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leticiaharvelle

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vixcarraway-blog

Now, Viola might have had the reputation of someone with her head always somewhere else who paid absolutely no attention to what was happening around her and who was too oblivious or too clumsy to notice people around her and how they were behaving. And in some ways yes, she was that person. But she was also aware, and generally not a fool. So she knew perfectly well that joking around Victorie wasn’t something people generally did, or something the other girl particularly liked.

On the other hand, Viola made a firm point in her life of never being scared (except of frogs), and so she didn’t step away from the small challenge in front of her. Of course, the other pillar of who she was had always been kindness, and so she chased after Victorie’s lead without any intention of being rude or bitchy, but simply because ― that’s what Viola did.

«To be completely honest, I don’t know if I’d accept an invitation to eat sandwiches, not even if it was from aliens. And that’s saying something. Cookies, on the other hand, now that’s a whole different thing. I’d be halfway up to Jupiter for some cookies.» And now I’m hungry too. Nice work. I’ll have to raid someone’s pantry before going to bed or I’ll be dreaming about these damn cookies.

victorieallaway-blog

It was unheard of for Victorie to instigate any kind of conversation without a hidden agenda. Usually, within five seconds at the latest she had some kind of plan brewing in her focused little head... but it was safe to say Viola’s confidence caught her unaware. In Victorie’s opinion, someone would have to be stupid not to be frightened of her; not afraid to use magic outside of class, and not afraid to completely sabotage someone’s reputation at the drop of a hat, to her she should, logically, be feared. However, more noticeably since the arrival of the Dumfries boys this year, she felt her usual intimidation tactics must have fallen in their effect. Focused solely on how to navigate her way around the huge inconvenience the joining of academies made, apparently those who already knew her weren’t so worried about her as they used to be. Potentially, Viola may have in fact been indifferent towards her from the beginning... but usually, the brunette didn’t pay attention to anyone who didn’t serve a purpose to her, so that might explain the situation.

“Mm -- can’t say I blame you,” Her shoulders rose in a callous shrug, crossing her arms over her chest and still staring the other girl down blankly. Following her cookie comment, Victorie nodded swiftly, putting on a small forced smile. “As far as sandwiches are concerned, that is. Carbs. A moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips.” Looking Viola up and down, she could see plain as day that there wasn’t a misplaced pound on her. “But I mean, if we’re going by that logic, sugar is much worse... so you clearly don’t care.”

#( • interactions • )#( • viola • )#me: wants to smack some sense into vic for being so dang rude #I can't apologise enough for her oh my gosh #viola is so cute and does not deserve this

molly-elise-blog1

Molly stood and surveyed the scene in front of her, lower lip caught between her teeth. There were already five books cradled carefully in one arm, and the last one that she needed was on the far side of the table she was standing at. The problem was there was also a student sitting at the table. She could ask if she could use the book, and probably be rejected. She could skip the uncomfortable interaction and just go straight to trying to find another book. But, of all the sources she’d picked for her research paper, that book was the most important. Finally, she tucked her hair behind an ear and took a deep breath. “Sorry, are you using that book?”

victorieallaway-blog

Victorie had given very little thought to what she’d swiped wandering the aisles of the library an hour or two ago. A spell book she’d found tucked into the far corner of the room the only real thing on her mind, the educational textbook to her side was more of an afterthought; a cover, for the fact she was about to sneak the one she really wanted into her bag hopefully under no one’s gaze. Desiring her reputation of needing very little help to stay the way it had been, the idea of anyone knowing she wasn’t entirely independent.

A voice disrupting her focus, dark eyes lifted to land on a mousy-looking girl at her side. Momentarily confused, the look she gave her was quizzical, before a swift glance to her left met the same book she’d abandoned when she reached the table she was seated at. Opting for interaction over any form of study, she slowly looked back at Molly with a heavily suppressed smirk. “Given that it’s closed and I don’t have x-ray vision, would you like to make an educated guess?” Manicured nails met its leather cover, the brunette sliding the book slowly from the other side of her and closer to Molly. Like a cat playing with a mouse, she however didn’t move the object too far from her - instead holding it momentarily in place between the two of them, before removing her hand and sitting back to wait for the other female to move closer and grab it. Rather try to, anyway, given the game she had up her sleeve. “All yours.”

