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playing piano at midnight, spending time in the library, writing love letters and never sending them, wearing long black dress and lace gloves, smiling mysteriously to your neighbors and walking alone in the evenings

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C O M M O N  R O O M → r a v e n c l a w

Ravenclaw’s element of air naturally brings in more light. Sitting on top of a tower, Ravenclaw’s tower is a lighthouse to all knowledge seekers.

#the claw life chose me { house}

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Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone, 2001 dir. Chris Columbus

#i'm like a bird {musings}

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#you're beautiful that's for sure {visuals}

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lucius-depulso‌:

WHEN: October 14th, 2:16pm. WHERE: Hogwarts’ Grounds, towards the edge of the Forbidden Forest. WHO: Lucius & @theameliabones

While the cold air threatened to break past the thick jumper Lucius was wearing the sun was out and it was as perfect of a day as any in the fall to be outside. Having picked a spot which would be away from other students who were enjoying the sun, the Slytherin stuck more to the trees where he laid out the blanket. The Malfoy heir didn’t usually pick things like picnics to do in his spare time, but being at Hogwarts left him rather limited for what he could do with someone. The elves in the kitchens had packed him a basket upon request, and as he waited for Amelia he looked through it out of curiosity. Lucius hadn’t picked anything specific, but he had requested something chocolate for dessert. 

The contents seemed to consist of different types of salads, breads, and cheeses. Two slices of chocolate cake were wrapped at the bottom and Lucius had dropped a bottle of wine in the basket himself after having retrieved it. Pulling the glasses from the basket Lucius poured wine into both just before the girl he was looking for appeared in front of him. “Finally. I was going to start eating without you,” the Slytherin teased before taking a sip from his glass. “I hope you like Domaine Leroy. That’s all I have in my possession at the moment, so my wine options are pretty limited.”

a note had found itself to her earlier this week with details of a lunch; a secret lunch she foolishly agreed to, but a lunch nonetheless. excusing herself from her friends with a lie, feeling guilty for lying to them, but everyone was entitled to a secret, and so he was hers. amelia didn’t know what to expect from this lunch, though she had rehearsed a speech on a final goodbye, practicing it the entire way there, but upon her eyes falling upon the fit slytherin awaiting her, she had forgot every word. 

“wine?” she questioned with a delicately raised brow, “it’s two in the afternoon, lucius” she teased, joining him on the blanket, accepting the glass of wine nonetheless, she never turned down a glass of wine. Her curious green eyes wandered to the basket before her, going through it with her free hand, her sweet tooth looking for one thing, only to stumble across her favorite, “chocolate cake and wine?” biting back a smile, though failing to conceal it once her gaze set upon him, “what are you up to mister” keeping her gaze as she sipped from the wine glass, “trouble.” 

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damonmulciber‌:

What a sad, sad, waste. Bones, one of the most pure-blooded families and yet one of the most traitorous. He swore if his mates hadn’t always frowned upon wasting pure blood prior to mudbloods and halfbloods, he might have had a taste of her already. He couldn’t care less what kind of blood someone had, he just wanted to watch the world burn and she would be a fun place to start.

“Insecure?” Damon let out a scoff. “Love, there isn’t a single person in this entire bloody school that that couldn’t be more false for.” He hesitating, huffing as he made an amusing realization. “Except maybe Gilderoy Lockhart.” He grinned and sized up the blood. “And Lucius Malfoy. Shit, looks like I proved myself wrong…. Although you know Malfoy, don’t you? Seen you two talking before… ’Heard tiny, bombshell blondes are his type. Probably because he’s blonde.” 

“i said what i said” amelia agreed with her former statement, believing that insecure people were consumed with hate for themselves so much so that it oozes out of them and spreads likes wildfire. “monkey see, monkey do right?” she cleverly remarked, only to be hit with a curveball. 

the ravenclaw she had no time to process, for any sign of hesitation meant the slytherin would strike, though her mind raced to why he would say his name of them all, “i don’t discriminate, i tutor everyone, i can even tutor you” she offered, sarcastically, “a course in manners maybe?” 

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Willa Fitzgerald as Emma Duval in Scream (Season 2, Episode 13)

#you're beautiful that's for sure {visuals}

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#i'm like a bird {musings}

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Amelia Bones JK Rowling’s Harry Potter

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#you're beautiful that's for sure {visuals}

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damonmulciber‌:

Location: Hogwarts corridors Availability: OPEN 

Excitement… was an understatement. Damon was ecstatic. No more holding back (questionable that he had to begin with), no more waiting for the moment to strike… The moment was now. Bellatrix had said so herself and he’d listened with gleaming eyes and widened smirk. Now that they were back at the castle and he looked around, he knew he wanted to be the first of the Death Eaters to have his fun. People were now filing in and filling up the halls as they made their way back into their dormitories after the game. What perfect timing.

Damon hopped up on a bench by the windows, shit-eating grin on his lips. His wand pointed towards the windows nearby, immediately shattered old, shining glass and mosaics - raining down glass and more onto the crowd below. “CONGRATULATIONS HUFFLEPUFF,” He announced with heavy sarcasm. Damon let out a whoop and a laugh, jumping back down to the ground. He almost bumped into one of the passing students that had looked up at the damage.

