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corinna manon lestrange. twenty two. slytherin. fortune teller. call me cora.
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ASK PAGES: [ c o r a ] & [ a l b u s ] & [ a i d a n ]
a really long, but categorized, ask meme
zoeyrph :
ACTIONS - ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING
*Accidentally spills [[SPECIFY HERE]] on you*
*Slaps you*
*Kisses you on the lips*
*Bites your lip*
*Rubs your shoulders*
*Dumps ice water over your head*
*Winks at you*
*Flips hair at you*
*Throws a ball of paper towards you*
*Hands you a note, inside it says [[SPECIFY HERE]]*
*Slams the door shut behind you*
*Storms out of the room*
*Wraps my arms around you from behind*
*Kisses your neck*
*Nibbles on your earlobe*
*Tucks a strand of hair behind your ear*
*Strokes your hair*
*Caresses your cheek*
*Holds you in my arms*
QUOTES - PICK UP LINES EDITION
“You’re cute and I’m horny. You thinking what I’m thinking?”
“I see you like cardio… wanna go back to my place and do it together?”
“I’m sorry, but I just received a call for you. From heaven? I think they’re missing an angel.”
“Hold my hand? I’m afraid I’m getting lost in your eyes.”
“Is that a mirror in your pocket? Because I can see myself in your pants.”
“Are you a pokemon? Because I’d like to peek-at-chu.”
“If I had a dollar for every beautiful girl/guy I saw tonight, I’d have one dollar. Because the only beautiful girl/guy in here is you.”
“Maybe I could show you my [[SPECIFY ITEM]] collection. It’s back at my house, so we’d have to go there but…”
*Spills a drink on your shirt* “I’m so sorry! But if it’s any reassurance, I think that top would look better on my bedroom floor anyways.”
QUOTES - STRANGERS EDITION
“I’m sorry, have we met before?”
“I don’t know you, but thanks.”
“You’re a very nice guy/girl, you know that?”
“We only just met… but I’d really like to see you again.”
“Do you think you could move your ass out of my friend’s seat?”
“It’s none of your business. We just met.”
“Hey I’m [[NAME HERE]] and my crazy ex-girlfriend/boyfriend is here and I was wondering if you’d pretend to date me so I can get them off my back?”
“I’m so sorry about that! Let me buy you a new sandwich.”
“Oh shit. I didn’t mean to trip you I swear, I’m sorry.”
QUOTES - WORKPLACE EDITION
“Did you get that email I sent you last night?”
“No, I’m serious. She/he brought a flask to work.”
“I overheard the boss and I think you’re about to be put up for a promotion!”
“I know what you’ve got in that top drawer.”
“I can’t believe you’re drunk at work.”
“You know, most people watch porn at home.”
“Your Netflix binge is using up all the broadband.”
“Stop torrenting, asshole! I have a report to send off to Japan in an hour and I can’t even open Gmail!”
“If you spent half as much time on doing your job as you do on World on Warcraft, maybe you’d have a chance at a promotion too.”
“You’ve been working here for 6 years and you don’t know where the break room is?”
QUOTES - SCHOOL EDITION
“Didn’t you hear? [[NAME HERE]] and [[NAME HERE]] hooked up last night!”
“We lost the playoffs.”
“The girls team beat the boys!”
“I heard he/she got called into the principal’s office.”
“Apparently the swim team had an orgy after hours.”
“I heard they were fucking in the bathroom.”
“She/he’s been paying people to do their homework!”
“She/he fell running in the hallway and knocked out a few teeth.”
“I can’t believe we’re graduating this year.”
“Being a freshman sucks.”
“I slept with a sophomore last weekend.”
“She/he told me they were a junior!”
“Why are those freshmen staring at you?”
“Is there a reason everyone suddenly knows your name overnight?”
“How come everyone suddenly knows who I am?”
“Did you tell them about my [[INSERT SECRET HERE]]?!”
“I can’t believe you hooked up with my boyfriend/girlfriend.”
“I definitely failed that test.”
“I got an A on my essay!”
QUOTES - SASS EDITION
“Wow, there’s a stick wedged so far up your ass I don’t think I can even pull it out.”
“I’m sorry, but my number of fucks to give has officially reached a negative number.”
“Uranus called and said I’m huge and in the way.”
“I’m searching… searching… oh. Well would you look at that. I couldn’t find any fucks to give.”
“What’s the difference between a dolphin and you? Dolphins have brains.”
