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AYÇA AYŞIN TURAN as Halide Gürkan  /  Arıza, episode 14

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pixie , niffler , minotaur !

pixie: how does your muse tend to get in trouble ?

as a student, she did not really get into trouble — too fearful of punishment to even think about it. she’d heard the stories of students being sent to the forbidden forrest doing merlin knows what that has got her saying ‘no!’ to anything that might produce the same ends. daphne also refuses for her actions to be the reason why house points are being taken away from slytherin ( which means she’s extra bitter when they end up losing the house cup anyway ) so she hardly got into any trouble while at school. when her friends do end up in detention, she’s the one waiting for them at the common room with snacks at the ready, and her ears perked up for any irate rants they may feel the need to unload.

the same situation can be said now that she’s working. daphne follows instructions well and is diligent with what she does. perhaps the only time she ever gets scolded by the more senior healers was when she becomes a little too blunt with patients; never one to mince her words when delivering any diagnosis or hides her annoyance when dealing with annoying patients.

when it comes to her parents, they probably see the entirety of how she’s living her life now as trouble. however, trouble to them is her freedom so she doesn’t think too much about it. 

niffler: does your muse value wealth ?

answered here !

minotaur: what secret does your muse keep hidden ?

answered here !

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Minotaur: What secret does you muse keep hidden? / Niffler: Does your muse value wealth? / Unicorn: Which of the Seven Heavenly Virtues relates to your muse?

minotaur: what secret does your muse keep hidden ?

not necessarily a secret kept hidden but something she has yet to talk about is how lately she feels as though she is stuck in-between two worlds: the life that she knew and still has a reason to hold on to and the life that she’s living now, feeling faux as she exists amongst courageous faces.  

niffler: does your muse value wealth ?

she does, much so. having grown up with it means a part of her identity revolves around material wealth in that she simply cannot survive without some of the luxuries she’s used to having. while she is living a lot more humbly these days ( with a job and a shared apartment ! ), this does not mean that she has completely abandoned the lifestyle she grew up with. after all, she tends to get a little lightheaded when she does not splurge on something at least once a month.   

unicorn: which of the seven heavenly virtues relates to your muse ?

faith, even if it’s just mostly faith in herself. daphne’s belief in her capabilities and her judgment is an important facet of her life — the way that she listens to herself is the driving force that led her to the person that she is today. 

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ACCEPTING ! 

killing eve starters 

mythical creature headcanons

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brain a litter of thoughts, feet quickly shuffling as she went from one place to another — being somewhat afloat in the centre of wizarding london’s busiest area was decidedly not one of her smartest moments. in daphne’s defence, promptness was required in her current endeavour. with her attention hanging on the possibility of missing out on this book release, she had failed to be more aware of her surroundings. “what? i—” taking the paper offered to her, she glances at the familiar face the hand was connected to and manages a nod of recognition. “no way,” she says in disbelief, turning over the patient notes she scribbled down awhile ago to check if it was still in pristine condition. “thank you, merlin, i would have been in utter shite had i lost this.” patting down the pockets of her robe, daphne shook her head. “it must have fallen out with all that movement.”

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: diagon alley in london, england. 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: open to all, feel free to assume connections!

the news article seemed to be far more interesting to cho, head deep within the screen of her phone as she walked through the streets of diagon alley. though to avoid another mishap like the last time she was here, she looked up every now and again, making sure to steer clear or anyone that could possibly use as a hazard again. from her peripheral vision, she caught a glimpse of an item to the ground, not hesitating to pick it up and held it between two fingers. “ hey, ” she called out to the person in front. “ did you drop this? ”

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there was no reason propelling enough, she was certain she had once said, that would encourage her to tip the scales in favour of death and put an incendiary device in between her lips. granted the chances of her dying at the hands of a lit cigarette was undeniably low as compared to a great number of other factors, but that would not stop her conviction. besides, she’s a healer and has studied enough about this profession ( including its muggle equivalent ) to know that smoking is a health hazard. this train of thought, however, did not explain why she still took a cigarette out of the proffered tin. perhaps it was the intrigue. she is, after all, eternally curious. “thank you.” inspecting it, she could see the amount of care put into its making. “given that i don’t smoke i don’t think it should matter whether or not i trust you.” 