#( • interactions • )#( • molly • )#hey! hope this is okay :) I'm lowkey obsessed with willa fitzgerald so I actually squealed at this

featherlikeastrid-blog

There was something deeply annoying about reading for the umpteenth time Voltaire’s ideas and thoughts swapped with those of Rousseau’s. One would think that they are different enough not to be mistaken by the students, and yet. And something kind of atrocious too, since Astrid was pretty sure that both the philosophes were revolting in their graves, considering how much they had (not) loved each other when they were alive. How was it that since Dumfries boys had arrived at Wardlaw, the grades had begun collapsing? Astrid couldn’t quite explain it, and she was beginning to be truly worried about the whole matter. «Anciens pouvoirs, donnez-moi l’ésprit,» she murmured, as she underlined the whole of two sentences with her red pencil. Her temples were pulsing and she was feeling so bone-deep tired, so physically and mentally exhausting that when she grabbed for another test and saw the pile that was still waiting to be graded, she slipped, and the window of her study slammed open. Wind rushed in, around Astrid and in her hair and in her papers, wreaking havoc until she found the lucidity of mind to force it back out and close the window after it. Tests scattered, pens and pencils everywhere, and somehow her scarf had managed to go and hang itself from the chandelier. Astrid sighed, anger and frustration rising up at the mouth of her stomach, because it’s not possible, it’s not possible, it’s not possible. Get a grip on these powers, ma fille. And do it quickly. There was a pit of motives and reasons behind her out-of-control magic, but she couldn’t bring herself to look into. Too scared of what she might find there. So she steadied herself, with sparks of electricity still dancing between her fingers, and she bent to pick up the papers from the floor. That was when she noticed that the currents had opened her study door as well, and that the mess was there for everyone to see. Just perfect.

victorieallaway-blog

If there was a singular thing Victorie was weak for, it was commotion. Intent on seeking out her professors anyway - aiming mainly for a few extended deadlines she likely wouldn’t need - she couldn’t help but feel the sense of killing two birds with one stone than overcame her when, passing by Miss Chevalier’s classroom she saw the delightful mess than greeted her. The entertainment value of what she assumed was a spell gone wrong, plus the chance of her professor paying little mind to what she was asking for whilst cleaning up, were too much to not take advantage of. So instead of continuing on to the first teacher she was planning on confronting, Victorie teetered slowly over to the open doorway and her preoccupied history professor.

“I hadn’t realised when we were told ‘no parties’, that excluded any run by staff,” Biting back a smirk Victorie glanced around, look on her face unabashedly judgemental. Little information had fallen into the girl’s lap about most of her teachers - not that she wouldn’t discover all she needed to know somewhere down the line - which left any attempt at conversing with them futile. Still, somehow - mainly because when it came to mocking somebody she could never keep her mouth shut - she found herself continuing as she strolled leisurely into Miss Chevalier’s classroom, the taunting nature of her words masquerading as a light joke. “Health and Safety would have a field day.” Stepping around papers, the girl knew she could get away with using her own magic to sort the mess - just barely, through loophole of technically having used it within a classroom environment. Yet as always, in favour of making things difficult, she merely ignored the rainfall of papers around them and left the elder woman to scoop them up. “As much as I’d like to discuss how the tornado that clearly hit this place came about, I’m here to ask about our latest assignment. If this is a bad time, or you’re having a mental break, I can come back.” Victorie continued, getting straight to the point as she concentrated more on smoothing down her skirt than what she was saying.

#( • interactions • )#( • astrid • )#hi there! I hope this is okay :)

vixcarraway-blog

Being awake after lights out wasn’t a good idea, generally. Being outside after lights out was just asking for trouble. With a megaphone. But then again, nothing had ever happened to Viola during her nighttime strolls, not one single thing in all her years at Wardlaw. Maybe because her hiding spells were very good, or maybe because she had a lot of luck. Yeah, like that is a viable option.

