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❝ mercyborgin‌. ❞

“ I was saving that seat for someone, actually, “  mercy said, half-assing an apologetic smile to accompany her words as she leafed through the evening edition of the prophet. she wasn’t  —  or rather, she supposed she usually expected to sit near people she wanted to. it wasn’t something she had to work to save when it just happened. but ariadne didn’t need to know that she didn’t actually care. mercy just lived in a constant state of feigning care over things that didn’t matter and feigning a lack of care over things that did. she saw no point in being honest with her.  “ but it’s okay. you can sit there if you want to, ariadne. “  

she took a few more moments to finish the article she was on  ( some benign thing about one of the montrose magpies’ players, really? was this whole world obsessed with sports? )  before finally setting her paper aside to look at the person she was speaking with. 

“ honestly, and not to be argumentative, “  it was to be argumentative; for fun, to add something to a conversation that seemed destined to stall out.  “ —  I feel like this term is moving so slow, “  she said, the apology slipping from her smile just before the smile slipped off her face.  “ it’s like easter won’t be here for another year at the rate time is moving, you know? so no rush on those gobstoppers, though thanks so much for offering. I’ve never really liked them. too much fizz. “

        ❝  oh ...   ❞    immediately,     ariadne got up to start moving again, and only stayed reluctantly.   for a minute, doe eyes glanced around the hall, pre-occupied with worry that the rightful owner of the seat would appear any second. she settled back down, smoothing over robes with a half baked smile. it was filled with sincerity,    but the younger girls eyes were shaking with an unvoiced nervousness.

 the lack of conversation didn’t help to quell the bubbling anxiety in her throat.    ariadne was usually pretty good at always being positivity; but perhaps the double life; the secrecy she was sworn to; was causing her to always be on edge over everything. she doubted herself a lot; so she couldn’t fathom how other people weren’t.          ❝  i mean -- i guess it is kind of moving slow -- -   ❞ a pause as she fidgeted with her hands,   her index fingers pushing together,     ❝  but time is always linear regardless of perception of it ...    not looking forward to easter ?  if you’re not excited time seems to drag on, i was reading about it recently actually.    ❞ 

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🖋 + trust

hey did you know that ariadne’s middle name was gullible ? no?

well if you told ariadne that, she would.

ariadne isn’t … the best at thinking for herself. she’s never been a leader, she’s a sheep, and by extension, a naturally extremely trusting person.

 though there is a caveat; she’s not trusting to a fault, she isn’t a hufflepuff like that  – - she’s a ravenclaw, she’s smart and wise and wouldn’t do things that she’s been told are wrong.  

the only issue with that ? someone took the manual of how to raise a nice child, and manipulated the hell out of it, 

she trusts the wrong people ; and she does trust the right people, she just doesn’t believe what they are telling her.

in terms of losing her trust … ? it takes a lot to accomplish that. 

she still trusts her parents. she just doesn’t like them. 

sure, they’re idiotic, useless, and have minus zero braincells between the two of them, but she doesn’t doubt the fact that if they say they’re going to do something, they probably will.

and if they don’t, it’s just because they forgot. 

it would take roughly . .. .  seventeen acts of viscious, humiliating betrayal for ariadne to learn her lesson to not trust someone. and on the other hand, it would take only three halfbaked apologies for ariadne to rewarm up to someone.

she is a sheep. and she doesn’t formulate her own opinions very easily.

if someone she trusts says, this person can be trusted, she would sit there and let them stab her in the back with a smile on her face.

her trust isn’t something that needs to be earned; it’s an automatic given, unless someone ( like a high-up death eater above her ) says otherwise, she has it in buckets, far too much.

 empathy and sympathy ? almost unheard of, but trust ? she has it to the point it’s crippling. it’s rotting her. her trust. 

too much of a traditionally good thing is very much bad for you.

