And a Lovely Day to You Too ~ Krissi & Poppy
“Yeah? You’re not some wimp like the others..” Poppy replied as she shrugged. The way that the girl started to bad mouth her didn’t make Poppy feel good. “Well, I’m not one of his goons. I’m not stupid like the rest of them,” she stated with the roll of her eyes. She sighed and leaned back on the grass, avoiding the smoke that was hitting her in the face.
“I don’t care, I’m not in Gryffindor, so it doesn’t matter,” Poppy replied as she sighed. The foul stench of the smoke made Poppy’s face cringe. She didn’t like smokers because they polluted the air. They were only killing themselves after all. There was no good in smoking, no matter how good they thought it was.
She watched the girl talk to her arrogantly, but didn’t bother to pay attention. She didn’t care who this girl was, or why she thought she was better then everyone else. That was the attitude she gave off anyways. Poppy looked up at the sky, and ignored the girl as she talked. The sky seemed foggy today, because Poppy was actually looking at the trail of smoke that drifted above her face. She wished that the girl would stop, but asking her to do that would of been suicidal. It wasn’t like the girl cared after all. She was just like Malfoy, and she wondered why she wasn’t in his gang.
Sighing, she pulled out her sunglasses, and put them on. She sighed and sat there in the awkward silence she had created by ignoring the girl. Poppy just lied there not, even bothering too move. Poppy didn’t want to talk to this girl anymore because how how mean she was. Of cure Poppy was mean too, but after her talk with Deacon, she didn’t really have the strength to be mean anymore.
Kristine let her last sentence trail off without even finishing it. It had gotten to the point where she’d realised Poppy wasn’t even listening to her, and as a jibe at her, as well as a test to see if her guess had been correct, she’d started quoting one of the many Muggle author’s she’d grown up with as a halfblood, Dr. Suess. She’d gone on for several minutes, sprouting unintelligible things like ‘…did you ever have the feeling there’s a WASKET in your BASKET?’ and ‘And that ZHELF up on that SHELF - I have talked to him myself.’ And yet, she’d still gotten no response. Pity.
She wasn’t uncomfortable in the silence at all, not one bit - most of her time was spent in silence, and this was no different than any of the others. This was normal. Usual. Expected.
What intrigued her was that Poppy seemed to be wearing a face as if she smelt something particularly foul, like she’d fallen into a heap of dragon dung and hadn’t been allowed to shower for a week, and even then it clung to her. She couldn’t be making such a huge deal out of her cigarette smoke, could she? They were in an open court yard, and the wind did well enough to keep it from clinging to herself, much less the the lounging redhead.
After a small moment longer, she snubbed out the fag and tossed the butt into a garbage bin. Stretching her legs out from hunching over them, she leaned forward a bit to see whether or not Till had fallen asleep or not. “You do know the Gryffindor comment hadn’t been a bad one, right?” She lightly nudged her with her shoeless foot, which she slipped back into her sandal right after.
Anonymous asked:
You and Ace should 'experiment'. I'll watch.
You and Ace should 'experiment'. I'll watch.
You would like that very much, wouldn’t you, Anon?
answered 1 week ago
Anonymous asked:
wrong way you little alcoholic.
wrong way you little alcoholic.
Is there a better way to do it, Anon?
answered 2 weeks ago
this is the starter | krissi
She should’ve been sleeping at that very moment. She should’ve been tucked away in bed, up in the girl’s dormitory of the Ravenclaw tower. But it was raining outside and the continuous tapping - pat, pat, pat - of the raindrops against the window was the one thing that kept her awake. There was also Merilyn Goyle’s snoring - a sort of distant, soft murmur - to add to the faint noise of the raindrops, coming from the bed next to her. She did that far too often and at first it had irritated her, but she had gotten so used to it that she had learned to silence it.
