bandit like me

alice fortescue. gryffindor. 20.

[viceofalice]

alice fortescue: “you’re a bandit like me...”

the everyman who might or might not crave love and a fancy car

basics

name: alice florence fortescue

korean name: ji-yoon

gender: ciswoman

sexual orientation: bisexual

blood status: pureblood

ethnicity: korean english

birthdate: 17th january 2001

sun sign: capricorn

place of residence: diagon alley, london (more specifically on the third floor of her parents’ popular ice cream shop)

family: florean fortescue (father) & kim chae-young (mother)

specifics

aesthetics: a thermos of unsweetened tea, fog in the morning air, the rustle of coats inside an old closet, the smell of toothpaste, braided black hair, rough hands, the swish of a broom shooting up into the air

personality: daring (alice is always up for a challenge, there seems to be little she is scared of. as a child, she barely ever cries). capricious (hardheaded, her way or no way). swift (exacting, someone who believes in justice and its sharp sword).

house: gryffindor

wand: 12 1/2 inch with unicorn hair core, made out of oak wood, unyielding

patronus: a jack russell terrier dog

boggart: explosions and debris falling onto her

amortentia: the smell of her mother’s homemade soap, grass and sweat, and maybe the lingering cologne of a certain person she’s always had a little bit of a crush on

activities: keeper of the gryffindor quidditch team

aspiration: alice dreams of becoming a professional quidditch player, a great one. she thinks she’d like to play for puddlemere united or the braga broomfleet, spending her time up in the air.

character inspo: gamora from guardians of the galaxy & jessie from toy story

headcanons

- as a little girl, alice barely ever cried. she was the quietest baby, calm and brave. when storms would strike, she would listen to the heavy rain with curiosity instead of fear. her mother would tell her that she was the best baby. everyone was jealous of alice’s quietness.

- she is close to her maternal grandmother who lived with the fortescue family. she writes to her every week. her grandmother is the only one who calls her ji-yoon and the only one she lets call her that. her korean name is a name of sentimental values, of intimacy. only those very very close to her and very very dear to her are allowed to call her ji-yoon.

- truthfully, alice has no interest in school. her only interest is in being up in the sky, flying and catching quaffles.

- she has a scar over her eyebrow from a bludger. it’s been years and the scar is still pronounced. she likes to hide it with makeup.

wanted connections

- the secret crush. the one she’s secretly been in love with since first year. preferably someone who is also on the gryffindor quidditch team. this person has never looked her way though. and they’ve shared locker rooms all these years.

- the best friend. her shoulder to cry on.

- the beater. the one who sent the bludger flying her way, the one that left her her scar.

- the fellow fanatic. her fellow quidditch fanatic.

[viceofalice]

idyllicelysian​:

                                   for @viceofalice​ ♡

marlene loves being up in the sky. she loves being on her broom, wind in her face, hair whipping around. she loves the feeling it gives her in her stomach and the giddiness she feels every time she’s up there. to her, it feels like home. and she knows someone who feels the same way; alice fortescue. it’s the first week of school and marlene can feel the need to be up in the air filling her body and she figures she might as well have a partner to be in the air with. after classes, she heads out to find alice, one goal in mind. and when she spotted alice, she had to stop herself from just asking ‘fly?’. she actually makes a sentence though, rather than just the one word on her brain. “hey, do you wanna come flying with me?” she raises an eyebrow as she looks at alice. “i’m going a little stir crazy and i figured you might be too,” she says with a small giggle. 

-

alice sits cross-legged in the courtyard. the sun falling directly onto her face as she keeps her eyes closed, enjoying the warmth of the day. it’s been yet another day of classes for her and everything feels more or less like a blur. she knows she’s supposed to pay more attention in class. it’s her seventh year after all. but alice fortescue has always had chronic academic disinterest. so when marlene saunters over and asks her to fly, she quickly opens her eyes. grateful for the distraction from thinking about her grades. “sure,” she replies, “accio broom?” in seconds, her broom flies past the horde of students playing gobstones and into her hands. “i’m more than stir crazy. i was thinking about my grades and how to turn them to o’s. almost made my mother proud because i thought about grades.”

she shakes her head and stands up. “race you to the pitch?” she challenges, grinning. marlene’s a good friend. though they play opposite each other in quidditch, flying with marlene is always fun.

