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harry potter house aesthetics ; hufflepuff.

❝ it’s nice to be important, but it’s more important to be nice. ❞

( ravenclaw. ) ( slytherin. ) ( gryffindor. )

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        How could it be that it was not even a week into the new term and Isobel had already stayed too long at the library that she had missed dinner? When she had arrived at Hogwarts years ago, even after the Ministry had explained the situation of Isobel’s blood status, she had never imagined it would be that bad. But it had. And she had spent every single day proving she was as worthy of magic as everyone else around her. She had found great people along the way, people who had become friends, and friends who had become family. One of them Amelia, who would usually be by her side, the table Isobel was currently sitting, all but officially reserved for the two of them. But ever since the Yule Ball something had changed in her friend, Isobel didn’t press the issue, fully knowing Amelia would come to her when she was ready. 

         Having lost track of time, Isobel hurried out of the library, after the rush of working on her assignment had wore off, Isobel realized she was quite hungry. She had decided to stop by the kitchens before heading back to the common room. As she got closer the smell of freshly baked pie filled the air, she was a stickler for the rules, but maybe she would have dessert first just this once. It was dreaming of a slice of pie, that Isobel lost all concentration and almost bumped into someone. ❝Oh! I’m s-❞ she started to apologize, stopping only after Amos words, ❝it takes two you know❞ she said with a shrug, ❝is that a birthday pie?❞ she asked raising an eyebrow, ❝smells amazing❞ she muttered under her breath before her stomach betrayed her by loudly growling. 

where: Outside the Kitchen - On the way to the Hufflepuff Common Room when: January 12, 1978, right after supper who: Amos Diggory and anyone

As tradition, Amos and his mum celebrated his birthday before he had to leave for Hogwarts. Since he had gone to school, they never got to celebrate his birthday together on the day itself, so his mum always made sure that they would go somewhere together a few days before leaving for Platform 9 and ¾/ Thus, that day became his “first” birthday. And January 12 became his “second” birthday for him and his friends to celebrate.

That’s why on that day, he was caught sneaking out of the kitchen with a large apple pie that was somehow just like how his mom made them that the elves kindly gave him when he asked. A lit candle protruded from its center. Its aroma was strong enough to entice anyone within a two-meter radius. “Shite!” Amos jumped an inch into the air. He didn’t expect to bump into anyone on the way back to his room. “I could’ve dropped my pie.”

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( Wendy‌ ):

At the mention of Amelia, Wendy’s smile stretched wider. She may not know Amelia as well as Isobel might, but she did admire the Hufflepuff, the way she strove for excellence in all aspects of life. It was certainly something to be admired. “That does make sense. I’m surprised she isn’t in her or she is and is effectively hiding from everyone. It’s been a bit difficult to concentrate,” Wendy smiled despite the admittance. There was a lot of scratching on quills, soft slamming of books that would jar any silence despite trying to be quiet. Too many people trying to be quiet somehow made a lot of noise. “The same, actually, but somehow schoolwork got the upper hand. I don’t know how, it’s only been a week.” She laughed a little, looking down at the table, mostly at what Isobel had gotten out of her bag. “What are you working on?”

         ❝I can only imagine, it’s packed in here❞ Isobel said, she had struggled to find an open space, she could only imagine what that would mean in terms of whispered conversations, quills scratching parchment, and pages being turned, ❝is it just me or are there some faces I’ve never seen in the library before?❞ she joked. While it was entirely possible that the amount of school work had everyone scrambling, it being the first week of the first term made it a little hard to believe, maybe people were just keeping themselves busy to avoid thinking about the latest school gossip. ❝Herbology❞ Isobel said with a sigh, she loved the class but she struggled with keeping plants alive, ❝I’m afraid books might not be the answer for this class, these thumbs are not green❞ she said wiggling her thumbs, ❝what about you? Seems like you close to being done?❞

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( Ludovic ):

Ludo let out the gall of a laugh, deep throated chuckle as he watched her sputter over the liquid, almost succumbing to loud laughter. But he wouldn’t do that to Isobel, a hand flying to his mouth to stifle the sound as he did his best to bite it back. “I’m so—just—“ He shook his head. “Not sorry, you should know by now I would’ve done damage to that juice!”

