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i would make an excellent goon. i’d be like ”on it boss” and then i’d fuck it up instantly.

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*     vcritaservm     ◟         aria   ogden          .ᐟ

the  reply  she  receives  from  kaius  has  aria’s  hands  coming  to  rest  on  her  hips  as  she  levels  him  with  an  unamused  look,  though  there’s  a  level  of  fondness  underneath  as  well  (  not  that  she  would  admit  it. )   “ you’re…  insufferable, ”  she  breathes,  nearly  tripping  on  her  own  words  when  he  touches  her,  her  heartbeat  beginning  to  thunder  in  her  veins  in  a  way  that  only  he  can  bring  out  in  her,  and  she  can’t  help  but  glance  up  at  him  from  beneath  her  lashes,  wanting  to  be  annoyed  with  him  for  his  behavior  but  finding  herself  unable  to  be  anything  but  charmed.   “ don’t  be  charming, ”  she  warns,  though  her  body  immediately  betrays  her  words  as  she  sways  closer  to  him  on  instinct.   “ oh?  would  you  prefer  i  wear  you  instead,  then?  you  do  look  rather  good  on  me, ”  she  quips  back  at  him  with  a  raised  brow,  the  corners  of  her  lips  tipping  up.

it's   a   smug   little   feeling   that   nestles   beneath   his   skin   ,      every   reaction   from   her   just   another   victory   to   lord   over   and   languish.   how   she   makes   it   so   easy   ,      how   he   eats   it   up   ⸻   every.   single.   time.         ❛         and   yet   you   love   to   suffer   me.         ❜         he   emphasizes   the   truth   of   it   with   a   gentle   grasp   of   her   chin   ,      a   thumb   stroking   along   the   line   of   her   jaw   ;      lengths   of   skin   he's   mapped   out   time   and   time   again   with   both   lips   and   teeth.   the   last   of   his   marks   had   faded   out   ,      it   seemed   ,      and   the   flutter   of   her   lashes   made   him   crave   to   leave   them   again.         ❛         then   don't   be   charmed.         ❜         it's   triumphant   :      the   way   she   falls   into   him   ,      the   hand   upon   her   hip   that   goes   from   a   languid   touch   to   something   firm.   tugging   her   ever   closer   ,      in   a   way   that   speaks   of   a   loathing   to   be   kept   apart.         ❛         on   you   ?   i   think   an   argument   can   be   made   that   i   look   better   in   you.         ❜

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*     wartorns      ◟         gregory   goyle          .ᐟ

SETTING :  slytherin dormitories, dorm 1 - blaise zabini’s bed.           ⸻         gregory   &    rey   (   @despelled·   )     

          gregory feels the bed dip slightly, a slow pull of the sheets, and he finally brings himself to open his eyes. half - asleep, he expects to be face-to-face with blaise as he has many mornings before over the years. instead he finds himself watching as rey is frozen, mid-attempt of sneaking out, causing him to jerk slightly. how had he somehow forgotten she’d also be there?     ❛uh,    ❜   he lets out a slight groan as he pushes himself up on his elbows, thumbs massaging his forehead. surely blaise wouldn’t just leave the two of them here. and yet, there was no sight of his friend.   ❛     what time is it   ?❜   he searches the sheets for his wiztab, but sighs when he realizes it must be in his own bed.  giving up quite easily, he flops himself back on the mattress, pulling a pillow underneath his head.    ❛     too damn early, whatever it is.     ❜

she   comes   to   consciousness   with   a   startling   clarity   ⸻   asleep   one   moment   ,      and   awake   the   next.   without   preamble   ,      without   warning   ,      and   it   takes   a   moment   for   realization   to   kick   in.   familiar   surroundings   with   an   unfamiliar   bedmate   ,      and   while   it's   certainly   not   the   first   time   she's   found   herself   in   bed   with   gregory   goyle   ,      it   is   the   first   time   she’s   found   herself   in   this   position   without   a   rather   prominent   blaise   shaped   buffer   between   them.   instead   ,      she's   cuddled   up   to   limbs   she's   only   brushed   on   accidental   passings   and   necessary   re   -   arrangements   to   somehow   squeeze   themselves   all   into   the   same   ,      cramped   little   space.   so   feeling   rather   abandoned   (   thanks   a   lot   blaise   )   ,      and   mildly   terrified   at   the   idea   of   being   caught   curled   into   his   space   ,      she   attempts   to   quietly   roll   herself   out   of   the   tangled   sheets   and   cozy   atmosphere   without   disturbing   its   sleeping   patron.   

she   almost   manages   it   too   ,      she's   certain �� ,      but   she   makes   the   mistake   of   looking   up   at   just   the   wrong   time.   a   frozen   ,      deer   in   headlights   gaze   catching   on   a   still   sleep  -   lidded   one   ;      accompanied   by   a   shocked   squeak   she   can't   muffle   in   time   at   the   sound   of   his   grumbly   voice.         ❛         it's   seven   twenty   !         ❜         the   answer   comes   automatically   ,      overlapping   with   his   own   words   ,      causing   her   to   clam   up   even   further.   for   some   reason   ,      she   wants   to   apologize   ?   for   what   ,      she's   still   trying   to   work   through   ,      but   suddenly   fleeing   doesn't   really   seem   like   the   right   move   ,      and   so   she's   sliding   back   into   the   bed   next   to   him   ;      heartbeat   quickened   and   eyes   still   wide   as   she   attempts   to   play   off   the   fact   that   she's   staring.   (   she's   staring   ,      and   she   can’t   seem   to   make   herself   stop.   )

