#crelliott

                                                                                     but i know you too well.                                                                                                           @crelliott​ —

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      knockturn alley was once an area forbidden. not to say that she ever had anything forbidden, that eunice eom had family members care enough to follow her into diagon alley and warn her against the dangers of the wizarding world. no, beyond the care of her temporary guardians (responsible only for the trip to and from london), there wasn’t much of her life as a witch that was forbidden.

           that is to say, eunice wields untamed freedom in her grasp like a finely tuned weapon.            that is to say, they couldn’t have controlled her anyway.

      still, the infamous alley remained a world hidden till she was old enough. till magic became accessible at her fingertips, even outside of the castle walls. till the world cowered under her fingertips, all too versed in charms and hexes.  

          till now, the day she can step into the alley, heart beating steady against its ivory cage.

     it isn’t that she isn’t allowed. it is just the feeling of ease rooted in the crux of heart that refuses to let up.

      yet eunice is here regardless. defiant heart pounding while she ventures deeper into the walkway, past cobb & webb’s and right toward the ever popular borgin and burkes. had it not been for the ridiculous deal they had (and the fact that she seemed to work under a complete psychopath with a taste for dark arts), she would not even step foot into this steaming pile.

      not to say there hadn’t been curiosity (the same as it’s always been—since childhood, it would always plague her, drive her mad for the sake of knowing) and a sizable portion of spite (because far be it for her to settle for a denial of anything) that drove her here. almond eyes alert and wand clutched tight beneath her robes.

          she wasn’t afraid. but say she had a reason to—wouldn’t being a muggleborn be reason enough to be? 

What does your muse’s voice sound like? Is it light? High pitched? Scratchy? Deep? ☽

Hah! It’s pretty deep, but you can hear evident adolescence clinging to his voice. Think of a nineteen year old (which he is), who speaks with gracious formalities 95% of the time and a bit slowly since he didn’t consistently practice English until age sixteen. He never raises his voice, but he doesn’t speak softly, always firmly.

🏨  : How well does your muse sleep?

[ imessage :: eom taeri ] and what do you want me to do? [ imessage :: eom taeri ] save you? [ imessage :: eom taeri ] just say the word, eunice, and you know i’d come running [ imessage :: eom taeri ] give me one good reason why we shouldn’t be together [ imessage :: eom taeri ] just one [ imessage :: eom taeri ] because if you’re not over me [ imessage :: eom taeri ] and if i’m— [ imessage :: eom taeri ] [ imessage :: eom taeri ] why did we break up

This was torture, pure and simple, and it had to be really bad for Damien to come to this conclusion as he really loved listening to choir music. Unfortunately, there was much improvement needed from the members of the school choir. Or maybe they simply needed the guidance of someone who actually knew what they were doing.

He glances at Elliott, who is currently standing at his side, looking very unbothered by the atrocious sound. As a matter of fact, he looks quite bored and about to fall asleep in Damien's opinion, but who knows...Still, he has to ask:

"How can you handle this cacophony?"

There is no reply from the other student. He thinks that maybe he didn't ask loud enough, but he isn't about to ask his question louder either. That just calls for the choir to stop singing at that exact moment and make the whole hall hear him. That would be really embarrassing.

He nudges Elliott in the ribs with his elbow and leans closer to the other before repeating his question. He doesn't know if his fellow slytherin read the words on his lips or what, but his answer takes him by surprise: "I never said I could hear them".