“Just because that’s mistletoe hanging above us doesn’t mean I’m going to kiss you.”
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”
“At this point you might as well ask for my autograph.”
QUOTES - ARGUMENTS/ROWS/QUARRELS EDITION
“You know I’m right! I’m always right!”
“Shut up. Just shut up!”
“I don’t need to listen to this.”
“You’re lying.”
“I can’t believe you’d say that. Even in an argument, that was low of you.”
“I can’t look at you.”
“Don’t fucking touch me.”
“If you say one more word, I swear…”
“Pipe down, you’re making a scene.”
“What’s wrong with you?”
“Now I know why people think you’re neurotic.”
“You must be crazy.”
“I’m not backing down.”
“You can’t hide the truth forever, you know.”
“What’s your issue?”
“You make me so angry.”
“This has nothing to do with you.”
QUOTES - LOVERS EDITION
“And… and I love you! It’s what I’ve been trying to tell you all along.”
“I don’t know how to say it. But you know what I’m trying to say, right?”
“I’ve never been good at this. I don’t do relationships. But I… I want to try with you.”
"You’re the one that I want.”
“I don’t care. I don’t give a shit, don’t you get it? I don’t give a flying fuck unless it has to do with you. I love you.”
"Please don’t say that. You know you’re the only one for me. Fuck everyone else.”
“I can’t stop thinking about you. Every minute of every day. I could be standing in the shower or cooking breakfast, but you’re still the only thought on my mind.”
“I want to wake up next to you, everyday for the rest of my life.”
“I’ve always been afraid of commitment, okay? That’s why I sleep around.”
"I’ve never wanted to give love a try until now.”
“Please, don’t leave me.”
“I need you more than you will ever know.”
“I love you more than I could ever express in words.”
QUOTES - DRUNK AND KNOCKING AT YOUR DOOR EDITION
*Starts singing [[SPECIFY SONG NAME]] outside your door/window*
“I didn’t fuck him/her, I swear!”
“I brought vodka and ice cream.”
“You left your anal beads at my house. Wait… no, they’re just normal mardi gras beads.”
“I can’t believe you went without me!”
“I love you, I love you so much and you just don’t see it. What am I supposed to do?”
“I know you’re sad and upset. Let me be your distraction! I want to be your distraction!”
“I can’t find my apartment and I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
“Let me in! I think I’m gonna throw up.”
QUOTES - NSFW EDITION
“What do you think about this outfit?”
“Bend over.”
“It’s not going to get up by itself, you know.”
“I thought you’d be bigger.”
“Where did we leave those damned handcuffs?”
“I can’t find my vibrator.”
“Just set your phone on vibrate!”
“I want to fuck you until you’re raw and shaking.”
“That’s it… do a little striptease for me.”
“You can watch… but you can’t touch.”
“Be quiet! They’re going to hear us.”
“And get this… the new toy? It glows in the dark.”
“I’ve got two flavours. Cherry or fruit punch?”
“I want to be on top.”
“That is one fine ass.”
“You look like a screamer.”
“Let me tie you up.”
“What’ll our safeword be?”
“I love making you squirm.”
“Not my neck! It’s summer, I can’t wear a turtleneck in the sun.”
TEXTS - DRUNK EDITION
[TEXT] You dumped me for HIM/HER?
[TEXT] I can’t stop listening to our song.
[TEXT] My pillow still smells like you.
[TEXT] You left your cologne when you moved out. I used it up.
[TEXT] Do you even love me?
[TEXT] What happened to us?
[TEXT] I just want to eat bacon and see you naked. And then eat bacon off of you naked.
[TEXT] IM26C4U.
[TEXT] You never gave a shit about me.
[TEXT] I couldn’t care less.
[TEXT] Now you know how it feels.
[TEXT] I still love you.
[TEXT] I can’t stop thinking about all the times you told me you loved me… and wondering if they were lies.
TEXTS - NSFW EDITION
[TEXT] You can’t have me if you can’t even get the three C’s. Chocolates, champagne, and candles.
[TEXT] I’m in the bath… come join me?
[TEXT] Don’t tease. You know I like it rough.
[TEXT] Bed, counter, or floor?
[TEXT] If you can get here in five minutes I’ll suck you off first.
[TEXT] What do you think about threesomes? And, what about foursomes?
[TEXT] You’ve been naughty, I’m going to punish you.
[TEXT] I can’t believe you just sent me that. I’m at work/school!