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   ❝ ohailyn‌. ❞

Ailyn had a head ache. She seemed to have those more often these days — she blamed other people for her pains; it seemed like Hogwarts had been caught by a wave of emotions and opinions that she didn’t care much for. War was tiring, it turned out. As an aspiring historian, Ailyn had devoured plenty of books on war in the past, and now that she was caught in the middle of one she simply wanted to leave. Mainly because she could hardly look at this situation without judgement, without a hint of emotion, even ( she kept these for herself, though, as she didn’t want to cause others head aches, too — at least she was considerate ). And so dreams of faraway cities teased her mind more often than not, her entire being longing for obscurity and distance. To catch eyes only because of her appearance, to be a soft-pink ghost in passing, nameless, beautiful, strange.

But in stead she was stuck in the Great Hall, tuning out the general chatter, eyes focused on a book that was due to return that day, hoping to finish it in peace —–

And then there was Ariadne Diggle, all smiles and kindness and softness. Ariadne Giggle, as Ailyn referred to her in her head, somewhat endearingly. “Hm, don’t you have anything else? I don’t like how they … fizz.” She closed her book, keeping a finger between the pages. “Besides, isn’t eating candy before dinner somewhat … controversial? You’ve got to eat your veggies before dessert, and all that. And you’re fine,” she said, soft smile on her lips. “Sitting next to Slytherins all day does get a bit tiring. Less tiring than sitting next to Gryffindors all day, I imagine, but still — some of us are so dramatic.” Ailyn grinned guiltily, aware of the fact that she did belong to that category.

        ❝  i think i have the entire stock of honeydukes in here really.  ❞    spoken with a huff of her chest;    an unspoken slight annoyance despite the grinning smile plastered on her mask of a face. it was a dig to the diggle’s;    the unobservant parents who really had no clue about their daughters wishes, and bought presents people would only consider for an 11 year old. and despite ariadne’s size, she wasn’t actually 11.        ❝  take your pick ; your welcome to the lot.    help keep the 3rd years off my tail.  ❞  

               ❝          of course ; you don’t have to have any if you don’t want to.       i think i heard that it’s actually some new kind of muggle trend ;  like desert for breakfast ? maybe ?   ❞     reddy-brown locks shifted down her shoulders as ariadne tilted to the side, a reflection of the child genius having to search through the mass of mental folders to remember that one thing;   but miss it entirely.    a soft smile; she straightened up,   hoping to not have to explain something she, in the end, did not know, any further.    ❝  slytherins aren’t that bad; see, i sat next to you willingly !     but then,    maybe i’m just as loud ? it fits !   ❞   

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we’re just devils trying to look like angels, such a corrupted era we’ve created and there is no way to find halos

because this world is covered in ashes (via okayodysseus)

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🖋 + colors

Send 🖋 and a word and I’ll tell you some headcanons relating to it! — ( * accepting. )

the diggle family is a ... colourful family to say the least;    yes in personality -- but also in the house. the walls were always a horrendous clash of vibrant hues that some claimed could cause sea-sickness. it was a cacophony of rainbows.

ariadne from birth was swaddled in them; surrounded to the point that she did, in fact, get very sick of them. very quickly. perhaps it was the general grudge she held towards her family lingering in doe eyes,    but her annoyance with bright colours was real and palpable.

very quickly she started suffering migraines when exposed to strong colours for long periods of time;   yellow being one of the most offensive to her.

she personally preferred the pastel hues of everything; her favourites a pastel pink & a soft beige -- thusly, hating the fact that all the clothes she was bought, all her wizarding robes fell in the shades of emerald green, to roaring fire red, to peacock blue.

thus;  she was awfully happy when for her 10th birthday -- her tutor taught her how to use the colovaria charm & the multicofors transfiguration spell so that she could wear what she wanted to without having to upset her parents.

if asked she’d state her favourite colours are anything pastel: and would usually quote baby pink, sky blue, beige & peach amongst her friends, as well as actively trying to avoid anything carnation yellow, eden green, & peacock blue. 

she also thinks monochromatic colours are boring like fuck white & black at least have some kind of personality. 

