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ayla avery . twenty-five .

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    ❛     𝒘𝒉𝒐'𝒔 𝒂 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄, 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅 . 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒌, 𝒏𝒐𝒘 .                                                         𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰'𝒎 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 '𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒕 .     ⟢    

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[alicentrism]

[scahrred-deactivated20250728]

potions was always one of his least favorite subjects. he'd passed the class, but it was so tedious : the need for everything to be perfect so that it could come out just as intended. hearing slughorn go on and on about dream elixirs brought him back to hogwarts & being half-asleep in potions class. until ayla avery saunters into his line of sight. he makes himself the picture of polite company — their failed near-engagement was long ago. speaking to her wasn't a crime. right? ' what would be the holiday spirit response, then ? '

[weapcnry]

          she  cocked  her  head  to  the  side  ,  eyes  slowly  looking  at  the  figure  across  from her  .  sirius  black  ,  in  all  his  glory  and  in  all  her  misfortune  .  ayla  never  faulted  the  other  for  their  failure  of  an  engagement  but  she  did  perceive  him  as  a  slight  failure  in  itself  .  "  miserable  at  most  .  "  she  joked  dryly  ,  except  she  knew  how  miserable  every  pureblood  family  was  around  this  time  of  the  year  .  " and  your  face  has  really  set  the  tone  of  the  holiday  spirit  for  me  .  "

[firewhiskeyfm]

gabriel's head dips down at the purse she's just thrown at him - because, well, of course she did. he rolls his eyes, albeit playfully.

"alright, alright, i'm coming," he sighs out.

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          she  sighed  albeit  dramatically  ,  her  sleek  locks  moving  with  her  exasperated  shake  of  her  head  .  "  don't  forget  my  purse  ,  gabriel  .  "  she  added  .  she  stared  at  him  for  a  moment  ,  taking  in  his  words  as  a  slight  giggle  left  her  lips  .  "  now  if  that's  how  you  respond  to  your  bed  buddies  ,  i  don't  want  to  hear  it  .  "

[firewhiskeyfm]

"hey, it's kind of a spooky type of holiday, so i'd say you're on the right track," gabriel offers with a shrug and a soft smile.

"where to next?" he asks the girl, eyebrows raised, expectant for her reply. he doesn't mind being bossed around by his friend, even going back to their hogwarts days. hey, at least his brain got to take a break. it had been a long shift at work, anyways, with all of the boisterous customers from the festival.

he follows after her, catching up pretty quickly.

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          the  corner  of  her  lip  twinged  up  in  mild  annoyance  ,  a  swift  turn  on  her  heel  has  her  long  locks  whipping  across  his  face  in  a  practiced  motion  (  almost  like  years  of  practiced  motions  )  .  "  sounds  like  a  liability  .  "  she  added  in  ,  continuing  to  walk  past  those  gawking  at  the  display  of  potions  . she  hands  him  her  tiny  purse  ,  obviously  charmed  to  hold  more  than  it  should  with  the  sheer  weight  it  had  when  it  collided  with  gabriel's  hand.  she  looks  back  for  a  moment  ,  "  well  ,  hurry  up  ,  the  fumes  are  messing  up  with  my  hair  .  "

[weapcnry]

status : open location : the potion-making demo           slughorn’s  voice  wafted  through  the  air  as  she  could  see  him  speaking  through  her  peripheral  ,  she  focused  on  the  other  speaking  to  her  .  their  business  jargon  making  it  hard  to  not  roll  her  eyes  with  each  word  ,  her  smile  was  sugar  coated  ,  a lack of emotion reaching her eyes  with  matching  nods  to  set  the  scene  .  “  owl  me  this  week  ,  we’ll  set  up  a  meeting  . ”  she  ends  the  conversation  ,  turning  on  her  heel  as  she  saunters  through  the  crowds  of  listeners  .  “  dream  elixirs  are  a  bit  fascinating  ,  how  easily  could  it  be  turned  into  a  nightmare  do  you  think  ?  sorry  ,  that  wasn’t  the  most  in  the  holiday  spirit  response  .  ”

[bryonyparkinsons]

Who: Bryony & Open Where: Samhain Festival, Market Stalls

Bryony had thought long and hard how her re-entrance back into society post-wedding would go, and it hadn't been this damned festival. They were supposed to attend a gala last weekend for one of the many charities she helped out with, but of course, she had been sick and they couldn't attend. And now her husband goes and tells her at the last minute that he would join her later, that something had come up. She was not pleased but she was unwilling to sit at home for another weekend. So here she was, hoping he would come and find her before it was too late.

"The holiday may be over tomorrow, but the season will go on for a while. It wouldn't be particularly tacky to keep this up, would it?" Bryony mused to the person beside her, showing them the tapestry that she had been looking at.

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                    growing  up  festivals  like  this  had  always  been  a  gathering  for  shop  talk  ,  she  had  fond  memories  of  her  father  talking  business  in  the  dark  corners  of  an  event  that  followed  with  the  timbre  laughter  of  men  like  him  with  pockets  heavy  with  galleons  .  she  took  an  example  out  of  his  book  ,  talking  business  with  those  she  represented  ,  networking  with  families  she  knew  needed  good  representation  (  and  half  the  dodgy  solicitors  in  this  town  seem  to  be  as ancient as hogwarts itself  )  .  "  wilkes--  "  she  had  cut  herself  off  ,  a  small  sweet  laugh  leaving  her  lips  .  "  my  apologies  ,  it's  parkinson  now  .  "  bryony  had  been  a  year  above  and  nothing  special  in  ayla's  opinion  ,  it  had  been  obvious  the  wilkes  had  not  been  as  special  as  they  claimed  to  be  and  she  choked  it  all  down  to  the  details  . "  tacky  as  it  may  be  ,  i'm  sure  someone  will  scoop  it  up  if  you  don't  .  "  she  began  ,  her  fingers  folding  the  edge  of  another  tapestry  with  a  subtle  look  of  uninterest  .

