fringes of society. He had an open mind, and all he wanted was for Tshila to be the same. “People think divination is imprecise. It is, to an extent, but it’s not... Meant to be precise. The future changes with every decision we make. Divination just kind of shows us what’s... Possible. What could be. Helps us make decisions when we’re uncertain, or opens us up when we feel like we’ve got no options.” She thumbed the leather of her bag while she thought. “Astrology’s my strongest. But I’m handy at tarot, too.”

[tshilamarko]

tylermagnusenvest‌:

Tyler’s brows knitted together at the mention of the Ministry. For a long time that’s exactly what he would’ve wanted, he was fully capable of working there, it would be well-paid and important work… but most of his family were in the Ministry or had connections to it. He wasn’t in a place where having to face them every day would be a good idea. At her question, his expression softened, his head shaking. “Oh, no. I’ve just been asking for applications from a variety of places but I don’t think that’s a good place to start, or even a good place to end up, I assume one has to know some form of Divination to actually work with it.”

Tshila hummed. Even though she hadn’t known Tyler too well at school, he’d broken up a few of her fights and she was certain he’d be a shoo-in for politics. Tyler wouldn’t be the worst choice, either. Sure, he was a dumb white boy, but at least he wasn’t an overtly prejudiced dumb white boy. Tshila quirked a brow. “I don’t think there’s anything wrong with asking for a bit of guidance. Nudge in the right direction, you know? And nah, you don’t need to know anything. I could do a reading for you, if you want? Not in the store, cause I don’t work there, my family just supplies stuff, but... What’s the harm?”

[tshilamarko]

tylermagnusenvest‌:

Tyler didn’t have anything against places like Under Street, in fact he had a great many more problems with Diagon Alley (and largely avoided a whole section of it when he could), but he did suppose it was the sort of place he would have avoided being publicly seen until this point- not because of his opinions, but because his family would’ve greatly disapproved. Still, thoughts on the actual street aside, he didn’t think 78 was the sort of place he would want to find possible employment. Tyler had never liked Divination. It was the sort of place he might imagine Berkley or Harriet or Tshila… oh, there she actually was. When she approached Tyler offered a polite smile, sparing a glance down the street before he shook his head. “Weighing up my future prospects, sort of.”

Tshila smiled right back to Tyler, even though seeing him here was quite odd. Compared to Tshila’s own home life, Tyler Envest always seemed so... Tightly wound. “Future prospects?” She raised her brows, “I assumed you’d be straight into some Minister’s office. Politics, and all that.” Tshila cocked her head, looking back at 78. “Ohhh. Do you have an appointment for a reading?”

[tshilamarko]

tylermagnusenvest‌:

Tyler hadn’t been to Under Street… ever, if he could recall. Perhaps once, on one of his weekend escapes from his family, likely stumbled in somewhere drunk and danced closely with strangers until his need for stability sent him back to his family, or perhaps to Alastair instead. The street seemed very vaguely familiar, whatever the reason, but he wasn’t wasting time dwelling on something that currently didn’t matter. He had spent the entire morning in Diagon Alley, collecting papers and tucking them carefully into a notebook which in turn was tucked into his bag, and had arrived up North to do the same. Though looking at the first two shops, and being immediately sceptical about the two, he didn’t quite know where to start.

Tshila walked out of 78, closing the latches on her suitcase as she went. Her aunt had asked her to swing by the divination store to drop off their latest completed star maps, and pick up the payment. Seeing as quidditch season didn’t pick up for a little bit, Tshila didn’t mind taking the time out of her training schedule to go by. She was wrapping a cord around the case when she noticed Tyler standing in front of 78, looking... Rather confused. Tshila gave half a smirk, strolling over to the old Head Boy. “Envest, hey. What’re you doing here? I didn’t see you as the Under Street type.”

[tshilamarko]

gilanavelluto‌:

“I feel like I’m 13 again, babysitting just to get some spare cash. I need to find a real job soon. What about you? Any luck?”

“You’re getting paid for this?” Tshila asked incredulously, watching her cousins run around the playland like they were mad. “Nah, I’m not looking. I have quidditch trials coming up.”

[tshilamarko]

theisaacortega‌:

“I’ll have to read the article again, see for myself. Regardless of shine, I’m glad we got it, it’s a nice thing to gain at the end of our last year- shared or not.” A victory was still a victory, after all, and he couldn’t deny Slytherin had played well too. He had house pride, of course, but not nearly enough to care about such details. At her question, Isaac merely shrugged, “Not much to talk about, I expect a lot of changes to come once we graduate but right now, I suppose I’m just enjoying even a taste of freedom.”

“Yeah. It’s just... Nice to have. Ending on a high note, and all.” Of course, winning meant much more to her than just something that was nice to have. But she agreed with the sentiment. Tshila cocked her head. “Really? I thought you’d be all... Man with a plan.”

