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hey guys!! so I won’t be deleting this blog bc I’m too lazy to set up a sideblog tbh also i don’t want to loose everything i have here. alsooooooooo i changed my url on my personal/writing blog. 

it’s bleusargants now. ok love you all!!!!!!!!!!

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Hey guys!! So I’m super sad that the main is closed but I understand why Birdie’s doing it (I love you and hope you’re doing okay!!). I will be deleting this blog in a couple days but I still plan on using Monet in 1x1 rps and stuff. So if you guys would like to continue plots please message me on skype (descarlas) or on my personal account ( wlfgangorski ). I’m going to start setting up a sideblog on that account for Monet rn because I really love her and I still have muse for her. Anyways, I love you all!!! 

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“Oh,” Monet’s eyes widened just a bit and her lips pursed. It wasn’t as if the Dark Arts scared her, no it was the way the boy spoke of them. “I-uh-yeah. I’m aware of your family history, I’ve read so much on the wars. “ 

“Dark magic. The really dangerous kind. Unforgivable curses, loads of blood, the lot.” It came easy to speak of such matters, although it probably shouldn’t have. Yet it was something Cassius was good at therefore he enjoyed the topic. “I believe i forgot to forward my last name. It’s Lestrange. I assume that sheds some light.” 

“Don’t be sorry. I’m better off without them, trust me. The only family is need is my sister.” 

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Berthe Morisot (French, 1841 - 1895): Paule Gobillard in a ball gown (via Sotheby’s)

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Cruel Beauty - Rosamund Hodge

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do you remember when you told me you knew whether or not i was lying? that i had a tell.

              so do you.

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Monet laughed, her voice was soft and airy when she spoke. “’M very tired. I had some coffee when I went to the Kitchens but it didn’t help much.” Her eyes looked over at the lake and she imagined how cold it must be. She was freezing even thinking about and when there was a gust of wind causing her to wish she brought out a thicker cloak. “The cold iz keeping me from passing out on the spot.” She smiled and shook her head sheepishly. “I don’t know what I was thinking when I put on the silk cloak.”

After another glance, Lou’s lips curved into a friendly smile. He had always liked Monet, and found it a shame that they hadn’t been able to spend more time together while at Hogwarts. Not that Lou would have much free time the next several months. Then again, Monet had always been clever; she seemed to pick up on things that Lou always missed, whether on the quidditch pitch or in the classroom. Perhaps she might be useful to have around, come the first task.

        – - “Honestly, neither did I. M’head’s still pounding from last night and I think I feel down a staircase. Or five.” His smile was lazy as he leaned against a neighboring tree, but truth be told it was a damn near miracle Lou had been able to pull himself from bed, and certainly early enough to see the sun rise. 

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ajxlandvik:

He couldn’t keep focused a second longer to save his life. Professor Vector would just have to fail him this year because there was no way in this Universe that AJ was going to finish his project in time. Perhaps if he’d started it several days prior he would have had a chance. Yet the excitement of being back at Hogwarts, not to mention the upcoming Tournament, had distracted him completely.

Now AJ was sitting at the edge of the Black Lake—papers in one hand, his wand in the other and a cookie stuck in his mouth—trying to at least make some sense out of the previous day’s course. To him Arithmancy was about as interesting as muggle math—subject he never really enjoyed during his time in muggle school—so obviously he didn’t exaggerate with the amount of effort going in learning it; just as much as he needed in order to pass and get his mother off his case.

A gust of wind took him by surprise, sending the pieces of paper flying out of his hands and landing dangerously close to the surface of the water. If he’d lose those he’d be dead. Letting the cookie drop onto the ground the boy rushed to grab his notes. Obviously he could ask to borrow some of Ike’s old ones but he probably wouldn’t understand much; Ike was a hell of a lot smarter. So now AJ was stuck chasing his homework, praying to God nobody saw how ridiculous he looked in that moment.

Yet someone was out there and the sound of her voice startled him allowing the last piece of paper to elude his grasp and slide onto the glassy surface of the lake, ink dissolving once in contact with the water.

