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crvince‌:

          sᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀ had no intention to be merciful towards the slytherin girl. perhaps he should have known better than to attempt to ask probability to samba with him. it was never a romantic thing, more focused on things that would tilt towards the most damage instead of the least. a simple gamble, of who would be first among the three if at all.

          ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪs ᴀ voice inside. he could not quite call it that, it seems like something more beastly, a sixth sense that tells him to move towards her. it only takes a second, even less. two hands, one gently settles on the girl who has been caught in the traps of the flower && the other rests on the girl who may be a potential target. he forgets himself at that moment, offering the two of them a gentle squeeze not unlike the one he sends only two others.

“ you’ll be okay isla,” he speaks with a quietness reserved for the tenderness of the night, but also a firmness that instills itself as a hidden dagger meaning to reveal itself when all tilts towards danger. he always knew since the moment he first looked into those eyes, that there would be a day when the girl would have to face her inner demon.

          ᴠɪɴᴄᴇɴᴛ sɪᴍᴘʟʏ ᴅɪᴅ not think he would be a part of it. once upon a time perhaps he would have worded it as a nuisance, but now he wants to be here with her && charlotte too. “we believe in you, even if you don’t believe in yourself.” he turns to the hufflepuff by his side. “right?”

    fear was something that she knew very well having feared everything that could ever be feared by most. but fear was something that she had never associated with her best friend. in her eyes, isla had always been the fearless one. the force that nothing seems to faze, someone she looked to as support whenever she found herself in a pinch of any sort. 

    but it seems even the strongest support can crumble as the girl runs back to them, two shades lighter than she was before she had walked ahead of them. 

    her first instinct was to comfort her best friend, but vincent was so much faster than her in this sense, if the girl seemed quiet before to most, she seemed to have lost her voice at this point, only able to nod her head in agreement as he turns to her, seeking word of comfort for isla, yet her other hand still reaches out to take isla’s in hers, always thinking about others before herself, she manages a reassuring smile as she squeezes the other’s hand, “vincent’s right,” she murmurs softly, “you’ll be okay, we’re here for you.” 

    “we’ll get through it together,” she continues, looking from one companion to the other, feeling braver just from the presence of them alone, her hands giving each of theirs a squeeze, “all three of us.” 

whisper it to me.

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    charlotte has always found it hard to sleep in foreign beds other than her own, it had taken hers years to get used to the bed at hogwarts, so bad was her lack of sleep during those first couple of years that people didn’t even recognize her with the lack of dark circles under her eyes. now that they were in new zealand, the same problem was soon coming back to the haunt the girl who lays awake, eyes staring intensely at the dark ceiling above her, as if this would help her fall asleep any sooner. 

    the noise of someone scuffling across the room was louder in the quiet of night, as was the squeak of the bed as she slowly turns towards the noise to see one of her roommates attempting a brave escape into the night, the light of the hallway streaming through the partially open doorway. 

    “where are you going?” she asks her roommate out of curiosity, she was never the type to butt into other people’s business and would certainly have never told anyone that she saw aria leave the room, but at the same she also worried for the other’s safety. 

    her eyes widen slightly in surprise at the other’s suggestion, her mind trying to go over all the excuses she could make to get out of this, but really what did she have that would get the other off her trail? apparently nothing, “oh, well, yes, i suppose you’re right...” 

catch me, catch you ❀ charlotte 

her room was tucked cozily with schoolmates- friends among strangers and then some. however- new zealand was not exactly the way she’d intended on spending her days for what ought to have been reserved as ‘summer’. or with a curfew- as a soon-to-be fourth upper year student, she did find some offense to that. she wasn’t a child. there’s the spark within that screams more of red than blue, where she wraps a scarf around her neck for what feels like the hundredth month in a row, past appropriate hours in order to explore what nightlife this country had to offer. here’s to hoping no one caught her, in order to deduct some points from their house ( a feat she succeeded in far too often to be proud of . )

there’s a slight sound behind her and wondered if her plan to flee has been foiled before a foot has been stepped past the boundaries of their warm room. aria twisted to her left sharply to be met with big doe eyes. there’s a pregnant pause in the air. 

