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𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆: the fountain of fair fortune
a big part of what kitty liked about her job was that it seemed like none of the other students really seemed to frequent the fountain; not like the leaky, or the three broomsticks. maybe closer towards exams when people got desperate … but kitty was usually desperate around then, too. enough that she futzed her scheduling around enough to only get, like, weirdly early shifts. where the only patrons she had to serve were old regulars who liked to chat about what her great uncle matty was up to these days.
today hadn’t been a weirdly early shift, but she was done before ten pm; a win. kitty took ‘em where they came. she shoved her apron down into the bottomless pit of her bag and slung it over her shoulder, ready to rush out the door and into the night.
then she crashed into someone at the door, and figured she could never be so lucky.
“ fuck! “ kitty said, then slapped both hands over her mouth. no one’d get on her case about it. still felt weird to yell fuck in your place of employment when you weren’t even on the clock. she turned a wide eyed look towards the person she’d banged into, said, “ shit. uh — I mean, sorry. shit. my bad. “
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have you considered what ramifications your actions may have on your family?
" oh boy. never, if I can help it.
I lost a brother while I was, like, inactive. he’s gone. jacob’s gone, and I didn’t do anything to get him that way. my actions can hardly make anything worse happen.
right? “
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top three guilty pleasures?
" don’t tell anyone, but I feel guilty about, uh, every pleasure, man.
and I’m, like … a slutty bartender who sells weed and on the side and only ever crams for papers. I’m just guilty all the time.
so none of my pleasures are guilty pleasures? because they all are? it’s like how fish can’t be wet because, uh, y’know. they’re already in the water. “
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chaindstone:
the sound of MUSIC, of people TALKING, of chairs and feet against floorboards and the clinking of glasses are all just this side of overwhelming. andromeda has a glass of her own in hand even as she steps outside the bustle of the three broomsticks to get a breath of air that isn’t scented with alcohol and filled with chatter. she leans against the side of the building just a few steps from the door and lets out a long and silent breath. there is something MORBID about the whole night in her opinion, but perhaps that is nothing more than memories of somber evenings dressed in black with a stiff spine and stiffer upper lip. glass of brandy is raised to her lips and she peers upward towards the stars in the dark sky before attention is drawn by the sound of the door swinging open once again.
she clears her throat to alert the other that she is there before speaking, not wanting to startle. “it is awfully loud in there ; i dread to think of how many students will be hungover come their first class tomorrow.”
the second kitty heard someone’s throat clear, she tucked her joint and lighter back into the front pocket of her overalls, easy as you please. probably for the best that the attempt at a smoke was foiled before it got off the ground; she’d already started drinking tonight. if she smoked, too, she’d probably end up like one of the few sad sacks inside the three broomsticks, bawling loud enough that they’d turned up the radio blasting some muggle station. no thanks.
she shuffled further out anyway. it’d be weird and, like, suspicious if this person heard the door open, started talking to her, just for kitty to turn tail and abandon them.
the further out she got, the easier it was to make out the older witch’s features. pretty. blonde. kitty wouldn’t bet money on it or anything, but she thought this was the oldest former black sister. “ uh, yeah, I guess, “ kitty said. she shrugged, not sure if maybe - andromeda would even see it. “ I, like, work at one of the pubs in diagon alley. this won’t be, y’know, the first time a lot of the other students show up hungover to class. “
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𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏: august 31
𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆: the three broomsticks
kitty wove her way through the crowds at the three broomsticks. not that she, like, wanted to admit it out loud here, but she’d never taken any of professor cornfoot’s classes. she wasn’t a huge reader, and it wasn’t like anyone was forcing the hands of a healing student to take muggle literature. still. his death struck her. or, well, more accurately — this memorial struck her, this bruise - feeling ache straight down to her bones, where she still missed jacob. he’d deserved something like this; vibrant and full of life as much as melancholy, people honoring his life as he’d lived it. those people being, like, like - minded. the sort who’d actually mourn for the person he was, and not the person people were saying he was.
she probably shouldn’t drink, here & now, but she flagged down the bartender anyway. of course, she was one of many waiting at the bar, so kitty settled into the wait. turned to the person next to her, hoping small talk could distract from her months - old grief. “ pretty good turnout, huh? “ she said, cocking her head. “ considering this is all pretty, uh, last minute. “
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fnwckd:
kitty abbott . twice in one week . still ridiculously cute . he paused , almost forgetting to respond as he was busy comparing her to the kitty he remembered from hogwarts . refusing to go to university meant he lost touch with a lot of his old classmates . she was no different . he was in his own head at the memorial , focused on dealing with the severe emotions that accompanied death . but there ? he could breathe . he could compare . “ yeah , i once lost an earing … and that shit was shoved right in my skin . ” he immediately shut his mouth , adopting a blank expression as he looked at the ground . fuck .
