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[nouvelleslune]

gabrielle walked around hogwarts, both lost in thought and - actually lost. she had only been here a handful of times, both before and after the war, and could never get used to its changing halls and disappearing rooms. it all seemed so, unnecessary, and that came from someone who had an appreciation for dramatics. she cursed at nothing in particular when she realized she had passed this hall before, hating herself for coming here in the first place. gabrielle had nothing to do here, no one to mourn, no pleasant memories tied to this place. she remembers drowning, and that’s only a figment that replays in her worst nightmares.

her train of thought is broken when she spots josephine, and gabrielle can barely contain the grimace her face automatically displays. it’s not like she has negative feelings for the other girl, just complicated ones she could never quite figure out before they drove a wedge between them, but she wasn’t really expecting to run into her ex. granted, this was her school, and the other girl had more than enough reasons to be here, but that didn’t stop gabrielle from taking a deep sigh before speaking.

“josephine,” she started, anything else too informal. “honestly, i’m not too sure why i am here,” she said, letting out a short laugh. “you look nice yourself, always have.”

WHO: Josie & Gabrielle ( @nouvelleslune​ ) WHERE: Hogwarts Grounds WHEN: Seventh Anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts

IT WAS EASY TO FORGET, AFTER BEING AWAY FOR SO LONG, JUST HOW BIG THE GROUNDS OF HER FORMER SCHOOL WERE. She’d always enjoyed being out on the grounds of Hogwarts – though, admittedly, Josie spent much of her free time as a student holed up in the LIBRARY or in her own dorm room, there were occasions where she would find herself roaming about outdoors, allowing the fresh air to work its own brand of MAGIC and calm whatever thoughts were whirring through her mind on that particular day. 

Even now, years after she’d bid Hogwarts goodbye and moved on ( long after the place that had once been a SANCTUARY had turned SOUR ), Jo had to admit that the grounds did still seem to have that same CALMING effect, the soft spring air flowing through her air as she strolled around – taking in the sights that had once been ROUTINE, and entirely unremarkable, but were now tinged with both nostalgia and an anxiety that she worked hard to suppress ( they’re not HERE anymore, she reminds herself, though the voice in her head reminding her that nobody knows WHERE they are is rather unhelpful ).

It is not uncommon for Josephine Diggory to become lost in her own THOUGHTS – she’d been prone to such lapses in consciousness ever since she was young, becoming lost in DAYDREAMS while the world buzzed on around her. She’s only snapped from her thoughts by a familiar head of PINK HAIR – Josie’s heart rate skyrocketing at the sight of GABRIELLE DELACOUR. Her heart had always seemed to do STRANGE THINGS wherever Gabrielle was concerned – but where her elevated pulse would have once been due to EXCITEMENT, it is now indicative of PANIC.

Things between her and Gabrielle hadn’t ended with a BANG, but rather a fizzle – Jo isn’t sure why Gabrielle started to pull away, but she’d never had the courage to question it, perhaps to leave their issues UNACKNOWLEDGED, or perhaps simply because she was AFRAID of the answer. She’d made a point of avoiding Gabrielle ever since ( as she did all of her ex-anythings ) and, to be frank, she’s entirely unprepared to see her again NOW. She’s too close now to simply turn and walk away – and her mouth is already AGAPE, so pretending not to have seen her is entirely out of the question, the best she can hope to do is muddle through this interaction with a SHRED of her dignity intact.

“Um… hi,” She says, hoping her cheeks aren’t quite as flush as they feel, “You’re, um… you’re here. That’s… um, that’s –” A pause, uncomfortably long by only a fraction of a second, “You look nice.”

