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( bringing hermione back after a very long hiatus!!   this blog is under MAJOR reconstruction.   pls bare with me. )

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(h a w t h o r n e)

Gale listens as the others make fun, shaking his head. It’s the one thing he hates most about being in Slytherin. “C’mon, guys. Leave her alone.” Plenty of insults— to him now— follow until his Quidditch teammates are finally leaving. He turns to the Gryffindor and frowns, “Sorry about them. They’re jerks.”

        there was an UNSPOKEN rivalry between the houses; however, her origin of magic itself made her a  target for insults && torment. this was not uncalled for, but it did not lessen the blow. of course, she’d never admit that aloud. brown eyes trail the group of boys for a moment before settling on him. it made her sick to think that people continue to be bigot headed. hermione’s stoic expression manages an ever so slight half smile towards the slytherin. 

❛   ----- thank you.    ❜  

❛   you should not feel the need to apologize on their behalf. they’ll eventually get what is coming to them. on the brighter side, i know for a FACT i could survive without magic in the mundane world. i’d pay a galleon to see them try.    ❜  

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#same

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                                                    ( Actually, I’m HIGHLY LOGICAL                                                      which allows me to look past the                                                      extraneous detail && perceive                                                     clearly that which others overlook. )

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( does anyone have recs for blog theme commissions?? i really want to revamp && bring back hermione. )

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@alicelongbottonn

she is silent for a few moments, trying to form a coherent thought. this is first time hermione is left SPEECHLESS. 

❝  ---- but how ?  ❞

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            HE HAD COME to be on HOLIDAY, he reminded himself. He was here to take a tour around, see how the Isles had changed since he’d last been there, and then LEAVE. Hewasn’t going to STAY. But did being on holiday mean that he couldn’t ruffle some feathers? Surely NOT. It was a breath of fresh air to go toe-to-toe with another witch; the FRENCH QUARTER witches had been downright hostile, and while she seemed perturbed, there didn’t look to be any reason to fear the wand in her hand. And though he was ALWAYS with his guard up, his hand didn’t move from its place by his side. “Well, Hermione Granger,” he replied, accented tongue tripping delightedly over the words and sounding more like Grange-ah. “I appreciate your CONCERN over my extension of myself, but I reckon I’ll persist somehow. By the grace of god alone, surely.”

                      she eyes him carefully, curiosity && interest piqued with no doubt. something about this STRANGER was a bit odd for her liking. being known as a “muggleborn” witch was nothing new to the woman, but wandless magic seemed outright bizarre. surely, she’s read about it in older editions of books; however, she thought it could only be done by certain wizards. even then, it seemed impossible. the wand itself was instilled at such a young age, ‘the owner does not choose the wand, the wand chooses it’s owner’. brown hues squint towards his direction as the words flow out of her mouth, refraining a roll of the eyes as his own accent emphasized her last name ( at least he pronounced her first name properly ).  ❝ by the grace of god ? ❞ she bites her tongue, clearly taken aback at his response, let alone amused at it. 

                  ❝ and why is that ?                          i assume you are this almighty powerful witch that i’ve NEVER heard about.  ❞ 

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                          surely, surely, thou wilt trust me                                                        when i say

                              THOU DOST DISGUST ME.

independent kol mikaelson rp | est. feb 9 2016 |  realized by bo |  canon  crossover and   oc  friendly |   mutuals  only  +  sel.

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Memory / is another name for ghosts and their awful hunger.

Eugene Gloria, from “Apple,” My Favorite Warlord (via murdrous)

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 THERE WAS A moment, just as there always was, when he took a moment of consideration for which name to present. When he was born, this body had been namedKALEB, but this soul? It was all KOL. He took a that moment– lasting no longer than a breath– and threw caution to the wind. “Kol,” he replied, fully aware that if she went to look him up, there would be no Cole to find. He dropped the pieces once more, interest in the wand having waned quicker than it had come. He’d used a wand before, for a MOMENT. There were stronger and more efficient ways to augment and focus a power, he knew. And relying on the wand, as he’d seen so many of the British witches of the day doing, was no HELP in the matter. “Oh, I’m sure the view is lovely from your high horse, but all VALUES aside, I’d say there’s more than THAT where we differ– and thank goodness for that. Who are you?”

                      dainty fingers wrap around her beloved wand, examining its details. the simple piece of wood held a special place in her own heart because she knew that it did NOT define her, but it symbolized something much more than “power”. the fact that kol had snapped his wand into PIECES without hesitation left her feeling slightly numb. from the stories she’d read && heard, witches who could perform wandless magic were VERY powerful && knowledgeable. of course, hermione’s pride would never allow her to say that aloud. a bitter half smile tugs at the corners of her lips as the words flow out of his mouth. if anything, she felt as if her wand humbled her.   ❝ as a matter of fact the view is mediocre. ❞ she bites her tongue, refraining from saying anything else. her head is held high as she responds a few seconds later.

