impedimenta

“huh.” she had really thought she had it, this time, excitement visibly deflating as she realised she had once again turned onto the wrong corridor. the hogwarts dungeons were a veritable maze, but antigone had declined help getting to the hufflehouse house guest quarters with the confidence of someone who had retained a lot more of her time at hogwarts than she actually had. she had THOUGHT that five years was long enough for her feet to simply guide her that way, without thought, but that wasn’t the case. “i’ve never been here, before. this is how to get into slytherin, right?” the blonde didn’t look like she was a student, but antigone couldn’t help but ask, with a distinct hint of misplaced hope, “… you don’t happen to know how to get to hufflepuff, do you?” 

     “ SLYTHERIN INDEED, LOVE. ”  An easy grin spread across Avalon’s face, “  You just follow the echos of backhanded compliments, cutthroat ambition, and emotional breakdowns  --  that’s when you’ll know you’ve reached my former abode.”  She shook her head, blonde tendrils flying into her face,  “  My remaining knowledge of the Hufflepuff common room begins and ends with near the kitchens I’m afraid.  If y’want company though, I could be up for a little adventure ? “

“they went…- that way.” nazli gestured vaguely towards the shrieking shack. they were VERY much blind to the fact that whoever stood to their side now was far from the sort to be hanging out with the brand of people who had just headed down the hill, laughing raucously the entire time. they weren’t BORED, but they were taking a minute. the now long done never have i ever game had been a reprieve, but without that distraction, they weren’t able to really escape the evening that was in it. their head was buried in their book, and the firelight was hard enough to read by without the shadow now cast over them by the other. “can you move?” 

     katie hummed in vague acknowledgement,  she’d known exactly where her friends had run off to,  but felt she needed to say something to fill the silence that followed  --  katie had only gotten worse at funerals and memorials as the years went on.  she hadn’t planned on continuing any further conversation,  but looked down with a raised brow,  “ do you have magic or not? ”  she pulled out her wand and pointed it towards nazli, “ lumos, ” a white-light emitted from the tip, “ there, knock yourself out.  ”

【   𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖌  𝖔𝖜𝖑  𝖋𝖔𝖗 :  𝖆𝖛𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖓 𝖇𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖔𝖗  (  @avalcn​​​​​​  )   】

     “ well, that depends on you doesn’t it? ”  bleary eyes,  flushed cheeks,  and a crooked grin are lit by the near bonfire as reminiscent stories are murmured around them,  punctuated by periodic laughter amidst the tales of the late eccentric divination professor.  avalon takes the drink without hesitation as she continues,  “ are you gonna be a dick tonight, zabini?  because i don’t wanna have t’be mean to you  --  i’m in far too,  uh,  high of spirits to go out of my way for it, if y’know what i mean  --  but you also have a habit of not givin’ me much of a choice at things like this. ” 

INCORRECT QUOTES : ft. @avalcn + @tiimetvrners + @ofzvbini + @mellifluousmagic

notes and sketches lay spread out before her, covering nearly every inch of the table. today’s chosen book to focus on was her deep dive into lesser explored creatures. like the others, it was still lacking a title. not that a title would be much use if she couldn’t finish the book itself. “i suppose organization would be a proper place to start,” beckett grumbled to herself, so lost in her own mind that she hardly noticed when the crup perched beside her shifted to it’s feet to inch closer as another approached them.

     AFTER PLACING HER order, Avalon looked across the Leaky Cauldron, her eyes landing on a familiar figure. She ditched her table, moving through the cluttered floor of the Leaky Cauldron and tapping the other witch on the shoulder. “Bex?” Avalon grinned, peaking around to confirm Beckett’s identity, the visual confirmation bringing back old memories of stuffy parties and crinoline dresses, “Thought that was you. Whatcha doin’?”    

“   any  good  ghost  stories  from  this  place  growing  up ?   ”     maybe  it’s  avoiding  the  reason  she  had  texted  him  in  the  first  place .     i  don’t  think  i  can  produce  a  patronus  anymore .     he  takes  another  drink  ,  then  offers  it  her  way  ,  a  crooked  smile  pulling  at  one  corner  of  his  lips .     “   these  pureblood  houses  always  feel  like  they’re  made  for  weird  old  stories .   ” 

      “NO GHOSTS  --  Just me.”  It wasn’t hard to decipher the almost disappointed tone of her response.  “And Cavall, of course,”  The overgrown Saint Bernard lifted his head at his name,  but immediately returned to his nap  --  though Avalon’s head on his back should’ve made it uncomfortable.  “And the owls,  I guess,  but really they just come and go as they please,  y’know?”  Avalon interrupts her own rambling when she takes the bottle from Ron,  taking care to not spill anymore liquor onto Cavall’s fur coat below her as she sipped.  “Lots of stories though,”  She held the bottle back out to him,  “But no ghosts.”

     “Oof!” Avalon stumbled back with a laugh as her own bag  --  filled with treats from the Magical Menagerie and a set of quills from Scribbulus  --  tumbled to the stones below. “No harm, no foul  -- you alright there, Cho?” Avalon paused to lower herself to the ground and assist in the cleanup. “You looked like you were bein’ chased by an Erumpent or something. What’s goin’ on?”

            hazel  eyes  widen  ,  blinking  slowly  as  his  more  .  .  .  prejudiced  thoughts  became  voiced  against  his  will  .  a  nervous  laugh  spills  out  from  his  chest  .  ❝ …  what  the  f u c k  ?  ❞

     “Yikes, Zabini,” Avalon chastised, her typical teasing tone gone, and the wings on her back still as could be. “You still think like that? You should keep that shit to yourself, it’s fuckin’ embarrassing. Besides,” she crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow, the glitter on her face catching the light in the club, “I wouldn’t go makin’ those jokes if they could quite possibly pertain to you. Just makes y’look even more ignorant  --   who’s your daddy, again Zabini? You sure he’s even a pureblood?”