#I FEEL SO ASHAMED THIS TOOK SO LONG #(( convo )) #ft. jo

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#(( musings ))

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mellifluousmagic·:

pansy grew fractionally tense as gabrielle broke said invisible barrier to step closer to her - then tensed visibly when gabrielle dainty fingers ran through her own hair. it could’ve been - to some level - her aversion to people touching her. or it could’ve been the fact that a pretty girl was doing this. it could of quite easily, despite the contradiction it seemed to feel like, be both. it almost felt like she was being toyed with and naturally, knowing pansy parkinson, that wasn’t a notion that she responded well to…but… “would you do it with me?”

gabrielle stepped back when she noticed the other girl tense. she couldn’t explain it, didn’t want to think too deeply about it, but the other girl’s feelings mattered to her and the last thing she wanted was to make her uncomfortable. despite that, she kept her grin, raising her eyebrows at pansy’s question.

“thought you would never ask,” gabrielle responded, voice lowering slightly. “your place or mine? i mean - i could just use a spell and change it right now, but what’s the fun in that? we need to test them all out and -” gabrielle stopped, a laugh escaping her lips. “i wouldn’t want to screw it up.”

#gabrielle already cares about pansy but she would DIE before admitting it #(( convo )) #ft. pansy

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#the PRETTIEST #(( silver mirror ))

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antigonai·:

“you hear that, argos?” uncropped ears pricked at the sound of his name, and though his focus didn’t leave his new friend, she could tell that he was listening intently, “they think you’re a killer.” antigone said it in the same sort of tone that someone would a very good boy, and earned herself an enthusiastic tail wag. her amusement at that evaluation was plain to read, through she WASN’T judging - german shepherds had a reputation, and an unfamiliar dog making the eyes at you couldn’t be pleasant if you weren’t a dog person. “well, you’ve found the way to his heart. chin scritches are second only to whatever dog treat is on offer at any given moment. if you had a gravy bone on you, he’d happily follow you home.” 

gabrielle couldn’t help but grin, both the dog, argos, and the girl equally as adorable. “hey, in my defense, i always assume animals want to kill me. better safe than sorry.” she laughed airily, reaching to scratch the dog again. “i once HAD a cat and i swear it was plotting my demise every other day,” is she were to be fair, gabrielle would admit she was probably at fault for that. “she isn’t dead, by the way, just living happily with my parents,” she clarified. that demon cat was well and getting fatter everyday, her parents over indulging her now that they had no daughters home. “oh, would you really go home with me?” gabrielle cooed at argos, an easy smile still on her lips. “that’s it, i’m taking him. i could use some company.”

#argos best boy ever #(( convo )) #ft. antigone

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herisen​:

‘i think it was more like six,” harry honestly is still a little fuzzy on the details. if anything, the fact gabrielle is a fully formed adult person is a testament to the fact it was more than two, at least. he looks down at his shirt, which harry is fairly certain was his pre-death, and it shows. there’s some slogan printed across it that is faded beyond reading in some places. “what’s wrong with my shirt?” faux confusion plays across his face but it’s smeared by amusement. he knows what’s wrong with his shirt.

“if i don’t hate you afterwards, i’ll buy the drinks. sounds like a pretty good deal.”

“god, time does slip fast,” gabrielle sighed. a blink of an eye and they were here, seven years past the war. and still its effects lingered, leaving them all stuck in a limbo where both staying and moving on seemed impossible. she rolled her eyes at harry, raising her eyebrows at his faded shirt. “that shirt is probably older than i am,” she said, always finding opportunity to pick at the other’s age, despite them being just a few years apart.

“hmm,” gabrielle pretended to be deep in thought. “deal! now let’s go, your new wardrobe is waiting for you,”

#it took me so long to reply :( #(( convo )) #ft. harry

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as the halls of hogwarts filled with more and more unfamiliar people, gabrielle had to keep reminding herself the reason she came here in the first place. she had come in search of a resolution, something to squelch the gnawing guilt that made home in her chest seven years ago, following her as a constant reminder of how much of a coward she was. she could’ve stayed. but instead, she fled to her chateau in france, while her friends, her sister, and hundreds of people risked their lives.

gabrielle felt out of place, and there was a deeply settled shame tied to that feeling. so when ginny gave her an out, surprising gabrielle, she didn’t miss the chance to take it. “yes, i think i need a drink or two after all of... this,”

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:   hogwarts castle   !

