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Ad Allegra: Moriar Liber

@adallegra

Allegra Fenwick, Slytherin seventh-year
MDNI - RP

[Will to Allegra, at any time and in any place where their beautiful friendship is blossoming]

Allegra... Could you... Maybe cast the big P spell? Pretty please? I haven't seen my hoofed companion in a while. Pretty please? I know you're great at it. Your charmwork is so good, Allegra! πŸ‘‰πŸ‘ˆ

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Allegra’s hand paused mid-reaching for the book near the top of the shelves. Brows furrowed, she hissed, β€œHere? In the library?”

Tip-toeing, she dragged the top of the binding down with an extended finger, and only when she had the volume safely in her hands did she look at William. She silently pondered his sudden request and wondered what sort of inconvenient upset had caused him to seek her out. Perhaps Cassandra had deliberately scheduled a prefects’ meeting to clash with Quidditch practice again. It wouldn’t be the first time. Not that Will needed the extra sessions, she mused proudly and with obvious partiality. Still, in Imelda’s words, unless their seeker had suddenly developed the skill to catch the snitch blindfolded, she expected perfect attendance.

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thank you so much for tagging me, Shan 🩷 love your music selection, so many good songs there.

Thank you so much for the tags @esoleanπŸ’šπŸ’•:D πŸ•ΊπŸŽΆ

And everyone else who wants to join.Β πŸ’š

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music, always 🀍

You notice a mandrake tucked away on the corner of the staff table in the Great Hall, surrounded by an assortment of shiny gift boxes. It's curiously quiet, but the longer you look, the more you see its tiny, leafy arms trembling with indignation.

"Oh, gifts," it says, voice dripping with sarcasm as it notices your attention. "All wrapped up, with ribbons and bows. Everyone's so thoughtful. Meanwhile, I sit here, unwrapped and unloved. Oh no, nobody thought, β€˜Let's wrap a box for the poor mandrake!’ You couldn't even pretend?”

What do you do?

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With how publicly the Headmaster loathed to "spill unnecessary wizarding blood”, he certainly was persistent in pestering Allegra with attempts at getting her father to lobby for the reinstatement of the Triwizard Tournament β€” to be hosted at Hogwarts, naturally. In the pursuit of legacy and prestige, Allegra supposed that hypocrisy was the least of Black’s concerns.

She had only managed to escape the Headmaster’s nasally harangue when another griping voice assaulted her ears. Allegra heaved a heavy sigh and arduously turned to face the potted plant with deliberate stillness.

β€œAll wrapped up, with ribbons and bows…”

Further down the staff table, she caught sight of their Charms professor effusively offering his stash of lemon drops to an avoidant Professor Onai.

β€œYou couldn't even pretend?”

Allegra exhaled through her nose as her eyes slid back to the grumbling mandrake, β€œDon’t worry. You’re not the only thing that is unwrapped and unloved.”

Anonymous asked:

A lad from one of the portraits gasps loudly as soon as he sees you starts to smile from ear to ear. He quickly pulls out his flute, and starts to play while givin you a wink here and there.

Such talent.

Anonymous asked:

Drop this sunflower 🌻 into the inboxes of the blogs that make you happy! Let’s spread a little sunshine!β˜€οΈβ€οΈβ€πŸ”₯

And who was to find the pretty bloom but this one

(thank you so much 🀍 sending you sunflowers right back! 🌻 )

Anonymous asked:

What would you say if I put your petite chin in my hand, look deep into your eyes and shove a biscuit between your deep red lips?

Expulso.

Anonymous asked:

You'rea good girl, aren't you Allegra? A very good girl.

Depending on who you are, the very best.

*It was at that point in the class when Professor Binns’s drones faded into indistinct background noise and one had to really strain to decipher his words.

You suddenly felt a weight on your shoulder. The blonde Ravenclaw’s head had finally stopped bobbing in drowsiness, and had instead slumped against you. Andrew let out a soft, quiet snore, looking quite content with his new pillow.*

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Allegra jerked, stretching her neck to capture a look at the unexpected interloper. She recognised him. They had passed each other multiple times on her morning runs, though he had always avoided her eyes. Lawson? Larson? That was it. She huffed in irritation and poked him gently on his side, but failing to wake him, she shifted so that her arm remained free to take notes.

At least this one didn’t drool.

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*Puts a spoon full of honey into my tea while I keep eye contact.*

Where's Officer Singer when you need her?

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"Oh? Sallow, are you saying there's a crime being committed?" Lilith says and dips her spoon into the honey jar of the stranger as well. She gives it a proper taste test and sighs.

"Buckwheat honey? Nyet, nyet, it takes all the taste out of tea. If I want honey β€” I eat honey. Sebastianchik, why do we need Singer for this? I'm sure we can handle such crimes among ourselves."

The amount of food crime committed at Hogwarts is astounding.

Allegra: *Plays with Clem and pretends to eat Clem's snacks only to show that oh, Allegra has more!*

Elland, caught off guard somewhere to the side, watching it all transpire:

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*gives Clementine one last smooch and ruffle before leaving for class, after which, the Golden trots up to Elland instead:*

Anymore treatos?

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