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bastilacroix:

a stunning sense of humor—this is how his father would describe sebastien’s fashion. much for the man’s distaste, he seems to be careless about looks on purpose: he has the face of his mother, got taller than his father, but dressed poorly. for someone who had been hearing things about his clothes or accessories his whole life, when his eyes lie down on his hat right after she takes a look at it, he can only chuckle lightly, taking absolutely no offense to it. “i’ve heard much worse,” he says, rather amused, running his hand through his long-ish locks and pushing them behind his ear. another thing that his parents would complain sometimes… but does this boy ever hear?

lifting his sight towards her as she continues to talk, he tries to pay attention closely: brown eyes fixed on her clear ones, head slightly tilting to the side as comes some accusations, eyebrows still raised. he looks younger, as he always does—features softening as he presses his lips together, doing his best to continue to hold a serious and attentive look. he would’ve done this with anyone, you see… but being her, it wouldn’t be a lie to say he is trying to do the same he did when she bursted into his flat with news. “so… you’re done?” he doesn’t help asking, a small smile curling the corner of his lips.

“hm… not a stalker,” he starts then, listing it on his fingers, “coincidences are not logical, yet can happen, i was told…” lifting his eyes to her once again, he furrows his eyebrows, “sixth most embarrassing? are you that embarrassing to have done five things worse than that?” surely he looks impressed—for him, that was more embarrassing than everything he’s ever been through… then again, this very moment is becoming a close one and he isn’t one to normally feel uncomfortable with anything. “not a creep either. why are you only supposing bad things? i thought i had treated you… good?” he asks, frowning lightly. this moment is definitely the most embarrassed he’s been, reaching the rooftop. “could’ve been worse, i think? we both could’ve been matched with… i don’t know… i don’t really have standards…” he ends up in a mutter.

she wasn’t even talking to him. it wasn’t uncommon for her to speak with herself, even switching languages at every word spoken sometimes, and people have learned not to care -- she never thought they did anyways; the point is, she wasn’t talking to him -- so why is he meddling? and why does she care if he is meddling? gabriela glares at the male, truly tempted to drop a ‘no, i am not done’ but she does not, and only keep her stormy eyes on him as he speaks. he sounds much like a child, too stuck on the little details, and she can not help but to furrow her eyebrows herself, watching as he goes on commenting on every little bit of information.

“are you truly asking if you have pleasured me?” the wild haired brunette questions, mouth falling agape in severe surprise at his words. this guy was unbelievable. “you have, if you must know...!” she still answers, adverting her eyes from him, still frowning a little. “i have not asked of your standards. the minister’s.” to whom their own’s worries and plans didn’t seem to mind at all. granted gabriela’s were unclear, but still -- who walks over a person like this?

the brunette shakes her head, running her fingers through some unruly hair coming out of her bun, pressing her fingertips against her skin, before letting out a heavy sigh. “now you know my name then.” her true name, and it did not make her relax one bit, but, logically, this was not a worry she should have in a situation like this. “i suppose it matters. since we are to wed, and all. unless...you are against it? surely we can fight this? what would be done otherwise? use imperius to make us say ‘i do’?”

#** vi. PROCYON #** x. ALTAIR

diligitvss-blog

people were outraged. understandably so. they had just fought in a war to be seen as something more than their blood status and now it seemed that blood was put back on their radar again. personally, catriona thought that it was cruel mockery–for muggleborns and halfbloods to be paired with those that used to ridicule them. but, as it were, her personal feelings couldn’t come in the way of her job–not if she wanted to be SUCCESSFUL. thus, she had plastered a smile on her face all day as she politely instructed people to leave their concerns for the minister’s careful review. though she personally doubted that he would consider a one of them. after what seemed like endless hours, catriona was finally dragging herself into the leaky cauldron. it was much to her relief to find that the pub was mostly emptied. “ merlin–what a day, “ she muttered to herself as she sank down into a seat at the bar.

watsonflores-blog

as much as she adored nimue’s companion during her nights, the kneazle did little other than lying by her side and letting out some purrs, and all of those were much more help in putting the owner to sleep rather than the other way around. so the raven haired found herself at the leaky cauldron once again, taking her familiar seat by the edge of the bar and mindlessly picking at her cranachan with a fork.

for some unholy reason, she just couldn’t focus enough to remember about an important moon’s name to this diary, and it was beginning to make her so frustrated she was about to just get up and look for that god damn thing herself, regardless of the time and how bad the eyestrain would be if she actually pursued that. thankfully, for herself, someone else’s own frustration is distracting enough for the ravenclaw to blink as she glances at the blonde a couple seats away. if the overall looks did not give her away, her words surely do, and gabriela almost smiles in sympathy. “tell me about it.” she states, tilting her head a little. “truly, though. do tell.”