it didn’t feel like memorial weekend, and ginny had been through enough of them to have certain expectations. it wasn’t a case of it feeling any better than usual - the combined grief was still as suffocating as it ever was, and no quidditch game or guest quarter novelty could make THAT any easier to navigate. she had signed some brooms for the deflated and victorious teams, tittered with her weekend roommates over some innane gossip they were unpacking more thoughtfully than their bags and recited her part of the remembrance speech over and over, in her mind, until she had it perfect. she had even made the trek down to the stone memorial all on her own, just to see fred’s name before the sun had set & evening feast began. she had done all the things she was meant to, and the normality of these awful, typical things should have done something, but she just couldn’t shake the unnamed feeling that had settled in her bones and promised to stay. 

there was nothing for it, really. once the friday feast concluded, ginny was one of the first to rise & head upstairs, not to sleep, but to grab her heavy coat. she didn’t shrug it on until she was heading down the carved stone steps of the entrance hall, past the students and the weekend guests who were heading the other direction. the large doors were open wide to the freedom of the expansive lawns & cool night air and ginny, for all her desperation to just get out of the castle, gave enough pause before them to draw a companion. “i was thinking of getting a drink at the three broomsticks,” her confidence wanes. it didn’t matter how long it had been since she graduated - she would always feel a student within these walls. she almost puts word to the foolish ponder of whether she’s allowed, and instead manages, with renewed hope, “would you like to come?” 

#(( convo )) #ft. ginny

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mellifluousmagic​:

pansy could only maintain gabrielle’s gaze for so long before her eyes just had to flicker away. that game of chicken ended quite quickly. something about the way that gabrielle’s said “good” caused heat to rise up to pansy’s cheeks.  “you think so?”  pansy retorted with disbelieving chuckle, a hand lifting to brush back her hair. the other reached for her wand. “what color would you recommend?” 

despite sounding as cool as she did, the fresh rosy pink on her skin gave her away. and her inability to meet gabrielle’s eyes again.

gabrielle’s smirk got wider as she watched the other pink. she knew the effect she had on people, reveled in it even, and while pansy was different from others (in which capacity, gabrielle wasn’t ready to answer that question yet) gratification was felt in her chest when the other lowered her gaze.

“hmm,” gabrielle tilted her head, eyebrows raising as she examined pansy. she stood up and walked closer, breaking the invisible barrier that hung over them like a heavy cloth.  “what about...” she took a step closer, reaching out for pansy’s hair. “bright green?”

she laughs, airy and melodically, dropping her hand after letting it run faintly through pansy’s locks. she had an image of the other girl with shorter hair, etched in her mind more than a decade ago. she decided she liked this hair better, and had to stop herself from reaching out to touch it again.

#sjaidoa wait i have an idea i'll message u on discord! #I LOVE THEM ALREADY #shy pansy #i love heer #(( convo )) #ft. pansy

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A superior look

#(( silver mirror )) #tw: flashing gif

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mellifluousmagic·:

pansy cracked a smile at that. though, not like she wasn’t smiling already. it took her a minute but she finally set down her wand, the greatest seamstress instrument, and allowed her gaze to rise up and over to meet gabrielle’s. “have you done any color outside of your precious blondes and silvers?” pansy asked gabrielle, an abrupt glimmer of playful mischief in her eyes as she raised a brow at gabrielle. “some greens and blues? perhaps a hot pink?”

gabrielle’s stare matched pansy’s, mirroring the other girl’s playfulness. “oh, you don’t want me to look like a pygmy puff, do you?” gabrielle started, lowering her chin slightly. “i’ve done light pink and lilac once or twice,” she added airily, answering the girl’s question. she stared at pansy a beat too long, the corners of her lips tugging up an bit higher. “you should try dying your hair sometime, it would make you look so...” she bit her lip at the end of that one, trying to choose her words carefully. “good,”

#just two flirters flirting pLS #yes THEY ARE #(( convo )) #ft. pansy #ALSO SHE WANTED TO SAY HOT BUT DIDN'T

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gabrielle stared at the furball in front of her, trying to decipher the meaning behind its two beady black eyes. the dog was staring so intently she wasn’t sure if it was about to maim her or lick her face, both terrifying in their own respect. gabrielle was never good with animals, the cat she had to return to her parents after a few weeks being proof of that, but she didn’t hate them. they just had many mutual misunderstandings. she turned around when someone approached the dog, the owner most likely, whose personality seemed to match the dog’s docile disposition. “oh, thank god.” gabrielle said, hesitantly kneeling to scratch the dog’s chin. “i wasn’t sure if it wanted to kill me or not, dogs are kinda not my expertise.”