And then, there was another thing. She held up the coin up; and with one eye shut she looked up at it as it glistened when the moonlight would hit its surface. She hadn’t known what to do with it but she kept it and ever since Bran had given it to her, she kept it inside her pocket never once leaving her side. It reminded her of Bran, which was good, she guessed because Bran was nice and was maybe the closest thing she had as a friend. Only, not really, she thought because Bran probably had other friends…
She sat up from her bed, and when she looked to the foot her bed. The place where Poe usually slept in was empty. She tilted her head, and then began looking around the girl’s dormitory, trying to make out shapes in the faint darkness, but no… not even the figure of her cat was there. Odd. He was always there. Or at least, when she woke up, Poe would always be there. Pushing her blanket aside, she got up and made her way down to the Ravenclaw common room.
As she made it to the last step, she saw a shadow standing by the fireplace. Tall, she realized She cursed inside her head. Sneaking off undetected would be harder than she thought. But if there was anything she had mastered, it was being quiet. So, she began walking slowly, silently, until she had bumped into a table followed by a loud, startling thud!
Kristine was a frigid bitch. At least, that was what she assumed the majority of the school deemed her as. She was a realist and had a quicksilver tongue, armed with pessimism and scathing remarks. She could be a good politician, provided she had an interest in it. She did not. She had the faux smile for it, the laugh and skill, and the lack of privacy associated with the job, but it all had no meaning for someone who would rather scribble little doodles onto a sheet of paper.
She didn’t care, of course she didn’t. Why would she care that she shouldn’t put one toe out of place, should ill befall the name of Gillenwater? They weren’t purebloods, so it meant nothing to the supremacy of Heir Malfoy and his lot. To everyone else, though, they were classy intellectuals. She herself was studious, withdrawn and high-maintenance enough. Georgina was the sassy perfectionist, popular with the ‘in crowd’ courtesy of her relationship with Hugo, as well as her own personal pizzazz. And then there was little Hannah, silent, but living up to the proper ‘little sister’ role that stereotyped the position. Except she wasn’t the annoying, whinging, spoilt little brat most of the young ones were. She was perfect, as far as she was concerned.
And she was concerned. Always. She worried about how she hadn’t spoken, but as much as she did, she didn’t know how to broach the subject. How was she supposed to be a good role model or even give good advice when she couldn’t even contain her own sorrows? She resorted to getting shit-faced, which, luckily, wasn’t uncommon in the halls of Hogwarts. It didn’t put her in the limelight of the gossip mill, mostly spewing garbage Ace - and herself - thought was hilarious, but was sometimes manned by the majority of the student body. They were a cruel, contradictory lot. They demanded peace, but grew bored when they didn’t have something interesting to play catch with, to warp, to wound. And she fit in with them just fine.
Several things were going through her mind, one of the reasons she’d been finding it difficult to sleep lately, but she’d been distracted by the lovely little furry creature that was Poe. She’d been on the verge of kicking her sketchbook into the flames when he curled himself around her slim ankles. It had surprised her, but not in an unpleasant way. No, he’d actually done very well in distracting and calming her. She’d knelt to pick him up, pleased that he wasn’t going to be fussy with her tonight.
This was how Hannah had found her, softly, almost silently, cooing at the animal in her arms, standing near the fireplace. She’d lost the severeness in her expression that usually warned others away, and she seemed almost relaxed. That is, until she was startled yet again by the heavy thump! that came from behind her. Turning, she’d planned to show the intruder just how much she was personally offended by the interruption of her ‘me time’ until she realised that it was, in fact, her baby sister.
She furrowed her brow in confusion before snapping back into the present, and set Poe onto the first surface that was in reaching distance. “Are you all right?” she asked quietly, glancing Hannah over as she shoved the table even more out of the way. She wasn’t worried about leaving it right in the middle of the walkway, especially when there were piles of books in almost every nook and cranny of the room and random scrolls left upon several usable writing spaces. “Can’t sleep either?” she asked when she’d finished, using it as leverage so she could lean against it.
Whisper Me All Your Secrets~ Hazel
“I think love is a wonderful thing.” Hazel said, maybe she was slightly naïve and optimistic, but she did believe that some were lucky enough to find true love. She envied those people now as she knew it would never be here. Hazel looked at Kristine; she could tell there was pain behind her words. “Has the world proved you wrong?” She asked. Hazel wasn’t looking to find any ‘dirt’ on her company, just simply wanted to help.
