#aderva

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Modern dark academia AU with Aderva? 👀

“Demiurgos.”

“Kennedy.”

send me an au and i’ll give you 5+ or an aesthetic about it

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Adonis: *lays on Minerva's lap* Tell me I'm pretty

Minerva: *stroking Adonis' cheek* you're pretty annoying and stupid, Demiurgos

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valentine's day + favourite ships

adonis demiurgos x minerva kennedy ( @unfortunate-arrow )

blanche dubois x lyle astor ( @cursebreakerfarrier )

emmeline falcon x abe alden ( @cursed-herbalist )

ernest di napoli x abbi bennett ( @mjs-oc-corner )

jude dubois x caspar brokenshire ( @cursebreakerfarrier )

lyubomir vulchanov x elodie dubois ( @magicallymalted )

semele thorne x kaari arcano ( @kathrynalicemc )

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Trick or Treat!!

Have a treat for my lateness 😭

Adonis had finished his match for the day in Paris. As he looked for his shirt, he could hear a woman's protests along the janitor that sounded all too familiar.

"I am telling you, I know Mr. Demiurgos myself!" The woman protested. The janitor said something and she huffed "I assure you, he will tell you otherwise–."

When he turned around, both he and Minerva were rendered speechless. And not because he was shirtless and before her, but because he hadn't seen her beautiful and challenging face in years. As Minerva took her eyes elsewhere and he threw his shirt, he smiled to the janitor "Thank you, Henri. Worry not, Miss Kennedy and I go way back. Return to your work, please."

After the painstakingly longest five minutes of his life, in which consisted on him dressing up and try not to kiss Minerva here and there, he swallowed hard and approached her, both surprised and delighted to see her again after years of only dreaming of her. But he was not dreaming. He smiled widely "Minnie." Her given name danced on his lips "Took you long enough to come to me."

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𝒲𝑒𝑒𝓀𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝓇𝒶𝓎𝓈 → Day 2: The Welcome Ball 2.0

Event by @endlessly-cursed, who also owns Prim (and Adonis)

8:01 pm

“Mr. Devlin, William. You’re the first to arrive,” Prim exclaims, offering him a smile.

“The ball begins at 8 pm,” William responds.

“You’ve never liked when they tell you an event begins at one time, but the expectation is to arrive later.”

“It makes no sense. Why not just say it begins at the later time?”

“Well, have a nice time. And, save me a dance, I suppose.”

“Isn’t that supposed to be my line?”

“That may be, but as I know you, you’ll leave a third of the way through. Do know, though, that I won’t tolerate anyone saying negative things about you, William.”

His lips quirk up in a half-smile. “You cannot control it all, Prim.”

“Ah, I know. But do try to enjoy yourself.”

“I shall endeavor to enjoy myself tonight. If no one makes mention of our dissolved engagement, then it shall at least be partly successful.” 

“Ah, that farce. Do not remind me, but we are to show that it has not impacted relations between our titles. I still cannot believe how long these legal proceedings are taking.” 

“Yes,” William sighs. “I know.”

9:15 pm

Simon surveys the crush as he makes his way towards the host and hostesses, like a good earl and a good third son. He stops for a word or two with many of his fellow peers, asking him about his opinions on this or that. Not that the words of a teenaged earl mean much to them, but they’ll likely spread the word about the reclusive earl of Wexford’s politics. And be repulsed by most of what he decides to champion, not that he has a seat in Parliament as he’s a peer of Ireland and not one selected to serve in government. 

“Lord Gray. Lady Gray. Miss Gray,” Simon says, offering a quick bow once he approaches the family.

“Lord Wexford. How nice it is for you to attend. We missed you last year,” Lord Gray says.

“Ah, yes. Something came up that could not be ignored. I apologize that my regrets came so late.”

“Don’t worry about it, Wexford. I’m sure that everyone here shall find you infinitely fascinating. The reclusive earl of Wexford, finally showing his face at a society event.”

“You grant me too much intrigue. I am not nearly as interesting as one would think. The rumors have gotten a little out of hand.”

Simon doesn’t know how much the viscount or his daughter knew about the rumors. Well, specifically the horrifying rumor that stated that Simon had been the one to set the fire that had killed his entire family. That one was probably the result of Horace wanting to keep Simon hidden… and probably because Horace was still itching to get his greasy fingers on Simon’s title. Therefore, the fewer people knew Simon, the better, in Horace Dormer’s view.

