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𝙳𝙾𝙻𝙾𝚁𝚂  𝙰𝚂𝙺𝙴𝙳  :  hc + loss  !

i’ve been thinking about this for a little while and i don’t think that wren fully grasps what loss really is. i think that she understands the word and she recognises that other people have suffered very profound losses ( especially during the war ), and the warren’s are definitely a family marked by tragedy, but her own understanding of grief is very much stunted by the fact that her mother ( and even her great aunt myrtle ) is still ... present. wren, despite being quite attuned to it, doesn’t have much actual experience with death and what should’ve been a very defining moment in her life - the loss of her mother during the boh - didn’t really have a fair chance, as weird as that is to say, to shape and develop the person that wren should’ve become because of it. her mum is still kicking, as a ghost. wren hasn’t lost anything, by that logic. i don’t think she’s ever truly understood where even grace comes from when it relates to what she’s lost and the pain that she went through in losing her mother ( and vincent, and nettie, and perhaps even henry, though that’s a little egotistical ) because she’s never had to go through it personally, and i think that’s where a lot of her more ... almost insensitive behaviours comes from, at least in part. it definitely adds a level. 

𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽  𝙼𝙴𝙼𝙴  »  currently  not  accepting  !

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𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃  :  REAL  weird  vibe  in  here. 𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚈  :  @hcavyhead​​  ! 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽  :  warren  /  moody  (  &  xu  )  home  !

"  that’s  my  mums  fault,  ”  they  tell  him,  tersely,  their  annoyance  directed  at  the  exact  spot  in  the  ceiling  that  nettie  warren  had  ascended  through  mere  moments  before  polyneices  had  entered  the  living  room.  catherine  had  never  been  a  DIFFICULT  child  -  and  couldn’t  exactly  be  called  a  difficult  adult,  either  -  but  their  mothers  inability  to  see  them  as  a  full  fledged  human  had  started  to  grate,  at  times.  they  reminded  themself  constantly  that  nettie  had  only  their  best  interests  at  heart,  and  could  not  escape  the  nagging  voice  far,  far  at  the  back  of  their  mind  that  asked  ‘  without  a  steady  beating,  how  much  could  those  REALLY  be  trusted  in  the  first  place  ?  ‘  it  was  the  journey  every  child  had  to  go  on  at  some  point,  perhaps,  but  to  the  eye  of  someone  perpetually out  of  the  loop  in  regards  to  the  mostly  dead  (  but  NOT  entirely  )  matriarch  of  the  moody  -  warren  family,  it  looked  a  lot  like  catherine’s  irritation  was  directed  towards  a  signed  &  framed  photo  of  ricky  martin.  “  sorry.  did  you  need  something  ?  ”

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rebuildeds​:

it’d been easy to bend down and pick up the eyeball that’d fallen off catherine’s bag. and then the cold press against tempest’s palm, the lengthening of their strides to catch up to the owner ( not a run, at the very least ) all passed without thought. and the words … more often nowadays tempest has found their words have a mind of their own - with carefully considered utterances fewer and farther between. “ don’t mention it. ” it’s far too late to play casual. an attempt is made regardless, but catherine’s hands clasping their own, the earnestness in their voice, leads to one or more cracked syllables. tempest chokes off a self-deprecating laugh, leaning backwards out of their space, desperate for closeness & distance in equal measure. “ what’s - ” they clear their throat as their voice threatens to go off-kilter again. “ what does it mean? ”

for catherine, saying thank you never feels like its enough. it’s even worse in this moment. they wish that they knew what to say to tempest to ease some of their pain, but they can’t think of a single thing that they wouldn’t have already heard and honestly, they know from experience that words rarely ever help. the best they can do is to avoid looking upon them with too much pity in their eyes and, when asked, provide a friendly smile and an explanation, even if the story isn’t much. “she lost an eye in an apparation accident,” a breezy shrug, an inability to see where one of their grandmother’s legitimate faux eyes may be a little strange, “this one was my favorite. it has gold around the iris, see ?” they hold it up to the light by the attached metal ring, allowing it to shine through.

