by the stars

mumu blog for actiobellica

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edith-grace​:

Edith gave Eve a squinting side-eye, feeling Alice’s influence creeping in. “You do study for school though right?” She asked. Probably wasn’t wise to steal Evelyn away from school. Oh well. “It’s definitely going to be hard. We’ve got make sure the chess pieces can put themselves back together without fail every game, that they can move where you tell them, that they can get to size without messing with everything else. It’ll be a challenge.”

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“Yes!” Only minimally, if she was being honest, but it was probably best not to admit that. Being a partner in crime was a lot more fun in concept than execution, wasn’t it? She took in a deep breath, mentally preparing herself for all this sudden work. “Okay. We can- There’s got to be books on making regular wizards’ chess pieces, right? Then we can just make them bigger? Easy peasy?”

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pointlessresistxnce​:

“What kind of cousin would I be if I let you fall behind in classes? Even if it is a class no one gives a shit about” he said, letting out a laugh. “Auntie Ella will take any and all opportunity to berate me, you and I both know that.”

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“A good one.” she groaned, as if that was an awful thing to admit. “Right, yes, you’re right. Of course you are. What about you, then? What are you working on?”

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diamondumbridge​:

“I deny it,” Dolores sniffed, grabbing Oleander as soon as Amycus’ hands were nowhere near the feline any longer, “because I can assure you she does not need any attentions from you. Nor does she need them from anyone else, because she has me.” Her own hands began petting her pet, as she considered the boy in front of her. “Why do I have the feeling,” she pondered, voice as high as always, “that you will have some pointers for me if you aren’t impressed with my answer? I’ve been working on this lovely little curse that uses the blood of whomever interacts with it to write with. I would simply have you write whatever it was that struck my fancy until the words were carved so deeply into your skin, through the flesh and down to the bone, that all it would take was a simple summoning spell for them to be mine.” She grinned then, genuinely excited for once. “Lovely, isn’t it? I hope to try it one day, and if it happens to be on your hands, well all the better for it then.”

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“She’s going to get lonely that way, if she isn’t already.” It wasn’t an accusation, not by any means (in fact, he couldn’t give less of a shit about the loneliness of a cat), but just something he felt like pointing out. “You,” he leaned forward, the corners of his lips upturned, “are a fucking terror inside a tiny blonde head.” His voice contained nothing less than admiration for the younger student. Amycus wasn’t smart - he knew this about himself, so when others found creative ways to do what he could with a punch or a knife or a spell, he couldn’t help but be impressed. “Can’t make people write, though, can you?”

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lunxrchild​:

His eyes on hers and the feeling of his hand tight around her own was enough to ground her, calm her furious emotions. At least for the moment. She could feel eyes beginning to settle on them, no doubt other students on their way to breakfast, but a quick glare from the girl had them skittering about their business. Calista tugged Amycus along, gesturing towards a nearby empty classroom and closing the door behind them, this wasn’t exactly a conversation she wanted to be having out in the halls. The letter was still gripped tight in her hand, and it took a moment for her to meet his eyes once more, as if she were hesitating. “Amycus I-” the words felt terribly heavy in her throat and she swallowed thickly before trying to compose herself, “I’ve been betrothed to someone.”

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The classroom door closed behind them, and Amycus was certain it was something he had done. What did he do? He racked his brain for whatever it was and came up with nothing that would have specifically upset Calista. Then she said what the problem was, and he almost let out a sigh of relief, because that wasn’t too bad at all, was it? A betrothal. That was something they could deal with. Amycus had mixed feelings about betrothals, of course, but knew they were nearly unavoidable in the world they lived in, and if- Someone. Someone. The word finally hit him, she had said someone, she hadn’t said you, and of course she hadn’t, because why would she say you, you fucking moron? His father wasn’t trying to set him up with any betrothals. That wouldn’t make sense. Amycus dropped Calista’s hand, taking a step back to finally ask the question he was almost afraid to ask, because then there’d be an answer, and he didn’t want to fucking deal with an answer. They had to, though, didn’t they? “To who? Who is it?”

