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 Posted: Wed Sep 16, 2020 9:29 pm
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 Cᴏɴsᴛᴀɴᴛ_Vᴀɴ Gʀᴏᴏᴛspaces
( Dutch Half-Blood ￭ Beauxbatons Alumni ￭ Musician and More ) ↫xx
_𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥, 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫
_𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫
_𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞
_𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞
_𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧
_𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭,
_𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐟𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐦
_𝐈 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐦𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧
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Constant's gig at the D'Lux had been pretty great, thus being at high spirits as he walked with a guitar case on his back. Honestly, Knockturn has been nothing but fun for him, there's a lot of good times that he wouldn't usually see in other places... if you ignore the dark wizards and the muggers wanting his money. And! He was certain that no reputation-loving social climber would care come in here for too long. Well, Constant wasn't considered a "high-class" anymore, since he just disappeared in the face of the Netherlands and gave up his birthright to his brother Arthur. Besides... It was up to Arthur on what fate he wants to decide with that dingy old mansion. After all... he could admit that his brother was wiser than Constant, given how he was able to learn about the world outside his father's estate earlier than Constant could ever have.
There was a wistful expression on his face, now that he was thinking about it, even stopping to his tracks all the sudden. Stopping his tracks was a mistake though, as it led him to bump on a lady behind him. The impact was probably a bit heavier, given his 6'3" ft height and the weight of his guitar. "Ah, whoops, my bad," Constant said as he looked behind him, a little bit too casually. Not even fazed that it could have been an easily-angered woman. He would just turn off his hearing anything if she says something, Constant was confident that she will never see him again and forget about it. Because this is a big country where no one knows him much about. "Sorry, I mean it, I should have look where I was going. Go ahead and curse me if you're feeling petty though, you won't. It would too much of a hassle and you're probably too busy to waste time on fighting for an ego from getting bumped on."
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𝐀 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫_
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝’𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥_
𝐒𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐚 𝐜𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐫_
𝐈’𝐦 𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐛 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬, 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡_
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐝-𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐈 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭_
𝐈’𝐦 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡_
𝐈 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬_
𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫_
 xxxoυт oғ cнαrαcтerxxx((ooc))▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
wнeɴ - Winter 2050 ↫xx
wнere - Knockturn Streets ↫xxxx
wιтн - Celeste ↫xxxxxx
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Posted: Thu Sep 17, 2020 8:06 pm
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✖ ♥ ✖═════════════════════════════════════════════ нєу gιяℓ, σρєи тнє ωαℓℓѕ, ρℓαу ωιтн уσυя ∂σℓℓѕ
ωє'ℓℓ вє α ρєяfє¢т fαмιℓу
ωнєи уσυ ωαℓк αωαу, ιт'ѕ ωнєи ωє яєαℓℓу ρℓαу
иσ σиє иєνєя ℓιѕтєиѕ, тнιѕ ωαℓℓραρєя gℓιѕтєиѕ
∂σи'т ℓєт тнєм ѕєє ωнαт gσєѕ ∂σωи ιи тнє кιт¢нєи═════════════════════════════════════════════
spaceIt just figured, Celeste thought, that the second she lost focus on her immediate surroundings in favor of searching the names of the shopfronts, that she would end up close enough to someone to bump into them. Or rather, they'd bumped into her, since she'd been standing still. She wasn't dumb enough to split her focus like that, not in Knockturn. For reasons illustrated immediately by the man's (rather over-the-top) reaction to the incident. She blinked at the man, his words taking a long moment to register, partially because she was still a little lost in her own head, and partially because he was being, to her mind, a tad dramatic. Then again, she thought most things were dramatic. She was used to Sorin's stoicism, after all.
spaceShe ducked her head, tucking her hair behind her ear and looking sheepish. "It's no trouble," she said, projecting the image of a meek, submissive woman. The image her parents had forced on her, the one she'd perfected. The one she hated. Still, it served its purpose; she had no desire to get in a fight, especially not here of all places. He might be sincere, uncomfortable in his surroundings and overcompensating. But he might also be trying to goad her. Which, he couldn't. She didn't have much of a temper to goad, not for anyone but her grandmother, anyway. "Though, you might want to be more careful," she hazarded. "People around here, they can be tricky." Tricky here meaning, murderous. Or at least violent. It wasn't as bad as it had been in years past, but this was still very distinctly the bad part of town. Hence why she was here to buy poison. Or, the ingredients to make one, anyway.
