#nadia erbland

[endlessly-cursed]

primrose gray's main women + name meanings

ft. victoria somerset, alina mikelova, nadia erbland ( @gcldensnitch ) niamh kelly ( @unfortunate-arrow ) cora hastings & georgia coventry ( @camillejeaneshphm ) roxanne haley ( @mjs-oc-corner ) & siobhan llewellyn ( @kc-and-co )

[gcldensnitch]

web weaving: primadia version (@endlessly-cursed)

[fischerfrey]

legacy incorrect quotes; prim’s dilemma

primrose gray by @endlessly-cursed​

elian goldcrest by @potionboy3​

nadia erbland by @gcldensnitch​

based on this text post

[potionboy3]

I know I'm late again but these were a bitch to make!!! Never editing with my phone again. Possible spelling mistakes were meant to be there...

DAY 2: The welcome ball

Before the weekend, Primrose made Elian a special request to not drink from anyone at the ball or near town and he agreed to it. What he didn't see coming was going face to face with someone he had drank from before... He definitely didn't expect the said person being Prim's best friend.

Thank you Noe for creating the lovely event and i'm sorry for the schedule issues of mine!

Primrose Gray @endlessly-cursed

Elian Goldcrest (mine)

Nadia Erbland @gcldensnitch

[endlessly-cursed]

@gcldensnitch they!!!

MARY STUART and LOLA FLEMING REIGN — 1x14-1x15

[the-al-chemist]

The Beginning of a Symphony - Chapter 33

A/N: With the celestial ball fast approaching, the fifth years are on the lookout for romance.

Warnings: mild angst/pining.

OCs featured/mentioned: Siobhan Llewelyn @kc-and-co, Gwen Archeron @thatravenpuffwitch, Primrose Gray and Jesse Seymour @endlessly-cursed, Nadia Erbland @gcldensnitch, William Devlin @unfortunate-arrow, Reuben Willows @that-scouse-wizard, Leila Hellebore @whatwouldvalerydo, Winona Rosewood @usernoneexistent, Nolan Miller @hogwartsmysteryho, Henry Lovecraft @lifeofkaze

April 1897

The Easter holidays had come and gone both all too quickly and far too slowly. With no classes to attend, the two week break had been spent reading books, browsing the shops in Hogsmeade village, and eating copious amounts of chocolate. Anyone would have thought that the idea of returning to a normal school routine the following morning would have cast a dark cloud over the final night of the break, but the fifth year Ravenclaws remained in high spirits. After all, the end of the holidays meant that they were closer to May, when the Celestial Ball would be taking place.

The ball was all anyone had been able to talk about since the Headmaster had made his announcement at the end-of-term feast. Héloïse was half-bored by the endless discussions of dress robes and dance cards and music and escorts. She had never enjoyed spending time in large crowds of people, and so dances and balls had never been exciting prospects to her. And yet…

Perhaps it was because she was now sixteen, no longer a mere child and only a year away from being a grown woman, but each time she heard someone mention what they were planning on wearing or who they hoped to dance with, she felt her heart lift slightly and begin to beat faster in her chest, as if it were already trying to dance. She watched boys asking girls if they might escort them to the ball with fascination, paying attention to the nervous ones’ shaking hands and hopeful eyes, and the confident ones’ polished manner of talking, and the giddy giggles of the girls and their friends after they made their responses. She had read all about the peculiar alignment of stars that the Celestial Ball celebrated, and each night had stolen away to the Astronomy tower in order to see the stars’ progression, as they crept closer and closer to the positions they would hold on the night of the ball.

She was looking forward to the Celestial Ball, really looking forward to it, and that surprised her.

With the return of the school locomotive engine earlier in the evening, the Ravenclaw common room was busier and louder than it had been in the previous two weeks, and the students who had spent the holidays at home were quickly being filled in on what they had missed during the break.

“Oh, I’m so glad that Jesse asked if he could escort you. I’d have felt so guilty being escorted if that meant leaving you to go alone. Now I can attend with William and a clear conscience!” Primrose Grey, who Héloïse had come to realise always knew everything about everyone, was telling her friend Nadia Erbland. Primrose’s blue eyes scanned the room as she continued, “I do believe that most people have arranged to be escorted by someone now. Reuben asked Leila Hellebore straight away, and I think Nolan has now asked Winona Rosewood, as well. In fact” - her eyes settled on Héloïse and her dorm mates - “I know who everyone is going with except for you three.”

Siobhan cocked an eyebrow at her. “Oh, aye?”

“Yes indeed,” said Primrose, with a nod. “So, then. Do tell. Will you all have escorts, or are you going to fill your dance cards on the night?”

“I’m leaving it to the night itself,” Gwendolyn answered. “I think it’s more exciting that way, somehow. Shiv is going to be escorted, though.”