Whatever it was, Viola was thankful. She could have never made it without going out and breathing night air, sitting in between tree branches and watching constellations. She had her own personal sky map, one she had made herself during her own observation, eyes glued to the heavens and her fingers magically reproducing them on paper. Besides, night was her element, even if British nights weren’t the same as the ones in Alaska.

Certainly warmer, though, she mused as she started to climb down her tree. She had added Cassiopeia and the Dragon to her sky map and her fingers were feeling numb with magic. There wasn’t enough light to see, but she could bet that they were purple, as they always were after she had sustained a long flux of magic. Violish, violish.

She landed on the ground, and leaned on the tree trunk to catch her breath a little. Magical, yes, but athletic? Heavens, no. It was then that she heard a noise. Someone else there. Viola turned around, eyes wide, magic swelling up… and she saw Victorie Allaway. She released the breath she had been holding, and lowered her defenses. Most people wouldn’t, when faced with Victorie, but Viola was ready to take her chances that she wasn’t going to eat her.

«How about a third option, other than ‘bored’ or ‘prisoner’, Victorie? How about… ‘observer’?»

victorieallaway-blog

From herself, it was key. But confidence from others, most notably in her presence, was something that would likely never sit right with Victorie. Much like some form of demon, the brunette thrived on the aura of panic she instilled within her peers and in moments like this, when girls such as the one before her stood and showed no obvious signs of being intimidated, it certainly felt like an off night.

Not that she could likely blame Viola for her cynicism; as much as she willed it not to be the case, Victorie wasn’t foolish enough to believe that some couldn’t hide their intimidation rather well. Or, god forbid, have lost it entirely. Casting a glance up toward the sky, the stars the redhead was so obviously fixated upon holding her attention for a good half a second, Victorie slowly nodded as Viola’s words registered in her head. “Frankly, I’d rather admit to one of the two I gave you,” uncaring she shrugged, the only thing keeping her standing there and not turning on her heel to leave being the little piece of curiosity she - remarkably - still possessed. “Then again, maybe I’m just too worried about what everybody thinks of me. Good on you for ignoring those obvious connotations of crazy.” Scathing comment aside, it was an ironic thing to suggest, at best. As ostracised as she was, it was no news to anyone that the opinions of anyone bar herself were useless to Victorie. But in favour of demeaning the girl in what ever way she could, the contradiction was easily tossed to the side as she continued. “Do tell me if you spot any flying saucers up there, and the aliens invite you up for tea and sandwiches.” She didn’t walk much further, moving a simple few paces backward as she studied Viola’s face for any kind of reaction - fairly convinced already she wouldn’t get one, but still making comments regardless. Whether she took them the same way Vic herself did, or not.

#( • viola • )#( • interactions • )#hiii!#thank you for replying sweetness <3

magick-blxxms-blog

Cobbled stone paved underneath each click of her heels as the young witch walked far around the backdoor of the institute. Her coat wrapped around her curves, while concealing not just her figured but the small flask that was snugged between the clutch of her purse and her arm. It was a school night, though regardless of that being important, her tonic was complete. Normally a Well Luck Tonic used teas or cider as it’s medium, though the ingredients sounded far yummier in a strawberry vodka. Basil, mint, a few clovers, and Irish moss swirled in a cauldron for seven hours seemed worth it, plus or minus the thirty days, before she could drink the concoction.

Ever since the beginning of the semester Maddie has been planning this little potion. Taking ingredients here and there, preparing her cauldron in her closet, and making sure no professor learned of her actions. It was tough. Minus the nasty rule of personal gain, she was careful to make this beneficial without being selfish. The girl felt she needed a karma spin on her life. Especially after the summer; after him.

While she aimed for the edge of the grounds, where the elms engulfed the fences of the school. The cover, not to mention the sheer distances seemed fitting. “The moon is so gorgeous tonight.” she thought privately, feeling she could take her flask out with out worry. Though with such thinking, naive or serendipitous, she heard a voice before seeing the girls feature. “Oh!” she grumbled. It came to a surprise that anyone was out this late, let alone exactly where she was trying to hide out at. Though, much like the young Seer’s life, she always was put in instances that were meant for a reason—a lesson even. So with a smile, concealed by the night and barely illuminated by the moon, she approached the girl with interest. “On the contrary actually.” she answered, “Tonight is actually a night I’ve been waiting for.” Lifting her flask, she waved it lightly at Victorie, since the space between them lessened. “I’ve been waiting for a potion to mature for awhile, and figured it was time to enjoy it…Though, I have enough to share if you’d like or if you’d just like vodka that is.” chuckling lightly to herself.

