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hafsanur sancaktutan in ya çok seversen — 8. bolum

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davika hoorne. taurus ♉︎. · ✶

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He’d watched from a distance as Micah dramatically slipped, and while a spell came to mind to assist him– Cedric instead found himself snickering too much to be of any real help. Comically, the tea poured with a dramatic hiss and leaving a trail of steam in the cold air, and he grinned when he approached. “I think they’re far less temperamental when you don’t walk straight into them.” Cedric’s smile was fond, “I hope that didn’t put you off your drink though, because I was about to head in. I can grab one for you, if you’d like.” The seeker dipped closer, dimpling as he jested. “And keep an eye out for rogue teacups at the same time.”

LOCATION: just outside madam puddifoot's WHO: micah & cedric @mcgicals

the  winter  lights  festival  was  proving  to  be  just  as  phenomenal  as  everyone  was  saying  leading  up  and  for  once,  it  felt  good  to  have  his  expectations  exceeded  from  what  he  initially  expected.  given,  past  events  left  him  wary  of  attending  upcoming  events  for  fear  of  another  attack  or  yet  another  death,  but  the  winter  wonderland  was  turning  his  mood  around.  he  was  leaving  honeyduke’s  intending  to  head  for  hot  chocolate  at  madam  puddifoot’s  when  he  slipped  on  a  patch  of  ice,  bumping  into  one  of  the  cups  of  tea  when  it  dumped  its  hot  contents  over  his  head.  ❝  well,  that’s  one  way  to  keep  myself  warm,  i  suppose,  ❞  micah  says  aloud  after  a  moment  of  silence  as  the  situation  sunk  in.  he’s  not  quite  sure  who  he’s  speaking  to  as  he  swipes  the  knitted  hat  off  his  head  and  wrings  out  the  tea  before  muttering  a  drying  charm.  ❝  these  cups  of  tea  are  temperamental,  no  ??  i’d  say  keep  your  eyes  peeled  for  them  so  you  don’t  meet  my  same  fate.  ❞

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They knew well enough to know that Zach was up to nothing good, but curiosity killed every cat eventually– and Neville was sure that he had one or two lives still left in inventory. The spelled closet revealed rows of jars, and they navigated with ease, tapping their fingers along the bases of the glasses before settling upon one with the familiar green, broad shaped leaves. They hadn't dried completely yet, not with their newness, but it was better to give something precious to Zach than to have his friend lose his hearing for what was surely nothing more than troublemaking. Neville pulled four leaves out, peering at them in their palm before reaching for a fifth. "I think that should do it. Now I’m not the greatest at potions, but if you need a hand with one, let me know. Especially before you go plucking one of the animals or plants bald for their hairs or leaves.”

"oh,  yeah,  no..  that  totally  makes  sense,  neville.  you  guys  are  doing  merlin's  work,  really,"  yet  zach's  features  in  reaction  to  neville's  words  are  heavily  incriminating,  really  all  neville  needs  to  see  to  know  that's  precisely  what  he  was  planning  on  doing  to  the  poor  mandrakes.  truly,  he  does  care  for  the  boisterous  rooted  beasts,  but  he's  more  about  making  quick  work  of  a  job  than  making  sure  it's  done  thoroughly  and  without  incident.  there's  a  reason  he's  not  specialising  in  herbology  –  he  was  even  kicked  out  of  the  club  his  first  year  after  trying  to  smuggle  out  leaves  from  a  venomous  tentacula  plant  to  sell  them.  "just  a  few,  like..  four.  trying  to  make  a  potion,  it  calls  for  a  handful  of  shredded  mandrake  leaves,"  he's  definitely  lying  about  what  he's  using  them  for,  but  at  least  he's  able  to  recall  a  potion  calling  for  them  that  he  can  distract  neville  with,  "what  even  qualifies  as  a  'handful'?"

