#goeticapothicaire

[mctherdearest]

she  looks  at  the  young  man                        sitting  opposite  her.  what  a  strange  seating  plan  horace  has  devised  !  she  seldom  knows  him,  and  he  doesn't  seem  that  inclined  to  make  small  talk  with  the  other  guests.  "  i  am  told  you  are  the  new  potions  prodigy  "  she  says,  for  the  sake  of  the  conversation,  and  perhaps  he  might  be  more  apt  to  discuss  things  he  is  comfortable  with.  "  horace  seemed  very  impressed  by  your  abilities  "  she  herself  had  never  excelled  in  that  matter  ;  she  was  only  part  of  the  club  because  of  her  name. 

@goeticapothicaire​ asked for a small starter

[readthesign]

@goeticapothicaire / starter call

The Hog’s Head was the sort of place where everybody kept to their own business. By and large, no questions were asked, as long as you paid up and didn’t cause any trouble, you were welcome there. Aberforth only had to break up a brawl every few months, and most people didn’t question the law of the barman with his sullen look and piercing eyes. Things were smuggled through there on a regular basis, particularly in the dark times they currently found themselves in.

For now though the bar was near empty, save for what was potentially a hag, unconscious in the corner, the barman, and the young man across from him. Casting a quick charm around them to ensure privacy, Aberforth cocked an eyebrow.

“So you’re telling me that you’re one of my brother’s little spies, huh? Didn’t I throw you out of here not that long ago?”

[weasleyandweasley]

@goeticapothicaire​

☆ﾟ. * ･ ｡ﾟ, This evening the twins had been separated for an uneventful detention. Whilst George handled broom cleaning duty, he was instructed to clean the windows near and along the circular stairwell without the aid of magic. He wiped the gunk and grime where his extended limbs could reach, and after a few, or more, hours elapsed he sighed and slid along the wall until he was seated as comfortably as he could get on the staircase. 

Perhaps he should report to McGonagall that the bothersome physical labor was complete, but no one else seemed to be about in this area. Perhaps it was around the time students were expected to be in their respective dormitories for the evening. This meant that unless a ghost wandered by, he solely occupied this section. No one would see the vulnerability slip so easily like a snipped thread betwixt scissors. His legs pressed a bit close to his chest as his arms rested on his knees. His head titled back, pressed against the cold, rough surface. 

Plenty of students by this time had already acquired dates to the, apparently, important dance the school was chosen to host. Asking someone wasn’t a difficult task, since some expected him to ask either Angelina or Katie. And he had thought about tossing a crumpled bit of parchment Angelina’s way, but if he was honest with himself, there was someone else he desired to escort that evening. However, that’s where his nerves came in. The person he had been crushing on since, well, they were kids probably already found someone to take. And he doubted this person even would reciprocate his feelings, especially when they constantly had all eyes on them.

These thoughts tended to be dangerous, provoking his mind to derail onto a rail of negativity and self doubt. His finger's brushed through ginger locks as a sniffle resounded, though the noise unalarming since he assumed no one would pass by. Or, at least, not right away until McGonagall realized he never reported in.    

[bluskyes-a]

continued from here | @goeticapothicaire.

𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 and she can see what he tries to hide behind that vacant expression, behind those words full of distaste. Her silvery blue hues see the things that everyone tries to hide, his words about intuition are correct ( ever since she was a small girl she has always had an amazing intuition ).  ❝ Your soul said otherwise, Professor. ❞ Airy voice spills past her lips once more, expression the same as before which shows that she was not at all offended or thrown off by the words he had tossed her way.

❝ I will not pry though, Professor. I can tell you are trying to change the subject because the topic is troubling to you. ❞ Blunt words are delivered as abrupt as ever, lips curled into a gentle smile showing that she means no harm by the words that she speaks, just that it is her nature to be blunt towards others. 

