analytiic

[analytiic]

spelledfate​

           ──      all the years of shirking his duty and here he was again.    for weeks this day had been known to him, the culmination of preparation and family meetings had brought him here here:  at another estate, with another bride-to-be, at the beginning of another arrangement.  görücülük. courtship. betrothal. whatever it would be painted time around, the process had always been tedious and prone to failure where he was concerned.  even with the painstaking work of his mother, previous betrothals fell through before they really took root. the initial meetings were of utmost importance in any courtship,  and with the involvement of a matchmaker─an idea he scoffed at─there were undoubtedly more formalities to endure. so he donned a suit and prepared a gift, placating them with this veiled  commitment to seeing the courtship through.

he’s studying the grounds of the estate when the door opens and the show begins. corner of his mouth lifts, he bows his head ever so slightly before accepting the invitation and stepping over the threshold.     “     nişanlı.     ”     betrothed. amycus leans in to offer a greeting: the ghost of a kiss to each cheek, movements mechanical and yet familiar to a man of his birth. he lingers a moment to whisper before parting, a shift in tone for aleyna’s ears alone.     “     let’s get this over with, shall we?     ”    

he straightens with a knowing smirk, shoulders square as he produces a small parcel. earrings, chosen by his mother. empty gestures practiced many times over, little more than an act for the families who always seemed to be observing first meetings in some capacity.     “     a gift. for you.     ”

   (   *      ──     𝐨𝐡  ,  𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐚  𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭  𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭  .  of  course  a  son  and  daughter  of  pure  blood  and  turkish  heritage  would  be  viewed  as  the  perfect  match  by  the  outsiders  whose  opinions  are  valued  above  their  own  ,  of  course  she  would  have  to  be  all  smiles  once  the  announcement  of  her  betrothal  to  amycus  carrow  became  public  .  aleyna  is  engaged  to  someone  who  is  practically  a  stranger  ,  and  yet  when  she  stands  before  him  she  is  expected  to  welcome  him  into  her  house  and  hope  he  asks  for  her  hand  following  courting  tradition  .  she  knows  that  a  reluctant  heart  must  bow  before  the  demands  of  betrothal  so  that  her  lips  may  utter  a  loving  yes  with  her  family's  blessing  .

   (   *      ──     𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐚  𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬  𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬  𝐢𝐧  when  lips  brush  over  her  cheeks  as  lightly  as  butterfly  wings  .  at  least  he's  handsome  ,  the  most  girlish  part  of  herself  muses  .  handsome  enough  for  goosebumps  to  rise  on  her  skin  when  he  subtly  whispers  a  phrase  that  is  echoed  within  her  mind  .  she  raises  a  hand  to  stroke  his  cheek  as  softly  as  he’s  kissed  hers  ,  a  gesture  meant  only  to  keep  him  close  for  one  more  moment  so  she  can  whisper  back  in  a  low  voice  .  ❝  glad  we're  on  the  same  page  ,  aşkım  .  ❞  my  love  .

   (   *      ──     𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬  𝐚𝐫𝐞  𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝  𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡  𝐚  look  of  genuine  surprise  .  aleyna  knows  it  is  a  polite  gesture  ,  yet  it  pleases  her  nonetheless  .  ❝  thank  you  ,  amycus  ,  ❞  she  replies  ,  gently  taking  the  parcel  from  him  and  letting  her  gaze  linger  on  the  gorgeous  earrings  within  .  ❝  oh  ,  they're  beautiful  ...  you  have  exquisite  taste  .  ❞

[analytiic]

perfidiez​

people watching was an unfortunate policy made into a boredom - demanded routine — before, it was necessary for her to know just who to approach and how to approach them, so she may reflect them like clear water, but now, andromeda is but doomed to the tedium brought by the lack of costumers, as the patrons and shopkeepers from diagon alley settle in that weird stage between the bustling season of stocking up ingredients for the start of the school year, and the samhain. as aleyna breaks the monotony, she is all too familiar: not only is she dark haired and dark eyed, gracefully tall as andromeda herself had once been, her perfect posture seems to be tainted by the keeping of a secret andromeda could not help but to wonder just how deep it ran. could it be like her own, at that age ? 

