𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐎 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐒

“There’s no use,” she exclaimed in defeat as she twiddled with the the edge of her robe, she had wondered just a few seconds away from her bag and it had puffed away in the air. It didn’t matter how long she looked all over the great hall it was nowhere to be found, at first she had thought of it as a joke, then she realized it was more than likely an act to target her, like they had done in the past year. “No reason to cry over spilled milk, it will either turn out or I might be able to find a new one next time we go to town.” She was mostly sad for the contents of the bag, than the bag itself, her homework and her tarot cards.

Location: Corridor leading to the Great Hal from the Dungeons

Time: Morning

With: OPEN!

Breakfast could be tediously informal at Hogwarts, with no set time and even a loosening of the usually enforced House Table only dining. Not that Regulus expected to much have to deal with those outside of his bubble. Generally, he did not give off an air that suggested merely anyone could just approach him. Instead he swept through the halls, head held high, his pace long and his eyes refusing to linger on anyone least they fall upon a mudblood. He only paused briefly to straighten his appearance just shy of entering the Great Hall itself. In that brief pause, Regulus noticed a presence watching him.

location: outside the duelling club room

“I  will  give  you  your  wand  back  after  you  admit  it.”  Her  words  left  slow  and  purposeful  through  smirking  lips  in  full  jest  as  she  held  the  foreign  object  out  of  reach.  It  felt  strange  in  her  hand,  not  like  it  belonged  there,  like  all  of  her  spells  would  just  cast  a  little  bit  wrong.  But  it  was  calmer,  not  the  electricity  that  her  own  brought  even  as  it  was  tucked  away  in  her  sleeve,  resting  gently  against  her  forearm.  No  sparks  from  emotions,  no  singed  sleeves  and  yet  the  control  wasn’t  there  with  this  tool.  But  that  wasn’t  the  point.  No,  the  point  was  duelling  today  had  gone  particularly  well  and  Marlene  felt  good,  genuinely  exhilarated  by  nearly  blasting  a  whole  in  the  wall  which  was  only  semi-intentional  -  just  to  know  she  could.  But  another  part  of  her  wanted  to  run  off  and  tell  Lily;  Merlin,  she  even  wanted  to  send  an  owl  home.  But  the  latter  of  those  intentions  faded  with  the  glory  of  gloating.  “Say  it,  love.  I  know  I’m  brilliant,  I  know,  I  know.  Brilliant  and  strikingly  pretty.  And  the  wand  is  yours  again.”

where :  hogwarts  grounds  !

❛   i  like  care  of  magical  creatures  ,  really  i  do  .   ❜  siena  insists  ,  and  it’s  true  .  of  all  her  classes  ,  care  and  herbology  have  to  be  her  favourites  .  except  for  a  few  simple  facts  .  ❛   but  —  um  ,   ❜  a  pause  ,  the  witch  tugging  at  her  fingers  .   ❛  we’re  studying  thestrals  ,  but  unless  i  plan  to  watch  someone  die  first  -  i’ve  no  hope  of  seeing  them  ,  if  .  .  .  if  they  even  do  exist  .   ❜

( starter open to any & everyone —— !​​ )

          ☁️          “ come now, listen close —— ” with a gentle smile upon his lips, xenophilius’ voice sings with the delicate warmth of pink cherry blossoms in early spring ; the ravenclaw crouched down before a first year hufflepuff who he had found crying in a corner of one of the castle’s more neglected corridors. “ i know you miss your mother ; it must be difficult being so far away from her for the first time like this, hm ? —— ” here, xenophilius produces a handkerchief from the pocket of his trousers, offering it the boy’s way ; his brown eyes warm enough to melt the coldest of stars. 