TEXTS - EMERGENCY EDITION
[TEXT] I fell down the stairs and… well, I’m in the ER.
[TEXT] ______ got injured during their game and I’m waiting with them at the hospital but I can’t do this alone.
[TEXT] Did you know your mother/father is at the hospital right now??
[TEXT] I was cleaning out the garage and I’m stuck under some boxes!! Please help before the spiders get me.
[TEXT] I don’t know what happened I was just cooking and then all of a sudden the pasta was on fire!
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As the sun set, Cora found herself slowly growing more agitated. Today had been a bit of a dud, business-wise, and she needed a pick me up. The left elevator seemed the riskier move to get upstairs, but it was waiting for her in the lobby, and so Cora took her chances. That choice was her one small blessing for the day; it stalled for only a moment before depositing her on the top floor. She hauled off her earrings as she went, then her coat, and dumped it all on the sofa to immediately make a beeline for her cousin’s room. She took one look at whatever it was her cousin was doing before sitting on the desk, taking care not to mess up the papers too much—she wasn’t a complete monster—and leaning over to block the older girl from whatever she was working on. “I’m bored.” Entertain me. “Let’s go out.”
@acantha-carrow​
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The bench outside of Phoenix Circus Apartments was perhaps the least comfortable place that Cora had ever laid in her life. Still, green space was scarce in the city, and it was certainly more safe and sanitary than laying on the concrete. With the sun beating down on her, Cora could almost lose herself in the clouds drifting by, picturing shapes and watching as the sun slowly moved toward the horizon. She could comfortably close her eyes, bask in the sun. When she opened them again, it was gone, the sky painted in pinks and oranges and the tarot cards she had been clutching in her hand fanned out on the ground below the bench. Shit. Thank Merlin she had been wearing sunscreen. It was only as she sat up and reached to pick up the cards that she realized someone else was there, looking at her. “What?” Cora snapped at the other girl. “You’ve never taken a nap before?”
@kxtsoucier​
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headcanon 3;
Cora has a hard time sticking to things. Truly, she blames Delphine; the woman couldn’t even stick with her own daughter, what hope did Cora have? Her inconsistency was practically the only consistent thing about her—whether it came to friends, romances, hobbies, even her moods, Cora ricocheted from one thing to another like a hurricane, leaving a trail of devastation in her wake that (at least outwardly) didn’t seem to trouble her much. No matter how serene she might seem, Cora was a big damn mess, the evidence laid out on display in her bedroom. Some might have called it a hoarder’s nest, but Cora had it all catalogued by memory, from the keyboard piano collecting dust in her closet to the fourteen tarot decks lining her windowsill. No matter what anyone else thought, to Cora it was exactly where it needed to be— a carefully controlled sea of certainty in a very uncertain world.
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headcanon 2;
For years, Cora thought she had been sorted wrong at Hogwarts. Sure, she was witty enough to pretend she belonged and she had a knack for easily picking up what was going on around her, but classes just couldn’t hold her attention. The only place she truly excelled was in Divination, ridiculed by her housemates as the lesser form of magic of all the other classes. She managed to scrape by into a few other NEWT classes, but in Divination she was at the top. Tarot cards, tea leaves, crystal balls, palms, Cora could do it all. Constance liked to tell her it was divine destiny—there was a long line of seers in her family, the Chastain’s—but Cora knew that was bullshit. Her Divination talent was all her, and she could put it to good use. The magical world wasn’t ready for her, but the muggle world sure was; all it took was a table, a pack of cards, and a cardboard sign, and Cora had her own business telling  tourists’ fortunes. They ate up her crap no matter what she said and soon Cora had a nice nest egg, a muggle cell phone, and private clients she liked enough to give true readings on occasion. No one had to know it was real magic, but they did recognize her skill and it drove Cora to push the boundaries and fully expand her ambition. Finally, the sky was the limit and nothing was going to stop her.
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headcanon 1;
(ABUSE TW) Cora’s family hails from Paris, France, moving to London destitute after her grandfather gambled away the remnants of their old fortune. The divorce was nasty, Contance, Cora’s grandmother, moved with their daughters to London hoping to avoid the shame and remarry rich or regain the fortune by any means possible, unaware of the stain that some distant relatives had put on the Lestrange name in England. Scandal chased their family even in their new lives; within a year of the move, it came out that Dephine, the eldest daughter, had fallen pregnant from an affair with the married Dominic Rosier and soon after gave birth to Cora. Cora was raised by Constance’s strict hand as Delphine flitted in and out of her life, never reliable or present. No matter what Cora did, it was never good enough for Constance. No grade was high enough, no passion proper enough, to avoid the pain her grandmother would bring down at every disappointment. To make matters worse, her father’s immediate family treated her exactly as the outsider she was, a permanent reminder of where she had come from, and his distant family was kind, but rarely present. There was little love for Cora in the Lestrange house, something that left marks on her both visible and invisible.
