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marisol jacinto ayala // 7th year // hufflepuff
Culinary club && debate team && avid party-goer
Proud vegan
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gofiigureâ:
     đ˛đžđ˝đđđ°đđ  đđž  đżđžđżđđťđ°đ  đąđ´đťđ¸đ´đľÂ , wicked alecto carrow has a heart . though it may be cold , fragmented and generally un - alive , itâs there . but  as  a  consequence  of  recent  events  ,  it  was  currently in the middle of her throat , the serrated  edges causing pain to radiate throughout her whole body . itâs a familiar feeling . and it brings her back to that day , that moment . a moment which has just been publicly announced to the whole of hogwartâs student body . the chair screeches against old mahogany floors as she stands up , ripping the parchment where the hot pink ink had jut brought to life her worst nightmare before she stomps out of the classroom , face flushed with bright red fury .Â
      â out of my way ! â she doesnât hesitate to shove past a few first - years and punch through hufflepuffâs reserve quidditch team as she runs down the grand staircase , â you â â she grabs a passerby by the arm , nails no doubt clawing onto their skin . â where is lovegood and his pathetic posse of writers ? iâm gonna hex them all to fucking oblivion .  â
Marisol was calmly walking with the reserve Quidditch team back to Hufflepuff common room, mostly because they were more interested in how practice had gone than the gossip circling round the school. She knew how it felt to have everybody talking about something that she couldnât help, as someone who had been victim to such gossip before (two years ago, and she had since learned to embrace the entire school knowing that her dad had walked out on her and her mum on finding out they were witches and taken her squib brother away from her at the same time). As such, she didnât want to engage in all that drama.
Unfortunately for Mari, the drama found her in the form of the subject of said gossip punching her way through the group Marisol was walking with. âAlecto!â she called, even though she didnât really know the younger student well enough to talk sense into her right now. And yet, Mari felt the need to try. She chased her down the stairs and reached out to her to try to stop her from assaulting somebody else. âAlecto, justâ wait, you think this was Xeno? It wasnât Xeno, he wouldnât do this.â
fcrgottensâ:
honestly  ,  honestly  ,  laurie  doesnât  mind  the  vivaciousness  that  seemed  to  be  so  delicately  intertwined  in  the  years  of  teenagedom  .  but  he  has  always  been  an  old  soul  ,  who  preferred  quiet  mornings  with  a  warm  up  cup  of  tea  ,  some  marmalade  on  toast  and  something  to  read  in  his  hands  .  his  eyes  remained  fixed  on  the  words  of  his  novel  despite  the  commotion  around  him  and  so  caught  up  in  the  story  ,  he  honestly  barely  even  realised  that  anything  out  of  the  ordinary  had  gone  on  .  that  was  when  he  was  ordered  .  and  if  there  was  one  thing  to  know  about  the  edgecombe  boy  it  was  that  he  did  not  respond  well  to  orders  (  his  muggle  ,  astrology  -  devoted  mother  had  once  conjured  that  it  must  have  been  due  to  being  a  sagittarius  )  .  â  do  it  yourself  ,  climb  onto  the  table  if  you  must  .  and  if  all  else  fails  ,  youâve  got  three  other  tables  to  steal  coffee  from  .  â  he  says  ,  almost  monotonously  ,  expression  blank  ,  gaze  unwavering  from  the  book  .