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hoggleswart​:

＂      PEEVES?      —      You’d  think  even  the  miserable  bastard  would  cut  us  some  slack  on  today  of  all  days.      ＂          No,    actually,    if  he  really  thinks  about?      This  is  very  fitting  of  infamous  poltergeist  and  though  it  can’t  be  seen,    an  almost  fond  smile  tugs  at  lips  as  he’s  reminded  of  the  good  ol’  days. The  memories  of  Hogwarts  that  come  with  less  angst    /    more  nostalgia.      It  can  be  hard  to  grip  onto  those  during  these  memorials.      Seamus  hasn’t  been  to  as  many  as  others;      years  spent  avoiding  what  ought  not  to  be  avoided  by  staying  in  Ireland,    tucked  away  in  a  family  -  run  pub  &  almost  forgetting  the  magical  world.      However,    the  two  he  has  been  to  have  been  more  than  enough  to  confirm  they’re  depressing  as  hell.      No  more  than  a  reminder  of  things  they’d  sooner  move  on  from.      He  understands  paying  homage  to  those  lost,    those  who  cannot  be  here  today,    but  did  they  have  to  do  it  in  the  very  same  halls  they  watched  their  friends  suffer?      Good  for  Peeves,    for  throwing  a  distraction  into  the  mix.          ＂      I  think  you’re  asking  a  lot  from  someone  who  put  vodka  in  their  cereal  this  mornin’  ‘cause  the  milk  was  off,    but  sure.      I  can  try  t’  remember.      I’m  thinking      .  .  .      left?      ＂          Sounds  more  like  a  question  a  statement,    lacking  any  real  confidence  as  he  simply  picks  one  outta  two  options.          ＂      Yeah.      Yeah,  let’s  go  with  left.      ＂

“  i...-  that’s  disgusting,  ”  there  goes  another  instance  of  wren  stating  the  obvious,  this  time  with  a  look  of  revulsion  directed  at  his  back  and  plain  to  read  across  her  face  -  if  only  the  lights  hadn’t  been  turned  out.  she  tries  not  to  judge  (  doesn’t  see  a  point  in  it,  really,  has  been  on  the  opposite  end  of  criticism  enough  times  to  know  that  all  it  does  is  hurt  )  but  expects  he  knows how  horrible  that  sounds  and  is  -  probably  -  just  owning  it,  as  life  decisions  go.  she  can’t  imagine  it  was  nice.  more  likely  all  it  did  was  make  the  cereal  (  she’s  imagining  cornflakes,  though  she’s  not  sure  )  soggy,  and  it’s  only  when  she  feels  a  shiver  run  up  her  spine  at  the  thought  that  she  remembers  their  predicament  and  the  fact  that  if  they  don’t  move  along  soon  enough,  peeves  will  undoubtedly  come  back  for  seconds.  “  you  don’t  sound  confident,  ”  but  still,  she  reaches  out  to  grip  his  sleeve  and  tug  him  towards  the  left,  just  in  case  he  misses  her  starting  to  move  off  and  is  left  all  alone.  aloud,  she  muses,  “  i  don’t  know  where  a  poltergeist  could  have  gotten  his  hands  on  peruvian  instant  darkness  powder...  ”

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dream journal entry 12.7.2018

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𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃  :  it’s  too  dark,  i  can’t  see  anything. 𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚈  :  @hoggleswart​​  /  seamus  finnigan  ! 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽  :  hogwarts  castle  !

