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Ugh, sorry. Things just haven't been going well lately. Not sure if I'll be around to write this week. Feel free to add me on Discord if you wanna chat: decrsum

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Happy New Year to all you lovely people! Unfortunately, I'm a bit ill, so I won't be around much until I feel better. c':

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𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

“ am i not good enough? ”  

“ you’ve been so quiet. what’s on your mind? ”  

“ why did you help me? ”  

“ who do you fight for? ”  

“ why do you hate me? ”  

“ have you come to laugh at me in my miserable state? ”  

“ you’re not dating anyone, are you? ”  

“ i’ve got your back, okay? ”  

“ where do you think you’re going? ”  

“ how long have i been asleep? ”  

“ are you going to kill me? ”  

“ why can’t i come with you? ”  

“ we all have secrets, don’t we? ”  

“ did you want to be alone? ”  

“ why should i trust you? ”  

“ wait. did you hear that? ”  

“ promise me? ”  

“ why are you talking like we’ll never see each other again? ”  

“ do you remember anything at all? ”  

“ what? no witty remark? nothing clever to say? ”  

“ you wanna know what your problem is? ”  

“ may i have this dance? ”  

“ can i ask… what happened? ”  

“ how many people have you killed? how many? ”  

“ do you ever hear yourself? ”  

“ would you run away with me? ”  

“ could you be happy here with me? ”  

“ you can’t or you won’t? ”  

“ you slept with them, didn’t you? ”  

“ well, how do i look? ”  

“ after all you’ve done how can i possibly trust you? ”  

“ why can’t you let me in? what are you so afraid of? ”  

“ what did they do to you? ”  

“ so why’s it so important anyway? ”  

“ where have you been? ”  

“ why are you looking at me like that? ”  

“ why did you come? ”  

“ what are you doing out here by yourself? ”  

“ is… that my shirt you’re wearing? ”  

“ you… don’t like me very much, do you? ”  

“ why does it always have to be a fight with you? ”

“ why can’t you look me in the eye? ”  

“ can you forgive me? ”  

“ what if i never see you again? ”  

“ you were going to leave without saying goodbye? ”  

“ how about a little midnight snack? ”  

“ are you… smelling me? ”  

“ how did you get this scar? ”  

“ what do you want in exchange for it? ”  

“ what did you want to tell me? ”  

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ㅤㅤㅤ❝ You're already complaining about classes becoming too much. Sounds to me like you've got bigger things to be worried about. ❞ A charmer, isn't he? Well, Elliot wasn't exactly in the greatest mood and the discolouration on his skin was one of the many reasons. The next thing would be that nothing seemed to be going the right way since classes started for the year; he couldn't sleep, his sister was acting strange (more so than usual), and it felt like the professors were keeping an extra eye on him as if he had any involvement with the recent events.

ㅤㅤㅤShifting in his seat, placing one leg over his knee, and leaning back against the stone wall of the castle. The older he became, the more difficult it seemed to become to appreciate the little things in life. Like the warmth of the sun kissing his pale face. ㅤㅤㅤA couple years back he'd be hanging out with his small group in the courtyard, but that entire circle has fallen apart since because of some stupid drama. — And now, Elliot found himself talking to only three people at most, not even in a friendly manner either.

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ I don't know if you've paid any attention, but everyone in Slytherin is walking on their toes lately. ❞ Elliot finally said, tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek as his jaw tensed up. ❝ I wouldn't recommend pissing anyone off this year if you'd like to keep that pretty face of yours. ❞

Odette purses her lips together as she thought. If it concerned anyone in her house she would like to know, especially during this year. If the feeling of dread has already started, she could only imagine what it would be like as the year goes on. "Just...curious." She replied to him as she looked away. If she could protect her house members then she will. He's not giving her any details so she doesn't have to either.

She had always felt safe at Hogwarts, she questioned if she is still safe here but she would rather be here than at home. Especially because there are rumours of Death eaters roaming around her home, she didn't know if her parents were among them. If they are she would rather be at Hogwarts. "You sure? You don't know what I have on my plate." She said. She then closed her eyes again to bask in the sun, at least this will give some sort of comfort.

