Augustus Rookwood

I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.

[rab-stan]

Curly locks loosely held in a bun above her head, Emmeline nibbled on a Bertie’s Bean while chocolate hues skimmed the potions recipe sat before her on the desk. Waves of tiredness washed over her endlessly as she released a yawn, begrudgingly trying her hardest to stay awake. Perhaps, if she closed her eyes for just a second – maybe a few minutes – she would survive long enough to get through the book ready for tomorrow’s test. Bloody hell, why did they have to make the library chairs so comfortable?! She rubbed at her squinting eyes until she found herself slipping into a luxurious lull, eyes rolling back – a few minutes turned into an hour – until she was woken up by a loud noise. “–hmph!! uhm–i’m sorry, d-did you say something?”

[unspeakablespy-blog]

       || Augustus never made a habit of socializing. What was the point?, he’d ask himself begrudgingly whenever one of his housemates would try to worm into his life, asking him senseless questions he didn’t want to answer, didn’t want to be a part of. The world was fucking doomed and attachment was dangerous. He preferred the company of himself, of books, of people and places he could control. 

      The library was always more quiet just before curfew, when anal retentive, panic at the drop of a hat students would run back to their dorms, afraid of getting in trouble. It was just about when Augustus was mid-way through the Restricted Section that a strictly restricted book fell off the shelf much to his dismay, clambering to the floor with an ungodly sound, hollering until he kicked it shut. Irritated, he scooped it up and ducked out, head down and hands shoved inside of his pockets. A soft voice to his left made him realize he was hardly alone.

      “I don’t tend to sound like a demon,” Augustus replied dryly, giving the girl a look. “It’s near curfew.” Maybe that’d get her to leave. 

[hidden-claws-deactivated2017051]

‘‘Quidditch is going to be the death of me.’‘ She uttered while on the ground after falling from her broomstick, one hand upon her aching shoulder. Τhat was the consequence for practicing a rather risky dive all of a sudden.

[unspeakablespy-blog]

      || “Precisely why it’s a ridiculous sport. Deadly, really. Can’t imagine why it is allowed in a school.”

[unspeakablespy-blog]

22. Do you still talk to any of your ex’s?

“Isn’t that a sign of being a sociopath?”

“No, I don’t.”

[unspeakablespy-blog]

1,2,3,23

1. If you’ve ever tried drugs or alcohol, what was your reason for first trying it?

“Sometimes we all need a reality break, a mind-number.”

2. Do you think you could ever have an abortion or support one if you or your gf unexpectedly turned up pregnant right this second?:

“What makes you think I have a girlfriend? Let alone one I’d care for.”

3. If you were far from home and needed to sleep for the night, would you choose to rent a crappy motel room for $60 or sleep in your car for free?

“I’m not a filthy Muggle. I’d take the motel.”

23. As of this minute, what is going through your mind?

“How dreadful NEWTs are going to be...”

[theojamesthoseeyebrows]

[unspeakablespy-blog]

time waits for no one

Augustus & OPEN 

       || The stands buzzed with lethal energy as athletic robes of green and silver, blue and bronze drifted up above. A cataclysm of bats and bludgers resounded throughout the grounds as the game grew increasingly more violent. It was ridiculous; the stands on the verge of collapse had they not been held together by magic. Fucking Beauxbatons students cramping their already overcrowded school. 

       Augustus Oliver Rookwood, however, was not in the stands. He was just outside, his nearly onyx eyes surveying the glossy surface of the Black Lake. The Giant Squid poked out a tentacle and Augustus flinched before moving on. He was not going to stand idle by the stands, waiting for the game to finish and for thousands of bodies to exit at once. 

      He made it to the forest’s edge in record time to throw himself down beside an old oak. Augustus, feeling particularly contemplative, removed his favored,worn sketch-book from his tattered leather bag and began to draw. 

      It was so nice to be alone. 

[panlightwood-blog]

strange study habits: pan & open

It was near one in the morning by now, Pan figured. Everyone in the Ravenclaw dormitory was fast asleep, their seventh year already beginning to take its toll. And yet there Pan was, wide awake with the fierce desire to knock out her Transfiguration assignment. Fully aware of the punishment she would receive if she left the common room at this time, she also knew that the punishment would be light for her. Especially if she told them the truth: she simply studied better at night.

So that was how she found herself throwing on a dressing robe over her pajamas and putting on a pair of slippers. Gathering her materials, she quietly opened the dormitory door and snuck out through a small opening before closing it in a breath of air. A dying fire gave her enough light to see by to assure she would not hurt herself trying to get out of the dorm, although she almost lost her left slipper on the stairs. Setting her things down on a sofa, she pulled a hair tie out of thin air and put her hair in a loose bun to keep it tame, then picked her books back up.

