#incantare:start

[amesbxncs-blog]

* ∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹ 𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓁𝒾𝒶 ⊹

she’d become a bit reclusive over the last week, holed up in the library with the biggest tomes on law she could find. precisely the sort of mind-numbing activity she’d needed to remain calm rather than give in to abyss that was her temper. but at the promise of a controlled outlet to release some of her annoyance with the world, amelia had been one of the first to sign up.  

she was busy digging through her bag set up against the great hall’s wall when she sensed someone step up behind her, most likely as ready and impatient to start a duel as she was.   ❝  i’ll go easy on you,  ❞   the ravenclaw promised over her shoulder to her opponent, a good-natured laugh tumbling from her lips as she stood to meet them.

[fenwickc-archive]

              ❛     so who’d you vote for   ?     ❜     his brow quirked     ,     elbows resting on the table as his leg tapped along with the music playing     .     he was feeling a bit fearless at the moment     ,     might have been from the bubbly liquid he’d been sipping moments before     .     ❛    well i’ll tell you who i didn’t  vote for          her name starts with emma and ends with vanity     .     ❜

[svcnity]

                   ❛     um     ,     is  there  something  i  can  help  you  with     ?     ❜

[macmilluhn]

＊ beck !

                    the  boy  hung  his  head  in  feigned  shame     .     he’d  lost  yet  again     ;     certainly  god’s  way  of  evening  out  the  odds     .    after  all     ,      he  couldn’t  be  good  at  every  game      .   

                      when  asked  if  he  wanted  to  buy  back  in     ,     beck  shook  his  hand  and  chuckled      .     ❛     'fraid  i  know  when  i’m  beat      .      ❜      he  finished  off  his  drink  and  took  a  stand    ,     tipping  the  dealer  a  galleon  before  shoving  the  remainder  of  what  little  money  he  had  left  in  his  pockets     .       ❛     careful  now     ,      ❜     he  mumbled  in  kind  as  someone  walked  up  to  the  table     ,      ❛     alec  here  is  a  real  ball-buster     .     ❜      the  man  with  the  cards  chuckled  before  turning  back  to  the  game    ,     dealing  out  a  hand  as  beck  eventually  turned  away     .      ❛     who  knows      ?     maybe  you’ll  be  luckier  than  me     .     ❜

[cndromedas-blog]

      GOBLETS OF GIGGLEWATER AND QUICK PULLS OF firewhiskey had helped fuel andromeda’s curiosity of the games that were being played. though she didn’t understand much of what was going on, she’d found herself seated at a table, watching in fascination as the dealer shuffled the deck and quickly, methodically dealt to each player. though she’d already lost some galleons ( and was sure to get in trouble for it later ), she couldn’t help but what to play again, and again  — or at the very least, until she won. with cards now in hand, her dark gaze roved over the different faces and symbols, only to come up stumped. yet again. “is this a good hand?” she asked aloud as someone passed by, leaning in a way that they would be able to see what she was referring to.

[longbottomjr-blog]

Spirit week was something Frank enjoyed immensely, not because he was particularly full of school pride but because it was an excuse to kick back a little, which was something he didn’t do too often. Today was pajama day, and he’d taken that to mean wear whatever you wear to bed. So as he wore most nights Frank was now walking around the castle in just pajama bottoms and no shirt. He knew he had very little time before a teacher spotted him and made him get fully dressed (so he had a shirt ready in his bag) but it was fun for now. Though it did get him a few more glances than usual.

“What? This is what I wear to bed and I just wanted to be accurate.”

[amesbxncs-blog]

* ∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹ 𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓁𝒾𝒶 ⊹

she wasn’t having fun, per se.  the ravenclaw’s light frame was slumped against a corner near the punch bowl. a spot where she’d hoped to catch her breath but had ended up camping in. she couldn’t quite recall when the evening had turned sour, maybe when she’d lost her shoes beneath some unknown table, or when between the weight and heat she’d dumped the armor-like shoulders of her dress fairly early in the ball in favor of comfort. the truth was, her night looked like it had been over before it had even begun. but it was nice never needing to worry the cup currently swirling in loose fingers would empty. the rim of her cup resting against her lip, she noticed movement in her peripheral and quickly dropped her arm, punch spilling over her hand. she found a tilt to her lips, hoping to appear less sullen, or at the very least like she wanted to be there.   ❝  r’you taking a break as well ?  . . . great minds. this is a perfect people watching spot.  ❞

[amesbxncs-blog]

* ∘⡊ ☾ ˚⊹ 𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓁𝒾𝒶 ⊹

in the school’s grand entrance, amelia had taken a pause from the brusque chaos of the castle’s usual morning’s flow to tackle a cork board hung outside the hall’s doors.  between the old hogsmeade announcements and lost and found notices, there was a bright band poster stuck fast with a charm. amelia was busy peeling at the edges and tapping her wand against its corners with different spells in hopes of making a difference. when a student stepped near, whether on purpose or accident, she turned to them, her expression expectant, as if she had been waiting for them all along.   ❛  hi--- morning. can you hold these for a moment ? i’ll be forever in your debt.   ❜   it was hard to tell if she was exaggerating, holding out a stack of flyers with a bold call to arms for the rights of goblins splashed across the top.