her words are but a well - meaning warning, and it is difficult to keep the cheek from not appearing in her gaze as the black allows her eyes to wander across the files. “are those important? you ought to take care, miss macmillan. the paper tells us we are living in dangerous times — what if some odd sort of thief comes and takes those files away before you’ve made a copy? your boss may have your head.” or your mother’s, andromeda bites back from insinuating what may as well be the truth — it certainly was for her, in her time in the ministry. how deep the similarities run, she wonders? 

assuming genuine concern, laced with gentle curiosity, the eldest nods towards her own shop. “would you like me to give you a folder to keep those ? that may lend you some subtlety. or you can use my floo to return to your office, should you prefer it.”

  (   *      ──     𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐲  𝐢𝐬  𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐚  𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝  like  to  pride  herself  on  .  the  art  of  shared  gazes  that  can  turn  to  words  even  with  absence  of  any  sound  outside  the  brush  of  eyelashes  against  skin  ,  and  slight  gestures  that  speak  volumes  .  of  somebody's  character  ,  of  the  true  relationship  between  a  pair  of  individuals  .  yet  her  mastery  extends  as  far  as  her  physical  form  does  .  through  body  language  ,  she  feels  as  though  words  flow  from  gait  ,  eye  contact  ──  or  lack  thereof  .  they  speak  far  better  than  her  lips  could  .  because  when  trying  to  convey  something  false  ,  her  lips  stumble  over  the  simplest  of  words  ,  like  a  first  year  muggleborn  trying  to  cast  a  spell  and  tripping  over  the  incantation  time  and  time  again  .  she  becomes  tongue  tied  ,  only  able  to  spill  vague  words  and  half  truths  in  order  to  hold  onto  a  shred  of  her  dignity  ──  yet  when  confronted  by  a  gaze  that  is  sharp  enough  or  another  who  is  just  a  bit  too  insistent  ,  her  wit  fails  and  all  that  is  left  is  cowardice  emerging  in  the  form  of  terrible  lies  .

  (   *      ──     ❝  𝐨𝐡  ,  𝐧𝐨𝐭  𝐚𝐭  𝐚𝐥𝐥  ,  ❞  𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐲𝐧𝐚  attempts  once  more  .  from  the  way  her  voice  trembles  at  the  beginning  of  such  a  brief  and  simple  sentence  ,  it  is  in  vain  .  yet  she  does  not  yield  as  easily  as  she  previously  did  ,  standing  her  ground  this  time  rather  than  immediately  admitting  that  she  is  lying  .  she  has  been  told  that  the  contents  of  the  file  she  carries  are  confidential  ,  and  in  spite  of  her  better  instincts  ,  she  has  made  the  daft  move  of  walking  instead  of  opting  for  magical  means  of  transportation  .  ❝  ah  ,  yes  ──  dangerous  times  indeed  .  file  thieves  run  rampant  among  these  streets  ,  ❞  she  quips  ,  with  a  soft  smile  on  elegant  features  that  bestow  kindness  upon  someone  she  is  meant  to  shun  .  lightheartedness  fades  the  second  her  mother  is  mentioned  ,  much  like  the  rosiness  of  her  cheeks  ──  foolish  girl  ,  how  she  forgets  herself  .  aleyna  briefly  averts  her  gaze  .  ❝  i'd  like  to  take  you  up  on  that  folder  ,  mrs  ...  um  ,  andromeda  .  ❞  how  spoken  words  speak  volumes  ,  how  the  unspoken  can  speak  even  louder  .

[analytiic]

unforgivablle

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     ──  the  upcoming  festival  was  marked  with  many  a  memory  for  regulus   ─   trailing  after  sirius  as  they  tried  to  buy  as  much  candy  as  could  fit  in  their  pocks  ;  clinging  to  andromeda’s  hand  as  a  boy  and  watching  in  awe  as  the  decorations  lit  up  the  alley  ;  holding  his  baby  goddaughter  close  to  his  chest  and  feeling  warmth  wash  over  his  chest  at  the  pure  joy  in  her  shining  eyes .   the  autumnal  equinox  festival  was  sweet  nostalgia  and  sentiment ,   a  time  where  nothing  could  taint  the  precious  memories ,   not  even  the  harsh  realities  of  the  present .   this  year ,   though ,   had  been  different   ─   it  had  been  work .   not  quite  the  warm  comfort  of  festivities  past .  

