we let our battles choose us

victoria broux. seventh year. gryffindor. ❝ I. When it is time for the walk home, remember to hold your head up. if you can’t, sit down until you find the strength for it. II. Walk like pepper spray, like don’t fucking touch me, like don’t make me use this. Walk like the knife in your pocket is in your hands, like you were born with it there, because weren’t you? III. If your body can’t just be a body, then it can at least be a weapon. It can at least be yours. ❞ — caitlyn siehl

[victoriias]

svptimas‌:

“ — hi. totally wasn’t eavesdropping, but i just felt like i needed to say you should definitely go with the FIRST option. ”

“ what an informed fucking opinion for someone who wasn’t eavesdropping, “  victoria said, wrinkling her nose septima’s way.  “ I’m gonna ignore it. option b’s the way to go. “

[victoriias]

hookmdaisy‌:

“ — couldn’t sleep either ? ” daisy glanced up from her mug, offering a weary smile to the person who’d just entered the kitchens with her, before bringing it to her lips for a sip. “ — i recommend lavender tea with honey. the elves do a wonderful job. ” 

“ no, I couldn’t, “  victoria admitted with a slight grimace gracing her lips. she knew sleeplessness was a plague holding most of the castle just then, but it still felt like a weakness to admit to it.  she shrugged at daisy as she walked further into the room.  “ and, thanks for the recommendation, but too many baths with lavender leaves you not wanting to drink it. “

[victoriias]

alcnagreen‌:

                         ❛ can you believe the professors right now ? it feels as if we’ve barely walked through the door, and i’m being swamped with homework ! i understand N.E.W.T.s are important, but can’t we at least breathe first ? haven’t we been burdened by enough bad news as it is ? ❜

          “ it’s like they don’t realize it’s hard for half the students to care anymore when we’re still sort of worried about ending up murdered in a deserted hall, or whatever. and given that that’s half of the half that are still here  ...   if the professors seemed like they knew math I’d use that as my reason for not doing work from now on. “

[victoriias]

✉♀

Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.

[ victoria — peter: 7:47pm [ DELETED ] ]  inaction normally kills me more than anything, you know [ victoria — peter: 7:48pm [ DELETED ] ]  like you’re all rah rah, let’s march into battle. but you’re not a muggleborn or anyone who’d actually be facing the worst consequences of that shit. [ victoria — peter: 7:49pm [ DELETED ] ]  i can’t just decide on a whim i want to fight for this awful world.  

Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

[ victoria — peter: 10:12pm ]  i heard about remus[ victoria — peter: 10:13pm ]  not from james or anything, shit, don’t think that if you were. i doubt you were.[ victoria — peter: 10:14pm ]  he’s a good guy     [ victoria — peter: 10:14pm ]  or whatever. you all are  [ victoria — peter: 10:15pm ]  but i haven’t heard a lot from him. since getting back, and everyone talking about remus. please just tell him for me that i get it if he needs some time to be with you all. [ victoria — peter: 10:16pm ]  i do get it. just let him know i’m here if he needs anything. 

[victoriias]

rostuhm‌:

                The  young  witch  hadn’t  been  paying  attention     ,     absently  chewing  at  her  thumbnail  as  she  studied  the  contents  of  the  article                      it  was  a  nasty     ,    albeit  uncontrollable  habit  she’d  developed  over  the  years    .     Her  normally  brightened  hues  turned  dull     ,     unaware  of  the  body  that  sat  across  from  her      .       ❛       .  .  .     Jesus     !    ❜      She  jumped  when  she  finally  noticed  them     ,    her  hand  pressed  firmly  against  her  chest  in  shock    .       ❛      You  a  fuckin’  ghost  now     ,      or  what     ?     ❜

                   “ yeah, “  victoria intoned with a raised brow. she slouched easily into her seat, settling in with her chin propped on her fist, and avoided glancing down at the article in aya’s hands.  “ I am a ghost now. france with my mother always feels like it kills me, so that checks out, factually speaking. “  she cocked her head at the other girl and let her expression settle into something more relaxed before she shrugged.  “ sorry to scare. I'm just light on my feet  ...  but if memory serves you are too. you alright? “

[victoriias]

okwormtail‌:

“oh, yeah.  for sure.  spent most of the time day-drunk.  overall, it was a fantastic day until i got punched in the face.  and then it got a little better when i decided to drink more to dull the pain.  but now it just fuckin’ sucks.  everything else about the hog’s head was great, though.  cute place, y’know?”

victoria did nothing to dull the judgement in her cocked eyebrow.  “ I can’t believe it. what’d you do to get fucking decked, huh? was the other person also wasted, or was their sobriety the reason they had to plant one on you? “  she tried not to pair too wide a smile with her judging look. “ or, maybe the charming venue just inspires violence even in the best of us. “

[victoriias]

@jaspcrflint

       “ hey! “  with a hip cocked, victoria leaned her broom up against her side so she could easily cup her hands around her mouth to shout out to jasper where he stood on the edge of the quidditch pitch.  “ you know, I think those dumb - ass rules are still in effect, and you’re technically not supposed to be out here on your own. there be dragons. dementors, whatever. “  she was electing to ignore the fact that she was also out here on her own.  “ plus, I wanted the pitch. “

[victoriias]

would you fuck lily evans

             “ if I weren’t currently happy with james, why not? she’s hot as hell. “

[victoriias]

what are you scared of?

          “ nothing.“

          “ kidding. but in all fucking honesty, I don’t think I’m self aware enough to know or care what I’m afraid of. that shit doesn’t matter, since when you’re faced with it you’ve got to get over it real quick anyway.“

[victoriias]

do you think you and james will get married?

