hopeless dreamer

Jay Wood; Studying Magical Law; part-time data entry clerk for the Muggle-Worthy Excuse Committee (paid internship at the Ministry); aspiring trophy wife; he/him/his; she/her/hers

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“What?” The blond asked, just as loudly as his other questions had been. He’d seen Al yell at the device enough to know you had to speak up when you wanted to be heard by the other person. Though it seemed like he had spoken just on the edge of too loud. “I’m sorry.” Scorpius whispered, following his friend’s instructions on tapping the screen to display his own face. Though he was wildly unsuccessful “It’s not working. The button with the arrows? Where?” Completely frustrated by the whole process, as he often was, Scorpius had the thought to burst in on Albus showering and ask for the millionth time on what to do with the mobile.

“An office! Which one? How does that work? Does the computer have a spell to do that or do you have to type one in?” Scorpius hesitated outside the bathroom door before walking back into the sitting room. He could figure this out. He didn’t need his boyfriend’s help to find a button with arrows. He had eyes. “Jay, you have to. Allie showed me this funny muggle shop. They have all that sort of things and everything’s very inexpensive and it’s old clothes that other people have worn so you do have to clean them but I bet they have those glasses!” In his excitement, Scorpius was determined to switch the camera around to his own visage but only succeeded in ending the FaceTime call instead. Staring blankly at the screen that now showed an unmoving picture of himself and Al’s tiny picture boxes, he called out in vain. “Jay?”

After the first shout, the second wasn't much of a surprise. Jacen just grinned at the mobile screen while he watched (listened?) to the blonde boy struggle with the device. It was almost like those underwater sealife aquariums that allow you to watch the pretty fishes, but they were just out of view.

"Now you're whispering and I can't hear you. Just talk like you would if I were there with you and Al. No extra loud or extra quiet," he instructed, wondering if it would be a wasted effort to turn on fun filters because at least Scorpius could see him. "It's two arrows forming either a circle or an oval shape, it'll switch the camera around so I can see you."

"The Department of Muggle-Worthy Excuse Committee. It's a paid internship, so I'll be able to buy us a celebration dinner!" He was excited about that prospect. They had graciously allowed him to crash on their sofa many times (along with minor break-ins for his abduction). "I have to type in the commands, but it isn't hard to do once you have the feel of it. I learnt during the summers from Hogwarts."

Scorpius really had his attention at the idea of the funny muggle shop when the screen went blank. He stared at the screen, then huffed out an exasperated sound of outrage. This time when he called back, he made certain to add the filter for the unicorn face. "First of all, what the hell?!"

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They Can’t Recall Who They Are Again

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School your face, Angharad used to say, repeating orders she had once been on the receiving end of. Unless it’s disdain. Disdain you can always show. And oh how it showed, curled lips, squinted eyes, scrunched up eyebrows like the foulest smell had just hit his delicate nose. The stench of rot and distilled blood, made impure by all that clung to it. Jacen Wood. Suffice to say Gwyn’s luck was such that on the one day he had to head to a specific shop he would cross paths with the worst of the worst.

“If you lose any more weight you’ll be the first wizard in history to turn fully invisible.” It could have sounded like concern from anybody else’s mouth, in a different tone perhaps. But from Gwyn it invited a challenge, like the accomplishment would be worth it. All he wanted was for the wix to turn the other way and disappear, go as far away from the Slytherin as possible. There was something boiling inside of him, besides the hatred, besides the rage, something only the Wood twins could make him feel and it grew larger with every meeting, every new hair colour, every too-feminine laugh or not-feminine-enough clothes and it had his fists trembling just a bit. “I’m trying to move in that direction here. Skinny as you are, you’re still in my way.”

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The absolute worst weekend to pick up necessities, and Jacen was out in the midst of the crowds thriving in it. The best sales happened when school was about to start, and September was right around the corner. The best part was that the sales weren't catered just to the school-aged kids.

New robes of every style were ordered in, homey clutter spilled out of the antique shops, books were listed in clearance to make room for the school texts. Potions ingredients were of the optimal variety, priced at nearly a steal. Except for the rare ones. Those were price-jacked and worth it, coming from exotic magical communities and only in season around this time.