[viceofalice]

tildenotoots​:

“or at the very least it’s a last resort,” he amends, knowing that he can always patch up the damage of an accio gone wrong. his brain wracks through a list of spells, coming up as empty. “yes, well, it’s something of a pet project. and well you know, three green thumbs and all. has to pay off by being good with plants if nothing else,” he rambles, used to the curiosity at his, admittedly intense, interest in herbology. “plus bartholomew, uh that’s the plant’s name, he’s something of a pet project. grew him from a seed and a few clippings and since his genus doesn’t normally grow here, everything has to be just right for this to succeed.” and for the interested client to pay out, though that goes unsaid. 

he stops in his tracks as he considers that  — how was he to know where the plant would go? there had to be a spell for this  — a tracking spell, of course. but the only one he knew needed some element of the plants and all his clippings were in his notebook in the dorms. “accio,” he cast with a whip of his wand, letting out a relieved sigh when the notebook came racing his way. “i know a tracking spell but it might take two of us to follow it, it tends to be a little chaotic in nature,” he explains flipping through the pages before reach a page with flowers and twigs. 

plucking up a twig with a leaf hanging off of it, he tucked the book into his bag and cast the spell. gold light surrounded them for a brief second before the twig started twitching with a life of its own and escaped their grasp. “alright, and now we play: follow that twig!” he yelled, taking off after the twig again even as it hesitated as if waiting for him to catch up. 

alice nods along. she’s seen tilden toots in herbology classes before. while she’s struggling with fertilizer doses (as she always does), he’s off making plants grow taller. his plants also always look much happier than everyone else’s. “right. three green thumbs. your plants always do look much better than everyone else’s in class.” she smiles, “makes sense why you can grow a walking plant--bartholomew--in a climate it doesn’t usually grow in.” alice has zero interest in herbology but hearing people talk about things they are passionate in always makes her heart swell. it’s nice to know that people have things they are passionate about. and if listening to them talk about these passions makes their day better, she can lend her ears anytime.

“a tracking spell’s fine by me,” alice watches as he calls for his notebook and casts a tracking spell with what she can only assume is a twig from the walking plant, bartholomew. she readies herself to run after it.

when he skids past her after the flying twig, she follows. “okay. let’s hope the twig’s going to take us to the right place,” the twig starts to fly by a faster pace. it weaves its way through the hallways and seems to be heading outdoors. “i think you’re right that the plant is at the lake!” she shouts to tilden, “twig’s heading that way! you go to one end of the lake, i go to the other?”

[viceofalice]

tildenotoots​:

tilden thinks about the summoning spell, wonders if the spell would work on this plant and comes to the conclusion that he doesn’t want to risk it. “that could be an idea to test, but i’m not entirely sure that wouldn’t end badly,” he replies, humming as he considers what testing for that would look like. he makes a mental note to research the spell later before perking up at the response, “great!”

“it’s pretty fast for a plant, it can move about 5 meters in 30 seconds. i don’t know if it knows how to get to the greenhouse. we’ve been growing it hydroponically  — in nutrient dense water  — so it was leaving little wet footprints in a slight v shape but i think their roots must be dry because i haven’t seen any,” as he answers the questions, he ticks a finger off for each one. “it might seek out water, if that’s the case,” he realizes out loud, glancing around for any puddles. “oh shit, the lake!” he takes off running.

“so accio is off the list,” alice nods solemnly. her brain already rattling off any other ideas or spells that might work on a walking plant. if the summoning spell can do damage, is there any other minimal damage spell they can use to capture it? “i’ll think of something else!”

she listens to tilden’s description. her lips puckered as she tries to compile a profile of the walking plant inside her head. a fast, moving plant that grows in water. how very odd. “you sure do know a lot about this plant,” alice comments, “me, i go to herbology class and then leave with an empty head and a withering plant.” 

when tilden suddenly takes off, alice startles, not expecting his speed. she immediately runs after him. “are you sure it’ll go to the lake?” she asks him, keeping up with his pace, “it could go to the great hall. there’s plenty water there. closer too.”

