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international women’s week challenge  /  day three: i had the best day with you. yeoreum kim and her mother, minhye kim (nee shin).

There’s a pause, then, “Do you want to talk about it?”

She considers it. She can’t decide. “I don’t know.”

“That’s okay,” Yeoreum says. “I didn’t really want to talk about it either when my mum died.”

Perhaps this should come as a shock to Ella, seeing as Yeoreum has never mentioned it before now, but it doesn’t. Yeoreum speaks of her family a lot. Her father, her brother, her sister. She’s never mentioned her mother before now. Ella could only guess the reason, gathering she isn’t in the picture anymore, but knowing it isn’t any of her business to question it.

“And, I mean, I get it. Kind of. Mum was killed by Death Eaters, too.”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN  /  ao3 | ff.net

She doesn’t notice them come in, facing away from them with her long brown hair shielding her face. It’s only when Gabriel taps on the tabletop in front of her that she turns to them.

“Oh, Gabriel, hello.” Her gaze slides over to Ella. “Hello, Ella. Care to join me? There’s plenty of treacle tart to go around.”

“Thanks,” Ella says, straining to keep the awkwardness from her voice. She slides into the seat across from her, Gabriel following suit.

Ilaria watches as she takes a treacle tart and bites into it. Her gaze is unnerving, eyes slightly wide and focused, staring into Ella’s soul. She’s glad she sits behind her in most classes; she doesn’t think she would be able to concentrate knowing those eyes were able to see her for an entire hour.

CHAPTER ELEVEN  /  ao3 | ff.net

“I think we can rule out Filch’s office and other places like it. If the stone was in there, it probably would have been found by now.”

“So the most likely place is somewhere that isn’t used often, right?”

“Probably. So where does that leave us?”

Yeoreum sits on her knees, leaning forward so far she’s in danger of falling on the map. “We have all of the abandoned dungeons, the unused girls’ lavatory, the armoury, the trophy room, any of the random storage rooms, the unused sixth floor bathroom, the bell towers, the dark tower — sounds rather ominous — and the boathouse. That doesn’t include whatever room Malfoy circled on the seventh floor, or the Great Lake, or the Forbidden Forest, or the greenhouses.”

Ella bunches her lips to the side, examining the map intently. There is nothing on there to indicate that one option is better than the rest, and so it’s purely a case of needing to choose something that has her saying, “What about the boathouse first?”

CHAPTER TWELVE  /  ao3 | ff.net

“Whoops, hit a nerve, did I? Put the wand down, Creevey. You’re no match against me.”

She pokes the wand’s end further towards him. It digs into his neck. “We’ll see about that.”

Something he sees on her face must scare him, as his stance changes and he attempts to take a step back. His little followers are too close to him for him to do so. He swallows, the wand still so close, and changes tactics.

“C’mon, Creevey. You don’t need that.” He gestures to the wand. “I didn’t mean to talk about your dead brother —”

“You’re right,” Ella interrupts. She’s heard enough. “I don’t need this.”

She drops the wand on the nearest desk (Vesper’s, she thinks) and kicks Sebastian directly in the stomach.​

apparitions of the past angst because of course my first oc upload would be angst. i haven’t video edited in centuries please bear with me

oc lore meme  /   an oc with a tragic backstory. 9/? ft. aurelia carrow.

“If my mother was still alive and my father wasn’t in Azkaban, if Flora and Hestia hadn’t taken me in, I would have been disowned the moment that Sorting Hat left my head.”

oc halloween challenge 2021  ;  day two  --  couples costume / au -- ft. matilda vu & theresa burke as luz noceda & amity blight.

some aurelia carrow content because i am incapable of being productive, apparently.