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sturgispvdmvre·:

By the time Sturgis spotted the girl, he already had far too many drinks to be a reasonable person. He wouldn’t say he was drunk, but Lily was good at convincing him to drink more, particularly when he was upset. And after what had happened with Remus, he certainly was. But seeing her woke up something else in him. And suddenly, his little fight with his boyfriend was relayed to the back of his mind, the incident with Mae coming back to his mind. It wasn’t long until he made a beeline for the other, gritting his teeth as he did so.

“You.” The word rolled off his tongue with a groan. If it wasn’t clear by the look on his face that he was angry, his tone was making it obvious. “You-” He started, but hos eyes were drawn away for a moment as he spotted Mary in the distance. This was her night, he didn’t want to ruin it by causing a scene, so he tried to keep his voice lower when he spoke again. “How could you do that?” He snapped his attention back to her. He knew it wasn’t entirely the anger speaking, but also the alcohol, but if she’d been a guy, he might have punched her right there. So much for not causing a scene.

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Clydeane was only about two drinks in, still pondering her encounter with Mae. Was the other girl really that upset about Deanie leaving early that morning? The Gryffindor got that it was probably rash, leaving like that, but something about waking up with her friend curled against her had made her stomach churn. Still, it had been light out, and she knew the spot was decently deserted. Mae had been fine. But, as she saw the middle Podmore stalking her way, she wasn’t sure she would be. It had been a while since she’d been hit in the face, but something told her that was a strong possibility that’s how this conversation could end. “Stu, it’s not that big of a deal.” She could smell the alcohol on his breath, though he didn’t seem all that drunk. “Look, I get you’re her brother, but this is between Mae and I. She’ll talk to me when she’s ready.” It was weird how Mae had iced her out. She’d only done this once before, when they broke up... but this was worse. She looked away from Stu, looking for Mae in the crowd. “You should go back to your boyfriend, yeah? We’ll talk about this when you’re sober, man.”

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a fun red two piece outfit seemed fitting for a big gryffindor wedding, but with a punky edge. no bra for her, but a fun strappy but of underwear that she’s fully expecting will be seen by someone before the night is through.

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mugglebcrnmary·:

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Laughter left Mary’s lips as she sipped her drink, eyes roaming the festivities around her. Her thumb mindlessly playing with the ring now on her finger, the smile wide on her features. Ever since they’d decided to get married, the smile had never left Mary’s lips and she was the happiest she’d been.

She’d been watching her husband as he talked to someone, smiling fondly. It was only until she vaguely heard someone say something that she turned to see someone standing besides her. “Oh, sorry, I— yeah I have no excuse, I was too busy staring at Sirius.” She admitted with a grin.

“--I get it, Mary. Have to stop myself from checking out his arse now,” Clydeane teased, obviously joking. Sirius was... attractive, but not quite her type. Mary could have him. Her cheeks were already a soft red from the alcohol she’d been drinking, and she reached for her friend’s hand, squeezing it. “You two are good together, but I’m still a little heartbroken you’re leaving me behind. We’re no longer the broke girls. You’re rich.”

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vivianvane‌:

“Good,” Vivian teased with a grin. “Thanks, Deanie, I try my best,” She joked, cheeks flushing slightly at the girl’s comment. “Oh you definitely can’t say no to me, it should be illegal,” Vivian laughed softly, taking a sip of her drink and grimacing at the taste. “Not entirely sure yet, why, got any bright ideas?”

Clydeane took a long sip from the cup, only grimacing slightly as she pulled away from it. Pretty as Vivian was, unless she was trying to get her wasted, she was shit at pouring drinks. Still, a drink was a drink, and she wasn’t one to turn anything down. “I don’t know if we can make it truly illegal, but I’ll put in a word with Dumbledore to see if it can be a school rule. That should suffice.” A sly grin curled up in the corner of her lips. “I can think of a few things, but it’d be more fun for me than you.” She took another sip of her drink. “Anyone tried to dance with you tonight, or have you invited a bunch of cowards to celebrate?”