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*     vcritaservm     ◟         fred   weasley          .ᐟ

watching  alphie’s  dragon  jump  into  the  pile  of  mini  dragons  only  widens  the  smile  spread  across  fred’s  face,  which  quickly  turns  into  a  smirk  when  they  hear  alphie’s  words,  their  brow  quirking  up  as  they  regard  them.   “ oh,  so  you  only  plan  to  watch,  then?  would’ve  thought  you  might  want  to  join,  since  you’ve  never  been  one  to  pass  up  a  chance  to  get  a  little  wet, ”  they  tease  back  with  a  flirtatious  gleam  in  their  eyes,  returning  the  appreciative  once  over  before  giving  them  a  hum  of  recognition.  “ think  we  should  certainly  give  it  a  try,  see  how  well  these  little  buggers  can  swim.  and  if  not…  well,  we  can  find  someone  to  take  care  of  them  while  we  take  a  little  swim  of  our  own, ”  he  proposes,  his  smirk  deepening  as  they  glance  towards  the  lake  and  back  again.

there's   a   certain   sort   of   satisfaction   that   comes   with   having   fred's   attentions   to   themselves   ⸻   the   look   of   appreciation   nearly   causing   her   to   preen.   and   while   alphie   certainly   knows   they   look   good   ,      a   reminder   never   hurts   ,      especially   when   it   so   happens   that   fred   is   one   of   the   few   whose   opinions   truly   matter.         ❛         and   i'm   sure   this   has   nothing   to   do   with   how   much   you   enjoy   seeing   me   wet.         ❜         the   words   are   sticky   sweet   with   double   entendre   ,      but   accompanied   by   a   smile   that   conveys   just   how   little   they   mind   the   idea.         ❛         i'm   sure   a   short   lesson   couldn't   hurt   ⸻   wouldn't   want   to   tire   them   out   ,      would   we   ?   we'll   leave   the   more   ...   strenuous   activities   to   ourselves.         ❜         though   with   the   way   their   jacket   slides   off   ,      the   first   of   what's   to   become   a   pile   of   abandoned   clothes   and   belongings   ,      swimming   lessons   for   miniature   dragons   are   clearly   the   last   thing   on   their   mind.

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*     vcritaservm      ◟         cormac   mclaggen          .ᐟ

he  levels  his  best  friend  with  a  playful  glare  at  the  suggestion  that  he’d  ever  feed  one  of  the  little  model  dragons  to  his  pet,  scrunching  his  nose  as  he  scoffs.  “ as  if  you’d  ever  feed  hui  anything  but  the  absolute  top  of  the  line  cat  food.  i  think  you’d  end  up  with  a  riot  on  your  hands  if  you  even  tried, ”  he  muses  with  a  snort  and  a  shake  of  his  head  at  the  thought. his  amusement  only  increases  at  kai’s  words,  and  the  fact  that  his  animosity  seems  to  be  aimed  towards  the  model  dragon  rather  than  himself,  making  him  feel  almost  tickled  at  the  prospect  that  kaius  has  seemingly  made  an  enemy  out  of  his  new  little  dragon  pet.  “ aw,  come  on,  you  wouldn’t  join  in?  if  anyone  could  train  a  model  dragon  and  keep  it  in  line  enough  to  play  quidditch,  i’d  think  it  would  be  you. ”   he  raises  a  brow  as  the  corners  of  his  lips  tip  up  into  a  smirk,  taking  the  dragon  in  the  palm  of  his  hand  and  holding  it  between  them,  rubbing  the  pad  of  a  finger  at  the  top  of  its  head  between  the  dragon’s  pointed  horns,  as  if  he  were  petting  the  head  of  a  cat.

it's   almost   a   shame   that   cormac   knows   him   so   well   ,      the   effectiveness   of   his   empty   threats   having   died   down   ages   ago.   (   he'll   have   to   go   terrorize   a   few   first   years   after   this   ⸻   to   remind   himself   that   his   glares   are   still   intimidating   and   his   words   thoroughly   terrifying.   )   for   now   ,      he   accepts   the   truth   of   his   friend's   words   with   a   haughty   sniff   ;      no   arguments   to   be   made   on   the   fact   that   his   cat   does   deserve   only   the   best   of   the   best.         ❛         he's   an   absolute   top   of   the   line   cat   ,      what   he   eats   should   reflect   that.         ❜         a   proper   pet   ,      that's   what   hui   was   ,      and   his   distaste   for   the   majority   of   all   other   creatures   had   been   evident   in   the   way   he'd   ditched   his   own   dragon   at   the   first   possible   chance.   while   it   had   been   left   clinging   to   his   pant   leg   for   the   first   few   minutes   ,      he'd   shaken   it   off   easily   enough   before   disappearing   into   the   crowd.   now   if   only   he   could   get   cormac   to   do   the   same   with   his   own   little   beast.         ❛         as   long   as   you're   alright   with   the   things   disappearing   one   by   one   ,      yes   ⸻   i   could   definitely   help   you.         ❜         and   the   gleam   of   teeth   to   accent   the   sharpness   of   his   smile   says   all   that   it   needs   to   on   what   '   disappearing   '   would   entail.   he's   willing   to   start   as   presently   as   possible   ,      with   how   he   turns   his   look   onto   the   creature   in   cormac's   hands   ;      distaste   in   the   way   his   friend   deemed   it   worthy   to   spoil   as   if   it   were   hui   himself.

