#lucinda-whoisleft

[emma-whoisleft]

30 Rock ft. @lucinda-whoisleft

[sebastian-whoisleft]

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NAME: hot girl emma’s friend quidditch RINGTONE: Ain’t No Mountain High EnoughLAST TEXT RECEIVED: This date is the worst. Can you call with an ‘emergency’?LAST TEXT SENT: I’ll do you one better. Drop a location pin and meet me in the alley out back in 5. 

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[dorcas-whoisleft]

▲ - Gladys Gudgeon, Lucinda Talkalot, Emma Vanity

M: Gladys Gudgeon – Hey, hey, hey. Still entering her dream family.F: Lucinda TalkalotK: Emma Vanity – Not out of malice, but Dorcas is too frightened of her to consider either of the other two options

[alecto-wil]

Drink With Me // Alecto & Lucinda

Alecto needed a drink. Well, she needed more than just a drink, she really felt like she needed several, as she made her way up to the Slytherin common room, hoping that it was relatively empty. She wasn’t in the mood for dealing with anyone after her argument with Amycus. It was stupid, really, the argument, but it still had her blood boiling and after their fight at Valentine’s Day, she didn’t want to have another go at it, so she chose to just walk away. She just wished that Amycus would see things from her point of view, that right now it would be less than wise to go around calling mudbloods for what they were. Of course she hated them just like him, but she knew when the right time was, and when the wrong time was, and right now? It was absolutely the wrong time. 

She was glad to see the common room mostly empty when she walked in, and she immediately went towards the dormitory’s. She was so glad that she had stocked up a few weeks ago, she felt like she was absolutely going to need it tonight. Fighting with Amycus made her feel unnatural, and she honestly didn’t like the feeling at all. 

When she pushed open the door and walked in, she saw Lucinda, alone, and ignored her as she went to her bed. She knelt down next to it and then grabbed one of her hidden bottles, checking to make sure that nobody had touched them before she got back up and glanced at Lucinda again. “I don’t suppose you’d care to join me?” She offered, surprised with herself...but there was something so pathetic about seeing Lucinda alone, and she figured that it wouldn’t hurt anything to have a drink with the girl. They both probably needed it.

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[savingdavey]

lucemma

does the cooking: neither of them. no one is sure how they eatis more protective: lucinda is so protective but has no way of backing it up, but emma is so naturally intimidating that lucinda doesn’t need much active protecting, people know to stay awayis better with kids: E M M A. this cannot be stressed enoughwakes up first in the morning: emma. lucinda prefers to wake up when she’s back from her run and comes bearing coffeecontrols the TV/radio/remote: emma will say it’s lucinda, but it’s not. she’ll only fight her on this when she changes the radio away from something she lovessings in the shower: lucinda, but emma needs to make suggestions or it’ll be the same three lines over and over for fifteen minutesis responsible for trapping/killing the spiders: emmaalways falls asleep on the couch: lucinda. if emma accidentally wakes her up getting ready for her workout, sometimes lucinda moves out there to “make breakfast” and “greet her on the way in” but she always falls back asleep on the couchtakes care of the other when they’re sick: lucinda and that says a whole lot about emmasets the house on fire: emma only because lucinda doesn’t even try to cookis horrible at budgeting: lucinda leaves the budget completely in emma’s handsbrings home stray pets: lucinda and she later gets the kids on her side for keeping themwould cook the better romantic dinner: gus at one point makes them two really romantic bowls of cereal and puts an unlit candle in the middle of the table and it’s a better meal than either of them ever could have pulled off and he’s ninestarts the holiday decorating: lucinda won’t start decorating, but it’s on her mind first and she hums festive music until emma catches on and brings out the decorationseats the others uneaten pizza crusts: lucinda loves that emma lets herwatches jeopardy and calls out the answers: emma. lucinda calls davey, leaves the phone on the counter, and goes to take a bathclings to the other during scary movies: emma is always the tough one, so lucinda fully embraces that she gets to be when it comes to scary moviessurprises the other in the shower: lucinda but she has no idea when jeopardy ends, so emma has been known to surprise her in the bathinitiates hand holding while the other is driving: lucinda, in need of constant validation and affectionasks weird questions in the middle of the night: lucinda and sleepy lucinda fully believes whatever emma tells her

[lucinda-whoisleft]

the high life | sebastian & lucinda

"This is where you should have been staying the whole time," Lucinda said. Her bare toes curled with every step across the thick carpet, shoes long since abandoned by the door. "But I'll take it now." 