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emrysabbott‌:

Being back was fucking weird. Everyone that had walked through those doors had pretty much looked at him as if he was a ghost – though, technically he supposed he was. After being asked a hundred and one questions he didn’t know the answer to, he’d found himself slipping back into unconsciousness. 

Until now, a groan slipped from his lips as he blinked at the harsh lights of the hospital wing, a familiar figure watching him. As she spoke, a grin slipped on to his lips. “Deanie,” he murmured, opening his eyes to look at her. “You’re a sight for very sore eyes.”

Clydeane didn’t know quite how to respond as Emrys smiled at her--until she heard his lame attempt at a joke. That she knew how to react to. She laughed, head shaking as she checked out his chart. “Oh, you’re incredibly lucky to get such a hot healer. Better me than Nott, you know?” While she had to admit, Stefan was decently physically attractive, his piss poor politics made him rather ugly in her eyes. She tutted lightly, pulling the chart from her eyes. “You’ve really done a number on yourself this time, but that’s alright. We’ll get you back to being the second hottest Abbott in no time,” she teased with a wink. 

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maeflxwers‌:

Maelie shook her head slightly when she saw Clydeane, seeing just the denim jacket wrapped around her. “Are you not freezing?” She asked first, moving closer and to the blanket before obediently sitting down next to her. “The bottle is perfectly fine.” Once she was seated and comfortable, she reached for her tote bag, pulling out a small container - and, once she’d opened the lid, she revealed two homemade cinnamon buns. “We’ve got lots of sweet shit tonight.” She teased softly, smoothing down her skirt as she crossed her legs. “You were right, though.” Her voice had changed slightly, as she turned her gaze up to the sky. “It’s a beautiful night.”

“Nah, Mae. I don’t get cold easily.” Clydeane was pretty comfortable where she was, both in temperature and in her position on the blanket. One leg crossed towards her, one sticking out lazily in front of her. Wine bottle in hand, she watched as Mae pulled out the sweet treat she packed her. With eyes wider than her stomach, she picked up the container to smell the sweet cinnamon. “Are they both for me?” she teased, eyebrows waggling ridiculously as she did. Reluctantly, she put the sweets back down, holding out the wine bottle to Mae. She was about to make some joke that it was ladies first when Mae commented on their surroundings. “Yeah,” she agreed, her voice calmer than it had been a moment ago. “It was always beautiful here, though... Do you remember that first night we went skinny dipping, babe? The full moon had the water shining like silver.” It had been the second most beautiful thing she’d seen that night.

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halfdavies·:

Seeing Clydeane, and being reminded of the first time they met–how she’d forgone a greeting in favor of complimenting his ass–he couldn’t help the small uptick of the corner of his mouth. “If that’s the case, may I take your photo, Crewe?” He felt a little guilty for the playful banter, but still raised the camera again, a questioning look on his face.

“Hmm, I’ll have to think about that,” Clydeane teased, more than a little happy to see the man before her smile a little. He looked better like that, though she couldn’t deny she loved a brooding man at the best of times. Her smile only grew into a true Cheshire grin as she kept him waiting, before she nodded. “Only because there’s good lighting and you need something to take home over the break. Don’t want you to miss me.” She winked at him.

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maeflxwers·:

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Maelie was more than happy to receive the note from Clydeane telling her to meet her at “their spot.” The two of them hadn’t met there in a long time, at least not at night. Although she knew her family wouldn’t like her going out to the woods that late at night, she knew of ways to keep them from even finding out. Besides, she could disapparate now - it wasn’t like she’d have to sneak out the window and walk there like when she was in her sixth year. She and Clydeane would both have their wands, everything would be fine. By the time she’d finished pulling her hair into a messy bun, packing a small bag of goodies, and grabbing a blanket for them to sit on, it was already a minute or two later than Clydeane had suggested they meet. “Oh, gosh…” She muttered and quickly pulled her shoes onto her feet, before disapparating to the clearing by the lake. She blinked out at the view, before turning around, spotting the real view right in front of her. “Hi.” She said softly, a small smile perking up the corners of her lips.