“you can either come with me or promise not to tell…” she paused, shifting from foot to foot as she contemplated the options she provided. “actually, you should come with me.” the door closed, and aria stalks back to where charlotte is, her shoes off temporarily in case this would take some convincing. “after all, summer vacations are for fun, right?” 

@crxlottie

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crvince:

「 @crxlottie, @crxisla 」

          ɪᴛ ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴇ a first in a long lapse of time that vincent tampers with the probability of fate. if he could reach his hands into the murky waters of the future to pull the proper lever then the slytherin would. however, he can’t. so instead he tosses his hands upwards, letting the ball strike where it may on the rolling roulette.

          ʀᴇꜰᴜsᴀʟ ɪs ɪɴ his grasps, somewhere he could say no && squeeze his fingers together close until al the promises crack in his fingers. shards slice against pale skin to allow for the bleeding of regret. lovely regret. a bitter iron smell infiltrating his senses. so foreign, he wants to keep it that way.

          ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ɴᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴇs can be made. he should worry, but more than himself the slytherin’s thoughts glide to the two girls by his side. currently, there is a stronger urge than his will to protect himself which takes shape to shield them. for one of the many secrets he carries includes them. vincent understands the darkness that each of them wield, he’s never told them though because it’s never been his place to.

          ʜᴇ’s sᴛɪʟʟ ᴜɴsᴜʀᴇ if it’s in his place to.

“the faster we complete this, the better it will be for all of us,” vincent states && he’s positive even before he receives an answer that the other two would agree.

    with each step that the three of them took, she could feel her discomfort seeming to grow more and more. she was never one for confrontations, hated bringing up anything negative and tends to avoid talking about herself as much as possible. a task like this that would effectively take away all the control she had upon the situation, where she didn’t know what sort of things about her would manifest was really not something she wanted to spend her day doing. 

    she could barely hear him speak over the beating of her heart, but she nods along anyways. she didn’t want to do this with them, but she certainly didn’t want to do it alone. she just didn’t want to do it at all. 

    nervously, she reaches her shaking hand out, grasping onto the hand that was closest to her, her best friend, finding comfort in the physical touch of other as she takes a few deep breath. her fingers squeezing the other’s hand gently as she glances over at the other girl, her lips straining as she tugs them upwards ever so slightly. 

    “okay,” she murmurs softly, “we’re almost there, we can do this,” she says, reassuring herself more so than for the benefit of those around her. 

whisper it to me.

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☎😙🎼⭐️

「 ᴀɴ ᴏᴡʟ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ 」 

Name: Charlotte Mei.Ringtone: La fille aux cheveux de lin .                She shares this ringtone with Isla Ko.Picture: Most likely a photo he took of her, originally at her request but now he has changed it into her profile picture on his phone.Last Text Received/Sent: ﴾ ✉️ • Lottie Mei ﴿ It’s dangerous. I’ll go with you.

❝ charlotte? ❞ vincent had heard the resolution in her mind, but a part of his own mind still believed in a girl who would withdraw the last minute. perhaps he banked on it himself, unable to piece together a response that would be what he would consider suitable. it’s a new situation. she is not his two childhood friends where banter can be used to diffuse the situation at times. but being purely serious, distant does not feel to be the proper spell either.

the hands which held his together in her grasp are small, fragile. it’s genuine && raw, vincent does not know if he can properly face it. carefully, he guides both their arms up until lips gently brush against the back of her hands. ❝ has something sullied your day? ❞

Christina Perri ft Jason Mraz - Distance

Vincent has become used to a life that includes Charlotte. In the beginning, he had seen it as a two in one package. If there is Isla, his fiancee, around then there will be her best friend Charlotte. But now, Charlotte is a stand alone in his mind. He’s just too afraid to admit it to her && so he still pretends it is a combination. Maybe he’s also too afraid to admit that he can’t imagine a life without Charlotte Mei anymore either.

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crdamn:

Damien groans as he makes his way down the ladder leading to the divination classroom. Why was he still taking that class when it was an elective and not something he needed to graduate was a mystery, but one decision he regretted every single time he had to go to that class. He sighs and reaches up to massage his head, but just as he steps out into the hallway, his name is called, and he looks up to see his cousin walking up to him. He smiles, but his expression changes to one of suspicion when he sees the look on his cousin’s face.

