Poisoned Veins

Helena Calista Avery Head Girl 7th year Slytherin

[can-i-touch-you-there]

We teach girls shame. Close your legs, cover yourself, we make them feel as though being born female they’re already guilty of something. And so, girls grow up to be women who cannot say they have desire. They grow up to be women who silence themselves. They grow up to be women who cannot say what they truly think. And they grow up–and this is the worst thing we do to girls–they grow up to be women who have turned pretense into an art form. We teach girls to shrink themselves, to make themselves smaller. We say to girls, you can have ambition, but not too much. You should aim to be successful, but not too successful. Otherwise, you would threaten the man. Because I am female, I am expected to aspire to marriage. I am expected to make my life choices always keeping in mind that marriage is the most important. Now marriage can be a source of joy and love and mutual support but why do we teach girls to aspire to marriage and we don’t teach boys the same? We raise girls to see each other as competitors not for jobs or accomplishments, which I think can be a good thing, but for the attention of men. We teach girls that they cannot be sexual beings in the way that boys are.

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie (via can-i-touch-you-there)

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slytherin or gryffindor or ravenclaw or hufflepuff?

chocolate frogs or every flavor beans?

herbology or astronomy?

charms or potions?

thestral or basilisk?

sectumsempra or expelliarmus?

death eaters or dumbledore’s army?

play quidditch or cheer a team on?

divination or muggle studies?

apparition or floo powder?

polyjuice potion or love potion?

bat-bogey hex or episkey?

butterbeer or cauldron cakes?

diagon alley or knockturn alley?

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It’s easy to take off your clothes and have sex. People do it all the time. But opening up your soul to someone, letting them into your spirit, thoughts, fears, future, hopes, dreams… that is being naked.

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This is reality.              Right  h e r e.

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@twofacedserpent

There was a heavy sigh that escaped scarlet lips as she dropped the quill between her fingers. Looking down at the book in front of her, another disgruntled sound emerged this time to alert her companion across from her to her presence. Alecto had agreed to studying with Helena but hours had already passed and as much as she knew she needed to study, she had become increasingly bored and the words on the pages of the books turned to nonsense. Alecto rested her elbows against the table as she her eyes gazed at the Slytherin head girl. “Helena.” She said softly but with a twinge of whine in her voice. “It’s been hours since we started and I am terribly bored. My attention span cannot handle this right now.” She wasn’t above pouting when it came to certain people.

[twofacedserpent]

Helena had been nothing but patient and supportive throughout the entire session, not sighing once or feeling the urge to escape. Helping Alecto helped her see things from a different perspective, to read and study the same material more passively and reflect its meaning better than ever. Those were certain occassions she wouldn’t miss if it meant someone would owe you a favor. She slightly leaned over the table, her hands firmly grasped around her own copy of the book. “You’re not finished yet. Only ten more pages before we’re done. If you can handle men you can handle words and studying just as well. They’re both work, but your actions will pay off -- one way or another they will,” she said just before letting herself fall against her chair again. She admired her more than words could every truly illustrate. Only their academic success were quite different, which gave Helena the opportunity of paying her back the muse Alecto had given her over the past years. 

“It’s your choice. I’m not going to torture you through those pages if you don’t want to. You just have make sure to learn everything until monday so we can move on,” Helena shrugged.

“Just to clarify. the next pages include curses,” Helena said with a smirk on her face.

[twofacedserpent]

heavenly-hellion:

Detention was just as bad as it always was, nothing too extraordinary and nothing to quite complain about. Though Cassius wasn’t exactly thrilled to be getting detention in first place, but with what he’d done he had no room to complain. He’d basically gotten off scot-free, which he could quite appreciate. 

The halls were quiet and Mulciber found himself wandering them, leaving the dungeons and climbing the stairs and turning corners. Approaching the clock tower Cassius lit a cigarette, rubbing at one of his eyes as he made it to the top balcony. When he found another person standing there, he felt a pang of anger as if his personal space had been invaded. 

“I’m sure I wouldn’t know what you’re talking about, Helena.” he spoke as he moved from the door into the room to lean against one of the balcony railings, “I haven’t done anything worth mentioning as of late.” 