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*     vcritaservm      ◟         lisa   turpin          .ᐟ

the  sight  of  oli  at  the  party  is  a  welcomed  one,  as  she  typically  likes  hanging  around  the  younger  wix,  despite  his  very  obvious,  massive  crush  on  her.  it’s  cute,  she  thinks,  the  way  that  he  reacts  just  to  the  sight  of  her,  causing  her  lips  to  tip  up  slightly  as  he  takes  her  in,  a  sense  of  validation  filling  her  in  knowing  that  she’s  being  appreciated.  she  finds  the  youngest  potter  sibling  extremely  endearing,  if  she’s  totally  honest,  and  she  can  only  grin  as  he  empties  her  cup  and  holds  it  out  for  her,  leaving  her  to  begin  to  fill  it  with  her  own  homebrewed  concoction.   “  why,  are  you  hoping  to  get  lucky,  little  potter?  ”   she  quips  back  with  a  raise  of  her  brow,  loving  to  tease  him  and  see  the  way  he  gets  all  flustered  when  she  does.   “  i  can  brew  it,  but  no,  it’s  not.  it’s  just  a  little  mixed  drink  with  firewhisky.  it’s  quite  good,  if  i  do  say  so  myself,  ”  she  assures  him  with  a  smile,  giving  his  wrist  a  gentle  squeeze  with  her  free  hand  once  she’s  finished  filling  his  cup.   “  try  it  for  yourself. ”

the   slight   curve   of   her   lips   is   enough   to   send   a   zing   !   of   accomplishment   racing   through   his   chest   ;      a   flush   of   pink   cheeks   and   his   own   wider   ,      shyer   grin   to   follow   with   her   next   words.         ❛         m'pretty   sure   i   already   have.         ❜         and   whether   she   truly   understands   the   meaning   of   his   words   or   not   ,      it   doesn't   seem   to   matter   much   in   the   face   of   her   coaxing.   (   instructions   he's   only   all   too   eager   to   follow   by   sway   of   inviting   words   and   touch   ⸻   the   gentle   grasp   and   delicate   fingers   that   he   wants   to   take   on   like   a   brand.   )         ❛         oh   ,      um.   yeah   ,      yes.   definitely.         ❜         downing   what's   in   his   cup   in   one   go   doesn't   leave   much   room   for   tasting   what   exactly   he's   consuming   ,      but   the   burn   is   warm   and   ever   welcomed   in   light   of   stumbling   through   another   sentence   or   so.   if   he   was   so   lucky   ,      whatever   lisa'd   given   him   would   help   to   knock   his   needle   from   tipsy   to   straight   up   drunk   enough   to   function   ,      at   least   in   her   presence.   sputtering   and   spilling   past   his   lips   in   his   hurry   ,      it   still   feels   less   embarrassing   than   the   cough   of   shock   as   he   finally   registers   the   strength   of   whatever   she'd   concocted   ;      his   own   experiences   with   alcohol   so   far   and   few   in   counting.         ❛         it's   ⸻   it's   good   !   uh   ,      thanks.         ❜         and   her   touch   still   on   his   wrist   is   what   he   hopes   to   ground   him   ,      for   all   that   it   makes   his   head   spin   even   more.

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*     vcritaservm      ◟         anthony   goldstein          .ᐟ

the  sight  of  alphie’s  reassuring  grin  has  some  of  anthony’s  tension  draining  from  him,  relief  filling  him  when  he  finds  that  he  hadn’t  upset  them  and  that  they’re  response  is  lighthearted  rather  than  hostile. he  returns  their  grin  with  one  of  his  own,  huffing  a  laugh  as  he  shakes  his  head.  “  well,  it  was  my  pleasure  then,  ”   he  quips  in  response,  before  continuing,  gesturing  towards  the  empty  cup  on  the  ground  just  before  they  spell  it  away,   “  i  usually  just  bother  lisa  until  she  gives  up  some  of  her  liquid  luck.  don’t  know  what  she  puts  in  that  stuff,  but  she  honestly  could  sell  it. ”   he  can’t  help  but  laugh  silently  at  the  prospect  of  making  a  hit  list  of  people  to  run  over  with  his  chair,  but  the  possibility  causes  his  eyes  to  shine  with  mirth,  unable  to  truly  laugh  the  way  he  wants  to  because  of  the  pain.  “  how  long  is  the  list?  maybe  i  should  make  my  own  too,  see  how  many  people  i  can  exact  revenge  on,  ”   he  replies  with  a  smirk,  before  he’s  waving  her  off.   “  yeah,  m’alright.  not  like  i  was  attacked  by  werewolves  or  anything,  ”   he  jokes  with  a  teasing  smirk,  before  he’s  waving  off  their  concerns  with  a  more  genuine  smile.   “  no,  but  really,  i  honestly  am  alright.  just  happy  to  be  able  to  be  here  at  all,  ”  he  assures  them  with  a  shrug.   “  nah,  he’ll  find  me  eventually,  i’m  sure.  he’s  worried  after  me  enough  since  the  attacks,  he  deserves  to  have  some  fun  without  looking  after  his  invalid  best  friend.  though  i’m  sure  he’d  certainly  love  to  see  you. ”

the   mention   of   lisa   has   their   smile   turning   wry   ;      an   overly   fond   little   thing   that   alphie   isn't   sure   they   could   stop   if   they   tried.   not   that   they'd   want   to   ⸻   their   friendship   an   easy   admittance   even   in   the   face   of   all   of   lisa's   wild   child   tendencies.         ❛         please   don't   put   the   idea   in   her   head.   i   don't   think   it'd   be   fully   legal   if   she   tried.         ❜         alphie   wasn't   exactly   a   wealth   of   knowledge   in   any   sort   of   legal   field   ,      and   the   only   defence   they'd   be   able   to   come   up   with   for   their   friend   would   be   to   physically   fight   their   way   through   any   and   all   legal   pursuits.   (   and   they   were   plenty   familiar   with   the   infamous   liquid   luck   themselves.   there   would   be   cases.   )         ❛         oh   ,      you   know.   just   a   couple   names   or   twenty.   but   i'm   sure   we   could   find   some   overlap   after   comparing   lists.         ❜         a   conspirators   grin   ,      but   one   that's   quickly   overshadowed   by   a   visible   wince   to   their   features   ;      caught   between   the   uncertainty   of   whether   they   could   laugh   or   not   ⸻   of   whether   they   should.         ❛         well.   i'm   glad   you   could   make   it   ,      and   that   you're   alright.         ❜         a   moment   of   quiet   sincerity   ,      and   one   they   hope   is   enough   to   convey   the   stomach   knotting   feeling   of   relief   that   he   is   truly   alright   ,      that   he's   here   ,      and   that   the   wounds   aren't   any   worse   than   the   ones   visible   to   their   eyes.   (   ones   that   could   heal   ,      and   that   were   hopefully   in   the   process   of   doing   so   already.   )         ❛         hmmm.   you're   not   just   saying   that   to   avoid   his   fussing   ,      are   you   ?   but   fine   ,      fine.   stick   it   out   with   me   for   a   bit   then   ,      won't   you   ?   i'll   point   out   anyone   who's   made   it   onto   my   list   ,      and   you   can   get   a   head   start   on   crushing   toes   ,      deal   ?         ❜         and   if   he   takes   notice   of   their   avoidance   on   the   topic   of   zach   and   themselves   entirely   ,      well   ,      alphie   hopes   he   takes   it   with   grace   and   leaves   sleeping   dogs   to   lie.