The hallway was eerily quiet, just how Pan liked it. One of her favorite things about night time were that she could almost be assured of being the only mind awake and alert in her near vicinity. No worrying about running into other people and having to be social. Just the silent monotony of Hogwarts’ staircases shuffling and the soft scurry of house elves running around and cleaning. It was almost like daydreaming for her, since she slept during the day and was actually dreaming in the light hours, instead of letting her mind wander. When she was young, she’d gotten in the habit of staying up reading into the night, only to terrify her mother by appearing at the breakfast table like a wraith, and then collapsing for a four hour nap after eating. It had gotten to the point that her mother ordered her to just sleep in because she could not stand to see her child looking so frightening at such an early hour. Now that Pan had no parental supervision, she just slept when she felt like it, which it never felt like she needed to as much as other people. Perhaps there were just too many things she wished to do in a day for sleep to be necessary.

After ten minutes of walking, she found a place that looked conducive to studying and set down her things. It was a small alcove on the fourth floor, with dark curtains that she could sneak behind and use the moonlight as her bedside lamp. Shrugging out of her dressing gown, she grabbed her wand from its pocket and laid it out on the surface. Then she sat down, legs crossed, and hunched over to arrange the books and parchment.

As she leaned over, a small movement behind the curtain caused her to freeze. No one was ever out at this time. Maybe it was simply another prefect, but one who was actually on duty. If so, she would explain the situation and they would leave her in peace, unless they were a snake. Their venom was much more poisonous than any of the other houses. Waiting for a moment for them to pass, she popped her head out of the curtains to check they had gone, only to find herself staring them in the face.

“Hello.”

[unspeakablespy-blog]

       || It was a constant battle of lethargy versus insomnia; this push and pull of synapses exploding in his brain that kept Augustus Oliver Rookwood either on edge or so exhausted he couldn’t keep his heavy eyes open. Right now was one of those nights that his brain refused to shut off. 

       Despair, despair, despair. Tragedy, despair. Anger, hate hate hate hatehatehateHATE! 

       His fingers pulsated with blood, twitching at his sides as he found himself, fully-dressed in the darkest corridor of the darkest part of the castle during the darkest part of night. His black boots worked on auto-pilot, carrying him naturally and without thought through the school he knew better than the back of his hand. It was his fucking home and he didn’t care how goddamn pathetic that sounded (because he would sure as hell be damned if he said it aloud). 

      It was by a window that the Ravenclaw found himself, dark eyes scanning dark grounds as his brain refused to settle. Never settling, constantly pulsing, pulsing, pulsing!

      Time was a concept he couldn’t comprehend as he looked beyond his reflection and through the antique windowpane. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten. Over and over and over and over. 

      Not even the distant sound of footsteps jerked him from his despair, the typically agile and reflexive seventh year so distant from the here and now it was dangerous.

      It was the soft sound of a voice, a delicate voice, that had Augustus jerking, his head spinning to seek out the source of the noise. Jaw ticking, hands balled into a fist, he was ready to strike. 

      “What is it that you need?” he hissed automatically, viciously, voice unlike his usual calm, relaxed tone. It was when dilated pupils became aware that it was Pandora, a girl in his house, that Augustus forced himself to visibly soften, though he offered no apology. 

      “Why are you here?”

[madzia5823]

[prankmastcrfabian-blog]

As Fabian’s his hands moved quickly as he continued walkign down the hall — every few seconds or so, he would take a handful of Zonko’s dungbombs out of his pockets and put them into a bag. All it’d taken was an extension charm to get these inside the castle without raising suspicion. The whole time, a smile tugged at his lips. However, the grin faded quickly as he raised his gaze, his eyes noticing another student not too far away. He made no sudden moves, and allowed his voice to sound as calm as he could manage. It wasn’t that big of a deal, was it?

                                                  “———— can I help you?”

[unspeakablespy-blog]

      || “Um, no,” Augustus replied coldly, all trace of charm in his voice gone as he sauntered through a nearly empty corridor. His ever-shifting moods created pinpricks of negative energy in his focus and he was irritated. Dark eyes glared towards the red-head; one of the obnoxious twins in his year. He wasn’t sure which it was, nor did he particularly care. 

       “I’m sure whatever you are doing is ever-so-fascinating to your pea-brain, but I’ve no interest,” he continued. “However, it is advised you find a new hobby. It’s about time to grow up, isn’t it?”

