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[ask-lilith]

by Ville Kotimaki

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You: "This is jam, right? Right?" Lilith: "Give it a lick if you truly want to find out."

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Lilith.

Not a raw lemon but

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You are in DADA, and for some reason Professor Hecat divided all the students into pairs and asked them to practice... some trust exercises. Lilith excitedly finds her partner for this round in the crowd and right off the bat states:

"Sebastianchik, you go first! Close your eyes!"

As per the rules for this round, the active person (Lilith) is free to either do a trick or do nothing to their companion. The trustees are told to stay there patiently for about a minute with their eyes closed if they trust or defend themselves if they think the person in front of them cannot be trusted.

[Trust: Lilith slaps a piece of wet bread on Sebastian's face the moment he closes his eyes. Hecat takes a couple of points from Ravenclaw because Lilith was supposed to use a spell.]

[Don't trust: Lilith stays there, smiling excitedly, unsure of why Seb isn't closing his eyes but that does not dim her enthusiasm. With barely 5 seconds left on the clock, she turns around, conjures a piece of wet bread and with the turn of her body (to give the bread more velocity) attempts to send the piece of wet bread flying into Seb's untrusting mug.]

As soon as Professor Hecat announced the day’s lesson to be a trust exercise, Sebastian immediately lost interest. Wand in hand, he crossed his arms over his chest and scrutinised the chains that held the Hebridean Black skeleton aloft instead, his mind chugging along full tilt with probability calculations. When he finally glanced around the room some moments later, he noted the rest of the class already paired off. Everyone except…

Lilith’s smile could only be described as mercilessly maniacal, but that was nothing new. @ask-alsius-vafer still flinched whenever Sebastian offered to negotiate care over coffee.

Could be worse, he thought grimly as his eyes passed over @adallegra across the classroom, then around to @ask-andrew-montrose, who stood the beneath the very same dragon skull previously — and unintentionally, Sebastian might add — loosed during a duel.

Hence the heavy arithmancy. What were the odds of a deflected spell would hit hard enough or in a spot weak enough to bring the artefact crashing down?

What were the odds he could recreate it without it looking intentional?

"Sebastianchik, you go first! Close your eyes!"

“Absolutely not,” Sebastian answered dully. He did many things, but trust was not one of them. He turned to express the sentiment to his partner, but Lilith was no longer visible. Blocked out by a thick, soggy slab of bread hurtling in his direction.

With a wordless Protego, a magical barrier rippled to full strength as his arm rotated in a smooth arc, the angled force of the spell deflecting the odd choice of artillery up and over. It landed with a heavy splat against the Hebridean’s cheekbone and chains creaked ominously as whole skeleton swayed…

…but remained fastened in place.

Not that likely, Sebastian silently surmised. With a sense of academic disappointment, he watched bread slip downward a fraction and leave a wet, crumby trail along the bone. The calculations resumed.

Perhaps an errant Bombarda was more effectual?

Had it been reinforced since the last incident?

Would Hecat object if he brought his beater bat to the next lesson?

Probably…

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Sineglazka, I've heard that Alsius is sick? Literally heard it, the walls are really thin: what a sneezer he is, healthy lungs!

But anyway, I have just the thing for the situation! You should pull socks filled with coffee beans onto his feet. I am serious, I hope you still have the jar I gave you a while back. (If not, I hid a small pouch under Andrew's bed a month ago. You never know when they'll come in handy!) The energy of those coffee beans should fix him right up! The socks are better put on in his sleep though, that way he's already asleep and it won't bother him, but he'll wake up all healthy and refreshed! Let me know how it goes!

Lilith.

Felix blinked at the parchment.

His eyes narrowed ever so slightly, rereading the last few lines as though that might somehow change them. Socks. Filled with coffee beans. He rubbed the back of his neck, glancing toward the top shelf of his wardrobe where the infamous jar of coffee beans still rested, slightly dusty but unmistakably intact. He hadn't thought about it in months. Of course Lilith would remember. Of course she'd have a backup stash hidden under Andrew's bed, of all places.

