#babellaby

Womping Willow: One of our muses has greatly upset the other muse:

The snow was falling to the ground in Hogsmeade and the Three Broomsticks was bustling with foot traffic. People were all looking for a way out of the snow and into the warmth provided by the inn. Because of that, it was extremely crowded and the room was warmer than usual. Jesse and Bella had gotten a booth in the corner, tucked away from prying eyes and while she sat and warmed up, Jesse got them drinks. He returned with two glasses of mulled mead, setting one down in front of her as he sat. 

“You’re quiet,” he observed after a moment, taking a sip of his drink and watching her. 

She shrugged and agreed, “I am.” 

Okay. So I fucked up. He held back his sigh, because the last thing he wanted to do was make Bella even more upset than she already was by sounding like he was annoyed by whatever was bothering her. “What did I do?”

“You’re seriously asking me this?” She took a sip of mulled mead and rolled her eyes. “Just forget it, Jesse. I don’t want to talk about this.” As she spoke, she moved away from him, sliding to the other side of the booth and completely ignoring his eyes. 

He leaned forward a little, covering her hand with one of his before she jerked it away and his hit the table. “I can’t fix it if you won’t tell me what’s wrong.” 

“What’s wrong,” she hissed, voice raising and drawing attention to their table. All eyes were on them suddenly, prepared to watch a fight or a break up or to see Bella hex him with something particularly nasty. (Jesse wouldn’t put it past her.) When she spoke again, she had at least gotten control over her volume. “What’s wrong is that last night, I had to deal with you, high off your ass on Muggle drugs.” 

“Oh.”

“You know I don’t like that shit. I especially don’t like it near me and yet, my boyfriend goes out of his way to smuggle them into the castle.” She stood up quickly, leaving almost an entirely full glass on the table.

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Sorting Hat: After being separated, our muses are reunited.

The Battle Of Hogwarts. People laid around Fern, injured or dying, student or Death Eater. She refused to look too closely at any of them, afraid she would see the body of someone she cared about. But really, she only cared about one person and none of them had the telltale curls that Kai had, so relief went through her for a short minute. It didn’t last long before there was another Death Eater that turned it’s wand on her and before Fern could even stop herself, not that she wanted to, the words came out, there was a flash of green light, and the Death Eater fell. The courtyard was clear and she didn’t know whether to laugh in shock or throw up. It looked like it was going to be a mix of both. Blood ran down her face from a gash in her forehead, rubble surrounded her from spells being dodged and bodies hitting walls with enough force to kill. She glanced around, trying to make sense of it all and wiped the blood from her cheek, smearing it with the back of her hand.

Then there was an armistice. An hour to bury their dead and treat their wounded. Fern took off running, looking at everyone she came across to make sure. Peace washed over her every time she saw a body that wasn’t his but for every living person she came across that wasn’t Kai, fear spiked in her. There was no way he was dead. Absolutely no way. She wouldn’t accept that. 

It wasn’t until she made it to the Great Hall that she saw him. He was sitting down, being treated for a gash in his arm. Fern was so relieved she almost cried and when Kai saw her, he stood. He wasn’t prepared for Fern to almost knock him to the ground with a hug. “I was so worried something happened to you,” she practically sobbed in his ear. As of right now, she was never leaving his side again. 

“I’m fine,” he promised, over and over again, pulling back to look her over and make sure she was okay. “Fern, you’re bleedin’.”

“I don’t care.” She didn’t. The blood was the least of her worries. Despite having Kai right her, in front of her where she could see him, touch him, and feel his heartbeat, her own was still thrumming in her chest. “I don’t know what I would have done if something happened to you.” 

   Tilting her head she regarded the blonde again, what she had said left Veronica more confused than she had ever been before. “You have to be confused, that’s the only way you make any sense.” Still, taking a deep breath she struggled not to laugh in the other’s face. “Because if you’re not confused, well then you’re stupider than I thought. After all, I’m not the one living of the mercy of someone else, am I? I’m not the one who has no career, no prospects, but fine, you don’t want my help? You don’t have it, not now, not never. Just remember, when you’re ruined you know? I tried to be nice. But you gave me no choice.” As she spoke her eyes filled with a predatory glint, it wasn’t often Veronica offered an olive branch, and to have one refused this way made her angry.

She had offered to help Bella and the other had refused.

Now?

She was going to enjoy seeing the other one burn.

💬 When did my muse go on their first date?

Answered here.

🎆 Is my muse into monogamy?

Answered here.

💲 Would my muse ever date/marry/sleep with someone because they were rich?

🌟 What is my muse’s sexual/romantic orientation?

Heterosexual but very very very demiromantic.

💯 What is my muse’s ideal date?

Staying in with champagne and expensive german chocolate, watching telenovelas and making fun of the acting even though she is more than like 39045798% into it.

👎 Would my muse ever cheat on their partner?

Send ♬ for a childhood headcanon.

Young Tasha had realistic goals for herself. While she loved to sing, she never expected anything to come of it, hadn’t even intended to run the gamut of a singing hopeful. Tasha had planned on being a nurse, to graduate high school and attend community college until she could take her NCLEX. It would’ve been a satisfying life, paid the bills and put food on the table. Sometimes now, as she nibbles on caviar and indulges in $1,250 shoes, she wonders where nurse Tasha would be, if she’d be happy.

Send ★ for a talent headcanon.

Forget chart toppers and love ballads, Tasha loves singing lullabies. Songs that she used to sing in church, goofy rhymes made up on the spot and old classics, she’s sung them all to her goddaughter, Addie. Eventually, one day, maybe Tasha’d like to sing them to her own daughter.@evielarkspur 

Send ❀ for a crush my muse has had.