❝ never grow a wishbone, daughter, where your backbone ought to be. ❞ i have a wishbone heart. and by that, i mean i have no idea what a wishbone is. only that it makes me think of ache and longing and breathlessness. a restless fumbling in the dark. the quiet sunrise on the last day of winter. hummingbirds. { NATALIA JULIETTE DELACOUR-BARDON. SIXTH YEAR HUFFLEPUFF. ART CLUB, CARE OF MAGICAL CREATURES CLUB, DIVINATION CLUB, AND FROG CHOIR MEMBER. RELUCTANTLY M.A. }
“Oh, totally Mercy! She’s super pretty and very smart, especially when it comes to business, which I know nothing about, but everyone says she’s like really good at it. If Hogwarts had a yearbook -- you know, like they do in those high school movies -- I would definitely vote for her for ‘Most Likely to Succeed.’ She looks like she’d be a really good kisser, and she doesn’t act like she’s Satan’s ugly stepsister either, so that’s a total plus. Besides, I already had hate sex with Genie, and they’re really the same, so it’s like...been there, done that, you know?”
when: monday, february 19th, 2024, lunchtime
where: owlery, west tower
who: open
The straw covering the floor of the owlery muffled her footsteps as she made her way across the circular room, searching for the familiar tawny owl that she and Natalia had been gifted before they went to Hogwarts. ‘For whenever you need to talk,’ her mother had said at the time, but that seemed like a lifetime ago. It had only been a week or two since their letters had started going unanswered, but in this climate, Annette couldn’t help the worry that settled like lead in the pit of her stomach everytime Aphrodite failed to show up at breakfast with the morning post.
“Hi there, sweetie,” Annette cooed as Aphrodite swooped down to greet her, landing on the windowsill beside her. Her hand reached out to give the owl a few strokes, but Annette could not help her deepening frown as she confirmed what she’d already come to expect; there was once again no reply to her and her sister’s letter. “Nothing from Mama and Papa, again? Did you nip at them like I asked? —Are they all right?” Aphrodite, of course, was an owl and could not give her the reassurance she so desperately needed, instead inclining her head towards Annette’s outstretched hand in an attempt to receive more attention. “T—that’s okay, we’ll just—-we’ll try again tomorrow.” She drew in a shaky breath, blinking back tears as her mind spun in all the worst directions; but if something were wrong, truly wrong, someone would tell them, right? Auntie Fleur, or Grandma Molly, or—-
—a sound behind her caused her to whirl around with a gasp. Wiping quickly at her eyes, she tried to shake herself out of her own thoughts, “I—sorry, I didn’t hear anyone come in.”
“It’s alright, it’s just me.” Annette had texted her and told her that she’d be stopping by the owlery to search for Aphrodite, but Natalia was too restless to sit in her common room and wait for her to text back. But at the sight of her sister’s face, she knew immediately that their letters had gone unanswered -- again. Her heart sinking, she struggled to fight back the tears in her eyes, not wanting to lose her composure and worry her sister further.
“Maybe...maybe they’re just really, really busy...” she suggested feebly. “We're probably being over-dramatic. I mean, they could just be...taking a mini vacay. You know how much they love the Alps this time of year. Feb -- February’s really the best time to go...” But as much as she wanted so desperately to believe her own words, there was no conviction in her voice. They both knew that couldn’t be the case. Their parents had never failed to answer their letters promptly before, always making it clear that they were just an owl, text, or phone call away, and it had been nearly TWO WEEKS now. She checked the text messages she’d sent them every single day, simply looking for a read receipt -- that would be enough, just knowing that they were safe. But there was still nothing.
Unable to hold back her tears any longer, he buried her face in her hands, letting herself sob for several moments before her cries finally faded into whimpers. “I -- I’m scared, Annie. God, what if -- what if something’s actually happened to them? What if they’re not...” she trailed off, not letting herself finish the thought.
