#i should maybe not bring gossip spreading blair

[vampiricsheep]

Who should i bring to the cafe event. I'm so indecisive

[scyre]

ayy its ya girl c! i’ve done up a little draft with the slight changes that were made now that we’re living in the moden au!! please read more for ... more.

DESMOND SAYRE

monty might not love social media and technological advances but they changed his life. his family still sucked, always grasping for power and rejecting change, but at least he didn’t feel as alone... not when he could text his friends and get immediate answers back from them. not having the time to dwell and sink in self pity really helped him.

ya boy also didn’t have to live his life thinking something was wrong with him bc he wasn’t sexually attracted to people like he was supposed to. he had access to google, he learned what asexuality and the spectrum was, and he knew more about himself and didn’t have to just ... not know.  i think this made him sleep around less, get to know people a bit more, and while he’s still not an open kind of guy he didn’t really date much. it did however mean he stayed with laurel way longer than he should have... put up with way more crazy than he would have in the past.  

he has instagram but never posts. seriously, he has one post from a year ago. he does like things though and is always commenting on posts. sometimes nice, sometimes not. he doesn’t have facebook, twitter, youtube, or snapchat. he thinks the snapchat filters are dumb and ruin perfectly good pictures. he also hates selfies and thinks they’re dumb.  why does he even have insta? it’s probably the only way to stay up to date on hogwarts gossip. 

i do think because everything online can be so negative, and escalate so quickly, monty never would have came out and admitted that he was bisexual/demisexual except to the people he’s told in canon. it’s still something he plans on taking to his grave and obliviating out of anyone who knew.  the gay shame is real. get a grip boy.  

i think he’s definitely got the aesthetic of like... the guy with gauges in his ears, maybe he has his eyebrow pierced, and he definitely still has the nipple piercing. i think he probably has more tattoos, exclusively wears leather jackets, combat boots, and ripped jeans, and wears a lot of plain colored shirts or black shirts. he still loves black. he will always love black. he wears a lot of it. 

he hasn’t appropriated a lot of muggle culture into his day to day. i feel like he only got a phone in the last year and is awful at remembering to check it.  it’s probably an older model too because he didn’t care what they gave him and it’s slate grey with no case because he lives on the edge. yolo.  he doesn’t have any muggle cars or anything like that but he definitely has a netflix account and television because why not.  his favorite show would probably be something like the good place.

ya boy still flunked out of hogwarts because that’s just how his life goes. he’s repeating his final year and you bet ya ass people tweeted about THAT for awhile. we love vague tweeting.  

PHOENIX VASQUEZ

phoenix’s childhood is still relatively the same; he was adopted by the vasquez family. however, adopting wasn’t as easy as it had been back in the day because lycanthropy wasn’t as frowned upon in this decade as it would have been before. while people didn’t love it, it wasn’t something that meant no other family was interested, or other people weren’t willing to bend red tape.  which means nix didn’t move around as much as a kid because his parents were able to keep working at their jobs in the states!! they only moved to the UK when he was fifteen as his grandmother was sick.  so basically he moved to and started going to hogwarts in year 5 instead of year 1.  

personality wise, nix is very similar. he’s still very awkward, very quiet, and is a genuinely nice person to everyone he meets. he’s more often about his lycanthropy as his parents never begged him to keep it a secret and it’s not uncommon for him to be making werewolf jokes at his own expense. he thinks it’s funny. 

technology!! nix loves snapchat. he’s not huge on technology bc he’s kind of a hipster -- he still uses ballpoint pens and notebooks, doesn’t own a computer and only has a dinky phone that texts and calls. no data. he can only use snapchat when he’s near a wifi hotspot so you’ll sometimes see him getting frustrated with his phone when it starts buffering and flopping. he DOES borrow a friend’s computer to upload podcasts though because he’s a podcaster!!!  he has a podcast called ‘howlcast’ and he does reviews of mainstream media depictions of werewolves and compares them to the reality. he also interviews lycanthropy specialists, advocates, and famous lycanthropes to talk about the werewolf experience. he kind of loves it?? he puts out an episode a week and does a Q&A on twitter straight after the episode goes up for any fans of the podcast. 

nix doesn’t have a luxury broom or any of those fancy toys that the rich kids usually sport. he likes his regular ‘ol magical broomstick and doesn’t think a suped up car is something that he needs in his life. he good. 

modern 2018 phoenix also died his hair a bluey teal color! he thought it was fun and tbh he is living his best life.  