Marisol liked to think she knew most of her Hufflepuffs pretty well. It was true, after all, what they said about your House becoming your family while you were at school and now that she was a seventh year she considered all the younger students ones to look out for and protect, even if she hadnât ever been given a prefectâs badge. The Edgecombe boy, however, was a frustrating exception in that he had never responded to all Marisolâs attempts at friendliness. âMy, my, we did get out of bed the wrong side this morning, didnât we?â she said, opting for a light tone to contrast the spike of irritation that she felt. âVery well.â She leaned across him to get the pot, no longer as worried about getting in his personal space as she might have been before and proceeded to pour herself a cup. âIs the book really that fascinating, or have you managed to accidentally get one thatâs cursed so you canât put it down?â
igzistsâ:
her eyes sparkle at the mention of the party , unnoticedly inching closer. â oh ? â she queries , lips still curved into a smile , before it presses down into a pout. â iâve been busy with settling in that i missed it. what a shame ! â itâs a faux show of displeasure because contrary to popular belief , petunia wasnât really fond of parties but attends one just for whatever spicy tidbits she could possibly witness. a laugh soon wipes away the pout , amused at marisolâs words. â really now ? well , anything fun happen at the party aside from .. well ! the party ? â
Marisol nodded, oblivious to the falseness in Petuniaâs words. âJust the first of many, Iâm certain. The next one, Iâll let you know myself so that you donât miss it. Assuming I find out first, of course. I expect you to let me know, too, if you hear of one I havenât.â She usually did have an idea of when a party was coming up, call it instinct or simply being able to notice certain patterns amongst the students, but she wouldnât admit as much. She hummed and shrugged. âThe usual. People catching up on more than just the summer. Over-indulging of every kind. Including olives, for some reason but we never did work out why. I just enjoyed the party,â she added, to convey that she hadnât been catching up on more than just the summer with anybody.
fenwickjrâ:
He nods, agreeing that the craving for olives is a strange one. Benjy straightens slightly, shoulders losing their slight hunch as he considers for the first time why exactly he was trying so hard to help. âHuh, guess I never really stopped to consider that I didnât need to help,â he replied, lips pursing into a slight frown as he thought about it. âThey might come back, I guess I can tell them then that I donât know where to get olives.â He considers the olive oil, head tilting slightly as he tries to envision the process of making olive oil before realizing he doesnât know how itâs made. âIsnât olive oil just the oil that olives were stored in?â he blurts out before really considering it further.Â
Marisol nodded sympathetically. âItâs a good thing! You want to help everyone, no questions asked. It shows you have a kind heart.â She patted him on the chest to punctuate her words. âOnly, sometimes a few questions can be good. Like when a stranger asks for your help with a strange task no explanations given and then leaves you to worry about it while they go off and enjoy the party that you are currently not enjoying properly.â She reached out, about to grab onto his hand and persuade him to let himself be distracted from the topic of olives when his question made her stop still with a bewildered look. âThe oil... no, Benjy, no. Itâs made from olives. Like coconut oil is made from coconuts and sesame oil is made from sesame seeds. You can buy olive oil on its own for cooking that doesnât have any olives in and honestly I hope it never has been used as storage if Iâm going to cook with it. Now really, come on. I think there was a mention of martinis? Donât worry, we can have them with a twist instead.â

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@frankunculus: shake things up
@frankunculus: ask them what's better
@frankunculus: ice mice or zebra hoofs. very divisive.
@marija: you know, that would be a fun session
@marija: i'm not sure how many would go for it but i'll put it forward just to see what happens
@bjcrouchaha: i had to read that twice lmao
@bjcrouchaha: just say yes to everything ig
@marija: you're underestimating how many options there are, not to mention the debate team's ability to turn everything into an argument even the perceived notion of somebody not expressing their true opinion in the name of getting a decision made more quickly
@marija: basically we've still got at least a week of this
aphrodisiansâ:
nobody wears judgement quite like she does, as scarlet red as the sunrise and as blatant as a white flag ( but, hestia would never surrender  â  ever ). with her books weighing down her forearm and a certified glance pasted onto her face, sheâs quick to judge her senior â someone who definitely deserves her respect more than most of these students do.   â every year is important â the most important yet, â  she almost sputters sarcastically.   â shouldnât you care about a well rounded education? â  hestia remarks, but she still picks up the pot nimbly, offering to pour it for her.   â i donât care if youâre hungover, just donât disrupt my education with your habits. â
Marisol blinked in surprise at Hestiaâs vitriol. She rankled at the judgement but she could at least understand that. âWhat makes you think I donât?â She shook her head, figuring she meant the partying. âJust because I think thereâs more to life than education, doesnât mean I donât value it. âWork hard, play hardâ: thatâs my motto.â Holding a cup still, she nodded gratefully to the offer of coffee. âFill it right up, please. I take it black.â A frown appeared on her face. âIâm not even in any of your classes...â she said, words slowing as her eyes flickered over the books the younger student held. Her voice dropped in concern. âLook, Iâm a Hufflepuff. I know the meaning of hard work. But sometimes overworking can lead to a bigger disruption than letting go occasionally.â
@marija: why is it every year the debate club's first big debate has to be what we're going to debate this is getting so predictable
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âBe silly, be honest, be kindâ Â Â - ralph waldo emerson
flxfelicisâ:
ââ  ⥠ *  when marisol walks into a room , heads turn , or tedâs does at least .  â  MARI !  â  ted  called out  ,  spotting  one  of  his  best  friends  from  across  the  great  hall â neither hufflepuff was at their own table , which ted took as a sign they both should be . he jumped from his seat at the ravenclaw table ( which was on the table ) and practically skipped over to his friend after a quick goodbye .