There’s a long stare before lips are parting once more so that she may speak up once again. ❝ I have not finished my assignment professor and I did have another reasoning for speaking to you. ❞ She makes a small hand movement, as if she is trying to write in the air. 

❝ It would seem that my quill has miraculously sprouted legs and walked off before I could finish my work. It’s quite the curious thing to have happen. My extra quill decided to follow along with the first quill and do the same. I am all out of quills, Professor. ❞ They did not just sprout legs and walk off, they were simply taken away from her. 

[starrymused]

@goeticapothicaire

The universe was a cruel thing, wasn’t it? Just over a month after The Incident at the Shrieking Shack, Remus found himself in Defence Against the Dark Arts — his favorite class — learning about something that he knew inside and out: Werewolves.

He kept his expression neutral. There were only a handful of people who knew about his condition, but one of them was the Slytherin that sat a few desks away. He’d promised Dumbledore that he wouldn’t reveal it to the school and he must have kept his word because no disgusted students cornered him in corridors to voice their vicious opinions of his kind, no parents sent enraged letters to the faculty, and no whispers had followed him as he went about his daily life here at Hogwarts.

And Remus was grateful for that. Very much so.

A childhood of practice had made it easy for him to remain calm no matter when the subject came up. He had always been anxious that even the slightest change in his micro-expressions would make people suspicious. Looking at the board, he heard the professor mention an assignment they were to complete. It was a study into werewolves; an in-depth essay on all aspects of their existence. They were to use the resources found in the library to work as a pair and fully dive into the lore of lycanthropy. Remus glanced to Sirius. If they were paired up, then they’d have no need for the library. It was an easy assignment.

However, the professor seemed to have other plans and was already pairing students. Today they were sharing class with the Slytherins and the professor didn’t really seem to care that he was putting students with those outside their friend group. When it came to him, the professor scanned the desks and then nodded to the Slytherin with his head down, nose nearly brushing his book.

“Mr. Lupin and Mr. Snape, you two will pair up for this assignment.” And just like that he was already moving onto Sirius who was being paired up with Frank. Remus stared at his back, wondering if he’d heard him right. He had to work with Snape? And on an assignment like this? He glanced to Sirius who opened his mouth like he was about to kick off, but Remus shook his head once, quickly silencing him. Still composed even though his heart was pounding a bit faster, Remus allowed his gaze to fall on Snape again.

Bloody fantastic.  

[shenerve]

the woman in the house across the street from the girl in the window sentence starters //  ACCEPTING  .

╰   🧹    @goeticapothicaire​ ﹕❝ we tell children so many lies… not to worry, not to be afraid, not to believe in monsters. ❞

Even before he speaks, she’s nervous.  Her heart races.  She averts her gaze, almost bowing in his presence.  Although, for once, she’s certain she agrees with him.  She’d been so eager to go to Hogwarts just like her brothers, and she does still like it, but she’ll never forget the horror of that diary.  “And, none of it’s true.  Why do we do that?”

[waslikemagic]

@goeticapothicaire​  asked :    “so  apparently  the  ‘bad  vibes’  i’ve  been  feeling  are  actually  severe  psychological  distress.”

❝   ....  regarding  ....  what  ?    is  that  what  madam  pomfrey  told  you  ?  ❞  

[marblecarved-aa]

@goeticapothicaire sent a question: ‘‘ no one’s ever told me i’m intelligent before. ’’ / for horace ! 

source: beasts of little land, II.

Eyes widen, and both bushy eyebrows arch up. No one ? Horace lowers the ladle, letting its contents fall back into the cauldron. The potion merrily bubbling is blue, a characteristic of the ‘‘ Calming Draught ’’ and, as its fumes carrying lavender and peppermint reach his nose, Horace is pleased to note that the boy did not add too much of the peppermint oil. That observation is enough to tell him that this particular potion is an excellently brewed one — and he does not think it lightly for, in his many years as Potions Master, he has seen his fair share of potions ! 

