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[alisterfm]

Right on cue, wandering eyes pause to focus on them the moment the pair enter the great hall. A vision in black and green, but he’s sure she’s the reason for it and he can’t help the way his body tenses against her lithe frame. He drops her arm on instinct and he swears he hears his mother's voice as his hand moves to the small of her back as his promise echoes through his thoughts. She’s warmth against the palm of his hand, flesh on flesh as he pulls her closer to him defensively, though he has no real reason for it. “You start with that drink and you won’t make it to see the band.” He chuckles, his mouth pressing a kiss against her temple as the pair move inward and the crowd parts for them. “I’m not exactly sure what’s in that punch but something tells me it’s more potent than Blaise’s homemade brew of last Christmas.” There was a shiver that passed through him at the mention of the concoction, the aftershock still felt nearly a year later and he was in no hurry to relive that morning after. “What is it the muggles say? Something about not wanting to be the one to hold your hair back at the end of the night?”

for: aster rosier / @alisterfm​

The two made a formidable pair— clad in the darkest shades of green, they were the shadowy reflection of their patron house. Zehra twined her arm through Aster’s, a Kaplan on foreign soil did not hold the same weight that she would in her own circle, but he had been a friend of hers since her first days in Thiudreiks and at his side they had become a two-headed beast that rivalled the runespoor that haunted the entrance hall. Her lips bent like wire and she did not shudder under the assessing gazes that flicked their way. House Slytherin was accused of a great many things within Aurelius, but being shabby was certainly not one of them. “Should we start with a drink, or should we make rounds?” Her tone hovered between amusement and boredom, as though all of this posturing was beneath them. “I don’t want to miss the band, but I don’t want to attempt it sober either.“

[alisterfm]

aster lets out an amused laugh and raises his hands up in front of his chest, “easy tiger. i don’t know your life enough to answer that.” she shakes his head and take a sip of his cup. “for all i know you could be in need of a galleon or two after gambling your family’s wealth. it’s happened before, more times than you would probably assume. didn’t mean to insult your gryffindor pride.” it was comical at times, how both houses that claimed to be so different, were so similar, easily insulted and almost too prideful. “you need to be careful though. you get into a position where someone owes you a favor and you also allow yourself to be in a position that turns you into an accessory. we’re going down together if she’s flammable.” it’s not the girl with the dragon in her hair he fears, but rather another wix, one that will hang both of them up by their toes and consider it mercy. “but don't worry, if we go down together i’ve been told i’m exceptional company.”

it  seemed  as  though  most  of  everyone  at  the  party  was  getting  along  which  was  always  a  plus.  or,  rather,  if  anybody  had  been  kicking  up  a  fuss  then  seamus  wasn’t  around  to  see  it.  not  that  he  would  even  want  to,  considering  inter-house  parties  were  far  and  few  inbetween  so  risking  any  chance  of  it  going  to  shit  was  shooting  himself  in  the  foot.  aster’s  mention  of  money  has  his  expression  contorting  into  distaste,  but  then  again  it  could  also  be  from  the  acidic  burn  of  the  alcohol  that  he  just  downed.  ❝  do  i  look  like  i  want  your  money,  rosier  ??  i’m  more  interested  in  the  currency  of  favors  or  fun  —  that’s  what  i  find  valuable,  ❞  seamus  answers  as  blue  eyes  flicker  over  the  slytherin,  wagging  his  eyebrows  in  a  faux  suggestive  manner.  ❝  i  wonder  if  growin'  hair  is  just  as  slow  as  an  arm  or  somethin’  when  you  use  skele-gro.  muggles  always  have  wigs  if  it’s  that  dire  but  if  magic  hasn’t  improved  to  grow  hair  then  damn  …  we  might  suck.  ❞

[alisterfm]

“i’ve never shared anything a day in my life and i don’t intend to start doing that now,” he’s quick to point out. “but maybe if you ask nicely i’ll share a thing or two with you, if that day ever comes.” and every part of him hopes it doesn’t. ruining his life was one thing, but dragging others along the same way was another. and pansy is someone he wants to keep as far away from his father as possible. his hold on the girl only tightens as he makes them take a step back, pushing them up against the bark. his hand rests gently against the small of her back as he adds just enough pressure to pull her closer until every part of him is touching her, and the only thing he can smell is her hair. “you can threaten to kill me as often as you’d like if that’s what gets you off.”

a  roll  of  her  eyes,  and  she  can’t  resist  making  a  reference  to  the  soon  to  be  marriage  between  their  respective  mother  and  father  with  a  murmur  of,  “you’re  only  concerned  with  my  knickers  'cause  we’ll  be  sharing  a  chest  soon  enough.”  pansy  absolutely  refuses  to  look  up  at  him  from  where  he’s  got  his  arms  around  her,  keeping  her  closer  than  she  prefers  to  be  where  alister  is  concerned,  the  difference  in  height  especially  infuriating  at  such  proximity.  “offering  your  apologies  already?”   pansy  peeks  a  glance  from  around  the  tree  he’s  got  the  pair  behind,  still  not  giving  him  the  satisfaction  of  meeting  his  gaze.   “i  should  threaten  to  kill  you  more  often.”

