calm-like-lightning - Tumblr blog

[calm-like-lightning]

illuminate-manipulate:

Illumi is only passing through on her way back to the castle, broom in hand. Flying gives her a chance to clear her head, and get away from the world that continuously tells her who ought to be. The dysphoria doesn’t ever seem to end, no matter how she copes. There’s no way around it–with the limited choices she has, expressing her gender identity is simply a luxury that she does not yet have.

Her gaze shifts from the path beneath her feet to the commotion of a broom race–and the spell that guarantees the victory. She purses her lips, but opts to keep going–until she realizes someone is addressing her, and it only takes one look to decide–whatever the hell this is about, she’s in. Larxene, of all people, is orchestrating this thing. Larxene, among the most insufferable of the other Slytherins.

Sure, Illumi isn’t on the Quidditch team, and flying is more of a hobby, but… To beat Larxene at her own game… It’s an opportunity Illumi is simply too proud of pass up. “You certainly are conceited,” she states in that eerie, far too calm voice as she steps forward–not that she herself isn’t. “I’ll take you on. How much do you have in winnings so far? Let’s wager that amount. I’m able to match it, I’m sure.” Yes, Illumi may be outclassed on a broom, but she knows how Larxene operates, knows the arrogance and the last-minute, game-changing spells–and has the confidence to believe she can hold her own against them. “My only condition–no spells aimed at brooms.” With something so open-ended, it was bound to stay plenty interesting.

     Larxene grit her teeth at the girl's comment. She was not by any means in her book ‘coceited’. Whoever her opponent thought they were she was determined to put them in their place. “I've easily made a hundred and five off these chumps,” she says proudly and steps up to the girl. She wasn't scared, and she was gonna show it. Larxene didn’t want to bet this much but hey she could double her winnings right her right now. 

     When the rules were placed Larxene had to think about it for only a moment. A moment of hesitation, in all her races she cast some spell but always aimed for the broom, merely for her safety of not being caught by teachers and having to stop these races. If this opponent wanted an injury to more than their pride Larxene will gladly oblige. 

     “Okay then... But if and when I beat your conceited ass,” she mocked slightly in her tone. “Don't go crying to the teachers.” Holding her hand out she smirked. “The course is around the school, through the tallest goal posts on the quidditch field and under the bridge, first one back wins.”  Once hands were shaking and rules agreed upon Larxene sat on her broom. “Better be ready because I'm not gonna hold back like before.” 

     Glancing at another person in the group she growled. “Count us off, on three we go.” Hovering on her broom she waited for the count.

A Race to Beat

[calm-like-lightning]

A Race to Beat

     Squinting her eyes she held tight to her broom and leaned forward. This was yet another easy win for her. Looking back at her opponent she smiled and pulled out her wand. “scintillam!” she yelled a spark of light left her wand and went for her opponents broom causing them to swerve and for her to win. Landing on the ground he smirked and held out her hand. “Pay up sucker.” 

     Her winnings were placed in her hand and she felt wonderful. “Who else wants to race! I don't got all day,” she yelled out over the crowd of kids. she had beaten ten students by now and her winnings were quite grand. she could stop and enjoy them but she was having too much fun beating other students. 

     “Name your price and the rules and ill still beat you,” Larxene said with confidence. “How about you?” she pointed at a random person. “Think you can beat me? I could use some actual competition.” 

[calm-like-lightning]

epsiloncrucis:

“I can see that.“

Croix laughs, soft under her breath, and pushes her sunglasses up into her hair. Takes a moment to survey the cloud, the dissipating drizzle, then shakes her head.

“…But I don’t understand why. All it does is rain in Britain,” she complains, flippant and a little overdramatic. The kind of tone that only serves to irritate her Slytherins in class. They need to learn to take things less seriously, she’s decided–all of them.

But particularly this one, it seems.

“Haven’t we all had enough of rain? It’s a nice day, enjoy it while it lasts. There’s always more time for studying, for practice.” It’s a lesson Croix learned the hard way herself. Seventh year goes by in a flash, and there’s never enough time… “And never enough for the things that really matter.”

    her eyes widened at the presence of a teacher. Very rarely was she approached by one out of the blue. flicking her wrist back at the cloud she made it disappear. looking back she shrugged. “I dunno...” She shoved her wand back in in its spot. “days like this are boring.”  Larxene pushed herself up and turned to face the teacher.

    “I like storms any ways, they mean action and power.” It’s true, she studied a lot of elemental magic on her own and enjoyed storms and things. This may be out of the norm for Britain but for her nice days like this were normally boring. glancing back to her teacher she smirked.

    “What are you doing out her anyways Mrs. Meridies did you need help with something?” Larxene was slightly suspicious of the teacher.

    There were plenty of other students outside so why was she singled out? She hadn't caused any major trouble recently so she knew it wasn’t that but still. Larxene had also rarely seen teachers leave the interior of the school unless it was for a quidditch match. “If there's a student bugging you I would be more than happy to help them figure out what they need.”

The Storm Comes

[calm-like-lightning]

The Storm Comes

     Humming to herself Larxene lazily thought about what she could do this fine evening. Here she was leaning against a tree relaxing and with nothing to do. In her book, it would have been perfect. But it wasn’t, she needed something to do anything honestly. 

     Reaching down to her boot she pulled out her wand and began waving it at the pond. Maybe she would try again to make a rain cloud and lightning. Muttering so only she could hear she began the lazy start of trials and errors of forming a simple cloud. 

     After some trials, she finally got the cloud and slowly began to make rain fall into the pond. She had actually achieved a light drizzle, now to see if she could make more water droplets. She lost her focus when a twig snapped behind her. 

     “What do you need! Can't you see I’m trying to do something.” She said angered and turned towards the person. 

[calm-like-lightning]

This is a test post.

This is a test post.

This is a test post.

This is a test post.