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issrowle‌:

Issac was experiencing a severe case of 7th year-itis. Sure, they’d barely been back in school long enough for the real apathy to really settle in, but he was already in full yeah, I’m over this bullshit mode. He’d tried to give it his all, he really had, but that had lasted for exactly five minutes. And he hadn’t really tried, per se, he’d just sort of thought about doing it. Besides, who would really care if he skipped arithmancy? It was an elective, and he had better things to do. To be more exact, he had pumpkin pasties to steal. 

He knew the kitchens well, having taken his first fateful visit to them in second year. To date, he’d only been caught once, and then he’d gotten away without too much punishment. It was too lucky, to have made it this far and remained anonymous. There he was, mid-rummaging, when he heard the telltale footsteps of an intruder. 

“This isn’t what it looks like,” he said, turning around to face them. His robe pockets full of pasties said otherwise, but he was clinging to the hope that this visitor - a Hufflepuff, one he recognized but couldn’t name - wouldn’t notice. “I was just, er… visiting the house elves?”

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Avery had a free period, one he planned to use to his advantage by wandering back to the Hufflepuff dorm rooms and taking a much-needed nap. As such, he had to walk past the kitchens, something he’d done countless times and yet still found tempting. Particularly that day, after a tiring Herbology lesson that felt more like free manual labor than an actual class. It’s not as if it’d be hard to grab a bit of a snack, either. He knew most of the house elves that worked in the kitchen, even considered himself friends with a few, and they tended to look the other way when he stole bits and bobs to snack on.  

Deciding to go ahead and give into his tasty desires, he tickled the pear in one of the large portraits that lined the kitchen corridor, to reveal a green doorknob he knew marked the entrance to the kitchen itself. The door creaked as Avery pushed it open, announcing his presence in a rather unmistakable manner and revealing an unfamiliar figure to the unsuspecting Hufflepuff. It was very rare he entered the kitchens at the same time as other students - he knew others came down, of course, he’d just never seen them. 

“Really? And are those pasties in your pocket, or are you just pleased to see me?” Trying to stifle his giggles as the young man fumbled to make excuses, Avery grabbed an apple from the counter beside him and took a bite. On someone else, his actions may have looked cocky, but on him it worked. His whole being exuded friendliness and his short stature and boyish features did wonders to make him less threatening.

 “Mate, I’m not here to bust you or anything. But if I was, you’d have a lot of weird lumps to explain.” 

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emvancd‌:

            “double potions? why the feck would you set yourself up like that?” her eyebrows furrowed at the thought. she didn’t mind potions, but with slughorn? she would much rather go get eaten by the giant squid in the black lake. it wasn’t that bad, but she certainly wouldn’t have been able to deal with him all morning. she laughed once more, looking over her shoulder to see their expressions for herself. she smiled over at them, showing her many dimples before turning back to avery. “well, i’ve had a lot of practice, putting up with that tosser for the past seven years.”

“Guess I’m a masochist or something,” he laughed, shrugging. It wasn’t a real answer, but then again, he didn’t really have one. When he’d been signing up for his courses, Avery had done so very carelessly and more as an afterthought than anything else. The only subjects he truly cared about were the History of Magic and Charms so the rest of his required courses he’d chosen at random. In the long run, it had been a terrible decision and he (kinda sorta) regretted everything he’d ever done to get him to that point. Nevertheless, he was stuck with double potions and all he could do was try and embrace it. Slughorn wasn’t that bad...

Avery couldn’t help but mirror the young witch, smiling as best he could while still devouring a handful of blueberries. Emmeline had a nice smile, even when it did come as a result of Flint’s sour expression. “I can tell. They’re pretty good on their own, but I think your accent makes them even better. I’ve always wanted an accent like yours. Well, I wanted to be American for a while so I faked it until my uncle threatened me with a silencing charm. The point still stands - accents are cool.” 

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“Hey, you can sit here if you like?” Avery offered, probably a bit too loud for the library, gesturing to the empty seat next to him - one of the only empty seats left last time he checked. The young wizard (Sneep? Snake? Avery couldn’t remember his name) had been standing around for a bit, and Avery would’ve felt guilty the rest of the day if he hadn’t done something about it. It seemed half the school had the same study plans leaving the library jam packed with teenagers - an unfortunate situation for anyone who actually wanted to get work done. Teenagers were terrible at keeping quiet. Not that it mattered much to Avery, the likelihood he was actually going to get his potions essay done in the first place was slim to none. 

