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𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗢𝗪    𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗦𝗘𝗟𝗙    into    the    unknown    with    𝖕𝖆𝖈𝖊    𝖆𝖓𝖉    𝖆    𝖋𝖚𝖗𝖞    𝖉𝖊𝖋𝖎𝖆𝖓𝖙    clothe    yourself    in    𝐵𝐸𝐴𝑈𝑇𝑌    𝑈𝑁𝐹𝑂𝐿𝐷    and    see    life    as    a    means    to    a    𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖚𝖒𝖕𝖍

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𝐈𝐓   𝐖𝐀𝐒   𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆,   struggling   with   the   supernatural   in   a   non   -   supernatural   arena   that   was   mystic   falls.   when   she   met   stefan,   she   couldn’t   phantom   the   reality   that   was   about   to   settle   on   to   her   (   &   𝖓𝖊𝖊𝖉𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘   𝖙𝖔   𝖘𝖆𝖞,   𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖌   𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞𝖔𝖓𝖊   𝖊𝖑𝖘𝖊   𝖘𝖍𝖊   𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖉   𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖗   𝖙𝖔   𝖍𝖊𝖗   𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙   𝖎𝖓   𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖘𝖊   𝖈𝖎𝖗𝖈𝖚𝖒𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖘   )   but   it   was   𝐓𝐎𝐎   𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄   to   take   it   all   back.   before   him,   she   didn’t   know   about   doppelgangers,   she   only   heard   of   vampires   in   silly   rom   com   films   &   her   reality   was   now   distorted,   disorganised,   unpredictable.

&   𝐀𝐒   𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒   𝐆𝐎𝐄𝐒,   elena   was   taken   aback   by   caroline’s   statement.   she   couldn’t   understand   the   reason   behind   her   friend’s   vehement   decline.   ❝   and   what   else   should   we   do   ?   do   you   have   any   other   suggestions   ?   ❞   &   though   it   took   a   while   to   decipher   the   reasoning,   she   came   to   the   realisation   that,   perhaps,   caroline   was   right   ------   𝐘𝐎𝐔   𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐓   𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐋   by   surrounding   yourself   with   more   supernatural   beings.   &   above   anything   else,   she   should   ease   up   on   individualism   &   communicate   with   people   like   caroline,   her   friends.   there   was   no   way   she   would   rely   solely   on   herself   &   completely   disregard   her   loved   ones,   maybe   caroline   can   help   by   bringing   a   better   solution   to   their   problem.

𝐒𝐎   𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆   &   𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄   &   𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒.   there   she   was,   holding   onto   her   mother’s   arm   as   they   rushed   through   diagon   alley.   𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒   𝐓𝐎   𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓   𝐖𝐀𝐒   𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆   ------   all   she   could   remember   was   that   she   was   dragged   out   of   her   bedroom   by   an   angry   figure   right   in   the   middle   of   a   special   meeting   between   two   of   her   teddy   bears.   everything   around   her   moved   𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐓,   she   barely   had   time   to   process   what   was   happening   &   why   it   was   occurring   right   then   and   there.   first   day   of   school   was   approaching   &   in   vain   her   parents   howled   at   her   to   pull   herself   together   &   get   ready   for   what   was   to   come.

𝐀   𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐂𝐘,   hogwarts   attendance.   neatly   dressed   &   nicely   dolled   up   for   a   talking   hat   that’s   ought   to   mark   her   existence   for   the   next   seven   years.   𝐀   𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄   𝐇𝐀𝐒   𝐓𝐎   𝐁𝐄   𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄   (   𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍   𝖘𝖍𝖊   𝖉𝖎𝖉𝖓’𝖙   𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖞   𝖉𝖎𝖌𝖊𝖘𝖙   𝖙𝖍𝖊   𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖌   𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖘   )   &   there   her   parents   stood,   eager   to   pride   themselves   over   the   next   gryffindor   in   the   family.   one   out   of   four   choices,   which   would   it   be   .   .   .   the   lion,   the   badger,   the   eagle   or   the   serpent   ------   the   little   girl   couldn’t   make   the   difference   between   those   &   truth   be   told,   she   was   more   fond   of   the   colour   𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍.   but   she   didn’t   get   a   say,   not   under   their   roof.

tired   eyelids   batted   in   slow   motion,   each   time   an   inch   closer   to   finally   shut   down   to   rest   standing   up.   a   shook   of   the   head   was   enough   to   wake   her   up   from   her   dreamy,   tired   state.   &   she   looked   around   the   shop,   mumbling   underneath   her   breath   syllables   of   words   printed   onto   hardcover   books.   that   should   do   the   trick,   𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏   𝐇𝐄𝐑   𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐓,   awake.   when   she   turned   around   on   her   toes,   to   look   after   her   mother,   midnight   hues   halted   unto   another   figure.   tall,   wearing   all   black   &   beside   that   frame   another,   suspiciously   similar   despite   the   height   differences.