[alisterfm]

mystvcs​:

“ what a surprise. suddenly , you’re quite interested in conversing with me , “ the wix smirked slightly as dark hues roamed up and down aster. there had always been a sort of sexual tension between them but neither of them had ever crossed that line ; preferring to keep flirting but if the opportunity arose , flora wouldn’t say no. “ a forrest green or an emerald green ? maybe if you’re a good boy , i will model them for you , “ tilting her head to the side as she crossed one leg over the other. “ and yet you’ve never tried to get me out of my clothes . “

“you wound me, flora, i’m always interested in conversing with you.” he says with a wink though they both know his words to be untrue. aster was only interested when it suited him, or when she was looking particularly better than everyone else, which happened to be often. “a second shot,” he begins to say and presses a hand over his chest in feigned pain, “i’m always a good boy. if you hear otherwise it’s nothing but a nasty rumor.” there’s a gleam in his eye that accompanies his words, good had never been something used to describe the rosier heir. “there’s no point in trying, i like to leave things up to fate. but feel free to model both for me and i’ll tell you which one i think cormac will like the best.” 

[alisterfm]

with a couple of drinks already in his system, liquid courage through his veins, aster is feeling a bit more daring than most nights. laughing at her reaction he reaches around her delicate frame and wraps his arms around her, pulling her closer to him. “shh, don’t get your knickers all twisted up or you’ll be uncomfortable for the rest of the night.” he pulls back and looks down at the brunette, almost a foot’s difference in height and presses a chaste kiss to the top of her head. “i offer my apologies,” he offers as he tucks a lock of her hair behind her ear. “say you’ll forgive me and it wont happen again…for the rest of the night.”

“i made sure you got one befitting your personality,” pansy quips, and she’s opening her mouth to continue just so she can call him a nuisance just as the events unfold leading to a dragon in some bird’s hair. while she has no plans of remedying the situation, a hand at her wrist pulls her away. pansy pulls it out of his grasp the moment she can. “are you insane?” she huffs in distain, wiping drops of spilled liquor off of her hand. “the only thing i’m taking with me to my grave is you, apparently. you better not muck up my party by losing your little pet, aster.”

[alisterfm]

obliviatcd​:

It wasn’t so much the miniature dragons that had her attention so much as it was the idiots that kept messing with them. Poe’s eyes scanned the surrounding area for her cousins. Though whether the twins were there or not didn’t particularly interest her. Not this time at least. This time it was Theo’s idiot self she needed to be watching to make sure he didn’t make a spectacle of the entire Graves family by meddling with the dragons and making something catch fire. But he was nowhere to be seen and before she knew it there was someone else meddling with one of them before they tossed the Hungarian Horned Tail absently before she could answer his question. Her eyes widened and her breath caught in her chest as the tiny beast landed in another’s hair and the witch only ran her fingers through it. Somehow managing to not be bitten by the creature that snuggled in their tresses. “Impressive,” she breathed, “Oh I have no idea how that might’ve even found its way there!” Poe batted her long lashes, placing a hand on her chest in faux innocence. “If that doesn’t work, I’m wicked good at memory charms,” she beamed, “My brother taught me how to make any professor forget their own name.”

“exactly like that,” he laughs appreciating how quick she was able to follow along with his request and affirming his innocence in case anyone nearby was listening. he turned to offer his thanks, but faltered, unable to think of who she was. aster wasn’t familiar with the blonde that happened to be witness to his mishap, sure he had seen her around a few times in the great hall or maybe even in one of the many aurelius corridors, but despite his best attempt at putting a name to the face he came up empty. “is that what you’re doing now?” he questions, her boasting a perfect excuse to his lack of memory. “i should know your name and yet i’ve got nothing, what a naughty wix you are.”