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There was something about night in Phoenix Circus that made Rose restless.She could have picked up another shift at the Gargoyle but she honestly couldn’t spend every hour of the day in the bar. People might think she was avoiding something or someone. Which she wasn’t of course… she just didn’t like being alone with her thoughts. Thankfully there was always one thing that took her mind off her thoughts. Finding her lighter under the clutter of her desk- she’d clean it eventually -she slipped out of her room and made her way up to the roof. The joint in her fingers was lit the moment she’d stepped out of the window. She hadn’t been expecting to find anyone else up on the roof but then again it’s not like she’d discovered this place herself. She stares at the other girl for a moment before blowing the smoke out of her mouth. “Nothing… Just wasn’t expecting to find anyone else up here is all.”
“You mean you weren’t coming for the Slytherin Gingers Meeting? Shameful. But I guess the rooftop the most interesting place to be in Phoenix Circus at...” Cora trailed off, looking down at her empty wrist. Shit. Her watch was gone again, her cell phone buried somewhere in her bed one floor down. “At whatever time it is right now. Maybe we can start charging cover, give Toil and Trouble a run for their money.” Sighing, Cora looked at the cloud of smoke dissipating into the night sky. “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised to see you up here—you lot always did like to sneak off in the middle of the night.”
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   She had hoped for some quiet reprieve, a nice sit and a smoke, but instead what she found as she climbed up the steps was another person already occupying the space. It only stopped her for a moment, though before she approaches the couch, plopping down, careful to avoid exposed springs. When the redhead turned to her, Will’s eyes widened momentarily. “Oh, me? Just taking in the view,” and she shrugged, rolling the spliff she’d brought between her fingers. “Do you mind if I…” she trailed off, waving it to indicate her intentions.
Typical. Rolling her eyes, Cora looked down at her nails, shrugging lightly and sighing heavily. “There’s too much light for a good view tonight.” The spliff held between her neighbour’s fingers was stark white, standing out in the low glow of the rooftop. For a moment, it called to her, the temptation of the unfamiliar pulling her closer, but Cora stood her ground, feet firmly planted. Waving a single hand, she brushed it off. “Whatever you want. It’s not my rooftop.” It was tempting to retreat back to her apartment, to be alone, but the feel of the fresh night air in Cora’s lungs was too sweet to give up easily; instead she broke the silence. “What are you still doing up so late?”
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“I wasn’t going to say anything,” Gabriel said, sitting himself down on the uncomfortable couch as he opened up his notebook and set up his phone as a flashlight. The goal was hoping that the change of location would at least help him sort his thoughts out and at least pick something to focus on…but he could already tell that probably wasn’t going to happen, “I’m guessing it’s not a good night for stargazing?”
An acceptable response, Cora supposed. The roof was public space and her favourite people to share it with were the ones who minded their own busniess. Night time had always been her own alone time, wandering aimlessly or determined but always peacefully toward sunrise. Leaning against the half wall that separated her from a long fall, Cora eyed the flashlight. “Too much light pollution, and this—.” She poked at the telescope which teetered dangerously beyond her grasp before suddenly swinging back into her hand. “This isn’t strong enough to get through it all.”
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look who just moved into APARTMENT 4D! is that ABIGAIL COWEN? no, that’s definitely CORINNA “CORA” LESTRANGE! rumour has it the TWENTY-TWO year old is a PUREBLOOD and used to be a SLYTHERIN student but now SHE spends their time as a FORTUNE TELLER. i’m sure they’ll be a great addition to the apartments since they’re PERCEPTIVE and QUICK-WITTED, despite being FICKLE and CONNIVING. take some time to settle in. just remember rent is due on the first!
glitter on the carpet, barely visible cracks threading through a mirror, drop sheets over furniture, an overturned tea cup with tea flooding the floor, a bird flying into a window, stars obscured by city lights, crystals lining bookshelves, walls closing in, the sound of hollow laughter, invisible words scarred into skin, half-dead flowers, tarot cards on the windowsill, muffled music playing from the next room, fog shrouding streetlights, the feeling of drowning on dry land, bathing in moonlight.