9:47 pm

Minerva slips through the crowd, ducking beneath arms until she nearly runs smack into Adonis Demiurgos’s back. Her arms fly out, as she steadies herself. In that moment, though, Adonis turns around and Minerva loses whatever balance she had had previously garnered. The momentum has her falling forward, but his arms come forward, landing on her shoulders to steady her. 

“Are you alright, Minerva?” he asks, his hands lingering on her shoulders.

“I’m fine,” Minerva replies, studying his face and appearance. There’s something different about him, but she cannot place what it is. “I was going to say hello to our hostess. My mother would have my head if I breached that protocol.”

“How is your family?”

“They’re good. Ned’s at home dealing with something or other. I didn’t pay attention to what it was. Ned rambles too much for my taste when it comes to that.” 

Adonis laughed softly. “Well, I wouldn’t want your mother to have your head, so I’ll let you go… but before you do, could I get a dance?”

“A dance?”

“Yes, you know, what they do when music plays.”

“I know what a dance is, you clodpole.” 

Adonis shakes his head, a small smile forming on his lips.

10:24 pm

“Thank you for adhering to my wishes about the Gryffindor Lynch boy, Prim,” Niamh says, upon finally having a moment with her fellow Ravenclaw.

“I wouldn't pressure you. I admire your dedication to establishing a career first, Niamh. And, the Lynch brothers both declined, something about other plans,” Prim replies.

“I suppose I’m just lucky that my parents are supportive of my plan and aren’t pressuring me to marry.”

“Yes, I’d say you are. What are your plans? I cannot believe we have never discussed that.”

“My plan is to become an auror.”

“Wow. I wish you the best of luck, but I’m sure this type of conversation will come up again.”

“I suppose it will,” Niamh says. “Also, this has been quite a lovely hall. I must admit, though, that I am a bit out of my depths. A Catholic farm girl from Mayo isn’t necessarily someone you imagine at a hall.”

“Thank you. And you fit in just as well as everyone else, even if you are a Catholic farm girl from Ireland.” 

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💗 + Nimon & Aderva please? 🫶🏻

Send me a 💗+ a couple and I’ll make a moodboard for them

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💞 for Minerva & ✈ for Colm, please?

Minerva Kennedy + 💞 REVOLVING HEARTS — our muses' romantic relationship [aderva]

Colm O’Shea + ✈️ AIRPLANE — my muse's favorite travel destination(s) [ireland, france, italy]

↳ moodboard & aesthetic game!

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WWTG22, Sleigh, Skate, Go!! - The Winter Hostess

When Nadia woke up, she found her dear Jesse sleeping cutely on the small armchair, probably provided by Primrose so they wouldn’t sleep in the same bed, thus causing an scandal. She smiled and stroke his blonde hair, a complete mess and not combed. He hummed and murmured her name, and my, what a delicious sound was! 

“Jesse,” she whispered “wake up.” 

Then, she groaned when the wave of pain in her head came again and just then, her Jesse bolted uptight, clearing his throat and looking everywhere, looking for her until his blue eyes met her brown ones. He gasped and quickly wringed out the piece of cloth with mild temperature water and gently pressed it on her forehead. Nadia couldn’t help but giggle at such a cute gesture. He checked the warmth of her cheeks and massaged with the back of his hands her throat and checked her pulse “Your temperature’s quite high. Is your throat sore? I told you to be careful with the champagne...” He made a face and Nadia kissed his hand. 

“You know me well enough. I don’t tend to obey men.” 

Jesse shook his head, a small smile on his face “Those weren’t orders, my dear. They were suggestions. Look at yourself now. It wouldn’t hurt to heed advice every often.”

Nadia chuckled, then pouted “Would you come cuddle me?” 

“Only if you eat all the soup and take your medicine.” He smiled teasingly. 

Nadia chuckled “I don’t have any option, do I?” 

He laughed and so did she, ordering the servant to bring it to her. 

Primrose surveilled the activities with a close eye, hands behind her back and with an impassive expression... even though she couldn’t stop thinking about Lord Stolberg-Burke and his strong, warm hands on her, or his icy blue eyes, or-- she shook her head and respectfully curtsied to her aunt when she came, and everyone who wasn’t ice-skating followed suit. If they had announced her entrance, she did not know. A few grays had taken over her blonde hair, but she was still the beauty she always saw in the portraits. “Auntie, you look beautiful today. I hope the ball was as mother would’ve liked?” 

