human disaster.

winona dolohov. sixteen. slytherin.

[twistedcarrow-blog]

An eerie sense of calm over took Amycus as he studied the person in front of him. Every nerve in his body was screaming at him to lash out, to fight his way out of the hold that had him pinned to the wall. Green eyes narrowed as he exhaled a deep breath, his eyes moving to the others hand. It was for his own good though, he knew that. it was the only thing that kept him from lashing out. “I’m fine. Let me go.” 

[windolohov-blog]

Picture this: Winona Dolohov, a scrawny looking wiry thing of a girl holding back Amycus Carrow, someone who was not to be messed with. In order to try and calm the storm, she had done the first thing that had come to mind: pinning him against the wall. It was no easy feat, but she held her grip on him tighter. “Are you sure? If I let go, are you going to walk away and calm down, Amycus?”

[alicenthightower]

You’re the Worst S01E05

Sunday Funday is not juvenile.

[rodlestrangee-blog]

( @windolohov )

[rodlestrangee-blog]

( @windolohov ) 

 "Winonnnnnna. My favorite human disaster. Cancel your plans. We’re patyin’.“ 

"No one else is invited. Okay maybe Narcissa. But not your brother- if you want you can even tell him that we’re going out and not invite him and then we’ll laugh about it later”

[windolohov-blog]

Winona looked up briefly, a smile on her face despite his inebriated state. “Oh Roddy, my favourite mess of a person. What’s the occasion?” Like they needed a reason. Purebloods did what they wanted, when they wanted. Drinking was no exception. 

“Why on earth would I invite Antonin? I mean, he’s my brother and everything, but come on, I want to have fun here, and I just know I’d end up crying like a mess on the floor.” 

[windolohov-blog]

antoniindolohov:

“Just because I occasionally have a drink doesn’t mean I’ll become an alcoholic.” 

“Right, sure. Whatever you say, Antonin, I’m sure someone will believe you.”

[windolohov-blog]

me: is here my laptop: noT COOPERATING 

[doloxovs-deactivated20210609]

“You call it day drinking, I call it breakfast for champions.” 

[windolohov-blog]

“I wouldn’t be surprised if you became an alcoholic before you even left school.”

[damnitjackie]

remus sat CONTENT under his favorite reading trees. it was a RARE day that remus actually felt calm. as he sat there, he held a copy of GO ASK ALICE and worked on smoking a cigarette. it was actually his FOURTH smoke of the morning– the fact that his pack was getting close to empty made him think about quitting. but that wasn’t something he cared about doing. why would he QUIT ? so he wouldn’t eventually die from the tobacco ? remus wasn’t afraid of death– he was afraid of everything else.  

sighing, the wolf rested his head on the tree– closing his eyes for a moment as he soaked in the sun. he only opened them when he felt someone get closer to HIS tree. peeking an eye open and closing his book, remus looked to see who joined him. with a soft smile, the wolf spoke, “ is there a reason you’re interrupting my ZEN ? ”

[windolohov-blog]

she was stewing. every bad thought in her was churning in her stomach, in her mind. winona was out of cigarettes, and quite frankly, out of patience. her morning had started out fine enough, in the dungeons, pestering Rodolphus and admittedly, her own brother, before she realised that aside from caradoc, she didn’t have any friends. and currently, winona was not on speaking terms with him. 

so, winona stomped around the grounds in a huff, spotting a trail of cigarette smoke under a certain tree. someone underneath - her poor eyesight couldn’t make out who, not until she was closer. his voice startled her, and winona flinched in surprise, as she fidgeted with her fingers. “- - - I was just going to ask you for a spare cigarette, I didn’t mean to... interrupt your zen, or whatever.”

[windolohov-blog]

caradochld:

Doc’s mouth hung open when she dared even say that to him. Waste. “Dude- Winona, what the actual fuck?” He was at loss for words. Why would she even say that? Why did she feel the need to say that? “Right. Just like your father’s purist ideals are just fucking words. Yeah? Just a handful of fucking words that apparently mean something to you since you can’t publicly be friends with your best friend. Your son of a squib best friend.” He had spiraled. Doc shouldn’t have connected the two at all. He knew the situation, he had put up with the situation for years, and he knew better than that. Plain and simple.

