𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓼𝒆 𝓱𝒆𝓵𝓵

         “   WHOA   !   ”   immediately,  his hands flew up in surrender and he took several baby steps backwards.  in all honest, scorpius never could figure out why she acted the way she did towards him.  as far as he could remember, he wasn’t rude to her or her family.  it couldn’t have anything to do with the fact that his best   (   and probably only   )   friend happened to be albus, right   ?   “   rose,  listen. i just wanted to know if you could help me study charms.   ”   he paused before starting again,  this time,  rambling more.   “   i’ve just never been that great with charms.  i’m incredibly awful when it comes to classes like that.  it   —   it’s completely fine if you say no and i understand.   ”   no he kind of doesn’t.   “   i really do. please, if you could help me   ?   ”

      as  soon  as  she  heard  the  footsteps  behind  her  she  turned.  it  seemed  she  could  always  feel  an  unwanted  presence,  especially  when  that  presence  was  a  blonde  haired,  good  for  nothing,  slytherin  boy  who  took  away  her  BEST  FRIEND  all  of  those  years  ago.  ❛  think  about  your  next  words  very  carefully,  malfoy,  or  else  the  only  thing  you’ll  be  having  for  supper  will  be  my  FIST.  ❜  

He hadn’t known if she would push him away. If she had, Mercer would have let her since he was invading her personal space and sometimes it was necessary to have that in moments of vulnerability. He held her with less hesitation once he knew it was okay, gently rubbing circles into her back in hopes that it would be soothing. And then he waited patiently for her to calm down, prepared to just sit there for as long as it took. “That’s okay…we all have them.” Sooner or later, even the strongest or most closed off people had their moments. It was part of being human.

Felix had been doing just about everything he could to avoid the somber subject of Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley being in the clutches of some mysterious, evil forces. It seemed to put a damper on the entire school. Even his house, known for their courageousness in the face of danger, seemed to be crumbling. So, out of everything Felix could do, he knew there was only one thing to distract people; pranks. Maybe not the most appropriately timed solution, but definitely one that could make people laugh or at least distract them for a moment. He mustered together his wand, a stack of books and paper, and a few other miscellaneous supplies from the library table he sat at before rushing off to the Gryffindor common room. Well, rushing until he heard the weakened sobs of a fellow student. He froze, not daring to take another step around the corner where the sounds were coming from. No, no, no. An abrupt shock, perhaps he hadn’t fully registered the seriousness of the situation. Outside his house’s common room? He felt panicked. He peered around the corner very quickly and carefully, feeling absolutely sick as he turned back behind the corner. His own quidditch team-mate, Rose. Even when she had broken her arm in a 4th year quidditch match, she hadn’t cried. He had been half convinced that she simply couldn’t after that incident. She was like steel, cold and tough. Until now… He had to think quick. Grabbing a piece of paper, Felix sunk down against the wall he stood against, folding here and there before grabbing his wand. His heart felt like it was stuck firmly in his throat as he muttered something under his breath, and off his creation went. A small, paper lion sauntered it’s way across the hall before planting itself firmly in front of Rose. It gave a quiet roar, seeming pleased with itself. Inside the magical note, he had scribbled a quick message. I’m sorry, I hope you feel better soon. Was all he could think to scrawl out.

       the  little  things  made  life  worth  living.  or  at  least  her  mum  said  that  whenever  she  saw  rose  upset.  there  was  no  one  here  to  say  that  to  her.  rose  weasley  had  friends,  she  had  friends  everywhere,  even  the  ones  she  didn’t  think  about  often.  the  little  lion  that  made  it’s  way  in  front  of  her  made  her  crying  stop  as  she  stared  at  it.  the  little  roar  had  her  reaching  out  to  pick  it  up.  once  she  read  the  note  she  looked  around  for  the  sender  of  it.  despite  the  tears  that  still  stubbornly  rolled  down  her  cheeks,  a  small  smile  was  on  her  face.  