#** vi. PROCYON #diligitvss #& caitriona nott

Interview the Muse

1 - What is your Full name? Include any maiden names, aliases, or nicknames.

2 - When is your birthday? Do you know where you were born and at what time?

3 - What is your star sign? Do you know your Chinese Zodiac too?

4 - What is your earliest memory that you can remember?

5 - Where was your childhood home? Was it more urban or rural?

6 - How was your childhood in general? Did your parents treat you well? Did you have a lot of friends?

7 - How was/is school? What is your favorite and least favorite subjects? What were your grades on average?

8 - Did you have a best friend growing up? What was their name? Are you still in touch?

9 - Were you in any cliques?

10 - Best childhood memory you can recall?

11 - Worst childhood memory you can recall?

12 - Name an event in your childhood that has shaped you into the person you are today

13 - What is the dumbest thing you have ever done to impress someone? Were they impressed or was it all for naught?

14 - Did you ever have any sweethearts or lovers? Do you have a boy/girlfriend?

15 - Are you a virgin?

16 - Do you ever plan on getting married in your life? Do you want kids?

17 - Would you rather have your own kids or adopt? How many kids would you want?

18 - Do you think you'd be a protective parent or a relaxed parent?

19 - How would you prefer to pass away? Surrounded by loved ones and at peace, or while doing something heroic?

20 - Generally, how healthy are you? Do you get sick or injured easily or are you fit?

21 - Have you ever been badly injured before?

22 - What is the worst injury you have ever gotten? What was it and how did it happen? Were you ever close to death?

23 - How many times have you been to the hospital/doctor's?

24 - Have you ever had a concussion or brain injury? Have you ever had amnesia?

25 - What was the worst illness you ever contacted? Do you know what it was? How long were you sick?

26 - Ever had any extended hospital stays? What for?

27 - Have you ever had to give yourself or someone else emergency first aid? What happened?

28 - Are you employed? Where do you work and who do you work for? What do you do?

29 - Are you happy with your current job?

30 - Did you have any previous jobs? What were they and what did you do?

31 - Most dangerous thing you have ever done?

32 - Do you consider yourself a more active person or a more relaxed person?

33 - What is your dream come true? How about your worst nightmare?

34 - What is the biggest and most important goal you have set for yourself?

35 - How persistent would you say you are? How much does it take to get you to give up on a task?

36 - Would you surrender yourself to your enemies or fight to the very end?

37 - When do you usually do your shopping? What is currently on your shopping list?

38 - Top three things on your wishlist?

39 - Currently, what is something you want but do not need?

40 - Do you like shopping? What is your favorite thing to shop for?

41 - What is the most expensive thing you have purchased? Was it worth it?

42 - What would you do if you were suddenly given one billion dollars out of the blue?

43 - What would you describe your style of clothing as?

44 - Do you have any hobbies? Name all of them if you can.

45 - Do you like and appreciate art? What is your favorite piece of artwork?

46 - Do you like music? What is your favorite style of music?

47 - Have you ever seen any musicals? What is your favorite?

48 - What are your top three favorite animals? What would you say your "Patronus" or "Spirit Animal" is?

49 - What are your top three favorite colors?

50 - What is your favorite season? Do you prefer hotter or colder weather? Do you like snow at all?

51 - What kind of flavors do you prefer: Sweet, Sour, Bitter, Spicy, Dry, or Umami (savory meat taste)?

52 - Can you cook at all?

53 - What is your favorite dish? Can you prepare it? Do you have the recipe handy?

54 - What is your favorite fruit and vegetable?

55 - What is your favorite dessert? What is your favorite type of candy/treat?

56 - What is the best thing you have ever had the opportunity to eat? What is the worst?

57 - Do you like to drink tea or coffee? Any favorite flavors?

58 - Describe your sense of humor.

59 - What is one thing you are justly proud of?

60 - Do you have any religious beliefs? If not, have you ever been to a church service?

61 - What would you say is the worst thing someone has done to you? What is the meanest thing someone has ever said to you?

62 - What is the worst thing you have done to someone? What is the meanest thing you have said to anyone?

63 - Share the latest entry in your diary/journal.

64 - What is the most precious thing you own? Is it valuable at all?

65 - Talk about someone you know. It can be someone you either like or dislike.