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It wasn’t unusual for the Weasley twins to find themselves in places that they didn’t belong, Cedric hardly blinked in when Fred materialized in the common room– though he did wince when they lurched upon him from out of sight. “I’m sure there’s already something distasteful swimming in your mind with the phrase Fudge’s sack,” he noted with a snort, “and I would be absolutely delighted to sing it for us.” He gestured towards one of the glasses of cucumber and mint water that the Hufflepuff house elves so kindly kept both chilled and full, shifting it closer to their unannounced guest. The glass nearly fell as his concentration wavered, but he coughed and regained composure. “Why’re you talking to Lisa?” Cedric leaned back, attempting to be casual once again. “Surely she has better things to do.”

setting,  hufflepuff  common  room.   closed,  for  cedwic !   ♡   @mcgicals​

fred’s  making  his  way  through  the  hufflepuff  common  room,  after  a  fruitful  meeting  with  a  random  hufflepuff  second  year  who  offered  to  trade  one  of  his  model  dragons. a  wide  smile  spreads  across  their  face  at  the  sight  of  cedric  across  the  room,  and  they  immediately  change  their  trajectory  to  beeline  straight  for  him,  clapping  their  hands  on  his  shoulders  from  behind  when  they’re  close  enough.   “ do  you  think  it  would  be  distasteful  to  add  fudge  getting  sacked  into  one  of  our  new  songs? ”  fred  greets  with  a  mischievous  grin  as  they  plop  down  onto  the  plush  couch  next  to  him,  wrapping  an  arm  around  his  shoulders  and  giving  a  squeeze.  “ lisa  says  hi,  by  the  way, ”  they  tease,  unable  to  help  themself.

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HAFSANUR SANCAKTUTAN as Yagmur Kara  /  Son Yaz, episode 1

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The face that Zehra made could have curdled a bowl of sugar water. Looking at the scrawny bundle of unkempt and soggy fur, she had half a mind to cast depulso when the other girl cuddled it too close to her face. “It’s simple spellwork. Pay more attention to your studies and you won’t have to stand out in the rain yelling for help like a muggle.” Her hand did not draw from its place by her side, “If I did, I’d have to have my hand shortly cut it off. Keep it away from me and find it somewhere dry to expire.”

Matilda falls silent. She wants to argue. She wants to snap back that being blind or old does not equal being sick - but she doesn’t. Matilda has long since learnt that what she says holds no value. Her words fall on deaf ears because nobody wants to listen. So she stays silent momentarily, eyes darting between the ground and the cat sheltered beneath the branches. Zehras next actions, however, catch her by surprise, and she quickly moves across the muddy surface to collect Meow Meow, wrapping her up as she purrs and rubs herself against the younger girl. ‘‘ thank you ’’ it’s quiet and made more so by the rain ‘‘ you can stroke her if you want. ’’

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–– 𝖒𝖆𝖞𝖇𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖉𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖙𝖊𝖓.

NAME: thaddeus remus lupin

NICKNAMES: teddy

AGE: twenty six

GENDER IDENTITY: cis-man

PRONOUNS: he/him

SEXUALITY: pansexual

BIRTHDAY: december 22

STAR SIGN: capricorn

WAND: hornbeam with a unicorn hair core, 13" and hard

PATRONUS: wolf

BLOOD STATUS: half blood

SPECIALISING: dragonology

EXTRACURRICULARS: broom racing, quidditch league

HOUSE: gryffindor

PLACE OF BIRTH: godric’s hollow

HEIGHT: 6′2

HAIR: dark

one.

the marauders are a select few, bound by friendship and for life: they had made aurelius the playground of their youth and their legacy. when they started their own families, such a bond does not dissipate, in fact it twines stronger: links are added to the chain in the form of family, soldered on with immense love. remus lupin, a werewolf and aspiring professor, has a child with another young wix: a girl named amy. neither are prepared to raise a baby, and amy leaves the child in remus’ care shortly after bestowing him the name thaddeus, after her own father. it is truly a village that raised teddy, ( of which he was called from the very start, as thaddeus was deemed too much of a mouthful. ) when remus was busy, or when the moon hung full over godric’s hollow, he spent the night with his friends. life was good, it was easy, and magic was all around them.

two.