Worth it enough to stand in the doorway to wait her turn for the littles to pick their school necessities so she could get her hands on the good stuff. It was slow going and though the sun bore down on her, she was dressed cooly in a cute cropped top and jeans, mint-coloured hair bright to match her mood and her lips a bright, bright red.

Jacen pursed those lips at the tone thrown her way, then pouted them at Gwyn. "As much as I'm sure you'd be glad for me to disappear, I'm not budging. I've been here for ages. This isn't light, you know," she wiggled her picnic basket-turned-shopping basket full of her purchases at him. "You'll just have to wait your turn." No way was she going to let sour face get the better choice selection.

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“Oh fishsticks where did I leave that thing?”

Clothing and pillows were tossed in the air in a manner that would most definitely irk Tallulah at a later point in time, however this was an emergency. How is a girl supposed to survive without her phone? She had a pop-socket for every day of the week! And in true fashion of her generation, she couldn’t possibly tell you what the ringtone sounded like because silent was the best setting. Except for these sorts of situations.

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Talli moved to the desk under her precarious loft bed that was set up in the uni dorm. Charms had never been her strong suit then again neither was anything else really but she had been practicing the undetectable expansion charm because how incredibly useful would that be! About halfway through destroying her beautifully organized desk Talli remembered something absolutely obvious and reached for the wand on the windowsill. at least she knew where that was.

“Accio phone,” not but a whisper, because how embarrassing to lose your phone (in your pillow, apparently) and forget you’re a witch all in the same go?

Jay’s face on the screen brightened the girl back up though. With a swipe of her thumb the glorious beaming face of Jacen Wood filled the screen with the most excellent news.

Tallulah squeeeeeeeeed at a decibel that got the attention of her roommate out in the common area, who peeked in before shrugging off Talli’s over excited antics.

“Jay that’s amazing,” she sang “now tell me absolutey everything!”

Jacen flinched at the high-pitched squeal from Tallulah when she answered, scrunching up his face a bit at the ringing that followed, but otherwise continued grinning.

"I know, right?! The produce lady outside my dorms gave me a lunch basket and I was bringing it so I can steal Damien for a quick surprise lunch, but I saw a job advertisement on the board for today... so I just went. Like this! I'm so glad I decided to dress up, and I'm not even in my naughty tights, see? They've little bows!" He tilted the mobile so Talli could appreciate the cute blue satin bows sitting just above her knees.

"So, I'm now going to be working at this ugly clunky desktop, but its processor is out of this world, so whoever they got to modify it is a genius and I would really like to meet them. I'm in the Muggle Excuse department, and I'm entering all their file documents. I get my own desk space because everyone hates the desktop and shoved me near the back, but I have really great ventillation and I'm allowed to do what I want with it - oh!"

He brought the camera so close to his face that all Tallulah would be able to see is probably half of one of eye and lashes, and a face full of freckles. "Talli! Come eat my lunch with me! Damien didn't even know about it so he probably already took his lunch anyway, and then we can go shopping for cute desk supplies! Oh, and a wardrobe. Where do I get business-style robes from?" He was practically bouncing in excitement.

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07 & 15?

07:  Something that makes your character happy

Jacen likes when her friends are happy, finds that other people’s happiness and excitement is contagious. She likes warm weather and dancing to fun music. She misses her twin and loves getting letters from hir and hearing about hir adventures. Ze is off exploring the world, and so their connection has distanced somewhat, but it is there. She collects the letters in her new, but tiny, office in the Ministry, hanging the envelopes because they’re so pretty. Oliver sends her care packages of her favourite sweets and knitted socks. They’re not great, but he’s getting better and she likes wearing them in the mornings before the floor’s warmed up enough to walk on barefoot. She like chatting with Margot over the phone while she’s getting ready or taking a study break, as her sister has a habit of making her forget the stress and just enjoy a few minutes out of each day. Morning kisses over expresso and eating her favourite desserts. She’s abundantly spoilt by Damien.

It isn’t hard to please Jacen Wood; optimism should’ve been her middle name.

15:  Describe your character’s worst enemy

Jace doesn’t have a worst enemy, unless we’re counting time and responsibility. She disagrees strongly when necessary, but she has never genuinely hated anyone or considered them a cause lost enough that friendship is never considered. Some people just have a harder time opening up to others and need time and patience to do so. She has a habit of collecting people who seem unfriendable.