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:   diagon alley   !

“smoke?” single word is spoken around the one already stuck between his teeth. niko really looks as bored as he feels, and in the watery late evening sun, imagines he sees something similar in his leaky cauldron beer garden company. maybe it’s this that inspires him to - still somewhat cautiously - offer the little tin he kept pre rolled cigarettes in, to the other, or maybe he’d heard the news that offering one was found to be the last remaining act of human compassion. whatever it was that had gotten into him & caused this almost friendly display was, at the very least, very funky fresh of him. “they’re muggle. made them myself.” a beat passes, in which the gears of his mind turn & his lips pull into a savage sort of smile. “depending on how trusting you are, that could be good or bad.” 

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a pleased smile and a satisfied nod of her head, to be regarded like so is a considerable achievement even if it was only just draco’s voice amongst the others. “i’m quite happy to know that our years away from school has not reduced your good judgement by one bit.” daphne quips, perhaps a little too pleased with his agreement. “but you ought to have a little more faith in yourself. i mean, it would not be awful to have two voices of reason.” frankly speaking, they probably need it.

‘ i think i speak for all of us, just in general. ’  / @halcyonhopes​ !

“ i don’t know about all of that… “ he drawelled slowly, resting his chin onto his hands as he started at daphne from across one of the kitchen counters. he blew idly at the cup of coffee in front of him. they were supposed to leave to meet with the rest of their friends minutes ago, but draco was barely ready. “ i think… ACTUALLY, maybe it should be you. i don’t think i’d trust any of us with all that. not even myself. “

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tiimetvrners​:

it was rare for theodore to leave the ministry over the lunch hour, often either choosing to eat at his desk or skipping lunch all together to continue working on the project at hand. and when he did, he usually picked a secluded table, and came equipped with a book. engrossed in his book and absent mindedly picking at his salad, he was oblivious to the world around him. meaning he didn’t see daphne, let alone her struggles to escape her companion. if he had, he might have made an effort to rescue her. though, it would’ve been in the form of a small hex to the man’s legs, nothing obvious.

needless to say, he was caught off guard by the sound of the chair scraping across the ground. he hid his shock, instead narrowing his eyes as he looked up from his book. however, the second that he realized who had joined him, he allowed his features to soften. after all, he was sure daphne had suffered enough at his hands, if she willingly chose to sit with him it was for a good reason. 

“understood,” he responded, unintentionally curt as he took a glance at the area around them, looking for whatever or whomever daphne was trying to escape. his eyes landed on the man almost immediately, his nose crinkling out of disgust. “next time, i would suggest a toenail growing hex,” he responded, before pursing his lips. “you’re welcome to stay as long as you need,” he added, though somewhat reluctantly. 

only when her shoulders visibly relaxed, the muscles that were keeping her upright loosening as she settles in her seat, did daphne realise just how tense she was. while a part of her had expected for theodore to ignore her, she did not truly think that he would have it in himself. especially not when she jumped right ahead and explained her situation before he can raise a questioning look. however, that persistent voice in the back of her head wanted her to expect the worst which only fizzled when he met her with the expression she was hoping for; understanding. 

technically speaking, there was an air of reluctance that she can feel and hear but she would gladly take that over immediate disinterest any day. 

“thank you,” she says with an attempt at a smile. “i have to admit i did not think about subtle hexing. with how annoying he was, my thoughts lingered on the more impactful hexes i imagined doing which i obviously could not do given the time and the amount of people milling about.” that was not to say all is too late to give the other man a more lasting impression. after all, revenge was best served sneakily. “but i shall keep the toenail hex in mind.” deciding to go for further cordiality, she looks at him. “how have you been, though? it’s been awhile.”

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sneakscar​:

“it must have been the reprieve from classes,” marietta looks up to the stand and shades her eyes with a hand. it’s easy enough to imagine herself perched up there with ravenclaw colors smeared on her cheeks and throat raw from shouting. “merlin knows it was the only time i wasn’t worrying about essays for a few years.” she’d stopped going during the year umbridge arrived ; had taken to staying in the tower and occasionally seeing glimpses of color and the sound of cheering on the wind while she read or puzzled over a chess board or just curled up on one of the chairs.