Winona had never wanted to hurt Caradoc until now. She wanted to shove him into the black lake and walk away, because this was just too painful, and of course, she couldn’t vent to anyone about it because, really, who could she tell? Certainly not Antonin. Certainly not Rodolphus. “Fuck. You.” It hurt because he threw her father in her face, but she supposed she had done the same with the word Squib, it was unintentional, Winona glared at Caradoc. “If you think that I’m like my father, that I agree with him, then fuck you, Caradoc Dearborn. His words don’t mean anything to me, don’t you see it’s to protect you? Everything I do is to protect you. You’re just too fucking blind to see it.”Great, now she was yelling.

[windolohov-blog]

caradochld:

He noticed her visible discomfort and knew he should just let it go. Doc, too, was in the wrong for his constant dramatics. He just didn’t see it yet. Had he not already corrected her fifteen-million times since they had been friends? “Did I insinuate that you are some awful person for using it? No.” Doc huffed, finally putting his sandwich down. “But you are in the wrong, Win. This isn’t the first time- or even tenth time we’ve had this discussion. I’m beginning to think you just use it to stir me up.”

Her father had often spoke of his displeasure towards Squibs, because quite frankly, they were a waste of resources. She could recite his whole speech about how they didn’t deserve special treatment, and it made Winona angry, but it wasn’t like she could speak up to him. She was nothing more than a pawn, Winona knew it; and yet she still craved his attention. “No, but I have a feeling you’re about to get there, Caradoc.” She was tired; this was tiring and she wanted it to stop. But Winona couldn’t. “You think I’d intentionally do that? Your mother being a squib doesn’t bother me,” that wasn’t the point at all, “my father thinks they’re a waste. Have I ever told you your mother is a waste? No.” Winona looked at half of her sandwich, and in a fit of anger, threw it towards the black lake. “The word shouldn’t bother you. It’s just a fucking word.” 

[alcvrtez-deactivated20180303]

“Ah, I wish.” Zabini was sitting on the stairs of entrance of the castle, staring at the big dark lake before continuing his distracted speech “I wish I could leave this place and just be free from all responsibilities.”

[windolohov-blog]

“If anything,” Winona grumbled, coming into view from behind him, and situating herself across from him, she leaned against a pillar. “Once we leave this place, we’ll just be piled on with more responsibilities. You know; jobs, careers... Adult things. Proper adult things.”

[windolohov-blog]

caradochld:

Doc found himself getting angrier as he spoke. He tried to hold on to composure by thinking proactively. He wasn’t going to get made about this, he wasn’t going to snap, he wasn’t going to lose on of the couple of friends that he had left over this. Squib was just a word. A word that she had grown up using in her pureblood household. A household that hated squibs and made her hide their friendship because she couldn’t be friends with the son of the Fawley squib. She was ashamed of being friends with him. That’s why they had to meet here in secret. She was ashamed of him and his lineage and-  he was spiraling. Set off by a word.

“There’s muggleborn, and then there’s mud blood. There’s half-blood, and then there are halfzies. There’s non magical person-”, he paused. He voice was still low, he wasn’t shouting by any means. But his frustration rang through. “-and there’s squib. It’s offensive. Would you call my mother a squib to her face? No? Then don’t use it.”

Winona fidgeted as he kept speaking; this was making her incredibly uncomfortable, but she didn’t know how to stop it. “Stop it.” Winona hissed, wrapping her arms around her legs, trying to make herself smaller. It’s what she used to do as a child when her parents fought; hardly ever, but there were times and Winona didn’t know how to deal with it. “If you’re going to call me a terrible person for using the word squib, then hurry up and get to it. I’m not apologising, because I’m not in the wrong.” 

She was, but she didn’t want to admit it. The younger Dolohov was a stubborn little thing. 

[prknsxn-deactivated20191116]

“Man, if muggles did anything good, it’s inventing this thing! Otherwise they suck.” 

[windolohov-blog]

“You look like a tool.” 

[windolohov-blog]

caradochld:

“mhmm. Sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night Winona”, he nodded as he bit into his cracker. Monday, Wednesday, Friday lunches by the Black Lake with Winona was easily one of the highlights of his week. He got to hang out with his best friend, just the two of them. And, yeah sure they were secret best friends. But Caradoc had never admitted to minding that bit too much, he was fine with everyone not knowing his business. Plus, Winona’s family situation was different than his own- the last thing Doc wanted was to have to constantly be looking over his shoulder for a brooding Antonin Dolohov. 

He pulled the half of the cracker away from his mouth, quickly losing his appetite. “How many times have I told you that I don’t like that word?” he asked quietly, looking away from her.

