𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑖𝑡 @unwittiing - Tumblr Blog

“ you think okay, I get it, I'm prepared for the worst, but you hold out that small hope, see, and that's what fucks you up. that's what kills you. ”

( * 💀 / phoebe dynevor, questioning, she/her ) — is that katherine ‘kitty’ abbott i just saw rushing down the corridor? i hear they’re a twenty year old hufflepuff, returning for their sixth school year, but their friends would tell you that they are empathetic & earnest as well as flighty & stubborn. if you want to know more about them, i guess i could tell you that they’re pureblood, and from what i hear, they’re currently allying with the the order. when our divination professor looks into their crystal ball, they see: always scalding your tongue, on either bitten-back words or tea you don’t let cool; a smear of lipstick, wiped off on the back of your hand (don’t you know you’re not that kind of girl?); the buzz of celebratory drinks when no one around feels much like celebrating; windswept blonde locks escaping from your braid; layering up on hand-me-down clothes, as if they offer any protection at all. — ( zoe, she/her, 23, cst )

CONTENT WARNINGS: death of a close family member, mourning, referenced drug & alcohol use ADDITIONAL MATERIALS: kitty’s playlist, connections, stats page, & pinterest board

FIND KITTY’S INTRO HERE.

#( ⊱ ━━ 𝒊’𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒍𝒖𝒄𝒌 ┊ intro. )#revelio.intro

𝒌𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒕 — moodboard 003

𝑖𝑛 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 — your softness fades away ( ♪ )

#( ⊱ ━━ 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒔 ┊ audio. )#( ⊱ ━━ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒚 ┊ aes. )#revelio.playlist #now for an ic playlist for kitty #w a completely non canonical insta graphic #for funsies

xbustian:

he knew it wasn’t what it looked like ; little miss. kitty abbott practically cornering him in a room and shutting the door behind her . oops , sorry , she apologized . accident . unless most , he knew she actually meant it . but still , even rab liked a good joke every once in a while . “ i’m not gonna fuck you , if that’s what you’re thinking . ” his expression was unreadable . deadpan . though perhaps , if you looked closely enough , you could see a subtle spark of something foreign in his darkened gaze . was that … amusement ?

it was an arched brow that hinted toward his teasing , though nothing else rabastan lestrange would clean house at dawlish’s weekly poker matches . with his gaze giving a final sweep of the room , his eyes narrowed on something green and silver : his tie . it was tossed carelessly beside a desk , maybe taunting him and daring him to pick it up in front of the blonde . and after a sex-based joke , no less . his bloody luck . “ alright , alright . i’ll give it a go , ” he all but grunted . “ bit of practice , yeah ? look all perfect in class ‘cause you’ve practiced in private first ? ”

kitty spluttered; quite unattractively. she could just tell by the sounds coming out of her mouth that her face was likely formed in some truly un - sexy look of confusion. which, like, good. she didn’t know rabastan well enough to be able to tell if he was like … joking in some harmless way, or if it was some sort of implication on her reputation, or like, meant to be insulting. was it insulting for someone you didn’t want to fuck you to say so openly that they weren’t at all interested in fucking you? like, kitty didn’t want to fuck rabastan, but she thought she was likely a little out of his league, so it did sting ever so slightly to be told that it was off the table before she even offered. not that she’d been going to, but it was the principle of the thing.

“ I’ve never once thought of you fucking me, “ she said in a drawling declaration, any shock she’d still felt well & truly shaken off, now. “ so I suppose it’s good for both of us that you don’t plan on doing so. “ her eyes roved over his face as his roved around the room, seeking out any malice; she was quite good by now at seeing it directed at her, and she couldn’t find any in his eyes. mostly, he looked like he was looking for something; and mostly, it seemed like he wasn’t just looking for an insult to land. fine. she could take him at face value, but not without an eye roll. “ ooh, wrong on that one. though perhaps you shouldn’t be; do people actually do that? “

#( ⊱ ━ 𝒊. ┊ thread. )#( ⊱ ━ 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕. ┊ rabastan lestrange. )

sturgis:

“ THIS WHOLE ESCORTING THING IS STARTING to get annoying. “ stu grumbled, although starting was the wrong word to use, it had bothered stu from the beginning, “ what can prefects do differently than a regular student? “

