elderwandskeeper:

     ^{BOY OF FIRE,  he still FLICKERS  when it brushes against him. He hisses, GLARES, &  props a crude gesture  in her directions. Less impressed,  more on edge , he’ll be offended instead.}

            ^{❛ Very cute .   Fuck you.❜}

^{What’s the plan? What’s the plan?   A dam of a door, an sea of undead — then you’ll break it, you’ll part the sea, you’ll burn everything in sight . Except one.  Keep one puppet;  it’s strings lead to a master. You want a little CHAT with them, after all.} 

^{BANG – there’s already the first body crashing against the door. With a flick of his wand, a spell beams through the air and clashes on his side. There’s a creak and he begins waving his wand some more, levitating furniture and moving it in front of the oak.} 

   ^{❛ I bet this isn’t how you imagined spending your Friday night, Elphaba !❜}

                                       _{‘ &  the same to you. ‘}

          _{She turns the shaft of her splintering wand to the creatures throwing themselves at the door, her eyes glace sideways every few moments, both smug at his continued ego, yet sharing in the glint of UNCERTAINTY in his eyes. it was constantly so ———— two opposing sides of one coin. the pureblood & the mudblood, the white boy, the green witch. but both shared in the unconstrained power, the cunning spirit of house slytherin, something that had only fueled her father’s embarrassment towards her. but now she didn’t care, she was just as damn GOOD as this blonde ass, & admit it or not, they both bled the same.} 

                             _{‘ Believe me, I have seen WORSE. ‘}

             _{Another flame jumps from her, and her heart skips a beat with her labored breaths, the pounding of corpses against wood continued, but her teeth dug into her lip with FURY. it was pure denial ;; she wouldn’t back down before him. ( before anyone ).} 

elderwandskeeper:

     ^{Trust, beware whom. IT GOES FOR BOTH NOW — and he stares at her with scars in his eyes, heart burning  to reject her. For TRUST wasn’t offered out, it was earned.  SHE DIDN’T EARN IT ; she would have to earn it now.  It was terrifying.  Absolutely terrifying to trust a stranger;  more than the monsters craving to gnaw on his bones.}

        ^{❛ You better. ❜}

 ^{HEAVY WORDS ; shaking hands ;  breathless air.  He turns, gripping onto his hawthrone wand. Towards the stairs he goes.          ❛ We need to barricade the door. Hold them off until they’re all here. Then when he open them, we can raise hell on them.  Burn them all . You know the spell for that, right ?! ❜   — he’s already half-way down the staircase.} 

                                 ‘  Incendio. ‘

       _{SHE  grins as the flame licks his pastel skin, & yet barely avoids scalding a single hair. she, too, knew her power was great. whether or not either trusted the other, they both had to know the GREATNESS behind their fingertips, & elphaba was not one to stand back, or hide her capability, even in crisis. not again, not ever again.} 

       _{HER  bulky, mocha boots fly down the hovering staircases, one hand securing her hat to her head & the other gripping the shaft of her tired old wand with pale knuckles. ( burn them all. burn them all. ) even amongst both their power, the creatures were not to be taken lightly. her teeth GRIND against each other, eyes darting to her surroundings. hoping the trust would hold with the blonde boy —————————— he was her housemate. he was all she had.} 

&. @elderwandskeeper (x)

     _{Her heart, too, is beating RAPIDLY. she can near hear his as the brow of his pale face glazes with sweat, much like her own. fingernails draw crescents of blood from her palms. INHUMAN – it was the first word in mind. deformed, twisted, crawling corpses. of all the times she had been mocked, how often she had been called such things, such inhuman things. she wished now they could see the army of flesh, withered and rotting, and tell her SHE was but inhuman.}

     _{A  familiar itch grows beneath her skin, fingertips already near alight. it was odd, she, who was known for her aversion to most everyone, had found something meaningful in the red-painted malfoy, arms extended, her legs quiver with the unhalting FEAR, the notion that however difficult, she must either trust him, or die upon her feet. flames burn at her core and blaze hot orange against her palms. ready or not. a most POWERFUL witch…  it would now be seen as truth or mere fiction.}

                                                                   _{‘ Yes. ‘}

miiserably:

╳—: schrrecken+ music-y goodness.

_{↳ runs in the family.}

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‘My friend’s depressed, she’s a wreck, she’s a mess.
                     They’ve done all sorts of tests and they
                      guess it has something to do with her
                      grandmother’s, grandfather’s,
                      grandmother civil war soldiers who
                      badly infected her.’

      _{SHE HAS  to wonder, if only for a split second, buried in the crevices of her mind, if perhaps, she too was but PLAGUED with the guilt &  grief of her family’s past, of eminants lost of wars &  sons. but it’s of course, brushed off her calloused skin. how LUDICROUS to blame another for her faults.}

                                                                  _{‘ SORRY  to hear it. ‘}

       _{‘ PARDON ME, usually the library is more ( vacant ) than this. if you don’t mind ——————- ‘} 

        _{SHE DELICATELY  pulls the empty seat out from the table, laying a gratuitous stack of literature on the table before them. the more PRIVATE titles hidden below her normal coursework and textbooks, no one needed to know that her POWER was far beyond what it should’ve been. wht she would’ve given to gain access to the forbidden section, but she held her intrigue behind walls of alignment to structure. she would not risk being sent back to her hellish home.}

dysfunctionalunit:

Hufflepuff: fight me

Slytherin: *quietly from where their hufflepuff bff can’t see* do not touch my sweet cinnamon bun if you ever want to see the light of day again