LAUREL DIAN

laurel’s family aspire to be the kardashians.  they have a b level reality show, think something on tlc so they have their little cult following that laurel  l o v e s.   she loves the attention and loves the perks that come with it.  

her aesthetic is probably like.. forever 21 / hipster / hippe chick.  she wears a lot of crop tops, high waisted skirts, floral prints, lace, etc. everything .. and i mean everything ... is accentuated with red lipstick. that’s her aesthetic x 100.  she has an iphone with a bedazzled phone case and probably drives a really compact car.  her broom would be luxury too and she’s definitely on tinder select looking for cute boys (or girls) to bring home with her.  

as for social media.. she has her hand in a lot of different platforms. she prefers facebook over most of the other ones. she also loves pinterest and is always pinning home decor ideas, cooking ideas, etc.  she’s a feminist and sjw when it comes to twitter. it’s not uncommon to see her beefing with someone on twitter because they’re trolling or being rude/racist/sexist/etc.  she loves tearing people a new asshole when they decide to spread their hate online. fuck off trolly boys. 

she’s been in two high profile relationships in her life. the first was with monty sayre and that was a fucking nightmare.  a lot of their relationship was caught on screen and its cringey whenever people tweet her pictures of monty and his new fiancee, or share photos of the two of them from when they were together.  she might have dumped him but that doesn’t mean that she wants to be reminded of it all the time 

she still works with dragons and they are frequently featured on her instagram, snapchat, and on the show.  some of them even have their own little cult followings. its weird but kind of beautiful, 

PIPPA CARSTAIRS

pippa being born in the 2000′s is the best thing that ever happened to her. truly. britney? christina? pink? oh my god she’s living. she loves pop music, loves concerts, and has a passion for professional cheerleading bc it's a legitimate sport now y’all! it’s her dream to be a professional cheerleader. maybe in the magical world if quidditch has them now?? we just dont know. 

her aesthetic is blair waldorf chic. maybe a little more revealing.  she definitely still wears heels, ignores dress codes, and always has her hair straightened perfectly.  she is very very good with makeup -- think contouring and all that jazz.  she looks like a million bucks literlly every day. it’s incredible. 

pippa has a luxury car. i’m thinking it’s probably an suv?? she definitely would want something bigger and not your typical girly girl car.  i’m thinking a black cadillac escalade. she doesn’t have a broom bc she still hates flying and heights. fuck that shit.  as for technology, she’s got it all -- snapchat, twitter, instagram, youtube, etc.  she also definitely has a youtube channel dedicated to beauty tutorials and has thousands of dedicated viewers. she’s done everything from contouring, costume make-up, etc.  her channel is especially popular around halloween as she does a special called ‘the twelve days of pippaween’ where she does different costume makeup every day for 12 days. her most popular to date is ursula from the little mermaid!  she also definitely has the latest iphone, macbook, etc, and it’s probably all rose gold. she’s a rose gold girl. 

currently in the middle of an instagram war with her ex boyfriend. they’re both shady as fuck with their vague posting on finstas and it’s mESSY.  we love a good mess!!!!!   (this good be a good wanted connection if someone wanted to be her messy ex for the AU!!) 