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xxmildinconsistencies​:

Reggie blinked at the girl, head shaking slightly at her sudden… excitement? Outburst? Somewhere in between the two, he was pretty sure. “I– no? Movie… is that the moving picture that’s short on the little box or the one that’s on the big box and longer?” He was kind of joking. He’d gotten a little bit of muggle education, both from his muggleborn and halfblood friends and his muggle friends in London. Still, he couldn’t help but tease just a little. “You can show it to me over break, maybe. It’ll be my Christmas present to you. We can invite Doe to come, too, it’ll be a gas.”

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“It’s the- What?” Evelyn’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, the boxes and the shorter and the longer not making any sense to her, even as a joke. She didn’t know how to answer him. “Oh, yes! That would be so great. The best Christmas present will be getting to show you The Wizard of Oz, I know you’re going to love it, and Dorcas too if she hasn’t already seen it! I’m sure she has. I hope she has. Oh, wait, are you going home over break, or staying here?” 

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stxrkvd​:

Mary had been kissed before. She’d kissed a few people she’d probably live to regret, but that didn’t matter in the slightest because kissing Fabian was all she ever wanted to do again. It felt right and so wonderful and she’d most definitely be spending the rest of her evening thinking about the way he kissed her. They moved backwards onto his bed so he was hovering over her and she became far more aware of how he was touching her. Her eyes watched his nervously, her cheeks a soft shade of pink. He said her name and her heart rattled. Was he going to properly ask her out? Was he going to tell her he wanted to date her? There were many wonderful words that could have come out of that gorgeous boy’s mouth.

And instead, he slipped and toppled onto her.

“Oof-” She let out an embarrassing noise, not exactly expecting the sudden weight on top of her. They ended up tangled in a mess of limbs; her face was pressed against his neck and she had to blink a few times and wait for her soul to come back down into her body before registering how close they were. Although he didn’t seem to be thinking about that, evident by him bursting into loud laughter. She soon followed, his laugh contagious. How had they ended up being the most clumsy, ridiculous pairing in the entire country? They certainly were made for each other. Her chest jiggled him up and down as she laughed which made the entire thing far more hilarious; which then made him move more and it was a never ending cycle of giggling and jiggling. She even let out a snort, which was highly more embarrassing than the noise she’d made when he’d fell onto her, but given it made him laugh more it was worth it. “How romantic,” she joked, wiggling away just a little so that she could look up at him again with nervous eyes. She leaned forward and pressed the softest of kisses to his lips, before letting her hair fall back against the pillow. She made no effort to distance herself from him as she spoke, a slight quiver to her voice. “I would love to go on a date with you, Fabian.”

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Merlin, he was embarrassing. Not that he was complaining about it, not at all, but why did Mary actually seem to like him back? She could have quite literally any person at this school, and somehow it seemed she chose him. At least she was laughing, and it was utterly fucking ridiculous how their laughter just fueled one another, like the giggling would literally never end. How had they gone from fighting, to snogging, to laughing so hard Fabian feared they might actually never stop, all so quick after one another? 

The laughing did finally stop, though, with a soft kiss from Mary. Fabian brushed a strand of hair away from her face and just smiled at her for a moment as he looked down at her. Despite how tired she looked, and despite how tired he felt, everything felt like it was going to actually be okay. Even if that changed, even if they left this room in thirty minutes and everything went right back to being fucked up, for now it was gonna be okay. As long as he was with Mary, things would work out. It was impossible for them not to.

"Really?” he grinned, a very genuine grin, pressing a kiss to her forehead, “You really mean it?” He kissed her cheek. “Really really?” Her other cheek. “You wanna go on a date with me?” The very tip of her nose. “We’re going on a real date, Mary Macdonald.” Finally, her lips, a lingering kiss as he just savored the moment, the fingers he used to move the hair away from her face now resting gingerly against her cheek. 

Fabian moved to lay next to her on his bed, adjusting his arm so she could rest her head on her shoulder. “Before we go on our incredible, show-stopping date... Can we maybe just take a nap?” Fabian Prewett never took naps, he was incredibly opposed to them personally, but between the lack of sleep from the party and the emotionally taxing morning... he actually felt like he might need one. 