Clydeane knew she’d wanted to see Mae at some point during the break. Despite their rather messy connection, and despite how Deanie’s feelings for Mae always teetered into areas they shouldn’t, she knew she couldn’t handle not seeing the youngest Podmore for the rest of the month. So the idea had come to her easily enough--get Mae in an easy to remember spot, offer to bring the wine, and sneak some cheap vodka in a special flask she kept on her. She’d apparated there early, only her jean jacket keeping her warm from the elements, and set up the blanket she’d brought for them. Mae didn’t deserve to sit on cold grass. And she waited... and waited... Until she heard a decently loud pop, and the girl she’d been waiting for was there. “Hey, babe.” She smiled, patting the spot next to her with her free hand and holding up the wine bottle in the other. “It’s that sweet shit you like. Hope you don’t mind, but I didn’t pack glasses, so we’re gonna have to drink from the bottle.”

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Andrew hadn’t been much of people person recently, choosing to spend his time down by the Black Lake, distracting himself with a book or some homework. This time, he chose his camera–a muggle one his parents had gotten for him years ago–and was photographing whatever he found interesting. He was looking through the lens, turning around to find a good subject for a photo when someone walked into frame. “Huh,” he said, looking up from his camera. “I figured everyone would be up in the Great Hall for dinner.”

Clydeane had decided to stay a few extra days at Hogwarts before returning home for the holidays, thinking it might be a good time to sneak around parts of the campus where she might have typically been stopped by prefects. However, it seemed like several people had a similar idea, leaving the castle still decently filled with students of all sorts. It had all felt too... crowded, so she skipped dinner, finding herself out by the Black Lake and, surprisingly, in front of the Davies boy. “Well, you’re certainly a sight for very sore eyes,” she teased, moving a little closer. Andrew was a friend of Mae’s, a rather pretty one, and she couldn’t see the harm in flirting with him a little every time she saw him. “You know, if you wanted a photo of me, you simply needed to ask, love.”

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finestra task 003 | clydeane elizabeth crewe, modern au, social media --> instagram

ft. maelie podmore, elodie nott, emrys abbott

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nottinmorte·:

“I…I’m sorry,” she said quietly, shaking her head. Elodie took a deep breath, willing that stupid blush to go away, but knowing it likely wouldn’t budge with the other girl standing so close to her. “I get like-like this sometimes…I’m use to be-being invisible.” She forced herself to look up at Clydeane, though she instantly regretted it when her hand brushed her hip and her breath hitched again. She was thoroughly embarrassed, but she knew she needed someone to look at it. “O-Okay,” Elodie said with a nod, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Oh, I don’t think you’re invisible, Elodie.” Clydeane was a little amused with her shy nature, offering the girl a sly smile. “I see you quite clearly right now.” While most people talked about the elder Nott, she was quite surprised to find that the younger felt invisible when she was, perhaps, one of the most gorgeous women Deanie had ever seen. She bit back a smirk as Elodie caught her gaze, hearing her breath catch. Her eyes watched as Elodie gently bit her lip, trained there for a moment before glancing back up to her eyes. “I’m assuming you’d want to go somewhere a little more... private, given the placement of the scar. Perhaps towards the showers, since they’re close?”

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violcteyes‌:

“…and really, no one even talks about how important it is to have a female in power! We’ve only had males in charge for decades and look where that’s brought us.” Emmeline finished her tirade, her cheeks a little pink from the lack of air during her speech. She deflated slightly when she looked at the person across from her. “Oi, were you even listening?” She asked with a frown, leaning back against her chair and crossing her arms.

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“Ignore them, babes.” Clydeane leaned forward onto the table, more than a little intrigued by the black-haired beauty in front of her. “I completely agree. It’s bullshit. But have you considered... no one gets the power.” Whether it was taken as her playing Devil’s Advocate or simply her political opinion, she didn’t care. She was just curious to hear her response. “Ever consider that?”