66 - FREE QUESTION

#( pls do )#* vii. BETELGEUSE

#mhq.ooc #* n. ANTES

bastilacroix:

procriation—from old french procreacion, and also from latin procreatio; it is the process of bringing in new generations, in which an organism produces others of its biological kind. sebastien knows that far, knows how that works, how species are supposed to do their best not to extinguish; many were the works in which he studied some of the creatures that soon could come to fade off from planet earth, and how scientists, even muggle scientists, cared so much about this, not to let this happen.

yet, here he is, standing across the street from the café he is supposed to meet his… what is she to him? a match? a fiance? future wife, really? and all of this still seem some sort of joke. many were the species that he knows that have been disappearing, the wizarding population definitely wasn’t one of them. but far from him to be the one to raise his voice against the law, to doubt the possibility when they seemed so concerned about it. the war had devasted everyone, everything, so it isn’t that much of a surprise—it is, however, surprising how he suddenly doesn’t feel at the kick off of a new century, when they seem to be dragged back to arranged marriages era, when the only focus was exactly what they wanted them to do: procreate.

with a heavy and tired sigh, sebastien decides this is it: he would have to go in. at least, at the very least, they seemed to have matched him with someone who shared the same idea—that it is an ancient thing to do. but then again… was there anyone who is in favor of this? of getting married to a stranger? there were some kind of people who would love the idea—the hopeless romantics, the ones who would use this opportunity to get together with someone they hoped to become the love of their lives, the ones they were supposed to be with. after all, if the ministry had matched them, it had a purpose, had it not? fairly enough, his partner seemed extremely unlikely to have this view and he feels quite pleased at it.

taking off his hat and holding it as he approaches the only table where a young woman sat by herself, supposing it would be the one he’s looking for, he feels a bit anxious. how a meeting like this is supposed to go? he doesn’t help in wondering to himself for a brief moment. his mind, however, goes blank the sooner he looks down at her. hell no, he already thinks, recognizing her. it is not exactly easy to forget someone like her… or the situation they had been previously, for that matter. she is blabbing something, but he remains static for a while, speechless, almost controlling himself not to burst into a nervous laugh. this wasn’t supposed to be funny.

“bonjour to you too, mademoiselle,” he raises his thick eyebrows while taking the seat across from her, placing his hat on an empty seat beside him, forearms resting on the edge of the table. his features are still as defensive as one could be after her introduction, though a small smile is being held back. “last time we only talked english. as you said, we are in britain, are we not?” you see, the last thing that crosses his mind right then is basically why this meeting is happening—it’s been just a few months since their small incident and, still, he had thought they wouldn’t ever cross paths again. but now, here they are.

her eyes only properly rise to the male once she hears the french, and the storm hued orbs widen at the realization. she has heard this deep voice before (moans and breathes and groans, hazy confessions of pleasure and promises of climax) but she did not expect to hear it again -- he didn’t even sound (or look, but gabriela tries her best not to be this ill minded) french, for fuck’s sake. back then, she had been cid castro, one of the many (random) names she much preferred to use in ridiculous situations like the one she had been forced into than a name that would only make the night even more dreadful. she doesn’t remember exchanging names officially (or at least not hearing anything related to french crosses) before they were stumbling in a flat he claimed to be his, and she surely did not stay long enough. one more meeting did not change the nature of their relationship either, but it seems luck is not at her side.

he is speaking, and her eyes surely are trying to burn a hole on him, but she does not listen, much is her disbelief for this. everything that she had carefully planned to say simply becomes smoke, and all her brain seems to be able to process is their latest meeting, and it does not fail to bring a hint of color to her otherwise pale cheeks. her lips part and words threaten to leave, but only a puff of air (even the small gesture betraying in keeping her emotions veiled at the moment) exits them, the words stuck at her throat as she is unable to decide on a language for them. english, they said, and gabriela finally blinks, moving in her chair and glancing at his hat.

“right.” she finally says, very intelligently. “sebastien. obviously from the fifties, with this kind of wardrobe.” she lets his name roll out of her tongue along with the joke, not for one second bothering how he would take it -- her jabs were just natural mechanisms of defense and externalized thoughts by now. “you’ve not...become some sort of stalker, have you? coincidences are not logical, nor it seems to be that you’d become infatuated by someone whose sixth most embarrassing moment happened with you. unless....you’re a creep?” the raven haired furrows her eyebrows, too lost in her monologue to pay attention to anything else or to even expect an actual answer. “for merlin’s sake, what on earth was shacklebolt’s standards for this?”

#** vi. PROCYON #** x. ALTAIR

doona-baes

#*** iii. DENEB

dcrkdayss-blog

— the leaky cauldron, despite what many might think, required a pretty hefty amount of upkeep. some of which, was half completed on the table in front of him, shuffling through a few of the bills, there was a sigh that left his lips, “ do you ever write something, so many times, it feels like you’re not even writing english anymore ? ” he said, squinting at his signature, “ i don’t think i can sign my name anymore, doesn’t look right. ”

watsonflores-blog

it was not unusual for her to end up at the leaky cauldron, even in a week day -- she didn’t live far from the pub, and, after a whole day of stress, the cliche of getting drunk in some dark pub while having some chips did live up to its hype. with not plenty of patrons so late in the night, it was difficult for her not to listen to the man as he spoke, making her eyebrows crease lightly and the dimples to pop in on the corner of her lips due to pure amusement. oh, she knew what he meant alright. how could she not, when many were the times she wrote full pages of reports only to realize she was scribbling something in german and celtic instead of in english?

