intense.

     victoria nott enjoyed deceiving herself with the thought that she was not easily surprised, when, in reality, she was possibly as naive as they get. other that whatever lessons mother and father had taught her, and what little discoverings she had made on her own ( with some much needed encouraging from narcissa ), victoria was, simply put, completely unaware. when she had heard the news about eden leaving her house ( gossip travelled the fastest in the pureblood circle ) she had been taken aback. the girl she had spent quite the amount of afternoons playing with - and confiding in, at some point in the adolescent years - had simply vanished from reality. from her reality. seeing the other behave in such a normal manner was alas certainly a shock - had victoria imagined it all? still, her mother’s words resonated in her mind: ’do not be rude, victoria, that is not proper behaviour’. “it certainly does not taste like father’s champagne,” she retorted, unaware of how her words might impact on her former friend. a smile curved her lips at one particular sentence spoke by the girl opposite to her: trying to smile in order ot have fun was a saying that could have easily left her mother’s lips.

𝖑𝖎𝖑𝖞  𝖊𝖛𝖆𝖓𝖘  𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖉  𝖆  𝖌𝖔𝖔𝖉  𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖞,  and  the  forbidden  forest  new  year’s  party  was  always  one  of  her  favorites.  the  puff  punch  was  something  she  looked  forward to.  being  one  to  partake,  she  felt  more  free  than  she  had  in  weeks  (  perhaps  it  was  petunia’s  ever  watchful  eye  that  patrolled  lily  when  she  was  home  that  had  been  so  exhausting,  or  maybe  the  way  vernon  dursley  had  made  his  snide  comments  about  not  wanting  her  in  their  wedding  party.  we  don’t  want  our  wedding  to  be  cursed,  maleficent.  )  spotting  a  familiar  face  across  the  way,  she  grinned  brightly,  arms  extending  towards  them,   ❛  come  dance  with  me  !  ❜  

𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖎𝖆𝖘  𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖜𝖞𝖓  𝖜𝖆𝖘  𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖓  𝖋𝖔𝖗  𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖞  𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘  (  and  rumored  to  be  known  for  many  more  ),  but  no  one  really  knew  how  little  he  enjoyed  parties  now.  it  had  happened  in  his  fifth  year,  under  the  cover  of  wanting  to  be  prepared  for  his  owls.  he  stopped  regularly  attending  parties  and  only  going  to  the  major  ones,  and  by  sixth year  he’d  make  an  appearance  at  half.  now,  in  his  final  year  at  hogwarts,  with  a  burning  forearm  and  the  secret  of  a  lifetime,  he sits  to  the  side  with  a  glass  of  ogden’s  finest.  but  the  most  obvious  change  about  him  was  his  lack  of a  smile.  tobias  selwyn  wasn’t  smiling,  and  god  that  felt  like  a  cosmic  mistake.  ❛  haven’t  you  been  told  at  least  five  times  tonight  that  staring  is rude  ?  ❜

“You have my heart, from now until my final hour, and even after that.”

amelia raises an eyebrow as she pours herself a generous helping of firewhiskey , knowing that all the while the person in her sights would be proclaiming to anyone near enough to hear that GIRLS ( fanciful impure ladies & pureblood princesses )  couldn’t handle their liquor . at least not when it came to odgen’s firewhiskey . the militant part of amelia was , at first , curious about where exactly it came from but a fire had been lit a few meters away that she could almost feel burning in her veins . 

it was a challenge if amelia had ever heard one , so she raised a glass  –  plastic, cracking under the force with which she gripped it , flashing a sardonic smile before tipping the drink down her throat and relishing in the burn , the path of fire, the ache it left behind before it evaporated .

❛  …  what are you looking at ?  ❜  she griped jokingly , a smile on her face as she tossed the drink into the rubbish bag provided . 

dark eyes watched amelia as she downed her drink, a smirk of amusement on her red lips. it was definitely funny to watch because most girls would agree with the boys, something that drove eden insane on some occasions. her parents might have tried to raise her polites and she most certainly could be, but eden never let a man tell her what she could or could not do and she loved watching other girls do the exact same thing. raising her glass the same time as the hufflepuff witch, the raven haired witch drank her own drink, not downing it quite the way amelia was but definitely having a long swig of it. 

eunhee liked parties- despite being someone who liked not to be seen; ironic with her power; she liked being in the buzz of things. she liked the smell of the booze and the way everyone stumbled on their feet to be able to mutter one word. it was a comic show waiting to happen. she turned around to face the raven haired person and shrugged, as if to say whatever.