spaceAt that thought, she paused. Right, she was on a mission. And hadn't been having much luck, because everything down in Knockturn wanted to act like it was a clandestine affair, except the bloody club. Chewing her lip for a moment, she asked, "I wonder, sir, if you could direct me to the apothecary? I'm a bit turned around." She used her powers to feign a blush, glancing up at him through her lashes before ducking back down. Meek, submissive. A damsel in distress. She might attract the wrong kind of attention, of course, but that was a play she was willing to risk. It's not like she was without means to defend herself, her grandmother's wand tucked safely in her robes. The idiot old woman would never even notice it was gone. She never did anything herself to even need the bloody thing.
═════════════════════════════════════════════ ρℓα¢єѕ, ρℓα¢єѕ, gєт ιи уσυя ρℓα¢єѕ
тняσω σи уσυя ∂яєѕѕ αи∂ ρυт σи уσυя ∂σℓℓ fα¢єѕ
єνєяуσиє тнιикѕ тнαт ωє'яє ρєяfє¢т
ρℓєαѕє ∂σи'т ℓєт тнєм ℓσσк тняσυgн тнє ¢υятαιиѕ═════════════════════════════════════════════ wнere - Knockturn - Near Mulpepper's
wнen - Winter 2050
wιтн - ???
- ooc -
Gonna do some timey-wimey since the months have gotten away from us
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2020 7:45 pm
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Cᴏɴsᴛᴀɴᴛ_Vᴀɴ Gʀᴏᴏᴛspaces
( Dutch Half-Blood ￭ Beauxbatons Alumni ￭ Musician and More ) ↫xx
_𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥, 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫
_𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫
_𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞
_𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞
_𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧
_𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭,
_𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐟𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐦
_𝐈 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐦𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧
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Constant snorted when the lady expressed her warning, that he should be careful. Please. Oh please. Danger was what he was looking forward to the most. "I've been mugged a few times way before I moved to the UK, this wasn't by first broom-riding!" He laughed cheerfully, not noticing how he caught the lady so off-guard because of how dramatic he could be. He shrugged, "I mean, I was a Healer before too, the human body is a dangerous thing to put your wand on, isn't that what the infamous Voldemort learnt in a hard way? For a dark cultist leader who wanted immortality, he was horrible in doing so! The guy didn't even reach my old geezer professor's age!" As someone who has learned a little bit about British history, Voldemort and Harry Potter sounded like the Big Deal for the people here. Which was for the best, he didn't think he'd want to know of his other life if his father were a cultist. Also. His statement may have implied that anyone who has put a wand on him is a dead man, no one knows if it was the truth.
After regaining his composure, he noticed something about the lady when asked for help. At first, he didn't know what was with the lady that disturbed him. He had met Finny, who can be formal as she can be, but nothing about Finny was disturbing to Constant. But then it hit him, the lady was disturbingly... um. Meek. Submissive. A pale doll he saw in his old house's nursery. And most importantly, it honestly reminded him of those suitors who were trying so hard to act like The Proper Lady to "impress" him enough to marry one of them. Constant visibly sighed and winced, waving his hand at her, "Drop the uber-formal act, lady, I've seen that all before. I dropped Etiquette class so there's no point for me to play like we're in a charity ball," Constant when gave her an encouraging wink, "But yes sure I can help you with the Apothecary, it wasn't actually far from here." He clearly looked like he didn't care in the slightest about why this lady would be going in a dangerous place like the Knockturn Alley as he casually gestured her to follow him, nor was he gonna ask what she wanted from here. That is none of his business, as long as this lady did nothing to cause harm to him.