ABUSE TW: Cora’s family hails from Paris, France, moving to London destitute after her grandfather gambled away the remnants of their old fortune. The divorce was nasty, Contance, Cora’s grandmother, moved with their daughters to London hoping to avoid the shame and remarry rich or regain the fortune by any means possible, unaware of the stain that some distant relatives had put on the Lestrange name in England. Scandal chased their family even in their new lives; within a year of the move, it came out that Dephine, the eldest daughter, had fallen pregnant from an affair with the married Dominic Rosier and soon after gave birth to Cora. Cora was raised by Constance’s strict hand as Delphine flitted in and out of her life, never reliable or present. No matter what Cora did, it was never good enough for Constance. No grade was high enough, no passion proper enough, to avoid the pain her grandmother would bring down at every disappointment. To make matters worse, her father’s immediate family treated her exactly as the outsider she was, a permanent reminder of where she had come from, and his distant family was kind, but rarely present. There was little love for Cora in the Lestrange house, something that left marks on her both visible and invisible.
For years, Cora thought she had been sorted wrong at Hogwarts. Sure, she was witty enough to pretend she belonged and she had a knack for easily picking up what was going on around her, but classes just couldn’t hold her attention. The only place she truly excelled was in Divination, ridiculed by her housemates as the lesser form of magic of all the other classes. She managed to scrape by into a few other NEWT classes, but in Divination she was at the top. Tarot cards, tea leaves, crystal balls, palms, Cora could do it all. Constance liked to tell her it was divine destiny—there was a long line of seers in her family, the Chastain’s—but Cora knew that was bullshit. Her Divination talent was all her, and she could put it to good use. The magical world wasn’t ready for her, but the muggle world sure was; all it took was a table, a pack of cards, and a cardboard sign, and Cora had her own business telling  tourists’ fortunes. They ate up her crap no matter what she said and soon Cora had a nice nest egg, a muggle cell phone, and private clients she liked enough to give true readings on occasion. No one had to know it was real magic, but they did recognize her skill and it drove Cora to push the boundaries and fully expand her ambition. Finally, the sky was the limit and nothing was going to stop her.
Cora has a hard time sticking to things. Truly, she blames Delphine; the woman couldn’t even stick with her own daughter, what hope did Cora have? Her inconsistency was practically the only consistent thing about her—whether it came to friends, romances, hobbies, even her moods, Cora ricocheted from one thing to another like a hurricane, leaving a trail of devastation in her wake that (at least outwardly) didn’t seem to trouble her much. No matter how serene she might seem, Cora was a big damn mess, the evidence laid out on display in her bedroom. Some might have called it a hoarder’s nest, but Cora had it all catalogued by memory, from the keyboard piano collecting dust in her closet to the fourteen tarot decks lining her windowsill. No matter what anyone else thought, to Cora it was exactly where it needed to be— a carefully controlled sea of certainty in a very uncertain world.
PLAYED BY:Â ( cece, EST, twenty-six, she/her )
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Lugging the crappy muggle telescope she kept stowed away in the corner of her room up to the rooftop had never been an easy task for Cora, but somehow she managed. It was something about levitating the telescope through the window and crawling out after it that tripped Cora up every single time. To be completely honest, it was by pure luck only she hadn’t smashed out a pane yet—there were no guarantees her charm work would be strong enough to fix it. She’d just barely gotten the telescope set up, barely steady on uneven legs, when she heard another set of footsteps coming up the stairs. One look into the telescope told her all she’d needed to know—she wasn’t going to see anything. “Damn city lights.” Damn cheap muggle telescope. Huffing, she turned around, catching a pair of eyes staring at her. “What?”
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Cora had been lost in another reading, sprawled on a bench and basking in the sun, when she heard the sound of familiar rushed footsteps. The tower, reversed. Narrowly averted disaster. Looking up, she sighed, disappointment and curiosity mingling as she met her cousin’s eyes through a rapidly dissipating cloud of purple smoke. Heaving one shoulder, Cora snapped the card back up and expertly shuffled it into her deck, never breaking eye contact. “That depends entirely. Am I on the fourth floor with you or down here?”