[tshilamarko]

reyna-moreira‌:

“Bet you shine that side every chance you get, Marko.”

“You bet your ass I do, Moreira. I even shine Slytherin’s side, just to be kind. I’d probably shine Gryffindor’s too, if they managed to actually succeed in... Anything this year.”

[tshilamarko]

theisaacortega‌:

How exactly did he get here? Isaac was already soaking from his first two attempts at winning the water fight, he’d played on different teams both times but you wouldn’t know it now, he was just dripping but determined. After his first mighty defeat at the hands of a group of first years, he was now surrounded by them on the edge of the playing field, six tiny things (at least compared to him) who had glitter on their cheeks like warpaint and were hanging onto his every word of strategy for the next play- they’d all been thrashed by a group of fourth years, and as the wise people say, the enemy of my enemy is my friend. “Let’s be honest, Ginger, your aim is terrible but you’re the smallest one here so we’ll use that to our advantage, we’ll put you on ammo, if one of us runs out of bombs you’ve got the task of resupply, shouldn’t be too difficult if you can avoid getting hit.” He paused, taking in the kid’s expression and sighed, placing his hands on his knees to crouch down to their level. “Don’t look so worried, if you have a shot then take it, think about how useful that discount is going to be and we’ll be fine.” Standing up straight again, Isaac pushed a hand back through his hair and did a quick headcount- they were down one member. A quick glance over to the people waiting to play, Professor Kulkarni was putting together the next teams for her side of the pitch and, noticing a familiar face, Isaac called over, “¡Espera un segundo! They’re with us!”

Tshila had watched the first years get smashed with a sympathetic wince, while she scoffed down food that she’d nicked from the picnic buffet. When she saw Isaac join the firs years’ team she gave a grin, leaving her food there and getting up to go and join them. Couldn’t leave the poor man to himself. Tshila wasn’t gonna lie, she felt like a little bit of a celebrity when she jogged over, the first years parting for her, some of them staring up with wide, excited eyes. She tightened her ponytail, raising a brow, “I heard y’all might need a hand. Merlín les ayuda.” She smirked, flashing Isaac a glance. Tshila clapped her hands together then, rubbing them. “So what’s the plan?”

[tshilamarko]

soledad-archer‌:

“I’m not drunk; you’re drunk.”

“I think we’re both drunk.” Tshila giggled, absolutely giddy from how much she’d drunk. Tshila picked up the two shot glasses, handing one over. “Shh, shh. I won’t tell if you don’t.”

[tshilamarko]

peace-love-piper‌:

Piper flashed a polite—if somewhat weary—smile to the student Tshila was talking to, nodding along and waiting for them to lose interest. She’d lost count of the number of times her roommate had roped Piper into similar conversations since Ravenclaw’s shared Quidditch Cup win, always embarrassed when her name inevitably came up. Piper was naturally modest when it came to her own Quidditch ability—a rare breed amongst the Hogwarts Quidditch players—but she was proud of her team’s win, in her own way; she’d been coloring her hair various shades of blue since the game. When the other student finally did walk away, Piper leaned in close to Tshila and muttered teasingly, “You’re never going to let this one go, are you?”

Tshila didn’t care if people didn’t want to hear her talk about their win. She had won, they had won- She had a right to fucking brag about it. She especially had the right to brag about her seeker. Tshila looked at Piper when the student left, flashing her a grin. “Never. I’ll be an old woman with grey hair and wrinkly skin, telling all the kids about the time Ravenclaw won the Quidditch Cup- tied, of course,” Tshila added gratuitously. She gave Piper a one armed hug, squeezing her. Tshila was just... So much more relaxed now the season was over. “But enough about my ego... Are you excited to leave? What are you and Loxley gonna be doing?”

[tshilamarko]

theisaacortega‌:

“You think so?” Isaac snorted, shaking his head at his housemate. “Don’t let Brookwood hear you say that, man’s a hardass about the trophies and keeping them clean.”

“I’m sure. We had to stand and have all these photos taken for the Prophet and Quidditch Illustrated. I could see the reflection off our half.” Tshila joined in with him, giving a smirk and a cheeky grin. “So what’s new in your world, Ortega?”

[tshilamarko]

“So yes, the Quidditch Cup was shared between the two houses, but I’m sure Ravenclaw’s half was just that bit shinier.”

[fiona-imperia]

Fiona could sense someone’s eyes on her for just a moment before she started to hear their voice in her head. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

[tshilamarko]

Tshila pulled a face at the first year sitting across from them, who was staring at both Fiona and Tshila. “Seriously, rack off.” She told the kid and gave a sigh, turning to Fiona as she massaged her temples. “I cannot wait till we’re out of this bloody place.”