This was her chance to celebrate with Sebastian who, for inexplicable reasons, was not one of the alumni who sneaked in with the parents. Okay, maybe there were perfectly good and valid reasons, but all of them had seemed unsatisfying until she realized how wonderfully separate this made things. She readily traded in an evening in the castle with her family idly around for a night with one of her best friends away from it all. 

Not just away from it all, but in an exquisite and lavishly overdone suite. Silk sheets and a plush couch that she sank down into, already thinking about the bathtub that she hadn't seen but was sure existed and would be equally wonderful. She had really outdone herself in space and company alike.

Lucinda turned to look over the back edge of the couch, resting her arms on top of it and chin on them in turn. She smiled widely at Sebastian, curling her legs under her and looking at him expectantly.

"Did you get me a graduation present, or am I going to spend our whole night giving you pouty, disappointed looks?" It was teasing. Mostly. 

@sebastian-whoisleft​

[mary-whoisleft]

here’s to happiness, freedom, and life // mary & lucinda

Mary was partying like she had something to celebrate. Which, arguably, she did not considering she was not one of the people who had been up on a broom that day. But there were others who were and some of them won and if Mary couldn’t find joy in celebrating the success of others then what was the point of having copious amounts of alcohol to toast with. 

“To Hufflepuff,” she shouted for not the first time, lifting a generous shot she had poured for herself into the sky. The small crowd around her followed suit, all downing their drinks with precision. And once it was gone, she immediately needed a refill if only to have something in hand the next time she stumbled upon a worthwhile things to raise a cup to. 

Which some would say she found while pouring another round of Firewhiskey, spilling some over the edge of the cup in the process. When she lifted her head up again, she found herself face-to-face with Lucinda. 

For a moment an image flashed across her drunken brain: Lucinda with her wand pointed towards Mary, hesitant fear in her eyes. And then another: Lucinda coming to vouch for her, even when she didn’t have to, not after some of the things Mary had said. 

Finally, she brought herself back to the real Lucinda standing in front of her now, and pulled a cautious smile onto her face. “And this one’s for you, Lucinda! You guys played a great game.”

@lucinda-whoisleft​

[whoisleft-rp]

It's impossible to go wrong with any of the characters, but I know some fun connections would come with Rita Skeeter, Sybill Trelawney, and Sophia Borgin!

Rita Skeeter for sure has long been on our most wanted list - she’s guaranteed to bring the drama and gossip and has plenty of connections already to play around with. Sybill Trelawney is also another name we’d love to see, think of all the fun predictions and (maybe) fake readings she’d get to do; she’s a Seer, after all! Sophia Borgin is the kleptomaniac daughter of the man who owns Borgin and Burkes, and with all of our current taken Purebloods - both in school and recently graduated - she’d be in very good company for lots of plots and connections!

We love all these Ravenclaw ladies, and we’d also love to see some graduated ones. Harper Baddock springs to mind, a Death Eater who may still see the light and turn against Lord Voldemort’s cause, as well as Kingsley Shacklebolt who may not be a member of the Order of the Phoenix during the First War he is fast becoming a prolific auror now that he’s left Hogwarts, and will be fighting against Voldemort in his own (more Ministry-sanctioned) ways. 