it  made  sense,  initially,  to  fall  into  step  beside  one  another.  they  had  to  travel  in  much  the  same  direction  to  get  to  the  guest  quarters  of  their  previous  houses,  breaking  away  only  on  the  final  stretch.  between  the  simplicity  of  the  directions  given  to  them  and  the  fact  that  catherine  had  left  hogwarts  far  more  recently  than  seamus,  there  should’ve  been  a  pretty  low  possibility  of  a  wrong  turn  -  but  that  fact  hadn’t  stopped  them  from  ending  up  in  one  of  the  corridors  with  their  rows  of  statues,  and  a  gleeful  cackle  had  given  them  enough  warning  that  something  was  about  to  go  even  more  grossly  wrong  BEFORE  the  lights  flickered  out.  “  peeves,  ”  she  states  the  obvious,  moving  to  stand  a  little  closer  to  him  in  the  hope  that  if  she  did,  she’d  be  protected  from  whatever  the  poltergeist  planned  next  (  even  if  it  meant  vaguely  sacrificing  seamus  to  it,  instead  ).  “  i’ve  gotten  turned  around.  do  you  remember  the  way  we  came  in  ?  ”

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𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃  :  there’s a short supply of kindness in this world.  𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚈  :  @rebuildeds​  /  tempest clearwater  ! 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽  :  broadly diagon alley, i have nowhere specific in mind  !

they suppose tempest knows that better than anyone, lately. catherine’s odd, but they’re not an idiot. though that thought does cross their mind, they don’t put it into words because that would be cruel, and potentially dragging up fairly complicated feelings regarding their sisters recent murder - if they’re anything like gracie, and they have no reason to know otherwise, just mentioning the events of the apothecary could be ruinous. best to keep comments to a minimal. and, granted, these are fairly heavy thoughts to be wrestling with just because they stooped to pick up their broken bag charm. catherine always ends up over complicating stuff, but that’s next level. “well, thank you,” they tell them, earnestly, clasping both hands over tempest’s to try and convey the depth of their gratitude before they take the charm, a porcelain eyeball with a now broken chain, “not many people would’ve stopped me, and this one has sentimental value. it belonged to my grandmother.” 

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𝙷𝙾𝙶𝙶𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚆𝙰𝚁𝚃  𝙰𝚂𝙺𝙴𝙳  :     4, 8, 12, 16  &  20

4. WHAT IS THEIR SKIN TEXTURE?  :  pretty normal ! it can get pretty dry, but they make sure to moisturize.

8. NAME TWO OR MORE THINGS YOUR MUSE CAN’T LEAVE THE HOUSE WITHOUT  :  right now, their wand ( nine and a half inches pine with an augurey feather core ) and their favorite out of their collection of offputting antique rings ( a huge, brassy sort with a porcelain eye inlaid in it ). 

12. DO THEY HAVE ANY SENSITIVITIES TO TASTES?  :  nope ! 

16. WHAT IS THEIR FAVORITE FLAVOR IN FOOD?  :  raspberry ! 

20. DO THEY HAVE A “COMFORT OUTFIT” OR A GO TO LOOK? IF SO, WHY DID THEY CHOOSE THOSE PIECES?  :  another character who’s like. overall style is their comfort look. wren does not enjoy wearing anything other than the long, white dresses they find hanging in the depths of muggle charity shops. they will, if they have to - especially during winter, grace forces them into shoes, socks and jeans and a proper shirt - but they absolutely prefer not to. 

𝚂𝙼𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝙳𝙴𝚃𝙰𝙸𝙻 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽𝚂  »  currently not accepting  !

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ft. @graciieux ! 

josie & lizzie + being the cutest sisters

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frcgilis​:

“don’t tell luca.” it wasn’t something she meant to say, the sort of kneejerk reaction that she’d given to julius countless times—anything to avoid worrying luca anymore. she said it regardless that catherine might not even know luca, might have no frame of reference for the older sister that raised adora. “it would just worry her.” the follow-up was muttered, the words just as much habit as her last. “that sounds like a good idea.” she said, taking the offered arm.

“nobody has to know,” she assures her in a somber tone, further recognition a slow but steady thing. she knows them all so passingly, but luca crops up more than most ; grace spends so much time with her, and though it is a part of her life that catherine is kept far from, she’s never been anything as much as she is attentive. it seems like the sort of thing that her elder sibling might want to know, but there’s no danger of catherine going back on the promise she makes with such ease. this isn’t her business. “i’ll get you sitting,” she says for no real reason other than to fill the silence, not of her own discomfort but for any residual of adora’s, and then, phrased like a question, “and then... i should get you some water...?”