Her questions only help securing his assumptions. “What is it that you are after this time Chacha,” he asks her, cutting right to the chase. She didn’t know that yet, but he wasn’t particularly busy today. Sure, he had homework to do like, but this was nothing unusual and he could do them later. Besides, going to Hogsmeade was always nice and he could take the opportunity to buy some candy. Plus, his cousin was offering to treat him to food and who was he to say no to free food?

I don’t mind accompanying you to Hogsmeade, but what am I going to have to do in exchange? You know I am not going to write your assignments for you.” It was hard to say no to Charlotte, but it was always something he hadn’t budged from. Doing assignments for her wouldn’t end up helping her in the end. He was more lenient when it came to other requests though.

    “i don’t require anything of you, cousin dearest, i only request for your company on this lovely day,” she responds, her voice still dripping with sugar, “you shouldn’t be cooped up on a day like today, this is for your own good.” charlotte was never one to like lying very much, it always left a sour taste in her mouth and right now the guilt of the fact that she was using her cousin comes bubbling to the surface. 

    but the desperation that she felt outweighs the guilt and she continues on with her ploy. 

    “besides... we haven’t hung out just the two of us in such a long time, i’m starting to miss my cousin,” she laments to him, her bottom lip jutting out in a small pout to emphasize just how sad the thought really made her feel. this statement was true, she really did miss spending time with her cousins. despite the fact that the three of them attend the same school, the fact that they were all from different houses really hindered their chances of seeing each other. 

    if only her intentions were as pure as she makes them out to be, however... would he be angry at her when he finds out, she wonders. 

    “so what do you say? will you accompany your precious cousin on this once in a lifetime adventure?”

❥ slytherin spy

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relationships (accepting) 

Send 👂 to overhear my muse talking about yours.

“i honestly don’t think it’s possible for anyone to dislike rowan. she’s the literal definition of friendliness and she lights up any room she walks into. if someone doesn’t like her then i’m guessing they just don’t like happiness in general.”

Send📱for a voicemail my muse left yours.

“hey rowan? it’s, um, it’s charlotte. i found your textbook in the library the other day, thank goodness you had written your number in your book otherwise i wouldn’t know who it belonged to. you take really nice notes, by the way… oh! i’m so sorry i looked, how rude of me. um… anyways, would you like to meet up so i can give it back to you?” 

Send ⭐️ (or multiple) for a headcanon about our muses.

1. they’re not that close, but lottie looks up to rowan and wishes she could be as friendly as the other, but due to her meek and quiet demeanor, the other girl could only admire from afar. 

2. not saying that she has… but lottie probably would drop cute little notes voicing her admiration of the other onto her desk or into her bag or slipped into one of her books. this is just theory though, it hasn’t yet. it definitely hasn’t been happening since the beginning of fourth year. 

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"lottie dear, this is a sort of an odd question. but would you be interested in collecting seashells with me? i heard you could make necklaces from some of them."

    she smiles in amusement at her best friend’s suggestion, finding a wonder in the fact that a girl that exuded such sophistication would have suggested something so simple and mundane, to call it refreshing would have been an understatement in this case. 

    “how interesting, usually i’m the one that suggests such cute and romantic ideas and then drag you on them with me… what seems to have caused the change, isla dearest?” she muses, her tone teasing as she leans towards her friend some more, eyes twinkling as the corner of her lips curves up in a knowing smile. 

    “could it be… you intend to gift this said necklace to a certain someone?” 