Any of these Ravenclaws catching your eye? Maybe you’re more interested in non-Hogwarts students or grads, we’ve got those too! Take a look at our open characters, our application, send us a message - we wanna hear from you! -Admin Lauren

[gideonthesoldier]

page-turner ; gideon & lucinda

The Diagon Alley Library was the furthest thing from quiet. At least, it was the furthest thing from quiet on Tuesdays, when Gideon volunteered his time reading to children and the place filled up with the shouting, laughing, running and shrieking gaggle of kids who were always excited to see one another and whom never sat still long enough to make it through an entire book. 

Once the official reading was over – an hour from Gideon’s week that never felt poorly-spent – it wasn’t unusual for Gideon to pal along with his nephews, regular attendees not only because Molly liked to take advantage of the free babysitting service, back to their home at the Burrow for a lunch and several more books by the fire. 

Today, however, Gideon was on his own once the event ended. Bill had come down with a cold, which meant Charlie had come down with a cold and, in the resulting sluggishness of the household, Percy was either recently sick himself or feigning to be in order to refocus attention on himself as the now-but-not-for-long baby of the household. With time to kill, Gideon wandered over into the adult section of the library, where neat placards divided things by genres and the old, wooden floors creaked under his feet without a brightly patterned carpet to shield them. 

It was a guilty pleasure, looking for the familiar book spine marked with a ‘T’ (nonfiction). A beach read, was how he’d justified the initial read; a comedy was how he’d classified it on the second. It was not until the third flip through the salacious, scathing insight into the pure-blood lifestyle that Gideon realized how very sad of a story it was – schadenfreude aside. By then, he was hooked. 

The promise of an incoming sequel from wordsmith Harley Talkalot seemed as good a reason as any to give the original tome a re-read. 

It wasn’t as though Gideon had anything better to do for a few hours; Moody was, it seemed, punishing him for asking for one night off by granting him a half-dozen more that he had not asked for and did not want to take. 

He checked out at the counter and tucked the book under his arm on the way outside. The sun was warm though the February air was cold, and the resulting mix meant it was nice enough to linger outdoors so long as the shadow of shade never crossed him. Thinking, as he often did, that there was nothing like the present, Gideon plopped down to sit on the library’s front stone steps and let his legs dangle out long in front of him. Comfortable as possible with his jacket pulled tightly around him and his shoulder bag acting as a makeshift lumbar support, Gideon cracked open the book and began to read the familiar words. 

He remained that way until a shadow crossed his path and cast his pages into relative darkness. –– @lucinda-whoisleft​

[tazie-whoisleft]

a friend of a friend of a friend // anastazie & lucinda // september ‘85

Anastazie Shafiq had been busy in the years since the war. That’s not to say she had been slacking before, as she had always kept her plate very full for as long as she could remember. But she ramped up on everything work related -- throwing herself into her research and doubling down of her efforts to secure her seat on the Wizengamot. It fueled her, kept her pushing forward, focused on the goal ahead. Which made it easy to let everything else fall to the wayside -- everything like what happened with her brother.

She didn’t talk about it, at least not out in the open. When it came up, she would give an appropriately vague expression before finding a tactful way to change the topic. And, of course, the name change was obvious and people would read into that what they will. But even so -- even if she only allowed herself to dwell on it when sleep deprived and in the privacy of her own home -- Antonin was her brother. However he had changed, however the war had changed him, she knew the boy she had grown up with, had known her whole life, was still in there.

Did Emma ever dwell on that? However hypocritical it may be, she couldn’t help but keep an eye on her sister-in-law -- if Emma would even consider herself as much anymore. And of course, her favorite way to do so was slyly and inadvertently.

“A lovely evening, isn’t it?” There were only so many events they overlapped at these days, so Anastazie knew to take the chance when she had it. She had waited until the moment Lucinda was alone to slide up next to her, an extra glass of champagne in her hand ready to offer. “You and Emma both look beautiful.”

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[amos-whoisleft-blog]

to be an adult | lucinda & amos

“Another Butterbeer. You’re gonna make me broke, Talkalot.”