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ㅤㅤㅤWhy does it matter? It's not out of the usual that fists go flying between students. It's better than them using their wands, or someone would've gotten seriously hurt. It was always about pride, reputation, ego, all those selfish little things that don't matter in the end. And still, Elliot always engages, as if his year would not be complete if he didn't fight another student at least once.

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ And that interests you... why? ❞ A breath of a chuckle escaped his lips. No, he wasn't going to say who he fought or why. The bruises, and the fact that he's not on his way to the Hospital Wing to get them sorted out, says enough. Besides, you can never really trust anyone in Hogwarts, not anymore. ❝ Unless you want to have a go at them, but— ❞ he paused, tongue brushing across his lips, ❝ —I doubt you'd want that on your plate. ❞

ㅤㅤㅤHogwarts felt very different this year, he won't deny it. When the year before he was somewhat excited to be attending classes, this year he couldn't tell the difference between home and Hogwarts. Something in the air felt heavier, trying to suffocate him. And seeing as this stay Hufflepuff willingly sat beside him, Elliot clearly wasn't the only one feeling it.

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Odette had been quiet as soon as the year started. Being at Hogwarts this year is completely different, there was not much laughter in the halls or chatter, if at all. She was walking along the hallways, trying to find a change in scenery before the complete stress of classes takes over.

She walked outside and saw a student sat with bruises and red knuckles. It just so happens that he was sat in her favourite sun spots in the castle. She wanted to relax so she sat down next to him. She looked him over briefly before turning her head away from him. The harshness in his voice did not bother the Hufflepuff, she is used to it by now. "I'm not looking to talk. I just want to bask into the sun before classes get too much." She said to him. She tilts her head back and leans back as much as she felt like it to get as much heat and sun as possible.

"Let me guess, i should see the other guy. Who was it anyway? The lucky person that crossed your path?" She asked him as she looked at him. To be honest he looked like he possibly wanted company so she joined him for thst reason as well.

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Starters for Enemies to Friends

We on a roll. warnings: threats of violence.

DIALOGUE:

“I had nowhere else to go.” 

“You’ve changed.” 

“Have you always been this… not awful?”��

“What? Are we friends now? 

“Who did this?” 

“Trust me. For once in your damn life, trust me.” 

“I may not like you, but I do not despise you either.” 

“They will lose their sanity before you lose your life. I promise you.” 

“Whatever you think you’re doing, do not.” 

“This is not caring. This is admiration.” 

“I admire your courage to jump head-first into battle without any significant preparation. Kudos.” 

“Breathe, and do not stop. I’ll be back.” 

“Hurt them, and die.” 

“Stay over at my place tonight. I won’t try anything.” 

“That's your ex? Hmph.” 

“A tentative truce?” 

“I have your back… with or without a dagger.” 

“I’ll catch you. This time.” 

“Grab my hand—it's not poisoned.” 

“This is my phone number. As long as you do not abuse it, you may keep it.” 

“Text me if things go south and I’m not the cause.” 

“Where are you?” 

“Don’t come back for me. That wasn’t in our truce.” 

“They think I’ll hurt you.” “You won’t. I know you won’t.” 

“Your touch is comforting. Strange, for a person like you. But I’ll accept it.” 

“Why are you offering me your sweatshirt?” "Shock, take it."

“Don’t move. I’m here to help.” “A—Are you??” 

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“Come on. Let’s get it wrapped up.” — Puts this here cutely ♡

Bruises and Bruising

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ Head Girl trying to score bonus points? ❞ It's almost funny enough to laugh at, to have this Gryffindor girl fuss over him like he's her friend. They're not. And Elliot would have been just fine living on had she ignored his injuries entirely. ㅤㅤㅤHe was only thankful that some of the brawls that happen out of sight of the professors, rarely reach their ears. It is an unspoken rule between the students; if it doesn't directly involve you, you keep your bloody mouth shut.