[unspeakablespy-blog]

augustus & alecto || hogsmeade

@itsalectoxcarrow

    || It was inconsequential that Augustus Rookwood found himself alone in Hogsmeade, his cool-attitude nonchalant as he moved effortlessly through dense crowds. His black boots crunched down against old, uneven stones on the sidewalk and Augustus chanced a cigarette; knowing that the consequences of getting caught included a detention, but not particularly caring. He wanted what he wanted. 

     Cigarette dangling precariously from his lips, Augustus sat on a bench, squinting beneath the bright Autumn sun.

[unspeakablespy-blog]

Send Me Memes Please

1. If you’ve ever tried drugs or alcohol, what was your reason for first trying it?

2. Do you think you could ever have an abortion or support one if you or your gf unexpectedly turned up pregnant right this second?

3. If you were far from home and needed to sleep for the night, would you choose to rent a crappy motel room for $60 or sleep in your car for free?

4. Is there a color shirt you’d NEVER wear?

5. Is there a situation where you caved into peer pressure and regretted it?

6. What is your favorite time of the year?

7. Do you like vanilla candles?

8. Have you ever been in a relationship that was going great, and then suddenly something weird happened and you just KNEW it was going to be over soon?

9. Would you ever bleach your hair platinum blonde?

10. What are your plans for tomorrow?

11. What did you have for breakfast?

12. Have you had sex in 1977 yet?

13. Who last slept in your bed besides you?

14. What time did you wake up today?

15. How long until your next birthday?

16. What was the last movie you watched?

17. If you could see any musician live, front row, who would you choose?

18. When did you last consume something that had peanut butter?

19. What’s the last song you heard?

20. When you say you love someone, do you mean it?

21. Do you plan on sleeping in tomorrow?

22. Do you still talk to any of your ex’s?

23. As of this minute, what is going through your mind?

24. Where’s the last place you went?

25. Have you held hands with anyone lately?

26. Has anyone let you down recently?

27. Does it bother you when people try to make you jealous?

28. Whats the next movie you want to see in theaters?

29. Do you have more than 1,000 sickles in your room?

30. Are both of your blood parents still in your life?

31. Were you tired when you woke up this morning?

32. Who is probably talking a load of crap about you right now?

33. When was the last time you went apple picking?

34. Do you sometimes wake up in the morning, lay in bed and think about life?

35. Are you happy summer is coming soon?

36. Do you have drama in your life?

[flawlessgentlemen]

[unspeakablespy-blog]

augustus & antonin || world of words

 @diabolicaldolohov

     || Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.

     Once upon a time, long long ago, when the world was calm and the wind that blew through the trees was nothing but wind, lived a little boy. The boy was young, just barely tall enough to reach up onto the counter to snag a cookie whenever his caretaker was careless enough to leave them on the edge. He was small and naive and knew little of the ways of men. It was at this time that young Augustus discovered the magical world of books. He was far too little to understand what most of the words meant, but he was a bright boy and could sound many of them out. His love started with picture books. He allowed himself to be taken right on into the pages of worlds unknown to him. His imagination went on a rampage and sometimes, Augustus liked to pretend he was the characters inside his books.

      As Augustus grew, each year learning more about the terrible ways of men, books were always there to be his friend. They were an escape from reality as each passing day seemed to grow more difficult to get through. The characters became his friends.

      Now, Augustus was all grown up and befriending characters in books was far from his thoughts. Right now, Augustus was reading, just as many Ravenclaws spent their free time. Not for school, no, Augustus rarely did that. Today Augustus was reading a dark and twisted novel. Augustus was so wrapped up in the world of words that he was left unaware. 

      The normally perceptive teen could easily have been ambushed. 

[aristocraticmalfoy]

“It all depends on who you’ve been spending your time with, really. Wouldn’t want the wrong crowd putting things in your head, would we?”

Lucius chuckled, “I can agree with you there. I haven’t quite figured out their purpose yet.”

[unspeakablespy-blog]

“Didn’t realize you were so concerned for my well-being, Lucius. I promise, I’ve been keeping company with only the best crowd.”

“They have no purpose other than to put those who just don’t belong somewhere.”

[aristocraticmalfoy]

He let out a loud laugh, glancing over at Augustus. “Haven’t seen you around much this year, Rookwood. Glad you haven’t changed.”

“As if we’re known for being polite. Leave that to the Hufflepuffs, mate.”

[unspeakablespy-blog]

“Yes, summer does typically drastically change me.”

“The Puffs are merely dumb. Do not confuse unintelligence with politeness, Lucius.”

[fuckyeaholiverjacksoncohen]

[aristocraticmalfoy]

“Can’t say I’ve ever seen anything like that before. What do you think?”

[unspeakablespy-blog]

“If you’re referring to the sheer size of Amelia’s bottom, I have seen something like that before.”

“Though, that is quite impolite.”