It was a lie. And even if it wasn’t, Amos didn’t mind. Lucinda had been a good distraction over the last couple of months, and even with earth-shattering news, he didn’t want her to go anywhere. They had far too much in common for Amos to not become somewhat invested in keeping a friendship with the Slytherin. In fact, what they had in common was the reason he invited her out for a drink when a Hogsmeade weekend came up. Because while Amos Diggory bragged to everyone about his baby news, there was an underlining terror there. The fear of responsibility and commitment.

A fear that the girl across the table from him shared.

Amos placed the drink in front of her before settling back into his original seat. “Anyway, like I was saying – I don’t know how you deal with being captain. I thought I wanted that badge, before Davey got it. But damn – the amount you have to put into it? That’s crazy.” He shook his head at the thought, before looking at her with a grin. “Think I’ll miss Quidditch the most, you know? Well, maybe you don’t know. What, with losing all the time.”

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[emma-whoisleft]

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Emma was the first one of the pair to claim Lucinda aloud as her “best friend” and definitely intended it as a very big, very serious honor – not unlike someone choosing their chief of staff, but more important. Because it was about Emma. 

When the girls were fighting—during the post-captaincy-loss-cause-reveal—Emma was extra anal about keeping her area of the dormitory clean and orderly, because sometimes (when they were still friends) Lucinda would lovingly mess up a too-straight line of shoes or sit on Emma’s bed when it was freshly made and muss up the duvet, and Emma was unconsciously trying to bait her. 

Emma always kept a picture of her and Lucinda in her Quidditch locker; now, she keeps the same picture framed on her desk at work, along with a small clipping of the ribbon Lucinda would always tie into Emma’s hair for her before games. 

When Emma has her first son, she feels a strange and at-the-time unexplainable resistance to teaching him to call Lucinda ‘Aunt Lucinda’ or anything variation of it. Which only makes sense to Emma much, much later – when Gus has the most seamless transition into embracing Lucinda as his stepmother.  

[sebastian-whoisleft]

shining, shimmering, splendid || sebastian & lucinda

Graduation Gift: Traveling Trip; proposal impending

“I missed this,” said Sebastian, although they’d never actually done this before.

He and Lucinda were laid out on a rooftop, a chenille blanket swiped from the hotel beneath them and a blanket of stars stretched wide and endless above them. Below, sounds of the city echoed: people shouting to one another in a mashup of languages, or stumbling out of late dinners, unsteady with booze; Vespa horns being leaned on and couples fighting and, somewhere far off, a radio playing love songs that all sounded the same. 

The sun had long since set, but Santorini still felt bright: the white adobe buildings glowed in the dark and candles dotted every window, coming to an abrupt and beautiful end where the cliffs gave way to sea. They couldn’t see the water lapping at the Greek shores, but they could hear it; even from up here, on top of the world.

What he’d really meant was: he’d missed Lucinda. 

The ink on her diploma wasn’t yet half a year old, but Sebastian was approaching the second September he wouldn’t return to the youthful simplicity and safety of the castle walls at school. They both had jobs now; Sebastian doubly so, if you counted his ever-increasing activities with the Death Eaters—and, at this point, it was almost impossible not to. The politics of…well, politics had nothing on the minefield that was simply interacting with his brothers in arms, and that was without the gory missions and arrested father that worked together regularly to leave Sebastian sick to his stomach. 

Even in late August, the night hung hot and too heavy around them, and his shirt hung open and unbuttoned—but his sleeves intact, hiding the garden of tattoos that surrounded the one, un-pullable branded weed.

How long had it been since they were able to just…be like this? Too long. It was the seed that gave bloom to this entire gift, the entire trip. But experiencing it was a wholly different and more beautiful thing than planning it.

Sebastian reached for the bottle of wine and refilled both of their not-yet-empty glasses without waiting for permission. Propped up on his side, he reached a hand over to brush hair out of Lucinda’s face; his hand lingered on her cheek as he beamed down.

“We should do this every year,” he added. “Forever.”

@lucinda-whoisleft​

[dorcas-whoisleft]

the other two // dorcas & lucinda

Liquid courage made it easier to socialize at parties, to be sure - but Lucinda Talkalot was an easy enough person to talk to (or at, depending on Dorcas’s social skill set du jour) under normal circumstances. 

