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1000 Picspams Challenge | #822 Sacred Twenty-Eight | Parkinson

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theonlyprongs​:

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It was Quidditch time and there was no better thing that feeling the rush before of a match, the energy of the crowd and the adrenaline to know they were facing a proper enemy.

“What do you say? Ready to kick some arses?”

Mariah shook her head, her rusty-red hair caught the early sun rays like a stained-glass window. She’s known James since they were eleven: wee little wixen roaming the drafty corridors of Hogwarts. He knew her love for quidditch too, they were both on their respective house teams at Hogwarts: she a Hufflepuff seeker, he the all-star chaser. “Are you ready, Potter?” Mariah laughed. “I’m abstaining for this general ares kicking this time...” her laugh was warm and melodic in friendly company. 

[hepburne]

palettes i want to live | beige, brown, green, gold

passing stranger! you do not know how longingly i look upon you…

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daisyxhookumx​:

Daisy nodded at the other witch, she was nervous enough and to add that experience was slightly overwhelming for Daisy. She started to breath in and out in little bouts until she found herself calming down slightly. “Sure. A little won’t hurt.” She took the flask off the other witch and took a drink from it, grimacing at the taste at first, soon she found it was an enjoyable taste. “Thank you”, she handed the flask back.

Mariah let a soft smile grow on her lips and took a large swig when Daisy handed it back. “Where ya sitting?” She asked as she hiked up her rucksack back on her slender shoulders. Mariah really came to the pitch because she loved quidditch: the madness, the violence--all of it. It thrilled her like nothing else could. Plus, it was the only thing going on this weekend. Pretty much this side of the UK Wizarding community shut down for the Elkridge Match.

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fxtedstars​:

“Brass? Steel?” With a sigh, Cyril sat on the empty chair and looked back over at Arturo. There were days he wondered if he was best friends with an old man, amused over the fact that Art still did crossword puzzles. “Are you telling me you’re so lonely you’re doing crosswords?” 

Arturo looked at the moving crossword puzzle with a quizzical brow knitted over her dark eyes. “Steel works,” he said flatly and the quick notes quill scratched it in. “You wound me, Cyril. I look forward to the Prophet crossword. It keeps the mind sharp, and half of a wizard’s duel is all mental.” Arturo’s smile curled in to feline features across his warm face. “Now, are you hear to break my legs so you can start as first beater?” He joked as he waved at the floating newspaper & quill; both folded and moved out of sight. Arturo lifted his seaming tea cup to his face and looked over the rim at Cyril.

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@fxtedstars​ / at the pitch

The match was still going on; the gleeful cheering & chanting for the mobs favorite sports team roared above her in the stands; it made Mariah nostalgic for her days at Hogwarts, playing the game as Hufflepuff’s seeker. She almost tried out for the team at the start of this term, but she studies seemed more important. Her latest potion was still brewing: an aconite moon water concoction. It was an idea that itched at her mind all summer. Nothing has come of it yet—it’s actually has failed as of late. But the blonde still had hope.

She was lost in her thoughts when she heard footsteps approach on the soft pebble gravel. “Something about quidditch brings out the animal in us all...” she mused aloud.

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brewett​:

        no one wanted to try her soufflés at a quidditch match. they were all ’ where’s the cookies? ’ and ’ does this get you stoned? ’ molly was mourning the time she put into the pastry booth. she took a bite from a croissant, probably looking less than ladylike and sighed. as a person approached, she sat up straight.   “   how can i help you?   ”   her voice was immediately cheery, not a trace of the frustation she felt only moments before as she plastered a grin onto her face.

“A pumpkin pastry, please,” Arturo echoed her emotionless voice. His eyes were covered by his dark sunglasses. Last night with his mates went later than he wanted; too many bottles of good vintage were drunk and he was craving something sweet to perk him up. “And coffee, black—if you have some brewing.”

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macdonclds​:

        to   say   mary’s   eyes   flooded   with   mirth   at   mariah’s   words   was   an   understatement  .   for   as   long   as   she   could   remember  ,   mary   was   all   bite   and   bark  -   those   instincts   kicking   up   heavily   during   her   hogwarts   years   .   so  ,   when   mary’s   giggles   and   obscene   hand   gestures   faltered   as   time   slowed   in   the   dimly-lit   pub  ,   her   wand   replacing   the   dangerously   low   glass   of   dragon   scale  ,   she   was   quick   to   spit   insults   at   the   towering   wizard  .   ‘   ‘ye   slimey   prat  !   i   reckon   ‘ye   need   a   warthog   body   t’   fit   that   face   o’   yer’s  !   ’

The sound of her best friends voice was sounded muffled to the disoriented Mariah. The local pub was filled with wizards and witches from all over the United Kingdom to watch their favorite quidditch team duke it out at the quidditch pitch. The pre-game gathering at the pub was teaming with drunk’ness and anticipation. Which is why Mariah got into it again with a much larger wizard.