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❝  isaacmacmillan‌. ❞

he couldn’t help the visible recoil his body reacted with when ariadne plopped down beside him.  “someone’s awfully chipper today,”  isaac mumbled under his breath, but still definitely loud enough for her to hear.  it wasn’t malicious.  just an observation.  but thankfully, he just sat down himself, bag still in his lap.  it made for a quick getaway if the need arose, now that she had crashed his relative peace and quiet.  “i — ”  how anyone could be concerned about their stock of sweets at a time like this was beyond him.  but if she was offering …  maybe it would get her to be quiet.  it was worth a shot.  “fine.  and no, i wasn’t.  just me, myself, and i.”  he stuck his hand out, rather impatiently.  he wasn’t big on sweets, but he was big on not being bothered when he was trying to eat dinner.

      ❝ someone is grouchy today -- . ❞   ariadne muttered back, words crystal clear in no intent to disguise them, shifting herself into the wooden pew as best as she could.   although words may have been spoken with a slightsnarkto them; it was jovial in intent, though their was a wild flashof annoyance in deep brown eyes as she rolled them to the side - quick to glance around the rest of the ravenclaw table.   ❝ oh, that’s good,   i’d really hate to intrude you know ? ❞   she’s well aware of the irony in her words,   but only lets it be marked with her silence as she fiddled some more with her posture.    she pushed her hair over her shoulder, fastening it behind her ears before she reached into her bag to grab the box that was as neatly wrapped on the day she received it. contrary to the image she sought so hard to portray, ariadne wasn’t the biggest fan of sweets.        ❝ here -- help yourself,   oh ! i promised i’d keep some for something later so don’t help yourself too much. ‘sides, you’d end up spoiling dinner. ❞

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❝ seekinglouis‌.❞

louis eyed the walking stack of books, nearly blaming it on a stress-induced hallucination until ariadne’s face popped out above the top.  his face scrunched up in mild confusion when she spoke, but she continued before he could say anything.  i’m okay.”  he barely believed it himself, but louis hoped he was better at convincing others.  “both of those things sound really great, but i’m fine.”  he took another look at the books and cocked his head.  “what’s all that for?  where are you headed with all of those?”  the library was definitely the opposite direction, and that was a lot of books for one person to carry.  louis glanced back at the classroom, but he figured he had already run out — the damage had been done.  it wouldn’t kill him to take a breather, right?

  ariadne didn’t press any further    ;       it’d be a bold faced lie to say she really cared in the first place,     she only asked out of manners.    she rocked back on her heels, and then forward again,  not wanting to pause for even a second.    ❝ oh,   okay -- ‌.❞     lips pressed into a thin smile,     clearly unconvinced by louis statement, but again, people’s problems were always very much one and the same to the child genius.     ❝  --    well,    if you’re studying in the library when you’re supposed to be in class you’re bound to get caught  oh -- ❞     her face winced - the sudden realisation passing over passing through all five stages of grief in quick succession, ducking immediately behind the stack of books as if it would off her any protection against the upcoming consequences.     ❝ sugar you’re not going to give me detention,  are you  ‌?    it’s just some advanced charms i swear.   ❞   spoken with metaphorical fingers held behind her back ; not entirely a bold faced lie,   the skipping class and risking detention was very much the truth but the contents of the books weren’t all about charms. 

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   ❝  violentlongiings‌. ❞  

it had been days since the last most stirring thing had happened within the castle walls, and the days only seemed to prolong themselves as if taunting her—poking her boredom. she wanted to see more chaos unfurl, but she was an understanding person. she could wait ; she could be patient.

she had taken off one shoe, fiddling with its laces when she heard another voice speak up near her. it was a welcomed distraction—or much deserved break—from her potions homework. she looked up, and offered the other girl a small smile. “oh, hello ariadne. hold on, what? you have a stash? well, i don’t suppose you have anything other than gobstoppers? either way, if you’re willing to part with them, i would love to take them off your hands.” maddison shook her head in response. “no, it’s all yours ‘till dinner starts.”