   regulus  had  only  just  left  señor  domínguez  in  the  hands  of  a  chef  for  a  lunch  break  in  their  tour  of  this  years  vendors  when  aleyna  approached  him .   regulus’  eyes  shot  up  from  the  parchment  he  was  scratching  at ,   marking  off  the  vendors  they  had  seen  and  the  vendors  they  had  yet  to  see ,   a  furrowing  brow  creasing  his  forehead  as  she  spoke .  “  i’m  rather  busy ,   aleyna ,   ”  he  remarked  absently ,   looking  back  down  at  his  work .  “  i  can  tell  you  that  señor  domínguez  seems  quite  excited  about  his  collection ,   though  ─   if  you’re  brave  enough  to  bother  him ,   then  i’m  sure  a  ridiculous  feathered  hat  would  suit  you  well .   ”

    (   *      ──     𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞  𝐨𝐟  𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫  𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬  the  kind  of  horror  stories  that  ,  in  aleyna's  mind  ,  pale  in  comparison  to  the  reality  of  pureblood  children  ──  her  own  reality  ,  where  every  intake  of  breath  was  controlled  .  under  constant  scrutiny  ,  she  grew  under  the  gaze  of  beings  who  seemed  to  descend  from  basilisks  .  their  eyes  lethal  and  their  teeth  sharp  as  fangs  ,  she  was  raised  as  their  own  ──  yet  aleyna  has  never  carried  the  grandeur  and  sharpness  that  would  mirror  strength  .  she  is  an  untold  ghost  story  ,  if  she  is  any  tale  at  all  .

   (   *      ──     𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬  ,  𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫  ,  𝐢𝐬  𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞  𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐲  to  end  up  as  a  character  in  any  story  than  she  is  ──  he  is  far  more  noteworthy  than  somebody  who  willingly  fades  into  the  background  as  well  as  she  does  ;  a  thestral  in  the  night  ,  a  white  swan  in  the  snow  .  little  swan  ,  her  feathers  mimic  the  scene  behind  her  so  well  one  would  think  her  just  another  pureblood  lady  .  ❝  well  ...  that's  quite  rude  ,  to  be  frank  ,  ❞  she  replies  ,  a  furrow  in  her  brow  at  the  response  ──  they've  been  distant  for  a  bit  now  ,  yet  the  chasm  where  there  was  one  friendship  still  stuns  her  .  ❝  i  was  trying  to  be  nice  .    yet  apparently  ,  i  am  the  only  one  preoccupied  with  niceties  ──  whether  it  is  meaningful  or  out  of  polite  obligation  .  and  i  would  like  to  think  that  i  could  pull  off  feathers  .  ❞

[analytiic]

reosier​

The door to Rosa Lee Teabag had hardly closed behind him, the chiming of the bells still heard as wood hit frame, when Evan and his tea were accosted in a manner far too plain to be directed towards him. The scents of apple (almond, cinnamon, vanilla, ginger) wafting up from his cup wafting up couldn’t be appreciated. The clutched bag, containing the most decent choux au craquelin one could get in wixen London, forgotten as his gaze focused on Aleyna. Perfect. His teeth gleamed in the fall afternoon paling sunlight as he opened his mouth to speak. “Did you– I must be mistaken, Layna. There is no world in which I’m going to allow you to purchase something for yourself from Domínguez.” A hack. Gaudy and passé designs his Maman would turn her nose up at. Ones he might buy for himself out of spite– a cry for attention in a family far more concerned with the upbringing of one second son not yet a vagrant. 

Pressing a kiss to one of her cheeks and then the next, Evan paused to look behind her. His grin growing sharper when the missing man of the hour remained gone. “Think of his face when you tell him who bought it for you.”