She shook her head and her straw-blonde faded to a rust red. The half-troll had a shit-eating grin curled on his lips. That was before Mariah took out her wand and stunned him to stone. She whipped her face with the sleeve of her Elkridge wool sweater and stood over the stunned troll with her own triumph smile. “Thanks for the back up, Mary,” Mariah smiled at her friend.

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Daisy was nervous to say the least, it was the first Quidditch match of the season and she didn't want to let anyone down. She decided to go for a quick walk around the stadium before heading to the changing rooms. She got to the stadium entry and went through the process of getting searched and it was quite instructive and uncomfortable. "Well, I don't know about you, but that was definitely an experience I don't want to go through again", she said to no one in particular.

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daisyxhookumx​:

Daisy was nervous to say the least, it was the first Quidditch match of the season and she didn’t want to let anyone down. She decided to go for a quick walk around the stadium before heading to the changing rooms. She got to the stadium entry and went through the process of getting searched and it was quite instructive and uncomfortable. “Well, I don’t know about you, but that was definitely an experience I don’t want to go through again”, she said to no one in particular.

“Tell me about it,” Mariah agreed as she dug through her seemliness bag; she bought it in Asia and it was charmed to reach her trunk in her dorm. “Thankfully,” she breathed and pulled out a beaten and scratched pewter flask from her bag, “the guard were too blind to see the hidden pocket that smuggled this bad boy.” The rust red-haired witch unscrewed the top and tipped it back: spicy rum pored from it. Mariah offered it to Daisy.

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He was wearing his Firedrake quidditch sweater sitting next to the hearth in the dining hall. It was the night before the match, and Arturo had his routine. He had Earl Gery tea--hot--with a healthy shot of scotch & honey, he had the Daily Prophet hovering in front of his dark gaze as the amber flickering light of the warm hearth illuminated the crossword page. His quick notes pen was scratching the words Arturo muttered softly over his steaming cuppa hottie tottie. He herd his best friend approach, his footsteps echoing on the castle flagstone floor towards the empty chair in front of Arturo, “what is a five letter word metal blend?”

@fxtedstars​

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𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕒𝕙 ℍ-ℂ 𝕋𝕒𝕤𝕜 𝟘𝟘𝟚 / 𝕊𝕥𝕪𝕝𝕖

Mariah‘s style is all about comfort and function over style. She lives in jeans and sweaters. Her closet is full of sweaters of all shapes and sizes. Mariah loves to feel cozy. The fabrics she wears are: cotton, wool, linen, denim, and corduroy. She has some fuzzy scarfs, but she loved to wear her ol’ Hufflepuff scarf the most. She does have some items that are purely for aesthetics.

She loves her pair of purple velvet go-go boots. She found them in a dark corner of a thrift shop in her village. She rescued them and can be seen wearing them with her dirt covered jeans and oversized sweaters on campus. She also owns a dark silk shirt that has a charmed embroidered pattern on it; when she is moving, the sun & starts move in little wavy circles until she stops--it’s quite memorizing to look at.

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@rodolphuslestranges​ x arturo p. / the local pub { closed starter }

“So then I said, ‘there’s a shortage of perfect breasts in this world. it would be a pity to damage yours,’ and then she slapped me,” Arturo snickered taking a sip from his wine as he spoke to Rodolphus. He pulled out a rolled cigarette, and rolled it betwixt the fingers of his left hand. “So yeah, my date did not end well.” Arturo placed the cigarette between his flesh pink lips and snapped his fingers; at the tip of his thumb, a small flame flickered. He puffed and lit the cigarette before he shoot his hand and the flame went out. Arturo took a long inhale puffed perfect smoke rings in various shapes towards the pub ceiling.

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stonecoldhedwigrp​:

Lily raised an arched eyebrow and looked at Mariah for a moment. She bit down on her bottom lip a little, musing on how to phrase her response. Mariah wasn’t a member of Draco Dormiens, and so Lily wanted to be careful not to let slip anything that might jeopardise the secret group.

