A Unique Bitch

Books in their arms, Armani Shacklebolt ran across the campus, catching a few wandering eyes along the way. They are known as a Twenty year old Pureblood, entering their Third Year of university. They are a Specialization major to become a Arithmancer and are known to be Captivating but Secretive. They belong in Arithmancy and Astronomy & Divination and side with the Neutral in the war.

“How many times does a witch need to say ‘I do not remember‘ before it gets through people’s heads that she does not remember what exactly happened to her?“ Though she attempted to sound annoyed more than defeated, Narcissa’s voice was weaker than she’d intended. Confused about everything that had happened over the past 24 hours, disoriented more than she’d have preferred, she really just wanted to go back to her dormitory as soon as she was allowed. 

“Well considering I’m not here to ask what you remember, I don’t think you’ll have to say it again; at least not to me.” Armani didn’t give a rat’s ass about what Narcissa might remember, they cared more about the other’s wellbeing; hence the unauthorized visit. “You holding up in here, everyone behaving like semi-decent human beings?” Their friendship was tenuous at best, but they still didn’t like the idea of someone mistreating her even more after everything.

“I think they spike it over and over again.” she admitted looking at the alcohol colored more than punch with added alcohol. “I think I will keep with bottled alcohol for now, but know Sirius they did something to those too.” she joked. 

Armani shrugged slightly, sure even these idiots weren’t that stupid. “Quite possibly, but really once should be enough.” They chuckled and took a sip from their own bottle in solidarity of the sentiment. “For the best, I’m sure, though even if they had been tampered with, I’m sure they’re less concentrated than the punch bowl.”

Closed starter // @armanishacklebolt​ The Seven Sisters, a day or two after the party?

Lucinda walked over to Armani’s booth with two mugs of hot chocolate in her hands, placing one of them in front of her friend on the table before sitting down herself. The table was filled with scattered pieces of parchment, quills, and a book on ancient arithmancy methods that Lucinda had gotten as preparation for the arithmancy club meeting later that week. 

“It feels like I’ve barely seen you since the start of term,” she told Armani, meeting their eyes with a smile; she always enjoyed catching up with them. “Can you believe it’s only been a week, and there’s so much going on already?“

Armani barely glanced up from the papers covering the table when their friend placed their mug of hot chocolate down in front of them, concentrating on absorbing all the new information they could. However after missing the handle in their first attempts to pick up said mug, the spell was broken and they looked over at Lucinda gratefully. “I know, I’m sorry for my part in that, but we’re here now.” They took a sip of cocoa, before nodding in agreement. “Right? I knew things were heating up, but to so brazenly capture one of their own allies that way? I’ll definitely be keeping all my senses honed outwards going forward.”

status: closed for @armanishacklebolt​

tapping her nail on the crystal ball as if knocking at her futures to let them know she was there. after looking confused for a moment, evie sighed and admitted defeat– looking over at armani for help. ❝‌   i don’t understand what i’m meant to be doing ? do i talk to it ?  ❞ she tapped once more, ❝‌  hello ?  spirits ? are you there ? ❞

“Do you think is safe to drink from that punch bowl?”

"Absolutely! That is unless you’re trying to stay sober, in which case I’d try something else. I’m not saying I spiked it myself, but I’m not saying I stopped the people I saw trying to do so earlier, either.”

When they were together, Frank always held Armani’s full attention, but when a vision hit, she became entirely unfocused, and started muttering incoherently. Going into a vision was easy, like dozing off accidentally except your body was still completely active. It took a few minutes for her to come back out of it, and when she did, Frank was once again her main focus. With a dazed smile, she reached up to gently caress his face. “I’m sorry darling, I was a million miles away; what were you saying?”