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Task 001: QUESTIONNAIRE
beware the broken people they’ve learned how to survive with shards of glass under their skin
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siriusoreoblack:
“The killing curse has to be the most boring way to go. Like what - one second you are there and then, bam, green light and you’re just gone? I’d rather be mauled to death by a bear or something.”
❝ As tempting as watching you suffer a miserable, drawn out death, I'm going to have to pass for now. ❞
lusciousmalfoy:
Lucius was closing up shop for the afternoon, business having been a bit slow that day and he had no patience to stand around in the cold store, alone, while he waited for someone to show up and buy some ingredients. Slipping his keys into his jacket pocket, he moved down the streets of Diagon Alley, dodging the people who were walking in the opposite direction. His thoughts were on his growling stomach and what he would want to eat for dinner that night when a loud pop caught his attention and brought him back down to earth. Glancing up, he noticed a girl just a few short feet from him who had the misfortunate of splinching herself on the way there, at least that’s what it seemed to be the problem. Slowly approaching her, he didn’t get too close until the girl began to snap at him and he slowly raised his arms up in surrender. “I was just going to tell you that you’re getting blood all over my shoes.” He spoke. “Though I might have something for that back at my shop but…you don’t want my help.” Lucius continued, watching the girl.
Hood of her cape still concealing her most her face from sight, Emma took a single stride back, blood spilling down her cheek as she hoped desperately to avoid people until she made her way back home. Hearing a familiar voice from her time at Hogwarts, Emma's expression turned sour, brows furrowing in annoyance, glaring up at the blonde. ❝ You think someone with my connections doesn't have access to things you have at your shop, or BETTER. ❞ Emma's laughter turned malicious, chocolate hues filled with an underlining darkness.
monsieurprongz:
“what an unpleasant choice of words.” james potter wasn’t one to be offended by people like emma, but still, towards the feeling of helping another, specially when they’re about to fall, was not pointless. the boy stepped back, letting go of her arm slowly as his expression became utterly blank. he had just returned of an uncomfortably long expedition and not being able to return home so soon, he was in nowhere patient and ready to deal with such people “you ungrateful, increarably pointless, horrifying… keeper.” he controlled himself in time, rubbing his eyes in order to contain his rage and pain.
❝ Words of pleasantry have and never will be my forte, if you're hoping for someone to kiss your ass, I suggest going elsewhere, ❞ bitterness strong in each word uttered, corner of her lips pursing back into a grimace. she knew very well that she was in dire need of help, or at least a small vial of dittany, but admitting such a thing to someone such as James Potter was the last thing she was going to do. Call it pride, or stupidity, but her fierce need to be overly independent always managed to come out on top. Suddenly rage and fury struck her at James' next uttered string of words, brows knitting together as dark brown hues glared back at him. ❝ Either a death wish is something in your cards tonight, or you're carelessness is finding its way to get the best of you. ❞ She scoffed, taking a dangerous step forward, able to mask the pain as fingers dipped into the inner linings of her pockets, grasping onto the handle of her weapon of choice.
eddbcnes:
Running a hand through his hair, Ed made his way through Diagon alley, a grin spread across his lips. He’d just finished meeting with his sister, when he heard a pop nearby. He froze, eyebrow arching skyward as he looked around, eyes rolling slightly as he saw who it was. “Oh don’t bullshit me, Vanity.” He scoffed, pulling out his wand, “I know basic healing spells, at least, until you get your hands on some dittany.”
As eyes fell on the figure that had approached, brows furrowed in growing annoyance, a mixture of aggravation and desire filling her inner most thoughts. Fingers curled against his wrist as sharp nails dug into Ed's flesh, eyes lingering on Ed's, ❝ And you don't think I'm able to take care of myself, Bones, as if you're capable of more than I can accomplish with a licorice wand. ❞ she hissed between her teeth, licking her lips as a ghost of a smirk managed to flicker onto her features. ❝ So unless you wish to find yourself in a similar or WORSE state, I'd back away. ❞
monsieurpadfoots:
Sirius tensed, closing his eyes to collect himself before turning around, counting like Lily had told him to. He got to four.
“Vanity. I was under the impression your lot only travelled in packs. Didn’t expect to see you roaming the streets alone.” He didn’t sneer as much as he did when he was fourteen, but he was close to it now.