[candicespatton]

[viceofalice]

tildenotoots​:

“oh no, oh no, oh no.” they muttered to themselves, scurrying through the castle desperately looking around the hallways as they searched for a missing potted plant. “this is the problem with plants that can walk,” he grumbled, ducking down to the ground and checking under a bench. sighing, he accepted that he would need help to find the darned thing. sliding up to the first person he recognized, he started off with an offer, “ i will give you ten galleons. ”

they paused, as if giving the other time to process that. “to find a plant, or to help me look for a plant actually, see i was helping professor sprout by taking the socratea exorrhiza for a walk but it started running and i lost it. it’s only a seedling, you see, so it’s about two feet talk, a dark red colour and it walks using its roots.” he had not actually been helping professor sprout, given that it was his plant that he had snuck into the school but that was a story for another day. 

“would an accio work on that plant? whenever i lose my things, i just use accio. ” alice asks, tilting her head slightly and glancing around the hallway. she’s never paid much attention in herbology (or any of her classes really) so walking plants and their magical rules elude her. she’s not even sure what this plant looks like other than the fact that, according to tilden, it walks apparently. “but i love galleons so i’ll help!”

“is the plant fast? or is it slow? does it know how to get back to the greenhouse?” alice starts asking questions, getting into detective mode. she’s read one too many crime novels and things or people that disappear into thin air are always trickiest to find. “is it grown in pots? do the roots have dirt or mud on them that can leave tracks?”

[lovelctters]

Adeline Rudolph

photographed for schön! magazine

[viceofalice]

dprssdnhyprfxd​:

OWLMSG INCOMING

〈 ✉ → sms 〉do you think team rocket fail on purpose?

〈 ✉ → sms 〉or do you think they’re just really bad at their job? because i’ve seen jessie and james with pokemons, they love them.

〈 ✉ → sms 〉 ngl, i don’t know what you’re talking about

〈 ✉ → sms 〉 team rocket??? is that a new quidditch team? on the european league or asian league? or african league?

〈 ✉ → sms 〉 why would a quidditch team lose on purpose

〈 ✉ → sms 〉 that’s so stupid, elrohir 

[viceofalice]

flxfelicis​:

——  ♡  *   EMMELINE  WAS  LOOKING   forward  to  the  start  of  the  school  year  ,  mood  on  the  first  day  of  classes  very  yellow - green  ,  for  mixed  emotions .  but  if  anyone  asked  ,  she  would  say  purple.  for  excited,  obviously.  she  sauntered  through  the  hallways  ,  a  heart  shaped  bag  she’d  charmed  for  more  room  slung  over  her  right  shoulder  ,  only  one  textbook  cradled  in  her  left  arm  and  head - girl  badge  worn  proudly  on  her  left .  the  bag’s  contents  were  only  the  essentials –  lipgloss  ,   wand  ,  pink  and  black  glitter  gel  pens  ,  pink  bubblegum  ,  loose  crystals  and  water .  the  textbook?   divination .  

                      the  crowded  hallways  were  no  help  to  her  mood  ,  only  causing  her  to  stress  ,  which  was  something  she tried  to  avoid.    ❛   EXCUSE  ME  ! ❜    a  sing - song  voice  tries  to  pierce  through  the  noise  of  the crowd  to  no  avail .  “excuse  me!”  more  harsh .  a  second  failed  attempt.   she  fully  stops  walking  through  the  crowd,  hands  now  out  in  front  of  her  ,  exasperated.  “ MOVE ! ”  a  few  now  scatter.  “i’m,  like,  literally  head  girl .”

“hello, like, literally head girl. i’m alice.” alice stifles her laugh, waving at emmeline and walking over to her. happy to not have missed her chance at a good dad joke. and also, happy to see that hogwarts is still as interesting as it was last school year. “i think flying through the hallway would work better than yelling that, like literally head girl.” 