Though the list of ingredients needed for this particular potion is rather short, and it relies heavily on its oils. For example, if one adds too much peppermint oil, it would cause a burning sensation in their mouth, and for their eyes to water. Mister Snape used the right amount of peppermint  — not so little as to cause the draught to lose effect, but neither too much as to cause those undesired side-effects mentioned before; a balanced amount.

❝ Well, Mister Snape, ❞ Horace begins, hands now clutching the lapels of his coat. As he tilts his head to consider him, the tassels of his square academic cap dangle before his eyes. ❝ You are indeed intelligent. Brilliant, even ! I am quite proud of you, ❞  with one hand he gestures to his cauldron, a smile appearing ‘neath his moustache. ❝ And of your excellent work, of course ! Yes, yes, indeed, ❞ perhaps Madam Pomfrey could find some use of this particular batch in her infirmary ? It would be quite wasteful, otherwise... ❝ Very well done. ❞

[marblecarved]

@goeticapothicaire sent a letter to narcissa malfoy: ‘‘ you remembered ? ’’

prompt: soft and sweet sentence starters.

His question stirs the comfortable silence settled between the two, and prompts Narcissa to turn her head towards him — and there is a surprised expression etched on her face: arched brows, wide eyes and parted mouth. But it does not last long, because Narcissa schools her expression into one that does not show her emotions as openly. Her answering ❝ of course I remembered, ❞ is voiced while she adjusts her position on the couch. There is a sharpness in her voice that the ess in ‘‘ of course ’’ emphasizes, but it dulls into a mellow tone at the dee. Intertwining her hands on her lap, Narcissa brushes her thumb over the index finger, and the two rings she wears on them clink against each other. 

❝ Did... ❞ so quietly she starts talking again, that it is easy to make it seem like she did not speak at all until, in a clearer voice, she asks him: ❝ Did you think i would forget what you told me ? ❞ and so easily, too ! The last time she met him was not that long ago — not enough to warrant her to push what they talked about in a corner of her mind. 

❝ I would never dare do that, Severus, ❞ relaxing her posture from its statuesque rigidity, Narcissa leans towards the coffee table with an outstretched hand, pushing a carved wooden box towards him, tapping her index finger on its lid in a tacit open it and see while she directs the hint of a smile at him. Though it is a gift, Narcissa did not think it necessary to wrap it all fancy, because its contents would reveal themselves at the slightest of movements; Indeed, at her gentle push, the glass bottles inside had clink-clanked against each other, the box contents: potion ingredients, both common and rare, all carefully picked by Narcissa.

[starrymused]

Just wants the two of them to shut the hell up.

[spellwrites]

“I have the sudden urge to hibernate.” 

"That sounds like an extraordinarily good idea right now. Give me one of those oversized wine glasses and a Draught of Living Death, and I'll take back that rumor I started in school that you were a vampire."

[waslikemagic]

005. a letter of complaint

dear professor snape ,

i'm writing about the marks we received on the last essay you assigned on regeneration potions . not mine , but specifically , the marks hermione received . obviously i don't know much about i'm not as good as her , but she worked really hard on that essay , so i don't think it's really fair that she got a 7.5/10 ? she's not an ' insufferable know it all , ' she's clever & works really h

she's very upset over it , so me & a few other gryffindors are writing hoping you'll reconsider her grade .

best ,

harry potter

[marblecarved-aa]

@goeticapothicaire sent a question: ‘‘ I don’t like the look of him. ’’ / for minerva ! 

source: the last unicorn.

Raising her eyes, Minerva looks at him for a moment, a question ready on the tip of her tongue, but then his eyes move away from hers, and Minerva turns her head, following his gaze. It lands on the recent addition to the staff, Lockhart, currently engaged in a conversation with Filius ( about what, she can only garner a guess ) and here, with a sharp movements, Minerva turns her head forward, eyes wandering from House table to House table in a cursory manner. 

From her reaction alone, it is enough to think that he did not make a good impression. 