[despelled]

*     amortentva      ◟         valerius   snape          .ᐟ

the sight of oli is a welcome one, though vale admittedly can’t stop his gaze from wandering about their surroundings to ensure none of his father’s pet students happen to be spying on him with his roommate in such close vicinity. “you’d be better at it if you had actually let me teach you when i tried, y'know,” he glances over with a knowing look, reaching over to poke one of the pieces against oli’s cheek before he goes to set it down on the board where it’s supposed to be. “but now the pieces hate you, and there’s nothing i can do about it. they don’t listen to you on purpose ‘cause they think you make a fool out of 'em.”

there's   a   familiar   burn   of   resentment   that   settles   in   his   stomach   ,      anger   and   jealousy   a   closely   guarded   secret   in   the   face   of   vale's   caution.   and   while   it's   not   directed   at   vale   himself   ⸻   never   vale   ,      it   still   requires   a   level   of   control   on   his   part   ;      the   sad   little   dip   of   his   lips   his   only   giveaway.         ❛         hey   !   that   is   highly   slanderous   to   my   character   ,      you   make   it   sound   like   i   didn't   give   it   my   all.         ❜         but   the   mock   seriousness   of   his   words   are   easily   disturbed   by   the   snapping   of   his   teeth   ,      an   attempt   to   bite   at   the   chess   piece   at   his   cheek   that's   already   been   pulled   away.         ❛         you   think   i   can't   take   a   few   chess   pieces   ,      mate   ?   we'll   see   who's   makin'   a   fool   outta   who   then   !         ❜

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       ⇢            GILDEREY    ‘   REYHAN   ’    LOCKHART        ✶        aslihan    malbora    ,        22    ,        ciswoman    ,        she    /    her    ,        halfblood    ,        fourth    year    ,        healing.    member    of    the    hufflepuff    quidditch    team      ,        aurelius    choir      ,         and     s.p.e.w.    can    be    described    as     reticent   ,        enduring    ,        timid    ,        and    impressionable.

*               &            ◞                     𝐢                        .                  𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒         .

　full　name　:　gilderey  ‘  reyhan  ’  lockhart 　nickname(s)　:　rey  ,  reya 　age　/　dob　:　twenty  two  /  june  25  ,   2000 　zodiac　:　cancer 　blood　status　:　halfblood

　gender　:　cis  woman 　pronouns　:　she  /  her 　sexuality　:　pansexual

　house　:　hufflepuff 　year　:　fourth 　specialization　:　healing 　extracurriculars　:　hufflepuff  quidditch  team  (  seeker  )  ,  aurelius  choir  ,  and  s.p.e.w. 　wand　:　willow  ,   white  river  monster  spine  ,   11¼"  ;  rather  flexible 　patronus　:　brown  bear

*               &            ◞                     𝐢𝐢                        .                  𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃         .

　birth　place　:　belfast  ,  northern  ireland 　home　region　/　school　:　north  ireland  /  o'eallaigh. 　social　class　:　upper  class 　father　:　gilderoy  lockhart 　mother　:　unknown 　sibling(s)　:　none 　pet(s)　:　a  barn  owl  named  flappybird.

*               &            ◞                     𝐢𝐢𝐢                        .                  𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋         .

　face　claims　:　aslihan  malbora 　eye　colour　:　honey  gold - brown. 　hair　colour　/　style　:　chest  length  curly  ,  brown  hair.  usually  worn  down  or  in  a  multitude  of  half  up - do’s  or  braided  out  of  her  face.  much  of  her  childhood  was  made  up  of  endless  stylists  straightening  her  hair  into  total  submission  ,  and  so  she  only  does  so  nowadays  on  the  very  rare  occasion.   　height　:　163cm      /      5′3″ 　build　:　has  a  classical  ballerina  build  ;  lithe  and  long  legged.  very  much  bird - boned  and  tender ,  there’s  times  where  she  appears  almost  too  soft  ,  as  if  on  the  verge  of  crumbling. 　clothing　style　:　sticks  to  neutral  colours  ,  with  an  emphasis  on  creams  ,  browns  ,  and  beiges.  tends  to  favour  the  comfortable  over  the  trendy  ,  with  plenty  of  oversized  knit  cardigans  and  layered  turtlenecks.  skirts  ,  wide -  legged  pants  ,  and  mom  jeans  fully  worn  in. 　tattoos　:　 none.    　piercings　:　double  lobe  piercings. 　scars　:　 a  rather  large  scar  over  her  right  knee ,  that’s  faded  with  time. 　notable　features　:　dimpled  cheeks  and  wildly  tousled  curls  ,  smiles  that  fall  from  her  face  the  instant  she’s  turned  away  ,  nervous  hands  that  tend  to  wring  and  clench  ,  caved  in  shoulders  and  smothered  laughter.

*               &            ◞                     𝐢𝐯                        .                  𝐓𝐋;𝐃𝐑         .