She is very emotion-driven, in that she will most likely follow her heart even if she has a bad feeling about trusting someone right off. Jay believes wholeheartedly in judging someone by their actions than by what she has heard, and giving everyone a fair chance. This has allowed her to be taken advantage of emotionally in the past, but she doesn’t let those instances keep her from reaching out to someone new.

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02:  A memory from your character’s teenage years

It was a Transfiguration class in his second year and they were meant to be learning the Badgering spell. Easy-peasy. Except that James Potter had told him about a more exciting spell to try out whenever he found he was being taught a spell or a charm starting with the letter ‘B.’ Bombarda was just as exciting as promised.

He had been left in the library after being kicked out of class for disruption, with the suggestion that the books and quiet may do him a bit of good. Funnily enough for that professor, that’s exactly the opposite of what Jacen Wood needed. Bored to death of the oddly dark corridors of the biggest library Jacen had yet to explore, he spotted a random out-of-place, brightly coloured purple feather.

Said feather blew up with yet another demonstration of the bombarda spell, right through the homework of one Damien Richards. The following duel banned both students from the library for the next two years, along with a grueling six months of detentions meant to warm them up to each other and play nice.

In hindsight, Hogwarts probably hated that professor.

19:  What your character does when they wake up

Together, Jacen would curl up against her partner, press her middle finger to a pulse-point to feel the steady thud, thud, thud of existence and soak up the warmth and weight against her. She normally only gets a few hours of sleep at a time, so there is usually no rush in waking. She’ll trail fingertips over skin, smooth and scarred alike, and eventually, reluctantly, pull herself away to get ready for the day.

Alone, Jacen would instinctively reach beside her in search of that warmth and weight she’s grown used to and sit up when it is not found. Mornings like these she has no trouble getting up and starting her day, an ache holding tight to her chest.

Run, shower, clothes, coffee, makeup, smoke. All of this dragged out sulkily or cheerfully, depending on either of the above.

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Scorpius fumbled to find the ringing phone in the mess of blankets on his couch. Albus’s ringtone, or rather the specific FaceTime noise a certain pureblood boy had yet to learn to identify, was piercing. He grabbed the incessant mobile after flinging the blankets around to find the non-stop noise making object. Hitting a few buttons on the screen, Scorpius finally managed to pick up the FaceTime call. “Jay? Hi!” The volume of the blond’s voice was equal to the level the ringing had been, still struggling with the intricacies of how video chats worked. All of Scorpius’s tapping led to the rear camera taking focus on the screen though Jay’s face was still displayed for him to see. “Al’s is in the shower. You got a job? That’s great! What is it? Are you still coming over tonight?” Jay’s visiting had turned less planned and more expected. Though Scorpius had just turned his friend’s bed into a knot of blankets. That needed to be fixed. 

Jacen frowned at the screen as he waited for someone, namely Albus, to pick up after three rings, four, five. He was about to hang up to send a flurry of sadface emojis when the call picked up to a somewhat warped shout of his name. Jay blinked, then barked out the laugh that startled out of him at the realisation that this was really not Scorpius’ forte.

“Not so loud, sweet boy,” he continued in a giggle, but also furrowed his brow at what happened to be the family room of the home Scorpius shared with Albus. “Honey, there’s a button on the screen with arrows. Can you tap it once? I need to see your pretty face.” He waited a moment to see if his instructions were clear enough before answering the question.

“It’s only part-time, but I’m going to be using this bulky computer to change documents from manual to digital. Data-entry, and it’ll be in an office, so I can go look for some really sharp business robes... or... or! Do you think they’ll let me go in dressed in muggle business wear? Pencil skirts and heels and those really funny-looking pointed glasses?”