With Firewhiskey on her breath and a bag swinging on her arm, Eliza made her way back to the dormitory, searching for Nat. Spotting her near her bed, she grinned, eyes glassy from the shots she had taken a few hours previously. “Nattie-Nat,” she called, her voice a sing-song as she slid down next to her. She pulled out a few sweets from her bag, the gift for her fellow Puff still nestled among the candies. She handed Natalia some of her haul, smile pulling at her lips, “Got our favorite. Gotta love post-V Day sales.” She nearly flinched after mentioning the holiday the previous day. Whatever was happening - whatever they were - was undefined and she really didn’t want to fuck it up by acting like her girlfriend when that wasn’t welcome. Pushing that thought aside, she kept the grin that pulled at her lips. “How’s your day been?”
Uncharacteristically for Natalia on a Hogsmeade weekend, she had spent almost the entire day in bed, not wanting to leave her dormitory to face Gemma Gamp. Even after all these years, she and her posse always seemed to know just the right buttons to push, the catty remarks to make her feel insignificant and small. She wished she had spent Valentine’s Day with her sister or Eliza instead of being foolish enough to fall for one of Gemma’s pranks. She had waited nearly an HOUR by the lake, assuming that her secret admirer had to be running late due to the prefects and professors roaming the halls, only to find out that the love letter she’d received had just been a cruel prank. Looking back, Natalia could only think about how silly she had been, thinking someone was actually in love with her. She should’ve known -- god, why was she always so STUPID?
But at the sudden sound of Eliza’s voice, she peered up, managing a thin smile. Just the sight of her best friend cheered her up a little. “Thank you,” she murmured, opening up a sugar quill but not putting it into her mouth just yet. “I bet you’ve been having a lot more fun than I have.” She stared at Eliza for a few moments, hesitating slightly before finally spitting out the question she’d been wondering all morning. “Can I ask you something? Do you -- do you think I’m just...unlovable? I just -- I keep thinking that there must be something wrong with me.” she whispered, her blue eyes prickling with tears before she finally broke her gaze, feeling as vulnerable as she had the previous night. “I -- sorry to ruin your high -- I shouldn’t have said -- it’s stupid.”
Hi, everyone! Our next interactions-based task is centered around Valentine’s Day, as it’s finally here in-game! I’ve compiled this ask meme for you all to reblog to your heart’s content! We hope you enjoy this reprieve from the bloodshed and have some light-hearted fun in this timestamp! (But heartbreaking angst is 100% welcome as well.)
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where: diagon alley
when: january 5th, 2024
who: @wishbonehearts
The mayhem was everything they’d wanted and more, Gemma’s mask hiding her smirk as chaos reigned around her. Spotting a familiar head of blonde hair, Gemma made her move, wishing Genie could be here for this. “Stupefy,” Natalia Delacour-Bardon dropped like a marionette whose strings had been cut, and Gemma quickly pulled her into an alcove, hands bound behind her back as she murmured, “ Rennervate.” She pulled back, hand flying forward to smack the other girl int he face as she woke, “Wakey wakey, half breed. It’s time to play a game—-are you excited?”
Natalia’s blue eyes shot open at the incantation, and she had no chance to take in her new surroundings before a hand STRUCK her delicate face, leaving a tomato red imprint on her cheek. “Oh my god, no, NO --” she shrieked as her frenzied eyes darted around for her twin sister and her parents who had been by her side only moments ago but were now nowhere to be found. “Someone -- someone -- please help me!” she cried out, flailing around, trying to break free of the ropes. But of course, it was pointless -- magical bindings wouldn’t yield without a wand. Her heart thumping wildly, she tried her best to blink back the tears in her eyes, to be strong and proud like her family members would want her to be. But she couldn’t stop them from falling anyways, already cracking -- she wasn’t like them, she wasn’t a hero. Just a TEENAGE GIRL who was too soft to be a war. Sniveling, she turned to her captor and spluttered out, “I don’t -- whatever you want from me -- I don’t know anything, really, I’m -- I’m not important. I’m nobody. Please just let me go.” She stressed that last sentence, speaking in a voice that was almost song-like, trying to mimic the chants she’d heard her ancestors use to bewitch others into a transfixed state, sometimes compelling them to do foolish things in order to impress them. The Veela blood in her was so diluted that she doubted it would work -- she’d never tried before -- but it was worth a shot. Maybe, at the very least, if it didn’t work, this Death Eater would still see her tears and take pity on her -- maybe, just maybe, she could turn her weakness into a strength. “I would be so grateful if you just please let me go.”