“i haven’t got that excuse,” she admits, “but it just seems…too risky to be enjoyable, these days. all i can picture is someone breaking their neck out there. i wouldn’t want to witness it.” it’s dreadfully honest, spoken out here on the quiet green. they’ve all seen more than enough violence and injury for a lifetime - marietta cannot comprehend taking the risk of seeing more. “are any of the people who have gone pro participating? it seems like it would be an unfair advantage.”

"we were so eager to get out of our classes,” too eager, in fact, with students spilling out into the hallway and towards the quidditch stands in enthusiastic packs. if she closed her eyes and focused hard enough, she was almost positive she can still hear the cheerful screams inside her head. it was a memory imprinted in her mind forever; a reminder of exactly what the good old days looked like. “and i’m sure the betting pools were a massive source of excitement too. certainly makes you more invested in what was happening when you’ve got galleons to lose.” speaking from experience, it was what made her attentive.

"i’m actually surprised that has not happened more often,” her features were quick to morph into that of horror at the image that marietta managed to conjure in her thoughts. “hopefully we don’t get to witness that kind of injury anytime soon.” with their luck, the universe might just decide to throw them the biggest cosmic joke and make a fuss at today’s game. would that not make for a wonderful opener to memorial weekend? “i think it’s just a regular game for the house cup. imagine if the professionals came to play and lost, though? i would love to see that.”

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solapuerx​:

“I know. It’s almost like they don’t trust their students or their former students.” Michael shook his head in mock disappointment. His lips turned up into a grin, “Of course.” 

“I guess you’re right,” Michael agrees, straightening himself up. It had occurred to him to get them back in some way, though he never really followed through. He usually just relied on brain and mouth to quip something back at them. “Maybe you could help me with that,” Michael offered, “I need a brain like yours to come up with something good enough. What do you say?” 

“oh, i am quite positive that they certainly don’t.” after all, the amount of rule breakers this institution had produced in the years since its establishment warrants a great level of distrust coming from the professors. “if anything i would be more surprised if the old man did not have his storage locked up.”

pursing her lips, daphne pretends to be deep in thought before slowly nodding her head. “alright, since you asked so nicely. but first,” raising an eyebrow, she continues. “what would i get out of helping you?” it may have been years but she is still a product of her hogwarts house and giving without taking is an unknown concept to her. 

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“in my defence, i was keeping an ear out.” she says, barely looking up from the muggle magazine she has propped open before her. the section on current fashion trends felt far more interesting than a conversation she feels that she and nazli have had plenty of times. it was not as though she enjoys being particularly rebellious; just as any other sane person, the thought of violating the statute of secrecy does not sound very appealing. aside from that, daphne likes nazli enough ( merlin forbid she ever had to say that out loud ) to adhere to their shared home regulations. yet she draws the line at washing the dishes the muggle way. it was just so plebeian. “i had to learn them on my spare time because there is absolutely no way i would be using my hands to clean.” huffing in mock indignation, she extends both hands for the other to see. “i mean, just look at that. it’s too delicate to be doing common work. i can’t risk it.”

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:   shared house   ! 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆:   @halcyonhopes​​   !

“you can’t keep doing the dishes like that.” daphne was LUCKY that nazli was the first to emerge, this morning. their bleary eyes an unnatural shade of violet & a rat perched on their shoulder ( hairless rum was the chosen one, with coke sleeping as soundly as their muggle roommate back in her cage ), their first stop upon trudging into the kitchen like every step pained them was the coffee pot, their words a mumble. even the smell did wonders for them, and as they waited for the machine to heat up what remained in the pot, they admitted, “it is effective, though. how’d you get to be so good at cleaning spells?” maybe they just didn’t share the knack & maybe they’d simply spent too long doing things the muggle way to master the alternative - nazli had never been able to trust magic when it came to their chores, and there was probably a degree of jealousy fueling their early morning chastising. 

