#﴾ twinthorned ﴿ ⇢ Vivienne Primrose

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❧ beauty and the beast sentence starters ☙

➤ @twinthorned asked: ’ If you’d hold still, it wouldn’t hurt as much! ’ - (Vivienne)

  Hermione grumbled as she sat there as her Slytherin friend dabbed her with swabs covered in Wiggenweld potion, and something slightly alcoholic, which explained the little winces that came from the curly haired witch. She hated it. HATED it. But it had to be done, which was why Hermione was frustrated.

  ❝We wouldn't need to do this if Ronald paid attention during class.❞ And as much as she wanted to shout and moan about it, that was when Vivienne dabbed again on her burn wound. Ron had decided to doodle during the lesson, drawing Snape with mean words surrounding him and other silly things, so when it came to actually brewing the assigned potion, he failed. Of course, Hermione attempted to help him recover it ( being advised otherwise from her peers but chose to help anyway ) which THEN lead to the potion exploding, drops going everywhere, hitting various students though only few. Hermione being the main target, and the concoction burning through her robes and onto her skin, leaving nasty, little burns. Luckily it wasn't anywhere revealing so no one got an eye-full, but it was enough.

  Sighing, Hermione looked toward the Slytherin, her brows knitted together, ❝I should've just left him to it, shouldn't I?❞

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   Hermione smiled then, her head tilting to the side as she shrugged her shoulders, ❝I suppose I can't really blame you for being so worried about it—but don't worry about it too much if you can help it. It won't be any good for you, otherwise.❞ She nodded with a hmph.

   And now it was Hermione's time to grumble, ❝Why would you ask such a question when you know I spend most of my time in the library?❞ The witch pouts, her arms crossing over her chest. She took value in her reading, taking in all the material she could get her hands on. She was almost finished reading every book in the library, for Merlin's sake. There was Wizarding Chess, but that was too barbaric for her tastes.

   Eyeing over at her and that cheeky smile, Hermione's eyes rolled, ❝Go on, then, what would you suggest? An outing of sorts?❞

     ❝ Anything is possible. Whether or not this class is truly useful to us skeptics. ❞ A mumble slipped past her lips. Really, if only it was so easy to shake off this uneasy feeling. Even with Hermione's gentle touch attempting to reassure her. She paused, in the middle of the corridor. Throwing her head back briefly just to take in a deep breath of air. Before turning to her friend with a smile. ❝ Merci, Hermione. For your kind words. Though I am fearful my own head is not as easily convinced as I want it to be. — Perhaps I should find myself a good distraction.❞

     A stroll to Hogsmeade maybe. Or a quiet moment with some tea in the common rooms. Though she'd hate to be alone, without either Hermione or Vernon nearby to keep her grounded. And surely both of them have better things to be doing today. She dared not to ask directly, in case she would only be the cause of a dampened mood.

     ❝ I'm not asking you to accompany me if you've got other things to do. But how do you usually put your mind at ease? ❞ Vivienne's own hobbies are unfortunately left at home, back in France. Bar from a pair of pointe shoes still hidden at the bottom of her drawer of belongings. Waiting for a moment of freedom. Or perhaps awaiting the day to go home.

     ❝ And um— please spare me the recommendation of books you've read recently. If I were to do any more thinking, my head may just explode. ❞ Her weakened smile made room for a more playful one. At the very least she trusts Hermione's judgement, despite their differences.

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❧ hogwarts au sentences ☙

➤ @twinthorned asked: “ of course i’m fine. i mean, who wouldn’t want to be told they’re going to have a painful, grim death, on their first divination class? ” - (Vivienne)

  ❝Honestly, Divination is an absolute joke.❞ Hermione rolled her eyes. Honestly, how could anyone believe in such utter rubbish? It was honestly beyond her, how things like a crystal ball to determine your future? It was highly illogical. ❝You won't die, and especially not in such a way.❞ She looked over to the female Primrose twin, her head resting on her hands.

  ❝I wouldn't worry about it, honest. Such prophecies don't come true at all. Total, utter rubbish.❞ Can you tell Hermione really doesn't like Divination?

