Daisy Hookum

“D’you want a pun?,” she wondered. “I’ve got plenty up my sleeve, and they always make me feel a tinge better. Laughter being the best medicine is bullshit, of course, but it helps.”

“If it will make you feel better then I’d love to hear one.” Daisy was still having trouble processing everything that had happened. The best way to cope with that for her was trying to help everyone around her.

“Dais, I thought you’d NEVER ask,” he said, jumping up and taking her hand. “Let’s show these fools what we’ve got.” James grinned, move over to a clearer space. “I’m a racing car passing by like Lady Godiva!!!!”

This was one of her favorite things about James. He was easy to be around. It was laughter and smiles and a good time. She didn’t hesitate to follow him. Her fingers entwined with his and she was bouncing on the balls of her feet. “I’m gonna go, go, go!!” Daisy had never been an amazing dancer, but she could hold her own. She had great musicality and confidence. “There’s no stopping me!!”

“I’m preeeeeeetty sure that isn’t pumpkin juice. It tastes like pumpkin juice with a hell of a kick in it… But whatever it is, it’s good, and I’ll have another.”

“It is pumpkin juice, but that’s not the only ingredient.” Daisy had just got herself a cup, but she handed it over when Greta asked for another. She could get a new cup for herself in a little bit. “I must admit that I don’t remember what they said was in it.”

“Oh FUCK yes, this song,” said James, grasping at his heart, a wide grin on his lips. “Honestly Freddie Mercury could kill me, and I’d thank him, you know? That man’s voice, it’s just … amazing, honestly. And those chord progressions? Iconic.”

Daisy laughed and shook her head at his dramatics. “The appropriate way to appreciate him is to sing along and fully enjoy the song.” She reached out to take his hands in her own. “What do you say? Come sing and dance with me Jay.”

“Oh come on, it’s a party, come and dance with me!” Torin encouraged, reaching a hand out to touch their arm softly and getting closer. “Pretty please?” He asked, smiling at them. “It’s so boring with no one to dance with.” It was clear that he was drunk, he didn’t usually ask others to dance, he usually did his own thing at parties.

Daisy had to look around to make sure he was talking to her. Despite it being clear there was no one else he could be addressing she still had to ask. “Are you asking me to dance?” Once she was sure it wasn’t a mistake, or a joke, she nodded and took hold of his hand. A smile overtook her features. “Alright.”

“Do you think it’s TOO late to switch houses?,” wondered Glenda as she chewed on a small piece of one of the many muffins in front of her, her fingers playing with the wrapper before she tore off another bite. “I want to be a damn Hufflepuff, share my common room with the people in charge of this food, ‘cause it’s fucking amazing, man.” 

“I’ve never heard of it being allowed, but I don’t see the point. We’re a friendly lot. I don’t think anyone would object to you spending more time in our common room.” Daisy was always happy to have more people around and sharing had never been a problem for her. “Maybe we could take a vote and call you an honorary Hufflepuff if you’d like.”

“Now just listen, liiiiiisten, okay? I’m not sure how juice works over here in Scotland but I’m fairly certain that these elves makin the stuff- it is elves makin’ it, isn’t it? Not the point-” Rosemary cut herself and stared down into the deep purple juice lapping at the edge of her glass. A girl who felt like her hands burned when she even held a bottle of alcohol couldn’t possibly know that her punch was spiked. The most logical explanation was magic, which still felt vastly unfamiliar to her. “My point I’m tryin’ to make here, is that this wasn’t made with magic was it? I have a long runnin’ promise with myself against using drugs or magic to- ahem, enhance how I’m feelin.”

“They may have used magic to stir it, or keep it cold, but I don’t think there is magic in it. I don’t know what kind of potion one would put in a drink. The alcohol is usually fine on it’s own.” Daisy hoped she hadn’t misunderstood. A sip was taken from her own cup. It was a little strong for her taste, but that wouldn’t matter much later into the evening. “It’s the food you have to be careful around if you’re worried about drugs.”

Daisy Hookum Moodboard (1/∞)

General Personality

“Listen, Hestia did a hell of a job on this photo-booth so I’m not taking no for an answer.” Frank plopped down in the seat and held the curtain open for the other person. “C’mon. Strike a pose. Smile? Whatever just come take a few with me.–Though I call funny faces for the first picture!”

Daisy preferred to be behind the camera, but she always had a hard time telling people no. A reluctant smile and a nod of agreement were offered up as she climbed in the booth with Frank. She scrunched up her nose and stuck out her tongue as the flash went off to signal the first photo had been taken. “Now what?”

Good. Daisy was making more an effort than the other students he was tutoring, and it was definitely going to help make it a bit easier when everyone involved was willing to try and learn from each other. It was the optimistic side of him trying to bleed through his emotions, but he forbade it from showing in his expression. “Good to hear,” he replied with a nod, “So, since the Shrinking Solution can be poisonous if brewed incorrectly, so one must always be careful when brewing this specific potion. Most potions, however, are deadly when brewed incorrectly so keep that in mind for all potions you make.” As Severus spoke, he began to prepare the cauldron, something that he should have probably already done as he waited. Ensuring that the fire underneath the cauldron was how he wanted and how it should be, he then turned to the ‘Shrinking Solution’ page in his potions textbook. “Which you rather do: I let you do the potion yourself and I intervene when needed or we both make it together? Which do you think would help you more?”

Daisy watched as he prepped the cauldron and nodded along as he spoke. She knew potions were serious. It was why she wanted him to help her get it right. Her fingers tapped lightly on the table, a nervous habit. It wasn’t Severus that made her nervous, but rather the potion. She didn’t want to screw up. All it would take was one clumsy move to knock the wrong ingredient into the cauldron, and there could be disastrous consequences. She also didn’t want to disappoint Severus. He was taking the time to teach her so the least she could do is learn and be careful. “I should try it on my own, but I’m too worried I’ll make a mistake. I’d feel more comfortable if we made it together.”

        “ it’s COMPLETELY safe right now, there’s nothing to be afraid of, ”  he says, turning around to look at his companion with a grin.   “ i’ve been here during the night a few times, & i’m not dead, am i ? ”

“Right, but we’re really not supposed to be here. Are you sure it’s okay?” Daisy was still processing exactly what Sirius had talked her into joining. It couldn’t be safe despite what he insisted.