his godfather sirius would, if given the chance, delight in teaching them all manner of wicked spells– but instead he gave them the best foundation that he could. teddy, never the best academic, took to them like oil and water, learning at a slow pace. instead, he preferred to shoulder through lessons with physicality, storing his energy and excitement for broom lessons and quidditch. they looped around the buildings of the village at a breakneck speed. teddy was the biggest daredevil, without an ounce of fear: leaping in first, and thinking later. his first shock was the discovery of what his father was, and it tainted his perfect world and stole away the rosy hue of godric’s hollow. fenrir greyback became present in teddy’s nightmares, but it was through sheer will that thoughts of the werewolf did not stain his daily life.

three.

aurelius was an easy choice. his father is the defence against the dark arts professor, and teddy’s personality has lead him down a path that has greyed remus to no end. he studies dragonology, peering too close into the mouths of beasts that would gladly close their teeth around him. he finds joy in small things, despite how his boisterous attitude can be off putting to most. teddy is loud, amiable and athletic, earning him a rightful place in gryffindor. often he’s seen passing off a wink to a wix that catches his eye, or guzzling down one too many firewhiskeys at a party in the forbidden forest, but his love and loyalty is genetic: he’ll do anything for those that he cares about.

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–– 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖑𝖎𝖙 𝖚𝖕 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓, 𝖛𝖊𝖎𝖓 𝖇𝖞 𝖛𝖊𝖎𝖓: 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖓.

NAME: cressida thisbe mclaggen

NICKNAMES: cress

AGE: twenty four

GENDER IDENTITY: cis-woman

PRONOUNS: she/her

SEXUALITY: bisexual

BIRTHDAY: april 13

STAR SIGN: aries

WAND: laurel with a dragon heartstring 11" and whippy

PATRONUS: lynx

BLOOD STATUS: pureblood

SPECIALISING: magical artifacts

EXTRACURRICULARS: herbology club, aurelius choir, care of magical creatures club

HOUSE: ravenclaw

PLACE OF BIRTH: cambridge, england

HEIGHT: 5′8″

HAIR: black

one.

the story begins with the heir and the spare: titus mclaggen was born first, and weathered the pressures that were promised to make diamonds. his family carried the same brunt of his traumas in their legacy, but it was marcus ( the youngest son ) who married for love, not title: and gave birth to his only child, a daughter whom he named cressida. she was freed from the enormous weight that came with the mclaggen name, present as a slight figure behind her cousin cormac, full of joy and allowed the luxury of making mistakes in her childhood.

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with her magic she was not regarded as exceptional in most ways, but it is her heart and honesty that have awarded her the accolades she has acquired. cressida’s sheer attention to detail is what has shifted her focus onto magical artifacts, paired with her hunger to learn more about lost histories in forgotten objects. she’s a bleeding heart, and she’s kind- traits from her mother of whom she adores most in this world. it is to her detriment that she gives herself without second thought, offering out her heart to those who have no desire to treat it with any amount of kindness or gentility.

three.

her desire for knowledge has placed her in ravenclaw,  though her nature itself almost tugged her into hufflepuff. in her spare time she is often seen wandering through the halls of aurelius, chattering away with a friend. when she seeks to be alone, she’s sunlit though the glass walls of the greenhouses, or feeding the magical creatures after class. cressida is friendly, sweet and open-minded, even if that makes her someone prone to manipulation.  

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TOMMY MARTINEZ Hunters - (02.04)

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–– 𝕴 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖋𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖎𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖙 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖗𝖊 - 𝖎𝖘𝖓’𝖙 𝖇𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖆𝖑𝖘𝖔 𝖙𝖔𝖚𝖈𝖍?

NAME: viktor antonio hernandez krum

NICKNAMES: vik, vicky, bulgarian bon-bon!

