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Vincent smirks at the look on Colin's face, the way he is so taken aback as Vince invades the other man's space. He smirks, satisfied with the way Vince can still get a reaction out of Colin, but there's a hollowness that settles in the pit of his stomach, an emotion something akin to guilt, and wonders if Colin feels it too.

Crossing his arms over his chest, he grins and nods, "Yeah, you do," Vincent finds himself admitting a little too dreamily, though perhaps it comes off as cocky--the image of the two of them in an intimate setting, sharing a cigarette and passing it back and forth plays in the back of his mind. Vincent's lower tummy stirs.

"True," he replies, although he had no idea what muggle brands were like, watching as Colin takes the cigarette back and places it in between his lips, thinking about how Vincent's lips touched it just seconds ago. Vincent licks his lips at the thought. "You should try my blend. Roll them myself. Always tastes better when there's a personal touch if y'know what I mean."

Vincent’s voice startles Colin Creevey in the daze that he is in and it visibly shows in the way his head snaps up. For a split second, the Gryffindor looks like a deer in headlights. The look quickly dissipates once he registers who it is, shifting into what seemed to be a small but rather relaxed smile to any outsider. Maybe Vince buys it, maybe he doesn’t.

“After realizing I look good doing it,” Colin says solemnly as his hands removes themselves from the camera to let it hang around his neck.

After a moment, Colin adds, “And after realizing there were wizarding brands that exist that don’t taste as shit as Marlboros,” though his voice falls a little flat at the end. Colin could hear Vince’s words in his own voice, reprimanding the Slytherin repeatedly once upon a time. Though Colin never quite hated it when Vince did take his constant smoke breaks. Colin's bright blue eyes flicker over Vince’s familiar face briefly before reaching over to steal the cigarette back from the older boy and taking a drag. Colin’s gaze falls forward a moment after.

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LOCATION: swiveling staircase STATUS: closed for ripley @moonscts

Mandy sighed in exasperation, the swiveling staircase deciding to move the second they stepped on the staircase. They brace themself on the railing as it moves and offer their companion, also stuck on the staircase now, a sheepish smile. "This never gets old, huh?" she chuckles. "Where are you headed? I was trying to get to Defense Against the Dark Arts."

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LOCATION: the three broomsticks STATUS: closed for greg @wartorns

Sipping lazily on a butterbeer, Vincent sits at the bar and people watch, gaze following persons as they slip in and out of the tavern. Aurelius grounds were starting to get back to their busy self as the students flew in for yet another school year. A familiar face strides into the pub then and Vincent smirks, leaning his elbow on the back of his chair. as he addresses his best friend, "What’s a slut like you doing in a classy joint like this?" The Three Broomsticks was hardly a classy joint, but vulgar was what Vincent did best.

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sing-omuse​:

LOCATION: AURELIUS GROUND FLOOR HALLWAY CLOSED FOR: @dragoncorde

The moment that Colin had stepped foot onto the familiar cool pavement of the Aurelius grounds, something felt strange. There was nothing particularly strange when he entered the school. Nothing seemed out of place. It felt like a dream, one of those dreams where it was simply so mundane and day-to-day, that it must be real. Though, in those very dreams, something would felt off. Not right.

It was when Colin had stepped into the Great Hall with Dennis Creevey and a few other friends, where the large crowds of tense students and the staff were, that it made sense. That there was no question that there, in fact, was something wrong. Unfortunately, this was no dream. With Albus Dumbledore dead, Severus Snape took his place and Colin felt a very uncomfortable twist in his stomach. A gut feeling that signified that there was going to be much to come this school year and it was not going to be sunshines and rainbows.