    (   *      ──     𝐚  𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬  𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤  𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬  𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬  rosy  lips  as  gentle  kisses  are  pressed  against  each  cheek  ,  in  a  familiar  courtesy  that  is  so  often  tied  to  vengeance  .  her  relationship  with  her  betrothed  has  already  become  a  strained  one  ,  tensions  rising  with  every  encounter  and  bickering  turning  into  a  habit  .  she  slides  into  the  chair  in  front  of  evan  ,  wordlessly  welcoming  herself  into  his  company  and  raising  a  hand  to  order  a  cup  of  tea  for  herself  .

     (   *      ──     ❝  𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫 ?  one  would  almost  think  you  truly  meant  it  ,  ❞  she  teases  ,  though  her  smile  displays  that  her  words  are  all  in  good  fun  .  an  unlikely  duo  bound  by  mutual  distaste  for  her  beloved  fiancé  whenever  aleyna  finds  herself  angered  or  frustrated  by  him  ──  so  ,  practically  always  .  ❝  in  all  seriousness  ,  i  like  the  way  you  think  .  when  the  time  comes  ,  we  should  go  shopping  together  ──  for  some  pretty  ,  fashionable  domínguez  piece  in  white  .  maybe  we  could  even  look  into  something  custom  made  .  ❞

[analytiic]

veritied​

＊          she  is  not  as  much  of  a  stranger  to  the  celebration  as  she  wants  to  be.  wilkes,  despite  her  inability  to  admit  it,  has  spent  more  time  here  than  she  has  at  home    (   is  it  even  really  home  anymore,  if  there  are  no  plans  to  ever  return?  can  she  even  remember  it  the  way  she  thinks  she  can?   )    and  has  attended  this  festival  before  she  could  understand  what  it  really  was.  the  very  first  memory  that  wilkes  has  of  this  festival  is  painted  in  shades  of  pale  orange  and  ruby  reds,  colors  that  bled  into  each  other  and  brought  their  counterparts  to  life.  it  was  the  first  time  that  they  looked  at  the  color  of  blood  in  celebration  instead  of  disdain.  soon,  this  place  will  be  filled  with  the  colors  of  autumn    (   and  all  that  comes  with  it,  power,  death,  rebirth   )    and  in  her  opinion,  it  will  look  better.   ❛   i  actually  find  myself  more  enchanted  by  the  idea  of  celebration,  instead  of  spending.   ❜   they  remark.   ❛   though,  i  can’t  say  i  ever  look  forward  to  buying  anything,  anymore  –  i’ve  just  already  got  everything  i’d  ever  want.  you  know  what  i  mean,  don’t  you,  macmillan?   ❜

    (   *      ──     𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚  𝐨𝐟  𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧  ,  𝐭𝐡𝐞  other  says  ,  and  aleyna  finds  herself  silently  agreeing  .  celebration  is  ,  after  all  ,  a  mere  idea  ──  a  phantom  concept  that  her  fingers  cannot  fully  grasp  when  her  other  hand  is  chained  to  a  gilded  pillar  .  every  celebration  is  tied  to  expectation  .  the  right  behavior  ,  the  perfect  outfit  ,  the  charm  and  image  she  must  present  before  those  who  may  examine  her  with  prying  eyes  .  ❝  it  is  rather  enchanting  ,  ❞  aleyna  replies  ,  quietly  urging  herself  to  be  polite  .  it's  enchanting  ,  it's  rose  -  colored  ,  it's  a  dream  and  she  is  wide  awake  .  there  is  a  slight  yet  visible  wince  at  the  sound  of  her  own  surname  being  thrown  in  her  face  .  ❝  of  course  .  i  agree  ,  in  fact  .  ❞  she  doesn't  .  she  doesn't  .  ❝  yet  i  think  there's  nothing  wrong  in  marking  the  celebration  with  a  treat  .  won’t  you  get  yourself  anything  ,  wilkes  ?  what  about  a  nice  chocolate  frog  ?  ❞

[analytiic]

misfitsfm​

ARTHUR LOOKED OVER AS a familiar voice spoke to him and a broad, friendly smile spread over his face as he saw his co-worker from the ministry, Aleyna. He was only buying the bare necessities - even though Molly and himself both worked, with five mouths to feed, they weren’t able to be as extravagant as some others. “I think I’ll see whether his creations are anything I want to spend our money on.” he told her. “but I am enjoying the preparations. The children are very excited - so, that makes it even more fun.” he told her honestly. “What are you looking to buy, then?”

