#astorxa

❤ what my muse looks for in a person they like.

flora herself doesn’t quite know that answer, as it’s varied so much. it almost looks like she doesn’t specifically search for something but is a creature of whims and random feelings - her far too long a list of people she’s loved, befriended or pined over has very little threads trying it all together. i believe she hasn’t matured enough yet to know what kind of people she wants around her, but she can sense the time to start deciding is nearing. i’d say that, above all, she needs people around her who’ll go along with those very whims, should they lean more towards fiery passion or emotionally distant silence. once others start pulling her in a different direction, she loses interest.

☂ my muse’s favorite season or time of year 

very early autumn wins, always. it means a return to hogwarts, which is always welcomed, and darker days with rain and wind, which makes her writing motivation soar. yet it is still near summer, so most plants are luscious green and the cold isn’t that bad.

∞ if my muse believe in ghosts, aliens, etc.

She wears long sleeves and a sorrowful smile, and neither seem to be absent for long these days.

     The dark circles beneath Daphne’s eyes have grown more pronounced in recent days, her olive skin pale and her face drawn. There is nothing, nothing she can do besides wait, and commit all manner of unforgivable sins in the hopes that she can keep her sister from standing in her place -- but it doesn’t make it much easier to SLEEP. She shouldn’t have to do this, none of them should, but should doesn’t do anything when you’re in the middle of a war, and should doesn’t save you if you can’t save yourself.

     At least they have the Hogsmeade trips still, the semblance of normality that allows them to play at childhood. As if they have any right. As if they have any reason. What does she have left to tie her to childhood besides her shaking hands and the taste of bile at the back of her throat whenever she has to follow orders?