ㅤㅤㅤBut now in the hands of Gryffindor's Head Girl, who he couldn't seem to shake off, Elliot might find himself in more trouble than it's worth. A visit to the Hospital Wing? Forget it. He wouldn't want to see those healers unless he was on the brink of death.

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ Don't you have your two boyfriends to look after? I'm sure they'll be finding themselves in the line of fire in no-time. ❞ Those three particular Gryffindor students have been a hot topic in the Slytherin common rooms. It was never just Harry Potter being mentioned.

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[sit] – sender comes and sits next to a bruised receiver. no words, just warmth. {Hello! ^^}

Bruises and Bruising

ㅤㅤㅤOut of anyone that could sit next to him, it just had to be a Hufflepuff, didn't it? Silence. As if he had to start explaining the story behind the purple and blue blooms on his skin. He wouldn't, but it sure as hell felt like it was expected of him.

ㅤㅤㅤNo. Instead, Elliot rubbed at the red on his knuckles, feeling the heat and pulsating sensation in his blue jaw. Attempting to push away the discomfort, not from being watched by honey-coloured eyes, but from the sheer physical pain he was experiencing. Refusing to see the hospital wing for a third time this month, Elliot was content to bask in the last rays of the summer sun.

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ If you're looking for a conversation, you won't find one here. ❞ Perhaps it was a bit harsh, but the silence began to bother him a tiny bit now. He adjusted the sleeves of his uniform as if to buy time for the girl to walk away and pretend she was never there to begin with.

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I'm realizing I'm very rusty trying to rewrite this blog's main verse. We're getting somewhere though! Just need to flesh some things out. But hey, my inbox is open for any Hogwarts verse takers~

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Bruises and Bruising

WORDS

“Where did you get those?”

“Is that…. somebody’s hand?”

“Is that… a bootprint?”

“It’ll look worse before it looks better.”

“Come on. Let’s get it wrapped up.”

“Do you want some painkillers?”

“Let me guess, I should ‘see the other guy’?”

“How’d you get a black eye?”

“I know you don’t do it on purpose, but I wish you’d stop coming home bruised.”

“I like the new look. It suits you.”

“Ouch, that looks like it hurts.”

“Talk to me.”

“You shouldn’t end up with bruises because you disagree with them. You know that, right?”

“Will you tell me how it happened?”

“Come and sit with me.”

ACTIONS

(send ‘+reverse’ to reverse the roles, or specify which muse is which!)

[sit] – sender comes and sits next to a bruised receiver. no words, just warmth.

[care] – sender provides physical care for receiver’s bruises (ice pack, wrapping them up, etc)

[shower] – sender takes one look at a bruised and bloody receiver, and goes to run them a shower. hot showers fix everything.

[offer] – sender has something they know receiver will want, and because receiver has had a bad enough day as it is, sender gives it to them. it’s the little things.

[stay] – sender offers receiver a place to stay, so that – wherever they got these bruises – they don’t have to go back.

[concussion] – sender checks receiver for a concussion, because it’s very possible receiver has one.

[home] – sender has no physical way of helping receiver out of this situation, but they offer out their hand anyway. just to hold onto (and to not let go).

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    "   ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴛʜᴇ   𝒮𝒪𝐹𝒯𝐸𝒮𝒯  ᴋɴɪғᴇ﹐             ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ   𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑴𝑬𝑺𝑻  ɪᴄᴇ. "

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scripted by Chroma

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Okay so, here's the thing- Yes, I absolutely want to get back to roleplaying. But I feel like I need to start anew. So much has changed in my life while I was on my unannounced hiatus, and I am definitely not the same person I was before. While the general concept of this character will stay mostly the same, the name and some minor details will not. This also means that (unfortunately) all threads on this blog right now will be closed. I will make another OOC post as soon as I've figured everything out. I'm excited to be back~

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Well, hello-

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    He noted her grip tightening. He took it as a sign to keep going. To continue exploring and marking every inch of her bare skin. Oh how he was dying to see more of her. To taste more of her. Button after button he exposed more of her chest. More fabric being in his way which honestly just got annoying at this point. Fingers sneaking to the back of her bra, carefully unhooking the undergarment. Pushing up the cups, his fingers found the tender pink nubs that were hiding underneath. This soon followed with his tongue moving its way down her chest as he teased her.