“ I RECKON THEY’VE GOT FORCE - FIELDS AROUND ‘EM, “ kitty mused, looking at stu with a half - smile she was trying to fight down for the sake of her half - baked joke. “ like, dumbledore gave them to them, or something? probably gonna test ‘ em out at some point, just to scare anyone who’s even thinking of trying to get to class on time but, like, by themselves. “

#( ⊱ ━ 𝒊. ┊ thread. )#( ⊱ ━ 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕. ┊ sturgis podmore. )

vvitchcraftt:

ariel could feel herself slowly going i n s a n e. the rules that had been put in place following the announcement of professor ambarella’s murder death felt like a chokehold on ariel’s incessant need to keep moving to stay alive. and she understood that the rules were merely for that of their own safety, but if one more prefect told her this, she thought perhaps she might be ending up in detention. she was exhausted, and energised, and buzzing, and flatlining, and confused. but she was trying — she wanted to prove that she could handle stability. that she could do what she was told, even if all she wanted to do was scream.

it was deadly silent in the library as the senior students sat for their study period. so silent it was deafening. ariel tapped the point of her quill in a fast pace atop the wood table, chewing on the nails of her other hand to keep her mouth shut. why the fuck was it so quiet ? ariel couldn’t help herself — looking up across the table, ariel locked eyes with the first person she could and psst’d to get their attention. “ come find a book with me ? ” she hissed, ensuring the librarian who sat four tables away couldn’t hear them. “ i’m a super fun study buddy, swearsies. ”

kitty’s head jerked up from her herbology notes when she heard ariel’s ‘ psst ‘ — she had a knotgrass clipping taped to the inside of her note - book and was trying to draw an accurate rendering of the clipping so she could finally rip the damn thing out. it was making it seriously hard to close, and also the whole thing smelled so very green now. she was a more than passable artist but found she was having some difficulty in choosing how to depict its budding flowers. the distraction would’ve been welcome coming from anyone, but was, like, doubly welcome when it was ariel. kitty made eye contact with ariel, head nodding almost before she registered giving it permission to. she’d already half - slid out of her seat by the time she replied.

“ you’re a menace of a study buddy, is what you are. but luckily I like that in a study buddy, so we’re quite well - matched. “ she’d slipped out of her shoes at some point whilst trying to get the leaves just right, so her footsteps were suitably silent as she made her way towards ariel’s seat. “ after we find this book of yours, you can help me figure out if it’s worth getting some color on my herbology notes or if I’m, like, generally smart enough to know that leaves are green without it. c’mon; what book are we on the hunt for? “

#( ⊱ ━ 𝒊. ┊ thread. )#( ⊱ ━ 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕. ┊ ariel mackay. )

gillywds:

far off look , her head set in a book - siena nearly jumps at the other’s call . ❛ oh , uh , hey kitty . ❜ they’re quick to respond , looking over to kitty . she’s right , the place is overly crowded - full of those she’s sure will never return to the library after september . it’s more than a relief to see the familiar face . ❛ that’s sweet , thanks . ❜ they head closer , pulling out a chair across from them and taking a seat . her bag is dropped to the side next to them , book dropped within . ❛ mhm . i think i’ve only seen some of them in class - nodding off most likely . ❜

kitty beamed when siena pulled out the seat across from her. she, like, generally liked the library. the hufflepuff common room was great, of course, she didn’t want anyone to think she didn’t think so. but when you were working on something in the library people seemed more inclined to leave you alone unless you flagged them down. which, she guessed she just had with siena; she liked being left alone, but she also liked company. siena was good company. she tried to tone down her smile, leaning across the table to be able to talk to them without her volume disturbing the next table over. “ so much better to stay awake and nod off in the library, yeah ? “ she asked, cocking her head. “ which I actually saw someone do earlier, before someone re - shelving a book startled them awake and they left. “

#( ⊱ ━ 𝒊. ┊ thread. )#( ⊱ ━ 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕. ┊ siena parkinson. )

patiils:

“ oh, i’m always exhausted. ” she shrugged as she continued the journey towards the potions classroom, which kitty had apparently decided to join her on. “ what’s got you down, though? ” the question hung in the air between them for a moment as isha tried to decide on what she should say next. “ my courses this year have been absolutely brutal… so, believe me, i get it. ” as soon as the sentence left her mouth, she could practically feel the weight of her parent’s disappointment bear down on her. from an astonishingly young age she had been taught how important it was to never let her weaknesses show; to never give anyone a reason to doubt her and her abilities. “ you know, you’re always welcome to join me in the library. if you’re ever feeling too overwhelmed. ”