"...Socks filled with coffee beans," Felix repeated under his breath, tilting his head thoughtfully. It sounded strange. But then again, Lilith's strange had its own internal logic, and truth be told, he wasn't exactly an expert in the medical field. He'd already brewed three different types of tea and fluffed Alsius' pillow at least five times. At this point, he'd try anything if it meant helping his friend feel even a little bit better.

The tall blond peeked toward Als' bed, where the occasional soft sniffle could still be heard, muffled beneath blankets. Felix folded the note and tiptoed quietly across the room toward his wardrobe. A few minutes later, he stood quietly beside his friend's bed, jar clutched close to his chest.

"Don't worry, @ask-alsius-vafer," he whispered as he crouched beside the bed. "I will make you feel so good." He paused, eyes flicking up to his sleeping friend's face. "Better than good, even."

With utmost care, he lifted the edge of the blanket and wiggled a finger inside the loose fabric of Alsius' sock. Bit by bit, bean by bean, he began to fill it, letting them roll down to the curve of his heel. Once the sock was comfortably full, Felix moved on to the other foot, taking his time, watching his patient's face for any flicker of awareness. But the other young man only shifted slightly.

The faint scent of coffee began to rise, curling faintly in the air. When he was done, the socks were plump with beans. Almost to the brim.

When he finished, Felix smiled, pleased with himself, and lowered the now nearly empty jar down on the floor. He sat down carefully at the edge of the bed, his gaze lingering on the quiet rise and fall of his friend's chest.

After a moment's hesitation, Felix leaned forward and gently rested his forehead against Alsius' for a quiet moment. He was still warm. But not too warm. Not like before. Was Lilith's method working? Merlin help him, perhaps it really was.

He reached up, gently brushing back a few loose strands of hair from Als' face, and then with a soft smile, he gave him a light pat on the head.

"There," he whispered. "Sov gott, Beanfeet."

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THIS is the bear cave painting i was talking about, the line weight, the proportions, the fine details around the face, and the fact that this all had to be drawn from memory, idk man, it’s incredible to me. if i could meet one person from history it’d be the person that painted this bear 30,000 years ago

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you have to let yourself be a weird woman or you will not survive

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things to ask yourself when designing a female character:

how much blood is she covered in

are her eyes filled with madness

can she rip things to shreds with her fingernails

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[There's a reason Lilith has pink hair. It just refused to be washed out to her original colour after certain events. Lilith doesn't remember it but I doubt her parent could ever think of the light pink in her hair and not think of tw: blood.]

Lilith's mother, after searching for her kid for 2 days: Lilith? Lilith?! Lilith, get away from the bear! Lilith: Shhh, mommy, don't you see? Misha is sleeping.

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Yagodka, how big is your Hufflepuff knob? I asked Elland earlier today, but he went red in ze face and slipped out of my grasp? What is it you are all keeping from me?

Theo grumbles something like 'glad someone finally asked'

Maybe he didn't want to correct you....I would say it's more of a big knocker than a big knob. Some have tried to knock it all night long, but just ended up getting wet.

You've got to tap it just right. Then, it will let you slide right in!

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Lilith comes up to you from behind and places a hand on your shoulder. Despite her being shorter than you (as most people are due to how tall you are), her hand feels heavier than a bag of books. Is it possible to work out palms and fingers specifically?

"Ah, Swedish Sineglazka! Good thing I caught you. Say, what do you say we pop a few nuts over the weekend? One of your parents was a muggle, da? I wonder if you'd be interested in some target shooting.

Felix flinched ever so slightly as a heavy hand landed on his shoulder. Turning his head, he smiled when he saw Lilith, though he couldn't help wincing under her iron grip. He would probably never get used to the witch's strength.

"Lilith! You've caught me," he greeted warmly, though there was a twinge of strain in his voice. As he straightened, Felix couldn't stop his mind from wandering - were the rumours true? Did Lilith really lift bears in the woods for fun? The thought was as terrifying as it was oddly impressive. And it certainly felt like it.