                  ❝ hermione.                            hermione granger. ❞ 

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                                            “You mean aside from going to a                                              school that teaches hocus pocus?”

❝  well, i can’t argue with that. it just seems a bit off to      me. frankly, a little too quiet.    ❞ 

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                    HE FOLLOWED HER accusatory point down to the now-splintered branch, brow raised at her insistence that he had just made a GRIEVOUS MISTAKE. Kol, though he had bowed to the altar of MAGIC for more than ten centuries, found himself quirking anAMUSED smile at the diminutive witch’s expense. “Your wand is an extension of your power,” he repeated, mulling over those words before snapping, the pieces of wood quivering on the ground before jumping to his hand. “That’s a right mystery, seeing as I seem to STILL HAVE MY POWER.” And that was a face in which he REVELED. Wielding power again had been a sensation that had been almost RELIGIOUS in nature; pulling with the Bennett witch to access his BIRTHRIGHT had been damn-near earth-shattering. So he would RELISH his power;WONDER in it, and, whenever he had the chance, such as now, PEACOCK a bit.

                          she quirked an eyebrow at him as he repeated her very own words, noting a hint of MOCKERY from him. magic could be fickle, but hermione never encountered such a YOUNG witch who possessed such power.  she’s read about stories && legends about w a n d l e s s magic, but it was quite RARE for another to master it. hermione refuses to give him any type of satisfaction, attempting to remain unfazed by his actions. eyes slightly narrow towards his direction, glancing from the ground back to his gaze. surely, there had to be an EXPLANATION for it, there was always an explanation. hermione was referred to the brightest witch of her age; however, it seems the man before her could strip her of that title. she swallows the slight knot that formed in her throat, keeping the distance between them.  ❝ --- who are you ? ❞

                  ❝ around here our wands are SACRED, but it seems to me                       you do not abide by the same values.   ❞ 

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@scormalfouy

❝ are you alright ? you seem a bit tense.  ❞

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@loathedlineage                  

❝  have you noticed anything ODD              lately ? i can’t wrap my finger around it.   ❞ 

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@basiicphysics

❝ i need MORE time. when do you need this by ?  ❞

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                ( like this for a one liner )

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( strange man. )

                   IT HAD BEEN an impossibly-long time since he had traveled to the British Isles to study their magic; they had been among the first witches he had found to study with, and since that time, he had traveled further, and longer, and wider than anyone else could; devoting centuries of his life to studying the minutiae of every theory he could find. It felt fitting that on his first solstice with access to MAGIC once more that he would visit the land where he had first traveled, though he found the magical world far different than he remembered. In his hand he held a WAND: the catalyst by which all British witches seemed to practice. He could feel the catalyst contained in the wood channeling him, but if he was to be honest, he QUITE PREFERRED other methods of channeling ( or using his natural-given power ). Letting the branch drop to the ground, he snapped it underfoot, looking up and meeting the eyes of another– a WITCH, he supposed. “What?” he asked, accent growing stronger at him impatience. “That bloody twig USED more power than it gave.”

        word spread that ANOTHER witch was in town && curiosity killed the cat. there was talk that this particular witch was quite skilled; however, hermione wanted to see it for herself. the brunette practically inhaled magic, knowledge running through her veins. there was a constant need to LEARN && grow as a witch. eyes carefully examine the stranger in front of her, lips press thin together. the cracking of wood fills the air, lips twisting into a scowl. ( why on earth would this MAD MAN snap his own wand ? ) the woman cringes slightly at the thought, stepping closer to him. petite fingers point towards the ground, unable to comprehend this man’s motive.  ❝ what BRILLIANT idea compelled you to do that ? ❞

                  ❝  — your wand is an extension                      of your power.   ❞