He sat quietly for a few moments after his question, stewing on it. Still looking away from her, “You know attacks on squibs and their families that remain active in the wizarding world have risen by half in the last four years? But you don’t have to, you know, worry about these sorts of things.” 

Winona snorted and playfully shoved him in his side, her eyes lighting up. She truly treasured her time with Doc, he was her best friend and always would be, but she hated having to sneak around just to see him. Monday, Wednesday and Friday were her favourite times of the day, because she got to see Doc. And it was a great distraction to forget about her own shitty little life. Pausing her sandwich as his tone went quiet, she slowly started going cold. Fuck. 

Looking down, she hung her head as he continued talking. He was right. Winona didn’t have to worry about it, and for the most part, she didn’t. Win knew she should have, because Caradoc was her best friend and his mother was a squi- unmagical magic person, so really, it was just common courtesy. “You’re right,” Winona said thickly, clearing her throat. “I don’t have to worry about it.” No doubt her father had something to do with the declining rates in Squibs; if there was one thing he hated, it was them. “And it’s just a word, Caradoc. Just like muggleborn is one, and half-blood. It doesn’t mean anything bad.” Or maybe she was just naive.

[rodlestrangee-blog]

( @windolohov )

After waking up in the common room between that period between being both hungover and still buzzed, Rod changed clothes, combed his hair, and headed to Sunday brunch in the great hall. He was late, although there were no written rules to him and Winona’s Sunday morning dining, he was still late. It had started in his third year, after that his Saturday night drinking got progressively worse, and the need for a full stomach became increasingly more needed. 

He finally reached the great hall, cooly sitting in front of her as if he had not just rushed to be there. “Winona Dolohov. My favorite human disaster. As I live and breathe.” He said, reaching for a mug and the coffee pot. 

[windolohov-blog]

Winona needed alcohol and she needed it now. Granted, it was a Sunday morning and classes were tomorrow, but growing up in the Dolohov family had stunted her ability to normally work out her problems; the fight with Caradoc had left her with too many feelings and she didn’t know how to deal with them all. She was too busy frowning into her toast that she barely noticed Rodolphus running late, until he suddenly appeared and she looked up at his voice, a faraway look in her eye. Soon enough, Win focused and rolled her eyes. 

“If it isn’t Rodolphus Lestrange; the only person I know who can drink copious amounts and still look like a God the next day,” her tone; borderline monotonous, but Win sighed and stifled a small giggle. “You’re late.”

[nathanhxlm]

“Become a professor they said, it’ll be fun they said…” 

[windolohov-blog]

“Did you really expect it to be all rainbows, glitter and happiness? I mean, you were a kid once upon a time, surely you knew it wasn’t going to be as fun.”

[osjordan-deactivated20180116]

“ sources say there’re a few over-excited nifflers running around the courtyard at the moment. you don’t happen to know who brought them about, do you? ” 

[windolohov-blog]

“i don’t know and i don’t really care, but if i find one i’m keeping it. they’re cute. i’m cute. cute things should be together, always.”

[windolohov-blog]

caradochld:

“I’m sure both your parents love you. There’s nothing much to not like. ‘cept your bad jokes. I might be the only one who appreciates those”, Doc shrugged, placing his cookie up to his mouth. He sat cross-legged by the black lake, soaking up the last bit of after-dinner sun. Whenever Winona talked about her father, Doc wondered where his own was. But then he remembered that his dad was an ass for abandoning his mother in the first place. Reminding himself to not care about that. He swallowed his cookie and then opened his mouth to reply, but listened as she finished her statement. Doc thought his life was just as tiring as anyone’s, avoiding an ex-girlfriend? Remembering which medicine to take at the right time? Pining after your unrequited crush since third year? Keeping up with the latest dark magic conspiracies? All very tiring, she would know all of that. A small, confused smile appeared on his face, “no I don’t know what-? What are you talking about?”

Winona snorted as she leaned against a tree trunk, watching small waves lap across the lake. “My jokes aren’t bad, just not many people understand them, is all.” Okay, he was right. Her jokes were terrible, but it seemed fitting for a terrible person, and once again Winona forgot about Caradoc’s problems; like not having a father, as she brought up her own in a fit of teenage angst. She didn’t know how to apologise for being inconsiderate, so Winona just shrugged it off and took a bite out of her sandwich, taking the time to savour the tastes. At his question, Winona looked up at him with surprise, pursing her lips. “Well, you know, the whole ‘your-mum-is-a-squib’ thing. Like, you don’t have to... you know. Worry about these sorts of things.” She shrugged. “Want a bite of my sandwich?”