“ earrings are a scam, “ kitty said, offering up her vehement opinion with the slightest provocation. anything to further the anti-earring agenda, especially since benjy looked like maybe he hadn’t … meant to bring them up? kitty could offer a conversational boost here. she wrinkled her nose, lifted one hand to tug at one unadorned earlobe; almost absently, like it just took the mention of the damned things to make her check to make sure she still wasn’t wearing any. “ they have too many bits, don’t they? easy to lose ‘em. like, you, uh, need the bobble bit, and also the back? and you can always feel them weighing your head down. “
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dierburn:
“ oi ! i look like your nan , little girl ? ”
“ wow . you said that right in front of him . ” he clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth to display disappointment , eyes wide as he shook his head . though after milton grunted and crossed his arms in offense , caradoc offered the blonde a wink . “ milton , give us a sec . ” he repeated , this time slower so the message sunk in . offering a hesitant nod and a glare at the girl , the older man walked off .
“ we don’t expect you to know anything . this is just standard procedure . we HAVE to ask you and everyone else who was present what they remember . so , don’t worry . you’re not in trouble . and if you can’t remember anything else ? that’s alright . but if you do … ” pulling a card out of his pocket , he handed it to her . “ you can send an owl here . ”
kitty felt a hot flash of anger zip its way up her spine; though she ( rather valiantly, if anyone cared to ask her opinion ) took pains not to direct that at the auror still standing in front of her, wink be damned. this was why she didn’t like dealing with aurors. like, kitty could admit that she had a general wariness around authority figures in general — her dad said it was practically an abbott family trait.
but she’d just been set up by this guy, and now he was being all …
whatever, with the winking, and the business card.
kitty took it, of course; not taking it would be rude. she just slipped it immediately into the black hole of a bag hanging off her shoulder. “ it’s good to set your expectations low, “ she agreed. “ I generally don’t know much about anything, so, maybe you all should re-examine your standard procedures? “
“ must be a waste of ministry resources talking to people like me. “
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“ excuse me ! hi … sorry , sorry , i eh think you dropped this . ” holding up the item with an apologetic smile , he reached forward for the other to take it .
kitty half - turned on the ball of her foot, mostly just to be polite; she knew she hadn’t dropped anything. then her eyes widened and she looked up at benjy, forgetting to even grab it. “ shit. how the hell did that even fall out of my bag? “
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dierburn:
“ and that’s all you remember ? ” his partner asked , once again , much to the annoyance of the younger auror . a whistle slipped from doc’s lips , brow furrowed as he glared at the older man .
“ give us a sec , will you ? ”
“ sorry about that . he’s old , so … didn’t hear you the first time , i expect . ”
“ uh, right, “ kitty said — taking pains to make eye contact with the older auror as she answered his question, before turning back to caradoc. she wasn’t even actively doing anything illegal, but she still felt shifty; faced with two at once, she felt like she was being interrogated, not just casually questioned about the night of the memorial.
“ sure, “ she agreed with caradoc, looking back at his partner, briefly wondering if said poor hearing extended to, like, being talked about right there. “ I mean, my nan’s the same way, so … uh, is there anything else you needed to ask me about? “
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macmillcns:
── noise filtered into every open crevice of the tiny flat ariel had called home these last few months . the record player sat perched on the kitchen counter , blasting its third round through fleetwood mac’s rumours , sock-covered footsteps clattered across the hardwood floors as they ran from room to room , the occasional scream cutting through the music loud enough to be heard three streets away . ariel had always been a bit disorganised . ever since her days at hogwarts , her trunk had only ever been packed at the ultimate LAST MINUTE , stretched as far as time could go before panic set in . with classes set two start in two day’s and their dorms waiting for them to arrive tomorrow , ariel was beyond flustered trying to pretend she had her shit together ( it was blindingly obvious , by the way , that she did not ) .
