Shazam!

A glimpse into Claire’s phone.

I very briefly explained the pics under the cut.

( sms, 😌🙌🏻 loml ) damn i BREATHED and got flamed

( sms, 😌🙌🏻 loml ) honestly even i don’t know HIZZUK pretty sure the sorting hat was glitching like a mf but at least my good marks make up for it

( sms, 😌🙌🏻 loml ) i mean……kinda? you look well put together at first glance! i don’t know how else to put it but you look like a cheese and cracker eating sophisticated lady thing so 🗿 KDKFKDKFOKSDK

( sms, 😌🙌🏻 loml ) !!! yes! luckily enough i’m free for the rest of the afternoon so gimme a rsvp and i’ll bring my inner whitney houston

[text-> E.T.] I must have been a dragon in a previous life

[text-> E.T.] Ravenclaw: House to the genius eccentrics

[text-> E.T.] I meeeaaan…you’re not completely wrong >_> I must admit that my love for cheese is quite strong…but there is a time and a place for everything and the kind of party we’re having is not one that calls for cheese as a snack.

[text-> E.T.] where’s the place that has the best acoustics in the castle?

[text-> E.T.] Aren’t you taking music as elective? So, best spot for acoustics? I’m counting on you!

[text-> E.T.] I have only one thing to say to that, my little Alien

Starter for @crxripley

The care of magical creatures’ class was one of Claire’s favorites. She always paid attention in class and made sure to not miss any information that was given. This strong focus, paired with her extensive reading about magical creatures on her own free time, was what had led her to notice that something was not quite right with Professor Nam. In the beginning, she didn’t think much about how some other professors would sport a look of disgusts on their face when subtly glancing at the meat on professor Nam’s plate. She simply assumed he enjoyed eating something that the others didn’t like.

Then a few weeks later, the always nice professor became more irritable in class, even going as far as snap at students, to the surprise of those who ended up receiving the blunt of this irritation. Again, she didn’t think much of it at first because everyone is entitled to bad days, even teachers.

It could have remained like that, occurrences that happened one time, therefore not raising any suspicion, unfortunately, they repeated. She started documenting her professor’s periods of irritation, just a simple note in her planner, along with the homework she had to do. It felt a bit wrong to keep tabs on her professor, but her curiosity wouldn’t let her leave this without getting some answers first.

Not too long after the whole werewolf scare at the school, the answer hit her right in the face. “He’s a werewolf!” she exclaimed, dropping her pen on the library desk and quickly flipping through the pages of her planner to read her notes. It made sense! She quickly shoved her books in her bag and left the library with an apologetic smile thrown at the librarian for disrupting the peace of the place. Once in the hallway, she immediately made her way over to Professor Nam’s office.

( sms, 😌🙌🏻 loml ) you expect me to answer this right after transfiguration??

( sms, 😌🙌🏻 loml ) KEKFKDKFKDKDK me and my two brain cells fighting to figure out this riddle… THIS IS SO SAD

( sms, 😌🙌🏻 loml ) oh word? we going✈️party?

( sms, 😌🙌🏻 loml ) i’m not going if they serving cheese and crackers…also what does snacks have to do with a party…are you throwing it? HHDJDKD

[text-> E.T.] I am sorry I momentarily forgot about your required period of desensitization after each classes.

[text-> E.T.] HOW DID YOUR ASS END UP IN RAVENCLAW

[text-> E.T.] Yes we are and Ethan pls.

[text-> E.T.] Do I look like the kind of girl to serve cheese and crackers at a party?

Dansons!  ♫ ♫

They are sitting across each other at a small table, on a beautiful terrace. Claire had been wanting to take Rowan on a girl’s day out for a while now and when it finally started to be warmer outside and when they got a rare day of sunshine, she knew it was the perfect time for that. Claire reaches for her glass of water and takes a sip before returning it to the table and picking up her fork instead. She stabs a couple of things in her plate with it and then lifts the fork to offer the food to Rowan.

Is it too early to jump on the edit bandwagon? Well I am jumping in anyway haha

#clearwater on hooter

@crxisla

Claire smooths down the dress she is wearing with hands that aren't technically hers. She's a bit nervous and apprehensive about this whole thing, but it's excitement that wins over both of those other feelings. For the first time, she will be using her ability to sneak into an event, something she has never done before, even as a child, and somehow doing it now reminds her of her mother, who often changes her appearance for her career as an Auror. She just hopes that she will be able to pull this off without being caught. That's why she turns to the girl walking at her side.

“I know,” Claire replies after the younger student tells her that she hadn’t been listening. Claire had seen her get distracted by a butterfly, focus shifting away from her and to the insect instead. It was only a couple of steps later that Claire had noticed the other girl had stopped walking and had stayed behind. She had walked back to her and that was where they were now.

”That’s because it is, Miguelito,”Claire tells him with a bright smile and a mischievous glint in her eye. There are a bunch of different boxes on the table, all covered with fabric that has a hole large enough in the middle to slip one hand through. The contents are obviously hidden from the Hufflepuff boy and only she knows what’s inside of each boxes.

“Today, we need to test how easily scared you can get and we are going to do that while also testing your sense of touch by having you try to identify things without seeing them, or smelling them.” Claire is aware that this is completely ridiculous, but she has high hopes of this ending up being completely hilarious and what’s better for the mood than a good laugh?

The soft inquiry tugged at Claire’s heartstrings. “Oh, Jonathan, sweetie,” she instantly replies, reaching out to take his hand in both of hers, immediately rubbing soothing circles on the top of it with her thumbs, before letting go of it and pulling him into a tight hug instead. She’s never been one to shy away from physical contact when it came to comforting friends. She keeps it brief enough so that it doesn’t turn awkward, but long enough to provide a bit of comfort, or at least she hopes it works.

The truth is, she has a million things to do. There is homework that needs to be done, a letter to be written to her parents, some taking care of personal business (shaving her legs), but none of that matters in the light of the current situation. If Jonathan feels like he needs someone to stay with him, then she is going to stay, because that is more important than homework or any other things on her schedule.

It started with a compliment. She had thought the outfit Nate had decided to wear that day looked particularly good on him, or rather, he looked extra handsome in it. She figured that it would be a good idea to let him know, because it is always nice to receive compliments and she believes that people don’t compliment each other enough. She was very set on changing that. So she had told him, that he looked really good, and for some reasons, Nate had replied with…well…with that.

The color of her hair immediately seems to drain away, roots turning completely white and rapidly all the way down to the tips. At the same time her heart stops in her chest. Usually, she has good control over her emotions around her crush. She kind of built a safe system in her head that makes sure her emotions around him are relatively stable, or at least stable enough that she doesn’t end up changing part of herself under strong emotions. It took just that simple question from him to destroy everything.

Does he know? Did he figure out that she has feelings for him even though she has been so careful to not be too obvious about it? And then, just as rapidly as the color left her face and her hair, it suddenly comes back with a vengeance, cheeks turning darker and hair turning a mix of blue tones and white, like troubled water. “N-NO I WASN’T…I’M NOT!,” she exclaims, loudly, and then realizes that she was perhaps too quick to deny it and this probably sounds even more suspicious. Oh god. She can feel her heart hammering in her chest.

“I just…you looked good…I mean, look, present, you look good so I told you…so that you would know…that you look good,” she tries to explain, but the more she speaks, the redder her cheeks get and god, she needs to move away from him and go hide, preferably in her bed, buried under all her blankets until she can get control of her emotions again which will probably take a while because getting over this current situation is not going to be easy.