Clearing her throat, Minerva busies her hands with the teapot, bringing it towards herself in order to refill her teacup. It is still hot, and she is careful — one hand holding the handle, the other sustaining its weight underneath. Soon enough, its vapors rise from the teacup, curling in the air and tickling her nose with the subtle hint bergamot. ❝ Neither do I, ❞ she answers, in a low tone so as to keep it between themselves. ❝ Still ... ❞ her voice trails off, and the teapot thuds as she places it back on the table with, perhaps, a little more force than necessary. ❝ You know what it is said about the position, Severus, ❞ indeed, its curse does not make it appealing a position and, from what the Headmaster said, he was the only one to apply. ❝ From what I heard, he is quite the author. Have you ever read his books ? ❞ the latter she asks with a tone of genuine curiosity, a brief glance given at him. ❝  All about dark creatures. It is enough to make me hope that he does, at least, know the subject well. ❞  

[marblecarved]

@goeticapothicaire sent a letter to horace slughorn: ‘‘ why are you looking at me like that ? ’’

prompt: question prompts.

❝ Ah... ❞

It is not as if he even tried to keep his curiosity subtle. 

❝ I am sorry, m’boy ! I did not mean to stare, ❞ Horace straightens his posture, placing his hands on each lapel of his overcoat. ❝ I was quite interested in what you were doing with the Sopophorous bean, ❞ you see, as Potions Master he tends to go by memory with procedures and the like — since they do tend to become quite monotonous overtime. And when he saw Mister Snape crush, rather than cut, the Sopophorous bean, his curiosity was inevitably piqued.

But so was his relief at not getting hit with a bean on his forehead. Again.

That had happened quite a few times during this particular lesson, and Horace has taken to stay at a safe distance. Though delightful, he is not in favor of visiting Madam Pomfrey any time soon, especially because of a bean. That would be quite the tale to tell... amusing for Madam Pomfrey, perhaps, but not for Horace.

Resisting the urge to rub that red and tender spot right at the centre of his forehead, Horace asks: ❝ Say, Mister Snape, how did you figure it out ? ❞ in a low rumble, to which follows a chuckle. ❝  Borage wrote those instructions many eons ago, now, and Sopophorous bean have been quite the troublemakers ever since ! ❞ in more ways than one.

[thewrongsorts]

❝ please, you have— you have to believe me. ❞ // for james!

twithatsftgitw starters // accepting!

“Believe you?” Right. Dumbledore brought him into the fold, so they’re all just supposed to forget that Snape was a Death Eater. James is supposed to accept that he has Harry’s best interest at heart, because, what? He’d cared about his mother once? Hadn’t stopped him from gladly signing on to torment and eradicate everyone like Lily, had it...

James crossed his arms, eyes narrowed in grim, bitter consternation; he couldn’t say which was rising faster, his old, familiar hatred for the man in front of him or the searing headache growing between his temples. “You’re lucky I don’t just throw you out on your ass,” he ground out.

Merlin, he wanted to. But....

But there was the chance Snape was telling the truth. James glanced over his shoulder into the dimly-lit foyer, then back down at the old nemesis standing in his yard. Harry was asleep upstairs, oblivious to the rain and the visitor.

“What do you want, then.”

[lovelylilyevcns]

@goeticapothicaire;;  ♡

      lounging in the high backed chair, lilys red hair was gathered to the top of her head and twisted into a messy knot. green hues scanned along the lines of the book she held in her left palm and her teeth worked on chewing at the pinkie nail on her right. she’d heard him enter, but her eyes didn’t wander up to meet his until she had finished her page.

      perking a brow, she gently closed her book and lifted a leg to cross over her other, tucking the book into the side of the chair. elbow leaned against the arm and her chin rested in her palm as her eyes found his. “ to what do i owe this pleasure, severus? ” she hadn’t grown accustom yet to the constant ins and outs of malfoy manor. she was used to spending the majority of her time alone. she still wasn’t sure how she felt about it.