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Michael is 5’11 !!

height meme ! ft. michael corner ( @solapuerx )

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MEME NIGHT !

accepting: sentence starters + headcanons + height meme

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sneakscar​:

that lures a SMILE - mild though it may be - from marietta. there are far more people who ADORE THE GAME than those who dislike it. she still sometimes thinks of the very small body of harry potter plummeting that one time ; she avoids the game, largely, due to the accidents. there have been fatal ones. it just seems A WASTE to throw yourself about so recklessly for what - entertainment? maybe she just doesn’t get the appeal of sports.

the breeze shifts her hair and marietta tilts her head up towards the sky for a moment before tilting to look over at her new company. “thank merlin,” it comes on the tail end of a breathy laugh as she surveys the empty stands that will no doubt be filled to brimming with spectators once the game begins, “i thought i was the only one who finds all that sound to be a bit of a headache.”

the memories were faint, blurred by years of turmoil and seemingly perpetual darkness, and daphne can hardly remember the time when she used to be an avid quidditch supporter. avid, was an overstatement because she used to only watch slytherin games anyway; cannot be bothered with any more raucous energy than that. at twenty-four, it was safe to say that she no longer has any affection for the game. however enthralling it still was.

“please, it was always the worst. i guess our younger selves were just too high on adrenaline to notice anything else.” the obsession of who would win and the happiness that comes once the points were tallied ─ back when nothing else mattered but house pride. “now, i can only see danger and future patients. the amount of times i’ve witnessed quidditch related injuries up close must have taken all the enjoyment i could find in watching a game.”

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𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: a restaurant somewhere in wizarding london 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇: theodore nott ( @tiimetvrners )

there are certain degrees to one’s ability to tolerate inconveniences. while others were capable of putting their foot down, daphne was unsurprisingly the type to let certain things pass in stride. she supposes this tolerant nature came after years of being reared for subservience; an old habits die hard sort of thing. and even though she can ( and she will ) argue that she has grown a stronger backbone since her teenage years, perhaps some things are just too terribly slow to change.

case in point, her refusal to hex this man who had forced himself into her company. 

in her defence, they were in public. there was no way she would be willing to tarnish her image even if the possibility of seeing him crumble at the mercy of her wand gave daphne immense satisfaction. there are more subtle ways to get rid of him and just her luck, salvation came at the form of a familiar face. there was a moment of hesitation, brought about by years of tension. in the end, desperation won. merlin help her, she hopes he would not banish her on sight.

“nott,” she says as a way of greeting, pulling the chair to sit across from him. “i apologise for interrupting your lunch time but i’m afraid i needed an escape.” risking a quick glance behind her, daphne cannot help but roll her eyes at the sight of the other man still watching her. “you see, i had to lie to that guy that i was meeting someone here just to get rid of him but he wouldn’t stop until he saw through it himself and i─” pausing to catch herself, she straightens her back to maintain some decorum. “i’m sorry. you are allowed get rid of me but can we please wait until he’s gone?”

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solapuerx​:

“I’m afraid all his interesting shit is locked up,” Michael smirks, referring to the Potions basement that surely contained items that were more intriguing than old textbooks in a dusty closet. Arms crossed over his chest, Michael leans against one of the counters. “There’s nothing I can think of that would be worse than that,” He laughs, shaking his head. 

“That’s good at least.” Michael was familiar with the default saying of ‘ i’m okay ’ despite, perhaps, not feeling a hundred percent okay. He rolls his eyes a bit, though an amused smile crosses his lips. “I’d certainly say so. With Draco and Mafalda as coworkers, it doesn’t go without saying that everyday you wonder what kind of antics they’ll come up with. I guess at some point you get used to it though. Draco once pretended not to know me for months despite the fact we were in the same school for years.” 

          “WELL THAT’S A DAMN SHAME.” she says, staring longingly at the apparently useless closet. rummaging through slughorn’s collection would have certainly made for an interesting trip to the potions classroom and it would have been reparations for her lack of invitation to the slug club. “right? amongst other things, of course.” forcing a short smile that was dropped quickly however the sparkle of amusement was left in her eyes.

          despite herself, a soft smile managed to catch at her lips at the mention of familiar names. daphne was never one for sentimentality but she would argue that there is something about where they are that just manages to tug at her heartstrings. however, she would rather be caught dead than admitting that out loud. “perhaps you should just go ahead and pull one of your own antics, never hurts to return the favour. i know i would try to do the same if only i could.”