Hazel’s thoughts now turned back to her family and how she was raised. “Well, my parents told me that pure bloods are better than the other kinds; the half bloods and muggle born. But I never understood why. Honestly I still don’t. As a kid I was friendly to everyone.” Even muggles, she thought, which got her in a great deal of trouble with her parents. Now Hazel just keeps to herself in fear that she will make friends with the wrong kind, but that was becoming a lonely task.
“And sorry, Muggles just fascinated me growing up, I wont talk about them again.” Hazel said smiling. A lot of the students a Hogwarts didn’t mind muggles, but a few still didn’t like talking about them. Hazel had to be careful, she was just starting to make her parents proud she wouldn’t want them to find out she is talking about her love for muggles at the school.
Kristine had already said her peace on how she viewed love; and she honestly had no intentions - or want - to be proved wrong. She saw how students slowly lost themselves to those they considered their ‘soulmates’, and then became dependent on how the other person viewed every aspect of their lives. How could you truly be happy living in co-existence? No, that life wasn’t for her.
“The world proves everyone wrong. Whether it chooses to force it on you early or wait until you’re cemented in your beliefs is a game of chance.” Now, don’t be confused, Krissi didn’t believe in fate or any of that bullshit, but she was convinced that not everyone could survive without at least one major disappointment in their life. That was just the way the universe worked. If it hadn’t happened yet, then brace yourself.
She managed to keep her face impassive when Hazel told her what her parents had tried to teach her, but inwardly she bristled. Who said purebloods were better than the others? The only thing she thought they were better at was inbreeding and harbouring arrogance and bad attitudes. No, that wasn’t fair. Not all of them were like that, and her friendship with Ace proved it. After hearing the girl talk, she decided that Hazel Robins wasn’t all bad either. Perhaps she could teach Malfoy a thing or two, if she proved to be a good influence, but that only depended on how much he respected her as a person and not just an object of his parents’ pride.
“No, don’t worry about it. Who am I to keep you from talking about what you care about? It isn’t my place to tell you what you can or can’t do,” she shrugged. “If you have any questions, you can ask me. Being a halfblood makes it easier for me to know the differences between both sides of the spectrum, I suppose. Or you can get up and leave now, if my presense would offend your pureblooded parents.” Once more, he words were biting, but she, herself, didn’t harbour any ill feelings. It was just one of those things that you couldn’t escape. A fact of life that just kept repeating itself over and over after leaderships assured the tension had been smoothed over. It wasn’t that simple.
And a Lovely Day to You Too ~ Krissi & Poppy
After listening to this girls responses in her quiet but amused voice, Poppy realized that this girl wouldn’t be any fun at all. It took a lot to spoke this girl, considering that one of those daggers could of impaled her instead of the tree. ”I thought you’d be entertaining, but I guess not.” Poppy replied as she shrugged and leaned back and let the smoke float over her. She hated how everyone pretty much deliberately smoked in her face. Poppy just wanted to pour water over all the cigarettes in thew world and just end smoking forever at the moment. “And you keep smoking in my face. Keeping going, and you’ll have a punch in yours.” Poppy then continued with a devilish smirk. She could tell that this girl was never going to be that easily amused but Poppy just wanted the smoke to stop.
The laughing that she had heard from the girl didn’t make Poppy very happy. More upset really. This would be a girl on Poppy’s own personal hit list. Right at the very top for that matter, because right now Poppy hated her. Poppy assumed she was another one of those people that said she was better then everyone else. That was how Poppy acted, so she could easily see it in other people, even though Poppy wasn’t truly like that. This girl would get the pranking of her life one of these days. She was sure that she was going to make this happen.
How could this girl study with all the smoke around her? From the tree, it almost looked like she was encased in a cloud of smoke. For a second, Poppy thought she was on fire but then she found the idea ridiculous. “Why are you studying in the courtyard?” Poppy then replied, answering her question with another question. Poppy wasn’t going to show that this girl slightly intimated her. She also felt sorry for the girl. It felt like she unable to feel any raw emotion and that sounded horrible.
Krissi sat up from her writing, setting aside her quill as she heard Poppy’s first response. She pursed her lips, trying her best not to furrow her brow - this girl wasn’t worth her temper rising. “So you’re basically upset that I’m not one of the spineless idiots you fuck with on a daily basis, and I’m not entertaining because of this?” she asked, tilting her head slightly to the side, as if gauging Poppy’s attitude and demeanor.