[tshilamarko]

Tshila grinned across at Sol as the camera flashed once more, genuinely delighted for both of them. Reporters from the Daily Prophet (could you believe?!) were there, taking photos of both captains holding the coveted quidditch cup together. Tshila had never felt prouder- especially because she was certain that the Prophet had never written anything positive about a single Romani witch or wizard, until now. 

“Where are you from, Miss Marko?” The reporter asked, and Tshila gave a smile, knowing full well that the reporter knew her heritage and home perfectly well.

“Hogwarts.” Tshila replied with a cheeky, simple smile.

“And you, Miss Archer?” The reporter turned to Sol, evidently miffed at Tshila’s cheek.

[baileycolbert]

tshilamarko‌

Having spent the morning tossing around a ball and playing pranks in the Shrieking Shack, Tshila was ready to chill out with a good drink. Unfortunately everyone else had the same idea. She cocked her head as someone inevitably came to sit by her in the packed pub, relieved it was just Bailey. “Butterbeer. And some chips. Hey, if you’re paying, I’m not complaining.”

“Yeah…sure.” Bailey stammered, despite knowing full well he should expect no less from Tshila. They’d never been close, he had tended to keep a distance from the seventh years out of respect. Now he’d be sorry to see them go. He still hadn’t congratulated her on the match, so perhaps this could make up for it. Bailey hoped so as he slid a few coins over the bar. Minutes later someone brought a tankard of butterbeer and a pumpkin fizz. Their chips were on the way. “You flew really well, the other day.” He didn’t know quidditch, at least not enough to be emotionally invested. The snitch fascinated him, had always itched to take one apart but that didn’t make for good butterbeer conversation. “Will you be trying out?” He sipped at his pumpkin fizz. “For the…pros…”

[tshilamarko]

Bailey was an odd little duck. Always had been. They shared a House, but Ravenclaw was the sort of house where everyone was largely respectful of each others’ need for privacy and occasional conversation. They weren’t the Gryffindors who threw a party to celebrate Tuesdays, or the Huffelpuffs who, rumour has it, all slept in one big bed together. Even so, being quidditch captain meant Tshila kept a certain... Eye on the students in her house. She knew Bailey was smart as a whip and good with books. Back in primary school she’d have called him a nerd. Oh, how things had changed...

She picked up her butterbeer with a nod of thanks and had a sip before cocking her head as he spoke. “Thanks,” She grinned, “The team did really well. Gryffindor did well too.” Tshila could talk about quidditch for days, honestly. “Mhm. I’m thinking the Harpies. But you have to be asked to try out, so I’m just hoping Professor McKellar can hook me up.”

[baileycolbert]

Hogsmeade had always looked prettier in the snow. The little village in the early days of summer had an unusual sort of vibe. Not helped by the grey overcast sky and generally lacklustre morning. Bailey lingered outside of Gladrags Wizardwear pondering over the latest socks they had in the window, which by all accounts were almost identical to a pair he already owned. He passed by with a sigh and slid into the familiar hearty pub, squeezed past students and patrons alike. “Excuse me,” he squeaked. Managed to make it to the bar relatively unscathed and found himself a spot to be served. Beside him he spotted a familiar face and it was all too easy to fall in place with a smile. “What’re you getting?” He nodded between them and the bar. “I can get it for you, if you want,” he blurted.

[tshilamarko]

Having spent the morning tossing around a ball and playing pranks in the Shrieking Shack, Tshila was ready to chill out with a good drink. Unfortunately everyone else had the same idea. She cocked her head as someone inevitably came to sit by her in the packed pub, relieved it was just Bailey. "Butterbeer. And some chips. Hey, if you're paying, I'm not complaining."

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tshilamarko‌:

“You think I give a shit?” Tshila responded, without missing a damn beat. Now that she didn’t have the threat of being dropped from the quidditch program looming over her head, Tshila really didn’t care. She gave a grin. “Sure. C’mon. We’ll meet everyone there.” She put her hands in the pockets of her hoodie, strolling leisurely through the village with Wynn.

Wynn just smiled simply at her, happy she’d decided to join him. “No I don’t think you do. I can’t say I blame you.” He added, rubbing his chin against his shoulder, stopping to look at her as they moved down the lane. “You know I am going to miss skirting you back to your dorm in the middle of the night.” Wynn cracked a wider smile, sighing softly. It was bittersweet, things were just starting to feel alright again and then some of the people he’d grown to truly respect and enjoy were going on their separate ways. It was always meant to be this way, didn’t mean it didn’t suck any less. “You do have to promise to stay out of trouble. I mean it.” 

[tshilamarko]

Tshila gave a twirl as Wynn stopped to look at her. “And I’m going to miss telling you to sod off.” She smirked at this smile, then turned to continue on her way. Tshila rolled her eyes, looking back at him. “I’m always in trouble. Literally, always. I think I have four Muggle arrest warrants in the UK right now? Huette has six. So she has me beat in that respect, at least.”