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01:  A memory from your character’s childhood

02:  A memory from your character’s teenage years

03:  A memory from your character’s career

04:  A memory that your character cherishes

05:  A memory that your character wishes to erase  

06:  Something that makes your character angry

07:  Something that makes your character happy

08:  Something that makes your character laugh

09:  Something that frightens your character

10:  Something that turns your character on

11:  Describe your character’s childhood friend

12:  Describe your character’s parents

13:  Describe your character’s former lover

14:  Describe your character’s present best friend

15:  Describe your character’s worst enemy

16:  What your character does on a day of

17:  What kind of books your character reads

18:  What kind of music your character likes

19:  What your character does when they wake up

20:  What your character is like at social events

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occult indulgences

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Andromeda & Jay

Moving out of Cress’s cottage was oddly bittersweet. Sure, the woman wasn’t much for motherly affection, but there was no denying that she cared in her own bassackwards way. But without the comfort of the common room or her aunt’s cozy home, Andromeda had found life outside of Hogwarts to be quite anxiety inducing. There was no familiarity in the world around her. Even her courses offered little stability what with students or professors skipping class so often she could hardly tell who was really supposed to be there.

Thanks to her inheritance Andy was able rent a small flat off campus. Dorm life lasted… a month? She hadn’t even bothered to unpack before scouring the streets for a leasing opportunity. Too many people, too close. Too…tempting. Getting what you want is so easy when you have the ability to manipulate people on a level that the other person doesn’t even realize. A skill she honed one horrifying week back in sixth year with Riley.

So, solitary it was.

Its just better that way. Really.

Less people to ask questions about where she was going or why, when she’d be home. Nag, nag, nag. In fact, it was the pestering roommates that lead her to exploring muggle London in her free time. Free time to sit on café patios sketching some tall lanky thing walking down the road.

“Rude yourself, legs. I wish I could cast that big ‘a shadow without five-inch heels to break the horizon.”

Andromeda stuffed her charcoals back into their box and waved a coal covered hand at the café window for the server’s attention.

“So what brings you to this side of town?”

Quickly getting herself back in order, Jacen dropped her belongings onto the table in front of Andromeda and sat in the empty chair she had collided with. She shuffled her belongings back into their previous order and jammed them into a bag altered to fit her needs.

"Today is my free day." Taking general study classes was easy enough for the moment, giving her something to do now that she couldn't stick to her better half's side like she'd much rather be doing right now. "Damien's at work and my dorm is small and they complain that I'm awake all hours of the night. They don't like Damien coming around, either, because they said he's terrifying. Do you think he's terrifying?" It absolutely flabbergasted her; he was beautiful, what were they thinking?

There was no relationship with her roommate just yet, the semester still too early and the fact that she was Oliver Wood's child seemed to instill a strange anxiety into her would-be best friend. Dorm mates were meant to be best friends, right? Well, Jay would just continue on with the assumption and hope for the best. The results usually tended to pull in her favour if she kept up her optimism.

She glanced towards the server when Andy waved him down, watching as he slowly crossed the distance between them. "Have you eaten?" If she had, she would ask Andy to join her while she ordered; she didn't realise just how desperate for conversation she was until just then.

"Did you know there were some places just down this street that are almost actually legit? There's this place that looks a bit like a tea kettle, the chimney is a bit beat up, but I swear the proprietor is either an undercover witch or an unsuspecting squib."

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Jacen walked out of the building in a slight daze. It wasn't like big, bustling environments were intimidating to him by any means, but this meeting carried a slightly heavier weight than he was used to. Not a bad weight, more like slightly raised importance.

See, it wasn't that Jay didn't care for the entry-level positions that had been offered by the uni's guidance counselor, it was that he really, definitely, one-hundred percent could not stand them. He did not want to be an inventory specialist for the local botanist down the road. He did not want to spend all day in a library filing books according to a system that was beyond ancient. He could have gotten away with sneaking some reading material, if the part-time hours offered weren't abysmal at less than three hours a week. What was the point of the advertisement if they didn't plan on getting to know the employee? And the secretarial job was laughable.

This one Jacen found all by himself. Sure, he may have come upon it while bringing lunch in the cutest little basket ever, well-packed by the sweet old lady who runs the produce stand outside of his dormitory. She claimed she wanted to get some meat on his bones, but when he looked, it was clearly packed for two - with double cutlery and a tartan blanket and containing a neatly displayed flask of butterbeer.

Two hours and a forgotten lunch date later, he walked out of the Ministry of Magic with a slightly goofy grin on his face because things had gone much better than he had initially thought. In the middle of fucking everywhere, he plopped down on the footpath and brought his mobile out to facetime and clicked a random contact and hit enter. It rang approximately twice before connecting. "I found a job!" he beamed into the camera.