“You know, for one of Malfoy’s puppets, you’re not exactly the most rational minded,” she mused, this time allowing the wind to carry away the smoke of her exhale. Her comments weren’t meant to sound condescending, though she wouldn’t apologise if that was how the Slytherin took it. “In fact, most of your mannerisms coincide remarkably with that of a Gryffindor.” I expected Scorpius to have picked his pets with a little more selectivity, she thought, but then relented at the thought of how few students were left with the heathen belief of blood purity.
“How very frightening,” she drolled, rolling her eyes at the threat. She’s been threatened with physical violence for years, as she’d been perceived as a ‘bitch’ by more than a handful of people. Those people who couldn’t settle differences with their own stunted intelligence that they resorted to flailing around until they hurt someone to compensate their wounded pride. This was turning out to be just like every other conversation.
She sighed, bringing her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. As she rested her chin upon them, she continued staring at the girl. She confused her. What exactly did she want? And she wasn’t particularly worried about the here and now. She didn’t care if she ‘got the hexing of her lifetime’ because at least that would make it much easier to sort Poppy into the right category of students she’d started putting them into. Ace, her sisters, Poppy, Ivy and Robert were among the few she could relax around. Hugo and Adriana were on the ‘undetermined’ list. Mostly everyone else were put into the ‘why bother’ list, which was also divided into categories.
Regardless, she had no quarrel with the red head, and thus decided to answer her question.
“I’m studying in the court yard because I assumed I would not disturb or be disturbed by childish miscreants. However, we both know how that turned out.” She diverted her attention back to her scarf and was glad that she hadn’t had the chance to start on her Transfiguration yet, otherwise Poppy’s distraction would’ve ruint it.
I’m not aiming to please anyone~ Adriana
“Huh?” Her smile wavered, and she mirrored Kristine’s expression of confusion. “Do what?” Even though the older Ravenclaw clarified her meaning a second later, it took another moment for it to register. When it did, her jaw slackened, forming a small ‘o’ with her mouth. Adriana looked down, her eyebrows knitting together. There wasn’t any particular reason why she spurted facts out, and most of the people she talked to only went along with it.
“They’re…” She looked up, grimacing before looking back down and shrugging. They were interesting, perhaps that was why? She enjoyed learning things, and every time she learned something new, she just wanted to share it with every and anyone that cared to listen. Some of them might prove helpful, like knowing that the ringing in your ears was your brain attempting, and failing, to repair your brain. But the great majority of what she knew was never going to be useful, like knowing that the day before yesterday was called nudiustertian. Or the scent of dust after rain was petrichor.
Riana would be lying to say something about Kristine intimidated her, but there was a larger part of Kristine that didn’t - it invoked her sympathy. She wanted to befriend the more hostile girl, because she seemed so lonely. She had sisters; Georgina, who was in her dorm and who was sassy and sometimes impatient with her, and then little Hannah but she still looked so dejected. That was, when she wasn’t lashing out at someone.
Biting on her tongue, she glanced up at Krissi again, unsure wheather she could say anything or if there was even anything to say. As much as she desired to be friends, she didn’t delude herself in assuming they would be. At the best of times, such as now, all she did was politely tolerate her. Which was more than what she could have possibly ever asked for. She was going to say something that was going to end that, she felt, and demanded to get the fuck out. So rather than risk it, she returned her eyes to the fire and tried not to fidget as the silence began to get uncomfortable for her.
Krissi had resumed her sketching while she waited for Adriana to reply, but when she was only met with confusion, even after she’d clarified herself. Or so she assumed. She didn’t know the inner workings of the other girl’s head, and as such, she could only make assumptions, and at that moment, she honestly didn’t feel up to doing even that.
She’d become distracted from her crude sketch once more as she took interest in the movements of Adriana’s face. She looked like she was struggling to find an answer to her. Probably trying to keep herself from saying something that could kick-start her - as in herself, Kristine - ire, or annoyance. It was quite easy to disturb her, but since she was sleep deprived and on the verge of gaining a headache, she wasn’t really in the easy-to-piss-off mood.
