“i’m slipping. i’m slipping away like sand, slipping through fingers. all my cells are open, and all so thirsty. i ache and swell in a hundred places. but mostly in the middle of my heart.”
» tagged: cass + open
» where: the debate, around 9pm, hogwarts quidditch pitch
trigger warning: blood tw, blood mentioned, just in case.
♕ —- One thing was for certain: Cassiopeia hadn’t wanted to go to the debate. There were plenty of other things that she could do with her time than listening to three bloated wixes trying to gain her vote for minister. Yet, at her father’s insistence, she had shown up to listen to the candidates argue their points. However, before she could even register what was going on, chaos broke out and fighting begun. And Cass found herself shoved to the ground like she was nothing more than a forgotten rag doll, with the wind knocked out of her.
♕ —- Struggling to her feet, the red head blinked through the pain against her head and chest as she tried to find her family. Her brother. She grasped onto the bleachers to steady herself and shook her head in an attempt to clear the fog that settled in her mind. She reached for her wand and ducked as a strayed spell skirted past her. “For merlin’s sake,” she muttered beginning to notice that she was bleeding from above her right temple. “So much for being civilized.”
blurry figures vanished into chaos, as trembling fingers wrapped around a wand tried to point at something, an imprudent ( and admittedly foolish ) attempt to help. victoire barely breathed out as her lips parted in horror “ i’m sorry. ” she gasped, her eyes still wide. “ i didn’t mean to … - i was actually trying to help, they were trying to attack you. ” she pointed in the direction of the attacker only to realize that they’ve escaped long ago.
“ merlin’s beard, you're bleeding ! ” concern knitted her brows, victoire’s voice pitching up at the sight of blood running from her temple. “ we need to leave now and find a healer. “ you can lean on me, i’m stronger than i look. ”
shaky legs listlessly limped around, hands dyed with crimson, staining and saturating her dress with blood as wide eyes were searching for something, someone. if she stopped moving, she’d probably have given in, allowing the thick air to pierce into her mind, clouding it with guilt instead of reason. amidst all the chaos, she wondered how a split moment of panic fueled by adrenaline tricked her into forgetting about the fragility of life. drawing her wand with the intention to hurt someone, without a doubt. without any mercy. despite the attacker being a death eater.
“ i need you to help me ! ” victoire begged, her voice swollen with desperation. “ we need to get them out here as well. ” she said, pointing at the unconscious person.
❝ in any case, the blood is always on your hands. in any case, the blood is always your own. ❞
{ cis-woman, she/her } huh, who’s KRISTINE FROSETH ? no, you’re mistaken, that’s actually VICTOIRE WEASLEY. she is a 29 year old PART VEELA witch who is a CURSE BREAKER. she is a RAVENCLAW alum and the child of FLEUR DELACOUR and BILL WEASLEY. she is known for being RETICENT, MEDDLESOME, RESENTFUL, INSINCERE, and OVERCRITICAL but also DUTIFUL, METICULOUS, ADAPTABLE, RESILIENT, and LOYAL, so that must be why she always reminds me of the song CAN I CALL YOU TONIGHT BY DAYGLOW and CHERRY LIPS & RED FLUSHED CHEEKS; BECOMING THE IDEAL BUT LOSING YOURSELF IN THE PROCESS; THE SOUND OF PENCILS ON PAPER; PERFUME CLINGING TO SILK SHEETS; A NEVER ENDING MEMORY PLAYED ON A LOOP; TRYING YOUR HARDEST ONLY TO FAIL AND IDYLLIC DREAMS CRUSHED LIKE ROSE PETALS . i hear she is aligned with the ORDER OF THE PHOENIX, so be sure to keep an eye on her.
𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐲
i. victoire ( from latin “victoria” = victory ) : her name echoes hope, wrapped in her parents’ simple ( and maybe naive ) wish that their child will overcome every hardship in life.
ii. and it seemed like their wish had come true. or at least their daughter is smart ( deceptive enough ) to keep that illusion. things just came so easy to her, always ahead of her peers, always a smile on her face, as long as if she wasn’t a burden, she’d always be happy.
iii. she was gifted until she wasn’t anymore. her knowledge simply deriving from an inquisitive nature barely made her stand out anymore. the carefree girl from merely a year ago became quieter, her head always buried in books, as if her worth depended on having read every single one of them. and yet always trying to remain the same, a never-ending smile hanging on the corners of her lips, seemingly unbothered by a crippling façade.
iv. and yet she somehow made it through. believing that she can finally breathe, that everything would become easier.
v. when she told her father about her wish to become a cursebreaker, his proud smile didn’t feel like a burden. after all, she had worked for it her whole life, never allowing a mistake to ruin it for her.
vi. but a story with words running so smoothly, barely made a compelling story. it’d only take a chapter, ( a mistake ) told within a few pages that would twist a story which was supposed to have a happy ending.
vii. it was a scene captured in seconds but felt like an eternity. before her partner’s voice could even reach victoire, her body already fell to the ground, way too quietly for the terror she’d experienced. way too quickly for a mistake which only had taken her a second to make. she had been careless with a cursed object. she had believed in her abilities or perhaps she’d just become reckless and it cost her partner’s life.
since when something had changed in her again, as if she’d returned to her younger self, not knowing if she can ever return again.
𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬
victoire is more of the booksmart type rather than streetsmart. despite, her knowledge she’d tried to remember by heart she lacks practice.
she cares deeply for her family, especially her siblings. despite her known spotless reputation, rumors say that she did casted a spell on a gryffindor who dared to talk shit about her family. of course she denied it.
the main reason she was sorted into ravenclaw, was her creativity. she’d always had a keen interest in art ( a skill she could barely develop as she was occupied with studying ), though she used to be talented at it when she was a child, as for now she’s barely above average at it. surprisingly, she hasn’t abandoned that hobby which is odd considering she tends to give up easily on things she isn’t immediately good at it.
she is the type of friend that will always mix up certain sayings/proverbs and not get them at all and take things literally.
although she does support the order, she’s backtracked a little as the accident has affected her deeply. she is doubting if she can be any help, considering that a mistake could happen to a similar outcome.
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