Heels clicked against the ground beneath them, echoing against the lonesome streets as arms crossed over her chest, eyes flickering up and down as she took in the other's appearance. ❝ MY lot? Don't for a second try and link me with THOSE imbeciles we shared a school with, I have not nor will I EVER be apart of any crowd. I would wish the same worthless end on each and everyone of my fellow housemates if they were the one standing before me now. ❞ She assured him, brows knitting together as gaze turned into a dangerously dark glare.
Practice seemed to drag on for hours, consuming her morning and most of her afternoon. It’s not that she minded, in all honesty. Emma loved her hours on the pitch, but some days she just wanted to be to herself, it was the people that got to her. The downside of being a keeper one the best team was constantly having to be surrounded by them and deal with them in a fashionable manner. Finally as the time came to an end, the petite brunette made a beeline for the changing room and quickly swapped out of her quidditch attire and into something more comfortable. Her all black wear hugging her tight figure as she pulled her locks into a pony just moments before apparating out. Not being entirely awake and alert, Emma managed to splinch herself on the pop into Diagon Alley, somehow managing to keep herself upright.
❝ No, I am fine. I do not need your help, ❞ she hissed at the other as they approached, swatting hands away.
monsieurpadfoots:
“How hard is it to do a wheelie on a motorcycle?“ Sirius appraised his vehicle, a bit worn-looking from practicing the flying charms (unsuccessful, but close). He’d been itching to get out of his house for ages, he needed to do something. “How many feet can you go, doing a wheelie, without crashing?”
❝ If you ask me, I’d be more interested in seeing how many times you can have a go at attempting to do a wheelie before causing a fatal accident to YOURSELF, but then again, somehow the lot of you always manage to miraculously not die. ❞
— Clarice Lispector (requested by anon)
Hello and welcome all, I’m beyond thrilled to have so many talented writers among us and even more so excited to start roleplaying. If you haven’t worked things out yet, I’m Kassie and at the moment I’ve taken up three characters to kick things off, because as you’ll find out I have no self control with characters. Below the cut you’ll find a mini introduction to each of my wonderful characters, as well as links to more in depth bios. Though I’d like to add that I have yet to write up one for Andromeda as this was sort of a last minute decision, and I apologize but I’ll definitely be getting to that as soon as possible !!
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Hello and welcome all, I’m beyond thrilled to have so many talented writers among us and even more so excited to start roleplaying. If you haven’t worked things out yet, I’m Kassie and at the moment I’ve taken up three characters to kick things off, because as you’ll find out I have no self control with characters. Below the cut you’ll find a mini introduction to each of my wonderful characters, as well as links to more in depth bios. Though I’d like to add that I have yet to write up one for Andromeda as this was sort of a last minute decision, and I apologize but I’ll definitely be getting to that as soon as possible !!
Andromeda Black (Slytherin)
FC: Alicia Vikander Age: Twenty-Five Sexuality: Heterosexual Blood Status: Pureblood Occupation: Bartender Family Members: Bellatrix Black, Narcissa Black, Sirius Black, Regulus Black, Evan Rosier, etc. Brief Description: Unlike her sisters, Andromeda has never been one to believe in a superior blood and so has always kept herself distant from the war and everything related to it. Keeping a close relationship with many outside her own house, she found herself drawn to stories and tales of the muggle world, and beyond. She’s open to most, warm at first introduction and most certainly not one to bring violence into things unless it’s a form of self defense. She adores her cousin, Sirius and when it comes to his friends, she seems them as family too, and often welcomes them into her quaint apartment.
Emma Vanity (Slytherin)
FC: Nina Dobrev Age: Twenty Sexuality: Bisexual, Demiromantic Blood Status: Half-Blood, but everyone believes her to pure. Occupation: Quidditch Player (Keeper & Captain) Family Members: N/A Brief Description: I can never give a brief description when it comes to my babe here, but here’s her personality; Emma’s what one could consider to be an incredibly layered and complex individual, however her exterior reveals that of a girl that was turned into something monstrous far too early. Since the fall of her mother during her third year, Emma has changed drastically from the outgoing and lively young girl she once was, her smile no longer filling the halls, but instead replaced by that of a devilish glare. With an emotionless expression, she has become someone that more than a few fear, and those that don’t, haven’t seen her at her worst. Even the aggression put into the game of quidditch wasn’t enough to keep her dangerous side at bay. She’s coldhearted and comes off as someone that cares very little for the lives of others, especially those that she was once close to. The only times, she shows a hint of cooperation towards others is when playing quidditch or if surrounded by Slughorn, surprisingly enough, due to his interest in potions. Her walls are built higher than the tallest building one could find, and no one has managed to break through her hard exterior. At least, no one that has lived to tell the tale. && here is a link to her bio.