The Ravenclaw nodded along to her words eagerly at first. Any invitation to spend time with a friend was an easy yes for Felix, and spending a weekend with Lilith did sound entertaining, if not slightly chaotic. But then she said those two simple words: target shooting. Felix froze mid-nod.

He blinked, turning to her with a smile that had become just a touch strained. "Target shooting?" he repeated slowly. And then, with a quiet, almost horrified whisper, he asked, "You're not talking about the squirrels, are you?" His eyes searched hers, half-expecting her to confirm his fear. Surely not. Surely Lilith, strong enough to crush bones with her bare hands, wasn't planning to… No, she couldn't be. Could she?

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[This RP is a part of the Halloween Polyjuice Swap 🎃]

After some disappointing 10 minutes of waiting for his duelling opponents (and he had asked a dozen people to stop by), "Felix" stumbled back into the main ballroom.

It was so strange to be this tall! Lilith never felt at a disadvantage being herself, but now she felt sorry for all the boys she knew. Well, apart from William, Zmeika needed to grow some more in her eyes. But what were Felix's limbs! So long! So…. in the way? Surely by the end of the evening she'll know all of his weakest points should they ever come together in a heated duel!

"Felix" looked around and suddenly spotted the one person who he forgot was supposed to be at the ball. "Lilith". Examining her strong thighs. No, her strong thighs. Oh wow. The Real Lilith eyes the Other "Lilith" up and down with a longing expression in her dangerously mirthful eyes. Somebody had been working out, hadn't she? Oh yes, that was a nice profile, any wild bear would find that profile rather impressive. Lilith would know, after all the bear talk conducted with the help of her Ravenclaw podruga. Yes, "Lilith", flex some more for me?

Somebody else came up to talk to the pink-haired witch, blocking the view, and "Felix" patted his pockets in search of a rogue coffee bean or two to throw at the— ah, white hair? That was alright then. Still, one needed to come closer to truly appreciate the art.

"Felix" tried to get through the crowd to reach the gorgeous Russian witch and just as handsome devil of a cleric, but he kept tripping over people's feet. Just as much as people were tripping over his. Clearly, Lilith could fly in the skies above the people now but lost the ability to see anything back on the ground in exchange. By the time those lanky legs brought her to the pair, Als had already departed, seen rubbing his shoulder on his way to Allegra. At least somebody had great taste in strong women.

"The Ravenclaw" turned to Lilith and put his foot up onto the nearby chair out of habit, brushing the side of his cloak away from his thigh. He frowned just for a moment, noting that Felix didn't quite have the definition in the one area Lilith exceled at. But there were most important things to look at now.

"Hej, Lilith, so fancy to see you here tonight! I don't suppose such a strong first-rate bootylicious vitch would vant to have a cheeky duel with somebody like me?"

Lilith played this game for a little longer after that, eventually returning to reality with the thoughts of finding her Yagodka. Oh, did she just say that out loud in front of Lilith? Oh well, at least she secured another duel!

[Polyjuice Swap 2024]: The One Where Alsius and Lilith Are sort of Friends

(thank you @lil-grem-draws for being the mad genius behind this very special event

Disclaimer: No Espresso Beans were involved (this time)

Logically, Montrose knew he was simply wearing a different face. Logically. 

The night felt almost felt like a bit of a masquerade, and lucky for him he had the good fortune of drawing a pretty good mask to wear. After throwing back the frothy polyjuice potion, Andrew was pleased to find none other than @ask-alsius-vafer's fine bone structure staring right back at him.

His usual deep blue eyes were now much more piercing and lighter, his features were sharper, and Montrose's golden blonde had transformed to a neary white blonde. He nodded in approval.

Handsome bastard.

It was an odd feeling, but perhaps a few hours of not being himself would do him some good. A fake sort of freedom. But besides being handsome, Als's face was also a trusted one, being one of the most talented healers training in the hospital wing. Maybe he could use it to his advantage.