Alina nodded, pride on her expression “You did well, my dear. Your mother’s looking down on you, proud of your achievements. If you continue like this, you will be the best viscountess Winbourne ever had.” 

She sighed “I hope so. I--I don’t want to overshadow mother, but... I have this need to be great. Remembered. That her death was not in vain.” 

Alina placed a hand on her cheek and smiled “My dear, you are doing more than enough for her death not to be in vain. I can’t remember someone who faced a royal duke so bravely and won before you, and trust me, there have been chances.” 

They both chuckled, and Alina analysed her niece’s expression and smirked. She could fool anybody, but not her “Tell me, my dear, who is that man who has you so silent?” 

“I-- That is to say...” she sighed “I can’t hide anything from you, can I?” 

“Experience, my dear. I have been young and in love as well.” 

Primrose bit her lip and discreetly signalled to Lord Stolberg-Burke, who elegantly skated through the lake while chatting with Elian Goldcrest, who longingly looked at Henry talk with Georgia’s cousin, the Lady Hastings. She could see a little hint of jealousy in Elian’s eyes, and Malcolm did his best to interest him in another subject. 

“The Earl of Harrendale, hm? He’s handsome, a gentleman to the bone and from the peerage. Your mother would approve, and it’s certainly an improvement since--” 

“Auntie Alina.” Primrose said firmly without raising her voice “I know that he is not to your liking, but we discussed this before. Mr. Devlin won’t be slandered any further in my household.” 

Alina nodded, for one moment seeing her dear friend Victoria, whom she resembled greatly “Of course, dear. Do forgive me. With the age, your tongue becomes looser.” A minute of silence passed until she smiled “I can command Ms. Barry to sit him next to you tomorrow. That way, he’ll have to talk to you.” 

They both giggled before she directed a charming smile towards Malcolm, who flushed bright pink and nodded at her, and Primrose did her best not to giggle like a schoolgirl. Those days would soon be behind her. It was time to mature... and prove that she was a woman of age by wooing Lord Stolberg-Burke to be her husband. 

She was determined. He was the best candidate of all, and she was ready to face anything for his hand. And deep down, something told her that he felt the same feeling as her. 

“Min, I’m not here to argue.” 

He sighed. He needed to let her know, at least, that on his part, it made no sense to continue this rivarly that started on a mistake “In fact, I daresay that I am done arguing with you. I... need to get it off my chest.” 

Minerva frowned “You have been odd since yesterday.” 

He took a deep breath “Minerva, I...” I can’t stop thinking about you. You fuddle me like no other, yet I cannot have enough. I wish to stop pretending I don’t want you close to me or talking to me. I am done being your rival. I want to be yours, and nothing else than yours. Please let us bury the hatchet before I turn mad “I will not continue with this rivalry any longer. It makes no sense to me, and... it’s been a long time since I’ve been irritated by you. You do what you will, but I am done fighting.” He nodded goodbye and left, leaving a shocked Minerva. 

All she had known of Adonis was the version she antagonized, and she asked herself what it’d be of them now. What was she even thinking? Adonis was an idiot, and she didn’t need him. She had plenty of rivals to replace himm right? 

Right? 

Henry and Malcolm belongs to @gaygryffindorgal​ 

Elian Goldcrest belongs to @potionboy3​ 

Nadia Erbland belongs to @gcldensnitch​ 

Minerva Kennedy belongs to @unfortunate-arrow​ 

Cora Hastings and Georgia Coventry belongs to @camillejeaneshphm​ 

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𝐀𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐬 & 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚 𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐬-𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐲 | m. August 8, 1906

➥ @endlessly-cursed

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For the ship asks, answer your three favourite questions for Aderva please 🫶🏻

nicknames for each other: Adonis calls her Min, Minnie, love, beloved, and a few others in Greek. Minerva calls him honey, dearest, clotpole, and darling.

how often do they fight: Fairly often, but it’s usually trivial. Minerva likes to argue and there’s something about Adonis that, even years into a happy marriage, causes her to start bickering with him.

what would they do if the other one was hurt: Minerva freaks out a bit, but she knows that injuries are apart of dueling and as long as it’s nothing serious, she’s fine once he gives her that irritatingly beautiful smile. Adonis definitely gets a little more panicky, as he’s not nearly as used to seeing Minerva get hurt… especially if it’s anything more than a minor injury.