“No one lined up?” He asked in mild shock. “Well shit, Izzy, I would’ve taken you properly, I was kind of hoping someone was going to take you out on a proper date so you wouldn’t be stuck with me the whole night.” Ludo was unapologetically honest with her, no matter what. 

The notion of his own date, he shook his head. “Uh—I asked Andromeda Black as a joke to piss off Lestrange, but…” He shook his head. He wasn’t ready to explain his thought process and how Charity Burbage of all people fell into it. “No one interesting enough I could think of to go with.”

            ❝Oh I know you are not sorry❞ Isobel let out a laugh, ❝if anything I should’ve seen it coming❞ Isobel never felt so at ease as when she was talking to Ludo, ❝I cannot wait to see the effects this is going to have on people, this is going to be a great party❞ while it might not seem like it, Isobel did have a mischievous side, it was more on the adventurous end, but still a surprise to anyone who didn’t know her well. Which was of course not the case with Ludo.

          Now it was her time to stifle a laugh, ❝oh my god you are not serious... listen I would’ve loved to come with you, but we both know you are free spirit Ludo❞ Isobel said gently placing a hand on his chest, ❝and the last thing I want is to have a target on my back, your admirers can be a bit...❞ she laughed avoiding actually saying the words out loud, ❝besides it’s enough having to answer Rookwood’s questions about “what really is going on between us”❞ Isobel laughed again, ❝pretty sure he’s afraid I’m gonna steal you away from him or something❞ Isobel let out a sigh, ❝as for me on a proper date, well- I was honestly not holding my hopes up...❞

           Isobel listened to Ludo’s ‘prank’, if it could even be called that, ❝Ludovic! I cannot believe you❞ she would’ve find it funny, if she had not been worried about the consequences this could’ve had, ❝well did she seemed interested?❞ she teased. ❝Really? not a single person you would want to dance with in the middle of the room for everyone to see?❞

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           There was a part of Isobel that wondered how the night would’ve gone if she had come to the ball with a date, but honestly she was having such a good time with her friends that those thoughts were being kept in the back of her mind, where her very but well hidden romantic side lived. She had been having so much fun that for a while she had forgotten she was a part of a world that hated her, and she not only thought about being a muggleborn witch, but about being a muggleborn witch. A child of two worlds, wanted in neither. She willed herself to stop thinking about such things, the party was in full swing, and while the school had done a marvelous job, the lavatories could’ve used a makeover. Isobel was used to vestibules with ornate mirrors, velvet covered chairs, sofas, and the perfect lighting, but this would have to do. She was fixing her makeup like the rest of the girls in the bathroom, some came and some went, when a voice, belonging to a fellow housemate called her attention. Rosamund Nott was a year above Isobel, and despite sharing a common room for years, they had barely spoken before. ❝Oh❞ Isobel tried not to sound so surprised, ❝thank you, the family personal stylist has connections to the best fashion houses❞ she said with a small wave of her hand, ❝yours is magical! You look beaufitul.❞

Where: Girls’ bathroom, close to the Great Hall Who: Rosamund && @isobelclemonte​

Rosamund didn’t get drunk. She had indulged in one and a half glasses of wine and avoided the punch like the plague and was still as perfectly poised as always but that didn’t mean she wasn’t willing to pretend just a little bit. Act like alcohol had loosened her up, made her throw away formalities, but still be in complete control of her actions and how others saw her. Nobody could say that she had made a fool of herself or acted in a way she shouldn’t, but she did talk to people she would usually avoid. As long as she was not anywhere she might be seen. She had always admired those girls who can become best friends in seconds after meeting in the bathroom when drunk and that was the energy she channelled when she was topping up her lipstick and saw Isobel Clemonte through the mirror. A muggleborn, Rosamund knew, but from her sense of style you wouldn’t be able to tell and she was desperate to let her know. So she did. If tomorrow she pretended she had not been sober enough to remember the meeting and went back to admiring the girl from afar then so be it. “I love your dress, it’s absolutely gorgeous.”