ALARIC ROWLE

i feel like wizards having access to technology changed things significantly for rowle. he was able to track down his birth father’s parents much easier and probably moved back to the UK when he was much younger. he definitely learned more about the war and was drawn into anyone whose narrative reflected what he wanted to hear -- that his parents were martyrs and that the dark lord had been in the right the whole time. 

he definitely kept dueling. when his hand acted up, i think he would have been so desperate to fix it that he would have given into muggle medicines and treatments. he probably wears a splint on his wrist and his wandwork isn’t AS quick as it could be but he’s still one of the top duelists in the country. seriously, ya boy was good. him getting to continue being awesome might make him less of a douche. maybe.  he definitely competes bc glory and loves every minute of it. a rowle who is less grumpy and super cocky? we stan. 

he’s definitely a reddit troll. i feel like there’s a death eaters subreddit or something and he basically lives there and talks to other death eater sympathizers, former, or whatever, and slowly await the return of the ‘great days’.  think alt right but .. y’know magical.. ugly.

he still teaches dada bc initially he needed money to pay off some wicked crazy medical bills for all the specialists and acupuncture and weird shit he did to fix his hands.  even with the money he earns when he’s duelling, he’s in debt up to his ears.

i think he still has the scars that marr his face though bc as much as he will use splints or salves on his hands he is not gonna fucking undergo plastic surgery in the muggle world. he’d rather choke. 

ANSEM WARBECK

ansem warbeck deserves social media. he is living his best life. he is definitely the guy who is constantly using ‘find my iphone’ bc he lost it, has a cracked screen because he forgot to buy the shatterproof screen protector, and changes his netflix password weekly bc he can never remember what it was. he’s also the snapchat king. i’d say he has 100+ streaks with as many people as he can convince to keep it up and he sends angry snaps when you ruin his streaks. they’re like his babies. one time he was running a fever and still managed to make streaks. there’s no excuse. 

he still works as a curse breaker but i feel like he’s really like... stepped up gringott’s social media game. i feel like he took it upon himself to get them an instagram and is always uploading picture of whatever ‘cool’ treasure they can find. griphook keeps telling him they’re going to get robbed if he doesn’t stop bragging but ansem never listens. 

the warbeck family is probably one of the few that have not acclimated to the technological changes at all. they won’t have anything to do with electricity, social media, or anything of the sort and look down on people that do.  so ansem with his luxury brooms and his waffle iron are basically sacreligious to his family and his mom always cries whenever he talks about these things. it’s a whole Thing and just reinforces that arson is the best and ansem is the Worst. 

[jazzyhazzy]

Chapter Sixteen

Mango Tree - Angus & Julia Stone

From her lips I heard her say Can I have you Caught up on what to say I said you do

Lunch with Savanna actually turned out to be an hour long walk, in the middle of nowhere, to the top of a small mountain that seemed to be covered in cow shit. She had managed to palm Clary off to Niall so she wouldn't have to carry a complaining child to the top of said small mountain. Little does she know, that I am not far off becoming the complaining child. I signed up for a cute lunch somewhere in the city, maybe going for a stroll with my best friend and looking in a few cute little shops. But alas, moments after I strolled through my front door this morning, she shows up in her activewear, demanding that I get changed immediately and join her for a ‘nature walk’ as she called it. 

With no time to shower - much to my dismay, although I figured it would be better to shower after this ‘nature walk’ anyway - I quickly found some clean nike leggings and a sports bra and threw them on, digging a random grey jumper out of my dirty washing pile, I gave it a sniff and deemed it clean enough for exercise and made a mental note to get my washing done tonight. I barely had time to do my shoes up before I was yanked out the door by my strangely eager friend. 

“Would you please tell me what the hell is wrong with you today?” I groaned, as we made our way to her car, there was almost definitely something wrong with her, first of all, it is rare that my best friend embarks on exercise voluntarily, not to mention the annoying pushiness. I figured it had be important. 

Once we are safely in the car and driving away from the city, she finally broke the silence. She turned her face to me and her eyes were as wide as dinner plates, I couldn't quite tell what emotions were running around all over her face in the moment. “Bee, I found a ring.” 

***

And that brings us back to the top of a small mountain covered in cow shit. 

And suddenly what I needed to tell her about Harry wasn't as important anymore.