    His other hand now free once again, began to make work of her skirt, but skipping the act of unbuttoning it. Instead, he stroked down her inner thigh, getting awfully close to her womanhood. Oh no, not yet. Mattheo wanted to see how badly she wanted him. How desperate he can make her for his touch. And 'accidentally' allowing his thumb to poke at her most sensitive parts. Has he done this before? Maybe. But Hermione doesn't need to know when or with whom. For that is since long in the past to be forgotten. His focus is on Hermione, and her alone. It has been like that for a while, and only now did he get the chance to act upon his wishes.

    Footsteps outside the door were exciting. As if the others in Hogwarts were threatening the couple. Mattheo only enjoyed it. The thrill of potentially getting caught in a compromising position with the Gryffindor Head Girl. If that doesn't make people remember him, he would have failed at leaving his mark in this castle's memories.

    He let out a playful chuckle against her skin. Tongue flicking against her nipple. Her breathing and attempts to be quiet were just so cute. And needless to say, they made his trousers a little more uncomfortable by the second. ❝ Goodness, babygirl. I did not expect you to be so willing to break the rules for me. ❞ He breathed out warmly against her skin. Using that nickname she pretended she hates so much. He knows she likes it. He knows it turns her on.

  Someone could pass by them at any moment, anyone would be able to see what they were doing. Sweet god, she couldn't translate a single thought in her brain, it was like she was short-circuiting under his touches, his kisses. And how he tasted—as he took advantage of her pretty little mouth being slightly open—was addicting. His kisses... they were scorching, as if his lips were making her skin burn as he travelled to her neck, staking his claim. Her hands went from their relaxed state to a more in-need grabbing, as if grasping for dear life. Her breaths still frantic and becoming more-so as her teeth dug into her bottom lip to stop herself from making any sudden noises. She couldn't, but oh did she feel the need.

  Her lip wasn't going to last long, she knew it. She'd have to clamp down harder and even possibly draw blood to prevent herself from mewling. Fucking hell.

  He pulled her close, suckling on her skin, marking her, be it a reminder of who she was with. She could feel the heat surge through her, head to toe, in places that were currently hidden from view, the area between her legs feeling it the most. He tugged her tie off of her and the whole thing was becoming more and more real with each second that passed, each action pulling her closer and closer to her resolve utterly breaking. Oh, who was she kidding?

  It was already broken.

  Chocolate eyes with their dilated pupils managing to look at him, down at him, as he bit, she whimpered. Not a sad one, either, far from it. Bollocks. So much for keeping herself quiet, and it was going to be a struggle to keep herself from exploding when things were to escalate—no doubt they were going to, she anticipated it. Her legs felt like jelly as it was, her tongue wetting her sore lip from where her teeth had dug in. Was he going to undress her? Have his way with her? Here? Scandalous, she managed to think, though her thoughts becoming intangible again. She gave a little, quick nod of her head then, and a ❛Mmm❜ from her lips to give the sign she understood, the sign she'd attempt. What was it with Slytherin purebloods and their bits of authority? And why, why, was it so arousing?

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a reply to @bccksmarts' post

    ❝ Oh— All of the sudden I am the one messing with your head? ❞ This had to be their first real argument. Staring at her in sheer disbelief and . . . a hint of offense. Not one to raise his voice so fast, Mattheo inhaled sharply before he continued to speak. Attempting to keep his tone as neutral as possible. But it was clear that he was irritated. ❝ Granger-darling, it goes both ways. One moment you're sweet and blushy, the next you act like I've purposely stepped on your toes. I can't ever win, can I? ❞ Perhaps this is just a classic case of women being confusing to no end.