     (   *      ──     𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐨𝐰𝐧  𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲  𝐡𝐚𝐬  𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬  been  bound  by  a  prestigious  surname  rather  than  shared  affection  ,  which  is  why  the  warmth  with  which  he  regards  her  is  always  slightly  off  -  putting  .  new  ,  unusual  ,  different  ──  truly  fatherly  .  she  recalls  the  sight  of  her  own  father  sitting  at  the  head  of  a  long  dinner  table  ,  her  mother  on  the  opposite  end  ,  a  younger  aleyna  in  the  middle  as  they  sat  in  silence  and  barely  exchanged  glances  before  retreating  to  their  respective  spots  in  a  too  -  large  estate  .  ❝  i  could  gift  you  something  ,  ❞  she  blurts  out  ,  words  tumbling  out  of  her  mouth  unceremoniously  ──  like  a  child  offering  to  buy  their  father  a  tie  with  their  allowance  .  ❝  your  children  too  .  would  they  like  a  pumpkin  ,  perhaps  ?  one  each  ,  of  course  .  ❞  what  does  one  even  gift  three  children  ?  ❝  oh  ,  nothing  much  .  some  of  said  creations  ,  since  i'll  probably  have  some  events  to  attend  soon  . ❞

[analytiic]

𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀     *     ─     closed  ​​.

𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻     *     ─     the  macmillan  estate  .

𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗲     *     ─  @spelledfate​

   (   *      ──     𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭  𝐢𝐬  𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥  𝐟���𝐞𝐬𝐡  within  her  mind  ,  such  a  recent  wound  that  aleyna  has  been  unable  to  let  it  turn  to  a  scar  .  not  yet  .  not  until  she  has  processed  the  path  she  has  been  led  to  ,  and  that  the  cold  hands  of  fate  have  shoved  her  down  a  snowy  slope  into  a  future  she  always  suspected  ──  oh  ,  silly  child  ,  why  did  you  ever  dream  of  marrying  for  love  ?  marriage  would  always  be  within  the  sacred  28  ,  and  with  her  match  maker  and  her  parents  convening  ,  aleyna  has  been  left  to  nod  along  .  to  sit  in  her  bedroom  alone  ,  staring  out  the  window  with  an  empty  expression  as  she  awaits  the  arrival  of  the  man  she  must  marry  if  she  is  to  bow  her  head  .  she  has  never  done  differently  ,  she  acquiesces  in  the  name  of  security  .  

    (   *      ──     𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧  -  𝐭𝐨  -  𝐛𝐞  𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝  is  close  to  arriving  ,  and  aleyna  sighs  before  ensuring  that  she  looks  her  best  ──  practices  her  smile  ,  applies  a  touch  of  blush  to  turn  cheeks  as  pink  as  rose  petals  as  her  eyes  sparkle  with  a  faint  shine  that  still  manages  to  resemble  sun  reflecting  upon  frost  in  wintery  mornings  .  a  girl  ,  foolish  and  once  hopeful  ,  makes  her  way  downstairs  and  prepares  to  offer  her  beloved  fiancé  turkish  coffee  in  a  traditional  mannerism  of  courtship  .  trembling  fingers  hide  behind  her  back  ,  throat  clears  ,  rehearsed  smile  spreads  upon  delicate  features  .  a  knock  at  the  door  .  footsteps  carrying  her  towards  it  .  an  open  door  ,  two  sets  of  eyes  meeting  for  the  first  time  since  the  announcement  of  their  betrothal  by  their  respective  family  members  .  ❝  hello  ,  amycus  .  come  in  .  ❞

[analytiic]

𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀     *     ─     open  ​​.

𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻     *     ─     diagon  alley  .

𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗲     *     ─  anyone  !