And I can’t believe she is freaking out about this.

I sit down on a mossy old log and groan, “Sav, will you please just speak to me? You’ve made me walk up this god forsaken cow shit covered mountain and you haven't said a single word!” My best friend paces back and forth between two trees that perfectly frame a great view of the suburbs in which we reside. I consider taking a picture, but figured I should get some useful words out of this mixed up lump of a person. 

As she paces past me once more, I grab her arm and yank her down on the mossy log beside me. She’s breathing heavier than usual, but I can’t be sure if that is because of the steep incline of the walk, or because she is holding in a lot of thoughts and emotions. “Breathe, will you? For Christs sake the walk wasn't that hard.” I nudge her, handing her my water bottle, from which she takes a few frantic gulps before screwing the cap back on and passing it back to me. “So... how exactly did you stumble across this ring?” I probe, hoping that by prompting her with questions, I can finally get some answers out of her. It’s not like Sav to not want to blurt out everything she is thinking, but for some reason, this has completely silenced my big mouthed friend. 

“In a drawer of course! That stupid Irish dummy hides things where every man does! Everyone knows that men hide things in their underwear drawers! I mean HONESTLY!? I fold and put away his laundry from time to time, did he seriously think I wouldn't come across it at some point? Or did he put it there on purpose for me to find it? Blair I have no idea what to think, or what to make of all of this, is it an-” she chokes, “engagement ring?!”

I chuckle at her, my hand reassuringly on her back “Is that such an outrageous thought?” I question. I mean, they have been in love for many years now, they have a child and a home together... they’re soulmates, I’ve never come across two people that better compliment one another. I can feel the tension in her shoulders relax under my rested hand. She massages her fingers on her forehead, as if it will prompt some kind of thinking. “I just mean, you’ve not really done things in the right order if you want to look at it the traditional way, but... you’ve got a wonderful, beautiful baby daughter together, you’re madly in love - emphasis on the mad bit, because you guys are freaking bonkers!” She perks up a bit at my attempt at lightening the mood, I can't for the life in me think of any reason why she wouldn't be happy about finding this ring.

“I just don't know what to do! Or what to think! Or what to say for that matter” she whines, leaning her head on my shoulder. I shake my head and nudge her head so she lifts it up again and looks at me, “Savanna, I honestly think that you are the only person in the world who is disheartened by this kind of news...” 

“I am NOT disheartened! Blair! I am in shock you blithering idiot! My stupid little Irish dummy wants to marry me! ME!” She whispers, looking me in the eye like she can’t even comprehend that those words are coming out of her mouth. She grabs my hands in hers, “Do you remember, all those years ago, when we were just Blair, and just Sav? Before we were Naill’s girlfriend and Harry’s girlfriend - well, ex girlfriend I suppo-” I interrupt her with a small cough, meaning for it to be subtle but she has known me practically my entire life so she just knows.

Her eyes go impossibly wide and excitement rapidly spreads over her entire face, she wears a menacingly thrilled grin - the kind of excitement she should have on her face from finding out about this bloody ring, not about a small cough that may have eluded to the reunion of Harry and I. “Blair. Waters. Are. You. Fucking. Serious!?” she asks me, emphasising every single word. 

I sigh at the change in topic, but I can’t stop the triumphant smile that plays at the corners of my mouth. “I need you to just be calm, because no, we’re not officially back together yet, we’re just taking it day by day but yes, it is heading back in that direction.” She nods eagerly, waiting for me to elaborate more. “It’s just not something that I can jump right back into, especially after everything that happened, I just feel like for my own sake, I need to take things slow this time, but we’re spending time together and trying to keep it to ourselves so please do not tell anyone else until we figure this all out” I beg, I know its hopeless because she is just going to go straight home and tell Niall, but I really hope they can keep it to themselves, I need things to be different this time. I need time to take it slow before I get back into Harry and the whole lifestyle that comes with being his girlfriend.

