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➡ — Aesthetic Septima Vector — ➡ — Fandom : Harry Potter — #septimavector #ravenclaw #maraudersera #harrypotter
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Well now they know @Septima Vector
    Os ânimos estavam conturbados há algumas noites, Hestia já havia escutado reclamações de Amos Diggory, com quem costumava trocar informações sobre os alunos, detenções, entre outras coisas. Nunca havia sido um problema muito grande separar os alunos de suas respectivas discussões, afinal, era um de seus deveres apartar discussões, mas, aquilo começava a deixar Jones um pouco insegura. Após o jantar, quando saiu para a costumeira ronda, Hestia esbarrou em dois alunos da Gryffindor, os dois extremamente apressados, pareciam fugir de Jones que automaticamente desconfiou, porém, ainda não podia fazer nada para detê-los, não oficialmente. Quando o horário para voltar aos dormitórios se deu, Hestia tratou de seguir os rastros deixados pelos alunos que esbarrara mais cedo, ainda não havia digerido aquela história e não demorou muito para encontrar alunos gritando, de primeira não soube decifrar quem estava ali, mas, logo tornou-se evidente: Um grupo de alunos da Slytherin provocando uma pobre e inofensiva aluna da Hufflepuff. Hestia os dispersou e depois de um breve discurso, decidiu por levar os alunos da Slytherin ao diretor, mas, o faria na manhã seguinte já que os ânimos não estavam tão amigáveis. Hestia levou os alunos até as Masmorras e se certificou de que estes permanecessem em seu determinado Salão Comunal, argh, aquele lugar lhe causava arrepios. Hestia fez questão de sair rapidamente dali. Os corredores pareciam mais gélidos do que antes, a sensação de medo a encontrou novamente. 'Vamos Jones, você sempre foi mais forte do que qualquer medo besta' Repetia para si mesmo, mentalmente enquanto tentava caminhar o mais rápido possÃvel, seguindo o mesmo roteiro de sempre. Deparou-se com uma figura estranha, coberta por uma capa negra que escondia o rosto, Hestia não sabia ao certo se a sua mente estava lhe pregando peças, se era somente a sua imaginação, mas, podia jurar que não se tratava de alguém conhecido. Quando finalmente conseguiu se recuperar do baque de ter encontrado aquela figura obscura, esbarrou em um dos alunos que havia mandado ao dormitório, ele por sua vez, a empurrou até a parede mais próxima, colocando a varinha no pescoço de Hestia. — O que foi Jones? Eu até diria que você encontrou um fantasma por aÃ. — O tom de deboche na voz do rapaz fez com que Hestia estremecesse por dentro, porém, por fora ainda tentava demonstrar a mesma braveza de sempre. — Qual é, eu pensei que vocês pudessem fazer melhor, tsc. — E não demorou mais de um minuto para desvincilhar-se do aluno, porém, ele fez questão de prensar o próprio corpo contra o pequeno corpo de Hestia. — Isso ainda não terminou Jones, nossa conversa não terminou. E para o seu próprio bem, eu não esqueceria o meu nome. — Foram as últimas palavras antes do garoto desvincilhar-se de vez e seguir o seu caminho, Hestia por sua vez apoiou-se na parede e respirou fundo várias vezes, em uma tentativa não muito certeira de acalmar-se. Seguiu em direção ao Salão comunal da Ravenclaw, e somente quando começou a andar teve a noção do quanto as pernas estavam trêmulas, de fato, ainda não havia se adaptado com as ameaças constantes, na verdade, não havia sofrido de fato uma ameaça, não tão direta e tão clara como aquela, e de fato, aquilo a fazia se arrepiar por inteiro. Apesar de não ter controle total das próprias pernas, Hestia forçou-se até chegar ao Salão Comunal, nem se quer pensou em subir até o dormitório, estava nervosa demais e não era justo perturbar as suas colegas de quarto. Sentou-se na primeira poltrona que encontrou, desabando na mesma e tentando controlar as mãos e pernas trêmulos, a