Hi, everyone! It’s Admin Sarah. As I mentioned in the chat, I decided to put together an ask meme designed purely for this roleplay! You’re not required to participate at all, but I thought it would be a fun, relaxed way for us to explore all of our characters. Please feel free to reblog this (and any other ask memes) if you’d like to join in! We don’t have designated meme-specific days – you can reblog ask memes whenever you’d like, and completed memes do count as activity. I’m just tagging this with #iidytask so it gets seen, but of course, there is no time table on completing these memes. Do whichever ask memes you’d like on your own schedule! If this ask meme goes over well, I’d definitely be willing to make more! (And if members have any suggestions or would like to make one of their own, please let me know!)
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❝ girls are cruelest to themselves. ❞ natalia delacour-bardon, kristine froseth, sixteen, sixth year, hufflepuff, a cis-woman, one-eighth veela, she/her
character parallels: hanna marin, caroline forbes, buffy summers, summer roberts, cher horowitz, elle woods, brooke davis, bubbles, heather mcnamara, sansa stark
head’s up: i wrote most of this on discord when i was dead tired and it’s really messy because of it. it’s not amazing but i’m ready to get her on the dash so it’ll have to do!
unlike my other female characters, natalia is so unabashedly a teenage girl and i love her for it
she's the daughter of gabrielle delacour and henri bardon, and she has a twin sister named annette who's in gryffindor. tbh natalia had a relatively easy and happy childhood. her parents cherished their children so much, showering them with love and affection. because she’s related to the delacour branch of the wotter family, she also grew up alongside them, eventually choosing to attend hogwarts in order to be closer to them. honestly, natalia could not have asked for a better family, and she loves them more than anything.
[ SEXUALIZATION OF A MINOR TW ] although she's only one-eighth veela, it was still enough to make a difference. natalia grew up being called beautiful --- by her friends, by strangers, by her family. but unfortunately, that beauty would have its consequences. even though her parents tried their best to shelter her, she was sexualized from a young age, especially by older men. and of course, there were always assumptions. assumptions purely based on her appearance and her interests, that she's shallow and vain and stupid and easy. she's been called everything at some point simply because she cares so much about fashion and makeup and popularity and romance. [ END TW ]
it's reached the point where natalia feels as though she has nothing else to offer the world but her appearance, that it's all she's good for. outside of her family, she's not often praised for much else. she's always been abysmal at schoolwork, and she has little direction in life, constantly changing her interests and passions like a chameleon. she doesn't really have a strong sense of self? and she has no idea what she wants to do once she graduates school. because so many other people assume that she's superficial, she plays into it at this point, believing herself to truly be shallow. she can talk your ear off about anything, but a lot of the things she says are kind of vapid or frivolous. but every now and then she shocks people with a really perceptive comment because she's actually far from stupid, and due to her emotional nature, she's very good at reading people.
she's never quite felt like she was enough? especially compared to her sister annie. this was born out of nothing other than her own insecurities, and it's really not true, but to natalia, annie was always the one who everything seemed to fall in love with, who everyone wanted to be friends with. nat does have her fair share of friends, but usually people seem to gravitate towards annie more. and she loves her sister more than anything, she'd do anything for her, but sometimes she feels out-shadowed by her. this was only cemented when they were sorted in different houses. annette was brave enough to be sorted into gryffindor, but as much as she wanted to be with her, she was sorted into hufflepuff instead. the house of the left overs. the spares. the rest. don't get her wrong, she loves her housemates and she supports her house’s values to a fault, but she can't help but feel like it's confirmation that she's not enough.