Send me a ship!

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WWTG22, Supper Time at Winbourne

The moment Primrose entered the room, all of her guests had been seated: her aunt, the Dowager Viscountess Alina, presided the south part of the large table, her father the Lord Gray beside her as the second most senior member, meanwhile Primrose led the northern side, Lord Stolberg-Burke with her beside her and Henry to the other as the highest-ranking man of the event. The moment she picked the spoon for the soup, everyone else followed suit, eating and starting to chat to the people assigned to their left and right. To the other side of Alina, the Earl of Wexford chatted with her. Primrose squared her shoulders and gave Malcolm a well-rehearsed smile, a charming and alluring one “I hope the event has been to your tastes so far, my lord?” 

He nodded “It has indeed. You are a most curteous and charming hostess, my lady.” 

Henry added “Indeed. The Somersets outdo themselves each year, do they not?” 

Malcolm nodded in agreement and chatted back-and-forth chatting about trivial things, though his sister, the Lady Estelle, did not look pleased. Meanwhile, to the other side of Henry, the Lady Hastings decided to start speaking to him, and Elian watched on the other side curiously, next to Malcolm. He was well-aware of his high eligibility, and the fact that she was one kind of woman his parents would adore. Lady Cora then asked Henry if Primrose had been afraid when facing the Duke of Buckingham “If she did, she hid it well. I like to believe her duty to protect her family and birthright overcame that fear.” 

She smiled at him and Primrose watched closely how they conversed. She had done her best to seat men with a woman and a man to their left so they could switch from court intrigues to politics while the women gossiped and shared secrets, so no one would be out of place. 

The moment it came for the women to go to the drawing room, she bowed to her male guests and discreetly looked at Malcolm, who chatted with Elian. She then led the ladies through and took out her most favourite champagne “Ladies, this one is for you alone.” 

She watched as Miss Wakefield and Miss Balinor chatted in an intimate way. Curious to see how they had fared since last year, she positioned herself with Miss Fawley as both observed closely how they spoke. 

“You look wonderful tonight, Cecy. You do, truly.” Miss Wakefield commented. 

“And you look great too. I’m pleased you liked the dress I sent for you.” She stroke with her fingers discreetly the fabric and noticed Miss Wakefield’s flush. 

“I--I did. My mother thought it was a suitor...” 

“Am I not a suitor, Miss Wakefield?” Lavinia blushed and Cecilia giggled, pinching her nose “I am teasing you, dearest. Now, I believe that Lady Gray has a fine winery down there... I’ve been meaning to show you something in private. Follow me.” She passed past the hostess and smiled charmingly “Do excuse us, my lady, but my corset is unadjusted and Miss Wakefield will help me.” 

Lady Gray nodded and both went their ways. She turned to Miss Fawley “They make an adorable couple, do they not?” 

Selina nodded “They do. It’s heartbreaking that they can’t show it in public.” 

“One day, Miss Fawley, someone like them will break the mold and society will be more tolerant and accepting. I only hope my descendants can contribute to it.” 

Selina raised her glass and excused herself. The moment the men joined them, Lady Gray scanned through to find Lord Stolberg-Burke, wrapping up a conversation with Henry. She cleared her throat and bowed to the men who outranked her “Do forgive me, gentlemen, but I was wondering if I could have a word with Lord Stolberg-Burke?” 

Henry smiled and conceded, and soon dragged Elian with him. Primrose led Malcolm to the hallway and fidgeted with her fingers before clearing her throat “My lord, I hope that you have been enjoying yourself in these events despite not being your strong suit.” 

“They were exquisite, my lady, thank you again for inviting us this year.” 

Primrose smiled and cleared her throat “I do hope your guardian is in good health, alongside your family. You see, after these events I would like to ask your permission to visit your estate for business.” 

Malcolm frowned “May I know the reason, my lady?” 

“...To propose an alliance between our great houses.” 

Adonis tried his best to play it cool with Minerva beside him. She, though, seemed annoyed at the fact that some force was making them find each other. Perhaps that force was on his side “How is your mother? I hope she’s in good health.” 