           âmarisol !â he called out again , almost singing her name. teddy threw an arm around her shoulder , catching the last bit of the conversation at the slytherin table .  âwe have coffee , too , mar.â  ted suggested softly.  âwanna go over with me and check it out?âÂ
A familiar voice calling out her name distracted Marisol from her goals and she turned her head, grinning when her eyes landed on Ted. He was easy to spot, after all. His chair was on the Ravenclaw table. âTED!â she called back, paying no mind to the others in the hall who didnât look so happy about them shouting across the room to each other. âGood morning! How are you this fine day?â
âWhat if theirs is stronger, though?â she asked, even as she let him steer her towards the Hufflepuff table. âI donât need any watered down crap, I want pure triple espresso.â
igzistsâ:
she watches with mild amusement , moving to pass her a pot when the addressed student does not. â honestly , i am loving the energy , â she comments , eyes crinkling as she smiles. the other slytherins give her a look before going about their business. petunia merely shrugs , turning her attention back towards the hufflepuff stray. â mustâve been quite a party if youâre showing up hungover .. on just the second day. â
Marisol practically bounced to join Petunia and poured herself a healthy-sized cup of black coffee. âIt was good! You didnât go? Up on the Astronomy Tower. Thereâs no better way to kick off the year than a good party, Iâd say. Although, itâs probably a sign of how long the summer was that Iâm hungover from it. I really didnât think Iâd gone that hard.â She shook her head, as if trying to clear it. âAnyway, if you think about it the second day is the perfect day to show up hungover. The first is just ridiculous but this early in term weâre not doing anything that we wonât be able to go over again before the NEWTs.â
aureliaparkinsonâ:
Aurelia was sipping a cup of tea when Marisol asked to be excused, and without even glancing her way replied, âYouâre excused.â They were hardly expecting the rambling that followed, but it managed to snag enough of their attention that they shifted to face the older student after placing her cup back down. âMarisol, is it? Listen, Iâm sure that youâre just looking to start off your day on the right foot but I think my tablemates and I would all prefer that you either take a seat or head over to your own table rather than interrupting our breakfasts.â She gestured to the handful of empty seats, âYouâre welcome to join us, Iâm sure. Just have a little decorum, dear.â
Met with being (mostly) ignored rather than at the very least somebody passing the coffee pot was one thing but the feeling of judgement was something she couldnât bear. Life wasnât supposed to be about rules or upholding some stuffy image or looking down on people for living the way they wanted to and any other day, in any other mood, she would just roll her eyes at those who thought otherwise and head back to the Hufflepuff table where people were less self-righteous and more likely to show a little friendliness. As it was, she took one of the empty seats gestured towards and helped herself to some of the coffee. âDecorum? Cute. Tell me, how was it in the 1800s? Iâm sure the lack of rights for anyone who dared to be anything other than a cishet white man was but a small price to pay for everybody fitting into the narrow lines of what a cishet white man had decided was acceptable behaviour.â
fenwickjrâ:
Benjy glad accepted the hug, pulling Marisol tight for a long moment before stepping back and grinning at her. âI â you know, Iâm not really sure what they plan to do with that many olives and they ran off before I could ask.â He turns back trying to see if he could spot the younger student in the crowd before turning back. âYou know, I think that would be kind of cruel. Maybe I could use a summoning charm to summon some olives, though I guess Iâd have to specify âjar of olivesâ unless I want olives flying everywhere.â He sighs giving the room one last glance before calling it quits mentally, at least for the moment. âWait â olive oil? Why would I want olive oil at a party?â