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Planetary Witches / Mars Aesthetic

Visit my shop

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occult indulgences

Andromeda & Jay

Over the years the growing popularity of “witchcraft” among muggles left the leaders in the actual magical world baffled and concerned. What with the history of killing and/or maiming those accused of practicing magic and all that. Still, the number of so-called mystic shops opening up were almost too tempting to avoid. Not to mention some of these muggles made some spectacular tarot decks. Sure most of their herbs were next to useless, but the ones that weren’t were always fresh. 

That is how it started for Andromeda, enjoying the little muggle shops. Laughing at herself at the inaccuracies and raising a brow at the more legitimate items. Surely there had to be some actual witches or wizards contributing somewhat. The muggle occult was more of a morally grey area until determined otherwise. Andy would make small talk with the shop employees and guests about everything from the thing they called Wicca to make up, until she started giving slight tips. Nothing damning, of course, just pointing out what she would see in a tea cup, or if a rune was interpreted incorrectly. Small, perfectly possible to be mentioned in one of their fancy “grimoires.” 

However over the summer after her seventh year Andy spent so much time in a certain area of London that she gained a bit of a reputation amongst the more fanatic muggles. Her fortunes were just always so on point, many asked if she were a gypsy. Seeing as Andy had no idea what they meant, but it sure wasn’t a witch, she let them thing what they wished. 

The small block of shops became a sort of escape for Andy, a way to enjoy divination without a professor breathing down her neck, or a classmate peering over her shoulder. Until she over heard someone mention another who frequented the area with an intense aura HA. But as much of a laugh as that was, Andy became obsessed with finding out who this person was and more importantly, if they were going to bust her.

So everyday after class, she sat herself outside at the little cafe and watched. Some days she’d bring a book, others watercolors and paper. Obviously she couldn’t just sit and stare. Today it was charcoal and her sketch book, paired with tea and lemon tarts. She had been so engrossed in sketching out the shape of the buildings that she hardly noticed the shadow that crept closer to the table, slowly engulfing it.

“Excuse me, but you are really ruining my light here.” 

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It was safe to say that Jacen was enjoying the newfound freedom of being out of Hogwarts, away from home and essentially being on her own. Ish. She had a room on campus, but still, there were no curfews to break or permissions needed to go wherever she pleased and there were absolutely no words to describe that feeling. She didn't need to worry about having Oliver or Margot breathing down her neck and criticising her actions and choices anymore - not that she ever let that stop her.

However, she was also getting used to managing that freedom. She was now responsible for feeding herself and doing her own laundry and picking up her own mess. Also finding a part-time job to handle whatever frivolous expendentures she may need, as Oliver's contributions went to necessities.

Jay wasn't as overwhelmed as she assumed she'd be about the prospect of caring for herself, and while Damien also had his own time to manage and devote to obligation, she found herself needing to do something in her spare time. She no longer had to sneak through the castle or memorise the algorithms of the school's passwords, which surprisingly took up quite a bit of her time, come to think of it.

This is why she found herself perusing through the muggle shops in her area, keen on learning what other people did in their spare time. It was laughable how far behind one fell in trends when one had to spend nine months secluded with other students away from the rest of the population. Her and Rian's friends always teased them about how much they missed out on for going to a fancy public school with uniforms for the better part of their school life.

She luckily didn't have that problem anymore. A few of those friends showed her places they liked to hang out and was surprised to find that they were into what they called 'occult,' but what Jay found to be cringy in how mundane and inaccurate their interests were. Their 'magic' tended to be ineffective attempts at voodoo, crystals, runes, and astronomy. Some of which were funny, but there was a street in particular that wasn't half bad. It was here that she ended up spending countless hours in, wondering about aimlessly in her favourite little holes in the wall.

She had a book in hand about numerology that she was idly paging through as she walked down the street, but when she heard the question, she jerked her head up and immediately walked into the chair in front of Andy as she turned to see who was speaking. She dropped like a rock, still adjusting to her lankiness and floundering like a newborn giraffe. "Merlin's bloody fucking kneazle piss," she swore between her teeth as she kicked away the chair and shot an accusatory glare at Andromeda.

"Rude."