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Rhea gives a little smile. She's not sure how she started this with Neville, or when, honestly, but she was liking it. He was new to her, a different kind of person than she's used to. Since she started teaching at Hogwarts as a Professor in elemental magic, she'd been slow to meet other professors. ❝ Good morning handsome... we've got about twenty minutes until our classes start. ❞
@almostchosen / “Mmm, good morning to you too.” Rhea
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@almostchosen said: “Isn’t this puppy adorable?” to HANNAH!
“he is, and so is this one.” she says, giggling as she tries to keep the puppy from scrambling out of her lap. sitting cross-legged in the grass, warm in the sunlight, with neville right beside her, it’s the most at peace she’s felt in ages. since well before the war, at least. and though the puppies had been a surprise they’re a pleasant one. “i can’t believe you brought both of them home,” she says, leaning against his shoulder as she reaches out to scratch behind the ear of the puppy he’s holding. she kisses his cheek before returning her attention to the puppy in her lap, who she promptly lifts up and sets in the grass to let him roam. “i’m happy you did, though. they’re perfect.”
REBECCA PT 1 : ACCEPTING
@almostchosen said: You’re lonely too.
loneliness has been a truth she does not wish to face. to have it placed before her, clear as day, raises up hackles. makes her want to hiss and spit like a cat with ruffled fur, she does not want this. she does not want to think about it. her hands tighten briefly on the book she had been holding, rearranging the shelves in her office by order of time period rather than author, but when she slides the book home it is done quietly, composed. her fingers loosen, and she does not hiss. she barely even blinks. nor does she look back, chooses instead to turn to the next book held in the crook of her arm, hazel eyes scanning the titles on spines before her. “no,” she says, the low melody of her voice just loud enough to be heard. “alone, perhaps. but they aren’t the same.” she had been lonely before, there had been times during hogwarts where she had been so lonely she wished to swim away through the windows, through the lake, and away, but....now? now she does not know what she is, not truly. “loneliness is all in the mind, neville.” she does turn, now, just her her head, peering over her shoulder with the smallest of smiles. “one can always think themselves out of it.”
𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 against her chest. she can feel her blood course through her veins, feeling her skin become clammy. it doesn’t help that the corridor is dimly lit with a flickering light flashing on & off intermittently. fingers are curled into a fist as she heightens her stance, only to let a sigh of relief out of her mouth. she hastily whispers,
‘ --- what are you doing ? ‘
‘ nevermind that -- did anyone FOLLOW you ? ‘
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life had not taken her where she had always expected it would - - - she had never thought she’d end up here again, under the roof of hogwarts, teaching. had never expected that the interest she had taken in history so long ago, all those old books and older stories, those dates, those names, those timelines, all would add up to this. they put her in a classroom neither in a dungeon nor in a tower but somewhere near the center of the castle, a view of the lake shimmering through the windows, and somehow it felt right. she has been trying, all this time, to be different and yet remain somehow, at her core, herself. she has been trying to be better, which is why she’s heading for the greenhouses now, and the other professor who had been at hogwartrs the same time she had, just a year ahead. “neville longbottom?” she calls, peering through the stems and leaves of plants as she walks in. “are you in here?” her hands are folded carefully in front of her, she moves through the waving leaves as though afraid to touch them. when she finds him in the middle of all of it, she offers a smile that’s.....not shy, no, but hesitant. “you were a year ahead of me while we were both here, but we never truly met. i thought, since we are both teaching now, i should properly introduce myself. i’m astoria greengrass - - i’m here to teach magical history.”
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@almostchosen sent: 📂 📂 📂 📂 📂
📂 hannah learned how to make jam/preserves/etc with her aunt while visiting over the summers, and she loves doing it.
📂 while not a terrific cook at first, hannah was always very good at baking and breakfasts. the rest comes with practice/experience as she starts managing/running the leaky cauldron
📂 there is no competition between the leaky cauldron and the three broomsticks - the locations are too different, for one thing. rosmerta absolutely helped hannah out throughout the years, especially when she first took over the leaky cauldron, and they become good friends.
📂 hannah doesn’t like bitter foods, and can’t even drink tea without milk and some sort of sweetener
📂 she always smells of honey, vanilla, and something lightly floral that comes from her soap/shampoo
Send “📂“ for a random yet completely useless headcanon I have (ACCEPTING)
📂📂📂📂📂
Send “📂“ for a random yet completely useless headcanon I have : ACCEPTING
astoria is a night-owl by nature, made worse by chronic insomnia. she’s often awake late into the night, regardless of what time she needs to wake up in the morning.
there is an almost perfectly circular birthmark the size of a small coin on the back of her neck. it’s usually completely covered by her hair, but she isn’t at all self-conscious about it.
very curious and knowledge-hungry by nature. the hat seriously considered ravenclaw for about a moment before it settled on slytherin.
writes poetry, though she has never shown it to another soul.
can play the piano and the harp.
@almostchosen said: “I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. I have tried.” to HANNAH!
how can she be so important to someone, she wonders? when her own father couldn’t care enough about her, after her mother died, to do so much as send a letter? (at the depth of her she knows that’s not the reason, knows how deeply his grief has pulled him under, but....) she doesn’t quite know how to be so important, not even to one person. what if she messes it up? what if she does something wrong and hurts him again? she’s done it once, after all, without even realizing it, what if....
she takes a breath, and though that first one shakes the next is steadier. and then she takes his hand, her own fitting with his as though it was always meant to. “you don’t have to,” she says, gently squeezing his hand. “i promise.”
DEATHLESS: ACCEPTING