Mercer had seen a bit of dark magic casted this year and thought that would be the last of it. That incident has been a mistake no doubt, had thoroughly scared him quiet for several days. Things have gotten better since then, but now there was this chill in every corridor and among the other students. Whispered gossip and others quick to shush the ones bold enough to talk openly about it because this was too much. The wizarding world had progressed so much over the years, but all those stories about the wars fought on these grounds didn’t seem so far away any more. It was like a storm–the daily prophet being the dark cloud looming over them. Now all that needed to hit was the chaos. Mercer wasn’t talking about it. He wouldn’t know what to say even if someone brought it up. He already knew what it was about when he saw her and he didn’t know if she wanted him there, but the blond had quietly approached anyway and knelt down to the floor. This wasn’t ordinary crying. It was heavy, like it had been forever since she allowed tears to fall. Mercer pulled her into a tight hug, not asking any questions. He held her close, prepared to stay like this for as long as she needed or wanted.

     things  were  scary,  but  what  was  even  more  frightening  was  the  idea  of  people  who  were  nearly  strangers  to  her  showing  her  compassion.  she  knew  mercer  enough,  enough  that  she  accepted  the  hug.  her  face  smushed  into  his  shoulder,  slender  arms  sliding  around  him  seeking  for  some  sort  of  comfort  from  a  fellow  human  being.  it  was  difficult  to  accept  for  her,  that  she  needed  this,  but  it  gave  her  heart  the  smallest  bit  of  hope;  not  all  people  were  bad.

lily first heard, rather than saw, her cousin. she’d left her favorite jacket - an old jean one of her mum’s - in the dorms, and though she was already wearing her dad’s old jumper, she decided she needed all the good energy she could get today, and so turned back to the dorms for it. upon finding her most mature, composed cousin in a heap on the floor, Lily heaved her up, muttered tenebris saeculorum at the fat lady with a glare, and pulled Rosie into the common room. Most everyone had headed off to classes already, so the room was empty, save a few older students that left at Lil’s growled ‘scram’. once she got Rose into one of the nice armchairs, Lily sat across from her, looking at her cousin solemnly. 

“honestly, i think a good cry sounds like a wonderful idea.”

     at  least  she  had  a  few  protectors  in  the  world,  even  if  they  came  in  the  forms  of  younger  cousins.  her  blurred  gaze  led  her  to  see  the  redhead  in  different  blobs  rather  than  as  a  full  person.  part  of  her  felt  awful  for  letting  her  of  all  people  see  her  tears  fall  down  her  cheeks.  she  raised  up  a  hand  to  brush  her  own  tears  away  before  sighing.

    terrified  wasn’t  even  a  word  that  could  begin  to  describe  how  rose  felt.  her  father  was  taken  trying  to  help  her  world  renowned  uncle  &  now  they  were  both  missing.  when  she’d  read  it,  she  didn’t  believe  it.  when  she  got  told  that  she  was  staying  for  christmas  break,  she  didn’t  believe  it.  &  even  when  she  was  sending  out  owl  after  owl  to  her  mum  she  still  didn’t  believe  it.  how  could  two  of  the  most  powerful  wizards  she  knew  be  stuck  in  the  crosshairs  of  war  yet  again  ?  it  wasn’t  FAIR.

     life  wasn’t  fair,  she  knew  that,  but  this  was  just  awful.  someone  had  to  be  playing  a  trick  on  them.  in  the  great  hall  people  had  asked  her  if  she  was  okay,  but  she  was  numb.  she  could  barely  hear  them.  if  her  father  &  uncle  were  first,  her  mum  would  be  next.  then  who  ?  her  grandma  ?  her  other  uncles  ?  her  aunts  ?  her  cousins  ?  even  herself  &  her  little  brother  ?  she  had  her  mother’s  knack  for  overthinking  things.