 　　—　 childhood   for   reyhan   is   a   wound   that   never   stops   bleeding.   stolen   from   her   mother   only   days   after   her   birth   ,      the   both   of   them   are   left   with   nothing   but   memories   ⸻   ones   that   slip   between   the   fingers   like   sand.   intangible   ,      untouchable.   time   and   tutelage   are   what   leave   reyhan   gasping   at   the   maw   of   motherhood   ,      but   it   is   her   father's   spells   that   have   her   mother   grasping   at   straws   ,      left   in   a   constant   state   of   niggling   discomfort.   (   you   are   forgetting   ,      you   are   forgetting   ⸻   YOU   HAVE   ALREADY   FORGOTTEN.   )

 　　—　 raised   by   a   nanny   and   a   handful   of   house   elves   ,      the   days   pass   slowly   with   neither   hide   nor   hair   of   her   father   ;      a   man   far   too   busy   chasing   fame   and   fortune   to   bother   with   a   daughter   he'd   never   even   wanted.   (   at   least   ,      if   reyhan   had   been   a   boy   ,      a   son   to   carry   on   the   lockhart   name   ...   )   but   her   father   is   forced   to   swallow   the   bitter   truth   of   her   failures   ,      and   reyhan   learns   to   live   with   disappoint   as   her   constant   companion   ,      one   that   weighs   heavy   on   both   mind   and   spirit.   

 　　—　 the   burden   of   being   her   father's   daughter   begins   to   bury   her   young.   finally   turning   old   enough   to   become   useful   in   his   eyes   ,      the   lockhart’s   grow   to   become   a   household   name   across   the   wizarding   world.   a   modern   day   hero   ,      and   still   the   perfect   father   ,      reyhan   becomes   a   simple   ,      yet   solid   prop   to   her   father's   eternal   desires.   commended   endlessly   ,      both   high   and   low.   he   drags   her   across   tabloids   ,      and   bares   every   inch   of   her   life   for   public   viewing.   raising   her   to   be   perfect   ,      the   standard   for   easy   consumption   ,      and   she   never   forgets   to   further   praise   her   father   above   all.   

 　　—　 she's   already   fifteen   by   the   time   she   learns   the   truth.   her   father   is   a   fraud   ,      and   she   is   entirely   complicit.   there   is   no   version   of   the   story   where   reyhan   can   claim   innocence   (   where   her   father   would   allow   for   it   )   and   besides   ⸻   what   would   she   do   ?   where   would   she   go   ?   turning   in   her   father   is   not   a   betrayal   she   can   stomach   ,      and   neither   one   she   would   be   brave   enough   to   ever   pursue.   instead   ,      she   remains   :      accessory   to   his   crimes   ,      another   fraud   born   to   fraud.   she   pushes   on   ,      living   in   constant   fear   of   discovery.   

 　　—　 her   entire   world   is   one   made   of   her   father's   intricacies   and   delights   ,      a   pretty   prison   of   his   own   making.   to   go   where   he   tells   her   ,      to   do   as   he   commands.   aurelius   becomes   both   desperation   and   sanctuary   ⸻   reyhan's   first   breath   of   fresh   air.   abandoned   by   a   father   who   knew   she   could   never   betray   him   ,      their   only   interactions   over   the   next   few   years   are   for   the   occasional   shoot   and   cover   spread.   he's   out   there   :      her   father   the   hero   ,      and   all   she   begs   for   is   her   own   quiet   ,      mundane   corner   of   the   world.   

 　　—　 it's   almost   achievable   too.   blending   in   and   keeping   her   head   down   ,      the   years   pass   just   enough   for   reyhan   to   believe   ⸻   to   even   hope   that   her   life   will   calm   past   the   tumultuous   seasons   of   her   father.   but   of   course   ,      how   would   he   ever   allow   for   her   her   freedom   ?   why   would   he   ever   be   so   kind.

 　　—　 the   summer   over   reyhan's   third   year   starts   off   explosive   with   the   reveal   of   her   father's   lies.   revelation   in   the   form   of   her   father's   wrongdoings   ,      dragged   ugly   and   unrelenting   into   the   light.   and   where   reyhan   would   never   dare   to   take   on   the   successes   of   her   father   ,      it   is   his   flaws   that   she   had   learned   to   take   on   too   well.   highly   publicized   and   sensationalized   before   the   masses   ,      the   lockhart   name   ,      which   was   once   built   up   so   high   and   mighty   ,      takes   on   a   steep   dive   off   the   deep   end.   falling   falling   falling   they   go.

*               &            ◞                     𝐯                        .                  𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂         .

 　　—　so   my   girl   has   truly   been   put   through.   the   absolute   shitter   with   gilderoy   as   a   father</3333   he   definitely   has   a   narcissistic   personality   disorder   to   the   extreme   ,      and   rey   was   on   the   receiving   end   of   that   bullshit   for   the   entirety   of   her   life.   which   has   led   to   ....   an   abundance   of   her   own   issues   ,      but   mainly   :      a   near   non   -   existent   self   -   esteem   ,      the   inability   to   trust   themselves   (   but   also   the   absolute   fear   of   trusting   others   ??   )   ,      a   constant   need   to   please   ,      and   the   tendency   to   over   -   attach   themselves   to   anyone   who's   willing   to   stick   around   </33   just   to   name   a   few   !   she's   definitely   an   enigma   ,      to   both   herself   and   others   but   she   is   trying   !!   very   hard   !!!   