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          There were very few things Isobel regretted, not pursuing care of magical creatures in her sixth year was definitely one of those things. Her mother had always being very strict about animals of any sort at home, of course horses and hounds were a part of the household, just nothing that would have to be inside of the castle. But of course her older brother would go behind their mother’s back and take Isobel to pet stores and petting zoos, even going as far as promising to help her keep a pet in secret. And once Isobel found out she had magic, well that just opened up a whole world of creatures. In all honesty she didn’t know why she had not decided to continue with the class, perhaps being too afraid of deciding on following a career related to magical creatures, instead opting to put some distance until she knew what she wanted in life. Still she often found herself wandering through the sanctuary. ❝Oh my god❞ she said sounding devastated, ❝I- I can only hope it was Glumbumbles... ‘cause then it would be nature being nature... but to think someone could be capable of something so...❞ she shook her head, ❝is there nothing left to do?❞

where: care of magical creatures classroom / creature sanctuary when: december 15th, 1977 who: caradoc dearborn & anyone

“Bloody atrocious, ain’t it?” He nods towards the now destroyed hive. “Glumbumble’s must’ve gotten their hands on it.” Heaving a sigh, he makes his way towards the remains. Honey seeping into stone wall as he sets his gaze upon his company. He’d always a fascination with the creatures that had managed to find their way to Hogwarts, whether they were as small and destructive as the Glumbumble, or as majestically haunting as the Thestrals that managed to stalk the forest. Where others saw beastly qualities, monsters of the sort, Doc had only ever found beauty. Having already secured a position at the Ministry due to his mother’s influence in the matter, he’d felt comfortable in his knowledge of species. In the world around him. Call it a third eye, his mother would say. He’d call it hopeless, dumb luck. “Here I was thinkin’ the honey could be used for sweets down in the kitchens.”

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( Amos ):

It didn’t immediately register to Amos what the person in front of him said, let alone who it was. His first priority was securing Miles, afraid that he would set off and run around the castle once again. Miles already managed to escape him once, earlier during the term, proving once more that Puffskeins were much more manageable than common household cats. His pet returned from its previous adventure with a skin infection which was why it needed medicine in the first place.

It was only when Amos was sure that his cat wouldn’t escape his hold when it dawned on him what the other person said… And who the other person actually was. It was almost unnoticeable how Amos shifted his weight with uneasiness, filled with embarrassment and annoyance all at once. “Well Miles always had a tendency running towards trouble.” The cat meowed upon hearing it’s name. “Are you okay, mate? Did the scary witch hurt you?”

       Isobel was fond of all the common room pets, maybe due to the fact that she had struggle to decide which kind of animal to bring with her, so now she just enjoyed petting any that would come near her. She would be lying if she didn’t admit that there was something so satisfying in Miles actually wanting to be close to her, it was something else she could bother Amos with. As she felt Miles being taken away, her posture changed, the challenge of verbally sparring with Amos proving to be a great start to her day. 

       A scoff left her lips, ❝admit it, Miles enjoys being around me❞ Isobel said proudly, ❝maybe he ran away ‘cause he got tired of seeing you without a shirt, honestly Diggory, do you not own any upper-body garments?❞ she would die before admitting she actually enjoyed the view, it was much better to tease Amos about it. Their interactions always escalated from disagreements to someone crossing their arms and sulking away, but by god if they weren’t fun.