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bataillexroyale​:

King took a deep breath, letting Fabian get his frustrations out. He needed to keep a calm head, not wanting this to escalate any farther than it had. They had enough going on, enough people to fight without trying to fight each other. “I know you don’t have any reason to believe me, but no we were not going keep it from you. She asked me not to tell you and I told her that I couldn’t do that. I told her that you needed to know and that I would be showing you the letter. But, and yes, I can see it might have been the wrong decision, but I did want to give her one more night to not have to worry about you avoiding her because you think it would protect her.” He moved farther into the room, sitting down on the bed the Fab had risen from. “I knew I had to tell you because you are probably the only person that might stand a chance on getting her to say who did this to her. You think I want her to have to be around this maniac? No. If I’m being honest, honor aside, I want whoever did this to Mary to suffer.”

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Fabian paced the area of flooring between the door and Kingley’s bed, needing to move, needing to do something. He didn’t believe Kingsley. He wanted to, sure, but he didn’t. Maybe he would one day, but that day certainly wasn’t today. Fabian just paced, and listened, and then finally - finally - stopped. “She isn’t going to, King.” his voice broke, barely noticeable, but it was enough to get him to stop and take a deep breath as he tried to stop the tears that were suddenly pooling in his eyes. Was he about to cry again? He was doing a lot of fucking crying lately. Fabian sat on the edge of his own bed, taking another deep breath as he looked at his best friend. “Mary isn’t gonna tell me. Or you, or Mason, or Lily, or Dorcas, or anyone. She’s gonna keep that shit forever because she wants to fuckin’ keep us safe, and it’s gonna kill her, Kingsley. It isn’t fucking fair.” he let go of the letter, letting it fall unceremoniously to the ground between them as he dropped his face into both of his hands. “When did shit get so fucked?”

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daheyryan​:

Dahey tried to find some look of mock-disgust as Andromeda detailed her night. He didn’t get it and surely looked like a fool trying but he wasn’t himself right now. “Did you go to the same party? It sounds like your night was planned by my nan.” Though Dahey did like the part where, in his mind, it meant his time with Andromeda was likely the highlight of her night. 

What he didn’t like was her bringing it back to him. Even though every part of him was screaming to take it, to say all the things on his mind (and there were many), he couldn’t bring himself to. He’d tried to change the subject, they were supposed to talk about her now. “My problems with Skeeter are…numerous. I don’t listen to her but I do read the paper. Everyone does and I can’t be clueless.” And he’d hoped that his very public argument hadn’t made the wrap up for the party. If there were some way to gloat about the fact that it didn’t with, of course, spilling all the details, Dahey would have done that twice now. 

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“I think we went to the same party, unless there was an odd overlap of our two very separate parties.” she bit at the inside of her cheek, part of her wanting to be at least a bit more honest with Dahey and share some of her night, while the other part of her was more or less ready to smack her on the back of the head for being a fool. She listened to that part. Andromeda narrowed her eyes ever so slightly, then, it certainly not sliding past her that Dahey hadn’t answered her question about his troubles and Gilderoy. Well, she was playing a similar game, so she wouldn’t fault him for it. If he was done talking about himself that was his choice, no matter how much she wished he would carry on. 

She nodded, “Yes, you’re right. We all have to read it, don’t we, if not just to prepare ourselves for whatever defenses we might need in the morning?” It was like a rite of passage at this point, being written about in Rita’s articles at least once before leaving Hogwarts. It wasn’t a fun rite of passage, but it was one nonetheless. “It’s almost incredible that one girl has so much awful power over everyone with her papers.”

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pointlessresistxnce​:

“I don’t think it’s the system, it’s the disinterest,” she sighed. Sylvie couldn’t count on her hands how many times she watched people doze off during Care of Magical Creatures. “His secretary has great taste,” she said, eyeing another one of the strawberries. 

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“Hmm.” Andromeda hummed in acknowledgement, suddenly very well aware of her own dropping of the Care of Magical Creatures elective after her fourth year. She just had no interest in it. “Can’t any of the blame be pointed to Kettleburn?” The other girl’s wandering eyes were plenty obvious. “She does. I’ll have to thank her next time I visit. Go on then, have another one.” she nudged the box towards Sylvie.