            “ fuck, man, how the hell would I know? my mom got married super young to the boy she was dating at my age, but there are clearly different circumstances for me and james, given the magic, and attacks, and fact that we’re not new england socialites with a wedding scrapbook hidden under our floorboards. “

[victoriias]

Do you feel confident in your relationship with James?

           “ yeah, why wouldn’t I? dating your friend makes things ten times more comfortable, and, therefore, it’s way easier to be confident in that shit. he and I are good. “

[victoriias]

okwormtail‌:

“no offense, but that’s a terrible way to find out that you’re immortal.  i’d rather it be something dangerous, like falling off my broom or something.  then again, that would be an awful way to find out that i’m not immortal.  kind of a lose-lose, i guess.”  pete shrugged, smirking at victoria.  “what were we talking about again?”

“ ah, but I’d never fall off my broom. so I had to find out through something as dumb as being too pissed off and hungover to find another route to my morning cup of coffee. that’s not even exciting enough to be a lose-lose. “  she cocked her head at peter, pausing for a moment, then took another bite of toast.  “ I don’t know. did you enjoy your time at the hog’s head? “

[victoriias]

okwormtail‌:

peter arched an eyebrow, his expression of mock-surprise bordering on being genuinely impressed.  “you slid down the banister?  and you didn’t fall into the abyss below?”  he scoffed.  the idea of being run over by the moving staircases had always scared him off from doing that.  “well, color me shocked.  i didn’t know you had it in you.”

“ didn’t I just say I slid down the banister? “  victoria shook her head with feigned disappointment at peter’s apparent lack of listening skills. she shrugged, suddenly uncomfortable with the topic of conversation, and immediately forced herself to power through as if she wasn’t.  “ like I said, it was  ---  not thought out at all. I probably should have fallen into the abyss, but apparently I’m an immortal. “

[victoriias]

(/ﾟДﾟ)/ (jams)

         “  …  fuck, I don’t know. I think there’s a lot of nebulous relationship things I could apologize for, like the fact that I’m shit at relationships, but I think I’m also too shit at them to even know where to begin with the apologies. I’m glad that we were good enough friends to begin with that things kinda work out anyway. “

[victoriias]

(/ﾟДﾟ)/ Remy

        “ apologies make my skin crawl, but I guess I do feel bad about making threats on your life because you took the last piece of bacon this morning. don’t get me wrong, I meant the threats at the time. it’s just that I’ve grown since then, and I’d like to take them back. “

[victoriias]

fcrtscuealice‌:

                an  almost  silent,  disgruntled  moan  sounded  from  the  back  of  alice’s  throat  as  the  girl  took  a  seat  right  next  to  her,  her  furrowed  brow  unwittingly  tossing  a  displeased  glance  her  way  before  returning  to  the  half-finished  essay.  it  felt  like  her  thinking  space  had  been  invaded,  as  if  someone  had  come  and  sat  right  in  the  place  in  her  mind  that  was  just  about  to  grasp  onto  the  next  sentence.  the  slytherin  could  do  nothing  but  groan  again,  rubbing  her  tired  eyes  with  her  free  hand  before  turning  back  to  the  other  girl.    ❛   well  could  you  maybe  not  talk  to  me  over  there,   ❜    she  sighed,  gesturing  vaguely  to  the  other  side  of  the  table.    ❛   you’re  sitting  far  too  close  to  me.   ❜

         victoria turned away from the slytherin and closed her eyes as if the action was a necessary step for her to fully bask in the feeling of the sun on her face  ---  undercut though it was by the sound of alice’s unhappiness at victoria’s choice in seating. she slowly opened her eyes, and took her time consider the other girl’s suggestion before sliding her way a bit further down; not going the indicated step of actually getting up and moving to the other side of the table, but putting a ( debatably ) more polite degree of space between the two considering that they weren’t a pair normally found in each other’s personal space.  “ if I’m all the way over there then it looks like the table’s being occupied by two separate parties, fortescue, and might invite someone else to join in the empty space. if we’re intimately close, after last night’s rager  --- “  victoria shrugged her shoulders before folding her legs up under her, pillowing her head under hair under her arms atop the table to give alice one last glance before shutting her eyes once more.  “ we’re two friends having a gab and everyone’ll leave us alone. never mind your papers and my apparent nap. “

[victoriias]

fcrtscuealice‌:

                   alice fortescue was, for once in her life, doing her homework. her head might’ve been throbbing and her eyes might’ve been drooping, but she would be damned if she let her grades drop all because of a stupid hangover. the most she could do to try and relieve the pain was scratch quill to parchment in the outside courtyard, the harsh rays of the sun keeping her awake as she flipped from the essay to the textbook and back again. she’d been hard at work for nearly half an hour before someone decided to disrupt her, hovering just above her frame and consequently blocking her light. without looking up, she sighed.   ❛  you’re in my light,  ❜   she mumbled, still trying desperately to get through this paragraph.   ❛  i’m trying to work.  ❜

                    victoria cocked her hip and cast a wide look around, considering, as if for the first time, alice fortescue’s immediate surrounding area. and then without any sort of invitation, she sat herself down right next to the other girl, bag set on her other side, so she was slouched low and close to the ground. she closed her eyes easily, and let them stay shut, before she opened her mouth to speak. “  guess I was, and I guess you were. now that I’m not any longer, think you’ll possibly be able to continue on your merry way with that work without needing to point out any more obvious? “  she opened one eye in a lazy, squinty wink, to look at alice.  “ if I’m out here with you and you’re working, we can both be outside and left to our own devices. we don’t even need to talk to each other. “