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( Damon‌ ):

“Sometimes your best doesn’t always cut it,” he pointed out, saying a version of the line his own father loved to spit at him all his life. Damon smirked underneath the mask, tilting his head and gauging the situation. It didn’t seem that pretty little ice princess Isobel Clemonte had any idea who he was just yet. He silently applauded himself, once more, for the costume choice.

“The boring ones.” He lifted the broken chain and spun the end around like a little lasso. “As you can see, I'm completely unchained for tonight.” Damon proceeded to drop his impromptu lasso and take off his mask to properly smirk down at Isobel. “Want to meet one? I’ve got a buddy who knows quite a few of them, actually. Poor sods… They like look like poor, depressed lunatics. You know the origin of the word ‘lunatic’? Comes from them.”

“Lunatic. La luna,” he recited in an almost perfect Spanish accent. “Means ‘the moon’ in spanish.”

          It almost seemed impossible to be having this conversation. Isobel had heard many things about Mulciber, and while she didn’t often believed rumours and gossip, everything surrounding Damon Mulciber seemed to come from people Isobel would trust, and everything pointed to the fact that the person standing in front of her was anything but friendly. 

        Why was he being so charming? Oh! Isobel thought, he wasn’t being charming, he just had a chilling way about him, how could he be so calm while talking about werewolves? ❝You’ve seen a werewolf before?❞ she could not help but be surprised, she hoped she didn’t sound like she was fascinated by it, she wasn’t, it was just her natural curiosity about all magical creatures. ❝Like actually being near one?❞ Isobel could not stop herself from asking.

       ❝I- I didn’t know that was were it came from... it makes so much sense now...❞ she tried no to be distracted by the fact that he seemed to speak spanish, ❝so uh- I take it you are not enjoying the party?❞ maybe if he got bored he would leave out of his own accord, and she wouldn’t have to cross him by trying to get away, something in his voice sent a chill down her spine. 

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sorry boys, but I already got my eyes on a guy who’s not interested

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         It seemed like everyone was on edge, be it because they had fallen prey to rumours circulating school, or because they actually knew what was really going on, or in the case of most seventh graders, because life outside of the castle awaited them. So it was proving hard to find an available space at the library, and Isobel really wanted to finish her assignment, she was never one to fall behind, quite the contrary, if she wanted to keep proving that her blood status didn’t matter, she had to keep striving to be the best. After walking around for a bit, she finally spotted a familiar face. As per library etiquette Isobel approached the table and quietly sat down, she barely had time to return the smile Wendy gave her as the girl went back to her parchment, Isobel began to get her things out of her school bag. When Wendy finally resurfaced, Isobel greeted her with a smile, ❝no worries Wendy, I’m friends with Amelia❞ more like sisters really, ❝so I’m familiar with this❞ she said gesturing at the situation. ❝I’m good, definitely not letting schoolwork get the upper hand, and you?❞ 

wendy & isobel // @isobelclemonte​​ // january. library.

Despite this being the first week of her last term at Hogwarts, Wendy found it suddenly hard to concentrate on her studies. It felt so sudden, the way the deadlines were coming and she had barely put a dent in any of the work she’s been given. It has been hard to concentrate, no matter where in the castle she was because there were plenty of people who kept taking the rumors and running rampant with them. Wendy was finally getting close to finishing her Charms essay, thinking about the most recent class as her main distraction, when someone joined her at her table. A quick look up, smile, and again with her head bent down, writing her last sentence before properly looking back up at Isobel. “Hiya, Isobel, I just needed to finish this essay before I said anything. I couldn’t chance to forget my thought and to get distracted for ten minutes again. – Anyway, how are you?” 