     (   *      ──     𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧𝐚𝐥  𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐱  𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥  drawing  closer  ,  aleyna  slowly  walks  down  diagon  alley  observing  buildings  that  will  soon  be  adorned  with  decorations  .  admittedly  ,  she  does  not  enjoy  the  festival  ──  not  when  expectations  weigh  heavy  upon  shoulders  kept  alive  by  blood  of  silver  &  gold  .  grace  woven  into  limbs  ,  indifference  painted  across  features  that  wish  to  smile  ,  she  recalls  being  a  child  and  longing  to  run  as  hands  held  her  back  and  urged  her  to  keep  her  shoulders  straight  .  she  spots  a  known  figure  and  cannot  help  herself  ,  however  ──  approaching  them  to  make  conversation  ,  pushing  herself  to  defeat  her  introversion  in  the  name  of  polite  socialization  .  a  lady  .  ❝  enjoying  the  preparations  ?  i  have  to  admit  ,  i'm  looking  forward  to  buying  something  from  señor  domínguez'  new  collection  .  yourself  ?  enchanted  candles  or  pumpkins  ?  ❞

[analytiic]

“please take your wand away from my throat.” amycus 👁👁👁

     ──     oh  ,  how  he  was  a  way  of  making  her  nerves  flare  up  in  preparation  for  the  physical  pain  her  lungs  must  endure  during  a  conversation  with  amycus  carrow  .  she  does  not  grant  him  the  gift  of  hospitality  ,  as  shown  by  her  own  purposeful  lack  of  decorum  at  not  serving  him  tea  or  turkish  coffee  .  his  presence  ,  however  ,  never  comes  as  a  gift  delivered  to  the  front  of  her  doorstep  .  she  sits  here  ,  calm  and  courteous  (  as  a  proper  heiress  must  behave  ,  her  mother  has  taught  her  )  .  she  sits  here  ,  certain  that  he  will  ask  for  a  favor  ...  and  instead  ,  a  man  so  well  suited  at  creating  explosions  lets  flame  rise  .  this  is  no  cauldron  ,  aleyna's  entire  body  tenses  .  and  then  calmness  suddenly  vanishes  like  shattering  glass  .  it  sends  her  rushing  towards  him  ──  gentle  features  grow  hot  in  reckless  ,  searing  anger  .  ❝  tell  me  this  is  a  joke  ,  amycus  .  ❞    she's  drawn  her  wand  by  now  ,  points  it  at  his  throat  and  starts  backing  him  into  a  corner  .  she  is  ready  to  hex  him  at  any  given  moment  as  she  draws  closer  .  yet  the  calmness  in  his  voice  as  he  urges  her  to  remove  her  wand  from  such  proximity  only  fuels  her  fire  ,  and  she  ensures  that  the  very  tip  of  her  wand  is  digging  into  his  skin  when  she  whispers  .  ❝  make  me  .  ❞

[analytiic]

♡

♡  ──  romantic headcanon

     ──     aylena  is  terrible  when  it  comes  to  romance  .  just  like  she  cannot  lie  ,  it's  hard  for  her  to  conceal  her  feelings  whenever  she  has  a  crush  on  someone  ──  her  face  betrays  her  ,  blood  rushing  to  her  cheeks  all  the  way  to  the  tips  of  her  ears  ,  making  her  turn  pink  .  this  is  why  often  ,  she  will  let  out  mean  comments  rather  than  flirtatious  ones  ──  it  is  because  she  is  trying  to  hold  back  her  own  nervousness  ,  quell  the  butterfly  wings  brushing  against  her  stomach  ,  and  protect  herself  from  anyone  finding  out  that  she  likes  them  .  if  she  does  attempt  to  flirt  ,  it  is  through  tangible  gestures  like  small  gifts  or  acts  of  service  .

[analytiic]