Potions was gonna be the death of him. He didn’t understand half of what was going on in that class and the textbook was so incredibly dull he couldn’t get through the first chapter. It was like trying to read the dictionary if the dictionary had been written by a sadistic bastard who didn’t actually want anyone to learn. Avery had come to the library because he thought it’d help him focus, but that plan had proven to be very ineffective. The unblemished length of parchment sitting in front of him was proof of that. 

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Moodboard #1/? - Avery Abernathy

“You Might belong to Hufflepuff; where they are just as loyal.  Hufflepuffs are true and unafraid of toil.” 

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“Hey, so I know this is out of the blue and all but you seem pretty friendly and I kind of really need help. I suck at Transfiguration, like ‘danger to myself and society’ suck, and you’re awesome at it so I figured...you might be able to help? I don’t have a lot of money to pay you for your time but there may or may not be chocolate and an awesome new friend in it for you?” 

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emvancd‌:

         “well, i’m glad you started the day out with a good laugh,” emmeline replied taking another bite of her food as she listened to him speak, still searching for the right word to say. she let out a laugh, shrugging her shoulders as he finally found the correct one. “i like to think they’re quite colorful, you know? i just like to use my imagination, change things up a bit sometimes.”

“Me, too! Thanks for that, by the way. I’ve got double potions with Slughorn today so I’ve been pretty bummed all morning,” he beamed, glancing toward Flint only to see the Slytherin glaring daggers at the both of them. Avery had nothing against Slytherins - hell his best friend was one - and he thought all the house discourse was dumb, but Flint was a bit of a tosser and he had no problem with the colourful comments thrown at him. 

"I mean, I don’t do a lot of insulting, but I’m pretty okay at reading people and his face says you’ve done a good job.” 

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ophelia-ollivander‌:

Ophelia wasn’t one to shy away from a fight. In third year, she’d gotten two weeks of detention for mouthing off to Professor Slughorn, who had the audacity to call her immaculately brewed potion merely ‘adequate.’ She knew herself. She knew that if it came down to it, she would fight tooth and nail to get out of this marriage - consequences be damned. And that was what scared her. Because she knew that what she was sitting on had the potential to ruin much more than a match. It could destroy her entire family’s reputation. So for once in her life, she had to consider the possibility of walking away. 

Her eyes scanned his face thoroughly, looking for a lie or any sense of misgiving. Unlike herself, Avery thrived in a world with connections and known variables, and while Ophelia could realistically see herself throwing everything away, she knew it would never be as easy for him. He was a sort who could find a home anywhere he went; his heart could set roots anywhere he put it, but digging it up again would be arduous work. If she were to ask it of him - really, truly ask it of him - he probably would, but it wouldn’t come without consequences. 

She could see that he was genuine in his answer - genuine enough that he was holding back the questions she knew he was burning to ask now. Under normal circumstances, it might have even made her laugh. She would have teased him, maybe dragged it out for a couple more days. But for the second time in as many years, she had big, life-changing news to share, and it never really felt real or settled until she discussed it with him. 

“Good,” she nodded. “Because come next year, I might just ask you to… My father, apparently, has managed to secure me a ‘suitable match.’ Next year, after I graduate, I’m to be married off like some perfect, pureblood sow.” 

Leaving everything he had behind, all the connections and friends he cared for deeply, it would be a task akin to ripping his heart out and stomping on it. Avery was the kind of person that could love easily, he’d grown up watching a rotating cast of interesting character walk in and out of the Leaky Cauldron and even if they never returned, he would probably have recognized most of their faces after just one evening. Yes, Avery loved easily, but that didn’t mean he found it easy to let go. Not when it mattered. 

Dropping his plans for the future to run away with Ophelia would be almost impossibly hard, but he’d do it. He knew he’d do it the second she’d asked the question. She was practically family and Avery was nothing if not loyal to those he loved. If she were asking him to leave, to run away with her, he knew she’d have a good reason to do so. Hell, he’d probably be better off running away with her. She was the most stubborn person he knew and if she was running away? Well, everyone else should probably do the same. 