“ oh, “ kitty said, looking after isha at the other’s admission; said so easily, shrugged off, that kitty wondered if it wasn’t the sort of thing people just kind of said to have said it. “ if the exhaustion’s, like, an enduring problem I think you can go to the hospital wing and ask for a sleeping drought? “ she bit on her lip, hurrying her strides to keep up with isha where she’d stalled out. it was far easier to offer solutions for a problem isha might’ve not really cared about than, like, actually answer the question she’d posed to kitty in return. ‘ what’s got you down? ' well, it was nice to have someone that apparently didn’t know; but that just meant kitty wasn’t going to talk about this summer unless she was made to. “ though if it’s just the course load, I totally get it, I swear the new defense professor is trying to shove a month into her first week despite not really missing much class time in the first place. “ kitty was rambling. kity was also fully aware she was rambling and not too inclined to stop herself. “ and, like, given that, I may just have to take you up on that offer, sometime. “

#( ⊱ ━ 𝒊. ┊ thread. )#( ⊱ ━ 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕. ┊ isha patil. )

oflucivs:

“how can you even read that?” of course he had been peering over at her parchment, brows furrowed at the writing that he definitely couldn’t make out. it was none of his business, and he knew that.. but lucius had always been a little nosey. he liked knowing the stupidest things about people. this puff was no exception. “like.. that looks like what my writing looked like when i was six.” he knows it’s all because she was rushing, but it doesn’t stop him from rubbing it in - from being an asshole as always. he had been watching her with such a curious but judgemental gaze, that was for sure. yet he knew how it felt to not be fully listening during a class or meeting, and so he spoke up. “— do you need me to give you my notes? so you know that you have everything written down correctly?”

“ I’m, y’know — very in tune with my handwriting, “ kitty lied, well aware that she sounded more than a tad defensive. she thought about fighting the defensiveness out of her tone; then her gaze darted sideways towards lucius, clocking the furrow in his brows, and she decided not to fight anything. she turned her quill over in her hands, using the tip of the feather to point to one particularly egregious line. “ like, see that squiggly bit there? I can tell with near 80% accuracy that it’s … well, either a ‘ g ‘ or a ‘ y. ‘ and I think the little bit before it is an m, so, like, probably a y? “ she was second - guessing the decision to double down in defense of her writing. kitty shrugged, tapping the end of the quill silently on the parchment a few times in rapid succession. “ okay, well, to be honest my handwriting’s kind of, like, a mess of a million different writing patterns. it’s really much more legible when I focus. “ kitty chewed the inside of her cheek, taking in lucius’ offer. she whirled in her seat to face him full on. “ don’t you need your notes? what could you possibly get out of giving them to me? “

#( ⊱ ━ 𝒊. ┊ thread. )#( ⊱ ━ 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕. ┊ lucius malfoy. )

brkencrown:

they see kitty before she finds her place , moving their things aside to make room for her . they had been up all night again , red eyes staring at the ceiling that offered no ANSWERS or SYMPATHY for the nightmares that await their closed eyes . the special restlessness was something that settled into their bones long ago , leaving sirius growing use to the horrors of it . the morning was always the worst, watching everyone look so REFRESHED left him more than bitter , a permeant morning scowl forming as he surveys the table when kitty sits . they unscrew a flask hidden in their robes , leaning forward on the table to block the others from seeing . eyes locking with kitty as they pour some into their juice , they hold it up for her . “ i’ll be lucky to get through the day. i’ll keep you and your erumpents trampled body in my prayers today , kitty abbott . ” false chivalry drips from the lips while true sympathy lies in their eyes while they nod .

some part of kitty was always morbidly curious when people mentioned their ‘ prayers ‘ — though, like, people might be putting it broadly. she’d heard it earnestly enough from some half - bloods and muggleborns, people whose families still took them to whatever church they believed in every time hogwarts let out for the holidays. given what she knew of sirius’ family, though, kitty wondered … well, not too seriously. she knew his prayers were, like, a beat in the joke, kind of. she thought about asking, then reconsidered; do you believe in god, sirius? wasn’t exactly light - hearted morning banter. instead, she just stole a sip of the spiked juice, then slid it back to them. hair of the dog never really helped, in her opinion; what helped was a shower, but she’d woken up too late for that, would have to wait until she had a free hour in her class schedule to sneak one in. “ well, I may have dropped divination, but my prediction for the day is that … you’ll be very lucky indeed. now you’ve almost got to get through the day, ‘less you wanna prove me wrong, or something. “