BOLD ALL THE THINGS THAT APPLY TO YOUR MUSE ( HARRY POTTER EDITION. )

has  seen  a  unicorn  ─  has  drunk  butterbeer  at  the  three  broomsticks  ─  owns  a  wand  ─ has  caused  one  or  more  explosions  during  potions  class ─  has  been  bitten  by  a  werewolf  ─  knows  how  to  cast  a  patronus ─  owns  an  owl ─  owns  a  cat ─  owns  a  rat  ─  has  the  dark  mark  ─  would  join  s.p.e.w  ─  is  or  was  a  prefect  ─  is  or  was  headboy  or  headgirl  ─  owns  more  than  200  galleons  ─ passed  their  o.w.ls with  three  or  more  ‘outstanding’s ─ has  been  on  their  house’s  quidditch  team  ─  would  put  their  name  in  the  goblet  of  fire  ─  believes  they  weren’t  sorted  in  the  right  hogwarts  house  ─  has  chosen  care  of  magical  creatures  in  their  third  year  ─  has  tickled  a  dragon  ─  has  drunk  the  polyjuice  potion  at  least  once  ─  prefers  chocolate  frogs  over  bertie  bott’s  every  flavour  beans  ─ is  a  hit wix  ─ can  apparate ─  works  at  the  ministry  of  magic  ─ can  see  thestrals  ─  has  been  mentioned  in  an  article  in  the  daily  prophet ─ has  obliviated  a  muggle ─  suffers  or  has  suffered  from  dragon  pox  ─  has  been  sent  to  azkaban  ─  wished  they  were  a  muggle  ─ has  been  outside  their  common  room  after  curfew ─  has  had  something  valuable  stolen  by  a  niffler  ─ is  awful  at  herbology ─ has  sneaked  into  the  hogwarts  kitchens  for  a  midnight  snack ─ has  read  quidditch  through  the  ages  by  kennilworth  whisp  ─  has  received  a  howler  ─  doesn’t  know  how  muggle  appliances  work  .

[analytiic]

“Oh! What beautiful enchantments!”

     ──     she  still  recalls  the  time  she  told  her  parents  about  one  of  her  deepest  desires  ──  to  work  within  the  ministry  of  magic  .  the  way  her  father  was  quick  to  deny  her  ,  an  unlikely  opposition  to  aleyna's  dreams  when  it  had  been  her  mother  who'd  always  been  more  stern  .  it  was  her  that  aleyna  had  expected  this  from  ──  and  yet  ,  it  was  her  who  stood  up  for  her  child  and  gave  her  approval  (  though  conditional  )  .  still  ,  aleyna  now  gets  to  pursue  knowledge  within  archives  that  are  not  as  dull  as  she'd  imagined  ,  and  though  she  never  pictured  herself  making  friends  in  the  ministry  ,  the  other  has  become  an  unlikely  one  .  arthur  weasley  is  the  father  she  never  got  ,  and  when  she  wordlessly  waves  her  wand  and  kitchen  utensils  pour  ,  stir  and  heat  her  tea  ,  she's  snapped  out  of  her  reverie  by  him  .  a  smile  spreads  across  her  features  automatically  ,  as  it  so  often  does  .  ❝  aw  ,  thank  you  ,  mr  .  weasley  .  that's  very  kind  of  you  .  i  recall  you  telling  me  about  something  similar  happening  in  a  muggle  film  ,  right  ?  sleeping  beauty  ,  was  it  ?  consider  it  my  inspiration  .  ❞

[analytiic]

★ - sad headcanon

     ──     aleyna  truly  believes  that  she  will  die  regretful  &  alone  .  it  is  her  greatest  fear  ,  and  yet  she  views  it  as  an  inevitable  reality  ──  when  helpless  compliance  leads  her  down  a  path  that  defies  her  heart's  secret  and  repressed  wishes  ,  there  is  no  liberty  and  no  choices  of  her  own  .  thus  ,  her  inability  to  make  decisions  in  fear  of  becoming  a  disappointment  or  a  traitor  in  the  eyes  of  parents  who  have  raised  her  to  become  this  ,  means  that  aleyna  hasn't  been  happy  .  she  has  only  let  her  fingers  graze  happiness  back  at  hogwarts  ,  when  eyes  were  not  watching  every  movement  and  ensuring  it  was  the  right  one  .  no  hand  to  guide  her  own  ,  to  grab  her  shoulders  and  briskly  lead  her  towards  the  right  place  .  thus  ,  she  has  never  been  happy  ,  not  truly  happy  .  she  has  only  experienced  brief  flashes  of  joy  ,  and  ever  since  her  graduation  ,  they  have  become  more  scarce  .  a  smile  at  a  coworker  who  praises  her  for  her  progress  ,  a  flash  of  brightness  in  otherwise  dim  eyes  when  held  by  someone  she  cares  for  .  however  ,  whenever  she  sees  the  aurors  she  sees  a  future  that  will  never  be  her  own  .  no  ,  she  will  marry  a  suitable  match  ,  have  a  child  ,  and  die  utterly  unloved  with  the  feeling  of  loneliness  making  her  bones  heavy  ,  and  dreaming  of  what  never  was  .