mente ainda divagava sobre os momentos anteriores, de fato, nunca havia visto figura tão doentiamente assustadora, naquele momento, ela poderia jurar que o que havia visto era pior do que os próprios dementadores, se bem que o medo imposto por si mesma estava piorando as coisas. Hestia costumava ser uma pessoa bem racional, porém, não conseguia evitar de fato pensar no rumo das coisas, sabia que os animos fora de Hogwarts também não era os melhores, e os rumores sobre pessoas que possivelmente estavam unindo para propaganar o mal eram ainda mais concretos. Os pais de Hestia trabalhavam no Ministério da Magia, porém, eles nunca falavam sobre os assuntos que corriam por lá para Hestia, talvez por medo, talvez por proteção, mal sabiam que Hestia futuramente também faria uma escolha. — Eu preciso me acalmar. — Hestia falou para si mesma, ouvir em voz alta em alguns momentos ajudava a Ravenclaw a manter a calma, porém, nem aquilo parecia ajudar.Â
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Group Five: Proper Harvesting of Wand Wood and its Effect on Tree Longevity
Septima Vector: -sitting in library with stack of books-
Cypalicious: Cyprien: -makes way up precisely on time, intended to be early but got caught talking with Rod and being informed he wouldn't be coming because of something, looks through shelves, eventually sees her and smiles- Hey, Sep. -as approaching-
Petey-Wetey Kins: Peter: -not there yet, because he's Peter-
Septima Vector: Hey, Cyp. -looks up, brushes hair from face- How's it going?
Cypalicious: Oh, alright. -stressed because group, sits beside- How's it with you? I've missed seeing you, Charity told me you were on a trip or some such?
Septima Vector: -shrugs- It's alright, I was going to talk to my aunt about some things. She's nice. -strained smile, small laugh- But I'm kind of glad to be back.
Cypalicious: Ah... Which aunt? -curiously-
Septima Vector: Oh, Emily, on Dad's side.
Cypalicious: -nods- Ah, yeah. -knows of- What were you discussing, love?
Septima Vector: -shrugs- Just some stuff about my dad and mum, talkingabout all of that.
Cypalicious: -nods slow- Ah... Yeah...
Petey-Wetey Kins: Peter: -hurries on in, disheveled- Oh. Oh, I'm not late, am I?
Cypalicious: -looks to- Oh. No, not too late. Rodolphus isn't coming, by the way.
Septima Vector: -smiles- Oh, hi Peter.
Petey-Wetey Kins: That prat. -looks towards, smiles- H'lo, Sep. Haven't seen you in a while.
Cypalicious: -raises brows at "prat", takes out books and notes from previous session-
Septima Vector: Yeah, it's been a while. -closes book and pulls out new book-
Cypalicious: Alright, Sep, so we already looked up a few things... -pushes paper with notes over to her-
Petey-Wetey Kins: -sits down next to Septima, pulls out a few books-
Cypalicious: Ugh, I don't like not seeing you two. -moves around to sit across from both-
Septima Vector: Alright... -checks over list- I got the same things. -smiles- Also, here's some other stuff I found... -pushes over-
Cypalicious: Lovely. -takes other stuff, skims it- Ahh... Alright, yeah.
Petey-Wetey Kins: -looking to papers as they're passed-
Cypalicious: Which book were you using? -passes to Peter when finished-
Petey-Wetey Kins: -looks it over, nodding vaguely-
Septima Vector: This one. -heaves one up-
Petey-Wetey Kins: -raises brows- We didn't even see that one.
Septima Vector: -smiles- it's one of mine actually.
Petey-Wetey Kins: Never knew you were so ineterested in Herbology.
Septima Vector: -shrugs- It's alright. It's a nice niche in herbology, this section though.
Petey-Wetey Kins: I suppose...
Cypalicious: -not paying attention, looking something else over, perks up at "herbology"- Hm? Oh, yes, I think it's a fascinating topic. Actually. -quiets halfway, realizing how lame that sounds-
Septima Vector: -smiles- I do too, it's just not my favorite comparitively.