sliding her feet across the floor so she was almost shuffling , ariel moved quickly from her bedroom to the living room , pulling at blankets and pillows on the couch as if suddenly the item she was looking for would appear . “ HARPER , ” she shouted , ensuring she was adequately heard over stevie nicks . “ have you seen my orange pants ? the ones with the flowers ? ” tossing a pillow furiously back on the couch , ariel reached for one of the many half-empty bottles that littered the apartment and took a large swig , wincing as the gigglewater reached her throat . “ and kit ! don’t forget to give my lighter back , it has to go in my trunk ! ”
as harper watched her friend scamper frantically around the apartment, she couldn’t help but laugh. for as long as she could remember, she had been the type of person who liked to be prepared, for any type of situation — which came in handy at times like this. her trunk had been packed and ready to go for nearly a week now. in hindsight, she realized that she probably should have tried to help ariel get her things together before the last possible moment. though, with all the thoughts of returning to school and of seeing rabastan and lachlan again, ariel and her inevitable procrastination were the least of her worries. not that she was necessarily worried about seeing her either of her boyfriends — in fact, she was excited to see them. it was the sneaking around that worried her, considering the state that the wizarding world was currently in.
“have you checked the laundry room?” harper asked as she pushed herself off of the couch, swaying a bit as she reached out to grab the bottle of gigglewater out of her friend’s hand. “you wore them the other day, didn’t you? maybe they’re still in the dryer.” she shrugged, shooting a dubious glance in ariel’s direction as she took a long swing from the bottle. “don’t worry, ariel. we’ll find them, i promise.” setting the bottle back down on the coffee table, harper looked around the room, searching for kitty. another drunken giggle escaped from her lips when she spotted her other best friend. “kitty, have you seen them? ariel’s having a bit of a crisis over her orange pants. we’ve gotta find them.” — @abbxtt
kitty smothered a delicate ‘ fuck! ‘ under her breath. she sat herself on the floor, scrabbling for the bag she’d flung down by the coffee table the second she’d got in from a shift at the fountain of fair fortune; she knew ariel’s lighter was in there somewhere, no doubt buried at the bottom of the patchwork bag she’d gotten from some witch at the bar for free when she’d bought a muggle cassette tape off of her — a fucking ripoff, in hindsight, since kitty didn’t actually have anything she could play cassettes on. whatever. the bag was a steal anyway, since she’d have sworn the witch spelled the bag with an illegal extension charm, because it seemed bottomless. she could dig in it for hours for a tin of lip tint and end up finding everything but what she was looking for. she glanced up at harper, when she came in, sparing the other witch a smile.
“ hey, the pants can be your mission —
I’ve gotta dump out my bag to find ariel’s lighter. “
like punctuation to that statement, kitty did upend her bag, the lighter not yet in-sight … but kitty could feel that it was nearly in reach. that done, she paused, took a moment to think; swiped the bottle off the coffee table where it’d just barely been in her reach as she did, took a quick little sip like a reward. “ actually, I do think I’ve seen them? the pants, anyway. “ she set the bottle back down and abandoned the scattered contents of her bag for a moment, cupping her hands around her mouth to shout at ariel. “ hey, mackay! I saw a scrap of something orange under your kitchen table earlier. care to share with the class how your trousers ended up in there? “ ——— @vvizardry
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fnwckd:
he should have felt bad . yup . he knew , deep down , based on the worried crease on her forehead ( and the way her nerves unknowingly bled into his own psyche ) , he SHOULD have felt some sort of remorse . but bloody hell . was it really that big of a deal ? the charlatan in him already knew the answer : yes . people often looked for signs in the smallest of things , hoping their life would make sense because a leaf attached itself to their shoe or a candle went out because they forgot to shut their window .
but the seer in him ? he knew a leaf could hold a secret meaning . and he knew candles could sometimes be blown out by a lingering spirit .
really , he was too fucking cynical for that business . why the hell did they choose him ?
setting the flowers on a nearby table ( since he still found it funny and couldn’t bear to throw them away just yet ) , he adopted a look of empathy . “ kitty , ” he began , recognizing her from their time at school together , “ memorials are , by nature , unsettlin’ . it’s alright to feel that way . but this ? ” benjy pointed at the flowers , mentally noting how pretty they looked against the dark mahogany . “ s’nothing to worry about . respect is subjective . m’sure they didn’t mean anything by it . ”
i’m sure , he almost added , they brought it as a much needed joke . but jokes at a memorial ? perhaps his taste buds weren’t working as he hadn’t realized how in poor taste his choices were . those kind of emotions made him uncomfortable . sue him .