She blinked, watching Mal’s reaction carefully, and as bitter and annoyed as the girl seemed to be with her mere presence, there was something honest to it. She really didn’t understand the context. 

“…it bothers you, doesn’t it? That you don’t know,” Evie realized, and she did her best not to smile with intriguement over that fact. For a moment, she considered not telling Mal at all, wondering just how far she could toy with her, but no, she supposed that wouldn’t progress anything between them. If she pissed Mal off too badly, there was always the risk of her running back to her mom, or taking matters into her own hands against Evie, and that simply wouldn’t do.

Shaking her head slightly, Evie attempted a different tactic, and her tone lightened. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised if you’re not aware. I don’t get out of my castle that much, and it’s been a really long time since my mom or I have actually been allowed out. Forgive me,” She extended an apology, and even bowed her head for added measure. A little sign of respect, but not a curtsey or a full-blown bow. After all, Mal was formidable, but Evie could say she outranked her in royalty. 

“Evelyn Grimms, but you can call me Evie. My mom’s the Evil Queen,” She introduced herself, and then tilted her head slightly, playing up some naivety. “It’s Mal, right?”

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄    𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄    𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘    𝐎𝐅    𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒    that    bothered    her    ------    thus,    remaining    silent    &    contemplating    about    everything    that    had    recently    happened.    a    scrunch    of    the    nose    was    enough    of    a    response,    or    so    she    thought.    she    absolutely    despised    that    the    blue    haired    princess    standing    afore    her    was    .    .    .    right.    although    she    probably    didn’t    even    think    as    thoroughly    as    mal    about    that    statement.    after    her    notion    regarding    the    other’s    name    had    been    validated,    being    pleased    with    what    was    happening,    mal    decided    to    follow    her    instinct    to    keep    interacting.    𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐄    𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆    𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃    𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋    𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄    𝐎𝐔𝐓    𝐎𝐅    𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓.

❝    and    you’re    right,    your    highness,    ❞    she    too    bowed    down,    amusement    written    all    over    her    features.    cue    the    straightened    of    her    composure,    spine    sharp    &    straight,    shoulders    loosely    behind    her.    a    frown    soon    formed    upon    her    visage,    what    did    evie    mean    when    she    said    she    wasn’t    𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃    to    leave    her    castle    ?    ❝    wait,    you’re    not    allowed    ?    ❞    genuine    surprise    entwined    with    intriguing.

❝    don’t    tell    me    it’s    ------    ❞    a    pause    in    which    a    smile    can    hardly    be    fought    from    emerging,    ❝    ‘cause    of    that    party    thing,    right    ?    ❞    &    thus    a    laugh    finally    left    her    pretty    lips,    head    tilted    to    a    side,    ❝    i    mean,    yeah,    it    was    pretty    𝑹𝑼𝑫𝑬    to    skip    me    on    the    guest    list,    but    that    was    more    unfortunate    for    you,    i    used    to    bring    𝑮𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑻    gifts    to    birthday    parties,    ❞    &    though    that    wasn’t    exactly    a    lie,    mal    didn’t    resent    neither    the    girl    nor    her    mother.    she    had    no    idea    that    𝐓𝐇𝐄    𝐓𝐖𝐎    𝐎𝐅    𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌    𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄    𝐍𝐎𝐓    𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃    𝐓𝐎    𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄    𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒.    yet,    there    she    was,    pretty    blue    locks    standing    just    a    few    feet    from    her.

“Sorry, no visitors allowed.” The towering bodyguard grunted as he stepped in front of the woman who looked to be seeking an audience with the Hex Girls. “Move along now. No unauthorized personnel permitted backstage.” However, just as he was about to usher the woman back the way she came, the band’s lead singer glanced over her shoulder just in time to spot a very familiar face.

“Velma?”

Heels clicked on the floor as Thorn ducked beneath the bodyguard’s arm to step between him and her old friend. “It is you! Hey, Mikey, back off. This is a friend of ours.” With only a blink of confusion that was soon replaced with understanding, Mikey retreated a few steps, allowing the two women their space. Thorn immediately embraced the other, her dark red lips widening into a grin.

“It’s so good to see you! How’ve you been?” If Velma was here, then didn’t that mean the rest of the gang were? Thorn anticipated the enthusiastic call of Shaggy and the equally excitable tone of Scooby-Doo. She leaned back — hands still on Velma’s shoulders — to look the other over.

“Are you here to solve a mystery?” Because Thorn was so down to get involved and she knew Luna and Dusk would be happy to help as well.

