Be Brave

Gillian / Gryffindor / 5th year

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nathanielgreengrass:

“Library? Empty classroom? Hm, your common room could work. Don’t worry,” he said before he got a look from her. “I won’t be going in. Just to get a teacher off my tail. Remember, you owe me one.” Nathaniel, as any of the Sacred 28, took cashing in favours fairly seriously. Or, at least, didn’t ignore them like most people did.

“Something tells me you already know where my common room is.” Gillian muttered quietly, still trying to keep up with his quick pace “I didn’t think you’d take it so seriously, but this is what I get.” She looked away from him, instead looking ahead to where they were walking.

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“Dunno, maybe some teacher. Just in case,” he spoke out of the side of his mouth and made sure not to glance over his shoulder again. “If I’m walking with someone like you they probably won’t suspect me enough to stop us though, but just in case, we need an excuse.”

“And where exactly are we even going?” Nathaniel just kind of seemed to be walking, not exactly headed anywhere. “This would be a lot easier for me if you weren’t just dragging me along basically.” She tried not to sound harsh, not that she possibly could have anyways with the way she was.

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p-pcttigrew:

Gillian, 

My holidays have been interesting to say the least. My mum has been quite the opposite, after three days of decorations and Christmas carols she’s tired of all the spirit. If a neighbor started bringing decorations or lights over to our yard I’m sure she’d flip. I shoveled the driveway the muggle way yesterday and I’m completely sore, I don’t know how people do it all the time. I’ve been getting presents slowly and yours should come around Christmas time. If it comes too late, then blame the post! It’s a shame the cookies wouldn’t do well in the post, they would’ve been appreciated, especially by my father. 

With love,

Peter,

That doesn’t sound all too surprising for your mum. Last time I met her she seemed like a very tense woman. I didn’t know it was too possible for anyone to be tired of Christmas so quickly but I suppose it is everywhere. I can’t believe you shoveled the normal way- couldn’t someone have just used magic? Or did someone insist you do it that way? I’m’ lucky there isn’t the need for shoveling here, I guess that’s a perk of living in an apartment. People don’t get sore because they do it all the time, or they have more muscles than the two of us combined which, to be fair, probably isn’t that much (I know I don’t contribute much). I’ll save you some cookies for when school starts again, they will survive much better on the train than by owl- I suppose I’ll need to bring some for the other marauders  too. Anyways, give your parents my love, if you don’t get this before Christmas have a happy one.

All my love,

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p-pcttigrew:

“Yes, that’s true as well. It can be quite dangerous in many ways, but yet at times it can be interesting to combine the two. It’s a hit or miss.” Peter took another sip from his own drink, tapping his fingers on the glass. He chuckled, “Aw, c’mon. I’m not that bad, well. Maybe I’m that bad.” His lips were pulled into the same wide, never fading grin that he had around the Marauders. He took shifted his body so he faced her better, “You would think, huh? Most of these teachers are weird about what they teach, I don’t understand it.” He nodded with a smile, “At least that’s relieving.”

“Hey, Peter, you’re just fine.” She reached over to put a hand on top of his “You can’t be perfect at everything, and you’re great at other things to make up for it.” Gillian said in encouragement, not wanting him to feel down, even a little bit. “At least while we learned about fire crabs some of the slytherin’s robes caught on fire because they weren’t smart enough to keep distance.” She laughed a little at the memory “What I’d give to see that again.”

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nathanielgreengrass:

“Okay.” He bobbed his head and kept walking. “Alright, just trying to get our story straight.” He turned and looked over his shoulder, then looked back at her when he didn’t see anyone. “And we were in the library studying, right?”

“I, yeah.” Gillian was stilly pretty lost as to what was happening, she didn’t know what he could have done to warrant this happening but he just kept pulling her along. “Who is even following you?” Gillian asked quietly, glancing back.

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seeringsybil:

Gillian, ( @wittsgil )

Sometimes you like your head up in the clouds, the sight has said. Today is the day you need to be grounded and deal with something that you would normally try to avoid. The strength is within you and your emotions are more aggressive than normal. If you don’t find a way to turn this energy against the shadows of the moon, then it will turn on you. Merlin Speed.