She rested her head on the palm of her hand, waiting to see if the Wood girl was going to finish her sentence or not, and when it became apparent that it didn’t seem she was in favour of doing so, she did become annoyed. She sighed, setting her sketchpad and pencil aside and unwrapped herself from her massive duvets.
“Well, as long as you’re daydreaming, I think I’ll head back upstairs to attempt sleep again,” she started, but the end sounded a little wonky seeing as a yawn had chosen that particular moment to sneak up on her. She wiped at her eyes, something she knew she shouldn’t do because it was bad for the eyes, and pushed herself up. “See you later, Riana,” she offered, pulling her blankets tightly around her thin frame before hooking her sketchpad against her side. She then made her way, slightly off balance in her weariness, back up the stairs and into her own dorm room.
A Weight Off the Shoulders~ Hugo
“Krissi,” Hugo repeated; almost as way to make a mental note of it and to remind himself that it was Krissi and not Kristine. He didn’t know how Kristine was or how she would react if Hugo called her Kristine instead; but he knew very well that Georgina hated being called Georgie or Gina (oh god, Gina… probably the worst of them all, and he could already picture Georgina hexing someone or anyone who would call her that). And there was a matter of respect too, Hugo figured. He wasn’t all too fond when people use his middle name, Gideon, or when they call him Hugh… Hugh? His name was Hugo. Hugo and nothing else; maybe the occasional Weasley and maybe he’ll allow Hugh once in a while but Hugo was the way to go.
And she also said ‘please’ so. “Right, Krissi,” Hugo said once again before following Krissi as she led the way, up the stairs as they ventured higher and higher until they got to the top of the tower.
Hugo watched his step carefully, almost too cautiously. He really didn’t want to trip and fall all the way down. That would hurt and he bruised quite easily. He might even break his neck on the way down. Oh Merlin… But he let out a sigh as they finally made it to the last barrier.
“A bit too high, isn’t it?” he asked, as they reached the openness. He looked at her, warily. “Just be careful, what if you fall, you know…” He chuckled but it came out as pathetic nervous laugher. He didn’t do well with heights. Nope, not at all. Reason number one why he was so dreadful at flying… and how he can never play Quidditch.
Krissi thought Hugo was silly, the way he kept repeating her name. It wasn’t awkward at all, though, so she didn’t say as much. It was almost like when she was little and Georgina and Hannah would follow her around, and just the same, she didn’t seem to mind. They hadn’t been annoying siblings, just like Hugo wasn’t an annoying classmate. Yes, she could get used to him.
“Hm?” she asked, turning to look over her shoulder at him even as she continued walking over to the edge. “Oh no, not high enough, I wager.” She’d reached her destination, leaning over the wall slightly as she peered down at the grounds of the school. Not unlike Hugo, she could already feel her heartbeat rising, though not in fright. She enjoyed the feeling of teetering on the edge, though she had no intentions of ‘losing her balance’, so to speak.
Instead, she perched herself on the wall, tucking one leg beneath her and the other hanging freely against the outside of the turret. She was almost tempted to pat the place beside her in an invitation to seat himself, but upon seeing Hugo’s face, she decided against it. She didn’t need to frighten the poor boy out of his wits, but he had agreed to follow her.
“So how’re you doing with your O.W.L.s?” She figured it was in her best interests to attempt getting to know him. He was doing his part with not arguing with her preferences of their whereabouts. She just found it so much easier to relax when she wasn’t caught up in the traffic of hallways or the chatter of the Great Hall or the eerie silence of the Ravenclaw commons. This was nice.
Whisper Me All Your Secrets~ Hazel
Hazel Robins sat with her legs crossed. She was twirling a strand of her curly hair with her index finger, while she read her muggle studies book that was laying flat on the ground. She looked up at the female who was keeping her company. Hazel didn’t know much about her but she seemed nice enough. Hazel let out a light laugh “I’m not pretending to be a mute.” She spoke with a soft voice. “I just didn’t want to disturbed your reading plus I was caught up in this muggle studies book. Muggles are absolutely fascinating. Did you know that the only way they can fly is by using” Hazel squinted her eyes as she read the word of the page. “An airplane.” She said not sure if she said that correctly. “Those are the giant birds that we have to watch out when flying.” She laughed at the thought of a muggle seeing her fly on her broom while they were in an airplane.