victorieallaway-blog

Victorie didn’t know Maddie extensively, like she did some of her classmates. Perhaps as the younger girl was so optimistic on the surface, and if there was anything Victorie avoided it was anybody who consistently chose to look on the bright side. But the witch still knew of her, and that was enough already to set her on moderately high alert. Superiority complex set in motion, as Maddie came fully into view she knew she was giving the blonde was hateful. Although her eyes softened a tad as she quickly evaluated the risks, having already dismissed her as harmless. Still, there was some degree of misery that would likely never fully be wiped from her face.

As exhausting as she found the blonde’s positivity, one thing about the situation did keep her focus for a time. A flask extended in front of Maddie, the girl shook the thing around while Victorie watched expressionless; the promise of whatever concoction she’d spent her time on, or particularly its alcoholic value, was something even someone so antisocial had a hard time passing up. “Having read Alice in Wonderland around seven times, forgive my being a little suspicious of whatever nameless liquid you’ve got in that thing,” Victorie made a weak gesture towards the flask, although she wasn’t ruling out joining her by any means. She didn’t enjoy looking so fickle - Vic preferred the term ‘strategic’, wherever it could be applied - but it was safe to say that even if the idea of spending five minutes with somebody else was completely tedious, the idea of something numbing to drink boosted the chances of her sticking around considerably. Luckily for her, however, out of all the Wardlaw students she knew of, Maddie Walsh didn’t quite make the list of those she had any major problem with. “What is it?” She questioned, though the answer mattered very little and she was sure she’d know by taste soon enough. Making no effort to move further, her gaze instead crept back up from the flask to meet the blonde’s eyes. “Whatever it is, can’t imagine why you’d share it if you’ve been preparing it for so long - God knows I wouldn’t.”

#( • maddie • )#( • interactions • )#it's perfect! thank you for replying :)#omg bless her she's lovely #vic's not the sweetest (tbh she's the saltiest)#I'd absolutely love to plot something out for them though <3

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For most, wandering out to the edge of the school grounds after dark may have been nothing but a harmless, if not a little strange, night-time stroll. Then again, most were not Victorie Allaway. She was an exception to the rule, and climbing out of her and her sister’s bedroom window that night, the last thing on the brunette’s mind was taking an innocent walk through the gardens undisturbed.

A gentle breeze whipped through her hair, the sound of kitten heels against concrete the loudest, and only, sound she’d heard after a good five minutes of walking - elsewhere, silence so enthralling that even a girl as out of tune to the beauty of nature as Victorie found herself solely listening to the sound of her own footsteps.

It wasn’t often that the brunette allowed for distractions; relaxation remaining a foreign concept, she constantly focused on one thing to the next and often with little time to breathe, never mind chill out. Had it not been for her witch heritage, Victorie knew her antics would have had her sectioned a long time ago. Her imagination restless, thoughts shed clean of any purity and often unable to open her mouth without the sole purpose of ruining somebody’s day, Victorie was the worst kind of person to catch during the day, never mind after dark. Or, at least, she was provided she was on her A-game. An advantage she momentarily lacked after, being buried deep in her thoughts for just a moment too long, she had yet to notice another party standing off to the side and propped up against a tree before they saw her.

“I take it you’re as bored to tears as I am,” she eventually spoke, turning against her better judgement to meet the other’s eyes - only just stopping herself from ignoring their presence entirely. “Otherwise, I’d imagine you would be tucked up in bed like a good little prisoner.” Truthfully, Victorie didn’t see Wardlaw as much of a prison - anything but, actually. Time and time again, the school had always proved to be the biggest source of safety she had. But with so many percieving she hated the place, somewhere along the line Victorie had adapted the exact persona people expected of her. Brushing her hair over one shoulder as the wind hit it again, Victorie stood tall, lips thinning and eyes narrowing into their usual sly, demeaning glare.