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:   diagon alley   !

“he’d stop staring at you like that if you’d just give him a scratch under the chin.” argos wasn’t leashed, and antigone didn’t have to WORRY about him wandering while she shuffled through the various bargain bins of diagon alley. she never had to look very far to find him, and it was no different than usual when she abandoned her search for an unbroken self inking quill & scanned the alley : he hadn’t made it past the storefront. the german shepherd was a lot more docile than he looked ( a feat, all considered ), and was fond of hovering in front of a chosen target and hitting them with a set of pleading eyes until he got what he WANTED. “don’t ruin his street cred by telling everyone, but guard dog my ass. he’s a huge softie, really.” 

#SHE IS SO CUTE #i love jessie so so much #(( convo )) #ft. antigone

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sqviidboy·:

dennis allowed a soft smile to appear across his face as he absent-mindedly fiddled with his spoon, far too focused on what gabrielle was saying to eat his ice cream. he found himself nodding along, as his thoughts briefly shifted to kenneth, causing him to bite down on his lip as he returned his focus to gabrielle. “you are the only person who would want to hear dating advice from me,” he laughed, "my life is so boring!” he responded with a laugh, pausing to take a bite of his ice cream, “all i do is work and worry about everything!”

“hey! i’m sure i’m not the only one that would,” gabrielle responded, laughing along dennis. it was so easy to feel relaxed around them, their warm kind smile so contagious it could put even the meanest person in the best mood. “at least you work!” gabrielle said, and even though there was no malice in her voice, jealousy bloomed in the deepest of her chest. all of her friends had their lives so put together compared to hers, which felt overwhelmingly empty. but she shook her thoughts and reached to take a spoonful from dennis’ ice cream, smirking at the boy, “you know, maybe we should change that! let’s go out tonight,”

#A BROTP YES #sorry it took me so long to respond i've been soo so busy #(( convo )) #ft. dennis

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“you are so right about that,” gabrielle said, taking a sip out of her own noisette. “energy drinks?” she offered. “or maybe you could drink one of those twenty four hour potions. last time i had one during my last year of finals, i didn’t sleep for like two weeks. somehow, i still managed to dream while awake.” she mused, lips returning to her cup.

( 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 ) — a coffee shop in muggle london ( 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 ) — open

“Coffee is a fucking life saver.” Augustine said. She held a cup of coffee in one hand—plain black coffee, an unfortunate choice given her disdain for her it otherwise. But tough choices had to be made from time to time, and the stack of paperwork waiting for her back at her office made the choice for her before she even walked into the coffee shop. “No clue what I would do without it.”

#(( convo )) #i feel like this reply is so random dusudf but hi! #ft. augustine

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               dam it up as well as you like, 

                                pain will find a way through. 

#(( musings ))

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sweet like honeysuckle late at night

#(( silver mirror ))

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Raspberry Rose / Strawberry

#(( reflections ))

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location; honeydukes

for; @sqviidboy​

“...and so my love life remains as sad as ever,” gabrielle said, reaching for her spoon. “honestly, you should open a love advice column in your podcast. maybe that will get me to finally tune in,” she teased, taking a spoonful of the chocolate cauldron cake resting between them, letting the spoon hang in her mouth a beat too long. “but enough about me, you tell me about your life which i bet is miles more interesting than mine.”

#YOUR DENNIS IS SO SWEET I COULDN'T HELP IT #gabrielle saw him and adopted him #(( convo )) #ft. dennis