AGE: twenty five

GENDER IDENTITY: cis-man

PRONOUNS: he/him

SEXUALITY: bisexual

BIRTHDAY: june 14

STAR SIGN: gemini

WAND: 10¼", Hornbeam, dragon heartstring

PATRONUS: bear

BLOOD STATUS: pure blood

SPECIALISING: cursebreaking

EXTRACURRICULARS: Quidditch Club

HOUSE: ravenclaw

PLACE OF BIRTH: varna, bulgaria

HEIGHT: 6′1

HAIR: dark

one.

those around viktor have always whispered that he was destined for greatness. he was an ambitious child, one who sprawled and reached for high places– fearless and determined. he does not remember the move with his mother to bulgaria, nor does he remember his birth father: by nearly every definition, varna was his home. his talent on a broom seemed to be innate, others his age struggled with the spell-work to even have it raise from the ground while he was soaring laps through the sky. his step-father adopted him at the age of eight, and in his honour he changed his name to fit the harsh syllables of his bulgarian tongue.

two.

he attended the durmstrang institute when he was old enough, a school that only accepted those of the very best caliber. a reputation for teaching dark arts swirled around the school during viktor’s attendance, but his focus was always quidditch– the breakneck speed of which he flew caught the attention of those beyond the school team, and at the age of eighteen: he was accepted into the bulgarian national quidditch team as their seeker. balancing school and a professional career and the instant skyrocket into fame was a herculean feat that did incredible damage to viktor’s humility and ego, but he did so with a wicked smile on his face. the years between durmstrang and aurelius have stretched longer than most, as frequent absences for international duty and quidditch have always come before his schooling.

three.

with two world cups tucked under his belt, viktor is now a fifth year cursebreaking student in the ravenclaw house. he’s bold and egotistical, with a penchant for cruelty that mirrors the vein in him that was born in durmstrang. despite the pleas of staff and students, he does not play quidditch often at aurelius, reserving his feats for when the whole world is watching– though if one turns their gaze to the pitch on a foggy morning, they might see bulgaria’s youngest seeker racing through the mist.

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–– 𝖀𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖆 𝖇𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖙 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖉𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖐 𝖙𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖎𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖘𝖎𝖈𝖐, 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖉𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖐 𝖙𝖎𝖑 𝖎𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖘𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖘𝖋𝖎𝖊𝖉.

NAME: zehra afet kaplan

NICKNAMES: z

AGE: twenty two

GENDER IDENTITY: cis-woman

PRONOUNS: she/her

SEXUALITY: bisexual

BIRTHDAY: august 14

STAR SIGN: leo

WAND: fir with a dragon heartstring core 9½ " and medium flexibility

PATRONUS: adder

BLOOD STATUS: pureblood

SPECIALISING: magical arts

EXTRACURRICULARS: member of debate team and astronomy club

HOUSE: slytherin

PLACE OF BIRTH: istanbul, turkey

HEIGHT: 5′7″

HAIR: brunette

one.

there is a girl born in istanbul, the youngest of three– the only daughter to a family ripe with magic. zehra’s beginnings are prodigious, as is her mother, a cursebreaker whose talent is renown in the middle east. she wants for nothing, and on her tongue every silver spoon dissolves with her greed and desire, every whim is answered, nothing is considered to be too much.

two.

it is not in her home that she is sent away to school, but within europe. her mother impresses upon her that there are no schools that can foster her talents better than those within the uk, and it is in london that she is pulled from her idyllic life and shaped into the woman that she remains today. other students were competitive, but none so much as she.

her mother’s talent was a shadow, casting over every one of her achievements. she mastered spells and could perform them better than her classmates, but her mother had done so a year earlier than she. she dominated the quidditch pitch, but her mother had been captain. it was the arts that she stumbled into, a refuge and a talent all of her own.

creativity was where she blossomed, surging ahead of her classmates in an area that her mother had never touched. her paintings sprung to life and her enchantments impressed even the most stoic of professors: they called her prodigious and she lapped up the praise and turned it into an easy arrogance.

three.

slytherin made the most sense for her upon her arrival at aurelius, it could taste her ambition but stumbled over her shoved down lack of control. zehra’s later years have been tumultuous as she struggles with temptations: self-denial is for other people and indulgence dangles before her now in every form. zehra is cunning, and cruel if required, but has a penchant for fun and mischief that reigns superior.

her mother no longer shadows her, and she is seeking out her own light: to carve out a place in the world at the end of her journey with aurelius that will have her own name being one to live up to.

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