Dear Sybill,

Thank you for your letter, I certainly wasn’t expecting a fortune from you but it was nice to see you’re thinking of me. I’ve never been one for divination of any sorts but I’ll try and take your words to heart, I’m not too sure what they mean but I feel like that’s usually how it goes, this is why I don’t take the class. I hope you have a nice holiday at Hogwarts, I’ll see you soon enough!

[l-mclfoy]

Send a…

🎁 to receive a present

✉ to get a letter

⛄to run into my muse on the street

🏠 to visit my muse at home

🏘 for my muse to visit yours at your’s home

❄for our muses to get stuck under the mistletoe together

@rvta-skeeter @a-dclohov @p-pcttigrew

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nathanielgreengrass:

After a few steps, he realized that he was still walking much too quickly to be casual, and that Gillian had just followed his lead. He slowed abruptly, keeping their arms linked. “Slow down a bit.” He coughed and nodded, glancing around. “Yep, giving you all my Transfiguration tips. What are you learning about right now?”

Internally Gilly gave a sigh of relief when he slowed down, making it much easier for her to keep up with him. “What am I learning about? Oh, uh, mice to snuffboxes.” She replied quickly, sure that whatever he was running from probably wouldn’t keep following them right now. She didn’t even know what was happening but she knew she had to go along with it.

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Peter! ( @p-pcttigrew )

I hope your holiday has been going well! It’s been cold here in the city, my mum has been decorating like crazy, I’m pretty sure she has put decorations up in everyone’s place here, not sure about how the neighbors feel about it. It’s snowed quite a bit here and it looks like a postcard- at least it does for an hour before it gets dirty and messed up with everyone moving about. She’s also been trying to put the cat outside but he hates the snow so there hasn’t been too much of that going on. I’ve been meaning to make a trip to diagon alley sometime- I still need to get presents, sadly cookies don’t usually fare too well when delivered by post, otherwise I’m sure you’d be getting a big box.  Hope your parents are doing well, give them my best.

Love,

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nicomulciber:

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He had planned the stop at the new jewelry shop near Diagon Alley perfectly, so he thought. The boy gazed over the ring he had purchased with a small smile. The outside of the band titanium steel while the inside reflected a sheet of flattened emerald with a band of black inside it.  A small encryption on the inside of the band to form the words ‘I promise’ once it initially feels the heat of a finer on it. It had costed him a fortune but it was worth it. All he had to do now was hide it. Luckily he had also spotted an enchanted jewelry box while he was inside. The music it played sounded the same as what Millenia played on the piano.

Everything should have been fine. He would walk out the shop unseen by any of his peers, and then he would make his way back to Malfoy Manor. He didn’t think Abraxas went through his things, but maybe he did. His brain twirled the ideas of a place to hide it, and he almost didn’t hear his name as he exited the store.

He heard it the second time and froze. Turning his body towards the familiar voice There stood the taller ginger with the shrub of facial hair on his chin, and his hair much more flowing than Nicoli’s. The madness that brewed in his father’s eyes was one he would never forget. Only this time he wasn’t alone. 

“Father.”  Fuck.

The girl was someone he had seen in his school before, but he isn’t quite sure how his father had gotten her there. Or if she had just happened to step in between the two. What the bloody hell was she doing there? His father’s smug smirk made his the hair against his spine prickle up his neck.

He blocked the other from leaving him and his father alone, as he waited for the old man to state his case. Nicoli placed the enchanted music box with the ring inside it near his shoes.Drawing out his wand. 

Gillian had thought this was going to be a good winter break. It was almost Christmas, after all. The snow gave everything a magical appearance, and she loved the cold anyways so it was no sweat off her back that the temperatures were freezing. Since she had a day off she decided it would be a perfect opportunity to go and get some presents for her friends. Her family’s place wasn’t too far from diagon alley so she had figured it would be no problem to slip there quickly and buy some things while her parents were at work. Maybe get an ice cream too as a special treat.