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edith-grace​:

“Maybe everyone else needs to redefine their definition of what’s lame.” Edith said. She caused trouble herself but it wasn’t necessarily for the fun of it. People didn’t get to shit talk her sister, simple as that. Talk shit get hit. “Well, yes. Anything worth doing takes at least a little bit of studying.”

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“Maybe...” Eve answered, though she definitely didn’t seem too sure of it. Everyone else seemed to be defining what was lame and what wasn’t for quite a while, now, and she was sure they’d gotten pretty good at it. “You almost sound like my sister. Are you sure you’re not just trying to trick me into studying for school?” she bit her lip, “What spellwork do we need? Is it going to be hard?” 

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bataillexroyale​:

Ellerie would figure out something for her sister, she always did. It helped that Eve wasn’t materialistic, so normally anything she got her little sister, the girl was overjoyed with. But, their father? Well, that was a much different story. “Something for work…” El’s voice trailed off as she considered this, before nodding her head in agreement. “Yeah, I think that is a good idea. There is no fun in it, but then again, he doesn’t enjoy fun very much.”

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“He enjoys fun.” Eve didn’t know why she suddenly felt so defensive of their father, it wasn’t like they both didn’t experience the exact same dad. “He’s just busy. Maybe if we get him something fun for work?”

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conteramme​:

Taran shrugged unapologetically. He’d been ten when his mother had gifted the bird to him in preparation for his first year at Beauxbatons and if he’d known then that eight years down the track he’d have to explain her name to people, he’d probably have picked something a little more sensible. Nah, who was he kidding? He wouldn’t have at all. “I think it suits her. I don’t think you’d like to hear what my second name choice was.”

He was dying to ask what kind of animal she’d brought to school with her, if she’d even brought one at all, but if he asked then he’d seem more approachable and that wouldn’t be good for his carefully cultivated image.

A small smile twitched affectionatley at the right corner of his mouth as he looked up to where Oiseau was sitting. She was eyeing the treat in Kiriakis’s hand with her beady little eyes.

“She’ll probably stick around to see what else you’ve got for her. She’s a greedy little lard,” he watched his bird fly down and land on the table with a clack of her sharp talons. 

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“I kind of do.” she looked up at Taran with a curious smile; if Stupid Bird was his first choice she was very interested in what his second choice would have been. 

She held her hand out flat, the treat sitting right in the middle of her palm. “Hi, Oiseau. You’re a very handsome bird!” Eve spoke gently, though just as if she were speaking to another person - animals could tell when people were treating them differently, and besides, they were always far easier to talk to than most humans. If an animal was rude to you it was most likely because you deserved it or they were hurt in some way. Actually, now that she thought about it, most humans were that way too. 

“How long have you had her?” she turned slightly to Taran again as Oiseau slowly approached her outstretched hand. 

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lunxrchild​:

💀 – — starter for amycus @xparecivm​ !

After receiving the letter from her informing her of her betrothal to Tristan, there was one person Calista wanted to talk to, one person she needed to see. She was so set on getting to the common room, thinking she would find him there, the letter still gripped tight in her hand, that she wasn’t paying attention to the world around her. Most other students knew well enough to move out of her way by now, skittering to the sides of the corridors to avoid her warpath. Until she ran almost full-force into someone who obviously didn’t know when they should move. Calista looked up, ready to rip into whoever who had stepped into her path, but stopped short when she saw who it was. “Amycus,” his name fell from her lips in a sigh of relief, before she remembered why she’d been looking for him. Her hand found his, gripping it tight, “we need to talk.”

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“Woah, hey to you too.” Amycus let out a chuckle at the sudden appearance of Calista in front of him, nearly knocking him over with the sheer force of her walk and the glare he’d managed to get a quick glimpse of before she had realized it was just him. Clearly she had somewhere to be. His eyebrows furrowed in sudden concern. She didn’t look right. Had someone hurt her? Had he done something? Those were truly the only two options he could think of. He squeezed her hand back, his eyes scanning her own, not a care in the world for the fools in the hall around them. If they were smart they’d just mind their own business anyway. “Why? What happened?”