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&&. @ludovicsbagman

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(( @bvnesamelia ))

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           Isobel loved these events, from the outfits, to the music, to the dancing -and this time it was proper dancing, not what her schoolmates usually did at parties- it reminded her of the life she had led before coming here. And while she would’ve wanted to attend with a date, she was content with watching everything unfold, drink in hand about to take a sip, when suddenly a familiar voice interrupted her. Magic had taken away a brother, but given her back another. That’s how she felt about Ludo. He was proof that people could be good, and not the sense most would expect, Ludo had never had the need to let people see how good and kind he really was, and wasn’t that what made him the best of them all? Isobel could not have found a better person, except perhaps Amelia. Amelia who had become more than a best friend, the sister she never had, a kindred spirit. But that was the wonderful thing about love, it grows when it is shared. 

            ❝Why doesn’t it surprise me❞ Isobel laughed, taking a cautionary sip, ❝my God, you weren’t playing around❞ she shook her head. ❝I did not bring anyone, unfortunately no one lined up to ask me, but I am here with Amelia, well I was... I’m afraid she’s now on her way to bully one of our classmates❞ Isobel shrugged, ❝I’m assuming you didn’t bring anyone? Not for lack of a line, but as always wanted to keep your options open?❞ she teased.

Where: The Yule Ball With: Ludo Bagman & Isobel Clemonte

There was some calamity with people you knew. Something that unspoken said you felt safe with them, that you didn’t mind the silence because there didn’t need to be much said in the silence, and it’d still be alright. That was his friendship with Isobel. Odd to most, though if someone did ask him who he had to fight for—he would’ve said her name. He would’ve said she was the only family he recognized, that she was the only person who saw him, unmistakably, as someone to be in this world. Not the washed up drunk and disappointment others labelled. Not that the titles mattered. He found her seated at one of the tables, moving to join her. “Didn’t bring someone?” Ludo asked, setting his glass down. “By the way, spiked the pumpkin juice—so… beware.”

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event; the yule ball

Isobel is no no stranger to balls and galas, she was raised in high society and was dressed in silks and lace since before she could walk. Her mother has a personal stylist, with connection to the best fashion houses, but ever since Isobel’s mother renounced her for being a witch, Isobel had to make do with what was available to her. If she doesn’t pursue a magical career, fashion design would be something she could see herself doing.

Isobel is attending the ball without a formal date, but accompanied by friends.

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&&. @amos-depulso

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          Isobel was used to waking up early, she prided herself on getting an early start on the day ahead, but mostly she just wanted some alone time before the castle became buzzing with the chatter of students everywhere. Of course she would rather do that at night, enjoying the night sky full of stars, but with the recent developments she had to be careful, so unless she was with the astronomy club or she managed to rope in Amelia or Ludo, Isobel had to stop going out at night for some peace and quiet. 

          The weather was unusually warm for November, a blessing in these trying times, so Isobel was basking in the sun on a bench near the Clock Tower  with her eyes closed when she suddenly felt a familiar weight on her lap. Almost instinctively her hand raised to pet the calico, ❝what is it boy? do you prefer my company than that of your owner?❞ Isobel teased knowing fully well Amos would not be far behind, she opened her eyes to find Amos taking the cat away, ❝who wouldn’t?❞ Isobel said with a smirk. ❝Don’t worry Amos, I can’t blame Miles for running away from you...❞ 

where: Clock Tower Courtyard when: November 10-12, 1977 who: Amos Diggory and anyone

Merlin, Miles!  Amos internally pleaded to any god who might be listening to grant him telepathic connection to animals. Miles, his Calico cat, had run off when he was trying to give him his morning medicine. It was just unfortunate that someone at the exact moment entered the Hufflepuff Common Room, allowing the cat to escape. Now there’s one cat in need of his medicine on the loose. His prayer was obviously unanswered and he was forced to run after Miles, trying to make the least amount of noise in the morning.

The agile cat led him to the Clock Tower Courtyard where it jumped unto someone’s lap. Luckily, that’s when Miles decided to stop. Amos ran to the poor person and quickly grabbed his cat. “I am so terribly sorry. Are you okay?” he asked, although it was unclear whether he meant to ask his fellow student or his cat.

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