      ❝  hi ! ❞        in a brief moment ; ariadne forgot if she had already greeted  maddison or not as she sat down. she knew she had said something, but whether a polite hello was amongst them was completely forgotten. so, to be safe, she said it once more, her sheepish smile reflecting the thought process that racked her head.

     she wiggled down into the seat,     placing a large, awfully plain looking sack onto the table. it didn’t seem like it could hold too much, but the resounding thud it made as ariadne placed it on the table suggested otherwise.    ❝  oh, it’s such a stash it’s been on the prefects hit list for like a good month now.     you have to keep it like . . hush  though alright, because i’ve seen how ravenous the first years can get if not kept in line. ❞      untying the parcel string, ariadne peeked inside, using an index finger to poke around the contents as she surveyed what was inside,         ❝  oh ! i’ve gotten some chocolate frogs leftover too, acid pops ... cauldron cakes.   really, i think my uncle robbed honeydukes for christmas and i just forgot, but help yourself please ! i desperately need to reduce my sweet hoarding profile -- - those first years ... ❞    

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hugosts‌.

There it was again, that darned habit of his. He would turn his head towards the Gryffindor table to catch a glimpse of his sister and extended family. For a split second, he expected to see Lily, and then jarringly realized that she wasn’t…  there. It felt like his heart was being ripped out all over again, all because of a seemingly innocent habit. Hugo cursed the lack of action, the lack of any kind of news. 

Despite the happenings, he awarded Ariadne with a slight lift of his lips, steadying her when she collided into him. A genuine one—not like the polite one he would’ve given to others. He thought Ariadne’s cheeriness was refreshing and not at all insensitive, as some might’ve liked to perceive. He knew it was her own way of dealing with the events, and quite frankly, he was grateful to be receiving her energy. With Ariadne, Hugo was no longer the awkward teen who didn’t fit anywhere. She made him feel belonged, which was what drew him to her when they were first years. He would normally recoil from high energy types such as her. “I would like to think so, since we’ve been sitting next to each other for the most part,” he drily states, reaching out a hand and slightly ruffling Ariadne’s shiny hair (which honestly puzzles him on how it could stay like that). “Merlin, Ari,” his eyes widened at the sight of the candies, “you’re gonna be sick even with everyone helping you out.”

               ❝   oh . . . yeah !  aha !❞      there was a moment of pause ; the flash of recognition going through her eyes as she suddenly realised she had just gravitated to her usual seat -- which was somehow still free, despite how late ariadne had been running ( held behind in charms class, again. )         ❝    i’m like    ---      so tired right now i didn’t even see where i was sitting ! ❞  she briefly explained her little mistake, brushing it off with a carefree giggle of laughter. cutesy, upbeat and flippant,     seemingly completely unfazed by forgetting her bearings. 

  smile turned into full fledged grin, eyes scrunching shut;    she had no qualms on her appearance, nor having fuzzed up hair, so she just laughed through the hair ruffling, like she always did. ( consistency was key ! or, so she’d been taught. ) it slid back to somewhat normal anyway, thanks to a charm  she’d learnt years ago.  ❝ exactly why i’m trying to share them out before i eat so many i make my sick !     you’ll help me out though right, hugo?    pretty please ~ with a cherry on top ?   ❞ 

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                                          re-uploaded ! thanks tumblr ! 

❝ Deceit is so natural; but a wolf in sheep’s clothing is more than a warning . ❞ KIM JI WOO? No, that’s actually ARIADNE DIGGLE. A SIXTH YEAR student, this RAVENCLAW student is sided with THE DOUBLE AGENTS ( DE.) . SHE identifies as CIS-FEMALE and is a PUREBLOOD who is known to be DECEPTIVE, HEARTLESS, and VENGEFUL but also WITTY, MOTIVATED, and CHEERY.

STATS.