“i’d offer you my broom but my team captain told me not to lose my broom again so close to try outs.” alice tries for a smile this time before glancing at the book emmeline is holding. divination. is it bad that alice isn’t even sure whether she’s signed up for divination or not? she glances up at emmeline. “divination? you should be able to use the secret corridor to get there. much faster.”

[viceofalice]

lookingback​:

“it’s  a  new  dawn,   it’s  a  new  day,   it’s  a  new  life  for  me,   ‘n   i’m  feeling   …   like  this  energy  is  not  being  reciprocated.”      she  pouts,   lips  pushing  out  dramatically  to  seal  the  ‘puss  in  boots’  act.      “should  i  go  from  the  top  or  am  i  just  wasting  my  voice  and  my  time?”      she  pauses,   waits  a  second,   then  fingers,   of  their  own  accord,   go  to  knock  against  their  skull,   gently.      “hellooooo,   anyone  home?”      she  smiles,   like  you  would  at  a  growling  bear,   with  a  hint  of  concern  and  caution.

“did  professor  binns  suck  your  life  force  already?”      that’s  how  you  know  she’s  trying  to  throw  them  a  bone   ⏤   if  anyone  has  a  kind  word  to  say  about  the  worst  teacher  in  hogwarts  history,   it’s  lily,   even  if  it’s  out  of  her  ass  most  times.

“lily, it’s nine in the morning,” alice rubs her eyes, still half awake as she shovels more eggs onto her plate and refills her mug with her second fill of coffee. merlin knows she’s going to need it if lily intends to sing the whole morning. don’t get alice wrong, she loves lily but loud singing at nine when she’s barely alive? hell no. “i am about as alive as professor binns.” she answers, not comprehending lily’s question in her sleepy haze. she blinks her eyes a few times, trying to drive the sleep away.

“are you still taking binns’s class?” she asks, taking a sip from her mug, “everyone says he’s more like a vampire than a ghost. he sucks the life force out of everyone.” alice yawns and blinks her eyes again. “wait, didn’t you just say that? that he sucks life forces? sorry, i’m just... too sleepy.”

[promptfairy]

❥     𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒    [   𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂    ]   .

headcanon prompts with questions based on plants   &   what they represent in flower language .  happy roleplaying !!  ♡

abatina :   is there anything in life your muse has changed their mind about over time   (   due to becoming more educated on the topic ,   certain experiences  ,   etc .   ) ,    or that they   would   change their mind about under certain circumstances ?  

acanthus :   is your muse deceptive ,   or willing to lie or deceive to achieve certain means ?   why or why not ?   

aloe :   how does your muse handle grief ?

amaryllis :   what is something or someone that your muse takes pride in ?   how do they express that pride ?   

anemone :   how does your muse view the world ;   as a cruel   &   unforgiving place ,   a land full of wonders ,   or something in - between ?  where does that world view come from   (   what experiences ,   life lessons ,   etc .   ) ?  

angelica :   where does your muse draw inspiration in life ?   what motivates them ?

apple blossom :   how does your muse go about expressing or not expressing their sexuality ?  

bachelor’s button :   does your muse actively seek romantic companionship ,   or cherish the liberties of being single ? 

basil :   does your muse have a love - hate relationship with anyone or anything ?

bay tree :   does your muse seek glory   &   accolades ,   or do they favour a simpler ,   more personal life ?  

begonia :   how cautious is your muse ?   are they prone to noticing red flags ,   or paranoid to the point of untrusting most everyone ?   why or why not ?  

belladonna :   how does your muse respond to silence ?   do they take comfort in soundlessness ,   or seek to fill the void with noise ?   

bluebell :   does your muse learn from their past ,   or are they prone to repeating the same mistakes ?  

carnation :   what is your muse’s relationship with their gender ?   how do they express or not express this relationship ?  

chamomile :   what is your muse likely to take away from a painful experience ?   are they one to be haunted by adversity ,   or to use what they’ve gone through to become stronger ?  

