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@vcnities​ / quidditch pitch.​

“please fucking calm down i can’t hear myself thinking between everyone else screaming in my ear.” arden snaps, having found herself at an empty spot, she had an inkling of an idea of what was happening she just didn’t think it would be all so dramatic—she was a selfish creature before anything else—with little to no regard for most humans. she grabs her cigarettes from her pocket and places it in her mouth before getting up on higher land to overlook everything. “they’re really going to kill themselves,” she watches a minor stampede in the crowd and shakes her head at them. pity. 

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cfmeadowcs​:

꒰   🌹   ꒱  —   𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓   ﹕ @beforedawnstarters​​  ．

any  sudden  call  was  bad  news  ,  but  the  urgency  of  this  one  had  left  dorcas  on  edge  —  the  tightness  in  her  throat  a  vice  grip  as  she  reached  to  the  quidditch  match  and  set  to  work  .  she’d  been  trained  for  this  ,  she  knew  what  she  was  doing  :  yes  ,  she  felt  the  panic  rustle  inside  her  uncomfortably  but  there  was  no  room  for  it  now  .  later  ,  when  the  dust  settled  and  she  was  alone  ,  but  not  now  .  it  was  not  the  wisest  decision  —  running  through  the  thick  smoke  in  search  of  those  concealed  by  the  black  wall  —  and  the  dry  ,  burning  cough  was  far  from  pleasant  ,  but  it  was  worth  it  as  she  nearly  bumped  into  someone  .  "  hey  ,  hey  —  apparating  won’t  work  ,  but  we  need  to  get  you  somewhere  safe  .  i’m  dorcas  ,  field  mediwix  .  "

she had looked at the other in confusion wondering why they were so worried, she had an inkling about what was happening but had decided against it, though, the rock of everything had set her back at the quidditch game, there was too much smoke and she couldn’t see much. she had looked at the other for a brief moment, “oh, i’m fine,” she says, throwing her hand against the slight bit of wind. “i just think i need to get out of the digest of people,” she says with a sigh.

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arden conway-nott: a hottie. 

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avgvstvs-rookwood​:

@beforedawnstarters​   OPEN!! || WHERE: literally any part of d. alley you want

gus was wearing a grin as he sat back on the bench, arm stretched out over the back, not a care in the world. “no, alright, so I was having lunch with the girls today, and you’re never going to believe what they told me.”

arden had placed the cigarette in between her mouth and used her wand to light it resting back against the bench. she didn’t want to go back to work right now so she would get used to the small talk with her fellow unspeakable and death eater. they already spent an enormous amount of time together and despite arden’s need for private time there wasn’t much she could do right now plus she didn’t mind a little bit of gossip. she normally stuck to herself and her job than mingling around with other unspeakables. “it better be juicy,” she says, blowing out the cloud of smoke. 

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amycuscarrow-me-to-hell​:

@ardenconway​

“perfect timing! I was just about to grab a bite, it’s second lunch, you hungry?”

“i’ve been cooped up in the dark too long so i think i could use a bit of sun,” she says with a small smile, the life of an unspeakable was quite literally a dark one. “and lucky for you i haven’t even eaten yet.”

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SHARP OBJECTS (2018) I, TONYA (2018) BETTER CALL SAUL (2015—) PRECIOUS (2009) HEREDITARY (2018) MOONLIGHT (2016) SHAMELESS (2011—2021) SUCCESSION (2018—)

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oftristans​:

             the   smile  plays  on  his  lips  ,  knowing  that  he’s  won  this  battle  but  arden  would  somehow  win  the  war .  it’s  with  a  certain  fondness  that  he  gives  his  friend  one  more  apprehensive  look  ,  wishing  that  was  some  way  to  freeze  time  .  this  is  how  he  wanted  to  remember  her  -  smile  bright  ,  eyes  still  filled  with  ambition  and  lips  tired  of  smiling  .  ❝ someone’s  got  to  be  able  to  appreciate  sleep  around   here  .  plus  i  reckon  it  will  serve  me  well  when  i’ve  got  to  head  back  to  hogwarts ,  right  ?  those  who  were  early  for  breakfast  always  did  get  the  fresh  pastries  .  ❞   he  says  in  defense  ,  even  though  arden  definitely  was  armed  with  the  best  evidence  that  he  was  always  the  first  to  fall  asleep .  it  was  arguably  one  of  his  most  boring  traits  -  but  really  ,  tristan  was  arguing  he  was  saving  everyone  from  his  irritability .  ❝ i  wouldn’t  have  it  any  other  way  .  ❞   he  then  says  with  a  content  hum ,  already  moving  from  his  seat  and  offering  her  hand  .  ❝ i  cannot  in  good  conscience  let  you  wander  alone  ,  especially  with  all  the  happenings  lately .  ❞ 