Cypalicious: No?
Septima Vector: Well, with Arithmancy and Ancient Runes, I like the solving a little more. But herbology is up there pretty high.
Cypalicious: -smiles, knows they both know it's his favorite and feels no need to mention it-
Petey-Wetey Kins: -shrugs- I don't care for Herbology.
Septima Vector: -uncomfortable- Oh. Well, at least we do. That way it will get done. Â -smile-
Cypalicious: -nods- Yeah... -awks-
Petey-Wetey Kins: I'll still work on it. It's just...not my favorite
Septima Vector: I er, I know, it was a joke. -smile- Anyways... so I think I'll do the writing and Cyp, you can do the plant cultivating? And Peter if you want to do that too that would be nice.. and Rod can do the oral bit. I mean the presentation. -small blush-
Cypalicious: -ignores awkwardness intentionally- Alright, sure.
Petey-Wetey Kins: -nods- Works for me.
Septima Vector: -smiles-
Cypalicious: But... What cultivating? Isn't our topic about trees? -smiles- Can't grow a tree in a week, I don't think, not a wand one, at least.
Septima Vector: Getting the samples, I mean. I suppose cultivating is the wrong word...
Petey-Wetey Kins: Do they have these trees in the forest?
Cypalicious: -nods- Yeah. And no problem, Sep, just wanted to clarify. We'll observe first, then, I suppose.
Septima Vector: -nods- Right-o. -too engrossed in planning to realise she put them alone in the woods together-
Cypalicious: Anything else to discuss? Can we help you with anything for the written bit, Sep? Is there any more research we can do?
Petey-Wetey Kins: -pushes the notes over to her again-
Septima Vector: Er.. if you just give me the data you collect and... -slides notes into pile- I'll take these for safety... Â and it should all be alright from there on.
Cypalicious: -nods- Lovely, sounds like a plan.
Septima Vector: -smiles, unreasonably proud-
Cypalicious: In that case, I suppose I'll tell Rod his job. Want to meet around nine tonight? I have Quidditch before that...
Septima Vector: -assumes he is referring to peter-
Petey-Wetey Kins: Nine? Yeah, that works.
Cypalicious: Lovely, alright. Want to plan to meet... Sunday? See how things are going? We should have enough for you to use by then, but it'll be pretty thorough by Tuesday, I'd guess...
Septima Vector: Sounds perfect to me. -nods-
Petey-Wetey Kins: When's this even due?
Cypalicious: Next Thursday. Week from today. -in which it is Thursday-
Petey-Wetey Kins: Then Tuesday will be fine.
Cypalicious: -nods- Alright. Everyone clear?
Septima Vector: Crystal.
Cypalicious: -nod- Great. -rises- I'm sorry to rush out on you, but I have prefect nonsense. See you both later. -le leaves-
Septima Vector: Oh. Alright. I'll see you later, then. -stands as well- Unless you need me, Peter, I'll head out too.
Petey-Wetey Kins: Oh. Yeah, bye. -to Sep- No, I'm going out, too.
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DEAR SEPTIMA,
Dear Sep,
I love you. So much. I love you with everything, all that I am. Please forgive me for those terrible things. I can't tell you how much I regret them.
I understand if I've burned this bridge permanently, but... I love you. And I want you to know that. No words spoken in anger can take away the love we shared.
Yours, CEAÂ
One Night / Septima and Regulus
Regulus led Septima up to his room. His veins were coursing with heat, but it wasn't for her. Regardless he had to do something to prove he wasn't exactly who and what he was. There was no one in the common room and no one in his dorm room. He sat on his bed and looked at her. "This alright?"
I Remember // Cyptima
Cyprien waited in the doorway to the grounds, leaning against it. He was going out tonight with Septima, as just friends of course, into Hogsmeade for a drink. An innocent outing, one he'd made with many friends over the years. Hopefully she wasn't overanalyzing this, but Sep was surely far too smart for that. Ravenclaw and all. He waited for her, early as usual, looking out on the grounds and watching the sky darken to night.