[alisterfm]

aster has no qualms with most gryffindors or any other members of the other houses despite what most would think. being in slytherin doesn’t dictate his social life though it seems not many other can say the same. seamus, while not a close personal friend, is someone whose company he enjoys mostly due to his chaotic nature, a reliable source of entertainment at any party. “are you about to try and shake me down for money? pay for your silence and shit?” he raises a brow while trying his best to be nonchalant about the dragon digging into the poor bird’s hair. “good news for her, i’ve seen a couple of healers that could give it a go if she loses all her hair. if not, she'll be spending the next few months wearing a hat and i’ll be forced to visit my vault at gringotts to pay up.”

while  seamus  isn't  the  number  one  fan  of  malfoy  or  most  of  the  slytherin's  (  mainly  for  their  penchant  of  thinking  their  shite  don't  stink  ),  he  has  to  say  that  pansy  did  a  great  job  setting  up  everything.  the  tiny  dragons  were  a  smash  and  while  his  alcohol  muddled  mind  was  already  conjuring  up  ways  for  the  ‘lil  dude  and  murdock  to  be  mates,  he  knew  the  reality  was  that  his  cat  may  try  to  devour  the  dragon.  his  train  of  thought  is  derailed  by  the  sound  of  a  voice  close  by  and  when  seamus  turns  his  head,  he  notices  it's  aster.  ❝  if  they  weren't  then  i  think  i'd  be  more  concerned,  ❞  seamus  answers  and  takes  another  generous  sip  from  his  drink  that  soon  leaves  it  empty  in  his  hand.  the  scene  that  unravels  only  leaves  him  the  choice  of  watching  as  the  draon  in  question  soon  flings  over  into  an  unsuspecting  ravenclaw  feet  away.  always  loving  a  good  gag,  seamus  can't  help  but  openly  snicker  behind  the  rim  of  his  cup.  ❝  my  silence  doesn't  come  cheap  and  for  a  slytherin  you  should  appreciate  that,  ❞  he  quips,  offering  a  grin  in  return.  ❝  all  i  say  is  i  hope  that  bird  has  no  plans  of  insultin'  malfoy.  otherwise  her  hair'll  be  gone  in  a  flash.  ❞

[alisterfm]

“it’s an unhealthy obsession for them either way,” he agrees with a shake of his head. “they love him so much they’ll fawn about him all day long, one particular brunette comes to mind with that one. or their hate for him takes over their every thought. either way it’s comical watching from the outside.” he wondered if it ever bothered the malfoy heir, but he didn’t let himself think on it for too long. ever the gentleman, when he wants to be, aster hands effie his drink to allow the brunette a taste. “are you confessing your attraction to me? would you put posters of me up in your dorm if i were on the cover of witch weekly next month?”

“those gryffindors just aren’t smart enough to see that aurelius does need draco. he’s a divisive figure, but you can’t deny everyone loves talking about him.” effie accepted aster’s arm around her shoulders, if only so she could try and take the drink from his hand. she let out a tremendously dramatic sigh at his question, as though it was a life or death decision. “first of all, i wish everyone would stop suggesting that roman is anything even approaching attractive. secondly, yes blaise does photograph well, but who else could i envisage on that front cover but you, darling aster?”

[alisterfm]

amortentva​:

“no—to my delight, she forgets that she has a daughter at times,” pansy answers, a slight smile brightening her features. to anyone else, such a declaration is a woeful admission, but she’s never been close with her mother or father; with the latter dead, that leaves just one parent left to evade. “she certainly won’t insist on it. a shame that i have to gain a new father figure when i just rid myself of the last one, though.” a huff of exasperation leaves her as she settles further back into the plush chair she’s curled up in. pansy wouldn’t say she’s comforted by alister having a similar disfavour of his father as she does towards her mother, but it’ll surely come in handy having an ally to suffer in silence with for ‘family’ events.

“i find it hard to believe that anyone could forget about you,” he confesses with more truth behind his words than he should be admitting. only merlin knows how hard he’s tried, but the brunette in front of him demands attention, forcing her way into his mind without much warning. her smile plagues his thoughts, the way the right side of her lips curve higher than her left when she smiles, but only if she really means it which is a rarity to most. “he’s not much of a father figure so you won't be gaining one there,” he says, pulling himself back to the conversation. “maybe you’ll get lucky, i wouldn’t call him step father just yet. he might find someone else between now and then that fits his idea better than your mum.” women came and went in his father’s life, some with names worthy of more than a midnight tryst but rarely did he ever truly commit. he wonders if pansy’s mum will follow the pattern or if he’ll finally say i do and force him to rid himself of whatever feelings did or didn’t linger for the girl in front of him.