***

After talking all of our problems out on the peak of a cow shit covered mountain, Savanna finally agreed to take me back to civilisation and get some food seeing as we were actually up there for hours and if I don't get some form of potato in my stomach I am going to start shutting down. We decide on the Macca’s drive through seeing as we look like pure shite and when there is a high chance of us being photographed eating fries in the cafe, this is just the easier option. The alternative is being the headline on the next gossip magazine as two spinsters on a downward spiral, gaining 20kg and developing acne in the process. Probably the worst part of being associated with a group of dead handsome boys that are constantly in the spotlight.

Once we pull up outside my place, I turn to say goodbye, and see Sav’s eyes swimming in tears, and she throws her arms around me, squeezing the life out of me and in the process squeezing my fries against my boob, I frown, confused by her sudden tears. “What on earth is the matter now you ridiculous human? I thought we had everything figured out!?” I ask, she releases me and sits back in her seat, wiping her eyes on her sleeve and smiling, “I know that! I don’t say this often, but I’m really lucky to have you Blair, after everything we’ve been through, I’m just glad that you’re still there for me, and I’m still always there for you! I’m just beyond happy that you are trying to work things out with Haz, because I can just see how much it tears you both apart not being together.” She sniffs, and I nod, appreciatively. “I know, we’re working on it, okay? Now go home and eat your cheeseburger and kiss your daughter and kiss your stupid Irish buffoon, but remember-” “I never saw a ring, I’ve got this!” She finishes for me, ushering me out of the car because her fries are getting cold. I shake my head and laugh at her nuttiness, fishing my keys out of my bag, I climb the stairs to my humble abode, and almost stand on an entire florists worth of flowers. 

I’m so caught off guard I almost fall backwards down the stairs, but manage to steady myself on the railing. On my landing in front of my door is a dozen bunches of the most beautiful floral arrangements I’ve ever seen in my entire life. There are Lily’s in every bunch - my favourite flower - of every colour, and the smell is outrageously sweet and fresh. I stand there for a few minutes admiring the bunches, whilst finishing off my fries, I don’t need to read the note on my doormat to know who they’re all from. Nonetheless, I reach down and pick it up, reading the familiar scrawl on the heavy paper.

B,

These flowers are very pretty, 

Almost as pretty as youuuuuuuuu

H

xx

I actually laugh out loud at the note, folding it back up and holding it to my chest for a moment, to be honest, I had expected a great big meaningful message of feelings and emotions, but this simple and delightful message is so much better. Even when he is not around, this boy manages to brighten my day. 

Now to find a place for all of these gorgeous arrangements...  I navigate my way through them to the front door, unlocking it and pressing in the alarm code. One by one I carry the flowers inside and line them all up on my dining room table. Thankfully they’ve each been delivered in their own vases which is a relief because I believe I have 3 vases which would mean that I would have had to improvise and that could have gotten messy. I find places for each of the bunches, on coffee tables, side tables, hallway tables, mantlepieces, kitchen benches, bedside tables - the list goes on and on - until I have found a dozen spots for a dozen bunches. My home smells like a florist and I love it. 

Except I get a whiff of my own scent and it is not pleasant in the slightest. I am well overdue for a shower, so I reluctantly leave my living room full of flowers and head to the bathroom to get clean.

***

A few hours have passed, and my floral living room has inspired me to get back into my writing. It’s safe to say that for the past few months I have been ignoring my deadlines and neglecting my books altogether. The longer I left it, the more difficult it has been to motivate myself to get back into it. But thanks to Harry’s surprise, and his lighthearted note, my heart feels stronger and my fingers are itching to write.

My phone dings from the armrest next to me, and I see that Harry has finally replied to my thank-you text.

Glad you like! How was your day? :’)

I wonder what he has been up to all day too, probably spent most of the morning in a fancy florist picking out these absurdly beautiful bunches.

One bunch would have been enough you know ;) My day was... unexpected. Yourself?

Unexpected, I guess thats a good way of describing it without giving everything away.

Unexpected? Tell me more!