Marisol followed his gaze into the crowd, though she had no idea who the âtheyâ he was referring to was, nor who or what he was looking at. âHow very mysterious. I guess we all get our strange cravings. Olives isnât one Iâve heard of before, though.â She nodded her agreement, already feeling a twist of guilt in her stomach for even suggesting such a cruel action against the house-elves. It was a sign of how drunk she was that she hadnât thought that through more before saying it. âSummoning might be better, except now that I know you donât actually want them for yourself, Iâm wondering why youâre so fussed. They havenât even stuck about to wait for you to get them.â Her eyes widened when he questioned the olive oil. âWell, I donât know, but it makes as much sense as wanting five jars of olives. A bit of bread with olive oil and balsamic vinegar makes for a better snack, you know, because carbs are always good. Especially when drinking. I wonder how many olives you need to make a bottle of olive oil.â

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Where: Great Hall When: Breakfast, second day of classes Who: Marisol && open
Marisol groaned to herself as she walked into the Great Hall and headed immediately towards the first pot of coffee she saw, with no concerns as to whether it was at the Hufflepuff table or not. Her head was pounding and her next stop would have to be whoever might be able to provide her with a headache cure but caffeine was a higher priority in the moment. âExcuse me,â she said, planning to lean over the person in the way of her and her coffee but instead she found herself rolling her eyes at judgement radiating off some of the students sat there. âYes, yes, all the professors have said it. This is the most important year yet, but havenât all the years so far been the most important year yet? This is also my last year and that means I want to enjoy it and if that means Iâm hungover on a school day then so be it! Are you going to pass me the coffee or not?â
hauntedomâ:
âš Â Â Â Â â    .      :ă  đŹđđ˘đŤ.
one could make the statement,  spit out with vitriol & proclaimed with fervent disgust,  that   bellatrix  black  was  never  happy.  not for an innocent reason,  anyway.  & theyâd be right.  in fact,  bella herself would encourage this sentiment with glee;  if she could,  sheâd whisper it into the ears of each unfortunate soul within the hogwarts student body so that it could echo in their nightmares & clear a fear - paved path to classes in the morning.  however,  there was a notable exception,  & that came from the relative sanctity of the owlery.  this close to the start of term,  both company & bird shit was minimal,  though today salazar himself seemed to performing an unfunny bit for her from beyond the grave     [  âŚÂ ]     just as she finished giving lady her feathers stroke of the day,  a pair of footsteps announced themselves as a thundering,  intrusive annoyance.  like fate neatly ticking a checkbox,  thereâs a falter in the movement as one foot steps  -  & slips  -  in mockingly white goo.  without looking away from ladyâs red eyes,  smirk obvious in her voice,    âwatch your step.â
She knew her motherâs owlâs schedule well enough by now that Marisol was fairly sure the bird would be waiting for her with that first letter of the year. Most people didnât bother going to the owlery to pick up post, rather waiting for breakfast when they would all be let into the Great Hall. In fact, a lot of people didnât even think about the fact that the owls would arrive at different times of day, not all at once like that. When it came to animals, Marisol had never been most people. The mess of the owlery didnât bother her and she liked being around the other owls as much as her family one. More than that, she had a close relationship with her mum and she wanted to read her letter as soon as possible (no, not just because she forgot to pack enough underwear).
It was for that reason that she ran up the steps of the tower, only faltering when her foot landed in sticky goo, sliding a little way forward but thankfully not far enough that she ended in the splits or on her bum. She waved a hand dismissively once she had regained her balance. âOh, itâs nothing a tergeo couldnât fix. Do you have a letter too? Hello, gorgeous.â Though her voice didnât change in tone, the latter was directed towards owl that flew down to greet her rather than the other woman. She gave the bird a stroke and let it nip her ear as she untied her mumâs letter.