Or hey. Maybe, it was just Colin’s anxiety. Today was the start of the term festival and Colin had just escaped from the Viaduct courtyard. Too many students were there and he had done his due diligence for the Aurelius Tribune and snapped a few shots and collected a few story ideas with direct student input. It was the least Colin could do, knowing he would inform Draco in the next week, that he wasn’t going to be continuing with the Aurelius Tribune. He’d disappointed the older boy more than enough last Spring, with his declining efforts in his written work, and he didn’t want that to continue. With the hallways empty, Colin pulled out a silver cigarette case from his pockets. This was a gift, from one of his older romances from early in March, with a fortune that would have allowed Colin and his loved ones to live lavishly the rest of their merry life. It was quick, one-sided for the most part, and Colin was not the one hurt in that relationship. Rather, he was prized with that stunning cigarette case that cost more than every material item in his childhood home combined. It was adorned with a custom engravement of his initials and a beautiful hummingbird, and it was accompanied with a plethora of cigarettes that tasted like delicious sweet whiskey. He had only started smoking after receiving this present and hadn’t stopped since. Though, he had a preference to keep this new habit quiet. Colin pressed the cigarette between his lips as he strode down the hallways, lighting it with the tip of his wand. He was heading in the opposite direction of the Viaduct courtyard, towards the Aurelius Greenhouse. His fingers were clicking through the photos he had taken on his camera and while he had been historically very prideful of his work, at least in the years before the last, his thoughts were quite hypercritical this time around. Though to anyone else, they would look like pretty damn good photos. Colin exhaled the smoke but his eyes remained focused on the screen, his brows furrowed slightly. He was hardly paying mind to his surroundings. Despite that, he managed not to trip over anything or bump into any hard surfaces. Although, he didn’t notice a certain old lover appearing in the very same hallways in his distracted state.

Stepping back onto Aurelius grounds felt like something out of a fever dream. Sweat-slicked and clothes clinging to Vincent's sunburnt skin, he and other schoolmates filed into the castle, the last remnants of summer upon them as they began yet another school year.

With Dumbledore gone, tension was thick in the air, surrounded by uncertainty about what would happen next now that Severus Snape was headmaster. And what a wild thought that was, Vincent thinks--Snape was headmaster, Gaunt was Minster for Magic, and werewolves were at the center of every story printed in the papers as of late. It was like waiting for a bomb to go off and Vincent was quite sure he would somehow end up in the middle of the crossfire when it finally did.

The summer holiday spent in Romania for his dragonology apprenticeship has left Vincent wondering if he should have returned to Aurelius at all. Time amongst the dragons was grueling work, given the injuries on his hands, but it was rewarding all the same. If it wasn't for the apprenticeship and a pit stop in Australia, the bearded dragon tucked away inside Vincent's cloak, burrowing into the crook of his neck, wouldn't be with him now. Vincent found himself yearning to be back there, but studies, apparently, came first.

The start of term speech ends, students and staff alike departing and scattering among the castle as they see fit. Vincent trails off into the Viaduct Courtyard, hand hovering close to his right shoulder to keep Luther close. He scans the crowd with a bored gaze, popping the gum in his mouth with a plan to head down to the lake, but a familiar sight catches his eye.

Colin Creevey.

Vincent watches him for a quiet moment, gaze lingering as the other man strode across the courtyard, camera in hand, pointer finger clicking away. Guilt pools at the base of Vince's stomach and sits there like a weight the longer he stares at Colin.

The one that got away, Vincent laments with a sigh. Their--what should he call it? Their relationship didn't last long. Vincent spent most of his younger years teasing and bullying, Colin being just another target until the teasing turned into flirting and the bullying turned into kissing. After one too many nights, the realization that it could have turned into something more, something softer, it scared the hell out of the both of them.

So why did Vincent find himself approaching him? "I've never seen you smoke before," He pries the cigarette from Colin's unsuspecting lips, putting it between his own as he takes a drag. "Smoking isn't good for you, y'know," Vincent tuts, blowing the sweet smoke into Colin's, and the camera's, face. "It's a bad habit," he rolls the cigarette between his two fingers, recalling the same words that were spoken to him again and again, chastising him for his chosen vice. Vincent pops the cigarette back into his own mouth and it dangles from his lips when he asks, "When'd you pick up smoking?"