tristan, was by far, the best friendship she ever had, and the most sacred, she had tried so hard to keep him away from all of her dark, while trying to keep him close at the same time, because she knew that his heart was too good and fragile, and if she were being honest, deserved more than her. she unfortunately, couldn’t let him go, as much as everything was screaming for her to. she had wanted to roll her eyes at him, but she was a good student at hogwarts, traded all of her good study material for secrets and leverage on anyone that could hurt her or the people around her, she had to make a profit somehow back then. now that she was an unspeakable and they both had such adult jobs now she could see where he was coming from, but that didn’t mean she tried to stray away from it because she was terrified of going home to a very lonely house, the one that she had bought herself, that was close enough to the ministry to walk because she couldn’t stand the thought of being home anymore. “i dunno, tris,” she says, though her voice was less exuberant now, “i think it’s just an elaborate ploy to get of hanging out with me,” she says with a small smirk that doesn’t stay on her lips. it was something that she was getting used to, so many beneficial friendships, she knew that tristan wasn’t one of them, but she was someone that had always needed that kind of validation that someone wanted her, in any kind of way. “oh, you,” she pushes his shoulder slightly as they walk out the pub now, “i can handle myself just fine,” and it was true, given her track record, but it was nice being though of in such a way. “i’ll let you be the gentleman for once, i guess.”

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silasselwyn​:

          silas  had  taken  a  little  bit  of  time  of  work  after  the  incident  ,   deciding  it  was  probably  best  he  didn’t  go  there  for  a  while  .   he  hated  that  his  job  was  so  public  facing  when  he  was  trying  to  stay  out  of  the  public  eye  until  the  anger  from  him  leaving  home  died  down  .   he  kept  his  head  down  as  he  walked  through  the  village  .   he  was  technically  was  supposed  to  be  hanging  out  with  his  new  friends  ,   except  he  didn’t  want  them  to  see  how  bad  of  a  shape  he  was  in  today  .   he  looked  terrible  and  he  knew  it  .   out  of  all  the  people  that  he  could  run  into  ,   arden  was  not  the  person  he  expected  .   “ i  don’t  think  i  should  be  drinking  tonight  .   i’m  still  recovering  . ”   he  knew  his  voice  was  quiet  ,   just  loud  enough  that  she’d  hear  .   silas  gripped  the  edge  of  the  bar  ,   watching  his  knuckles  go  white  .   “ what  brings  you  to  out  here  ? ”   silas  asked  ,   eyes  still  affixed  to  the  bar top  .   

“good thing it wasn’t for you,” she says, sliding her hands over towards the shot, taking it with her hand and shooting it back quickly before signalling for another to come her way. “and how are you, blood traitor?” she asks, tilting her head to look at him- and he did, honestly, look like shit, and arden was never one to sugar coat it. she had heard through the grapevine of being a marked death eater now of what had happened to the selwyn boy, but if she was being honest at the moment? she didn’t care. she was off the high of winning any kind of quidditch game, just some moment of her getting back some kind of normalcy, though she couldn’t say the same for the other. “just played a game of quidditch, didn’t want to go home,” she says when he asks, seeing the bartender give her another round of firewhisky, she taps her fingers against the glass before taking them again. “and you?”

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bvrgins​:

𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐭.

@ardenconway​

                 ❝      people   say   crazy   things   ,      i   just   think   they’re   scared      ❞

“what a pity,” she says with a sigh, “life is incredibly boring that way.”

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mvlciber​:

“how would you feel about being my maid of honor?” 

@ardenconway​

“that depends,” she says, tilting her head to look at at the other, “do i have a say in the bridesmaids dresses?” she had joked before relenting. “of course, as long as they’re not yellow, they flush out my colour, you know.”

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dajovargas​:

She talked like their grandfather, but she didn’t hold herself the same way. She didn’t look at him like a pile of sick he’d just stepped in. Did she know? Had they told their precious little princess about him, about the reason they’d been shamed out of Mexico in the first place?

“My Mamí, her name is Palmira Vargas. My name is Benjamín Vargas. Do those names mean anything to you?” Dajo doubted it. Why would they trouble the family favorite like that? “Did our grandfather,” Dajo said the words the same way Francesco Sr. always said his name, “Tell you anything that matters? Anything at all?”

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arden was the ambassador’s daughter protege, even if she was everything her mother made her out to be, the men in the francisco family took credit for most of the women’s work to fix up their image. arden wasn’t proud of it, but this was who she was, and she was proud to be her mother’s daughter, that held the last name, even if most people in mexico didn’t understand it, didn’t understand of most that they went through in this superbly white place that her parents had landed her in. she had missed summers in mexico, but as she had gotten older those visits became less and less as she got older, more responsibilities, her mother had told her, and when she had gotten the mark and gotten engaged it had further proven that point. when the boy in front of her starts to speak she holds no curious face, nothing that forms shock. and when they mention their  her grandfather she knew what she was meant to do, how to act. 

