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chrismacmillan:

       “I see.” he simply shook his head while taking a moment to think of a response. “Eh, don’t do it if you don’t want to. there’s nothing like false sincerity.” he offered with a light shrug. “And no offense, but your aunt seems like an annoying woman.”

       “She’s hurt and he was the most beloved member in the family. She’s entitled to be annoying.” Sybella jumped in her aunt’s defense. “But I wish she understood if she wants something heartfelt about her brother, she ought to write it herself, because none of that is ever coming from me.”

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hxrperx:

“Well you definitely shouldn’t be forced to write anything, but maybe just a little blurb would make your aunt leave you alone?” 

        “Sounds fair, but nothing nice, or kind, or even loving is gonna come out of my quill and if she expects me to do that then... they’re in for a nasty surprise. I didn’t even know the man, for fuck’s sake. Why should I write something about someone I don’t care about?”

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rudyshlongbottom:

“it seems good enough for me,” rudy said with a shrug, “i mean it’s short, sweet, honest and eloquent hits all the boxes.” 

       “I wouldn’t know about sweet. But everything else? Yeah, I think I’m pretty eloquent.” She granted, one hand in her hip as she looked far off in the distance as though she had had an epiphany. “Any reason why you look particularly disheveled today, there pal?”

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milesflint:

     “Shit, sounds like an acceptable answer for me. Write it down and sent it to her. You’ll be able to go a few days without gettin’ a howler, at least.”

       “Doesn’t it? But then what? When I get that Howler, what do I do? See, I’m not exactly looking forward to have her yelling at me in front of others. I mean, not for me, but I can’t figure out why she likes embarrassing herself like that. Aunts, right?”

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» Mᴏᴏᴅʙᴏᴀʀᴅ 001/__: Sybella; The Good, the bad and the ugly.

    ❝ There’s really not much to say, unless you want me to start from the beginning. If so, oh deary, you’re in for a treat.      See, I was born in the midst of an ancient half-blood family that, for some reason, values love above all things. My father was the oldest of 8 siblings, he married young, and his wife died during childbirth along with his baby. What about me? You may ask. Well, I wasn’t his wife’s baby, no. I was the product of a rather lame relationship from which my mother escaped as soon as I was born.

     As for my father, well, he sorta… I don’t know how to put this but uh, his youngest sister found him dead in his home. He didn’t slip and hit his head though, he put himself out of his misery. And me? The unnamed, unbaptised baby that was crying upstairs with no consolation whatsoever, went straight to live with my aunt, the one who found my father’s body.      Worse thing that could’ve happened.      Don’t get me wrong. My aunt is an amazing woman, with a hell of an amazing gift to write but, just like my father, she’s bitter over a love that couldn’t be despite how much she tried. Growing up listening to her crying, knowing there wasn’t much I could do to make things better wasn’t my favourite thing to do, but she wasn’t always sad. Some days she’d wake me up with The Beatles, and she’d cook pastries for us both, and we’d spend the day playing or going through my pre-Hogwarts education. Those days were alright, I think.

     On the days when she couldn’t drag herself out of bed, I’d go with my grandparents; lovely people. They taught me all of the crap I know about the lamest family to ever exist. I don’t believe much in any of their family lore, and they say it’s because I do not carry their name. See, I carry my mother’s, since my father asked in his will that I was not given his name. My aunt says it’s because he loved me enough not to curse me like that but come on… the man didn’t even bother to give me a name before he passed. My aunt chose Sybella for me. Thought it was sweet. I don’t think finding out I’m far too vulgar for my size did her any good, but at least I manage to make her laugh.

     I think the hardest time was when I turned eleven, and we all knew I’d be coming to Hogwarts. Dad was the aunt’s favourite brother, and knowing she couldn’t be here to protect me from anyone that tried to hurt me in the same way she was hurt, well… it affected her a lot. The rest of the family had to tag along that september 1st, fearing that she’d throw herself to the tracks running behind me. I don’t think I’ve ever cared about anyone the way I care about her feelings. Seeing her so tired and devastated made me feel miserable, but there wasn’t much of an option. School was right ahead of me, and I’d see her during the holidays, right? It still doesn’t get better, we’re always a teary mess whenever I have to go.

     Pathetic.

     I was sorted into Ravenclaw. I’m the second family member to ever be sorted in said house, right after my aunt. The rest were either Hufflepuffs or Gryffindors, but oh well… here we were. I can’t say I was very interested in Academics though, I think I was sorted into Ravenclaw merely because I think with my head instead of my gut or my heart but who knows, really? All I’m really outstanding in is boy chasing and even there, I’m lacking.

     I love men. I love men so much I’m pretty sure I’m never going to be able to settle for one. I love them so, so much I don’t let heartbreak interfere with the chase. I’m a little indifferent, but I have been heartbroken once or twice, nothing the Aunt needs to know about. If she knows I’m sure I’ll never hear the end of it. Long story short: I should only let myself fall in love for someone who’s willing to take the fall for me as much as I would for him.

     This family and its laws are frankly ridiculous.

    I wouldn’t complain about feeling a little less like a used rag at times, though.