“She is. Thank you.” She responded flatly. 

“You may not believe me but... I like your dress today. Blue suits you to perfection.” I daresay you’re a vision tonight. 

Minerva frowned “Thank you... I suppose. How is your family? All in good health?” 

“Yes. Thank you, Mimi.” 

Minerva blinked “Mimi?” 

“Forgive me if I was too untoward.” 

“No, but... it is not terrible, I suppose.” He was serious when he said that he no longer wanted to fight. 

“Ahem. Eddie wrote to me yesterday. He has invited us to Christmas year. I hope you’re alright with that. Irene has been dying to ask you for more book reccomendations.” 

A small smile came to Minerva’s mouth “I’m pleased she liked my reccomendations. She has taste, unlike you.” 

He chuckled, fondness in his eyes “Perhaps. I took the liberty to read Wuthering Heights. Truly a remarkable read.” 

Minerva frowned “Do you think so? I thought those were not to your taste.” 

Adonis smirked “If I read any other theory of Machiavelly, Ovid or any other poem of Shakesperare, I shall start climbing my bedroom’s walls out of madness.” 

Minerva bit the inside of her cheek, trying not to giggle, but something told her she could no longer fool Adonis of all people. Not anymore. What else didn’t she know about him because she was too busy antagonizing him in her head? 

“What do you read when you’re tired of classic poetry or dead politician’s theories, then?” 

“I quite like Ancient Roman comedy. Though I warn you, it is quite... a crude humour. Not suitable for ladies.” His blue eyes twinkled. 

She raised her chin “I can handle crude humour.” 

He got a bit too close to her and, still smirking, murmured “Oh, I know.” He winked at her and she flushed, glaring at him. 

Emmeline waited in a secluded hallway as Abe instructed her, asking her to wait there, for he had something important to say to her. She looked around cautiously, to see if any member of the staff were over there. She didn’t notice her fiancé sneakinh up on her, only when he grabbed her waist and surprised her with a cheerful and passionate kiss. At first she was shocked, then proceeded to return it, and he soon backed her against the wall. Emmeline broke the kiss and whispered “This is the important thing you wanted to tell me? Sneaking up and kissing like we’re some sort of criminals?” 

He chuckled “I’ll let you know that, despite being engaged, we are still under scrutiny. And I promised Primrose no scandals on her events, and I also promised your father not to tarnish your reputation.” 

Emmeline smirked “I’m sure it won’t be the end of the world if we share a little and sweet kiss.” 

“I wouldn’t be surprised if there was people here who believed that you should kiss me for the first time on our wedding day.” 

Emmeline did her best not to giggle “Oh, good heavens. Do you aristocrats have so many rules for love?” 

“Our marriages had never been about love. I think I disappointed some daughter of a marquis by not looking at her or considering her proposal.” 

Emmeline pecked him on the lips “She can stay mad. She should’ve been quicker with conquering your heart.” 

Abe smiled and tried to kiss her again, but her nose scrunched “Abe, I love you, but you stink of smoke and ale.” 

He pouted and started to give her ticklish kisses on her face and shoulders, making her wringle and giggle, trying to take him off her “Stop! Someone will hear us!” She teasingly punched his shoulder “Off without you before they send someone to look for you!” 

“Hmm, it seems that I already tired my fianceé of my company. Very well, I’ll go and will hope to steal you another kiss, my dearest fianceé.” 

Emmeline giggled, getting back to the drawing room. She was looking forward to never dismiss his company and hide gestures of affection with him. She knew she had promised herself to have an average engagement, but the romantic in her wanted to follow her mother’s footsteps. 

Shaking off the urge to ask him to elope, she gave her female friends a smile as she joined the conversations again, hoping her lips weren’t too swollen. 

Malcolm Stolberg-Burke belongs to @gaygryffindorgal​ 

Elian Goldcrest belongs to @potionboy3​ 

Cora Hastings belongs to @camillejeaneshphm​ 

Simon Battersea and Minerva Kennedy belongs to @unfortunate-arrow​ 

Abraham Alden belongs to @cursed-herbalist​ 

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3, 9, 13 & 15 for Aderva's wedding, please? ❤

3.) Show us their engagement and/or wedding rings!

Minerva’s engagement ring is on the left, with their wedding rings on the right.