#( ⊱ ━ 𝒊. ┊ thread. )#( ⊱ ━ 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕. ┊ sirius black. )

it used to be interesting, and then, like everything else, the slow march of time killed it. eve n kitty!!

kitty blinked, slowly. maybe a little owlishly; one, two, three big lashed blinks, more of a fluttering of her eyes as she tried to think of how to respond. she, like, privately thought that maybe this wasn’t the sort of thing you were meant to reply to? like, it was a case of someone maybe thinking out loud. lord knew that when she was high, she said a lot of stuff like … well, not like that, but not unlike that, either. kitty, as a general rule, tried not to think about the slow march of time sober. maybe this was eve’s way of asking kitty to smoke them up? something to consider, maybe?

“ no, totally, “ kitty agreed, blinking hard once more. just a last little blink for the road, in case it shook some sense into her brain so she could make sense of eve’s musing. no cigar. “ uh. like, y’know, a lot of things are more interesting when they’re — like, fresh, y’know? or, new, that’s another way of sayin’ it. um. but maybe it’s just … “ what the fuck was the ‘ it ‘ in question, though, that was the fucking question. shit. it was just now dawning on kitty that perhaps by, like, floating in & out of paying attention to eve, she had missed some key context. “ like, now it can be interesting in a different way, now? something to consider. “

#( ⊱ ━━ 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓 ┊ a. )#( ⊱ ━ 𝒂. ┊ meme. )#( ⊱ ━ 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕. ┊ eve parkinson. )#drugs mention //#does this make sense?? no.#but kitty doesn't make sense so at least it's in character

xbustian:

were he a religious man , he may have thanked god for the timing of it all ; harper left not five minutes ago , leaving rab to straighten up the mess he made ( a knocked over desk here , a series of scattered papers there ) . but it was probably a good thing because if he were a religious man , he would have to pencil in a bloody flagellation or two . the bastard was practically drowning in sin , suffocating his way straight to hell . “ hmm , ” rab started , pushing the final chair in before leaning against the desk . “ does sort of pose the question of why you’re here . ” he paused . “ but i tend not to ask questions i don’t wanna answer myself , so … have at it . what do i care ? ” he mumbled the latter under his breath , eyes scanning his surroundings for any forgotten items . something was missing . he could feel it .

“ I guess it does sort of post that question, “ kitty admitted, shutting the door behind her. without turning her back to rabastan, though, of course. she wasn’t fucking scared of him, like, specifically; but her heart hadn’t really gotten over the surprise of seeing another living soul in this room, so; she’d let that fight or flight instinct run its course through her, thanks, and if that meant shutting the door so no one else could hear their conversation whilst not turning her back on someone then, like, fine. she could privately admit that maybe it was good that she wasn’t alone with her thoughts right now, even if she privately thought that rabastan wasn’t much better company than one of the ghosts. fuck, the fat friar he was not. kitty was not going to tell him that, though. she still had some sense of self - preservation.

instead, she cocked a brow at rabastan, tried to seem less … jumpy, or whatever, than she was. “ but, in exchange for not askin’ it, I’ll give you three guesses as to what I’m here for, if you’re still curious.”

#( ⊱ ━ 𝒊. ┊ thread. )#( ⊱ ━ 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕. ┊ rabastan lestrange. )

gillywds:

❛ i thought y’might like some quiet , kitty . ‘s all a bit much being back , isn’t it ? ❜ she says , something like a smile on her face as she greets the other . recovery isn’t linear , and no one knows that better than wilda . the path from trauma onward goes forwards and backwards , she’d been close to flying again - once . but she’d only gotten a few meters into the air before she’d rushed back down to the ground . still her trauma isn’t the same as her friend’s , she cannot imagine what the other is going through . ❛ some quiet and some chips , of course . ❜ she pauses to offer the other a paper baggie , filled near to the brim . ❛ had’ta bride the elves . not as good as a chippy’s , but they’ll do . ❜