“Oh yes, Malfoy and I know one another. Our families share the same beliefs of how we should be brought up. We can just talk about things that most people don’t understand. He’s just good company.” Hazel said not sure of what to say on the subject. Scropius had brought up the idea of being engaged when they finished school, both their families were delighted with the idea. Scorpius and herself on the other hand were just happy to please them. “Where just taken things slow.” Hazel finally said. “What about you? Is there anyone in your life who you have taken a romantic interest in?”
“Even so, you’re unintentionally doing very well,” Kristine replied. Carefully, she straightened herself on the blanket, smoothing down her skirts as she did so. She ignored the bit where Hazel didn’t want to disturb her reading; she’d been waiting for an excuse to put it down for the past half hour. She had half a mind to tune the girl out when she mentioned Muggles, but figured it wouldn’t be polite to zone out halfway through the first thing she bothered to show interest in.
“Muggles are overrated. Aeroplanes are as well, and annoying when you’re used to instantaneous travel. I suppose they’re doing well enough, considering they have to do everything manually,” she allowed. Though she did find it interesting how the girl had explained them. Was that how purebloods referred to them, birds? It was like learning a new language all over again and working out the discrepancies. Georgina had always been much more adept in that department than she was.
She was glad when the subject was changed, but couldn’t say she was pleased that Malfoy turned into a much bigger subject than just a casual conversation starter. “I suppose he would be, to those he doesn’t harass about their blood purity,” she replied, seemingly offhand. “So you were brought up to hate us all, too?” she asked. She wasn’t being judgmental, her earlier comments proved that she was just as snarky as the next person, and probably moreso seeing as she was a Gillenwater. They were a sassy lot. She did, however, pick up on how she phrased their friendship as ‘taking things slow’. She would remember to ask Ace what she knew about them later.
“Don’t be silly. Romance is for the naïve and optimistic,” she replied easily. She really thought she could do with a cigarette right then. “In other words, children who’re lucky enough not to have had the world prove them wrong.” As much as she attempted to, she’d failed to keep the biting venom from her words. Her parents hadn’t even tried, and it ruint their family. She was never going to be a victim to such foolishness. She just prayed that any deity out there that might have the ability to show compassion would allow her sisters to be happy. She didn’t want either of them to become cynical as well.
You lot are dull.
You exude dullness, Gillenwater. You wouldn’t know excitement if it hit you in the half-blood face.
Always the charmer, Malfoy, how do the girls keep their skirts on?
I’ll refrain from ruffling your feathers, though. Wouldn’t want Daddy to have to hear about it, no?
Nice head piece, by the way.
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Whisper Me All Your Secrets~ Hazel
It was unusually bright out. A few classes had already released their students back into the world of the living, though some, undoubtedly, were being held late by some careless classroom misfortune. Krissi enjoyed this, as it meant that the school and grounds weren’t stuffed to bursting with idiotic mischief-makers with nothing to do. It left those who were lucky enough to have an uneventful, perfectly timed class with a sense of brief peace while they enjoyed the anomaly that is the sun.
Krissi had laid out a small blanket and folded herself, very ladylike, in the direct rays of light, a book held open in one hand. She liked the warmth, liked the feel of it on her bare arms and shoulders, and it was a relief to be able to relax. She let out a self-satisfied hum and placed the book, still open, across her lap and smiled at the view of the lake, sparkling like a diamond-encrusted bracelet.
“I know I said I liked the quiet, but that doesn’t mean I wanted you to pretend to be a mute.” She marked her place in her book and closed it, tossing it onto an unoccupied corner of the blanket, next to her shoes. “I invited you because you looked like you needed company,” she continued, glancing up to meet Hazel’s gaze, as if to prompt her that it was her turn to speak. “So? Tell me about yourself. I’ve seen you around with Malfoy a bit; anything hatching in the proverbial love nest?” Her question was just formality. Although she was genuinely interested, she honestly didn’t believe in love, or even the concept of love. It just didn’t exist. But asking was what ‘friends’ were supposed to do, right? And she was trying.
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