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task four: time waits for no one

HOW have the new ministry happenings and the attacks during the time jump affected your character? 

VC: Vincent has waited with bated breath for something to happen, like a pin waiting to drop. The happenings and attacks came as no surprise to them, though the danger pricks at his skin. As if all of Vince's defenses haven't been up this whole time anyway.

MB: Ever since the body was found at the bottom of the lake, Mandy has been on edge. The Wix world appears to be getting more dangerous with each passing moment. Mandy hopes this school year they will learn ways to defend themselves.

DID any of the disappearances or attacks involve someone your character knew? 

VC: Pansy Parkinson and Vincent go way back. They run in the same circles and mostly have the same friends. Learning about Pansy's attack was a shock to Vincent's system. Knowing how headstrong Pansy is, Vincent fears that future attacks could happen to anyone.

MB: No. Mandy only knew them in passing and barely spoke to them in school. However, Mandy does feel for them and sends their regards.

HOW did your muse react to the news that their classmates ( aster, cormac, flora, hestia, mori, and pansy ) were attacked? were they concerned to learn of aster’s coma? did they go to visit aster or cormac in st. mungos during the months they were there?

VC: Vincent wasn't close with Flora and Hestia, though they often ran in the same circles. Their passing though came as a surprise to him. They did briefly visit Aster and Cormac in St. Mungos once while visiting Pansy.

MB: Mandy was shocked to hear the news and wore their concern on their sleeve despite not being close to any of them. While she didn't visit them in the hospital, she did send out flower arrangements.

DID your muse have any connection to the carrow sisters? what was their reaction to flora and hestia’s tragic passing?

VC: Vincent wasn't very close with the Carrow sisters, but they did have similar circles of friends. Their deaths came as a shock to him, though Vincent appears to be unfazed by it.

MB: While Mandy had no connection to the Carrow sisters, they were shocked and distraught by their passing.

WHAT are some notable things that your character did over the time jump? any big events? did they have a birthday?

VC: Vincent spent most of the winter holiday backpacking through Britain to avoid going home for the holidays despite the warnings of his friends. He stayed with multiple friends, hopping from place to place to avoid sleeping on the streets. Their birthday came and went in July where Vincent had spent the summer in Romania. While spending a visit in Australia, Vincent adopted a bearded dragon, smitten with the lizard's name, and named them Luther after spending the summer listening to the muggle artist, Luther Vandross.

MB: Mandy spent the winter holiday at Aurelius in the quiet of their dormitory or the library. They celebrated their birthday in March, the day after the announcement of Dumbledore's death. They spent the day overthinking over mugs of tea in Hogsmeade, trying to read books but finding themself too distracted, mind wandering, and having to re-read the same passages over and over again. The summer holiday was regretfully and painfully spent with her mother, swallowing words they wished they had the courage to say.

WHAT did your muse do over the summer? 

VC: Vincent spent the summer in Romania as part of an apprenticeship for his Dragonology major. Desperate to have something to do over the summer besides returning home to the Crabbe family cottage, the cruelty of his father and siblings, and the indifference of his mother, the opportunity to study in Romania appeared to him right before the end of term. It was grueling work, and he acquired superficial injuries and burns from handling the young dragons, as well as a deep tan from the sunburn to his skin, but to Vincent, it was all worth it.

MB: Mandy visited her mother in Glasglow in an attempt to avoid returning home to their father and the childhood home in Edinburgh where Mandy's older sister Sam had died years ago in a fire. Much to their disappointment though, their visit to their mothers wasn't what Mandy had expected. She came with the expectation that she would reconcile with her mother and move past the resentment that Mandy still harbors over the fact that her mother had abandoned her children for another man. Despite Mandy's mother's warmth and excitement that her daughter would be spending the summer with her, Mandy still holds onto guilt and their grudge.

WHAT’S your character’s stance on werewolves now, after all of the happenings and attacks over the past year?

VC: Given that Vincent's best friend is a werewolf, it doesn't faze him. He's skeptical, sure, but since he is already close with a werewolf, he is more concerned about the stigma that they will face after the news of these attacks.