The drink in Dorcas’s hand was largely decorative, but there was a prettily-rolled joint in her back pocket waiting for later in the evening, when it would feel less rude to drift off into the quiet and peace of the forest’s least-spooky trees for a smoke and the deep, calming breaths that accompanied the ritual.  

“Hey,” Dorcas said, catching Lucinda’s eye and greeting her with a wave. She herself was riding high on the joy the Hufflepuff’s felt in their victory - or, better yet, the happiness radiating off of Davey - but was relieved to see that Lucinda was here and seemed, at least to an uninformed onlooker, unlike someone wracked with misery. 

She’d been looking for Davey, technically, but Dorcas could see him a little bit across the way - talking to Emma Vanity, the two of them off in their own little world. The chances it was a short conversation were slim; the chances of Lucinda also waiting to claim the other half of the chatting pair was traditionally high.

“Congratulations!” said Dorcas brightly, looking - hell, feeling - incredibly proud of herself, for knowing there was something to be congratulatory about even in the wake of a lost match. “On the, um! I don’t know if there’s a term for it; I’m sure there probably is. The No Score? Sounds very dramatic, but I kind of like it. Congratulations on not letting any balls through the hoop! See, now I sound like an alien who just found out about sports this morning. Which is actually close to how it feels, sometimes.” 

@lucinda-whoisleft​

[alecto-wil]

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⭐ Knowing that Lucinda was practically Emma’s lapdog for all these years, she never targeted her even though she absolutely irritates Alecto to no end. She can’t take  Lucinda’s constant chattering nor can she tolerate her need to fill every silence with some kind of conversation. During their first year, Alecto would often wonder if Lucinda was ever going to stop talking or if the only way that she would shut up would be if she were dead, but she never voiced those opinions, because she knew that Emma wouldn’t like it, and as much as Alecto doesn’t want to admit it, she would rather not fight with Emma over Lucinda.

When Alecto heard about Lucinda and Emma’s blow out fight she didn’t believe that it could possibly be true. The thought of Emma and Lucinda not being friends anymore was as hard for her to fathom as herself not being close to Amycus anymore. That said, as annoying as the dramatics are, she figures that Emma and Lucinda will make up eventually, so Lucinda still isn’t one of Alecto’s targets.

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[savingdavey]

lucinda x jimena

does the cooking: jimena can cook and was one of the first home cooked meals she ever had. her parents don’t cook eitheris more protective: lucinda. it’s protectiveness fueled by jealousyis better with kids: jimena (this is not a hard category to beat lucinda in)wakes up first in the morning: neither of them wake up in the morningcontrols the TV/radio/remote: lucinda has better taste in music, jimena has better taste in shows and movies, so they split them accordinglysings in the shower: both of them, but lucinda is better at it and jimena does it for funis responsible for trapping/killing the spiders: jimenaalways falls asleep on the couch: jimena sleeps on lucinda’s chest on the couchtakes care of the other when they’re sick: jimena, lucinda keeps far away from sick people unless she cares for them on a supremely deep level. she’s not catching the plague, thankssets the house on fire: lucinda the one time she tried to make a romantic meal for jimenais horrible at budgeting: lucinda brings home stray pets: both of them but they never keep them for longwould cook the better romantic dinner: lucinda puts more effort in, but jimena’s turn out better. that is to say without small firesstarts the holiday decorating: jimena and lucinda pouts because she wants to help (she puts up three things and stares at her while she does the rest until she decides that’s enough and distracts them both)eats the others uneaten pizza crusts: lucinda is the crust thiefwatches jeopardy and calls out the answers: jimena, lucinda doesn’t careclings to the other during scary movies: lucinda is your cliche clinging to her because of the contact gfsurprises the other in the shower: lucindainitiates hand holding while the other is driving: lucinda, she prefers the passenger seat anywayasks weird questions in the middle of the night: jimena beats her to it and lucinda has no idea what to do with them