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The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

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sqviidboy​:

honestly neither did he, though dennis made the decision not to include that part. after all, they were making some progress. “it just means it’s stronger,” he laughed. “i sure hope we don’t,” he nodded, “that was terrifying.”

“stronger is better,” they say with the exact same air they would if they were agreeing with something, which they kind of, sort of, are. the derby had been terrifying, but catherine has been doing a fairly good job at compartmentalising and moving onward ; though they won’t allow dennis undo that, they do allow what is meant to be a reassuring, “soon you’ll have better memories. and probably worse. but that’s very normal, and mostly to be expected.”

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sqviidboy​:

dennis was caught off guard by wren’s sudden appearance - but he liked to think he did a good job of hiding it. though - anyone watching would probably think otherwise. “it’s professional grade,” he smiled, he was proud of that fact - “i hope not,” he laughed, “i don’t think i can afford a replacement.”

“i don’t know what that means,” they admit, though it makes sense to them. they don’t know MUCH about photography, but they imagine if there’s different level of camera, the same has to be said for straps. “but that’s good. i don’t... think we’ll see a repeat of the derby. but you can never be too certain.”

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frcgilis​:

( 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 ) —   hogsmeade ( 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 ) —   open

adora gave it an honest shot. she really had. years past, she’d love spending her weekends in december at hogsmeade, begging luca for some coins to get whatever cheap christmas gifts she could back when she was at hogwarts. but she’d gone this year, ignoring the ache in her once broken bones that the cold now caused. she’d barely taken a few steps into the market proper before she was jostled by someone in the crowd, posture going rigid at the contact. “oh this was a bad idea.” she muttered it to herself and took a few steps back, putting some distance between herself and the crowd. adora hadn’t told luca or julius that was she going, hadn’t wanted to worry them. now, as she cast her gaze around, that instinct to look for one of them still unshakeable, she wished she’d had. “is there… do you know if there’s anywhere i can sit for a few minutes?”

they were housemates, once. it feels like a lifetime ago, but catherine remembers adora well enough to at least be aware of her usual coloring, which is not sheet white. her concern is a quiet thing, difficult for her to convey and not helped by a tendency to state the overly obvious - “you don’t look very good, “ - but real enough for her to offer an arm despite her own discomfort with such a thing, “c’mon. it’s a bit quieter off the main street.” 

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𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽  :  winterfest  on  diagon  alley  ! 𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶  :  @dolors  /  benjamin  malkin  (  amycus  carrow  )  !

sure,  there’s  derby  trauma  to  factor  in,  but  catherine’s  issue  with  the  water  barrels  that  she  idles  before  is  less  attached  to  that  than  it  is  to  the  fact  that  even  for  her,  it’s  much  too  cold  to  enjoy.  with  gracie  at  her  side,  she  trusts  that  they  would  find  something  thrilling  in  the  carnival  games  to  enjoy  as  well  as  humor  in  the  way  a  teen  attendant  has  spent  time  &  energy  magically  dyeing  apples  from  bright  red  to  pure  white  for  the  ill  conceived  ‘  bobbing  for  snowballs  ‘  stand.  without  her,  catherine  is  five  times  more  judgemental,  ten  times  more  stoic  &  twenty  times  more  difficult  to  entertain  ;  she  shakes  her  head  when  asked  would  she  like  a  turn  for  a  galleon,  but  turns  to  the  innocent,  malkin  bystander  to  remark,  “  you  should  try.  you’ll  be  good  at  it.  ”

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𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽  :  winterfest on diagon alley  ! 𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶  :  @sqviidboy​  !

"that looks like a much sturdier camera strap,” as always, catherine speaks without preamble, but their greeting smile is wide and somewhat encouraging. a lesson learned in the worst of ways is still a lesson learned, at least in their experience, and this time they have no criticism for him. it makes a nice change. “you shouldn’t have any problems. not this time, at least.”