“Not wrong if that’s how you see the world, I suppose,” Lily said slowly. She was thinking hard about the situation, trying to piece together the parts of the evening and the information gathered. “Did you go to the party?”

Mariah shrugged. She came by towards the end, she got caught up in the laboratory that night and didn’t realize the time until the campus clock tower struck the late hour. She promised her friends the she would make an appearance. But by the time she arrived, most of the party patrons were falling over drunk or paired off with their night dalliances. “I did, at the end,” Mariah confessed. “I didn’t see you there, Evans. I mean I arrived as the party was winding down.” At Hogwarts, Mariah was always a wee bit jealous of Lily’s affinity for potions. Mariah had a knack too, but she was not as esteemed at Lily. And the competition followed them here at Elkridge.

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“I’ll  use  small  words  so  that  you’ll  be  sure  to understand,  you  warthog  faced  troll.” Mariah grumbled to the much larger wizard that was hovering over her shoulder. She went back to drinking his beer before her face meet the bar top. If Mariah was a wee more sober, she would have seen that it was a half-troll wizard that was making her face meet the wooden bar top.

@macdonclds​

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fxtedstars​:

The immediate eye-roll could not be missed as Iris caught the crowd of giggling school girls nearby. Not that Arturo did nothing but encourage this, winking at them as if he was some casanova. Iris could puke but definitely not in front of wandering eyes. “ My studies are much better than yours I assume but then again you don’t have to worry about your future. You can easily select any of those giggling idiots over there and take over the family business.” The bitterness was evident but Iris didn’t care. She had to fight to be here, to attend university and be an educated woman. Their parents were more than willing to marry her off to some wealthy pureblood than to watch their daughter “suffer” her mind with schooling.  However it was Iris who insisted on being more than just a housewife and thus she remained a second year. “Surprised you haven’t been married off yet. How is it being in the Parkinsons’ good graces?” 

Arturo sat up in the chair as his sister spoke to him. She spoke the truth, as the oldest living son, he was expected to take over the Parkinson empire as soon as their father would let go of the reins—not likely anytime soon. Their father lived to work, Arturo lived for magic. He was a gifted spell caster and loved mastering charms and battle spells. The raw power that surged through him made him feel so alive. “I go to Elkridge for reasons that are two fold—” Arturo held up his left hand and stuck out his thumb to begin counting. “One, I want to know more about wands and its magic. And two, I’m a social person…” He smiled. But it faded at the idea of marriage. He knew it was the logical next step, but most of the witches that he knew she did not want to be his partner in marriage. He wanted more than just an alliance or power, he wanted love. That was certainly not going to come from any marriage that his father will orchestrate. “What about your marriage, Iris? I resolve that I will not marry until a worthy suitor steals your heart.”   

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Task 001 / Character Moodboard: Arturo P.

“ I know the whispers they hurt sometimes They swirl and fracture my peace of mind But can’t you see the sanity in my epiphany Let me cure these blackened hearts ”

   - Paolo Buonvino & Skin

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remus x mariah { @moonylupens​ } / in the potions corridor

Although only a second year, many witches knew not to mess with Mariah’s workspace in the abandoned laboratory. She, and a few other colleagues, paid the caretakers a few gallons a month to keep from cleaning the second floor abandoned classroom. It was a secret of the aspiring potioneers at Elkridge; a quick slip of coin and they can keep a potion brewing for as long as needed, without having to go through the library or a professor. Mariah had her space carved out since the fall— a small half of the aged wooden table that was splashed with decades of potion splatter and a small—haphazard—stack of pewter caldrons below.

Today, she spent her free hour before supper checking up on her latest hair-brained idea, an aconite brew.. At Hogwarts, before she left, Mariah stumbled on a restricted book that wasn’t shelved correctly. She found it one day in the underwater flora section. It was titled Noctem Comantem & Other Moonlight Flora, and it sparked her latest string or projects. She tracked the growth of her aconite sprigs for a year and a day, and then she plucked them to make an oil. A fortnight ago, she started to brew a simple water base with moon charged water and a few other planned ingredients; today (at lunch), she added the aconite oil. She was eager to see it  brew into something… anything. 

Alas, her hopes were killed by peering into the simmering cauldron and nothing yet. She let out a dramatic sigh that scared a witches cat familiar that liked to bask in the laboratory’s windows. The door to the laboratory was ajar and Mariah could hear the distant clock tower bells toll calling everyone in for supper. Mairah’s last thought was food, she zoned in and opened her notebook taking samples and notes.