[ EATING DISORDER AND UNDERAGE SEX TW ] because she's willowy and pretty, when she was little, she was approached by agents who begged her parents to let her model for them. and she was also a ballet dancer for a while. she relished in the praise of both, but after a while, she began to crack under the pressure. although these activities was not the true underlying cause of her anorexia, it was the catalyst of it, what spurred them on. ( the true cause of her eating disorder was her need for control, her compulsions, her longing to be perfect. eventually this caused her ed to manifest itself. )
of course, her family was attentive enough to eventually notice, and she was hospitalized. at this point, she's in recovery and has made a lot of progress although she had to quit both modeling and ballet because the environment was not conducive to her recovery. she truly misses it sometimes, as they were one of the few things she's excelled at, but if she's being honest, she loves fashion and would probably prefer designing clothes as to modeling them.
because she's so insecure, she's really self destructive ( as shown by her disordered thinking ). even though she’s in recovery, she still has self destructive thoughts and behaviors --- they’ve simply taken different forms. she gets her heart broken a lot. she has a habit of the awful habit of falling head over heels for boys who don't treat her well or love her back, and she's not really introspective enough to realize why, but part of it has to do with the fact that she doesn't love herself or thinks she's worthy of love, so she's subconsciously choosing boys that will ultimately break her heart, that she knows are just using her for sex. she sleeps around a lot, and because she's desperate for validation, the sex feels good in the moment, so good, but afterwards she's left feeling so empty. [ END TW ]
but much like her twin sister, she loves romance novels and romcoms and dreams of being loved back someday. the problem is, she needs to gain some perspective and learn to love herself first and treat herself right before that can ever happen.
the thing about natalia is that she's really gregarious and loves being around people. she hates being alone tbh, which is probably partly due to the fact that she grew up with a twin and around the wotters? she's very bubbly and loves to party -- of course even since the war has started, she's been doing a lot of that and a lot more crying rip. but i think she's the type of person to be popular and maybe part of a typical clique of gossipy mean girls even though she's more of a follower than a leader, you know? not really a regina and more of a karen. she's not naturally mean but she cares about popularity and being accepted and could easily get swept up in that. and sometimes she can be rather dramatic and lash out at people, she's a teenage girl.
she's reluctantly joined mcgonagall's army, mostly because her sister and the majority of her extended family is fighting for that side. she absolutely aligns with their beliefs, but the problem is she's not really a fighter and isn't meant for war? she doesn't like the thought of hurting anyone and she doesn't want to die, she's terrified tbh.
she’s known for being happy-go-lucky and optimistic. however, her outward appearance doesn’t always reflect her internal emotions. truthfully, natalia doesn’t really like to talk about her issues, mostly because she feels as though they’re so inconsequential to everyone else’s? she doesn’t want to trouble anyone with her silly teenage problems, so she’ll put on a happy face for everyone else’s sake, try to be a bright light in the darkness that has become their world.
she loves animals!!! she has so many pets -- cats and dogs and horses. care of magical creatures is one of her best classes. because of her love for animals, she was a vegan for years until she started her eating disorder recovery. recently went back to being a vegan but her family and her healers are keeping a close eye on her to make sure she doesn't rebound. she also regularly sees a therapist.
she's part of art club and loves photography and painting -- she's actually really good at it even though she doesn't see herself as good and never really shows her work to anyone.
she's also part of frog choir and can carry a tune. she has a pretty voice and often does karaoke with the delacours, thriving off of the attention she gets when everyone’s watching her solos.
her other favorite class is divination, and even though she might not be a seer, she's pretty good at it because she truly believes in it and also has a flair for drama. like her sister annette, she really loves astrology.
she’s really fascinated by old hollywood too -- marilyn monroe, aubrey hepburn, elizabeth taylor, vivien leigh, etc.
only taking three newt classes: divination, comc, and charms. not really sure at all what she's going to do with those newts once she graduates but the rest of her owl scores were abysmal.
basically, she has a lot of interests and things she's good at, but she's just sort of lost and doesn't really know who she is yet nor does she have much self confidence. she ends up becoming a fashion designer later in life, but she hasn’t really allowed herself to properly pursue that dream just yet.
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