“Ah damn it! So I guess I am heading back to Ike’s notes…”

Turning around the Durmstrang boy gave the girl a curious look. She looked tense, frightened, like she’d expected to come across something wicked by the lake. And who could blame her, with that other girl going missing a couple weeks back. He too should have been worried, yet in that moment all he cared about was his lost work. AJ put his arms in the air in a surrendering gesture, a smile on his face to show he meant her no harm.

“Just chasing my homework. Sorry if I scared you.”

Monet sighed, relieved as she looked at the dark haired boy in front of her. Her body relaxed when she figured that he wasn’t a threat but her hand still didn’t leave her wand. “I—uh—no, it iz okay.” Her solemn face dropped and Monet allowed a small smile to make it’s way on to her face. She looked back at the water and saw his homework sink, Monet frowned at the sight and turned her head back to him. “Je suis désolé. Uh, sorry about your homework.” 

Her mind was still stuck on the missing student, however, and she wasn’t all together at the moment. She tried to think of something else, homework maybe? It seemed to work for the boy because he seemed completely fine but she figured people deal with things differently. She pulled her hand out of her pocket, letting go of her wand in the process and Monet hoped he accepted her hand shake. “I’m Monet.” 

It was still cold, she didn’t know what she was expecting. She hoped that it would get warmer throughout the day but it stayed the same and Monet had to resort to pulling her jacket around her tighter. She’d end up visiting the Kitchens for coffee later, she loved having the company of the house elves and it was nice meeting new people who escaped down to the Kitchens as well. 

Monet’s eyes caught the papers in the water, again, and she laughed suddenly. “So, what class was the for? I saw you running after it, it must ‘ave been important. Non?”

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aromate [aye-ro-mate]

n. a platonic friend who’s pretty much your soulmate but in a friend way. you’d totally hold their hand and take them out to movies though. no romo

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i’ll go anywhere you want me.

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Trouble | Halsey

i bet you kiss your knuckles right before they touch my cheek

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She spoke every sentence as if it was immensely important, like you’d be a fool not to drop everything and give her your full attention.

Everything About You Attracts Me (via hellawrites)

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Monet gasped, her face held a feigned affronted look and she stopped leaning on Lucien for a second just to poke his stomach. “That’s very rude, mon cochon,” her voice was sweet and she offered him a wide smile. “Now, that’s a lie. You know, I should make you pay me for all your portraits. I put hard work into those.”

           “You act as if you don’t,” he countered, gently bumping her with his elbow. “Surprised you haven’t fallen flat out of the sky off your broom yet.” His impish smirk held a silent challenge; he never could resist a little friendly competition. “We both know I’m a work of art even without your paints. The Louvre should be paying me every time I visit.”

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       The cold air of October bit at Monet’s skin and she wished that she had worn a thicker cloak. She’d decided that a walk around the grounds was needed, what with all the tension that was very apparent in the Beauxbatons carriages. No one would mention anything of course. That was just who the students were, they were very proud and unsurprisingly hard-headed. The missing student wouldn’t be talked of in public until they all broke down. 

      When she announced that she would be going on a walk she wasn’t warned, no one told her to stay safe but their eyes told different stories. Monet could see the worry in everyone’s eyes and she wished that she never signed up to come to Hogwarts. It didn’t matter that the war was won and over, there was still something dark in the air and that scared her. 

      So, she walked the grounds anxious and looking over her shoulders. Monet was looking over at the lake and kicking rocks into the water when she noticed someone. She couldn’t see who it was so her fingers tightened around her wand subconsciously and her spine stiffened.  Her voice was clear and loud when she spoke, “Hello?” 

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Conrad Jon Godly’s Abstract Mountains Drip from the Canvas

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my messy art class 🎨

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“You act as if I weigh tons!” She exclaimed, not bothering moving from her spot because she was comfortable. Monet rolled her eyes, she was unsure of how many times she’d done the action in the presence of Lucien  ‒  too many times to count that was for sure. “You’re loosing your head, I’m obviously the prettier friend.”

           “Merlin and Agrippa,” he blurted out as Monet suddenly knocked into his side. “Do you mind?” While his expression feigned frustration, he made no effort to shove her away. “And okay, now that’s the biggest lie you’ve ever told. ”