‘ it’s only getting started, i suggest you preaper yourself for something wild.’  they shifted before deciding not to answer the question. but, just ask it in reverse. ‘ how about you? are you enjoying yourself?’

victoria had never been too fond of alcohol if she was being honest - surely she enjoyed sparkling champagne and expensive wine at her family’s balls, but cheap beer and firewhiskey shots had never appealed to her. however, she knew all too well the importance of blending in with her fellow school mates, so she held an untouched cup hal-way filled with firewhiskey in her hands. she wore a simple dress with stockings and short combat boots, though her big, warm coat and scarf covered most of her stunning outfit. she finally brought the cup up to her lips and took the shortest sip of the beverage,; even such a small amount made herr face contort into a disgusted expression. “rowena’s sake,” she scoffed, putting the cup down ( she’d had more than enough of that ). “wonderful party,” she commented to a passer-by.

𝖙𝖍𝖊  𝖊𝖝𝖍𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓  𝖜𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖓  𝖈𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖞  all  over  the  fifth  year’s  face  threatened  to  overwhelm  her.  she  didn’t  get  to  go  to  her  own  home  for  the  holidays  (  she’s  still  debating  if  that’s  a  blessing  or  a  curse  ),  but  she  did  go  to  her  fiance’s.  druella  had  been  so painfully  clear  when  she’d  said  ‘  why  would  you  not  make  the  attempt  to  better  understand  your  husband’s  traditions  over  the  holidays  ?  ’,  as  though  she  didn’t  remember  narcissa  still  hadn’t  married  the  man.  she’d  barely  agreed  to  the  engagement  in  the  first  place.  still,  being  back  on  castle grounds  meant  just  being  that  much  farther  out  of  the  reach  of  druella  black  and  for  that,  narcissa  was  sincerely  thankful.

𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖑,  𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊  𝖙𝖔  𝖙𝖍𝖊  𝖈𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖑𝖊  𝖌𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖘.  she’d  slipped  into  the  forbidden  forest  with  a  few  friends  and  was  trying  her  best  not  to  do  too  much  talking.  she  would  have  much  preferred  to  go  to  bed  than  to  a  party,  but  everyone  had  to  play  their  part  in  the  larger  social  sphere  and  narcissa  played  hers  with  grace.  mid-refilling  of  her  drink  and  moderately  bored  expression  on  her  face,  narcissa  hummed  lightly  as  someone  else  approached  the  table.  ❛  enjoying  the  party  ?  ❜  

eden never used to be a people watcher at parties, in fact, she used to be in the heart of it but with everything that had happened over the summer, she didn’t feel quite like joining in. the last event ;like this she had been at was the one her parents had so openly disowned her, the first time in her entire life that they had lost their cool in front of all their friends, family and co workers at the family’s annual summer ball. her summer had been spent with her couch hopping, staying at hotels with the little money she had left in her vault and there was no doubt in her mind that coming back to hogwarts was going to be a relief, a haven after all she had endured because it always had been. 

having to learn that you don’t have to become your parents. the familiar scent of a new book. never wanting to be anything but the best at everything. having that strength not to fall into the darkness that’s inside of you. wanting to control everything, even if it’s not possible. ink stained hands paired with paper that’s littered with unspoken words. having to learn that being anything but impartial is not a weakness. ┊ if you’re looking for EDEN GREENGRASS, you’ll probably find HER in the SLYTHERIN dorm with the rest of the SEVENTH years. they’re the TWENTY ONE year old PUREBLOOD who looks kind of like CAMILA MENDES. they seem CREATIVE, INDEPENDANT, OPEN MINDED to me, but apparently they’re also ARROGANT, UNFOCUSED, CYNICAL. maybe that’s why their patronus is TONKINESE CAT.