　　—　 her   first   few   years   at   aurelius   were   probably   spent   keeping   herself   safely   distanced   ,      but   also   attempting   to   reach   out   and   actually   create   some   real   relationships   for   herself   !   unfortunately   ,      she   was   never   actually   taught   how   to   make   friends   ,      without   it   coming   with   all   sorts   of   conditions   and   underlying   schemes   ,      so   the   result   was   her   coming   off   as   entirely   too   standoffish   and   probably   being   known   as   the   shittest   friend   ever   (   rip   akjnfawefa   )

　　—　 only   ever   truly   comes   out   of   her   shell   with   a   select   few   people   ,      and   even   then   rey   feels   like   she   has   to   like.   bend   over   backwards   and   mould   themselves   into   the   easiest   and   most   preferred   version   of   herself   to   that   person   specifically.   (   a   chameleon   ,      some   say   ?   two   faced   ,      is   what   others   call   her.   but   it   always   comes   down   to   rey   not   really   knowing   who   she   is   when   she's   not   being   perceived   and   dictated   by   others   to   a   certain   extent   !   )   

　　—　 she   doesn't   particularly   love   her   specialization   ,      but   she's   never   brought   home   anything   less   than   perfect   marks   and   the   image   of   being   a   perfect   student.   and   it's   not   like   she   has   anything   better   to   do   than   what   her   father   instructed   ... ?   : (   most   of   her   club   activities   were   probably   also   joined   because   someone   dragged   her   along   to   one   of   the   meetings   and   told   her   to   sign   up   akefjnawef

　　—　 BUT   !!!   her   one   real   passion   was   discovered   first   year   when   she   joined   the   hufflepuff   quidditch   team   !   and   whereas   she   will   in   fact   die   of   embarrassment   if   anyone   even   acknowledges   her   talents   as   a   seeker   to   her   face   ,      she   truly   does   love   the   freedom   of   flying   ,      and   playing   a   game   where   she   feels   involved   and   important   as   a   team   member   <333   like   that   is   ....   her   only   passion   ,      and   she   will   perhaps   wither   away   if   you   try   to   take   it   from   her   </333

　　—　 but   her   life   atm   is   currently   ,      in   shambles   because   of   the   ongoing   case   against   her   father   not   only   being   a   fraud   ,      but   the   endless   damage   he's   caused   by   stealing   and   memory   -   wiping   the   successes   of   other   wizards.   she's   been   cleared   of   any   charges   herself   ,      at   the   defence   of   having   been   a   minor   for   the   majority   of   her   involvement   ,   and   having   been   raised   so   thoroughly   under   her   father's   thumb   her   entire   life.   but   the   case   is   in   fact   ,      as   public   as   it   is   abhorrent   ,      and   so   rey's   been   having   a   Terrible   ,      Horrible   ,      No   Good   ,      Very   Bad   Day   ,      since   the   news   broke   a   month   ago   </3

*               &            ◞                     𝐯𝐢                        .                  𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃         .

　　—　 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅(𝒔)   :    embarrassingly   tentative   ,      and   probably   not   numbering   that   high   ,      i'd   like   to   imagine   she's   been   able   to   befriend   at   least   a   couple   people   that   have   been   able   to   see   past   the   worst   of   her   !!   and   also   want   to   encourage   her   to   be   her   best   or   at   least   better   self   <333

　　—　𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔    :    so   this   could   be   for   all   manner   of   reasons   ,      whether   rey   was   just   a   shitty   friend   and   probably   threw   y/m   under   the   bus   to   safe   herself   previously   ,      or   just   everything   about   her   being   two   -   faced   has   rubbed   y/m   the   wrong   way.   another   interesting   possibility   could   be   y/m   having   a   connection   to   one   of   the   poor   mfs   that   rey's   dad   stole   the   accomplishment   of   before   memory   wiping   them   ....   who   knows   : ~ )

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*     vcritaservm      ◟         aria   ogden          .ᐟ

setting,  black  lake  party,  near  the  drinks  table.  open,  to  anyone  in  aurelius !   ♡

aria  scrunches  her  nose  as  she  inspects  her  dress,  trying  to  assess  whether  her  scourgify  charm  got  out  all  of  the  mysterious  pink  liquid  that  the  wooden  spoon  on  the  drinks  table  splashed  at  her  when  she  happened  to  ask  what  was  in  the  drink,  feeling  disgruntled  at  how  the  party  has  been  going  thus  far  even  though  it’s  still  so  early  in  the  evening.  she  absolutely  adores  her  little  dragon  friend,  but  it  nearly  managed  to  escape  her  to  hunt  a  frog  near  the  lake,  and  then  singed  some  of  the  pieces  of  her  fringe  hanging  from  her  dress,  just  before  she  got  sprayed  with  the  liquid.  all  in  all,  not  her  best  night,  but  she  supposes  it  could  be  worse.  noticing  someone  nearby,  she  sighs  as  she  gestures  to  her  dress.   “  you  reckon  i  got  all  of  the  drink  off  of  my  dress?  the  stupid  spoon  spilled  it  on  me,  ”   she  asks  with  a  pout,  singling  out  the  area  for  them  with  her  hands  for  good  measure.

even   smelling   slightly   singed   ,      and   covered   in   whatever   it   was   that   made   a   drink   so   nauseatingly   pink   ,      she   still   looked   better   than   the   majority   of   the   partygoers   in   attendance.   it   was   arguably   a   biased   opinion   ,      considering   he'd   seen   the   rest   of   her   beneath   the   dress   ,      but   he   also   had   eyes   ,      did   he   not   ?         ❛         i   wouldn't   consider   it   salvageable   ,      no.   we   might   need   to   cut   our   losses   here   ,      darling.         ❜         slipping   close   enough   to   drag   a   hand   over   the   barely   visible   remains   of   a   stain   ,      the   other   gently   brushed   at   the   lowest   point   of   her   neckline   ,      and   further   onto   the   skin   just   above.         ❛         maybe   even   rid   you   of   the   whole   thing   entirely.         ❜         there's   a   pause   for   a   pensive   thought   ,      as   well   as   another   blatant   once   over.         ❛         though   it   would   be   a   shame   ,      considering   how   gorgeous   you   look   in   it   ⸻   then   again   ,      out   of   it   ,      just   the   same.         ❜

[despelled]

