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The last shift at Gusteau's had been rough. Nani was pretty resilient, she felt, but the last seven hours of running her butt around the restaurant had destroyed the last vesitges of her patience.

Hurling her apron into the washer, Nani snatched her bag out of her locker and stomped to the park, throwing herself down on a bench and tilting her head back to suck in the fresh air.

Sighing, she lowered her gaze to the people walking past, trying to avoid eye contact.

Huffing, she snapped her notebook closed and glared at the display, staring it down as if staring might give Ambrosia the fight she needed to survive. But her stare was proven futile when moments later a canon sounded. "A fucking wave, seriously?" She muttered with a roll of her eyes.

“So. That little redhead at the dinner party tonight. Who was she exactly?” Vera asked briskly before he’d barely had time to take his jacket off. No, she wasn’t jealous. She just had little tolerance for other people touching her things. Tonight at the dinner party his mother hosted, the little redhead in question had done a lot of touching. To say Vera was less than impressed about watching the young girl fawn all over him would be an understatement. But she was most certainly not jealous. Hypocritical because she was the one who was married? Yes. But jealous? Never. She merely didn’t like sharing.  “I only ask because she seemed quite fond of you.”

[[ open starter for a party of 1~ ]]

Now that it was finally starting to warm up a little, sunshine playing among the leaves and turning fresh grass into green brighter than gemstones, the little animals who lived in the park were finally coming out to play. Collecting her series of aquatic animals had been almost stupidly easy. As soon as she had brushed against one back home at the aquarium, it was just a matter of time to collect them all, so to speak. Yako had brushed against octopuses and sharks and squids and eels and fish in every shade of the visible spectrum of color. She had even brushed against some of the more mysterious creepers of the deep. She could transform into a crab or a dolphin or even a whale if she was so inclined.

But the creatures of the sky had so far evaded her.

Sure, she could turn into parrots (they weren’t uncommon pets) and pigeons (who were slow and stupid and easy to at least touch if not catch), but the rest of the wild birds were out of her grasp. She had no interest in hunting them, either. Why would she want to harm or kill a sparrow just so she could transform into it? That would be cruel.

Which was the reason she was now crouched several feet away from a couple of sparrows who were feasting on some seeds and worms apparently hidden in the dirt.

“Hey,” Yako murmured to someone who happened to be nearby, “do you know anything about getting birds to like you?”

(( OPEN STARTER!! :D ))

Despite the fact that his pants were rolled up nearly to his knees, they were obviously soaking wet up through his thighs. Honestly, Jimin was surprised that more of him wasn’t wet. By rights, he should have fallen fully into the water by now and soaked his entire self. But for now it was still just most of his pants. They clung to his legs in a way that would be uncomfortable later, but actually wasn’t so bad while the fabric floated freely in the water.

In an improvised little basket made of the lower half of Jimin’s shirt were an assortment of shells. There weren’t too many just yet, but the ones he had found were all different shapes and size. Maybe it was the magical qualities of the island or maybe the island sat in just the right place in the ocean, but his shirt-basket already held a sleek sand dollar, a particularly small but terribly cute conch shell, a pair of clam shells that obviously didn’t belong together, and a nicely striped scallop shell. Jimin had only bothered to pick up the pristine shells, free of any cracks or missing pieces, as he intended to give the shells away as gifts to his brother and his friends.

name: shelagh o’dowd gender & pronouns: utp house: gryffindor blood status: muggleborn extra curricular: head girl fc: natasha liu bordizzo, adeline rudolph, moon gayoung role: open

a closet full of hand-me-downs. a delicate crucifix on a chain, worn proudly at home and tucked under your robes at school. chin held high. countless aunts and uncles cooing about how pretty you’ve become, never considering that you might be more. color-coded notes. perfect, tiny handwriting. politely refusing to try firewhiskey. always thorough, always expecting the most from yourself. a stack of books beside your bed. no mercy for bullies or malicious rule-breakers. spite, lots of it. pride and certainty in everything you do. making friends with everyone, but still feeling alone.

rosalyn ewhurst → your magnetic personality caused you to be friendly with most people when you first came to hogwarts, but you and rosalyn bonded on an entirely different level. both driven and passionate, you were attached at the hip for years. when rosalyn grew burned out in your fourth year, you were there for them through it all --- but it reached a point at which they directed their anger toward your successes. when you were made prefect, rosalyn’s lack of support finally led to a falling out. you were heartbroken to lose them, but you won’t apologize for achieving the very things you’ve worked so hard for. 

susanna hesleden → your fifth-year relationship was fleeting, both of you knew it even at the time. the romance fizzled after a few months, leading to a breakup that was more awkward than painful for either party involved. since then, however, you’ve been pleasantly surprised to find that susanna makes a far better friend than girlfriend for you. the two of you have a comfortable, easy back-and-forth, and you’ve shown them the more vulnerable parts of yourself that you keep hidden from others. you suppose, since losing rosalyn, they’re probably the closest friend you have.