chrysanthemum :   how does your muse express romantic love ?  how do they feel about love as a concept ?  

daffodil :   is your muse one to be loyal in relationships ,   or are they likely to quickly move from one bond to another ?

daisy :   did your muse ever feel as though their innocence had been lost ?   what moment in their life could be described as the end of their innocence ?  

edelweiss :   what was the bravest moment in your muse’s life ?  are they known to be courageous from then on ?  

fern :   does your muse believe in magic or cosmic forces ,   or are they more likely to think their life is ultimately a matter of their own control ?  

forget - me - not :   has your muse ever forgotten something that is or was important to them ?   are they afraid of forgetting things like that ?  

gardenia :   is your muse one to confess romantic feelings early on ,   or to conceal them for long periods of time ?  

gladiolus :   describe a moment from your muse’s life that they will never forget .

goldenrod :   does your muse believe in luck or fortune ?  why or why not ?   where do they believe these things come from ?  

heliotrope :   does your muse believe in soulmates ?

hibiscus :   how does your muse view the gentler ,   daintier things in life ?   as things worth preserving   &   caring for ,   or things only bound to wither   &   disappear ?  

holly :   how strong is your muse’s sense of intuition ?  are they aware of it ?   do they ever fear that it is only paranoia ?  

hollyhock :   how strong is your muse’s sense of ambition ?  what’s something they strive for in life ?  

hyacinth :   is your muse athletic ?   does it come naturally to them ,   or have they had to work for their physique and/or skill ?  

hydrangea :   how much does your muse value communication in their relationships with others ?  are they prone to being misunderstood ?

iris :   if your muse could convey one last message to someone they have lost or left behind ,   what would it be ?  

ivy :   what are your muse’s views on marriage ?   do they believe it is something strictly for love ,   or an institution rooted in business   &   social benefits ?   do they desire or have they desired to be married ?

lavender :   how easy is it to gain your muse’s trust ?  once their trust is broken ,   how might one go about mending it ?  

lilac :   what was your muse’s childhood like ?   how has their upbringing affected them as they’ve aged ? 

lily :   how does your muse view their mother ?  

lotus :   has your muse ever felt as though they’ve been reborn ?  have they ever desired the feeling of a fresh start ,   or a better understanding of themself and/or the world around them ?  

magnolia :   describe your muse’s relationship with nature   &   the natural world .  

marigold :   is your muse prone to jealousy ?  how might they handle envious feelings ?  

mint :   does your muse view themself as virtuous   &   moral ?  what do these words mean to them ?

nasturtium :   describe your muse’s relationship with their birthplace ,   or homeland .  

oak :   who would your muse consider the strongest person they know ?  

pansy :   does your muse often reflect on their own actions ?   do they ever think a lot about the past ,   and what they could have done differently ?

parsley :   describe a holiday your muse enjoys ,   and why they enjoy it .

peony :   what would a   ‘  happy life  ’   look like in your muse’s eyes ?

poppy :   what comforts your muse ?

rhododendron :   is your muse receptive to warnings   &   advice given by others ?

rose :   how much does your muse value other people ?   do they wish to have many friends ,   lovers ,   and/or associates ?   are they an easy person to love ?

sage :   what is your muse’s legacy ?   what do they want to be remembered for   &   what might they actually be remembered for ?  

salvia :   is your muse possessive over people or things that matter a lot to them ?  how do they express that possessiveness ,   or lack thereof ? 

snapdragon :   is your muse merciful ?  why or why not ?

southernwood :   how seriously does your muse take themself ?   do they prefer a solemn   &   intellectual atmosphere or do they delight in jokes   &   banter ?  

sunflower :   what brings your muse the most joy in life ?  

tulip :   how does your muse view people in general ?  

violet :   how does your muse respond to betrayal ?

willow :   how does your muse handle sadness   &   depression ?

zinnia :   how has the loss of fallen comrades and/or loved ones affected your muse ?   has it taught them anything or given them any new perspectives ?

[gcthicnerd]

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