And maybe he could see if he could get Will to play Doctor with him later. He couldn't wait to see if his Fox would be able to tell who he really was. Will always did have such great ideas when it came to these types of events....Montrose just hoped he could make it through the night without anyone actually needing medical assistance from him. His hands were talented, but not in that way.

As "Als" walks into the Great Hall, there are several people already passing him far more friendly smiles than usual. At first, Montrose had to fight the urge to demand to know what they were looking at, but then again….he was Alsius. So Monty tried smiling back, even if it felt somewhat weird on "his" face. Did Als even smile when not around Felix? Montrose was probably biased considering his first introduction to his fellow Ravenclaw was when he was teasing their mutual friend about...erm...belts.

Finally, a familiar face distracted him. "Als" spots Lilith over by the stained glass windows, and what better test to see if he could pass for someone else than to approach the no nonsense witch? Lilith had certainly been able to see through him before, but she had no bread this time!

As he approached, he couldn't help but notice she did seem slightly preoccupied. Lilith was too busy shifting this way and that as if trying to get a better view of her thighs…. she didn't even notice "Als's" appraoch.

“Lilith, are you alright?” 

Her head snapped up, an odd noise squeaking out of her as if she had just been caught doing something she shouldn’t. 

“Yes, I'm all thighs! I mean yes, alright. I’m alright!”

Montrose wasn’t sure what to be more concerned about, how flustered Lilith looked at the moment….or the uncharacteristic blush on her face. Never the less, Lilith finally seemed to remember who she was talking to before straightening her shoulders.

“Oh, Alsius. Good to zee you. Hope your hospital ving has recovered nicely from my beans. I’ll try not to accidentally send anyone else your way tonight! ” 

Monty’s mind struggled to find any concept of what on earth she was referencing, but it was hard to tell what she was even saying through what seemed like a poor imitation of a Russian accent. 

Before he could put two and two together, Lilith punched his arm in what might have been a playful attempt, but had Montrose rubbing the sore arm that was slightly slimmer than he was used to. 

“Ow!” 

Lilith's eyes went immediately wide in panic, accent completely gone

“Oh hell - I didn’t mean to.. Are you okay?!”  Als's face just reflected a very, very raised eyebrow. Monty knew Lilith’s particular brand of tough love, and this wasn't it.

“I’m fine, Lilith." "Als" didn't bother to hide the the accusatory tone he used while saying her name. "How very nice of you to ask...." Maybe it was something in the way he had let the sarcasm sneak back into his voice, but all of a sudden Lilith’s own eyes narrowed in return.  

“Montrose?!” Lilith hissed incredulously, and he had certainly heard a certain witch say his name said that way before. 

“Theo?!”

At his response, “Lilith”  was quickly hooking her arm around his neck and yanking him into the corner hurriedly,

“SHHH not so loud!!! I don’t know if the others know yet. You got Alsius? Really? Of all the people....don't do anything stupid. People actually like him."

"Als" gave "Lilith" a dirty look before continuing with pure sarcasm, “Oh, sure. Why not!! I'll promise to behave if you can stop staring at your own thighs for one second, you’re not exactly doing a great job as passing as Lilith either.” He pointed out, effectively offended. 

Theo used the newfound strength she had in Lilith's body to bop Montrose a little harder on top of his head. “Noted.”

She gritted between her teeth, before rolling her eyes and looking around the room. “I….I haven’t seen where “I” am tonight yet….have you seen any sign of me? I’m starting to get worried….” 

"Als" shook his slightly throbbing head, “Not yet. Maybe they decided to hide in the bathroom once they found out who they were transforming into.”  He teased cooly, and "Lilith" hit him again. 

“Okay!" He hissed, "...Merlin, it’s one thing when it’s you….but Lilith’s punches hurt.” 

"Lilith" crossed her arms stubbornly, “Aren’t you a healer, Als? You’ll be fine.” 

Montrose grumbled, he was wasting precious time bickering with Theo/Lilith and had to find Will and the others. He had a lot of people to sing his own praises to tonight, after all. 

