nightcall

evan rosier and too much firewhisky was a bad combination; his temper was already bad enough as it is and the fire didn’t need anymore fuel added to it. but there he was, losing his marbles once again. the last thing he remembers was his fist colliding against the other’s face before walking back into the building. he wiped his bloodied knuckles on his jacket and casually made his way to the bar; only to discover that all the galleons in his pocket were gone. they must’ve fallen out during the fight. now, money had never been a problem for evan, but he simply couldn’t be bothered to make the effort and get some more. no matter how he lost them, they were gone and the boy needed another drink, urgently. he made his way to the bar and sat on one of the free seats, turning to the person next to him, lips curling upwards into his best smile. “you know what you look like? like you’d love to buy me a drink.”

“Let me take a guess,” Lilith intervened, her chin resting upon her hand as she looked up to Evan, “He gave you the wrong look.” She expected him to be triggered over something as simple as that. She appreciated that he was dedicated and headstrong, even if they were inappropriately placed. He’d be good for their numbers, to add to their ranks. That’s why the smirk she wore formed into sinister smile, “Whatever drink you desire. It’s all on me.”

“That’s there problem then, it is.” Emma nodded affirmatively. “If they can’t understand me, then its their wee brains that need the adjusting.” It still felt strange to be roughly the same height as most of the first years, but she never cared for such things. Especially, now with this new discovered power that she could be frightening off the quidditch field as well. “Aye, that’s a good thing then?”

“Not at all, but I hear they say ignorance is rather blissful, my dear,” Lilith swept a few tendrils from her face, looking down at Emma from above. It was often she stood taller than her peers, paired in heels that could reach the heavens. She preferred it that way. You came off more domineering, didn’t you? Assertive. “Is it even a quill worth having? If you hadn’t heard of the newest line from this month’s edition of Witch Weekly, you’re behind.”

“Aye, get yer own wee quill there.” Emma said with a whine as she snatched back the item from the sly eyed first year. “Don’t look so afraid, ye and I are same height. That’s what happens when ye steal quills, aye?” A snarky grin took over her features as she shouted back to the student who walked away. “Ye won’t grow any taller and ye look like a wee’an forever. I know.”

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“They’re looking at you like you’ve sprouted a second head because they don’t know what in Merlin’s name just left your mouth.” Lilith held a hand to her chest, while she laughed, “How frightening.”

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“I don’t think I appreciate it being this hot already.” he mused, skimming a stone along the surface of the lake before him. “I mean, a little bit of heat is fine, but today is just borderline too much.”

Lilith rolled her eyes, nothing playful looking about it, even if it was how it was originally intended. “A little heat has you frazzled? How are you going to manage when we’re sent to hell?”

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lucinda was bored out of her mind at the library; she was already failing one or two of her classes, but for some reason the girl found it unable to focus on the exhaustingly boring book in front of her. suddenly she got a new idea and took out a deck of cards out of her bag, shuffled them and sprawled them on the table in front of her. her muggle friends in london did teach her a thing or two; it was somewhat of a party trick but luci didn’t see the harm in doing it right now. she had gotten better in reading the cards lately. “pick a card.” the brunette urged the person sitting in front of her, lips spreading upwards into a smile. “go on – they won’t bite.”

Lilith leaned forward, an unimpressed brow raising as she pursed her lips. She placed a finger on a card, running a perfectly manicured nail against it, “I don’t take kindly to people predicting my future, because such magic doesn’t exist,” Life was a butterfly effect. Lilith could’ve walked past the library today, but only sat in because it was quiet, something that never happened on days like these. Everything was up to chance. She fully believed it. “You’re as reliable as a Muggle magician.”

( cisfemale | she/her | alycia debnam carey ) —— isn’t that LILITH WILKES? yeah that is them, sitting there at the SLYTHERIN table with those other SIXTH years. when sybill looks into that crystal ball of hers, she sees red lipstick stains on wine chalices, bubble baths that smell of lavender and citrus, hair bows keeping long tendrils from her face, clothes black as night, diligently scribbling away with a brand new quill. anyway i’ve heard they’re pretty DEDICATED, METHODICAL, and FORTHRIGHT. apparently they’re a DEATH EATER and PUREBLOOD but i’m sure that’s not related.