*     vcritaservm      ◟         fred   weasley          .ᐟ

setting,  black  lake  party,  near  the  lake.  open,  to  anyone  in  aurelius !   ♡

a  grin  spreads  across  fred’s  face  as  they  play  with  their  new  little  dragon  friends,  having  already  placed  bets  with  a  few  people  about  random  things  and  commandeered  a  couple  extra,  the  three  dragons  nudging  each  other  and  tussling  playfully,  with  fred  egging  them  on.   “  i  won’t  lie,  i  really  want  to  go  for  a  dip  in  the  lake,  but  i  don’t  want  to  leave  my  little  friends  here,  ”   he  laments  to  the  nearest  person,  his  gaze  shifting  towards  them  before  it’s  moving  to  glance  at  the  few  people  already  wading  in  the  shallow  waters.   “  what’re  the  chances  the  little  fellas  know  how  to  swim,  d’you  reckon?  ”   he  glances  over  at  them  again  with  a  lopsided  grin,  raising  an  inquisitive  eyebrow.

encouraging   their   own   dragon   to   jump   into   the   pile   was   easy   enough   to   do   ,      a   free   perch   on   alphina's   shoulder   hardly   any   competition   compared   to   rolling   around   with   its   own   kind.   it'd   almost   be   a   little   sad   to   see   how   easily   they'd   been   abandoned   ,      if   it   weren’t   for   the   smile   it   brought   forth   to   straighten   back   up   before   the   other.         ❛         think   i   might   want   to   watch   you   go   for   that   dip   just   as   much.         ❜         spoken   in   a   familiar   ,      teasing   tone   ,      one   that   fred   was   all   but   a   master   at   drawing   out   of   them.   whether   it   was   between   the   sheets   or   out   of   them   ,      it   couldn’t   be   helped    ⸻     what   with   the   appreciative   once   over   they   truly   deserved   tonight.         ❛         should   we   give   it   a   try   ?   or   i'm   sure   there's   a   relative   between   us   that   we   could   foist   'em   off   to   for   the   bit.         ❜

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*     vcritaservm      ◟         cormac   mclaggen          .ᐟ

setting,  black  lake  party,  near  the  lake.  open,  to  anyone  in  aurelius !   ♡

cormac’s  already  a  few  drinks  in  and  feeling  pleasantly  tipsy,  sitting  near  the  edge  of  the  lake  and  twirling  his  wand  between  two  fingers  as  he  stares  out  towards  the  water,  feeling  the  warmth  on  his  face  from  the  flames  bursting  from  the  mouth  of  the  little  dragon  perched  on  his  shoulder.  he’s  already  had  some  interesting  conversations,  bragged  about  himself  and  his  summer  vacation  to  more  than  a  few  people,  as  well  as  performed  some  party  tricks  he’s  been  practicing,  with  much  success.  he’s  in  a  lull  between  party  companions,  taking  the  moment  of  reprieve  to  appreciate  the  feeling  of  being  back  on  campus,  especially  with  all  of  the  excitement  so  soon  in  the  school  year.  “  d'you  think  we  could  teach  them  tricks?  ”   he  blurts  to  the  person  nearest  to  him,  leaning  towards  them  and  pursing  his  lips  in  thought.  “  wait,  do  you  think  we  could  teach  them  to  play  quidditch?  we  could  have  a  mini  dragon  quidditch  team,  ”   he  smirks  to  himself,  feeling  quite  proud  of  the  drunken  idea,  patting  the  little  dragon  on  the  head  and  snickering  when  it  tries  to  take  a  playful  nip  at  his  finger.

he'd   rather   throw   himself   head   first   into   the   lake   beside   them   than   to   admit   it   ,      but   he's   almost   ...   fond   as   he   listens   to   cormac   blather   on   about   the   little   dragons   and   whatnot.   then   again   ,      as   he   listens   to   the   next   bright   idea   presented   before   him   ,      he’s   pretty   sure   he’s   just   drunk.         ❛         do   you   think   cats   would   eat   dragon   meat   ?   i   think   hui   might   enjoy   a   snack   for   all   his   troubles.         ❜         copying   the   same   line   of   questioning   as   his   friend   ,      his   own   tone   was   hardly   as   enthused   ;      mockingly   curious   more   than   anything   ,      as   if   he'd   ever   truly   consider   feeding   his   pet   something   so   vulgar.         ❛         must   you   ?   as   if   i'm   not   already   forced   to   hear   people   whine   about   their   own   houses.   if   you   start   people   up   on   competitions   between   dragon   teams   ,      i'll   harvest   yours   for   ingredients   ,      you   cretin.         ❜         but   his   sharpened   expression   is   aimed   at   the   dragon   on   cormac's   shoulder   ,      and   not   cormac   himself   ;      his   eyes   narrowing   as   he   watched   the   little   thing   attempt   to   take   a   bite   out   of   its   owner's   hand.   harvesting   it   for   parts   seemed   to   be   the   more   likely   occurrence   as   the   seconds   ticked   by.

[despelled]

*     vcritaservm      ◟         lisa   turpin          .ᐟ

setting,  black  lake  party,  near  the  bonfire.  open,  to  anyone  in  aurelius !   ♡

lisa  is  buzzing.  not  only  because  of  the  mixed  drink  she  has  in  her  hand  -—  a  concoction  she  lovingly  calls  ‘liquid  luck’  that  involves  firewhisky,  cherries,  ginger  ale,  apple  cider,  and  a  dash  of  maple  syrup  for  sweetness.  she’s  nursing  her  second  drink  of  the  night  as  the  party  around  her  raves,  and  the  fire  inside  of  her  burns  even  brighter  than  the  one  crackling  in  front  of  her,  the  heat  of  it  warming  her  from  the  outside  as  the  alcohol  rushing  through  her  veins  does  the  job  from  within.  she  can  feel  the  energy  thrumming  in  the  air  around  her  as  her  fellow  students  gossip  and  chatter  about  the  most  recent  news  -—  the  entire  student  body  still  going  on  about  the  attacks  and  what  could’ve  caused  them.  she  notices  a  figure  not  far  away  from  her  near  the  fire,  and  she’s  buzzed  enough  to  push  forward  and  start  a  conversation,  feeling  the  need  to  socialize  ( and  gauge  others’  opinions  on  the  newest  hot  topic,  of  course. )   “  would  you  like  some  'liquid  luck’?  it’s  my  own  recipe,  i’ve  got  a  ton  of  it  just  here,  ”   she  gestures  to  a  small  heart  shaped  vial  she  pulls  from  the  chain  hanging  from  her  neck,  charmed  to  hold  far,  far  more  than  it  looks.