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  ❝That's why I'm telling you that all this is just total rubbish.❞ And nothing would convince her otherwise. Hermione Granger liked facts, not visuals through a crystal ball or from a teacher who seemed a bit too loopy for her liking. Not that Professor Trelawney wasn't nice, no, she was lovely, but her subject was just... unbelievable in the main sense of the word.

  She looked at her, watching the girl's facial expressions change from one to another as she tried to push the thought of a ❛gruesome death❜ aside. Difficult, really, Harry also had an iffy time with that sort of ideal at first. Poor boy, he had the entire wizarding world on his shoulders if you really thought about it.

  Exhaling with a bit of a hum, Hermione shook her head, ❝Sometimes I question why we have it. It just doesn't seem necessary, but the other professors seem to highly agree to keep it. Spiritual for some, I suppose, getting to see a slim possibility.❞ But why? Why would anyone want to know how they were going to die? To get a chance to prevent it? Absurdity. Wasn't someone's destiny set in stone? Again, that was another absurd thought—anything could change someone's fate if they put their mind to it.

  Reaching her hand out, Hermione gently pat the Slytherin girl's shoulder, ❝Honestly, I really wouldn't worry so much. The chances of anything of the sort coming true is ever so unlikely.❞

     ❝ Mm . . . ❞ As much as Vivienne wanted to listen to Hermione and not believe what Professor Trelawney told her . . . She was worried. Something about this didn't feel right, and out of all things, Vivienne did believe that Divination is real to some degree.

     ❝ Imagine that, though. My decision to transfer to Hogwarts would lead me to such a fate. ❞ It wasn't a good idea to continue thinking about it. It does nothing but cause her sleepless nights. ❝ You're probably right. 𝐶’𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑑𝑒𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠. ❞

     ❝ It's too grim. If I were indeed dying soon, I'd rather not know. ❞ A deep exhale. A roll of her eyes. And a flick of her blonde hair over her shoulder. This is beyond her. ❝ Divination is not even part of the curriculum back at home. They would have at least spared the students with different beliefs. ❞ This will eat away at her. She could feel it in her gut. I'd rather not know. Who in their right mind would want to know that they're going to die a certain way? That's a recipe for disaster.

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  Getting into these types of situations wasn't necessarily something that Hermione Granger had on her agenda. No, she really wasn't a fan of it, but she got so fed up with Ronald getting told off for spacing out or experimenting because he forgot the recipe to the potion they were supposed to be working on due to him NOT paying attention... it was exhausting. ❝Ask me another,❞ She groaned lightly, shaking her head, ❝His gauge to pay attention is just so low, he really just does it to himself.❞

  Her eyes widened at the question, gaze shifting left and right to double-check that it was just the pair of them in the lavatory. ❝...A bit.❞ She muttered quietly. Yes, it was a lot more in her third year, even her fourth when he was such an utter nobhead to her... but that level had lowered quite a bit between then and now. Ronald was lovely, and kind, when he wanted to be, which was most of the time! He wasn't mean intentionally—not much, not really. He just had a big heart, and cared a lot, she assumed. ❝Not much any more, if I'm honest.❞ It could be a reason why she wanted to help him so much, and she could admit that it was one, but now? No, she was just fed up with him not taking classes seriously.

  Yes, talking about her love life was a great distraction from the tending of her wounds. Not that she wanted people to know that she did indeed have a teeny tiny crush on the Weasley—which was deteriorating, mind you—but it helped nonetheless to stop her from wincing in pain.

     Vivienne silently grumbled, squeezing Hermione's arm to get her to sit still. Of course, it had to be that Weasley boy. Not the worst of Gryffindors, but he seems to have his head in the clouds a bit too often. Not something Vivienne would have the patience for, and she wondered how Hermione dealt with it. ❝ You should have. ❞ The blonde confirmed, adding more Wiggenweld to her cotton swab. But it's too late now. Here they are, on the floor of the girls lavatory. ❝ I don't know how you put up with him. ❞

     Vivienne wasn't the worst when it came to socializing. She and her brother didn't judge houses and their reputation. But oh boy, the stereotypes are prominent. Ron Weasley was one of those stereotypes. She could not for the life of her imagine being friends with him. Their personalities simply would not go well together.

     ❝ Do you fancy him, or something? ❞ With a raised eyebrow, the Slytherin carefully tended to the last injury visible to her. They could clean up soon and go on about their day. Does she? He's not her type.