fearless child, broken boy

“i don’t believe in regrets — you can’t change what you’ve done, for better or worse.  besides, i can’t think of anything that’s gone that poorly for me anyway.”

“maddison and i snuck out to hogsmeade one night during fourth year.  carrow and chang were not happy to see us when we returned.  that’s probably the closest, i guess.” // @violentlongiings

“honestly?  i just hate that wixen are still practically in hiding.  i mean, it’s 2024 and we’re still living in the shadows!  i think there’s a lot we could do to better the world if we were allowed to be a part of it.”

“ideally, i’d like someone who is able to complement me as a person and keep me on my toes — in a good way, of course.  preferably cute but it’s not a dealbreaker, i’m not a monster.  i don’t know, i just want someone with a personality?”

     in spite of the several obligatory “good game!”’s he’d received, isaac’s reflection post-game had him feeling quite the opposite.  sure, ravenclaw won — no thanks to him, though.  his performance had been lousy.  one of his worst games in recent memory, if anything.  he managed to score a total of one time, and he took three bludgers in the course of the match.  cynically, isaac wondered which was more bruised:  his ego or his body?  he needed a drink.  dull the pain, drown his sorrows, he couldn’t decide.  victory was owed almost entirely to roxanne weasley, and something about that didn’t sit well with him.  he was torn between being a supportive teammate and being a petty, envious prick.  the macmillan boy forced himself into a more positive demeanor as he approached the drink table.  “what a fuckin’ day, right?”  he asked, chuckling as he poured himself a cup full of whatever was within reach.

WHERE: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. WHEN: Anytime between February 25th, 2024, and March 6th, 2024. WHO: Any Hogwarts student or professor.

“D’you think they know how aggressive the combination of those patterns look to me, and are trying to make me have my first heart attack at the tender age of sixteen? Or do you think they simply don’t have any taste whatsoever? Ooooooh, or maybe it’s a hidden message. No matter what’s the truth, though, I feel like I should be wearing sunglasses whenever I look at them. Make it stop.”

“you’re really concerned about the pattern of some curtains?”  isaac listened to alice speak, mouth slightly agape in disbelief.  realistically, this wasn’t that surprising, but sometimes the things that came spewing out of her were a bit jarring.  “that’s your priority right now?”  he crossed his arms, and glanced from the admittedly ugly drapery back to alice.  “with everything going on around here, your own personal vendetta is against the decorations?”  her cavalier attitude caught him off guard — he would’ve been impressed, if he didn’t have a different role to play.  “just charm them a less gaudy design.”

open starter: for hogwarts students location: great hall date: march 1st, just before dinner.

            the brightness of ariadne’s smile seemed to fall in deep contrast to the more sombre air in the atmosphere of hogwarts as of late.    in reality,   it was because ariadne knew she personally had very little to be scared of as long as she kept playing her cards right,  but to everyone else,  her smile should be a constant.    even when she fell off her broom into the great lake the radiant grin didn’t shift one inch, and if she didn’t flinch then, flinching now could give everything away.           

 such smile was the most notable thing about her as she almost jumped on the only open seat she could find / desperate for some kind of human connection after spending almost all day helping madam pince tidy the library ( after being caught trying to take several books out in her bag ).                       ❝   you want some fizzing gobstoppers? ❞   she hoped the offer of sweets would stop the person whose space she probably collided into from complaining,                ❝   i want to try and clear out my stash before easter, you know ?   it’s like .. godric this term is moving so fast ! oh,    you weren’t saving this seat for someone, where you ?  ❞     she ends her sentence with soft puppy dog eyes and a hopeful smile,     trying to twist empathy round her little finger.

he couldn’t help the visible recoil his body reacted with when ariadne plopped down beside him.  “someone’s awfully chipper today,”  isaac mumbled under his breath, but still definitely loud enough for her to hear.  it wasn’t malicious.  just an observation.  but thankfully, he just sat down himself, bag still in his lap.  it made for a quick getaway if the need arose, now that she had crashed his relative peace and quiet.  “i — ”  how anyone could be concerned about their stock of sweets at a time like this was beyond him.  but if she was offering . . .  maybe it would get her to be quiet.  it was worth a shot.  “fine.  and no, i wasn’t.  just me, myself, and i.”  he stuck his hand out, rather impatiently.  he wasn’t big on sweets, but he was big on not being bothered when he was trying to eat dinner.