Maybe, just maybe, someone like Cassius would prove himself to be an actual mastermind rather than an occassional dirtbag with a disastrous nature. She’d been nothing but suspicious of him and her entire body and mind were all set on him being one of the suspects and traitors. But not enough evidence was found and too many voices spoke against his involvement, so Dumbledore chose to let him go, at least this time. It was a small defeat, but a defeat nonetheless. Admitting her failure meant a crack in her wall, which guided her from emotions, and yet she felt obligated to do so. Pure-blood men in particular loved those signs of submission or being right. Even though she’d tried numerous times to stop pleasing every pure-blood man she’d meet in her long life, Helena chose to fall into her own role, to feel the weight on her shoulders again, maybe even to keep her feet on the ground, on the reality.

“Your nightly whereabouts? The days I’ve seen you late at night doing Merlin knows what? They remain unexplained, but I won’t continue asking you about that. They’re far too petty now,” Helena shrugged as she turned around completely, her back no pressed against the cold metal. “In a time of war minor incidents are to be expected, just as casualties are. Maybe we’ll find ourselves fighting for the same fight, after all,” she murmured, remembering her brothers last failure at performing one of the easiest spells and her father telling her about it through a letter, claiming he has too much to learn in not enough time. Spoiled and rotten -- that’s all her brother every was, while Helena learned and blossomed. Maybe she’d be used as a weapon, a queen rather than a pawn. But even the possibility of freedom were all clouded by the fact of becoming a supporter of the dark lord herself, just her father. 

“I’m sure you must be proud of yourself -- playing the lion in a world of lambs.”

[twofacedserpent]

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(New and Improved!) Basic Character Statistics Template

Basic Information

Full Name: Helena Calista Avery

Nickname(s): Avery, Hel (like the norse goddess)

Age: 18

Date of Birth: July 15th 1958

Hometown: Edinburgh, Scotland

Current Location: Hogwarts 

Ethnicity: White

Nationality: Scottish 

Gender: Cis-Female

Pronouns: She/her

Orientation: Bisexual

Religion: None

Political Affiliation: None 

Occupation: Student

Living Arrangements: Slytherin Dormitory + Prefect’s Bathroom, Her Family Mansion in Edinburgh

Language(s) Spoken: English, Latin, French 

Accent: English (her father insisted on it)

Physical Appearance

Face Claim: Nina Dobrev

Hair Colour: Brunette

Eye Colour: Brown

Height: 5′7″ or 170cm

Weight: 122lbs or 55 kgs

Build: Slender, slightly athletic 

Tattoos: None

Piercings: Two lobe piercings

Clothing Style: Dresses in various styles (lace, leather, silk, etc ), Heels, Head ornaments (headbands and such), jewelry

Usual Expression: Calm, but cold staring eyes, not smiling, not inviting, ruling

Distinguishing Characteristics: Her doe eyes, her silky locks, her breasts

Health

Physical Ailments: None

Neurological Conditions: None

Allergies: None

Sleeping Habits: Stays awake for quite a while because of her duties as a head girl, studies most of the night because it’s much more quiet, sleeps somewhere in the evening (possibly)

Eating Habits: Never skips meals, but rather keeps carbs off her plate,.

Exercise Habits: Occassional training and running, but that’s about it. Emotional Stability: 9 - Her emotions are nothing but a weakness to her and she lets everyone know about it. She has built up a wall no one but Rabastan, Evan and Augustus can penetrate (and that’s even a weakness for her)

Sociability: Likes to lead and advise others, plays her game around others, manipulative

Body Temperature: Naturally warm

Addictions: Knowledge and power

Drug Use: Occassional 

Alcohol Use: Rarely, but if so then only wine or champagner (or similar drinks)

Personality

Label: The Strategist

Positive Traits: ambitious, pragmatic, adaptable 

Negative Traits: manipulative, selfish, secretive

Goals/Desires: live her life like she wants it to be, keep herself alive for as long as possible, to receive the highest honors/marks, not marrying a man she hates/despises

Fears: loss of respect for her, loss of her loved ones, losing Rabastan, losing Evan, losing Augustus

Hobbies: making potions, studying, her duties as a head girl, manipulating people, winning, the games she plays with Rabastan, occassional watching Hogwarts, challenges

Habits: tapping fingers, twirling hair, lip biting, smirking, crossing legs, breathing in deeply if focused, rolling eyes. 