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𝐀 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫_
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝’𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥_
𝐒𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐚 𝐜𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐫_
𝐈’𝐦 𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐛 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬, 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡_
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐝-𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐈 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭_
𝐈’𝐦 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡_
𝐈 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬_
𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫_
xxxoυт oғ cнαrαcтerxxx((ooc))▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
wнeɴ - Winter 2050 ↫xx
wнere - Knockturn Streets ↫xxxx
wιтн - Celeste ↫xxxxxx
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Posted: Tue Sep 29, 2020 8:36 pm
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✖ ♥ ✖═════════════════════════════════════════════ нєу gιяℓ, σρєи тнє ωαℓℓѕ, ρℓαу ωιтн уσυя ∂σℓℓѕ
ωє'ℓℓ вє α ρєяfє¢т fαмιℓу
ωнєи уσυ ωαℓк αωαу, ιт'ѕ ωнєи ωє яєαℓℓу ρℓαу
иσ σиє иєνєя ℓιѕтєиѕ, тнιѕ ωαℓℓραρєя gℓιѕтєиѕ
∂σи'т ℓєт тнєм ѕєє ωнαт gσєѕ ∂σωи ιи тнє кιт¢нєи═════════════════════════════════════════════
spaceCeleste was somewhat taken aback by his candor. She couldn't decide if he was extremely dangerous, or an idiot. Possibly both, all things considered. Sure, he might be a fairly powerful wizard, but arrogance was the downfall of most. She frowned slightly when he mentioned Voldemort, thinking that an ironic choice, all things considered. The dark wizard's arrogance had been his downfall. Underestimating the unsavory sorts lurking in Knockturn Alley seemed like exactly the sort of thing he would've done. But, she kept it to herself; no need to be needlessly combative with a stranger. Particularly not when she didn't want to draw excessive attention. Still, "I wasn't warning you against being robbed," she stated simply. She didn't bother explaining further. He might be ignorant of the area's reputation, true, but... well. Look at it. It hardly gave off a respectable aura. She'd always thought it ironic, actually, how many high powered pureblooded families, with noble lineages and power, spent time lurking in such a seedy place. Herself included.
spaceShe did scowl slightly at his accusations (and the wink); she wasn't behaving any differently than she'd been taught. Which, she supposed was exactly his point. Her eyes narrowed for a moment before she smoothed her expression out; drawing attention to her demeanor had forcibly reminded her of it. Now she was extra-conscious of her behavior, in a way she usually wasn't, unless her grandmother was watching. She was almost worried to continue the interaction, actually. She'd have to make an active effort to behave less... well. Like herself. If only to avoid detection; what if she was identified by her behavior? Shapeshifting powers weren't much help if they started looking for a proper, refined, subdued pureblood girl. The bloodlines had been thinning out for decades. She was, quite literally, a rare breed.
space"You'll have to forgive me," she stated, having to bite her tongue to avoid saying 'sir', "I'm afraid it's rather drilled into me. Manners and all. But, if it bothers you, I just need directions. I'm not requesting an escort or anything dramatic like that." She wished, for once, that she'd taken more after her brother and befriended someone a little less proper than Finny. Her former best friend was certainly less the lady these days (or so she'd heard through the grapevine), but when they'd known one anther they'd been more or less cut from the same cloth. She had no real experience directly interacting with anyone to emulate whose behavior wouldn't draw red flags. Even her manner of speech was suspect, apparently. It was one thing to impersonate a specific person, to act like someone she'd seen. She could put on another's face and mimic them. But when she had no direct source to draw from, she was a bit lost. She'd have to work on that, she thought.
═════════════════════════════════════════════ ρℓα¢єѕ, ρℓα¢єѕ, gєт ιи уσυя ρℓα¢єѕ
тняσω σи уσυя ∂яєѕѕ αи∂ ρυт σи уσυя ∂σℓℓ fα¢єѕ
єνєяуσиє тнιикѕ тнαт ωє'яє ρєяfє¢т
ρℓєαѕє ∂σи'т ℓєт тнєм ℓσσк тняσυgн тнє ¢υятαιиѕ═════════════════════════════════════════════ wнere - Knockturn - Near Mulpepper's
wнen - Winter 2050
wιтн - ???
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lmao
Van Groot: You fake a** b***h
Celeste: .... ANYWAY-
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