“no,” she says, her voice and face passive, though it was new to her, she had looked at the other with a raised eyebrow. “i’m an only child, you must be delusional,” she says, the words sting on her tongue before she reiterates herself, “though, i wouldn’t be surprised. the wix mexico gossip must be incredibly bored.” there had been rumours of course, rumours that her mother had told her to bury, and of course, she had never believed any of them, because why would her parents lie to her? “i suggest you get your latest scoop else where,” she says as a warning, because she wasn’t beyond blasting their arse into the next century in front of thousands of people, especially because she had work in a few minutes. 

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arcturus-regulus​:

“I’ll be an overachiever once I actually achieve something– still got two years left.” Reg shrugged, downing what was in his cup before taking the bottle to fill it back up. “Why’re you heading out?”

“hm,” is all she says, knowing the house that he had grown up in, though she was a bit biased if she didn’t have the same. she was an ambassadors daughter and a nott, though she resisted the urge to roll her eyes, instead, taking a drink of the alcohol. “because i feel incredibly old among most of these.... children,” she says, not being able to name one person that actually meant something other than narcissa herself and regulus. 

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@beforedawnstarters​

where: hogsmeade. ​

it had been a long time since arden had been on a quidditch field, but when had asked if she wanted join in a random match she couldn’t say no. she had brought the latest broom not that long ago and was itching to finally get to use it. by the time the match had finished, her team of course, winning, she had decided to make a stop into hogsmeade to get a pint. she had hauled her broom with her setting it besides her before waving down someone for a drink. “firewhisky,” she said, trying to fix the hairs that were a little bit more frazzled than the most. despite the match, none of the people that she had played with wanted to get an actual drink with arden given her repuation, which would normally make her roll her eyes or worse, she was just desperate to play at least one round. 

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“That was the day I became my mother’s daughter. And the moment it happened was the moment I became the most monstrous of us all. The yearning to please her spread through me like a shadow, fighting against every urge I knew she’d perceive as weakness. Every flash of regret and sympathy that would lead her to believe I was impure. Abnormal. Defective. And in a blink of an eye, the child I was became the creature I am.”

— Alexandra Christo, To Kill a Kingdom

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― Jenny Slate, Little Weirds

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alexeydolohov​:

        any other night and he likely would’ve thought better of simply remaining out in the open. he’d received the message half-way through the job he’d been working, nothing more specific than ‘this woman has been hurting people, keep an eye on her. report on if she’s a problem.’ which hardly sounded complicated. had he taken a bit more time to consider the assignment he might’ve chosen to be a bit more discreet, unassuming. instead he stops half-a-step after she does, watching and waiting to see what her next move would be. “i doubt that’s necessary, i would hardly say i’m doing much to conceal myself in the first place.” 

arden had always been undermined by her male peers as less than, because they had to believed her so, and it truly never bothered her, because she was raised by selena castillo-nott, a powerful witch that had taught arden that she would always be on her own and that she would always need to be on her best behaviour when she was alone. when she hears the voice, she smiles, a little wickedly, before turning around to look at her opposer. he was much taller than she was, and if he came from the order, had some kind of plan against her that she was ready for. she had seized up the other very briefly, taking a deep breath before she sighed, rolling her eyes, “pity,” she says to the other, “and here i thought you would make it interesting,” she quickly grabs her wand and says, “expelliarmus!” walking towards him before casting, “expulso!” she was a woman in a dark and bleak alleyway, she had watched as his body collided in with the concrete watching as bits and pieces fell on top of him. she had leaned down looking at his wand within her own, reaching out to tilt his chin towards her. “and what were you plans to do with me, hm?” she questioned, her grip on his chin tight, but there was darkness in her eyes, “were you planning to turn me in?” she had grabbed her wand and pressed it against his neck, “petrificus totalus!” she quickly said before he could answer, it was her favourite spell, the kind that immobilized them and made them listen to her, whether they liked to or not, she felt in power and in control, something that she lacked in her own home life, so she had to get it somewhere else. “if i ever see you again i will have no hesitation to kill you, do you understand me?” she snarls, letting go of him before kicked him in the jaw. 

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@alexeydolohov​

the dark lord had sent her on a mission, the specifics? she didn’t know nor ask about it, she just did as she was told, which was unlike her, but she knew that when it came to matters like this it was best not to ask many questions. it was late and dark by the time she made it to knockturn alley heading to borgin & burkes. arden had been accustomed to people around her, and there was no one out here aside from her and the obvious person who was currently tailing her. she had her hands on her wand in her robe pocket, hood up, she had stopped halfway there, not turning back before she said, “so, are you going to make your presence known or am i going to have to do that for you?” she says, her voice a monotone.