[impcrios]

open !  where : thestral night flight .

narcissa had been waiting by the side of the line with the thestrals that were grazing in the grass, she smiled down at the little babies grabbing the treats that she seemed to always carry on hand for the baby dragons. grabbing them out of their pocket they reached a hand out for the baby thestral to take thumb rubbing it's forehead. "honestly, they're very cute creatures." she says looking up, "if you can't see them there's a baby right here." she didn't know if she actually wanted to go on the ride, but this was a far enough place away from her mother and father who were undoubtedly searching for her.

[weapcnry]

          death  was  something  ayla  had  never  been  afraid  of  ,  living  on  the  other  hand  was  an  entirely  different  feeling  .  seeing  thestrals  had  always  been  a  reminder  of  her  formative  years  ;  for  a  fleeting  moment  the  memory  of  her  father  flashes  through  her  mind  ,  a  sad  yet  happy  reminder  .  she  squints  at  the  baby  thestral  ,  she  tilts  her  head  slightly  to  gage  the  young  creature  .  she  had  never  been  an  impulsive  being  even  with  something  as  innocent  as  a  baby  animal  .  "  you  seem  to  know  your  way  around  animals  .  "  narcissa  had  been  a  fleeting  face  of  her  past  ,  she  often  tried  to  separate  herself  from  the  black  family  in  all  ways  .  "  what's  got  you  hiding  out  here  ?  "

[reveliios]

𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂: open | 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: zonko's, cursed artifact exhibition

a  slender  finger  slides  along  the  sleek  marble  of  the  countertops  before  him,  already  coated  with  a  thin  layer  of  dust  for  special  affects.  lucius  could  tell,  even  to  the  naked  eye,  that  the  so  called  cursed  artifacts  scattered  around  the  joke  shop  were  also  jokes.  pieces  of  plastic  disguised  as  actual  artifacts  hidden  around  the  wizarding  world.  ❝  they  have  to  know  they  aren't  fooling  anyone,  ❞  lucius  says  aloud  to  no  one  in  particular.  ❝  although  it  would  be  quite  the  event  if  someone  were  to  try  robbing  this  place  for  a  piece  of  junk.  ❞

[weapcnry]

“  aren’t  these  beneath  you  ,  malfoy  ?  ”  her  voice  wafted  through  the  air  ,  only  followed  by  the  soft  clicks  of  her  heels  .  bent  over  at  the  waist  as  her  eyes  analyzed  the  artifacts  with  a  closer  look  ,  embedding  every  artificial  detail  to  her  mind  before  she  peered  over  at  the  blonde  .    “  I  thought  these  would  be  far  too  mundane  for  the  likes  of  you  .  ”  she  pointed  out  ,    her  eyes  trained  on  the  obvious  of  the  fakes.  She  leaned  back  up  ,  her  eyes  finally  levelled  with  his  ,  “  and  here  I  thought  you’d  melt  surrounded  by  things  so  –  “  she  had  cut  herself  off  ,  letting  the  other  divulge  in  what  she  meant  exactly  .  “  then  again  ,  I  heard  you  used  to  be  a  fan  of  pieces  of  junk  .  ”

[weapcnry]

𝑯𝑬𝒀 𝑯𝑬𝒀 𝑯𝑬𝒀 ! i'm griff and will be writing my lil' crazy -- aylana 'ayla' avery . you can check out her full bio here or her basic bio under the cut !

( kathryn bernardo | cis-female | she/her ) — was that ayla avery passing through diagon alley? those close to them say they remind them of sickly sweet smiles that fill the air with unease, sharp words that corner their prey, bloodied knuckles wiped amongst fine silk dresses, cat-like eyes that prey on those easiest to capture and brilliantly shrewd that she uses it for her own agenda, which i suppose seems to fit that slytherin alumnus. they’re actually pretty adroit, abrasive, and vindictive for a twenty-five year old, but i wonder if it serves them well when working as a solicitor at a private firm. rumor has it that the pureblood  has stayed neutral… for now. i wouldn’t have guessed… but this is a conversation we should be having somewhere else.

headcanons –

ayla while has stated she is neutral, she does lean towards the death eaters side. she’s all about playing her cards right even if that means playing the waiting game to see the winning side.

she is a cutthroat solicitor and while her name is known to be this great solicitor, behind the scenes she isn’t afraid to get her hands dirty

she doesn’t believe in people doing her dirty work, she is a lone wolf when it comes to this stuff

while she’s not exactly a good pureblood princess, she knows how to play the field in making people believe she is but she is more known to be abrasive and cold

she has no hatred towards muggles and muggleborns but does find them inferior yet also useful

she’s most definitely morally grey and rather not assign herself to a side but has to play the right parts for her family and the public

as a solicitor she has dealt with ministry law officials far too much and always fights them harder than anyone else, she is brutal with them in court

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