MB: Mandy is shook. They aren't sure what this means for the werewolf community, but they are most definitely wary of being in harm's way.

WHAT was your character’s reaction to the news that dumbledore was missing? what about when it was revealed that he died?

VC: Dumbledore was old--everyone knew that. Maybe the werewolf attacks are unrelated, who really knows? Vincent is aware that a powerful wizard has fallen, but death eventually catches up with everyone. He is curious to see what will happen to the school now that Dumbledore is gone.

MB: They wonder what this means for Aurelius, how it will affect the school, and who will take his place.

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DYLAN O'BRIEN The Other Two 3.03

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Florence Pugh via Instagram on November 10, 2022

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Mandy miraculously had some time in between classes, a rare occurrence when they always managed to find something to do during their free time. They decided to kill time in the Great Hall, an espresso and sweet treat before them as they revise their notes, tapping the quill in hand against their chin. They almost didn’t pick their head up at the person speaking, not realizing they were speaking to her. Brows high on Mandy’s forehead in question, her eyes find the said quill in hand--the one she found, not on the table, but underneath the seat on the floor, the one she picked up, the one she was using now.

“Oh,” Embarrassment floods through her, cheeks flushing a bright red. “Was it this one?” she asks sheepishly, an apologetic smile on her lips as she extends the quill toward Hannah. Too bad for being on a roll while writing. “Is it charmed? I felt like all my ideas were just pouring out of me writing with that,” They nod toward the quill, now back in Hannah’s hands.

LOCATION: the great hall

CLOSED STARTER FOR: amanda brocklehurst ( @vcrabbe )

" where is it? " hannah stepped into the almost empty great hall of aurelius, looking around to see what she could see. the tables looked pretty clear for the most part, maybe with the exception of a few people who were sitting at them. she went searching for her lost object. technically, it wasn't hers — it was hermione's. she borrowed a quill from the other (without telling them) and, like a buffoon, she got up and left it right on the table. well, at least she thought she did, because she passed that exact spot, she realized that the table was completely empty. she didn't mean to leave it there, but she had to use the restroom and when she packed her things to go, she picked it up, then put it back down, accidentally leaving it. " oh, for merlin's sake... " it does, unfortunately, look like the quill has been lost. fortunately for her, there was one way to get it back: magic. as she walked towards the nearest person, she reached for her wand, just in case she needed to use a certain spell to summon it. " excuse me, when you came in here, did you happen to see a quill on this table? " she pointed over to the table with her free hand, her wand being held tightly by her other one. one last chance to find it without using magic.

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mischicfmxnxged​:

who; open where; the library

Rolling her eyes, Freya dropped the newspaper onto the library table in front of her and shook her head. “Another dreadful lineup of Minister candidates, of course. At least according to what I’ve read so far about them all in the newspapers.” It was also so typical that not a single one of the candidates was a witch. It was about time to have a woman in charge — maybe then things wouldn’t be such a mess in the Ministry. “Maybe I should have told Mum to try and run,” she said sardonically, laughing at the very idea.

Mandy lifts their gaze from the book they’re reading--the stargazers handbook balancing on one knee and her notebook on the other--and eyes the article Freya had been reading moments before as they throw the newspaper onto the table. Mandy chuckles, “Well, what did you expect?” There wasn’t a Minister they did like. Sam did always tell her they were all corrupt anyway. "I think your mum would do a hell of a job compared to those clowns,” she nods her head in the direction of the paper.

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amortentva​:

open, for anyone. location, near the whomping willow.

“come to witness mine and lestrange’s duel?” willow wonders aloud at the sound of nearing footsteps, not much worry that it’s some professor or auror on patrol, since they’re absolutely certain they’ll be able to play it off as some sort of jest. there’s no staff presence in the aurelius group chat, so there’s not much of a chance that they’ll be aware of the duel to take place out of lottie’s decision to pick a fight with them. “you won’t be here long, if so. i have a feeling there’s not much more to her brain than the billywigs flying around in there.”

