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Katie Bell and Daciana Avery Friendship Moodboard

"you are so much more than you think."

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[deamcrtis]

the residual of summer might still be simmering, but the air was stale. clouds hung heavy with the promise of rain, dark and damp across a dreary sky. katie had said to wait for her by the stands, a rickety structure of wood that seemed to be kept together only by the hands of magic, but ciana had grown cold--impatient. the tent didn't look much better than the open field of the quidditch pitch and its surrounding hills, but at least it'd be dry, away from the glaring wind that had picked up since. she hadn't anticipated to walk in on anyone. "i think i should be rather grateful, then." ciana cuts back, swallowing down her initial shock. she looks away in idle attempt to focus on anything else but the boy in front of her.

🐍🧹 open starter // location: quidditch changing tent

it was like coming home for him being on the quidditch pitch and spending hours practicing. the peace it provided him, and the escape from the reality around him was welcomed. the sixth year stepped out of one of the showers in the changing tent and dressed himself just in time for the sound of footsteps to interrupt him. "if you're looking for a show, sorry to say you just missed it." he quipped, and despite his jest there was a hint of annoyance underneath at whoever had entered.

[deamcrtis]

⏤ ・navigate . . .𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 . 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 . 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 .

⏤ ・𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 .

birth name : daciana mara avery . nicknames : ciana , mara , little wolf . age : twenty two . date of birth : december 18th . place of birth : cornwall , england . gender & pronouns : cis woman & she + her . blood status : half blood . family : morana avery ( mother , deceased ) avery jnr ( uncle ) , avery snr ( grandfather )

⏤ ・𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒 .

height : 165 cm / 5'5 ft . hair color : blonde . eye color : green . piercings : n / a . tattoos : n / a . marks / scars : tba . faceclaim : freya allan . house : slytherin . wand : 9½ inches , silver lime , dragon heartstring . boggart : [redacted] . amortentia : tbd . extracurriculars : potions , slug club .

⏤ ・𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 .

child of an affair, daciana avery is forced to carry the burden of her mother's sins from a young age. she grows up on the outskirts of cornwall, far away from the aristocratic circle of pureblood elite, and is kept secluded from the outside world for most of her childhood. her uncle is a bitter, bleak man, and impurity seems to have no room in a family born of the blood of others. to the public, she's an avery; a poor, little orphan, forced into the role of pureblood heiress way too soon. to her uncle she's the devil, the destruction of his legacy, the corrosion eating away at the walls of his broken kingdom. and to her grandfather, she's a ghost that dwells in the shadows of his mind.

she learns quickly that avoidance is better than invoking wrath, and ignorance is bliss. so daciana spends most of her time holed up inside the walls of the manor, stalking passed mahogany panels dense with portraits of ancestors that sneer as she slips by, or curled in on a window seat inside the library, feet tucked beneath her and an ancient book forgotten in her lap. she becomes used to the slurs and taunts, the idea that her blood is inferior. her uncle tells her she should be grateful for their sacrifice, the myth they'd build for her, their family. he'd emphasize on the importance of their veneer, instruct her to perfect the charade but know her place. she'd struggled with that last part, doing the best that she could but then whispers of the dark lord's return arise and everything changes.

her grandfather perks up the summer before her first year. he'd been an old and gangly man, his skin tinted a dull grey, eyes hollow and gaunt as he withered away in a worn leather chair seated in front of the fireplace. he'd hated her--but he'd loved to talk. prone to ramble about the past, about a better time when they still preyed on muggles, shunned their existance and forsook their kind. he starts to mutter about war and eradication, of revolution and a boy named tom that would be their salvation, their destiny. the more the rumors of an uprising spread, the more his words leave behind an eerie silence that lingers across her skin and settles into her bones.

she sees that same boy depicted once, on a crumpled photograph burried inside an old tome on the back shelf of their library. there is no flash of grandeur, no hint of glory and triumph, or a small gesture that proves his supremacy the way her grandfather had described. instead, he looks almost normal, fine cut and tailored in dark rich vests and excessive coats. if she hadn't known better, she would have assumed he was nothing but a mere boy. --maybe a child of one of the aristocratic families in their pureblood circle.

but there's a darkness that clings to his shape, a sense of harrow and death. he starts to haunt her in her dreams, nightmares filled with the premise of a future no longer ambiguous. an omen of a destiny you can't escape. and for the first time ciana becomes scared of her own power, of the insatiable hunger that makes her yearn for more. her grandfather's stories become a mantra that plagues her judgement. because somewhere in the back of her mind is a voice, a hiss, that wonders; if another half-blood could garner so much prestige, then why couldn't she?

⏤ ・𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 .

welcome back to hogwarts, DACIANA AVERY ! according to your file, you’re a TWENTY TWO year old HALF BLOOD. as i’m sure you remember, last spring had its challenges, but i’m confident you’ll take your studies more seriously this year. as a FOURTH year SLYTHERIN, focusing on DIVINATION, you’ve got a lot on your plate. our records show that you're PERCEPTIVE and DETERMINED however, they seem to have left off that you're PRIDEFUL and SELFISH. if i’m correct, you’re siding with NEUTRAL, which makes sense considering you’re known around the castle for the distruction of your family's legacy, paying for the sins of your mother, restless nights plagued by dreams that show you the future, the burden of destiny and the fear of becoming your own worst nightmare. let’s hope you make it through the year in one piece.

[deamcrtis]

・𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐂𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒 . magical process of 𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔰𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 … ⏤ a dependent roleplay blog , affiliated with imperiusfm . this blog is penned by grace , she + her , twenty5 .

⏤ ・ 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨 . 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 . 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 . 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 .