Avery knew how stupid he looked when he was trying to hold his tongue - he had a problem keeping his mouth shut and the questions were eating him alive. Normally, he’d have expected Ophelia to laugh at him or bite back with some kind of witty insult that would, in turn, make him smile. He got neither of those. Instead, he was met with a response not even the most dramatic of romance novels could’ve prepared him for. 

He almost choked on his apple. 

“Wait...are you saying what I think you’re saying? You’re betrothed? Merlin, that’s so messed up. Who is it? Do we know them?” 

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emvancd‌:

          emmeline paid little mind to the reactions of others to her putting flint into his place, but it would be a lie if she said it didn’t feel somewhat good. taking another bite out of the omelet in front of her, she turned to avery as he started to speak, still somewhat on the defense, but that was just how she was. “you’re fecking right it was uncalled for,” she agreed with him, pointing her fork over in the direction of the boy. “especially because he was saying how great the slytherin house team was even though they play like my muggle grandmother!” she said the last word with loud enough emphasis to where the slytherin lot could still hear her before they got up to leave.

“If it helps, laughter is just my default reaction to everything? Your insults are great, very...what’s the word...pungent? No, that’s not right.” Taking a bite of his eggs, he tried to pinpoint the word he was looking for. Avery had been trying to improve his vocabulary, and he’d been pretty successful thus far, the only problem was now all those new words got scrambled up in his brain. Stupid brain, making him look like a dumbass.

“Poignant! Poignant is definitely the word I was looking for! Your insults are very poignant.” 

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ophelia-ollivander‌:

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Anyone who knew Ophelia and Avery separately would say they were an odd pair. And sure, even Ophelia would concede they were wildly different, but somehow that only ever added to their friendship, and didn’t hinder it. Maybe it was that he’d wormed his way in before her walls had been fortified, or maybe there was just so much goodness in him she couldn’t help but be warmed by it, but Avery was the one person she felt like she could be entirely herself with. Good and bad. All of it… 

They sat beneath a great oak tree beside the Black Lake, clinging to the last few days that held the vestiges of summer. Ophelia picked idly at the food Avery had brought up from the kitchens, looking out across the lake as she contemplated the news of her betrothal that her father had sprung on her just before the start of term. 

“If I asked you to run away with me - no questions asked - would you do it?” she said, posing an impossible hypothetical. 

Avery had known Ophelia for as long as he could remember, she was a constant in his life just as he was in her’s and he preferred to keep it that way. Even when they were separated by the sorting hat into two vastly different houses, they’d made an effort to stay close, and thus far things had worked out for the better. He’d seen people’s friendships easily dissolve because of house differences - it was more convenient to befriend those you lived with, after all - but that fate wasn’t for them. 

That afternoon they’d decided to meet under a huge oak tree they’d been coming to for years. Avery had grabbed them both some snacks from the kitchen and Ophelia had brought her usual charm and wit. It was a lovely day for lazing in the sun and Avery had high hopes for both relaxation and gossip, high hopes that were put on pause the minute he noticed something was amiss. Sure enough, his suspicions were confirmed as soon as she started talking. 

“What?” Ophelia’s question had caught him off-guard. For as well as he knew her, Avery hadn’t been able to predict that one and he didn’t have a solid answer for her. He assumed it had something to do with her family - he knew how much of a confusing mess they could be - but pinpointing what was a completely different can of worms he wasn’t willing to pry open. Not just yet. 

“I mean, yeah. I trust you. If you wanted me to, I’d come. No questions asked.” 

He was itching to ask questions. 

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vaniitys‌:

               𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐀 𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐖  how  to  do  a  lot  of  things.  she  knew  how  to  curtsey  and  how  to  walk  down  a  staircase  with  posture  straight  as  a  pin.  she  knew  how  to  perform  a  flawless  d’orazio  dive  and  steal  the  quaffle  from  the  opposing  team.  what  she  didn’t  know  how  to  do,  however,  was  how  to  comfort  a  sobbing  thirteen  year  old  girl  who  had  just  gone  through  her  first  breakup,  to  which  emma,  unfortunately,  had  borne  witness.   “   ——   when  you  think  about  it,  it’s  really  not  THAT  big  of  a  deal.  you’ll  probably  go  through  several  more  breakups  before  you  settle  down  with  someone,  ”  she  pointed  out  logically,  which  only  caused  the  third  year  to  cry  even  harder.  emma  winced,  glancing  with  wide  eyes  towards  the  only  other  person  in  the  vicinity  in  a  silent  plea  for  help.