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆    𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇    𝐓𝐇𝐄    𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐃    had    been    enough    of    hard    work    coming    from    her.    the    hex    girls    had    an    even    bigger    fanbase    than    the    last    time    she’d    seen    them.    but    it    wasn’t    unexpected    ------    unlike    her    presence    at    the    show    ------    all    members    were    hella    talented    &    their    music    had    something    to    them    that    made    everyone    addicted.    mystery    inc    themselves    were    hooked,    blasting    the    hex    girls    new    album    every    chance    they’ve    got.    𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓    𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐋    .    .    .    𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘    𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃.

when    she    heard    her    name    being    called,    velma’s    heart    skipped    a    beat.    she    was    remembered    ?    raising    her    chin,    she    looked    up    the    way    the    sound    came    from    and    a    half    smile    tug    at    her    lips,    ❝    𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑹𝑵    !    ❞    she    exclaimed,    fixing    her    outfit    with    her    frail    hands.    she    appreciated    the    gesture,    being    given    some    space,    after    the    jumble    in    the    crowd.    &    she    surely    appreciated    the    hug,    finally    exhaling    after    the    embrace.    ❝    actually,    i    came    here    for    the    show.    𝑰    𝑪𝑨𝑵’𝑻    𝑾𝑨𝑰𝑻    𝑻𝑶    𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹    𝒀𝑶𝑼,    𝑮𝑼𝒀𝑺,    ❞    excitement    whirling    within    &    finally    being    let    out.

hot, sopping mess

oh my god what the hell happened to you. clearly something a little fucked up. you have been through trials and tribulations, but some kind of ball of fritzy emotions keeps you kicking. it's probably that raging, protective heart of yours. it's been broken so many times but still wants you to feel happy, somehow. you're loyal, and emotionally a mess, and a bit of a dumbass, but you know you're worth something. and you'll fight for that--and for those who stick with you--until the end.

stolen from dash

    the conscious choice he had made  —  letting the amateur tag along  —  was one that dean was starting to regret with every passing second .  with a sarcastic tone on his voice, dean exclaimed,       ‘  oh, sure!  lemme just ask the ghost of christmas past to give us a warning next time it decides to attack us!   ’   

❝    𝑰    𝑫𝑰𝑫    𝑵𝑶𝑻    𝑺𝑨𝒀    𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻    !    ❞    the    urge    to    act    up    as    an    adult    &    take    responsibility    for    his    actions    dispersed    somewhere    among    the    lines.    defeated    groan    was    let    out,    ❝    at    least    now    we    know    what    type    of    ghost    𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻    𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮    was    .    .    .    ❞    a    short    pause    commerce,    &    right    on    time    for    𝐍𝐎𝐓    messing    up    the    investigation    even    more,    ❝    a    poltergeist.    and    that    thing    takes    more    than    𝑱𝑼𝑺𝑻    𝑨    𝑺𝑷𝑬𝑳𝑳    to    make    it    go    ------    poof.    ❞

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋    𝐂𝐈𝐑𝐂𝐋𝐄    ------    born    a    human    &    living    a    normal    life    for    𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓    two    decades,    turned    into    a    vampire    &    experiencing    immortality    for    a    short    while,    then    returning    to    her    human    form    &    readjusting    to    life    as    it    was    before    vampirism.    there    was    no    denying,    being    a    living    dead    (wo)man    walking    had    its    perks,    but    the    vulnerability    of    humans    was    worth    so    much    more.    it    was    long    amissed,    being    human    once    more    (    𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌    𝖒𝖔𝖘𝖙    𝖘𝖚𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖆𝖑    𝖇𝖊𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘    𝖉𝖎𝖉𝖓’𝖙    𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓    𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖐    𝖔𝖋    𝖊𝖝𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌    )    &    thriving    in    the    problems    of    the    world,    which    suddenly    shifted    &    turned    into    smaller    scale    problems.

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍    𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐂    𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃    𝐇𝐄𝐑    to    join    the    educational    staff    at    the    now    salvatore    boarding    school,    she    first    wanted    to    𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄    the    offer    ------    why    step    into    the    supernatural    world,    when    she    barely    escaped    it    through    the    loophole    ?    yet,    the    persuasion    worked    &    she    gave    it    a    shot.    after    all,    the    students    were    just    𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒,    children    who    were    not    at    fault    for    being    what    they    were.    in    elena’s    case,    she    did    it    herself,    digging    deeper    into    the    supernatural    world    &    the    worst    part    of    it    all,    bringing    her    loved    ones    along    in    her    mess.    &    these    kids    had    the    opportunity    to    𝐁𝐄    𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑,    𝐃𝐎    𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑.    a    pique    in    her    interest    was    klaus’    daughter,    especially    after    monitoring    alaric.