Sav made me walk up a mountain that was covered in cow shit :/

Well I wasn’t expecting that! I bet you stink, I hope you’ve showered and made yourself presentable

Presentable? 

You didn't really think the flowers were the only surprise awaiting you today did you?

Harry! One grand gesture is more than enough for one day! I was hoping for a quiet night in tonight :/

As much as I appreciate the grand gestures, and I know that Harry is a hopeless romantic and likes to sweep me off my feet, but after that walk and everything, I had planned on spending the rest of the day in my sweats, looking ugly and writing my book, eventually ordering in pizza and watching some TV. I really hope that he doesn't have anything big planned. 

Lucky we’re not going out then ;)

What are you planning Mr. Styles?

I wait for a reply, but it doesn't come for a while, so I put my phone back down and get back to my writing. Thankfully, getting back into it wasn't as hard as I have been telling myself, I seem to have well and truly overcome my writers block, and the plot is now flowing out of me so fast that my furiously typing fingers can hardly keep up. I write for what feels like hours, and before I know it, it’s 7:30pm and my stomach is grumbling unhappily. I vow to finish the chapter before rewarding myself with pizza, so I continue writing despite the protest of my stomach. 

However, I am interrupted by a knock on the door, and my fingers hover above the keyboard, I can’t remember if I’ve already ordered the pizza or not. I push my laptop aside and jump up, my ugg boots scuffing the carpet as I lazily make my way for the front door, I leave the chain on - for safety reasons - and open the door just a crack and peer through, only to see a pair of green eyes right in the crack of the door. I get such a huge fright at his close and unexpected proximity that I almost jump right out of my skin.

I shut the door and remove the chain, opening it back up and finding Harry on my doorstep, in his sweats, his giant hand is holding a giant pizza box and a  bag full of goodies. 

“Evening, Gorgeous” he announces, scanning my attire from head to toe, I find myself surprisingly a little embarrassed, although I’m not sure why. Considering Harry has seen me in just about every state possible, I’m not sure why I find sweats and a baggy long sleeve t-shirt to be so humiliating. I shake my head at him, “Excuse me, you’ve shown up unannounced and I actually have plans tonight” I say, matter-of-factly. “Going to order in your own pizza? - a pepperoni just the same as this one, from this exact place a couple of blocks away? With some salt and vinegar crisps - the Smiths ones just like these ones?” He pulls the familiar pink bag of crisps from the plastic bag in his hand, balancing the giant pizza on his knee. “And don’t forget this exact ginger beer, this exact chocolate, and these exact sour sherbet lemons?” He finishes, with a triumphant smile, impressively juggling all of the items in his hands and on his knee. 

“Alright fine, you got me! You’re just going to have to excuse the fact that I look like this though” I sigh, playing with the hem of my shirt, Harry steps into the lounge and gives me a look, tilting his head to the side, “Don’t be stupid, you know I could care less” He plants a kiss on my cheek as he walks past, placing the pizza and bag of goodies down on the coffee table and pulls it up in front of the couch so close that his knees are touching it, and sits himself down, grinning up at me and patting the seat beside him.

Rolling my eyes, I pack away my laptop and tuck it under the couch, planting myself on the seat next to him. Once he’s satisfied that I’m seated comfortably, he visibly relaxes and reaches forward to open the pizza box, extracting a piece and chomping into it happily. I’m momentarily distracted by how prominent his jaw bone is while he chews. 

“I tell you, it was a bloody mission getting myself here unseen” he tells me, with his mouth full of pizza, chewing on my own piece, I nod, understanding. The hoards of people that seem to follow him everywhere are tiring at the best of times. I hate to think how fast news would spread if anyone saw him at my place, although it is something that is going to come out eventually, I would rather plan the news of our reunion to surface at a time when we are both ready, as opposed to someone catching us off guard. Having this get out before we’re both ready to commit again could destroy us all over again, and I’m not prepared to be thrust in the spotlight again so soon after everything that has happened.