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Septima had been hoping not to fall. She’d just gone shopping and was loaded down with items from the money her mother had given her. But the ice had tripped her up, and she’d gone sliding, pouring her items onto the street. “Shit!” She said. She looked up at a face she recognized from school. “Ah, yeah. All the spells in the world can’t save me from a little ice, apparently.”

Charity was standing outside the shop staring in the window at the trinkets and lights. Christmas had been hard for her so far this year, that’s why she had stayed at Hogwarts. Going home would have left her feeling completely dazed and blank. She still had to find presents for her family though, and that wasn’t proving easy. She was going through this in her head when someone tripped next to her, dropping all their belongings.

“Are you alright? Here, let me help you, that was quite a fall,” she said turning towards the other person.

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Septima had found the wedding rather interesting. All the prepping and planning she knew her mother had done had finally paid off. It was a lovely event. Everywhere was white, even the roses in the ceremony and around the room. It was magical, she thought, all of it. She certainly hadn’t had high expectations for any of it, but she had to admit that it had come together nicely.

It had been an odd moment, though, watching her mother get married. The way the woman had talked for years, since she was little, she knew her mother would get remarried at some point. Even so, she hadn’t imagined her mother in a big white wedding even until that very day. She looked beautiful making her way down the aisle, and Septima found herself unable to look elsewhere.

The ceremony was over quickly, and her mother was remarried. After, she had shifted around the party, mostly hanging out and dancing with Barty. They had to keep their public displays of affection on the down low, as she didn’t really want to tell her mother about their relationship. Still, after a while, it became a bit much. People kept coming up to her, asking if she was oh so happy for her mother, which, of course, caused to reply with yes. Yes, yes, she was oh so happy.

Truth be told she didn’t much care. After a little firewhiskey and a little too much dancing, she left Barty to step outside. She found Seraphina outside and offered a smile. She closed the doors behind her and wrapped the shawl tighter around her shoulders. “We are. Think they’ll make me change my last name to Selwyn now?” She’d change it back if they did, honestly. She heaved a sigh. “It really was a lovely wedding.”

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Seraphina didn’t want to be here, of course she didn’t, and she was certain that her father didn’t want her to be there either. He had never really been interested in her life, and she was sure that the only reason that she was there was because her new stepmother wanted her own child, Septima, there. He couldn’t be seen to be singling out his child in such a way that would disappoint her, which meant that Sera was there, standing with a small bouquet in her hands, with a lilac dress on (a colour which she hated, by the way.)

The wedding had been rather sweet, she had seen some love in her father’s eyes as he leant in to kiss his new bride, but not as much as she had seen when he had been with her mother - until her untimely death. No-one would ever replace her, but Ms Vector, well, Mrs Selwyn now, seemed nice enough, and she had many a kind word to her when they were all getting ready for the ceremony itself.

Now, the reception of the wedding was well in hand, a party where the alcohol was flowing rather well, and the warmth inside the manor house was the complete opposite to the weather outside, where snow was falling onto the ground. Taking a moment to escape everyone trying to talk to her, asking her about how she had enjoyed the day, Sera took her glass of red wine and stood out on the balcony, looking out towards the grounds that were slowly being covered with white. She turned her head after what felt like hours of standing out there alone, which was probably only a few minutes and a small smile fell onto her face as she saw Septima making her way outside as well.

“So, we’re sisters now.”

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ted-xtnks:

“Determination is the key for success then?” He laughed. “I think I might have a go at it later, don’t want to embarrass myself in front of a winner like you. Are you going to be trying to win anymore prizes tonight or are you going to settle to the one bear?”

“Basically, yes. And a willingness to lose a hundred times before actually doing something right.” Septima thought that was a little profound, actually. “Oh, no. I’ve put in far too much energy for this bear to lose a bunch more in order to get another. I’m satisfied with this one little victory.”

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ravencrouch:

He was really glad to see her.  He wanted to see her, and well, no one at the party, had been actually interesting.  They got to spend a decent amount of time together, over this holiday, but he found that he still craved more time with her.  “I always have more fun with you, anyway.” 

He smiled at her. “Most of the Slytherins, Prewetts too. It was just, boring, really.” He laughed when she grabbed his tie and he cleared his throat, before moving to tie it. “You know, now I can pull you by it, for once.”

“That’s because I’m the funnest person you’ll ever meet,” she said with joking arrogance. Septima nodded. She’d been to a few of those parties, and they usually turned out to be rather stuffy and boring. Filled with conversation about aimless things. “Oh, lucky me. I’d like to see that happen.”