     Anything else you’d like to know, feel free to ask right away. ❞

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chrismacmillan:

        “I mean, if you don’t want to write the thing, then don’t write the thing. Why is it so important to your aunt anyway? It’s not like he’ll care. he’s dead. Unless he’s a ghost. He isn’t a ghost, is he?”

       “... The family’s a group of maniacs?” She explained at first, fidgeting momentarily with the holder of her camera before looking at him again. “No. Luckily he isn’t. If he was... you bet I wouldn’t even attempt to write anything good. I guess it matters so much to her because he was her favorite sibling? And I went to live with her after he killed himself. She expects something, I suppose?”

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chrismacmillan:

        “Are death anniversaries really a thing?” a curious sigh left his lips. “And do I even want to know why you hate your father? Honestly all of this was too confusing.” 

       “I said exactly the same thing when I was like six or seven. Apparently they are a thing for my family, at least. I just think it makes no sense to ask someone who didn’t even know the guy to write something touching about him. First, because again, I didn’t know him and second... I’m pretty sure any nice thing I say will be a lie.”

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       “So, my aunt wanted me to write something for my father’s death anniversary. Apparently, ‘I hate the guy, write something yourself’ is not an appropriate answer.”

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orizabini:

                                 ❛ prefects, right spoil sports. there’s a few ways around                                     them, if you’re ever up to hiding behind a tapestry or                                    two.  ❜

        the other girl’s misgivings leave a humoured quirk on her         lips, and oriana raises an arm, tilting her head towards the         offered side of the oversized blanket which dwarfs her          tiny frame.                                    ❛ when can I ever sleep? should just drag all my stuff                                     up here and call it quits. stars or no, i feel more…                                     grounded out here, a little in the present ❜

        “Eh. I don’t really care that much for them, you know? You either learn to hide or you’re left without alcohol... or dick.” She partially joked, partially told with a straight face as she leaned against the rails of the tower, looking down. That familiar tickling in her stomach making her look up, then at Oriana, moving in closer and circling the girl’s waist with her own arm. 

          “Grounded.” Sybella snorted. “Nah, I know what you mean. I often come here when I have homework of three months waiting to get done in time for deadlines. Happens way too often for my liking, if I’m honest. I don’t even know what they leave us assignments for. Not all of us are ending up working at a hospital or at the Ministry, or at a desk somewhere. Do they know?”

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orizabini:

         the altitude of the astronomy tower leaves the autumn air          frigid to her skin; raising goose-flesh along the exposed           surface of her arms. with a shudder from toes to finger           tips, oriana pulls the thick blue blanket tighter across slender          hunched shoulder. it would be easy to wave a hand and            cast a heating charm, but she wanted the briskness of the           chill to her skin. each gust of wind knocking the stuffy cotton           balls of sleeplessness away from the surface of her mind.          it’s the creak of the door which makes her look back, not          finding enough worry to scrounge up, to feel guilty about           being out past common curfew.                                      ❛ come to fetch me inside? or do you want a smoke                                      too? cus if it’s any business darker than that, you’re                                      outer luck - the tower’s charmed; couldn’t even throw                                      a stick off here without it shooting back up again.❜

       “Yeah... Not tonight, Ori. I just ran out of someone’s room, and coming this way was the easiest to get rid of the prefect shining their wand my way. I lost them two floors down ago.” Sybella granted, rubbing her eyes in an attempt to fully wake herself up. She had been fooling around, ended up falling in the person’s bed and long story short here she was. Not really liking having to sleep clothed, but also not wanting to be completely naked in someone else’s bed... there wasn’t much to do but to return to her own tower; with a teeny tiny stop at the Astronomy tower.

       “You? Couldn’t sleep? The night isn’t particularly starry right now. Either that or the prefect’s blinded me momentarily. Any way... What’s going on with you?” The night breeze made her shiver but she decided to fully ignore it, for now.

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Introducing lady number II:

( ELIZABETH OLSEN ) ⤬ There goes SYBELLA COLLINGWOOD. I hear they’re EIGHTEEN, a SEVENTH YEAR. Would you believe SHE really is a RAVENCLAW? At least, I’ve heard they’re CAREFREE and SUPPORTIVE, but they also seem somewhat COLD and SELF-LOATHING. For a HALF-BLOOD, I think they’re alright, but you never know.

Ice and Fire princess. Depends on what your relationship is with her. She’s very friendly and warm, and funny, but she doesn’t really like people growing too fond of her romantically. 

This stems from her family being literally cursed: love is either a blessing or a curse for them. Those abandoned or left behind end up withering, sometimes magicless. Sybella’s afraid of love for that same reason, not wanting to end up like several family members; her father included. 

Her father committed suicide when she was six months old. She was the product of a meaningless relationship he sustained after his first wife, the actual love of his life, died while giving birth. From that moment on, Sybella went under the care of the youngest of her father’s sisters. 

Sybella’s a super gifted photographer, always snapping pictures left and right. So far she’s decided that’s what she wants to do once she’s done with Hogwarts.

She’s had several friends with benefits but she makes sure no one sticks along for too long. She can deal with pointless adoration being thrown her way. The problem starts when the guys expect to get something from that professed admiration when they’ve been told, several times already, that they’re losing their time. 

Lounges half-naked in her home. A lot. 

Talks shit about her family, but she’s the only one who can do it. Don’t try her. 

Not gonna lie. She likes shady dudes.