    Does she not realize how risky it is for him to be seen with her? How easily word could be spread to his family who are not so keen on anyone not pure-blooded. And how fast he could be dragged back home to be beaten to a pulp for even trying to taint their bloodline. — Still, against all odds, he approached Hermione each and every time he got the opportunity to. Leaning over her. Wrapping an arm around her shoulders. Not wanting to care about what may even happen to him, let alone, her.

    ❝ Listen— ❞ He paused and ran a hand through his hair. Another deep breath. Though he probably would do better sticking his head in a bowl of ice with the way his face and chest began to heat up. Those droplets in her eyes only made the feeling worse. Oh, how I hate this world we live in.

    His fingers itched, tingling with frustration. Anger. But none of it was directed at her. Never her. His words would be no good. Mattheo's own damn words and thoughts riled him up so much. And he could only imagine how badly this could end if he were to spill those thoughts in front of Hermione. She wouldn't understand. But perhaps she would. But he can't take that risk. Not now. There is far too much to lose at this point.

    Actions speak louder than words. Mattheo placed his hand on each of Hermione's shoulders. Fingers digging into the fabric of her shirt. He pushed her back until her back met a wall. His lips were fast to find hers. He was hungry. Nipping at her bottom lip before deepening the kiss. He could not breathe. He didn't want to.

    In that moment he wanted all of her. Every inch of her being he craved. Hands dragging down from her shoulders to her waist, feeling the curve going down her hips. — Then his mouth pulled away, to whisper against her lips.

    ❝ You've got no idea how much I want you, Hermione Granger. ❞

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❛ A lot can happen in a few weeks. ❜ ( from draco malfoy ) — @lightcreators CATCHING FIRE (2013) SENTENCE STARTERS

    ❝ A lot can happen in a few minutes, even. ❞ Lounging in the plush, green chair in the Slytherin common room. One leg over the other, and two fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. Tired. So damn tired. ❝ Pansy again? You two broken up yet? ❞ Draco normally never gives Mattheo the time of day. Especially if he's with his posse. So the fact that the blond golden child of Slytherin finally said some words to him, could probably mean nothing good.

    Mattheo and Draco simply did not run in the same circles, despite being in the same house. Each and every time the two exchanged looks, it was nothing but mean stares at one another. Why? Because some may say they are equally as popular and equally as bad. The Darcy family isn't exactly well-liked by most, and neither is Malfoy's. Mattheo has heard his father complain about Lucius Malfoy plenty of times.

    ❝ I will humor you this afternoon. — What's on your mind, Malfoy? ❞ Mattheo gave a sigh and straightened up his back. The way he slouched in that chair was no good for his spine and he could feel it. But he could also at the very least pretend that he cares.

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    ❝ Ouch— The lack of faith you have in me hurts, Inkling. ❞ He clutched the fabric over his chest, dramatizing a reaction. Though he couldn't have seen himself as a professor before now, the idea actually doesn't seem so bad in his eyes. ❝ Have I ever mentioned hating children? I don't find them as obnoxious if I have some form of authority over them. ❞ Perhaps it's something that needs to be considered. If not an Auror, he could try to aim for a position as a Professor. It genuinely didn't sound too bad of an option.

    ❝ You just watch, love. I will make this a plan B. ❞ Mattheo grinned her way, throwing an arm around her shoulders.

    ❝ And at least, if I go for a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, I wouldn't have to directly deal with the Amortentia potions, but Unforgivables instead. ❞ And that is somehow better. Mattheo would really much rather deal with the Imperio Curse, than a life-altering potion.

    " You're right - I'm sure I can protect you and myself with ease~ " Maybe not with the ease she spoke of - but she knew enough spells not to get them eaten in the Forbidden Forest. She turned her eyes to him as they walked along the path - her dark eyes taking in every freckle on his face - and smiled brightly.

    " I don't know if you can be a professor, you know. " The witch spoke pointedly, a brow raised at such a notion. " You'd have to deal with children every day and I'm not sure you'd have the patience for that. " Her light laughter filled the air, her eyes not upturned to the sky above. " But, I mean, if you do that - we could be professors together. "

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