[analytiic]

☠ - angry/violent headcanon

── it is almost impossible to tell when aleyna is truly ireful . sure , petty anger manifests in scoffs and rolls of her eyes ── especially when feeling like someone is being obnoxious towards her , sparking negative reactions on purpose to coax her into reacting . however , violence is rare , if not nonexistent . after all , she is a pureblood daughter pertaining to one of the sacred 28 ── and she has been grown under strict rules of what can and cannot be done in public to uphold her family's values and the norms of societal correctness . elegance , compliance , politeness at all times ── concealing all that is improper . and aleyna has always been compliant , interiorizing these teachings until they have become a part of her essence . this is why true anger , utter wrath , manifests itself through silence . and when it is broken , it is with sharp , calculated words meant to wound rather than yells or physical violence . not even magic . aleyna knows the power words can have , beyond incantations ── the sharpest of blades is a silver tongue .

[analytiic]

“You’re going to get caught walking around like that.” ( from dromeda ! )

     ──     among  other  things  ,  aleyna  prides  herself  on  being  observant  .  there's  a  file  closely  held  to  her  chest  ,  containing  far  too  much  parchment  for  it  to  be  subtle  .  an  oddity  among  others  in  diagon  alley  ,  she'd  be  hiding  in  plain  sight  and  blending  into  fellow  wixen  ...  were  it  not  for  the  fact  that  aleyna  is  quite  the  bad  liar  .  eyes  constantly  darting  around  ,  confidential  records  clutched  far  too  tightly  ,  she  feigns  surprise  when  andromeda  pulls  her  aside  .  ❝  caught  ?  there's  nothing  to  catch  ,  ❞  she  lies  ,  letting  out  a  feigned  laugh  .  looking  around  her  ,  aleyna  makes  sure  that  nobody  can  see  or  listen  to  them  before  sighing  and  confessing  .  ❝  alright  ,  maybe  i  should  have  disapparated  .  i  thought  i  was  being  subtle  ...  but  obviously  not  .  oops  ?  ❞

[analytiic]

eugene-lazenby​:

Symbol Headcanon

☾ - sleep headcanon

★ - sad headcanon

☆ - happy headcanon

☠ - angry/violent headcanon

✿ - Sex headcanon

■ - Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

♡ - romantic headcanon

♥ - family headcanon

☮ - friendship headcanon

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon

▼ - childhood headcanon

∇ -. old age/aging headcanon

♒ - cooking/food headcanon

☼ - appearance headcanon

ൠ - random headcanon

◉ - Any other question of your choosing

[analytiic]

“Are you /trying/ to get yourself killed?!”

     ───     ❝   your  arrogance  can  truly  be  outstanding  at  times  ,  potter  .  ❞  a  scoff  escapes  previously  pursed  lips  ,  wand  drops  to  her  side  as  a  glance  confirms  that  no  others  (  especially  not  filch  )  have  become  witness  to  her  unfortunate  reflex  .  shock  from  unexpectedly  running  into  him  in  a  shadowed  hallway  has  worn  off  ,  and  the  pepper  breath  hex  has  already  been  cast  ──  it's  too  late  to  avoid  turning  the  corner  and  running  directly  into  her  so  -  called  nemesis  ,  famed  for  his  mischief  and  target  of  her  hexes  just  as  she  is  target  of  his  .  ❝  don't  be  so  dramatic  .  you  still  have  time  before  the  quidditch  match  ,  i'm  sure  one  of  your  teammates  will  help  you  ...  ❞  a  swish  of  robes  as  aleyna  turns  her  back  ,  with  an  arrogance  to  match  his  own  and  a  giggle  concealed  with  a  cough  .  ❝  because  i  won't  .  best  of  luck  !  ❞