         “ but you know, it seems to me like you might have a small family of wrackspurts clouding your mind. ” the ravenclaw utters next, smiling gently as he watches the hufflepuff’s gaze pool with a curiosity. “ they’re pesky little fellows who often take up residence in the little droplets of sadness which collect in the shell of our ears —— burrowing there and making any of our sorrows feel quite burdensome. however ( ! ) very thankfully, wrackspurts can be dispelled with a combination of a warm glass of milk and honey, a long stroll in the afternoon sunlight, and through spending time with those that we have love in our heart for —— friends, family, animals, and the like. ” xenophilius’ words tumble from his lips with the sweetness of honey dripping from a honeycomb. “ what do you say ? do you think you could give those things a try ? ”

barty crouch junior walked through king’s cross station alone. he tried to force a smile on his face, but he couldn’t right now. neither of his parents were here to see him off. it was expected at his father wouldn’t show up, but his mother too?  granted they weren’t fond of his affiliations. soon he would be fine, barty reassured himself, soon he’d be with friends and all the stuff back home won’t matter. deep breath in, hold, exhale. let’s do this. 

   tap              tap                                       tap               tap                                          tap

       he  had  a  melody  in  mind                 simplistic   ,   albeit  beautiful               the  boy  blissfully  unaware  of  how  repetitive  tapping  against  a  tabletop  might  be  perceived  as  annoying   .   had  it  been  a  piano  ,   the  reaction  would  have  been  a  lot  different   (   or  so  he  would  hope   )    .   with  a  nonchalant  upward  glance   ,    he  matched  his  violet  gaze  with  the  eyes  of  another  student   .   oops   .   lifting  up  his  hands  in  mock  surrender   ,   he  chuckled  breathlessly   .   “   apologies    .    don’t  even  realize  i’m  doin’  it  .   ”

        he  sat  alone   ,   perched  on  a  stone  half-wall  with  his  back  against  a  pillar   .   the  snake  was  wildly  underwhelmed  by  his  morning   .   it  was   ‘   same  shit    ,   different  day    ’    syndrome   ,   and  he  was  seconds  away  from  flicking  his  still  lit  blunt  in  a  nearby  bush  just  to  bring  about  some  variety   .  but  as  he  measured  the  consequences  of  starting  a  random  fire  he  would  refuse  to  extinguish   ,    a  figure  blocked  what  little  sunlight  warmed  his  skin   .    rabastan  didn’t  look  up   ,   not  really  giving  a  shit  who  it  was  as  he  finally  lifted  the  blunt  in  a  peace  offering   .    the  implication  was  obvious   :   take  a  hit   .   “    …   or  you  can  fuck  off  .   ”    

She knew avoiding her former best friend was going to be a lot more difficult in the castle, which was so much smaller and where they had so many classes together that she couldn’t skip out on, but the thought didn’t feel nearly as daunting with the support from her friends to fall back on. 

Though, of course, there would be plenty of people who would be the opposite of welcoming. She wasn’t naïve enough to not realize that Professor Ambarella’s disappearance was far from innocent, and some of the more vocal blood purists had been already proclaiming what they hoped had happened to the muggleborn. Lily had handed out a whole host of detentions before term even started, but she wasn’t sure that would make much of a difference. 

Shaking herself out of her depressing thoughts, she quickly picked up the pace, eager to get to the Great Hall to watch the Sorting Ceremony and catch up with her mates that she hadn’t seen in the prefects compartment. Unfortunately, she must not have been paying enough attention, because she almost immediately crashed into someone and only barely stopped herself from tumbling to the ground. “Are you alright?” she asked franticly as soon as she had regained her balance. “I’m so sorry about that, I suppose I was just overeager to get to the Great Hall.” 

“Been here for a total of forty minutes at best, and look at this sweet little thing.” She said bringing the flowers closer to her face to take a deep breath of the sweet scent of the flowers that had been handed to her a few minutes before. “A love sick second year gave this to me the moment I walked into the castle, almoat made me want to memorize his name,” she chuckled softly, “almost, not quite tho. They will look lovely on my night stand don’t you agree.” Cissa still had a that childish smile of hers as she looked around the room buzzing with students, finally lifting her gaze to see who had listened to her rumble of words.