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ravencrouch:

He smiled at her. “Well, not bad weird. Good weird. I’m just used to hiding my feelings and the fact that I wanted to be with you, so it took time. But, I’m very good with how things are.” He took a deep breath. “You’re right. I’m still not used to the whole fact that some of them are like-minded to me but then again, you’re a Hufflepuff and I’m an annoying Ravenclaw and I think we get along just fine.”  He bit down on his lip. “I don’t know. I just, my magic’s felt odd.”

Septima nodded. She knew that about it. While it wasn’t always healthy, it was one of the things she liked about him, in a way. “Good. So am I.” She laughed. “They just need to get adjusted. Give it time, I think. Besides, you’re ten times better than any of them.” She blinked at him. “Huh. Afraid I don’t have a solution to that.”

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ted-xtnks:

Ted watched Septima attempt to shoot at the balloons. He was never that good at it but he always tried to win something, even if it was the most useless small prize. He was impressed byt the girls determination and a grin took over her lips when she finally popped all the balloons. “Wow wow wow! You’ve got some serious talent there.” he laughed. “I’m pretty sure they try their best so you don’t win one of those big bears hence why you’re so talented.” Ted grinned. “I’ve won a bear once. But only once, and it was tiny compared to the one you’ve got. You need to give me tips on how you managed to win the grand prize.”

“Aw, thanks. I should fling around fake spells more often.” She responded, laughing. Septima admired the bear as he spoke to her, her smile easily sticking to her face. “Oh, Merlin. The amount of time I tried to get this... It’s definitely rigged.” She shook her head and looked over at him. “Oh, man. My best advice is to keep trying until you win. It’s probably set up so that you give up after ten tries, when you could probably win the eleventh.”

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ravencrouch:

Barty had gone to the party, for a good while, but he’d been bored, honestly. He thought about what Septima had said, about coming with her to the market, and he’d told her that he might meet her there.  That sounded like a good idea, to him.  He just, he’d basically walked in and decided, he didn’t feel like being at the party and fuck what his father thought about social status.  It was just…so boring.

He looked around, before he finally spotted her, and she looked so excited and he smiled at her, before going over to her, getting rid of the ridiculous tie, shoving it in his pocket. “I did see that. You did good. I officially was over the stuffy party.”

Septima grinned at him. She hadn’t seen him yet that night, but it was good to see his face. She did an excited little dance for a moment before bringing the bear back to her hip. She waved at him with the teddy bear’s hand. “Oh, I’m sure we’re going to have far more fun here.”

She smiled. “Who all was there?” She asked curiously. Giving him a once over, she noticed the tie hanging out of his pocket. She took it out and hung it around her neck. “Do this up for me? I want to look like a stud.”

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ravencrouch:

He smiled at her. “Yes, your eyes only. I think I’m finally comfortable with this, your eyes only thing. It was weird at first, going from us just being friends, but I’m quite fond of it, really and you.”  He shrugged. “Yeah a bit. I mean, I don’t know. I just, sometimes I just feel kind of like an outside around them anyway, since I’m a Ravenclaw and I don’t know, my power is a bit weird lately.”  He then reached out his hand, urging her to come closer. “Yeah? You think I could? I just have been having weird urges, so I’m trying to avoid the whole let’s all do horrible things pureblood thing.”

She looked at him with a playfully raised brow. “You thought it was weird?" Septima laughed. She’d thought it was the most natural thing in the world. She gave a nod as she watched him. She could understand why he felt that way. “Well, Houses are for friendly competition and getting to know like-minded people. It doesn’t mean that you’re fundamentally different from other Houses.” Sometimes House pride was taken too far. “What do you mean?”

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Septima grinned and pumped her fists in the air as she won the game. She’d been shooting with a fake wand at some balloons, and after six attempts, she’d finally won. “Yes, I’d like that one,” she said to the person working the booth, who was looking incredibly bored.

He handed over the large teddy bear and she held it over her head excitedly for a moment before resting it on her hip. “Did you see that? Yes! I’ve been trying forever to get this thing!”

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ravencrouch:

He smiled at her. “I think you’d enjoy that more than she did, but that you know, would not be okay with her.”  He didn’t mind going with her. It’d be fun, or something.  “I got an invite to the Lestrange party, but I don’t know if I’m going to go. That’s just…a lot of them, at once.”

“Oh, I’d enjoy that quite a bit. Though, no one else needs to see what you have going on. My eyes only,” she said possessively. “I didn’t get one,” Septima said with a shrug. She wasn’t all that bothered, though she knew her mother was. “Does it make you nervous? You could always come to the Christmas Market with me instead.”