NAME: Ariadne  Persis   Diggle         NICKNAME: ari, baby. AGE:  17 years old.                           BIRTHDAY:  September 27th. SEXUAL ORIENTATION: pansexual. GENDER: cis gender NATIONALITY: great british.              POB: Oxford. BLOOD STATUS: pureblood              HOUSE: ravenclaw WAND: cedar / dragon heartstring / 11” / surprisingly swishy. PATRONUS: unable to produce one but claims that it’s a penguin.

please read 2 the end 4 some connection ideas and spicy memes !!

IS A MONSTER CREATED OR BORN / THE CHILDHOOD.

The diggles on the whole, are a slightly out there family that never really made any sense.

 the kind of pure blood family that people looked at, and wholly wondered whether those blood lines were … really okay. smiley, happy, carefree,      but maybe a few gobstones short.

 Dedalus Diggle, his son Dion Diggle, daughter -in -law, Cybil Diggle, all held such similar personalities to them. It didn’t mean that they were anything less than incredible wizards, but their personalities often overshadowed any individual merit they held.

They worked just outside of London in Oxford, but travelled to Wizarding London on most days for their day jobs, all three of whom worked in a selection of odd jobs from the doing something or other at the ministry, to being a wizard tailor. but all three ( mostly just following dedalus ) were heavily involved in the Order at some point.

Another thing everyone in the family shared was the eccentric names, so it was no surprise when Cybil and Dion christened their first and only born, Ariadne Persis Diggle.

unforutanetly, their naming habits wasn’t the limit of their eccentric behaviour.

To Ariadne’s parents  it was so easy to misplace time, like the mad hatter, plans were lost or all together forgotten, they never got to anywhere punctually — - cybil would even go  on record stating that Dion was late for their wedding ; their child birth. meme for reference

 not that they would ever forget their daughter ; but they did. they left her places all the time; dragon alley, the super market, the forest. she got used to spending time by herself, ariadne learning to look after herself from a young age because she simply just couldn’t trust her parents to look after her. a

 terrifying concept that a child would have to fend for themselves, cook for themselves; not because their parents didn’t love them, but that they just forget to show it. 

part of this was because they were all truly different. ariadne wasn’t scatterbrained, she wasn’t forgetful, or flippant. she was dedicated & serious & incredibly intelligent.       what other child by age 4 could cook for themselves? dress themselves? take themselves to school?  

  ariadne was a child genius ;  a fact that their pre-school had to tell Dion & Cybil several times before they finally got the message;   Ariadne desperately needed a tutor.

In fact, it wasn’t even the seventeen messages, letters home, meetings with the head ( all of which went dutifully ignored ) it was the fact that at the age of 5 — one powerful sneeze almost completely blew up one wing of the small school. and it wasn’t a request,   it was a, “politely let go & no longer wanted at their ‘fine’ institution. “

it was at this point, dion and cybil began to see their own flesh & blood as being a bit of a pain /    annoyed with how much upkeep it required to take care of someone so inquisitive. they tried not to convey this to ariadne. but ariadne was smart, and gifted

ventually, ariadne grew very against her family and what they stood for, but as such a young child at the age of 7, she had no idea how to express this burning inside her heart, so she hid her aggression behind a loving smile, and took out pent up aggression on bugs she found in the garden. tearing them apart, and looking up what she saw in her families dusty, never used library.

eventually, the diggle’s gave out and hired a tutor, and hired the first person they could find with little regard for screening the applicants to find the best fit.   and so, they let a death eater and all the ideologies they carry with them into the diggle household.       see,  

after the whole kindergarten incident,      word of the young diggle girl had spread through newspapers, and the inside talk of the other pureblood families,  it had been noted with interest, so when the job opportunity opened up XYZ I GUESS THIS MIGHT BE A WC  were more than happy to step in to act as the guiding compass in young ariadne’s life.

for  the concept of a child genius, a young witch showing very strong potential in a wide array of magicks, was an interesting concept – and with such a gullible, malleable, manipulatable family? well, [ it’s free real estate meme !]