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"good evening charlotte," vincent finds the female he's been looking for in one of the many common rooms which form their new residence. as expected, he cannot help but think, as hazel irises watch her flip the pages of a book. "isla mentioned in passing she wished to head to the wildlife reserve. since you happen to love animals and you are also her dear friend, would you like to join us?" he may be wishing for her company too, but that is something vincent cannot dare reveal.

    a familiar cuts through the silence of the common room she had found herself in, eyes gazing up at the other from the book, a small smile growing in greeting upon her lips as she sets her book down and stands up to face the other. although this was not the first time he had chosen to seek her out like this, the other was still as pleasantly surprised as always, “good evening to you, vincent,” she responds in greeting, the excitement coming through in her tone despite her attempts at keeping calm and poised. 

    however, the smile upon her lips falters slightly at his words, upon the realization that he wasn’t there for her in the end. it was, after all, just for isla. she understands this, of course. they were engaged after all. it was only natural that the two of them would spend time with each other. it was, therefore, only natural that he sees her as just isla’s best friend. someone there to ease the tension. 

    in her heart she knew that this would always be the case, she would always just tag along behind them as she watched two people that she cared about be happy without her. she had already come to terms with that. 

    so why was she so disappointed? 

    putting the smile back on her face, she proceeds to nod enthusiastically at his suggestion, masking her disappointment with a facade, “that sounds like a wonderful idea, vincent,” she answers, her voice chirpier than usual, “if it wouldn’t be a bother, i’d love to accompany the two of you.” 

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👽🎃💍

emotions ( not accepting)

👽  –– Do you believe in aliens? Do you believe there could be life on other planets, no matter how small?

    “i do believe in aliens,” she admits simply, not even hesitating to answer the question that was being presented to her. it may seem weird to others, but this was something that she had actually put a lot of thought into, “if we can living amongst muggles undetected, who’s to say that there aren’t other beings that live amongst us that even we can’t detect? magic isn’t fool proof, after all, magic is still flawed. maybe one of the flaws is the fact that aliens still can’t be detected with magic.” 

🎃  –– What was your first Halloween costume that you can remember? How old were you when you stopped trick or treating?

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💍  –– Do you want to get married someday? If you are married, did your wedding go as you imagined it would?

    “doesn’t every girl wish for a fairy tale wedding?” she responds to the question, a soft smile upon her lips as she thinks about all the many times she had looked upon wedding dresses in shop windows wistfully, “we all want to meet our prince charming and fall in love and start a family,” she continues. the thing was… she may have already found him. he just isn’t her prince charming. she wondered then when the last time she had cared to look at wedding dresses was, “but at the moment, i don’t think i’m really in a place to be thinking about marriage. i’ll just wait for all of my friends to get married first before i start thinking about settling down myself.” 

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RELATIONSHIP BUILDING

Send ⭐️ (or multiple) for a headcanon about our muses. Send ☎ for your muse’s info in my muses phone (name, ringtone, picture, last text received/sent). Send 🎼 for a song that reminds me of our muses. Send 👋 for three things that describe our muses relationship. Send 👂 to overhear my muse talking about yours. Send 👤+ a muse name for my muse’s opinion on that muse (with the other muse/mun’s permission). Send 😍 for my muse to tell yours three things they love about them. Send 💤 for my muse to say something about yours in their sleep. Send 📖 for my muse to read out an entry in their journal/diary about yours. Send ✉ for a written letter from my muse. Send📱for a voicemail my muse left yours. Send 🌀 for my muse’s reaction to getting stuck in a storm with yours. Send 🍺 for my muses drunk reaction around yours. Send 💰 for your muse to ask mine for money. Send ✔️ for a daydream my muse has had about/involving yours. Send 👀 for my muse to compliment yours Send 💋 for how my muse would seduce/flirt with yours. Send  👏 and what your muse will do to fluster mine. Send 😙 for my muse’s reaction to yours being super affectionate. Send 🍵 and my muse will reveal one of their biggest regrets involving yours. Send 😶 and my muse will confess to something they wish they didn’t do that affected your muse.

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emotions ( not accepting)

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👩‍👩‍👧‍👦 –– What kind of family did you grow up in? Two-parent, single-parent, raised by someone else? How many siblings do you have? Did you have any other type of family in your house all the time?

emotions ( not accepting)

    “i’m an only child,” she starts slowly, her family life wasn’t something she was very accustomed to talking about as it was also something she tried to avoid thinking about, “my parents weren’t the most loving, but they never mistreated me. i guess you could say that they expected a lot.” they expected perfection. 