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sybilltrelawnxy​:

Sybill stared down at all the little boats and frowned, not sure if she was more bothered by yet another nickname or the question he posed. “Well, since I’ve never played battleship before I didn’t want to play it badly in-front of everyone and make a fool of myself.” In all likelihood no one would have cared, but it was more to do with Sybill trying to battle against her own anxieties and failing. “Plus, I had my concerns about getting drunk around Skeeter.” Her eyes dart back and fourth between the pieces and the board, already trying to strategize as she mutters the next few words, “I have imagined clawing her eyes out while sober, so who knows what I’d do drunk.”

It might’ve been a good excuse to do exactly that sort of thing, to be honest, but Sybill also had worries about outing herself. Which, of course, was not something she could discuss now for the very same reason. Her eyebrows drew together as Fabian reeled off strategy ideas. She had been thinking about spacing them out. Maybe random would work best while she was still getting a feel for the game, just scatter them about wherever. Fabian seemed to think he was wise and would be playing like she’d carefully considered placement. This might confuse him. “Okay, I’m ready.”

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“Nah, okay, that’s fair. Fuck Skeeter.” It was bad enough that her favorite hobby was writing up everyone’s secrets for the entire school to read, but add the prejudiced shit she just loved to spout and it made her easily his least favorite housemate. “Nearly hexed her myself with the shit she was saying that night. Should’ve hexed her myself, actually, thinking about it!” If he recalled correctly, she had called Mary that fucking awful word. Should’ve hexed her indeed. 

Fabian carefully placed his tiny boats alongside the edges of the board, leaving two for the very center right next to each other. His personal favorite strategy. He took a large gulp of firewhiskey - pinky out, of course, as was only right with a teacup - before looking up at Sybill with a grin. “Ready to lose, right, Bill? Ladies first.”

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pointlessresistxnce​:

Gwenog thought about it for a moment, it definitely would not be that easy to do. And the repercussions would fucking suck. “Well… What if we don’t exactly rig it… But… Do something to completely throw everyone off their game. Release some pixies… Take all the quills… Something like that!”

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“Okay... okay!” Fab sat forward, rubbing his hands together like this was some incredibly nefarious plan they were discussing. “Quills is boring, m’sure they can just get some new ones real fast. Pixies though? Now we’re fuckin’ talking. Think we can borrow some from Haggie?”

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pointlessresistxnce​:

“Trousers in a knot today, are they?” he teased, playfully raising his eyebrows at the other. “Well, you’ve got yourself into this mess, then. It’s only my duty to continue to watch from the sidelines and make sure you make it to your next class.”

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In her most ladylike fashion, Andromeda stuck her tongue out at Evan before pulling a textbook from her bag with perhaps the most dramatic sigh humanly possible. “Must that be your duty? Can’t your duty be getting me out of this mess? No one likes arithmancy! It’s clearly a problem with the class, not me.”

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xxmildinconsistencies​:

Allie couldn’t help the little grin, decidedly endeared to her cousin as she watched him make up his mind. It was a relief that she wouldn’t be storming… somewhere all by herself and demanding answers to questions she wasn’t even sure she had yet. It was nice to know that, if nothing else, she could count on her second and third favorite cousin to be with her. “Did you have anyone else in mind? We definitely aren’t taking Molly or Declan. I figured it would be a family affair but there is power in numbers.”

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“No, no, I just wanna make sure it’s just us three. No fuckin’ way those two are getting involved in this.” Sure, there were other people he trusted to just up and approach the leader of the Order with him - Kingsley, for one - but a family affair seemed perfectly reasonable for the time being. “What do we do if she doesn’t just give us answers, but goes ahead ‘n says yes? If she just up and fuckin’ lets us join? We’re gonna really be in it then, huh?” he couldn’t help the grin that spread on his face at his excitement regarding the idea, “She told me no over the summer but... it’s gotta be different now, right? Things are different.”