“Your concern is touching, as always. If I happen to see “you” show up, I’ll send them your way. Now, excuse me…Als has some compliments he wants to share about …well, me. Who wouldn’t trust this face, after all?” 

“Lilith” rolled her eyes again, declining to respond and deciding there was no need to put Montrose in his place for a third time. Someone else would surely take care of that for her this evening. If only she had some wet bread to smack him with to truly do her current body justice. 

For now, Theo just waited anxiously as she peered into the crowd of hundreds of faces except her own. It was going to be fine, right….???? 

“Als” left “Lilith” to her own devices, turning only to find @adallegra right by the snack table. Oddly enough, she seemed to be very preoccupied with admiring the cream on the cupcakes. “Als” shrugged, deeming it as good of a time as any to approach her. 

“Allegra, how good to see you! I’ve been meaning to find you. Did you hear what an impressive job Andrew Montrose did the other day during Defense Against the Dark Arts class? With that, and his proficiency in arithmancy ... surely he’s going to make a wonderful curse breaker…don’t you think?” 

It wasn’t until he was done flattering himself that he noticed “Allegra” still seemed more preoccupied with looking at the dairy products on the table, rather than her usual response of pointing out several areas in which Montrose could improve, or correcting him in any fashion. 

In fact, she hadn’t negated a single point he had made, which felt oddly disappointing. 

Unless it wasn’t really Allegra. Perhaps….the polyjuice potion was going to make things trickier than he thought.

With that realization, Montrose decided it was officially time to go and find @ask-elland-n-willl. Hopefully, his fox was having better luck with the potion than he was this evening….

[ask-lilith]

Villiam, you and your "roommate" didn't show up to the duel last night. Care to pay the debt for the two of you? And nice of you to keep the costume! I'd almost feel bad to singe that teal fur.

I think I shall pass, Lilith... I mean, what roommate? What duel? Haha, don't you know duels are not allowed? Silly Lilith.

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Lilith frowns. Chert. Who was it then? Nevermind, she'll get that devil one way or another. Even if she has to challenge half the school to a duel.

Hm. That's not a bad idea actually.

Hej! You didn't come to the duel last night during the party, what gives? Unless it wasn't you, in which case, how about a duel?

*subtly waves a hand*

I'm not the Sebastian you're looking for.

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I felt like you guys will appreciate this

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"Oh? Sallow, are you saying there's a crime being committed?" Lilith says and dips her spoon into the honey jar of the stranger as well. She gives it a proper taste test and sighs.

"Buckwheat honey? Nyet, nyet, it takes all the taste out of tea. If I want honey — I eat honey. Sebastianchik, why do we need Singer for this? I'm sure we can handle such crimes among ourselves."

*Puts a spoon full of honey into my tea while I keep eye contact.*

Where's Officer Singer when you need her?

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You are in the predicament, Sallow. Fly, my pretties!

Sebastian,

I have just recently undergone the section of curriculum regarding Boggarts.

Suffice to say the “Riddikulus” Charm has only made my spheksophobia worse. I can still see it…twitching, if I close my eyes and I-

Could we meet by the enchanted orchestra so that I might have a hug? Beethoven coupled with your reassurance always cleanses the soul.

Yours,

Euphie

P.S. Hopefully you and your housemates enjoyed the pie. I was sure to heed your warning and implement several protective spells- it should’ve been an exceptionally ordinary confection. <3

Euphemia,

The acoustics in the enchanted orchestra are quite soothing, and I daresay that Beethoven shall provide a far more comforting presence than I ever could.

Rest assured that though boggarts can be quite tricky in the beginning, the worst usually become far less intimidating the more you practise the Riddikulus charm. Repetitious exposure has a way of desensitising us to even the worst of our fears.

However, in the meantime -- given your phobia -- I advise avoiding Lilith until she sorts out her...predicament.

--Sebastian

PS I assume that the pie was delicious and well received, as my selfishly ravenous housemates devoured it all before I had a chance to sample any. Despite the lack of firsthand tasting, I am pleased to report that it appears it was a delightfully ordinary confection and there have been no odd magical happenings -- outside the usual of course.