from   the   moment   she   catches   his   attention   ,      he   becomes   intimately   acquainted   with   the   belief   that   there   are   '   two   wolves   warring   inside   of   him   '.   (   one   is   loudly   argumentative   ,      and   adamant   in   its   belief   that   he's   the   luckiest   motherfucker   alive   ,      while   the   other   simply   begs   for   the   ground   to   open   up   and   swallow   him   alive.   )   truthfully   ,      he's   just   on   his   way   to   a   level   of   drunk   he   hasn't   reached   in   ages   ,      and   lisa   simply   looks   that   much   more   stunning   than   she   usually   does.   which   ,      considering   how   pretty   she   usually   looks   ,      seems   a   little   unfair   to   hit   him   with   all   at   once.         ❛         oh   ,      wow.         ❜         the   silence   to   follow   is   a   little   too   long   ,      and   not   even   close   to   a   proper   reply   to   her   question   ,      and   so   he   does   the   only   reasonable   thing   he   can   ,      and   chugs   the   rest   of   his   drink   ,      so   that   he   can   present   her   with   the   freshly   emptied   cup.         ❛         s’not   ...   actually   a   brew   of   felix   felicis   s’it   ?         ❜         the   potion   name   comes   out   a   little   tongue   tied   and   twisted   ,      but   as   risky   as   it   might   be   to   accept   it   if   it   were   ,      he's   yet   to   pull   his   cup   away   out   of   blind   trust.         ❛         not   that   i   think   you   couldn't   brew   it   !   m'sure   it'd   be   perfect   ,      since   you'd   be   the   one   makin'   it   ,      y'know   ?         ❜

[despelled]

*     vcritaservm      ◟         anthony   goldstein          .ᐟ

setting,  black  lake  party,  near  the  bonfire.  open,  to  anyone  in  aurelius !  ♡

anthony’s  eyes  scan  the  faces  around  him  as  he  looks  around  the  party,  trying  to  find  someone  to  either  converse  with,  or  flirt  with  -—  whichever  situation  happened  to  present  itself  first.  he’d  lost  track  of  time  during  a  rather  competitive  game  of  exploding  snap,  and  somehow  during  the  game  all  of  his  companions  had  seemed  to  find  themselves  otherwise  occupied,  and  while  he’s  sure  they’d  warned  him  of  where  they’d  gone  when  they  left,  anthony  had  been  far  too  engrossed  in  the  game  to  take  any  note  of  it.  trying  to  wrack  his  alcohol-muddled  brain  leads  to  no  helpful  hints,  and  he  takes  a  sip  from  the  half  full  glass  in  his  hand  as  he  scopes  out  his  surroundings.  he  frowns  as  he  looks  down  at  his  makeshift  magical  wheelchair,  thankful  that  the  pain  potions  he’s  been  taking  have  helped  with  the  pain  still  lingering  from  the  attacks,  but  he’s  irritated  that  he’s  stuck  with  limited  mobility  for  the  time  being.  he’s  attempting  to  turn  his  chair  around  when  he  accidentally  bumps  it  into  someone,  his  eyes  widening  when  he  whips  his  head  over  to  look  at  them,  earning  a  hiss  of  pain  from  the  suddenness  of  it.   “  shit,  i’m  so  sorry,  i’m  still  getting  used  to  this  thing.  thank  merlin  it’s  only  temporary,  eh?  ”   he  jokes  through  the  pain,  radiating  throughout  his  neck  and  side  from  the  movement,  before  taking  a  deep  breath.  “  are  you  alright?  ”

the   sudden   push   is   enough   to   send   the   remains   of   their   cup   sloshing   over   and   right   out   of   their   hands   ,      but   it's   easy   enough   to   blame   the   alcohol   already   in   their   system   when   they   catch   sight   of   the   cause.         ❛         actually   ,      i   think   you   might've   saved   me   from   having   to   finish   whatever   mopwater   i   was   drinking.         ❜         recovering   with   a   tidy   spin   to   properly   face   him   ,      they   countered   with   a   reassuring   grin   before   making   quick   spellwork   of   the   abandoned   cup.         ❛         but   look'at   you   with   a   hot   new   set   of   wheels   !   ...   think   i   could   make   you   a   list   of   people   who's   feet   you   actually   should   run   over   ?         ❜         and   while   it's   easier   to   chase   away   the   awkwardness   of   actually   asking   how   he's   doing   (   considering   their   ...   shared   hufflepuff   shaped   connection   )   with   friendly   banter   ,      there's   a   very   real   concern   over   his   obvious   discomfort   that   follows.         ❛         you're   alright   ,      though   ?         ❜         alphina   was   certainly   no   healer   themselves   ,      but   their   father   was   a   great   one   ,      and   they   had   enough   common   sense   to   be   questioning   his   appearance   at   what   was   bound   to   be   a   rather   rowdy   event.   and   mixing   alcohol   with   whatever   pain   potions   he   was   without   a   doubt   taking   ?         ❛         ...   should   i   go   fetch   zach   for   you   ?         ❜         there   was   nothing   less   exciting   than   the   idea   of   seeking   zach   out   at   a   party   ,      but   considering   anthony's   own   sufferings   ,      they   weren't   exactly   in   a   position   to   complain.