“Y’all gotta chill,” is Vincent’s reply, shaking a Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans box into his open palm. The Aurelius group chat normally moves at an incredible pace, but during Vincent’s daily doom scroll, he came upon the threat of a duel between his two friends. Despite not wanting to choose sides, he did want to get a front row of the action. “I’m not here to talk you out of it. I just know I’m gonna be needed to lug either one of you back to the common room.”

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wxtchisms​:

LOCATION: the great hall

CLOSED STARTER FOR: amanda brocklehurst ( @vcrabbe )

“ where is it? ” hannah stepped into the almost empty great hall of aurelius, looking around to see what she could see. the tables looked pretty clear for the most part, maybe with the exception of a few people who were sitting at them. she went searching for her lost object. technically, it wasn’t hers — it was hermione’s. she borrowed a quill from the other (without telling them) and, like a buffoon, she got up and left it right on the table. well, at least she thought she did, because she passed that exact spot, she realized that the table was completely empty. she didn’t mean to leave it there, but she had to use the restroom and when she packed her things to go, she picked it up, then put it back down, accidentally leaving it. “ oh, for merlin’s sake… ” it does, unfortunately, look like the quill has been lost. fortunately for her, there was one way to get it back: magic. as she walked towards the nearest person, she reached for her wand, just in case she needed to use a certain spell to summon it. “ excuse me, when you came in here, did you happen to see a quill on this table? ” she pointed over to the table with her free hand, her wand being held tightly by her other one. one last chance to find it without using magic.

Mandy miraculously had some time in between classes, a rare occurrence when they always managed to find something to do during their free time. They decided to kill time in the Great Hall, an espresso and sweet treat before them as they revise their notes, tapping the quill in hand against their chin. They almost didn’t pick their head up at the person speaking, not realizing they were speaking to her. Brows high on Mandy’s forehead in question, her eyes find the said quill in hand--the one she found, not on the table, but underneath the seat on the floor, the one she picked up, the one she was using now.

“Oh,” Embarrassment floods through her, cheeks flushing a bright red. “Was it this one?” she asks sheepishly, an apologetic smile on her lips as she extends the quill toward Hannah. Too bad for being on a roll while writing. “Is it charmed? I felt like all my ideas were just pouring out of me writing with that,” They nod toward the quill, now back in Hannah’s hands.

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vcritaservm​:

setting,  winter  lights  festival,  mini  menagerie.   open,  for  anyone  in  aurelius !  ♡  

“ i  would  be  careful,  if  i  were  you, ”  aria  warns  when  she  notices  someone  making  their  way  up  to  the  baby  hippogriff  in  the  mini  menagerie,  having  already  seen  the  sweet  little  thing  get  feisty  with  someone  else  who’d  decided  to  get  a  little  too  close  too  quickly. aria  herself  is  sitting  off  to  the  side  a  few  feet  away  with  a  kneazle  curled  up  in  her  lap,  its  tail  flicking  slowly  from  side  to  side  as  she  scratches  gently  down  its  back,  a  soft  purr  emanating  from  the  creature  even  as  its  eyes  track  its  surroundings  with  a  piercing  stare.  “ might  lose  an  appendage  if  you  move  too  quickly. ”

“I have experience,” Is Vincent’s clipped response, though it’s not entirely true. He’s seen hippogriffs in passing, read how they were supposed to be approached, the animal having trust issues--or whatever the fuck--something Vincent could relate to. He bows, avoiding eye contact with the hippogriff before straightening, holding a hand out, remembering the etiquette from his third year in Thiudreiks and the Care of Magical Creatures class. “They’re beautiful,” this time, his tone is much softer, more like he’s speaking to himself rather than to Aria. The hippogriff snorts at Vince’s hand and lays back down, to which Vincent steps away and tucks his hands into his trouser pockets. “I swear, these creatures are better than people,” he eyes Aria and kneazle in her lap, “Don’tcha agree?”