from the ages of 5-11, ariadne was tutored & trained in a wide variety of disciplinaries. along with this, a distinct hatred of muggles, a disbelief in absolutely everything her parents stood for, how her parents ignorance for her was how all order aligned people were. that they were ineffective; and useless, and whilst not necessarily the scum of the earth ( that was just mud bloods ) they had little to no use. but whilst they didn’t offer much, they were easy tools to be used.

she had tutoring to what was already 5th year material before she even started her 1st year, plus rudimentary training in extremely difficult types of magic such as apparition and legilimency. 

it wasn’t tutoring; it was indoctrination, pure and simple. but they were kind, they were nice, they indulged Ariadne’s interest in learning and inquisitive mind, all the whilst feeding it the less than wholesome ideals that the death eaters had founded themselves on.    

They also mentioned the fact that some people she would meet in life, those horrible, horrible people, were awfully bigoted against these blood purity ideas - the superior ideas - that they held. 

They told her, when dealing with these “acceptance for all / muggle lovers”  people, to keep quiet, keep what was said in lessons between the two of them, because in their words “ there’s no reason for you to go through the trauma we had.” but that wasn’t their reason, no, that was never their reason. They knew full well to get such a death eater loyalist inside the “other sides” ranks would be a feet that required years of predisposition and nudging into a perfect personality. 

Even after Ariadne turned 11 and no longer needed to be homeschooled, she continued the lessons throughout her holidays, constantly having them topped up with the most recent ideology, constantly nudged like a pawn on a chess board into the perfect position. 

And for all Ariadne’s brains,   she was trusting, and easily controlled, for she was near-sighted and once her trust was earned, it was almost impossible for it to be destroyed.

She was sorted into Ravenclaw, inspired by her desire for knowledge, her inquisitive mind that seemed far larger than the rest of her tiny frame ( standing at a whole, 4’9). 

But she was never really the best student,   because she already could do everything that was taught, she lacked the challenge she was so desperately searching for. 

But she couldn’t really find it ever at hogwarts,    so she just often choose to not go to class in favour of going to the library to learn things she didn’t know. And whilst she did often do well on exams,   the teachers would always end up docking her for her … less than sportsmanlike behaviour throughout the year. A plague to anyone who ever vaguely cared about house points.        

But other than annoying other teachers,     she wholly seemed to be a popular girl. She could never be found without her trademark smile, lopsided grin, infectious giggles. 

She had such a sunny demeanour that contrasted so greatly with her rotten insides. She was friendly to everyone, somehow, only interacting with the muggle borns through an unseen gritted teeth, and glares every time no one was looking. 

It also made Ariadne an obvious choice to join the M.A, said everyone with a resounding cheer. It made perfect sense! 

She was from a family that had long been associated with the Order of the Phoenix, she was incredibly smart and great in a duel, and seemed to get along with everyone ! 

Ariadne didn’t know what to say, but agree to sign up, secretly writing an owl to her tutor under the cover of dark. They got her in touch with the heads of the D.E’s at Hogwarts and they came to an agreement, an arrangement. With her tutor to vouch for her loyalty, Adriane signed up for the Death eaters, a heavily guarded secret known by only a select few. 

Ariadne personally loved the freedom that the flip-flop nature of her identity,  the secrecy, the manipulation. 

All in all,   the war feels something of a game to her. 

Much like how she is a pawn in somebody else's game, she feels a certain sense of control from being vested in both sides, that she has some sort of ability to manipulate everything as she sees fit, that perhaps she is playing the protagonist like in one of the stories she read growing up. 

But in reality,   she is still just someone else’s pawn, who will end up branded as a traitor, a wolf in sheep's clothing, no matter who ends up becoming victorious. 

to people in the MA, ariadne is a very well respected, dedicated (and unfortunately trusted) members. to the DE she is ALSO just a member of the MA unless they’re in the higher leadership !

hi ! thanks 4 reading to the end,  do i have any wc? you ask ! not really ! but here’s some concepts i’d love 4 ariadne !