Avery didn’t have a lot of experience with romance himself (outside the cheesy romance books he was addicted to, of course) but he was good with people and this was definitely a people thing. Offering Emma a comforting a smile, he dug a few pieces of chocolate out of his robe pockets and sat himself down next to the two young witches without a second thought. 

“Hey, my name’s Avery. What’s yours?” He started, directing his question toward the third year, figuring he might as well start simple so he could gauge the situation for himself. “You look like you could use a few pieces of chocolate, you both do. Luckily, I’m addicted so I’ve always got some on me. What do you say, you want a piece?” 

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emvancd‌:

          her fork clattering onto the plate, everyone turned as emmeline stood from her seat in the great hall. she faced the slytherin table, visibly annoyed and trying her best to actually stay calm, if not just for a second. “listen, flint, ye wee wanker,” her voice loud enough to where certainly the whole great hall can hear, “if i have to hear you talk about how great you think your mediocre team is for one more second, i’m gonna come over there and shove your foot so far down your throat, even pomfrey won’t be able to help ye, get it?” she let out a huff, turning back around and sitting, going back to her lunch as if nothing happened.

Avery couldn’t help it, he lasted about 2 seconds before bursting into uncontrollable laughter. It was inevitable, the situation was just too perfect - the silence was deafening, poor Flint looked like he’d been slapped in the face, and Emmeline’s nonchalance was the cherry on top. He’d probably have sent himself to Pomfrey’s with a burst lung if he’d held it in any longer. So really, it wasn’t his fault. 

The glare he got from Flint would normally have been menacing, but after the call out it was just icing on the cake.

Snorting rather unattractively, Avery managed to pull himself together enough to resume eating his breakfast without the risk of choking. “Sorry, that was totally uncalled for...” he apologized after clearing his throat, eyes still glinting with amusement. 

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Task #2 - Character Development

Avery Abernathy. Hufflepuff. 6th Year. 

𝒔𝒐, 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒖𝒔…

what would you say you love about yourself ?

“I love my optimism and my sense of humor. I also think my hair is pretty nice, but my uncle disagrees. Then again, he’s bald so what does he know about stylish hair?” 

if you had to describe yourself in three words, what would they be ?

“You, but cooler.” 

describe someone you love - without telling us who.

“This person, they’ve always been there for me no matter how stupid I am or how much we’re physically seperated. We grew up together, I think I know them better than I know myself - which is both terrifying and awesome - and I wouldn’t be surprised if the opposite were true for them. They’re the most stubborn, passionate, and determined person I know and I’ve always wanted to be more like them. A true friend - that’s what they are, and I don’t think I’d be who I am today without them.” 

do you believe in soulmates and true love ?

“Yeah, of course. I’ve read way too many romance novels not to and I’m not ashamed to admit it.” 

what would you say your biggest life lesson so far has been ?

“If you ignore your problems, they don’t just go away. Instead, they meld together to form one monster problem and you get torn apart by its giant teeth.” 

and finally… why do you support this side of the war ?

“Neither - I’m not getting involved in this bloody war and nothing anyone can say will convince me otherwise.” 

𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒓𝒂…

choose one song to match your character ! you can explain why, or not.

“Old Time Rock and Roll” - Bob Seger 

what are your character’s aesthetics ? when you think of them, what do you see ( or feel, or hear ) ? what do you associate them with ?

empty chocolate wrappers, warm smiles, graphic t-shirts at formal events, forgotten schoolwork tossed aside in favor of romance novels, mismatched socks, terrible jokes that are so bad they’re good, giggling at the word ‘penis’, the smell of sweets and spearmint, selective ignorance, badly sung love songs, cheesy rock music, hands covered in doodles and reminders

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A storm blew away 25% of my roof last night

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