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»  INTRODUCING... mandy brocklehurst. 

BASICS

full name: amanda “mandy” mabel brocklehurst

gender identity & pronouns: demigirl & they/she

age & d.o.b: twenty-four & march 13th

place of birth: scotland  +  gutraidh

sexual orientation: lesbian

traits: naïve, sentimental, adventurous, and withdrawn

PHYSICAL

height: 5′4

hair & eye color: brown, dyed blonde & green

glasses & contacts: reading glasses

scars: crescent moon shaped scar on left thigh

piercings: earlobes (3), septum, belly button

tattoos: link tba

clothing style: link tba

TRAITS

zodiac: pisces sun / pisces moon / libra rising

vices: pride, envy

virtues: chastity, diligence

personality type: isfp

dominant hand: right

character parallels: hannah washington (until dawn), gwen stacy (into the spider-verse), ezri dax (star trek: deep space 9)

HOGWARTS

specialization: magical history (archiving)

year: fifth

house: ravenclaw

student activities: swim team, astronomy club, choir

blood status: halfblood

wand: 10″ Sycamore, Phoenix feather, swishy

patronus: Butterfly

amortentia: firewood, sandalwood, pine, grapefruit

boggart: her dead sister, Sam

ABOUT

growing up a half-blood, mandy had the best of both worlds. her mother, a witch, and her father, a muggle. though their marriage was a rocky one, mandy always had her older sister sam to take care of her and look after her. they were best friends as kids, leaning on each other as much as possible. as they grew older and their parents finally divorced, her mother moving in with her new boy toy, sam and mandy's relationship started to strain. sam got married and moved out of the house, leaving mandy with her alcoholic father. while sam continued to look after her sister from afar, mandy harboured resentment for her sister for leaving her like her mother had, and was determined to prove that she could take care of themselves. but one day after a nasty fight--something mandy no longer remembers about what--a fire was caught on sam’s home, leaving her trapped inside. mandy only found out what happened to her sister afterwards. riddled with guilt even to this day, mandy tries to find ways to bring not only herself peace, but sam’s spirit as well.

during their early school years, mandy was a shy and quiet girl, often keeping to herself. she did not have many friends at first, finding it difficult to come out of her shell. she managed to wrangle a few friends in the end, those of which she tries to keep close. these friends in particular get to see “the real mandy”, as she feels comfortable enough to let her guard down and can become a real wild card.

at aurelius, mandy continues her journey in self-love and self-acceptance, making more efforts to be sociable despite her chronically low social battery. she is determined to free herself from all self-restricting natures, but in trying to become more of a social butterfly and life of the party, she wonders if it will only cause her to slip further and further away from who she really is.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

exes ;  i’m sure mandy had their fair share of relationships! capping this at two.

hookups ; self explanatory! 

childhood friends ; & old schoolmates?

best friends/close friends ; from either gutraidh or aurelius

study buddies ; nerd like nerd

unlikely friends ; the oddest of matches pls

confidant ; they’re gonna need some1 to vent to ok

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FLORENCE PUGH Vanity Fair (February 15, 2023)

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hecrtgolden​:

status: open to everyone 

where: the whomping willow 

when:just after enforced curfew 

Matilda stands in the pouring rain, mascara running down her cheeks under the downpour and clothes soaked through “ Meow Meow - c’mon meow meow ”, she calls out, desperately trying to coax her fifteen-year-old, one-eyed Maine coon from beside the trunk of the temperamental tree. “ fuck ’’ she mumbles in frustration, wiping the hair from her face as she notes the figure approaching her “ I know - I know its curfew but I can’t - I can’t just leave her out here, and she’s not - she’s not listening to me ” there’s an unmistakable note of annoyance and frustration mixed with desperation in her voice “ and I can’t leave her out here ” she repeats as if the person beside her is Dumbledore himself “ I wouldn’t want to be left out in the rain - especially if I was really old and only had one eye. ”