9.) Show us a mood/stimboard of their wedding's general aesthetic.

13.) Show us their outfits!

Minerva’s dress is on the left, while Adonis’s suit is on the right.

15.) Who was the ringbearer?

Minerva’s nephew is their ring bearer. He’s the son of her sister, Eliza, who was the first Kennedy to marry and the first to have a child. Her nephew is barely two and he’s got a helping hand from Minerva’s youngest sister, Billie.

Wedding Ask Game

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𝒲𝑒𝑒𝓀𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝓇𝒶𝓎𝓈 → Day 6: Fair at Winbourne

event hosted by @endlessly-cursed, who also owns Adonis (and Prim…)

Minerva’s intentions for the fair had been to collect gifts for her mother and siblings. Instead, she’d somehow wound up next to Adonis Demiurgos… again. He really had become her shadow, which was a bit frustrating as he’d seemed to become a different person or had decided to show her a completely different part of himself. And he was frustratingly helpful when suggesting gift ideas for her numerous siblings.

𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞…

Simon had decided to stay back at the house, and answer some correspondence while resting his elbow the best he can.

William was in search of paints as he’d been thinking about trying oil paint instead of charcoal.

Niamh was in search of gifts for her parents and enjoying the sweets.

𝒲𝑒𝑒𝓀𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝓇𝒶𝓎𝓈 → Day 7: Masquerade Ball

Minerva’s mother had selected the dress for the masquerade, inspired by one that her great-grandmother would have worn during the regency era. And like clockwork, Minerva ran smack into Adonis Demiurgos who looked frustratingly good in his regency-inspired garb. He was also frustratingly charming and Minerva couldn’t place why he seemed so different, why everything was changing so damn quickly.

𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞…

William had slipped out of the crowded ballroom, standing on one of the terraces. It was cold and the snow had started to fall, with flakes sticking to his hair. Yet, it was still a respite from everything and a chance to keep his head clear.

Simon slipped through the crowds, holding conversations with the various lords and ladies and daughters that were in his path. He danced a few dances, mainly country dances, and snuck out fairly early that night, his elbow still in a lot pain.

Niamh hung on the outskirts of the crowds, in a sort of wallflower state that was one of her own choosing. She didn’t want to step on anyone’s toes, metaphorically and physically.

𝒲𝑒𝑒𝓀𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝓇𝒶𝓎𝓈 → Day 8: Lunchtime & Goodbye

Simon left fairly early, with an apology to Miss Gray for not participating more in the events due to his injury. Prim had gently refuted the apology, with a subtle acknowledgement that injuries were different for Simon than they were most others.

William also left fairly early, offering a quick word of gratitude to Prim. They shook hands in a show of good faith, and William left after that.

Minerva left right after lunch, offering Miss Gray her gratitude and extending a word from her mother.

Niamh left shortly after lunch, hugging Prim and giving her gratitude.

[endlessly-cursed]

Happy FWFF! How/when did Adonis realize that he was in love with Minerva?

It was during a gathering in the Great Hall in their sixth year. They were talking and he suddenly heard Minerva's laugh. Something inside clicked, and a voice inside told him "That's Minnie. Your Minnie. And you love her." He couldn't get her out of his head ever again

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𝒲𝑒𝑒𝓀𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒢𝓇𝒶𝓎𝓈 → Day 4: Supper time at Winbourne…

Event hosted by @endlessly-cursed who also owns Adonis

Simon spent the meal alternating between chatting with a dowager countess and trying not to focus on the pain radiating from his elbow, which was a very difficult task and the dowager was not as distracting as he had hoped. His elbow had swollen quite a lot in the time since he’d fallen on it and all he could do was hope that the bulge in his jacket sleeve, which he had struggled to put on that evening, wasn’t noticeable.

Minerva found herself seated next to Adonis Demiurgos, who had somehow become her shadow, and she realized that she didn’t truly know him. She’d thought he had enjoyed their debates, as true animosity had dissolved over the course of a year or so. But, apparently, Minerva knew nothing about the Gryffindor.

William could barely keep his eyes open during dinner. He couldn’t have said who he was sitting next to, on either side or across him. The entertainments had left him more drained than usual, and the moment the meal adjoined, he began planning a strategic, quiet retreat to his room, which was only partially motivated by his distaste for tobacco.