There had been only one problem with her being there at that time though. With her muggle clothes on she stood out like a sore thumb from all the cloaks and  capes that were everywhere. Normally that wasn’t a problem, but to her luck it was today. You wouldn’t think that her thick brown coat would bring too much attention to her but sadly she was wrong, and she was approached by a tall man. A pureblood, and by the looks of it a supremacist. 

What happened next was a blur. She remembered being threatened. Gillian, not the bravest of the bunch, had tears stinging her eyes, expecting the worst. Was there no one around to see them? No, he had moved them to the side, out of the way when he seemed to get distracted, spotting someone nearby. 

The girl didn’t even remember being moved, next thing she knew she was standing between the tall man and what must have been his son by the looks of it. She recognized him from school, but he was a slytherin, and older than her. She could feel tears roll down her cheeks and she wrapped her arms around herself, shaking, more frightened than she had ever been as she didn’t know what was going to happen to her.

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p-pcttigrew:

Chuckling, Peter shook his head, “That might be a good idea, but I think they’d melt with all the questionable liquids we put in our potions. Maybe I should just work on my balance and coordination.” He matched her smile, before nodding. “It does sound awfully sleep inducing. But I mean, how could a creature with a Ministry of Magic Classification of X not be boring to learn about?”

“That’s true. Sometimes muggle things aren’t the best idea in the wizarding world.” Gilly laughed a little, finishing off her butterbeer. “Maybe you should work on your balance, though knowing you you’ll be an old man before you get that down.” She teased more, smile lighting up her face. Her smile was rarely so full unless she was around him. Leaning back in the booth, she put her leg up under her and turned more towards him, side up against the back of the booth. “I can’t believe that he’d even be teaching us about flobberworms. I mean, he’s lost most of his limbs to creatures, you’d think he’d want to actually show us them.” She sighed a little, looking down “At least I don’t have it again until next week.”

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nathanielgreengrass:

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When it came to favours, Nathaniel was fairly good at choosing times to cash them in. Nathaniel had just come from swimming in the lake (one rule broken), not that you’d know, since he dried himself off afterwards with a spell he was reminded existed (a second rule broken). The problem was, he was pretty sure that a teacher may have seen him exiting the lake, and even though he was dry now, that wasn’t exactly proof that he hadn’t been breaking the rules. On his sprint back to his Common Room, he happened to see a small blonde girl that he probably wouldn’t have noticed, except for that fact that seeing her face reminded him that she owed him. So instead of risking getting stuck outside because of particularly hard riddle and getting detention as a result, he just grabbed her arm and continued walking along with her. “Hey,” he paused, not knowing her name, then moved on smoothly. “Remember how you owe me one? This is the one. We were just studying. I was tutoring you in transfiguration, right?”

Gillian had in fact just been heading back up to her common room from studying, but this guy wasn’t one the expected to encounter. It took a lot to not let out a small yelp when he grabbed her and started practically dragging her along, his stride much larger than hers and he was clearly in a hurry. “Um, I don’t-” She had all but forgotten that she had said she owed him. Whenever someone said that most of the time it was just forgotten or paid back with like, getting food or something. Good lord she didn’t even know his name, how was she supposed to do this? She was never one for lying but she also was never one to say no. “I- Okay, we were studying?” Gilly repeated, glancing up at him as she quickened her pace to match his.

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Gilly’s thankful that he helped her but she’s very wary of him since she knows what he’s gotten up to in the past and who he hangs out with and that he’s a pureblood too.

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nathanielgreengrass:

He picked up her bag, held it at arm’s length in case it had gotten anything spilled on it, and muttered an incantation as he waved his wand. After a moment of inspection, he held it out to her. “Seems okay.”

Setting her books back down, she took the bag back from “Thank you, that was really nice of you.” She gave him a little smile as she started putting her books back in it. “If there’s anything I can do to repay you let me know.”

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»◙« + Bellatrix

Dark, foreboding, night

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⭐️

Gillian is terrified of Bellatrix, like she is most pureblood slytherins, because she’s afraid of what might happen to her if she says or does the wrong thing.

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⭐️ for Peter

Daisy considers Peter one of his best friends, though she thinks he doesn’t feel the same way because of the marauders. He’s one of her favorite people to see in the common room and around the castle.