Peter Pettigrew (Gryffindor)
FC: Taron Egerton Age: Nineteen Sexuality: Unknown. Blood Status: Pureblood Occupation: Struggling Musician Family Members: Older Sister (NPC) Brief Description: Something that can be said as we dive into the personality of Peter Pettigrew is that he wasn't always a coward. He wasn't always the person we know him as today. The marauders themselves wouldn't have befriended him, or anyone if they were greeted to him in such a light. This much we all must know. There was a time in his life, where Peter believed himself to be the slightest bit brave. He like any other would play with his friends until his parents called him in, run around getting his knees dirty. He believed in himself, and even thought that one day he'd make something out of himself. Be a better person than his father was.
Growing up, Peter even found himself siding with those that were neutral. Sure, he had his views on the war but he preferred to stick with the things he found himself passionate about, that being music. He knew if it came down to it, that he would side with his friends or at least that's what he'd convinced himself of. Here's a link to his bio, I'll work on connection pages asap.
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Ed didn’t move. He wouldn’t dare. Clinging to the body, Ed closed his eyes, resting his back against a tree. He couldn’t leave her, not yet. He didn’t know how much time had past, but soon, he felt her fingers twitch against his hand. The boy’s eyes flew open, and he studied her carefully, noticing her chest rise and fall. She was alive. Just. “Stay with me,” He murmured, apparating out to his sister’s apartment. He couldn’t trust the hospital right now.
Her body taken by surprise at the sudden apparation causing knots in her stomach, still no signs of her waking up visible. Her head falling back against Ed's hold once they arrived at their destination. Even the warmth of being inside helped the blood flow and bringing more life and color to her face.
Camille, busy as ever had just gotten off her shift at St. Mungo's and was brewing herself a pot of coffee in the kitchen when she heard a thump in the living room. Lifting her wand off the counter, she cautiously made her way out to the front room. The sight she was presented with startling her, eyes widening at the sight of Ed holding onto a nearly lifeless Emma. "Ed?" She asked, words trailing off as she lowered her wand before jumping as realization and reality struck her. "Okay, okay we'll worry about how and what later, but bring her into the guest room and I'll grab my at home first aid kits."
Ed was a mess. He barely slept due to the time he spent trying to uncover Emma’s whereabouts - leaving him with nothing, just dark, purple bags under his eyes. Due to his exhaustion, he could barely focus in practise, which landed him in the hospital wing several times. He drank his problems away, rather than discussing them with his friends, who he was starting to ignore. Ed wasn’t really sure who he could trust anymore, after Peter’s betrayal. Wrapping his arms around himself, Ed walked towards the forest, after being kicked out of a pub in hogsmeade for starting a fight. He wasn’t even drunk – but the bastard was smug, and a death eater and probably deserved it.
As he walked, Ed could spot a body, half concealed within the depths of the forest. The closer he got to the body, the more his stomach dropped. It looked like her, and Ed desperately wanted it to be anyone but Emma. He knew it was selfish but he couldn’t bare the thought of her dead. The moment Ed was beside the body, Ed let out a cry, dropping to his knees. Ed pulled her body towards him, cradling her in his arms. “Emma,” He whispered hoarsely, tears falling down his cheeks – though Ed hardly cried, he couldn’t help but feel the faint hope he had crumbling. “Emma, no, please, wake up, Emma, please, please wake up. Don’t be dead, please, please don’t be dead.”
Scars decorated Emma's body up and down where portions of her weren't concealed by the little clothing she was still miraculously wearing. Her fingers twitched, but only just barely as her body was lifted from the ground and into someone's arms, the warmth of Ed gradually assisting in heating her body. Slowly, color was being returned to her features where the death caused by the potion seemed to fade. Then minutes turned into thirty, and as the clock kept ticking Emma's body seemingly became more and more alive.
Eventually an hour in, Emma's fingers twitched once more, eyes flickering but never opening as her entire being moved just barely against Ed and the forest ground. Then followed her chest rising and falling at the first pump of blood, through her system. She was awake, but barely.