❝    hope,    you    got    a    minute    ?    ❞    both    arms    hovered    against    her    chest    whilst    she    pursed    her    lips    into    a    thin    line.    the    saltzman    twins    had    exponentially    more    benefits    &    it    𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃    her,    just    watching    it    all    unfold    &    not    stepping    in.

Desiree’s stomach dropped. She considered lying again, this time out of self-preservation – but, she reminded herself, what could Bellatrix Black really do? They were still students. They were still in Hogwarts. As far as she knew, there was no historical evidence of a student killing another…at least not directly.

A part of her wanted so desperately for Regulus to show up and save her, but she knew how he acted around other Slytherins – let alone those in his family. He could only do so much without casting suspicion on himself. No, she had to rely on her own wits to survive this – she was a Ravenclaw, wasn’t she?

“Well, I am, but I’ve never really mentioned anything of the sort around him. Unless he maybe overheard something when I was speaking with my friends,” she offered, resisting the urge to hover her hand over where her wand was tucked into her pocket. “And it’s not like I had any choice in picking who I was born to. I’m sure my parents would’ve preferred I never got my invitation, either.”

𝐀𝐇𝐀,    𝐒𝐎    𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓    𝐖𝐀𝐒    𝐈𝐓    !    not    exactly    as    big    in    proportions    as    she    wanted    it    to    be,    but    still    a    valuable    secret    to    be    kept.    𝐒𝐇𝐄    𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐖    𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆    𝐖𝐀𝐒    𝐔𝐏.    &    if    she    persuades    enough,    she    might    discover    some    more    secrets.    her    gut    wasn’t    failing    her    ------    unlike    her    relatives.    bella    stopped    dead    in    her    tracks,    waiting    for    the    ravenclaw    to    catch    up    with    her.    overall,    she    found    the    situation    purely    entertaining.    &    if    she    were    𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘    𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇,    she    might’ve    just    encountered    a    gold    mine    for    information    she    was    hungry    for.

❝    your    parents    are    against    magic    ?    ❞    she    asked,    completely    ignoring    the    revelation    that,    in    fact,    reggie’s    dear    friend    was    a    muggleborn.    if    she    really    had    the    intention    to    drain    every    piece    of    information    desiree    had,    bella    was    expected    to    𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘    𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐄,    put    on    a    mask    in    order    to    get    what    she    wanted    (    𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙’𝖉    𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊    𝖍𝖊𝖗    𝖋𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖞    𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖉,    𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙    ?    ).    a    pout    painted    upon    visage    whilst    she    focused    on    a    blank    point    across    the    hall,    ❝    aren’t    you    𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑫    of    what    you    are    ?    ❞    &    she    almost    let    it    be    shown,    the    𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑    𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄    regarding    pride    given    her    status.    it    was    aching,    𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘,    playing    the    good    cop.

𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐇,    𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐇,    𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐇.    she’s    still    asking    questions    ?    ------    it’s    like    she    hadn’t    𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐃    𝐇𝐈𝐌,    she    hadn’t    offered    the    necessary    attention    his    persona    required.    there    he    stood,    his    expression    as    blank    as    ever,    dark    hues    staring    into    hers.    ❝    what    do    you    mean    𝑾𝑯𝒀    𝑨𝑴    𝑰    𝑫𝑶𝑰𝑵𝑮    𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺    ?    ❞    he    mimicked    bonnie’s    question    just    for    the    theatrics.    a    step    closer    to    her    &    he    started    to    feel    affected    that    out    of    everyone,    the    powerful    witch    standing    in    front    of    him    didn’t    get    what    was    going    on.    another    step    closer    &    the    fleeting    pain    of    being    misunderstood    turned    to    impatience.

❝    come    on    now,    𝑩𝑶𝑵𝑵𝑰𝑬,    you    know    that    you    and    i    are    meant    to    cross    paths    over    and    over    and    𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑹    𝑨𝑮𝑨𝑰𝑵.    it’s    fate.    you    can’t    outrun    it.    ❞    for    what    was    worth    it,    his    statement    was    genuine.    had    he    been    offered    to    choose    between    that    damon    vampire    and    bonnie,    he    would    always    choose    the    witch    over    the    vampire.    ❝    you    need    me.    after    what    you’ve    been    through    thanks    to    your    friends,    don’t    you    think    having    me    as    your    first    member    of    your    coven    is    the    smart    choice    ?    𝒀𝑶𝑼    𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫    𝑩𝑬    𝑹𝑬𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑻.    ❞    or    so    he    heard    once    from    a    new    orleans    witch,    though    he    presumed    his    offer    would    soften    bonnie.