kitty flicked her gaze to the flowers where benjy placed them on the table; unable to take her eyes away from them, hard-pressed to stop her teeth from pulling, worriedly, at her bottom lip this time around. she knew it was kind of stupid, to be so worried about — not nothing, her brain stubbornly insisted. but nothing more than someone’s heartless prank.
she was probably just being too sensitive. but she imagined someone leaving dead flowers for her to find outside of the stuffy little memorial her mother had thrown for jacob, the wound still fresh enough that her heart gave a helpless squeeze.
she was glad, at least, that benjy had found them and brought them inside before anyone closer to professor cornfoot had to stumble upon them themselves. a little less glad at his kind tone, which was, maybe, backwards. he was just being nice, offering assurances where he thought them needed, but she felt her spine stiffen even as her worried gaze still bounced between him and the flowers.
( maybe she didn’t like being given permission to feel unsettled;
what, like you could stick the witch in the rebellion but couldn’t
take the rebellion out of the witch? )
“ thanks. “ she tried not to sound like a bitch even as she felt some latent bitchiness creeping up her spine. “ you might be right, “ she continued, thinking, they should’ve thought before they did it, then. “ but I’m still glad you found them, instead of someone who could’ve been really messed up by seein’ them out there. “
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what does one bring to an unofficial memorial ? everyone knew an official memorial warranted a beheaded chicken and leather chaps ( he thought in jest ) . but an unofficial one ? the three broomsticks already had the booze . bunny said he should bring his third eye benjy responded with a swift middle finger when she wasn’t looking .
something felt WRONG and he couldn’t figure out why ; he just knew he needed to be there . so he arrived with having chosen a bouquet of dead flowers . foolish medium thought it would be humorous , as he found it too easy to spot the comedy within the tragedy , but several furrowed brows aimed in his direction seemed to disagree . “ found these outside , ” he muttered with an added tsk , tsk . “ who would do such a thing ? not me . ”
“ like, you found them out there like someone left a bouquet of dead flowers in front of a … memorial? “ the word ‘ memorial ‘ rolled crookedly off her tongue, the word not quite feeling right in the boisterous main room of the three broomsticks. still, whether or not the world felt right, that’s what this evening was. kitty’s brow furrowed, unconsciously, as she tried to process away the sudden worry roiling away in her stomach; these were not butterflies, but hippogriffs flapping around in her stomach at the news behind benjy’s bouquet.
“ that’s — well, I mean, a little troubling, right? “
she barely kept from tucking her lip between her teeth to worry at skin all - too used to being chewed on, but it was a close call. only being in public kept her from showing her sudden nervousness any more than she could control. she knew the memorial ( unofficial and boisterous though it was ) wasn’t exactly a secret, but up until now she hadn’t thought to be concerned about that. “ like, I’m, y’know, obviously not worried. but that doesn’t feel like a great omen? someone leaving dead flowers outside? “
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“ you think okay, I get it, I'm prepared for the worst, but you hold out that
small hope, see, and that's what fucks you up. that's what kills you. ”
( kathryn newton, nineteen, genderqueer ) hey, was that KATHERINE ‘KITTY’ ABBOTT passing by? so much has happened recently; I haven’t seen the PUREBLOOD in forever, but I’d recognize HER anywhere. rumor has it the SECOND year is studying to be a HEALER. they always reminded me of SOFT CURRENTS by ALEXANDRA SAVIOR. I’ve also heard they’ve been recruited by THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX. but despite all that I think they’re still EMPATHETIC, FLEXIBLE & EARNEST and FLIGHTY, DESTRUCTIVE & CHANGEABLE. and the HUFFLEPUFF alum still reminds me of always scalding your tongue, on either bitten-back words or tea you don’t let cool; a smear of lipstick, wiped off on the back of your hand (don’t you know you’re not that kind of girl?); the buzz of celebratory drinks when no one around feels much like celebrating; windswept blonde locks escaping from your braid; an unshakable feeling that you’re always doing something wrong; layering up on hand-me-down clothes, as if they offer any protection at all. well, then, I guess some things never change. ( zoe, 23, cst, she/her )
CONTENT WARNINGS: death of a close family member, mourning, drug & alcohol use
ADDITIONAL MATERIALS: kitty’s playlist, stats page, & pinterest board
FIND KITTY’S INTRO HERE.
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A Mood!
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