    “i don’t really associate with my extended family either, except for my cousins who are the shining lights in my life,” she continues, changing the subject to something that was a lot brighter and she enjoyed talking about a lot more. 

    “perseus is, of course, my obvious favorite. but i love all of my cousins. he was just around the longest as we basically grew up together. i used to go to his house all the time and we’d sit around doing nothing. i remember those times as being the only quiet moments i was ever able to get. we also used to say that we would get married in the future, but well… that thought is gone.” 

    “damien and i started off on rocky waters with each other, honestly. he showed up one day at perseus’s house, this imposing, hard to approach force that was suddenly in my comfort zone… of course i was apprehensive around him… but now i’ve warmed up to him and it’s like we’ve known each all our lives. now, he spoils me and is always around when i need him.” 

    “titania is my role model. she’s so graceful and holds herself with such confidence, i wish i could be more like her. she has so many friends, everyone just seemed to gravitate towards her, her presence is just so magnetic. the epitome of a goddess. she takes such good care of me as well. always giving me advice on how i should dress, how i should hold myself, correcting me on my posture, things like that. i don’t know what i would do without titania… how would i navigate this world without her guidance?” 

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akb48love:

Ju Jingyi for Hunan TV

❀ violin sonata ❀

the sound of the bow against the strings... strong, fast, graceful. 

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"Charlotte," he takes an unusual journey over to the Hufflepuff commons, for once not for a childhood friend but a stranger that he has found companionship with between the slips of chaos. It's not quite worry, but a trepidation settles into his veins that can only be quenched by an answer by her. "Are you feeling better these days?"

    “vincent,” she acknowledges the other as he approached her in that ever so calm demeanor of his, yet it was this calm demeanor that she clung onto in her time of need, seeking comfort in the most uncanny of places. however, the surprise is still evident in her tone as she regards him curiously, a small smile upon her face as she looks up at him. it wasn’t everyday that vincent would make such a personal visit to check up on someone like this. it was very humbling to think that is was her that was getting such a benefit. 

    “yes, i’m feeling a lot better these days, thank you so much for being there for me… i don’t know what i would have done if you weren’t there, or what could have happened,” she responds. and she really meant it. if it wasn’t for him stepping in and taking her away from the castle grounds, she would have probably ended up with the same fate as her cousin. would she have been able to handle the aftermath of the whole situation, she wondered… she was glad that she would never have to find out. 

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❀ memories in pictures ❀

❀  your lock screen

    this is pretty self explanatory, her favorite author and poet is f. scott fitzgerald after all. 

❀  your home screen

    she loves having her cat as her homescreen. each time she opens it and sees the cat, she just can’t help the smile that breaks out on her face. indeed the cat is a little beauty, hence the name. 

❀  the tenth picture in your camera roll

    when you’ve been friends for as long as these two have, it’s quite impossible not to have pictures of each other all over your phone. isla has always been charlotte’s muse for the longest time. she enjoys taking pictures of the other girl (as she thinks the other always turns out good in all of her pictures)... even when she has no intention of ever posting them. 

❀  favorite picture at the moment

    only because she’s sporting her house’s main color. 

❀  most recent selfie 

    ... no one ever said it had to be a good selfie... 

❀  last person you texted 

    this isn’t even shocking considering it was her cousin that she had texted. after the whole mother ordeal, she had to make sure that he was back to normal and would check in on him every couple of hours. 

❀ last person you called

    ... vincent

❀  the most recent song you played 

    falling slowly - glen hansard, marketa irglova

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🎃

emotions (not accepting)

🎃  –– What was your first Halloween costume that you can remember? How old were you when you stopped trick or treating?

    “well…” she starts, a small apologetic smile upon her lips as she regards the other, “that’s the thing, i guess, with being born a pureblood… you don’t really get to enjoy such things as muggle holidays. but if i had to choose to go as something… i’d go as my mother. or titania.” 

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🤞

emotions (accepting)

🤞  –– Do you believe in luck? Do you believe in the usual lucky things ( four-leaf clovers, horseshoes, rabbit foot, etc )? Do you have any unusual things you think bring you luck ( a shirt, hat, book, number )?

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