“don’t you think taking a self-writing quill could do the job better?” she questions, accusation and snark laced on her voice. the raven haired takes a pause, and dips her chip in ketchup before lifting her eyes to the papers in matter. "would you like me to do it for you for the next few times? i am rather competent on the faking signatures thing.” or good enough to fool her boss plenty of times, and professor flitwick two or three. plus, her wrist had had enough rest, anyways. better to keep herself useful if she wanted to remain awake for the next two hours.

#** vi. PROCYON #lilypctals #& leo orson

greetings to you. @bastilacroix

we do not know each other, and although the ancient say the best marriages come through such a shape, i simply can not agree a man who does not know me (nor yourself, i am supposing) personally can dictacte the terms of a, supposedly, life long engagement. thus, i would be very glad should you decide to pop in by the charles’ mane café by the 6th at nine or so.

à plus,

gabriela flores

during the course of her life, she has written plenty of letters for all kinds of people, but never once would she assume she would write to a complete stranger who was to impregnate her for the sake of the state. in a completely exacerbated fashion, gabriela can not help but to recall of the military dictatorship her own (other) country has gone through not twenty years ago, or, in lighter times, but not any less abusive, during medieval accords of marriage. even while looking at the beautiful species that was gawain as it flew away with the small letter, she could not not feel disgusted to her core.

the feeling of nausea only diminishes if she doesn’t let herself get too idle, or cuts her intake of caffeine short – both do very little to improve her mood, and she has to add in a couple mugs of peppermint tea to make her feel any better. the raven haired is on said second cup when she hears the door chimes, and the shadow hovering over her table is enough for her to know her partner has arrived, and she does not hesitate one bit before speaking up, not even bothering to see the gent’s face.

“if we are to settle terms, would you prefer to do so in french or in english? harsh as it is, i would advice you to pick the later. you are in britain, after all.” so she had been told when she was just six, by a grandmother whose face she never seen – why would she act otherwise to a fully grown man she couldn’t care less about?

#bastilacroix #( queue )#** vi. PROCYON #** x. ALTAIR

REPOST, DON’T REBLOG.

NAME: gabriela lucia watson-flores NATIONALITY: english-brazilian ETHNICITY: english & italo-brazilian SPECIES: human witch BLOOD: pureblood SIGN: libra SPECIAL ABILITIES?: languages, maps crafting, swimming SCHOOL: hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry HOUSE: ravenclaw WAND: redwood wood with a phoenix feather core, 10 ¾ inches and rigid flexibility FAMILIAR: a kneazle named nimue. unable to bring the animal with her to hogwarts due to its possible danger, she opted by an owl instead, named gawain. both are still alive to this day & share place in gabi’s heart apartment PATRONUS: crow ANIMAGUS?: no QUIDDITCH?: god, no. with her lack of balance? she does not care for the sport either, but likely cheers for the brazilian national team BEST 3 CLASSES: astronomy, charms, study of magical creatures WORST 3 CLASSES: flying, defense against the dark arts (quirrel was just a horrid teacher, she will say) & herbology

#*** ii. canopus #* vii. betelgeuse #( i just;;;; wanted to get this out before doing threads and such bc a meme nerd )

princesconsuela

#*** iii. DENEB

sagihairius

90% of my life is me making an irritated looking face

#*** iii. DENEB

onyxicca

I am fueled by foggy mornings, moonlight, and starry skies.

Di Drago (via exospecies)

#*** iv. ACHERNAR #*** iii. DENEB

( kaya scodelario, twenty three, female, she/her, pureblood ) — dear gabriela watson-flores, i have the pleasure of writing to you to introduce to you your partner, sebastien lacroix. you’re so indecisive and temperamental yet so hardworking and multifaceted that it’s no wonder they were paired with someone such as yourself. you were in ravenclaw, correct? ah, no matter. as a member of the department of international magical cooperation, you must be looking forward to this new step in your life. sincerely, the minister of magic.

hello!!!! it’s…a bit late for my old ass right now but i didn’t want to miss the hype. my name is vivi, i’m from brt (gtm-3) and i’ll be talking a bit about my baby, gabriela, under the read more. if you’re okay with me going over to your ims, pls like this post and i’ll rush to get these plots ♡