- she can have so many friends ! just so many friends ! give her friends you cowards! - i feel like she’s been in a few relationships / all were quite innocent and ended on seemingly okay terms but maybe there’s an unspoken bad blood ! she’s cute and a pureblood, great for everybody ! - people who lowkey don’t like her or find her annoying / not that they doubt her alliance,    but maybe some (lower rank) DE who think she’s a blood traitor or overly nice?       or just anyone who thinks her smiliness is annoying. - .... . prankster partner ......    lowkey demon thinks it’s one of the easiest way to take her aggression out on people she doesn’t like .. .. - the ONE person who once really saw ariadne snap for whatever reason / very fun plotting possibilities !!!

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where:  hogwarts corridor when:  29 february, 2024 who:  open to anyone @ hogwarts

     this was the most strung-out louis had been in his entire life, he was sure of it.  and given his general state of high-strung, that was definitely saying something.  things had been going okay-ish, as smoothly as they could have been this year.  and then …  boom.  everything came crumbling the fuck down the way it always seemed to, anymore.  lily was gone — vanished — kidnapped.  and this registry business.  truth be told, louis was more concerned about his sisters, his mother especially, than he was himself.  maybe with everything else going on, nothing would happen.  besides, who really cared about a kid who was only one-eighth veela anyway?  

     it was that thought that sent him spiraling, and before he knew it he was excusing himself from class and stumbling out into the hall.  once out of sight and out of earshot of the classroom, he pressed his back to the wall and closed his eyes.  he hadn’t been sleeping very much since shit hit the fan.  how could he?  he had to keep watch to make sure one of his housemates wasn’t about to smother him with a pillow.  louis’s eyes shot open at the thought.  “fuck,”  he whispered.  he tried to steady his breathing, finally glancing around at his surroundings.  “oh shit,”  he muttered, clearing his throat.  “i didn’t see you there.”

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WHERE: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. WHEN: Anytime between February 25th, 2024, and March 6th, 2024. WHO: Any Hogwarts student or professor.

“D’you think they know how aggressive the combination of those patterns look to me, and are trying to make me have my first heart attack at the tender age of sixteen? Or do you think they simply don’t have any taste whatsoever? Ooooooh, or maybe it’s a hidden message. No matter what’s the truth, though, I feel like I should be wearing sunglasses whenever I look at them. Make it stop.”

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open starter: for hogwarts students location: great hall date: march 1st, just before dinner.

            the brightness of ariadne’s smile seemed to fall in deep contrast to the more sombre air in the atmosphere of hogwarts as of late.    in reality,   it was because ariadne knew she personally had very little to be scared of as long as she kept playing her cards right,  but to everyone else,  her smile should be a constant.    even when she fell off her broom into the great lake the radiant grin didn’t shift one inch, and if she didn’t flinch then, flinching now could give everything away.           

 such smile was the most notable thing about her as she almost jumped on the only open seat she could find / desperate for some kind of human connection after spending almost all day helping madam pince tidy the library ( after being caught trying to take several books out in her bag ).                       ❝   you want some fizzing gobstoppers? ❞   she hoped the offer of sweets would stop the person whose space she probably collided into from complaining,                ❝   i want to try and clear out my stash before easter, you know ?   it’s like .. godric this term is moving so fast ! oh,    you weren’t saving this seat for someone, where you ?  ❞     she ends her sentence with soft puppy dog eyes and a hopeful smile,     trying to twist empathy round her little finger.

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ARIADNE DIGGLE  ->   character analysis (01/??.)

GIRL FRIGHTENED. GIRL DESTROYED. GIRL AS A SYMPTOM. / GIRL IN A PAROXYSM OF RAGE. GIRL DISAPPEARED IN A / DEATH-LIKE LOSS OF FEELING. GIRL AS INDESCRIBABLE EVIL.

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there she goes

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Ariadne - princess of Crete who married Dionysus and was turned into the goddess of labyrinths, wine, vegetation, and passion

requested by @baccheus & anon

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