“Excuse me, coming through.” Pushing her way down the stairs, Acantha flicked her wand and watched the cauldron levitate up to skirt over the heads of some girls lingering in the hallway. Faint purple smoke wafted out of the cauldron, but she wasn’t worried. Yet. Based on what happened last time and educated guesses it would be at least ten more minutes until exploded. “Stupid potions and stupid anti-banishment effects.” Beyond the girls that way to the door lay clear and she made it to a strip of grass with eight minutes and counting to spare. As she tipped over the cauldron, her eyes caught another gaze and Acantha shrugged and said, “What? Would you prefer I dumped it out from the fourth floor?”
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character intro;
look who just moved into APARTMENT 4D! is that ABIGAIL COWEN? no, that’s definitely CORINNA “CORA” LESTRANGE! rumour has it the TWENTY-TWO year old is a PUREBLOOD and used to be a SLYTHERIN student but now SHE spends their time as a FORTUNE TELLER. i’m sure they’ll be a great addition to the apartments since they’re PERCEPTIVE and QUICK-WITTED, despite being FICKLE and CONNIVING. take some time to settle in. just remember rent is due on the first!Â
glitter on the carpet, barely visible cracks threading through a mirror, drop sheets over furniture, an overturned tea cup with tea flooding the floor, a bird flying into a window, stars obscured by city lights, crystals lining bookshelves, walls closing in, the sound of hollow laughter, invisible words scarred into skin, half-dead flowers, tarot cards on the windowsill, muffled music playing from the next room, fog shrouding streetlights, the feeling of drowning on dry land, bathing in moonlight
HEADCANON 1: (TW: IMPLIED ABUSE) Cora’s family hails from Paris, France, moving to London destitute after her grandfather gambled away the remnants of their old fortune. The divorce was nasty, Contance, Cora’s grandmother, moved with their daughters to London hoping to avoid the shame and remarry rich or regain the fortune by any means possible, unaware of the stain that some distant relatives had put on the Lestrange name in England. Scandal chased their family even in their new lives; within a year of the move, it came out that Dephine, the eldest daughter, had fallen pregnant from an affair with the married Dominic Rosier and soon after gave birth to Cora. Cora was raised by Constance’s strict hand as Delphine flitted in and out of her life, never reliable or present. No matter what Cora did, it was never good enough for Constance. No grade was high enough, no passion proper enough, to avoid the pain her grandmother would bring down at every disappointment. To make matters worse, her father’s immediate family treated her exactly as the outsider she was, a permanent reminder of where she had come from, and his distant family was kind, but rarely present. There was little love for Cora in the Lestrange house, something that left marks on her both visible and invisible.
HEADCANON 2: For years, Cora thought she had been sorted wrong at Hogwarts. Sure, she was witty enough to pretend she belonged and she had a knack for easily picking up what was going on around her, but classes just couldn’t hold her attention. The only place she truly excelled was in Divination, ridiculed by her housemates as the lesser form of magic of all the other classes. She managed to scrape by into a few other NEWT classes, but in Divination she was at the top. Tarot cards, tea leaves, crystal balls, palms, Cora could do it all. Constance liked to tell her it was divine destiny—there was a long line of seers in her family, the Chastain’s—but Cora knew that was bullshit. Her Divination talent was all her, and she could put it to good use. The magical world wasn’t ready for her, but the muggle world sure was; all it took was a table, a pack of cards, and a cardboard sign, and Cora had her own business telling  tourists’ fortunes. They ate up her crap no matter what she said and soon Cora had a nice nest egg, a muggle cell phone, and private clients she liked enough to give true readings on occasion. No one had to know it was real magic, but they did recognize her skill and it drove Cora to push the boundaries and fully expand her ambition. Finally, the sky was the limit and nothing was going to stop her.
HEADCANON 3: Cora has a hard time sticking to things. Truly, she blames Delphine; the woman couldn’t even stick with her own daughter, what hope did Cora have? Her inconsistency was practically the only consistent thing about her—whether it came to friends, romances, hobbies, even her moods, Cora ricocheted from one thing to another like a hurricane, leaving a trail of devastation in her wake that (at least outwardly) didn’t seem to trouble her much. No matter how serene she might seem, Cora was a big damn mess, the evidence laid out on display in her bedroom. Some might have called it a hoarder’s nest, but Cora had it all catalogued by memory, from the keyboard piano collecting dust in her closet to the fourteen tarot decks lining her windowsill. No matter what anyone else thought, to Cora it was exactly where it needed to be— a carefully controlled sea of certainty in a very uncertain world.
Wanted connections: half-siblings from her dad’s marriage would be super fun! friends/acquaintances/enemies/schoolmates would also be great
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