#polarisstarter

[polarisjeanne]

How anyone could stay at this land-locked mess of a school for too long completely baffles Ginny. There’s the obvious answer, that most of the other students here haven’t spent three decades living under water and are perfectly used to dry skin and lung breathing, but Ginny isn’t here for obvious answers. The lake on school grounds really is her saving grace. Or at least it is most days, when her favorite spot right on the edge of the water is unoccupied. Today though, someone else has taken up residence in her perfect spot, and she needs to mentally count to seventeen (ten just doesn’t cut it). You don’t own the lake. “Hey.” Despite her most mediocre efforts, she can’t fake too friendly a tone. “Do you... mind if I sit here too?” If they said no, she was going to do it anyway. But manners.

[polarisleigh]

“You do realize this area of the school is off limits to students, right?”

[polarisashley]

texts || eloise & open

ELOISE: whew, i need a stiff one

ELOISE: ... a drink, stiff drink

ELOISE: well actually

ELOISE: either’s fine

ELOISE: anyway i spent today helping carmen clean the “i like butts” graffiti that someone (me, it was me, uncursed) spray painted on galatea last week to try and drown my sorrows by way of doing good!!!! but it didn’t work, pls send stiff ones

[polarisamy]

TEXT 📲 SAM ⮂ [open]

SAM: Do you think that there's any secret societies on campus?

SAM: I saw a weird looking brick that I want to push. It could totally hide a tunnel

[polarisricki]

“You’ve been obsessing for ten minutes,” Chao interrupts bluntly, flipping the page in her book and letting her fingers graze the Braille. “You’re going to hyperventilate if you don’t chill out a little. I mean...” Beneath the table, the heel of her foot taps lightly against the ground and the world paints itself in vivid detail behind unseeing eyes. She looks up to her companion before their image fades again. “Is it really that serious?”

[icarusdesign]

text | joanna + open.

JOANNA: I'm starting a petition: it's for The Neighbourhood to stop calling me out.

[polarislaura]

“Listen, Charms is the foundational course for all wizards and witches! It serves no one in things like Dark Arts or Defensive Magic if you’re just...waving your wands around like feather dusters not knowing how to use them properly! So quit it with the belly aching and study for your damned midterm!  In the meantime, to my fellow faculty members, it’s wine o’clock, and happy Friday!”

[polarisbri]

The Outsider

There was a bit of a grieving period over the fact that he couldn’t smoke indoors. Currently he was in the ‘anger’ and ‘denial’ stage and wondered if he could still smoke in the bathroom but figured that wizards had a bit of an upgraded ‘alarm’ system for that kind of thing.  Instead, he sat with his knee bouncing and chewing his nails.  The coffee he had didn’t help anything. In fact, he just felt far more tense and painfully sober.  When there were footsteps down the hall to the common room of the “Fire” group, he sat up and wiped his palms on his knees. He had no idea what acting “natural” was like anymore.  He’d make eye contact with whoever rounded the corner.  As per usual, he didn’t looked spooked as much as constantly on the defense. His eyebrows were slightly knit and he looked about ready to say something rude.  But instead it was just a tense “Sup?” and a head nod.   His mind was still swimming with all of the promises(threats) about how he needed to behave himself or else.  He’d been threatened by law enforcement before and three hots and a cot never bothered him but these folks seemed to have a different version of ‘or else’ that he didn’t understand and was still wary of. 

[polarisricki-a]

“—-How do you feel about taking a trip with me? Come with me and I’ll pay you in whatever way you choose. Money, a favor, protection... anything you can think of.”

[polarisjeanne]

Whoever decided that hers was a fire element was clearly mistaken. Or maybe it was the years with the troupe that has Verity appreciating the feel of earth under her bare feet, the curve of the archery bow she’d borrowed from the castle. The barely-there smell of a cooking meal coming from somewhere just on the other side of the grove. Wind on her face. Everything that wasn’t allowed to exist beneath The Big Top. She could never have done this before — a bow and arrows instead of knives, a crudely drawn target on a tree instead of a randomly selected audience participant. She can’t even tell if she’s enjoying the sport or simply the choice she made to be here right.

Free. That’s the word Verity wants to use, but she’s nervous. As though saying it, thinking it, allowing the idea to exist, is enough to steal it away.

The sound of approaching footsteps is enough to make her release the bow, shooting the arrow too far left of the target — and oh, how incredible is it, to be allowed to miss. Verity spins on her heel to face the visitor, grinning. She’s found that she rather enjoys smiling so wide that her cheeks hurt. “You threw me off!” There are two arrows already in the tree, so close they may as well be one. But all Verity cares about is the one that crash landed in the dirt. “Thank you!”

[polarisleigh]

“You could watch where you’re going.”

[polarisashley]

Mimi needs to stop getting drunk and tweeting on her private shitposting account. It’s what got her into trouble to begin with, why she can only write strict facts without potentially dire consequences, And yet, every time she drinks whiskey, without fail, she spends the next day dealing with annoying consequences. 

It turns out that tweeting “I want everything I drink to be vodka and everything I eat to be the perfect chaser” is neither funny content nor a pleasant reality when you bite into a Red Bull flavored waffle.

Needless to say, it’s early, she’s still a little drunk, and tweeting “jk never mind don’t want that” doesn’t reverse it, apparently. She plops down at a table where someone’s already sitting, desperate, and sets down her half-empty mug of coffee-vodka. “Hey. Are you, uh. Good at this whole...” Mimi swirls her finger in the air. “Magic thing?” 

[polarismina]

open.jinwoo

“so let met get this straight,” jinwoo said, raising an eyebrow. “you decided that out of everyone here, i would be the best person to ask this?” not that his opinion shouldn’t be valued, but certainly there were people better suited for something like this than him. “are you sure?”

[polarislili]

Being way, way too codependent with her boyfriend, paired with the fact that he was always in such high demand, Kristy found herself aimlessly wandering the hallways until his return, completely high out of her mind, and in desperate need of something to do other than pouting about Wesley. “Oh!” Kristy called the second she caught sight of another person in her general area. “Hey, I need your help.” Quickly, she approached, fingers grasping gently onto their sleeve. “Well, actually, I don’t,” Kristy chuckled, no intentions of letting go, “I’m just super bored, and my boyfriend has basically disowned me, and I need entertainment. So...”

[polarisricki]

texts | wren & [open]

WREN: Hi. I know this is asking a lot, but I need to make a run into town tomorrow and it would be great if I didn't have to go alone. Are you busy?

WREN: If you are, it's fine! Please don't worry.

WREN: Actually, please forget I asked. I'm sorry, that was incredibly rude of me to ask.

WREN: Hi. How are you?

[icarusdesign]

text ➳ 𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘢 & 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯.

LAILA: hey, question real quick

LAILA: are dogs allowed on campus? if anyone asks, i am definitely asking for a friend and not because i'm going to sneak this adorable little fluffer in either way

LAILA: i think we've bonded :')