Vince never really did follow the rules. It was no exception tonight, lingering by the Shrieking Shack, overlooking the grounds as the rain came down, huddled under the decaying roof, lit cigarette hanging from his lips. He hears Matilda before he sees her, cursing underneath his breath. “Oi! What the hell are you doing?” He springs from his shelter to meet her, the rain soaking through his clothes and spliff. Under their rough exterior, Vince was once a sentimental bloke. He still is, though he would never admit it, and if there was one thing he had a soft spot for, it was animals. If dragons hadn’t won his cold heart over, he would have considered a specialization in magizoology instead. Vincent’s furrowed brow smoothens and he tosses the useless cigarette to the ground, waving his wand above their heads to form a barrier between them and the rain to stay dry (too late for that). “Shit, Tild. How’d she get out in the first place?” Heaving a sigh, he scrubs his forehead before adding, “Fine, I’ll help ya. You got any catnip or whatever? Cats don’t normally travel far so they gotta be close around here somewhere.”

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amortentva​:

closed, for vincent. location, bell tower one.

“m'not  gonna  lie  to  you,”  willow  begins  their  admission,  passing  the  flask  back  over  to  vince  as  they’re  stood  looking  over  students  passing  through  the  courtyards  from  their  higher  ground  in  the  bell  tower,  “i  don’t  even  remember  how  we  got  past  those  mandrakes  during  the  hunt,  'cause  we  were  blasted.  aster  and  luna  prolly  had  us  covered,  you  think?  i  just  remember  being  glad  it  was  called  off,  'cause  i  was  hearing  colours  and  seeing  sounds.” @vcrabbe

Vince watches the crowd of students through half-lidded eyes, already over the situation, eagerly taking the flask to take a swing of his own before passing it back to Willow. Rinse and repeat. Their buzz was wearing off, on the edge of sobriety, but if he was to get through any of this, it was better to be lit in order to take the edge off. He waves a hand, grabbing the cigarette tucked behind his ear. “Nah, we’re fine. They totally had us covered,” He’s not exactly sure, but it wasn’t worth stressing over it now. “We could keep the party going,” he offers the self-rolled ‘cigarette’ to Willow with expectant eyes, brows raised, “Can’t speak for ya, but I know for me it’ll be a lot easier to stomach if I’m stoned.”

closed, for vincent. location, bell tower one.

"m'not  gonna  lie  to  you,"  willow  begins  their  admission,  passing  the  flask  back  over  to  vince  as  they're  stood  looking  over  students  passing  through  the  courtyards  from  their  higher  ground  in  the  bell  tower,  "i  don't  even  remember  how  we  got  past  those  mandrakes  during  the  hunt,  'cause  we  were  blasted.  aster  and  luna  prolly  had  us  covered,  you  think?  i  just  remember  being  glad  it  was  called  off,  'cause  i  was  hearing  colours  and  seeing  sounds." @vcrabbe

[dragoncorde]

amortentva​:

open, for anyone attending the halloween masquerade ball. location, the great hall.

willow  finds  themself  sliding  into  a  booth  near  the  back  of  the  great  hall  with  a  flask  in  hand.  they’re  more  of  a  social  drinker,  so  it  can  be  said  that  they’re  somewhat  of  a  lightweight..  but  that  never  stops  them  from  having  a  good  time,  and  only  encourages  it,  really.  no  need  for  liquid  courage  with  willow,  even  sober  they  would  be  kicking  out  their  leg  to  stop  the  wix  walking  by,  wiggling  the  flask  in  hand  as  an  offer.   “getting  tired  of  pumpkin  juice?”

Her leg is the first thing Vincent sees, brows raising high on his forehead as his way is blocked. At first, annoyance flares within him, but as his gaze slides up from her foot to knee, a grin quirks finally at his lips. When he finds her face, Willow’s flask glints in the light. “Always,” he replies, taking the flask with a nod of thanks and slipping into the booth next to her. “Been tired of pumpkin juice since I was thirteen,” He reaches into his jacket, taking out a flask of his own and handing it to her, “Here. I’ll trade ya.”