“Oh. Apologies,” he mocked. “Didn’t see you there.”

if there was one thing, amelia bones couldn’t stand, other than losing, was bullies. damon’s display of wickedness only showcased to amelia that he was in fact a wizard who thought he was above the law, above others because of his blood status, her favorite kind of bullies. rolling her eyes at him, not at all amused by his intrusion of everyone’s day, including hers, “before or after you shattered the glass?” she questioned rhetorically, knowing his apology meant nothing and he would likely do it again, just because he could. “don’t you have anything better to do? or is being insecure a full time job?”

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where: chess club 

when: oct. 13 @ 1:14 pm

who: @thefabprewett & amelia bones

amelia was not a good loser. she did not like losing and she was in fact losing. her frustration was welding up in the form of tears, though amelia was suppressing those, she hadn’t lost, yet. sitting back now, crossing her arms, her eyes on the chess board, as if it betrayed her for it had. her mind was racing of all the ways she could flip the game in her favor, but she was at a loss, literally. 

“what’d you do, spend the whole summer playing chess or what?” her eyes finally flickering over to fabian, he had always been good, but not that good. she was a loss of moves, and admitting defeat tasted bitter in her mouth, “fine, you win.” still disapproving of the fact, arms tucked, not wanting to move a piece and have her loss on physical display, “good game.”

#i'll only fly away { interactions} #hope this is okay! #c:fabian

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lucius-depulso‌:

“Tuesdays,” Lucius answered without much of a thought, grin pulling up at the corners of his lips. “I have more classes and tend to find myself not as bored because I’m more frequently busy.” He liked to play along with Amelia, but as patient as he was he did have a point to be made before he walked away. Well, an offer at the very least. While Lucius was rather good at reading people he wasn’t sure what the girl would say— he wasn’t blind and knew she had enjoyed her time with him, but she had been very firm (in a sense— Amelia broke her own promise once) at the time his engagement with Narcissa got in the way of things.

“I’m very persistent,” the Malfoy heir corrected, stepping forward to back Amelia against the bookcase. He didn’t close the space between them completely, but Lucius left the girl little room to move unless she moved around him entirely. “Which carries us through to my proposal.” He gave a soft chuckle and reached up, his finger twirling through a blonde strand of her hair. Lucius gave it a gentle pull before finally allowing the soft curl to fall from his pointer finger, green hues glancing back to meet her gaze. “Agree to humor me with lunch this week before the weather gets too cold for us to bundle up and hide somewhere out on the grounds.”  

amelia had wondered how long he’d indulge in her mind games before announcing his intentions for being there. there was always a mystery to him, his words so calvary, while his green hues tangled in his thoughts. no matter how many hours she spent getting lost in them, reading his thoughts was no easy task, she learned to expect the unexpected with him very early on, after all, he was full of surprises.“lucius” she had warned as he backed her into a dangerous territory, feeling the bookcase against her back, as she followed his gaze, hoping to catch a glimpse at his next move.

though she meant to be watching him, she found herself victim to his gaze, paralyzed by his touch, captivated foolishly by the malfoy, his proposal almost as seducing as he; she wanted to say yes, every fiber of her being wanted her to say to his simple proposal of lunch, to embrace their summer fling once more, but someone already said yes to his proposal and it wasn’t her. tilting her head gently to the side, to get a better look at him, was he being serious?  and why was she considering saying yes? it went against all her principles, yet with his gaze set on her, her mind only went to the airiness of their summer, “one lunch” she complied with a gentle sigh, caving once more as she had done so before, it truly wasn’t fair. “will narcissa be joining us?” if he wasn’t going to play fair, neither was she. 

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madeofrumors‌:

WHO: rita skeeter & open WHERE: hogwarts library  — near restricted section WHEN: october 12th, 2:11 AM

The desk was a disorganized mess; chaos coming in the form of several sheets of parchment, an ink bottle tipped to its side and spilling, and a number of photographs she had taken. The photographs were a mix of Hogwart’s latest gossip as well as some more ghastly looking images of Xenophilius and the blood art that laid beneath his body. She hadn’t slept much since that night. How could she when she had so much to cover in such a short amount of time? Only at Hogwarts could there be scandals ranging from murder to missing persons to whose undies were currently tied up to the quidditch goal post. It left her mind spiraling, fingers rubbing at her temples as she thumbed at one of the photographs in deep concentration. “I need to get something out soon,” she mumbles to herself, exhausted. 

amelia had just finished her studying for the night, yawning as she looked at the clock, it was time to retire from the night, packing up her things, and making her way towards the exit. the overachiever couldn’t help but notice that someone was staying later than she, curious to who, she allowed her eyes to lead. her eyes scanned the messy work area, a good indication of a working ravenclaw, though as her eyes fell onto raven-haired girl, a worried look rested on her face as her eyes landed on her friend, “what are your choices?” she asked, her green hues landing on the photos before her, the stories that everyone wanted the scoop on, who did it, and why, the pressure of reporting the truth falling on rita. “how can i help?”

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@rabiashafiq @madeofrumors

“It’s probably Jake being a douche.”

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