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nottinmorte·:

She always felt a little awkward when people complimented her, and those compliments usually consisted of a family friend saying they liked her dress or a classmate saying they liked her hair, never anything as blunt as what Clydeane was saying. “I-I’ve been doing it myself since I’ve been out of the hospital wing…” As if it was possible, Elodie blushed even deeper, a dark shade of pink rising to her cheeks with an accompanying heat as she avoided eye contact. Her shoulder was fine to have other people look at, but the cut on her hip was a whole other slightly indecent story. “You—I mean, um—I can handle the-the, um…” Elodie kicked herself for stumbling over her words so much. “The salve…if you don’t-If you’re just being nice…”

Clydeane laughed as Elodie became more flustered, the blush on her cheeks an impossibly red color. “I’m sorry,” she apologized, moving to cover her mouth in some attempt to calm herself. “You’re just so damn cute when you blush like that, you know. Relax, Elodie.” She moved a hair closer, her own amusement subsiding enough to get another word in. “I’m being nice... and I’m being serious. I can look at that mark on your hip for you,” she said, leaning forward to gentle graze the area she remembered it being. “Unless you’re not comfortable. I promise I can be professional about it and not make you blush... too much.” She winked.

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nottinmorte·:

She tensed slightly as Clydeane moved closer, unaware that she was holding her breath until the small compliment caused her to release it. “I…thanks?” Elodie smiled softly, never having been one to know how to react to compliments. She relaxed as soon as Clydeane switch subjects to something easier for her to talk about. “They’re healing well–only a few more salves and I bet they’ll be practically gone, I think. It’s a bit more difficult to gauge when it’s yourself.”

Clydeane hadn’t spent much time looking at the younger Nott before, but now that she had Elodie before her, a flushing mess, she couldn’t help but admire her. “Nah, don’t thank me. Someone should be telling you how good you look daily.” She took it that, if the girl couldn’t take a compliment, they might be rare, which was a shame. As cute as the girl looked flustered, Deanie liked how relaxed she looked once the subject changed. Honestly, for as often as she enjoyed flirting with men, there was nothing that could compare to how softly women’s features changed during conversation. “Well, if it’s difficult to gauge, maybe you could get someone to help.” She smirked a little. “I’d be happy to, unless you’d rather your brother.”

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nottinmorte·:

Once she had gathered all her things, Elodie had turned away from the mirror, coming face to face with the other. Her gaze dropped to the floor between them as Clydeane fixed her shirt, only to trace a finger down her collar bone. Her breath hitched, causing her to blush a deeper pink and keep her head down. “I-I–” Elodie stumbled over her words as her mind focused on the touch. “No, it’s not, um, bothering me…”

Clydeane chuckled as Elodie looked down, more than a little amused by her effect on the girl. “You sure?” she asked, letting her touch linger just a little longer before pulling it back. “You know,” she murmured, leaning in as if she was about to tell the petite blonde a secret. “You look even prettier when you’re flustered, blushing like that.” Flashing the girl a wink, she pulled back, smirking softly. “I assume the other scars are healing well, since I haven’t seen you back.” She could remember the marks on the other girl clearly. It had been pretty gnarly, helping out after Valentine’s Day. “Though what else could I expect from a Nott. Seems like you and your brother are invincible, right?”

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Elodie was in the bathroom, the collar of her shirt pulled to the side as she ran a finger gently along the hair-thin scar that ran perpendicular to her collar bone. Valentine’s day seemed so long ago, but the news of Emrys’ reappearance had brought up a few memories. She was still standing in front of the mirror when the door opened, startling her enough that she quickly readjusted her shirt. “I…I was just leaving, sorry.” A light blush colored her cheeks as she started gathering her things in her bag.

“You’re not bothering me, El.” Clydeane was leaning against the doorframe to the bathroom, surprised to find it empty except for the other girl. Then again, unless you were one of the healing majors, it was a weird time of the day to end up near the Hospital Wing. El’s shirt was still slightly askew, and, with a small smile, she approached her, gently moving to fix the shirt. “That scar bothering you anymore?” she asked, finger gently trace where it would’ve been under the shirt. Elodie was, unsprisingly, cute when she blushed. “I can get you some more salve, if you need.”

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a clydeane elizabeth crewe moodboard | 001 --> general musings and first impressions;;

it's like i don't have the patience, or the will power to separate myself from this inundating era i've been dealt

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but we can turn off the lights the sun's coming up no dreams tonight to interrupt. turn off the alarm before it sounds and get out of bed without putting your head down, down

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