[alisterfm]

open to anyone at pansy’s party by the lake

how his soon to be step sister got her hand on so many model dragons he’ll never know, but the idea appears to have charmed the entire guest list, himself included. he watches the way it comes at him every time he tries to touch it, moving around in the palm of his hand, trying to nip the tip of his finger. “feisty little buggers aren’t they?” he takes his attention away from the hungarian horntail for less than a second, but it’s enough for the small creature to pierce his skin. he hisses in shock, pulling his hand back all too quickly in a knee jerk reaction that sends the minute dragon flying into the nest of hair of a unknown wix. he can’t help the laugh that follows, reaching over for his companion as his fingers curl gently around their wrist and tugs them around to take cover behind the old oak tree. “if that turns ugly later, you tell no one about it. take it to your grave for my sake, yeah?”

[alisterfm]

curicsities​:

open to: everyone location: pansy’s party, somewhere near the center of attention

as much as she loved participating, effie could see the merit in taking a moment to consider her surroundings. of course, the moment didn’t last too long, the wix incapable of keeping her mouth shut for any length of time. “i know we’re all very happy draco is still with us, but if we’re being entirely honest, he is not the slytherin i would pick as being the one with the potential for a modelling career.” the remark was made to no-one in particular, but spying someone standing near, effie fixed her gaze on them - trapping them into the debate. “don’t you think?”

the silence he’d sought out didn’t last long, he'd taken exactly two drinks from his goblet before effie's voice broke through his thoughts. it took another beat before he realized he’d inadvertently found himself near her side. “ happy is debatable depending on who you’d ask, ” he pointed out. “ i see several gryffindors who would rather this be a bon voyage.” aster took the needed strides to close the distance between the pair, draping his free arm around her lithe shoulders. “ alright i’ll bite, who would you rather see on the cover of wix weekly? roman? what about blaise? he seems like a bloke who photographs well. ”  

[alisterfm]

amortentva​:

closed, for alister rosier. location, slytherin common room.

“i don’t know about you, but my mother didn’t exactly do me the honor of informing me about an engagement in the works,” pansy muses, in no way riveted or spellbound by the recent gossip pinging her wiztab that she lowers into her lap, gaze lifting to meet aster’s with her lips upturned in amusement. “do you think we’ll be invited to the engagement party?” @alisterfm

“did you expect her to?” he asked with genuine wonder. he’d known about the engagement, not from his own father but from one of the house elves who thought he’d be interested in the news, which he hadn’t been. “depends on how well we behave, or his mood, or the weather on the day of, or if your mother insists on it.” if they were lucky they’d be left out of all and any festivities regarding the engagement. “do you want to be invited?”

[alisterfm]

mystvcs​:

𝓉𝒶𝑔𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑔 : @cedric-diggcrys​ , @treacletcrt​ & @velvetures​

being engaged to be engaged was something that flora always expected ; it was something that her parents had drilled into her from a young age. a respectable marriage to a respectable family. it would seem that some higher power had it out for her when she found out her future husband was cormac of all people. slamming her wiztab down onto the table , flora closed her eyes in annoyance before speaking , “ if my mother sends me one more article about wedding dresses , i am going to scream , “ opening her eyes , a slight smirk graced her lips as she turned to face the other , “ the fun part is choosing wedding lingerie. opinions ? “

by now aster had learned to block out anything that came out of flora’s mouth regarding her impending doom, or marriage, whichever she wanted to call it. he’d play through the motions, nodding after so many words and occasionally looking up from his book to meet her gaze. if she was able to tell or not she didn’t let on as she continued, finally pulling his attention to her. “are you offering to model them for me?” he asked perking up, shutting his book before setting it down on the side table in his living room. the pair had never crossed that invisible line, nor did he think they ever would, but he still enjoyed teasing at the thought. “i’m partial to the color green, but i think you’d look better in gold. or better yet in nothing at all” 

[alisterfm]

vcritaservm​:

setting, viaduct courtyard, start of term festival. closed, for aster ♡ @vneficus​

a smirk spreads across harry’s lips when he arrives near the wizard’s chess club’s booth and spots aster not far away, sidling up next to him and raising a brow in recognition.  “ astro, ”  he greets, raising his goblet towards him before taking a sip.  “ hope you’ve spent some time over the summer practicing your chess skills. wouldn’t want your meager skills to get even rustier, after all, ”  he teases, always enjoying pressing the other boy’s buttons.

“it’s endearing the way you worry about me all year round, henry” aster shot back with a hand spread over his heart. “but  i’ve told you time and time again, i’m just not that into you. worry about another, i dont want to keep hurting you.” he said, reaching over with his free hand to gently pat his shoulder twice with feigned worry. over time the pair have developed a pseudo friendship where depthless insults were exchanged back and forth in a form of comederie. “if i let you beat me next game do you think it’ll help you get over your obsession with me? or am i cursed to be the object of your affection year round? be honest.”

