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look who just moved into APARTMENT 4D! is that ABIGAIL COWEN? no, that’s definitely CORINNA “CORA” LESTRANGE! rumour has it the TWENTY-TWO year old is a PUREBLOOD and used to be a SLYTHERIN student but now SHE spends their time as a FORTUNE TELLER. i’m sure they’ll be a great addition to the apartments since they’re PERCEPTIVE and QUICK-WITTED, despite being FICKLE and CONNIVING. take some time to settle in. just remember rent is due on the first! — ( cece, EST, twenty-six, she/her, none )

glitter on the carpet, barely visible cracks threading through a mirror, drop sheets over furniture, an overturned tea cup with tea flooding the floor, a bird flying into a window, stars obscured by city lights, crystals lining bookshelves, walls closing in, the sound of hollow laughter, invisible words scarred into skin, half-dead flowers, tarot cards on the windowsill, muffled music playing from the next room, fog shrouding streetlights, the feeling of drowning on dry land, bathing in moonlight 

HEADCANON 1: (tw: implied abuse) Cora’s family hails from Paris, France, moving to London destitute after her grandfather gambled away the remnants of their old fortune. The divorce was nasty, Contance, Cora’s grandmother, moved with their daughters to London hoping to avoid the shame and remarry rich or regain the fortune by any means possible, unaware of the stain that some distant relatives had put on the Lestrange name in England. Scandal chased their family even in their new lives; within a year of the move, it came out that Dephine, the eldest daughter, had fallen pregnant from an affair with the married Dominic Rosier and soon after gave birth to Cora. Cora was raised by Constance’s strict hand as Delphine flitted in and out of her life, never reliable or present. No matter what Cora did, it was never good enough for Constance. No grade was high enough, no passion proper enough, to avoid the pain her grandmother would bring down at every disappointment. To make matters worse, her father’s immediate family treated her exactly as the outsider she was, a permanent reminder of where she had come from, and his distant family was kind, but rarely present. There was little love for Cora in the Lestrange house, something that left marks on her both visible and invisible.

HEADCANON 2: For years, Cora thought she had been sorted wrong at Hogwarts. Sure, she was witty enough to pretend she belonged and she had a knack for easily picking up what was going on around her, but classes just couldn’t hold her attention. The only place she truly excelled was in Divination, ridiculed by her housemates as the lesser form of magic of all the other classes. She managed to scrape by into a few other NEWT classes, but in Divination she was at the top. Tarot cards, tea leaves, crystal balls, palms, Cora could do it all. Constance liked to tell her it was divine destiny—there was a long line of seers in her family, the Chastain’s—but Cora knew that was bullshit. Her Divination talent was all her, and she could put it to good use. The magical world wasn’t ready for her, but the muggle world sure was; all it took was a table, a pack of cards, and a cardboard sign, and Cora had her own business telling  tourists’ fortunes. They ate up her crap no matter what she said and soon Cora had a nice nest egg, a muggle cell phone, and private clients she liked enough to give true readings on occasion. No one had to know it was real magic, but they did recognize her skill and it drove Cora to push the boundaries and fully expand her ambition. Finally, the sky was the limit and nothing was going to stop her.

HEADCANON 3: Cora has a hard time sticking to things. Truly, she blames Delphine; the woman couldn’t even stick with her own daughter, what hope did Cora have? Her inconsistency was practically the only consistent thing about her—whether it came to friends, romances, hobbies, even her moods, Cora ricocheted from one thing to another like a hurricane, leaving a trail of devastation in her wake that (at least outwardly) didn’t seem to trouble her much. No matter how serene she might seem, Cora was a big damn mess, the evidence laid out on display in her bedroom. Some might have called it a hoarder’s nest, but Cora had it all catalogued by memory, from the keyboard piano collecting dust in her closet to the fourteen tarot decks lining her windowsill. No matter what anyone else thought, to Cora it was exactly where it needed to be— a carefully controlled sea of certainty in a very uncertain world.

apartment preference: two bedroom

wanted connections: half-siblings from her dad’s marriage would be super fun!

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CORA LESTRANGE + GOLD: character aesthetic

She is like a disturbed tide when it comes to her feelings. Sometimes she’s full of eneergy and her feelings are overflowed that seems like she’s burning; but sometimes she’s completely number and empty that seems like her heart has frozen.

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CORA LESTRANGE + LIGHT&DARK: character aesthetic

She’s something odd and uncertain, half of her was made of stars, full of death and filled with light; her other half was made of scars, full of life and filled with darkness.

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CORA LESTRANGE + MAROON: character aesthetic

I don’t mean to sound bitter, cold, or cruel, but I am, so that’s how it comes out.

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CORA LESTRANGE + PURPLE: character aesthetic

She always had that look about her, that look other otherness, of eyes that see things much too far, and of thoughts that wander off the edge of the world.

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She’s something odd and uncertain, half of her was made of stars, full of death and filled with light; her other half was made of scars, full of life and filled with darkness.

VàZaki Nada (via wnq-writers)

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I never wish to be easily defined. I’d rather float over other people’s minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person.

Franz Kafka (via musingisms)

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She looked pale, mysterious, like a lily, drowned, under water.

Virginia Woolf, Mrs Dalloway (via funeraryfaerie)

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listen, when i go to open my mouth & what comes out is 12 degrees of seperation from what the original topic was, u need to connect the dots bitch. think fast. i’m not gonna hold ur hand but we’re leaving now and visiting every topic along the line. wave it goodbye, don’t get hung up on it

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It is part of her beauty, this quality of being not quite there, dreamlike.

Anaïs Nin, from The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 5: 1947-1955  (via plathisms)

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she had the world || panic! at the disco

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i just saw this on twitter and if it aint the most me thing idk what is 

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          — vincent van gogh

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She watches the sky so often Her eyes began to resemble the stars. (She finds a home in the loneliest of places.)

A.N.S. (via wnq-writers)

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Have you cried yet? For Eliot? Fen, I’m only gonna say this once. Me joining your sad face therapy party is dumb.

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