“ ‘ a bit much ‘ seems a good way to put it, yeah, “ kitty said, proud of herself for keeping her tone, like, even and everything; like, shit, she knew that she was prone to crying under … even less extenuating circumstances. that she kept any and all quivering, wavering fragility out of her voice was an accomplishment. then she felt, in a small little bit of her, a little guilty for trying so hard in front of wilda, of all people, who she was almost one - hundred percent certain wouldn’t use her wavering voice against her. there was just, y’know, a little bit of guilt around wilda, right now, which made her feel even guiltier for feeling it. she made herself smile, sure that, if nothing else, it at least matched wilda’s in wattage. what a set they made. she reached a hand ( that didn’t waver even a bit, fuck yeah, ten points to hufflepuff for kitty abbott’s sure fingers — ) towards the bag of chips, smile widening a little despite herself at the first bite. “ I mean, they’re pretty good, “ kitty said. tried to think of something to say that wasn’t as fucking depressing as, ‘ I haven’t had good shit from a chippy in a while anyway, my mom hates them, so … ‘ She came up blank, and shrugged while reaching for another. “ I might have to pay the elves a visit, y’know, give my compliments to the chef. fingers crossed it’ll take less bribery next time, that way. “

#( ⊱ ━ 𝒊. ┊ thread. )#( ⊱ ━ 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕. ┊ wilda griffiths. )

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𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 — if I keep my eyes closed ( ♪ )

#revelio.playlist #( ⊱ ━━ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒚 ┊ aes. )#( ⊱ ━━ 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒔 ┊ audio. )

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𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑒 — kitty dresses for comfort & warmth over almost anything else. she tends to run cold and as such prefers things she can layer; multiple pairs of socks tucked over the cuffs of overalls, worn on top of sweaters and under flannels. growing up, her wardrobe was almost exclusively stocked by her mother, so kitty stole clothes to wear from her brothers’ closets; whenever an ex broke up with her, she stole sweaters & sweatshirts from them as payback. and when jacob died, she raided his closet before it could be packed away & now wears at least one item of his daily. it helps her feel closer to him.

#( ⊱ ━━ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒚 ┊ aes. )#kitty's style can & should be described as ' sexy lobster farmer '

@gillywds

“ hey, siena, “ kitty called out as she saw the ravenclaw pass the table she’d claimed in the library. a little too late, she recalled that you weren’t really meant to ‘ call out ‘ in the library, and spared a quick glance around her to see if anyone was, like, actively glaring at her. it seemed she was in the clear; a relief, which she was sure showed plain on her face when she turned back to smile at siena. “ were you looking for a place to sit? I swear, like, this place only gets this crowded the first few weeks back and then, I guess, before exams. “ she huffed out a breath, watching absently as the expelled air seemed to push a lock of her blonde hair closer towards her nose. she reached up to tug it out of the way as she continued, “ it’s crowded, anyway, was the point. “

#( ⊱ ━ 𝒊. ┊ thread. )#( ⊱ ━ 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕. ┊ siena parkinson. )

@brkencrown

classes had scarcely begun and kitty was already sick & tired of having to wake up at a reasonable time each and every morning. she felt like she looked sick and tired too, which didn’t really help ease her morning irritability. kitty knew she’d passed the long hufflepuff table, filled with her housemates bedecked in cheery hufflepuff gold; she made a beeline for gryffindor’s table anyway, once she’d caught sight of a head of hot - pink hair. she wasn’t sure if the seat next to sirius had been left open for someone in particular — but if it was kitty thought, grumpy and a bit uncharitable, that they could suck it. she plopped herself down next to them and started helping herself to some of gryffindor’s toast and juice. “ morning, “ kitty said, finally chancing a look sideways at the gryffindor. “ I feel like I’ve been run over by a herd of erumpents, how’re you doing? “

#( ⊱ ━ 𝒊. ┊ thread. )#( ⊱ ━ 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕. ┊ sirius black. )

@patiils

after six years in the castle, with little time really spared to get to know each new crop of first years, kitty had to admit there was an increasingly small population of hogwarts who she knew on sight. it still sent a slight thrill through her to catch a familiar face when she was adrift in the halls following the end of the day’s classes; kitty saw isha, and clung to the sight of her like a lifeline, immediately cutting across the busy hallway to tuck herself close to the ravenclaw’s side and match their strides up as best she could. “ hey, you, “ she said, working hard to sound bubblier than she felt. her ears were always a little critical of her own voice, but she thought she pulled it off alright enough. “ are you exhausted? I’m exhausted. “

#( ⊱ ━ 𝒊. ┊ thread. )#( ⊱ ━ 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕. ┊ isha patil. )

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