capucine delacour

Regulus had too much on his mind lately. There was so much pressure, so much darkness and fear in his mind, but he was too good at hiding. The facade he painted on his face was perfection as someone walked outside and into the cool air. The moon beams bounced off his light grey eyes, almost ominously as he turned to look at the other. His fingers brushed through dark silky curls, and his eyes moved back to the dark view. “It’s a chilly night. I would have suggested to bring a coat.” His voice was always deeper at night, almost if the thoughts brought it down a few raspy octaves. 

at one point in time, capucine had once found sleep as easily as she found air. her muggle classmates looked at her with wonder at how quickly capucine could go from wakeful to sleeping without so much as a whisper. as she’d grown, however, sleep became more of a luxury as she spent much of her nights studying or simply observing. she enjoyed the quiet of the castle at night, how everything went still and all one could hear was the occasional shuffle of feet and the wind as it knocked against the stone building. the quiet, to capucine, was like the shadows in that it was familiar; like it was a part of her. she travelled within the castle on sleep that barely produced a whisper as she stepped outside, the cool air brushing against her skin as she joined regulus into the night. her features had been guarded, but untouched as she’d focused herself on the sounds of the castle as she travelled through it undetected with steps that suggested that she wasn’t unfamiliar to the halls at night. she had schooled her features, however, when she’d noticed the boy a milisecond after she’d made her way outside. her eyes softened and her lips seemed to feature a shadow of a smile as she positioned herself next to the boy. “it’s only a bit cold.” she said, her voice soft as she observed the terrain, leaving a moment of silence between them before her eyes turned back to regulus, finding him more pale than usual in the light of the moon. “couldn’t sleep?” she asked, her voice painted with concern. she dropped her hands on the stone that kept them from falling out of the castle and let her thumb glide across the cold ridges of the beam.

“Thank Merlin I don’t have to deal with any of them.” Deimos mumbled, discerning gaze swapping between the stumbling students and the raucous activity surrounding the photo booth, a SCOWL half present on his face as he glanced down into his cup. He’d long since given up on even talking about how awful the presented alcohol was, and had brought some of his own stash. He shifted on his heel, ready to make a somewhat civilised run for it when he caught the shoulder of the person beside him. The silence which follows on his part, is only made worse by his glare.

capucine gave a small nod and a smile to the hufflepuff and ravenclaw girls who had the arms of their near-unconscious friend wrapped around their necks as they led her back to the school. she stood there for a few moments, smiling as the two girls laughed at what their drunk friend had said as they stumbled in the darkness of the trees. she’d ditched her cup of water in favour of helping the girls, and now turned around to get herself another cup when someone caught her shoulder and forced her to a stop. capucine wasn’t accustomed to running into people as she tended to be hyperaware of her surroundings even when she could only observe them from the corners of her eyes. she turned to the person who’d ran into her, studying him as he remained silent and gave her the kind of look that might make someone run for it, but that only managed to irritate the delacour girl. she lifted her eyebrows and waited, tilting her head to the side as she studied his stance, first, and the way he held himself in the silence, then finally returned her gaze upward. “yes?” she finally asked, her eyebrows softening to mimick her words.

“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.”

“and he has a beautiful range.” she agreed, amused at his reaction to mercury’s voice ringing through the area. 

“Listen, I have absolute faith in my classmates –” lie. “– and their taste in alcohol –” lie. “– but I just prefer drinking from my own stash, you know?,” said Lucius, draining his glass of wine with a last sip. “I mean, no offense, but I doubt that any of the people behind this … little get together would bring wine this good.”

capucine had no responsibility for organizing the party nor who attended it, and therefore did not have any particular cares for what anyone did at the party so long as no one died or got hurt in one way or another. she’d been walking around the party, conversing with a few groups of people she recognized and enjoyed speaking with and had been making her way to the table of food when she’d slowed to read the label on the bottle of wine lucius had brought, not realizing who it had belong to until lucius had begun to speak in order highlight why he had to bring the bottle; seeking, she supposed, to also highlight how unique he was in bringing it. “I’m sure there’s no offense to be taken: I just past a group of seventh years conducting their own wine tasting down by the waterfall, so you weren’t the only one with the same idea.” she paused a let the corners of her mouth turn upwards, “I’m sure they’d let you join them, I did see a nice bottle of Richebourg in the mix as well.”

“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.”