Favourites

Weather: warm-ish, rainy days

Colour: Emerald Green, Blood red, grey 

Music: Classical music, wrock

Movies: No preference, but avoids romantic comedies and romances

Sport: Quidditch (sometimes)

Beverage: Butterbeer; Tea 

Food: Her mom’s special family recipe -- Shepherd’s Pie

Animal: Snakes, Wolves, Dragons

Family

Father: Hector Avery - 50, Former Slytherin, member of the first Knights of Walpurgis

Mother: Ophelia Avery née Parkinson - 48, Former Slytherin, Potion Maker and Creator

Sibling(s):  Jasper - 20, Former Slytherin, (soon to be) following into his father’s footsteps as a death eater

Children: None

Pet(s): Millicent, Barn Owl

Family’s Financial Status: Upper class, Pureblood

Extra

Zodiac Sign: Cancer

MBTI: ESTJ

Enneagram: The Scholar 

Temperament: Choleric

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Primary Vice: Greed

Primary Virtue: Diligence

Element: Water

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@heavenly-hellion

Place: Clock Tower Time: 10 PM

The last chime for today and silence awaited her shortly afterwards. The opportunity to be all by herslf, to enjoy her own personal moment of freedom and tranquility. Her muscles relaxed after some time, adjusted to the unusual situation of being under no pressure whatsoever. With every passing minute Helena relaxed more and more to the point where she could easily heart the animals within the forbidden forest, the steps approaching her ----

She turned around and within split seconds her muscles tensed again. “Are you here to celebrate your success? I must admit I’m impressed, Cassius,” she told him.

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[twofacedserpent]

lionheartedserpent:

“Are we friends?” he asks before he can help himself, one eyebrow arched expectantly, an undisguised sneer to his voice. “Of course, my mistake, I assumed you were only using me to your own ends like the rest of this school. I don’t have friends, Helena.” No one gives a damn about me. “Regulus being the sole exception.”

Ruffled, Severus crosses his arms over his chest defensively. A scowl plays at his lips as he takes a second to evaluate her, dark eyes fixed unblinkingly on her face, carefully watching her expression. Finally he looks away with a little frustrated noise.

He shouldn’t have brought it up, there’s too much that could go wrong with this conversation. He needs a cigarette. “Do you mind if I smoke?” Severus asks, flatly, but doesn’t wait for a response before pulling a pack and a muggle lighter out of the pocket of his robes.

A lit cigarette being worried between his nimble fingers, it’s on the first exhale, smoke coiling up from between his lips, that Severus gives her a real answer. “A boy. I’m involved with a boy. As if being half-blood scum wasn’t already disgusting enough.”

Helena tilted her head and immediately pouted ever so slightly. With her poison already a part of his system and her own strings attached to the most talented boy she knew, Helena couldn’t resist but play her game even further to perfection. Yet, that Slytherin boy did something to her, something magnificent. For some time she felt her heart beat in a curious rhythm, the same rhythm she felt close to Evan, Rabastan and Augustus. “You shouldn’t question my friendship like that. I thought you knew I’d do everything in my power to keep you safe. The whole essence of friendship consists of loyalty, helpfulness and kindness, right?” His defensive attitude and body language really made her snap a little, at least in the inside. On the outside she remained calm and, around Severus, lukewarm rather than cold. 

“No, I don’t mind if you stay, either. Just, stay. You helped me and now it’s my turn to help you the best I can. My father taught me one or two things about the minds of men. They’re rather curious and easily excited by the most expensive and useless objects, but--” she stopped as he finally answered her question even in the slightest. A boy -- a boy?! “In that case,” she started, her body tense already. “Don’t say such a thing, you sound like my father,” not like most of Hogwarts actually sounded like him -- paranoid much?

She slowly approached him, but kept her hands to herself. “Just go for it. If your heart’s telling you to give in to the passion, then by all means go ahead. No one can judge you, especially those who are without love, like me,” she said with a slight smile on her face, both frightened by and proud of the answer.

[twofacedserpent]

like this for a starter from Helena!

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“Don’t,” Helena protested, her legs already moving her closer towards her target, the one and only Narcissa Black. With new rules and dangers surrounding them, Helena searched for every Slytherin student herself, to guide them towards the (probably) safe common room. “Don’t walk alone. Hogwarts not safe, yet.” Her voice was rather sharp, even sharper than usual considering the danger they’d faced just a day ago. Her actions had to be even more precise, more focused on her own classmates rather than those silly Hufflepuff’s, witty Ravenclaw’s or reckless and mostly foolish Gryffindor’s. “Cassius might be in detention, but he’s one of my least worries. I’ve already prompted Lucius to take care of some others and I thought it might be easier if I would search for you myself.” She stood fairly relaxed near a few doors as she explained herself. “I do hope you had no intentions of visiting the boys’ dorm at that hour, love,” Helena smirked.