“Why does everyone keep asking me, I’m FINE.” James stubbed out the third cigarette he’d smoked in the last half hour and sighed as he played with the butt between his fingertips instead of getting rid of it, avoiding all eye contact. “This shit happens to Dad all the time, I’m sure he’ll be fine. It’s not the first time he’s gotten into Auror shit.” Sure, this was evidently a lot worse than previous occasions but James didn’t want to think about it because every time he did, he thought he’d throw up. “Staying here all Christmas will be pretty sick. I’ve never seen the Christmas feast before.”

          while the cold was welcomed, the cabin fever wasn’t. it wasn’t that teddy didn’t like being inside — he actually preferred it most days, but the students ( namely the first and second-years ) were a bit OVERLY fascinated with his color-changing hair, and no matter how hard teddy tried to hide it, the stresses of having homework up to his nose caused his stress to leak into his SELF-CONTROL… and as a result, his hair ( and occasionally a facial feature or two ) would change randomly, causing the young kids around the castle to gawk and ask questions — usually about his mom, which was NOT something he wanted to discuss.

             huddling inside a rather giant hoodie ( courtesy of his grandmother, who always seemed ot think he was much less skinny than he really was ), teddy was working on his CHARMS homework, which consisted of a short description of each of the new charms the class had learned that week. it wasn’t long until he heard a girl speak, though, and upon realizing who it was, teddy actually smiled. with a cheeky tone, he spoke up.  ❛ hold on — is that ROSE WEASLEY actually trying not to do any school work ?? merlin’s beard ! your mother would be ashamed. ❜

      at  the  new  presence,  her  lips  turned  upward.  she  enjoyed  the  company  of  teddy  lupin,  at  he  was  friendly  to  a  fault.  he  was  also  someone  everyone  knew,  &  it  helped  her  that  she  wasn’t  one  of  the  only  ones  in  that  boat.  as  she  thought  on  it,  her  lips  turned  into  a  grin.  ❛  to  be  honest  with  you,  i  think  my  mother  is  already  ASHAMED  of  me.  not  only  am  i  trying  not  to  do  school  work,  it’s  history  of  magic  &  she  would  hex  me  for  saying  anything  bad  about  the  course. ❜ 

James put his finger on his chin as if he were thinking hard about that proposition. “Hm, NOPE. I’m going to have to tell your mother you’re skipping classes. It would be against my moral high ground if I didn’t.” Realising exactly what the girl was about to do, he tried to run back but it was too late – the snowball had already hit him at full pelt, causing him to trip. “THIS MEANS WAR,” James yelled out as he battered his fists on his chest like Tarzan before picking up a pile of snow and forming it into a messy snowball so he could throw it back at Rose.

“I sure hope so, because that sounds tempting.” Katherine replied, letting out a soft chuckle. She herself had been studying for the better part of a week and she was tired of it. School was always exhausting this time of year and all she really wanted was to sleep and curl up by a fire. Although, anything fun would work at this point. Katie may have cared about her grades, but she also cared about enjoying her life. Her parents had always told her about how life could be short and you always had to live life to the fullest. “I just want to catch snowflakes on my tongue and relax for a bit.”

Despite hating the cold with a passion, James had always been intrigued by the snow. He felt like a curious kitten who had just come across snow for the first time whenever he ventured out into it and as it had snowed overnight, here he was, carefully making his way through the white frost. “Probably not, but that is exactly what I’m going to do,” James replied, the pink tip of his nose scrunching up slightly as he spoke. FUCK studies, this boy was going to stay out in the snow all day and do nothing else. The cold was horrible but the snow was too pretty and fun to resist.

         arms  crossed  after  she  fixed  her  bag  on  her  shoulder.  the  right  thing  to  do  would  be  to  SCOLD  james  for  not  doing  his  coursework,  but  she’d  grown  tired  of  doing  that.  it  was  as  if  she  was  a  broken  record  whenever  she  had  to.  ❛  then  i  guess  i’ll  join  you,  but  only  if  you  pretend  we  didn’t  skip  classes  to  do  it. ❜  

       (  ooc.  )   tori  here  comin  at  you  with  a  new  muse.  rose  is  my  child  &  below  are  all  of  her  stats  as  well  as  some  hcs.  message  me  with  plot  ideas  or  to  spitball  some.