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ravencrouch:

Barty knew his mum would be perfectly content with Septima staying over, for most of the holidays. He knew that she could go back and forth, but she was welcome to stay with him, when her mum got to be too much for him.  His mum liked her. His father was..his father and they’d seen him when they first got there, but it had been brief, despite his father giving him a look, and pointing out that he wasn’t trying hard, about something. But, he’d not exactly told his parents they were more than friends now. The last thing he wanted was for them to be watched, now.  Now, he was glad they could relax, with the door shut. He was sitting on his bed and he glanced over at her.

“We still need to figure out what I’m wearing to this wedding, you know.” 

Septima grinned at him. She was wandering about his room like she usually did. It was pretty much just something to entertain her mind as they hung out. “You could always go nude. I’m sure mum would love that,” she laughed. Her grey bridesmaid dress was atrocious, and she wasn’t happy to be wearing it.

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Septima had been on her way to a shop. She’d already done her Christmas shopping, but her mother had given her a few pounds to go out and buy something for herself. Mostly, she thought, her mother just wanted her out of the house. Which was more than fine with her.

She was walking on the sidewalk, watching people bustle past, when a Muggle car had skirted past her, launching some slush onto her long coat. She’d hid her face, but still found herself half-drenched by it. Letting out an outraged noise, she shouted after the car. “You fucking prick!”

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lucxmalfoy:

Lucius bit back another rude comment because he knew it wouldn’t get him anywhere. He sighed, picking his quill back up. “This makes absolutely no sense.”

Septima shrugged. “Tell that to the professors. That was pretty much the first lesson they taught me when becoming a tutor. Shove the material down their throats. Obnoxious, I know.”

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amalialazaro:

“You would think people would learn to not mention it around her but maybe they’re doing it to bully her. Do you believe that she can actually see things?” While Amalia wasn’t the first to believe Sybil was an actual seer, a part of her did believe in the girl’s abilities. While students seemed to pester her for predictions, Amalia remembered a class where their professor explained that true prophecies came when they were needed the most. 

A laugh and the air around them seemed to change to one that was much more relaxed than it had been before. “It’s like they have a super power for time management and don’t share it. Kinda rude really.” She moved a little closer to Septima, smiling but willing to move away if she wanted her to. “You would think that but they don’t. There’s also enough House Elves here to do it too but you don’t see them in detention either.” 

Septima shrugged. “Plenty of bullies around here, it wouldn’t surprise me.” Lately, she’d been realizing that people just weren’t as naturally good as she’d once thought, and hoped. It was a disturbing realization, truthfully. “Probably. I think Arithmancy is more factual than a lot of Divination, but it’s probably fifty-fifty with her.”

She rolled her eyes. “Tell me about it. Barty would get off my ass about being an underachiever, either.” Septima sighed. “I’m sure there’s a spell out there, but they keep them less clean just to torture us. Suppose they need something to keep students busy. House elves have plenty to deal with.”

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ravencrouch:

“That is very true. I meant it when I said, I can s how you some things, if you like.”  He smiled at her, wrapping his arms around her. He was still getting used to this with them. It was new, but it was good. It was what he wanted. “No, he doesn’t. He’ll get his one day.”  He pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “I told a girl the other day, threesomes would be cool. I mean, I was joking but I said that.”

“Oh, sure, I give in,” she said, somewhat defeated. Septima would have to learn sooner or later, anyhow. “Yes, he will.” She wasn’t a fan of violence, but some people deserved it. His father, namely. She pulled away a little to look at him with a frown. “What, does she want to have a threesome now?”

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ravencrouch:

“Yeah, but it’s not as strong as I would like. It’s kind of boring, really. Just a simple jynx, really.”  He smiled at her. “Now, you know that sort of talk about doing your homework, you know that’s my favorite talk. Would you believe me if I said I didn’t do mine? My father sent me another howler so I refused to do it, to make a point.”

“Practice makes better.” Practice rarely made perfect, but it helped, she supposed. “Merlin, I shouldn’t have even brought it up. My mistake, I suppose.” Septima sighed and pulled him in for a hug. “Good for you, Barty. Your father doesn’t deserve to have you as a son.”

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ravencrouch:

He shrugged. “Nothing. I was just trying something, a spell..of sorts.”  He nodded. “I’m good, just bored and all. You know..” He smiled when she stepped closer and he pulled her a bit closer. “I missed you, you know. I mean, I know I could have found you, and all, but we’re doing that thing, where we’re allowed to miss each other now, right?”

“Of sorts? Oo,” she said with raised brows. Septima grinned at him as he moved closer, enjoying his presence. “You’re free to miss me as much as you want. I missed you too. Sorry I’ve been scarce the past few days, I’ve been actually keeping up with my homework for once. Don’t expect it to last, though.”