[alisterfm]

                                𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖉𝖚𝖈𝖎𝖓𝖌... 𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖎𝖊𝖗

NAME: alister james rosier

NICKNAMES: aster, 

AGE:twenty three

GENDER IDENTITY:cis-male

PRONOUNS:he/him

SEXUALITY: fluid

BIRTHDAY: march 22

STAR SIGN: aries

WAND: yew, phoenix core, 12 1/2″ long, supple flexibility 

PATRONUS: goshawk

BLOOD STATUS: pureblood

SPECIALISING: magical artifacts

EXTRACURRICULARS: care of magical creatures, wizard chess, swim team

HOUSE: slytherin

ALMA MATER: thriudreiks

HEIGHT: 6′2″

HAIR: brown

EYES: blue

background

I. It’s an usually cold night in spring, midwives gather in a bedroom chamber to welcome the first born that will continue the sacred line. He doesn’t cry, worry lingers in his mothers eyes; when assurances comes, the worry fades. The cold follows from infancy to childhood, chilling him to his core until it settles in his bones. Expectations weigh him down, the Rosier name a sacred 28 and there’s a way things must be done. He has to excel with no exception, the purest blood they said but when skin is cut it still bleeds red.

II. His father is ice, strict and stern and unforgiving. His mother is warmth, gentle and loving and safe. Childhood is a mix of both, heavy words soothed over by forgiving arms. He’s brought up the way a boy of his status should be, though his fathers words about status and blood go ignored. They mean nothing to a curious boy more focused in the stories in his books than the one’s of his ancestor’s past.

III. It’s unexpected, his mother’s leaving, though a surprise to none except his father. Their marriage was never the fairy tale picture, a marriage of duty and a stranger of love. She held on to her son with a iron grip but in the end she had to put her happiness first, freedom was granted but he’d been the price. On the day she left, he received his letter. The years that followed were void of warmth and in its absence grew resentment. His father remained unchanged, his focus still on the legacy of their name and Aster’s place in it. He was sent away to school, a place with others just like him, told to not just be better but the best and anything else would not be accepted.

IV. Thiudreiks is paradise, a moment of peace away from home and he shows his thanks by living up to the expectations wanted from him. He makes a home in a found family of his own choosing, some familiar from childhood days and others new and with nothing in common, a select group of friends that he offers his loyalties to. He does as he’s told until at 18 he sheds the weight from his shoulders. He peruses a higher education for him, Aurelius, finally time for himself and away from any expectations. 

tidbits

despite being pureblood and holding the rosier name, aster doesn’t really care about blood status. it’s partly due to his family’s obsession with it

slytherins tend to get a bad rep for being the worst but aster isn’t very cruel, he’s cold and doesn’t offer a friendly hand but he also won’t go out of his way for cruelness. that requires time and effort and there are better things to do

when it comes to relationships he’s very flaky. he’ll be the perfect boyfriend for a brief moment then might lose interest or get bored and calls it quits. 

the idea of having to share a bedroom with 3 others does not appeal to him at all, because of this he chooses to stay off campus and lives in hogsmead. he’ll walk or fly in to class every day. often his flat is a gathering place for his friends

he doesnt shy away from trouble, he likes to keep things spicy from time to time

i’m open to pretty much any plot with him!! feel free to reach out to me if i don’t reach out to first!!

[alisterfm]

[alisterfm]

vcritaservm​:

setting, viaduct courtyard, start of term festival. closed, for aster ♡ @vneficus​ 

aster is a sight for sore eyes after all of the chaos of the first couple of days of term, though lisa doesn’t do much more than give him a nod of acknowledgement when she first sees him at the festival, as she’s in the middle of a conversation with a prospective tribune member. she’s lost sight of him by the time she’s finished, and she shrugs it off, and doesn’t seem to encounter him again until about an hour later, when she nearly bumps into him on her way to the food tent to pick up a little snack.  “ oh! well, that’s one way to catch my attention. though if you wanted to be close to me, you could’ve just asked, rosier. ”

he makes no effort in playing the part expected of him, drifting in and out of conversations and offering no apologies when a reply is missed. by now such behavior should be expected but it doesn’t stop people from trying, asking questions about what his summer holiday consisted of and if he went anywhere special. he continued to float from one group to another, never lingering for more than fifteen minutes. after he had spent what he considered to be a generous amount of his time at the festival he murmured his farewells and began to make his way towards the courtyard entry way, only stopping when a familiar brunette came into view. “is this not what you wanted?” he quickly stepped in her way, blocking her view of the food tent as he towers over her. “you think i didn’t notice you staring at me earlier? you should’ve interrupted, you know i don’t bite too hard.”