“Who by?”

“Galen Stagg.”

“Really?”

“I don’t see why you are so surprised,” said Siobhan tersely. “Everyone and their granny knows we are friends.”

“Friends, yes, but-”

“Well, then. We shall attend the ball together, and that shall be that, and we shall hear no more on the matter.”

There was a finality to Shiv’s tone that made even Gwen raise an eyebrow and share a glance with Héloïse. Prim pursed her lips slightly, but she turned to Héloïse looking nonplussed.

“Et toi, Héloïse?”

It took Héloïse a few seconds to decide in which language she should reply to Prim’s question. Once she had opted for English, it took her another moment to pick her words.

“I am to go with no one,” she told Primrose, her voice sounding almost defeated in her ears.

“No?” Prim asked. She tilted her head, and Héloïse shook her own.

“No one is asking me.”

That was the problem, Héloïse realised. That was why she sounded and felt so disappointed. She wanted someone to ask her - she wanted Jim to ask her - but now that was seeming an increasingly less likely prospect. And even though Shiv told her that there were stil days to come before the ball, and Gwen said that he may even ask to partner with her on the night, in her heart she knew that he would not do so. There had been plenty of opportunities in which he might have asked her, and yet he had not. With the Celestial Ball now less than a week away, there was only one logical conclusion that Héloïse could draw: that he did not want to attend with her.

The very idea filled her with a deep, unshakeable sense of melancholy, one that accompanied her through the remainder of the evening, until eventually she retired from the Ravenclaw common room and escaped to her usual meditation spot in the Astronomy tower.

She had intended to rest awhile under the light of the moon and wallow in her self-pity alone, however, she soon found herself being interrupted by the sound of a throat being cleared, and an elongated shadow of a wizard appear on the ground beside her. She sat up straight, her chest lifting with her heart. Could it be…

“Jim?”

“I am afraid not,” the newcomer replied, his peculiar accent making his identity known before Héloïse turned to see his face. “Alas, you seem disappointed by the fact.”

Héloïse smiled sadly as her friend Henry Lovecraft approached and sat down beside her.

“Yes. No. I am not…” she sighed. “I do not wish to be rude. I am sorry.”

Henry shook his head. “It is no bother. What is wrong? Are you homesick?”

“No.”

“Then whatever is the matter?”

“I… It is the ball,” saiid Héloïse. “It is so close, and so many girls have been asked by boys if they can to go with them, and no one is asking to go with me.”

“No one at all?” Henry asked, one eyebrow raised as if he knew that there was only one person who mattered. Héloïse shrugged wordlessly in response. “Well, I am certain that it is not for lack of wanting.”

“But I think that it must be for this reason. What other reason would there to be?”

“What reason would there be for someone to not wish to attend a ball with you?”

“I do not know,” Héloïse said. “No. I do know. It is because I am too strange, I am thinking. Too different to others.”

Henry laughed quietly. Héloïse frowned at him.

“Quoi?”

“All people are different to others, Heloise,” Henry told her. “And yet, at the same time, we are all the same. It is a paradox, and that paradox is what makes people so very interesting. And the more different a person, the more interesting they are.” He smiled. “I would not describe you as too different, I would simply say that you are extraordinarily interesting.”

Héloïse looked up at the stars, her lips twitching slightly.

“Merci, Henri,” she half -whispered.

“It is but the truth.”

The air was still and silent for a few moments. Eventually, Héloïse turned to Henry and asked him:

“Who are you to go with to the ball?”

“I am not attending with anyone. I do not… I have no wish to attend with anyone in particular, or at all.”

“But it is so romantic, no?”

“Yes, and that is the problem. I prefer to read and observe romance, rather than to partake in it myself,” replied Henry. He sighed. “I do believe that I am rather different to others, too.”

“Perhaps you would like to go with me,” Héloïse suggested, “as my friend.”

Henry frowned. “You do not need to do that, Héloïse. There is still time for the person you…”

“No, there is not. And if I am too different for him, then I prefer to go with someone who is also different.”

“You mean interesting,” Henry corrected her, and she giggled.

“Interesting, yes. So, do you wish to go with me?”

Henry nodded, and the two of them sat together in companionable silence for only a short while before returning to Ravenclaw tower. They may both have been different to others, but their punishment would have been the same had they been caught wandering the castle at night.

[unfortunate-arrow]

✧ Nadia Estelle Erbland ✧

→ my half of an aesthetic trade with @gcldensnitch

[endlessly-cursed]

primrose gray + marriage, flings, prospects, suitors and what-not

henry & malcolm belong to @gaygryffindorgal

elian belongs to @potionboy3

cora belongs to @camillejeaneshphm

nadia belongs to @gcldensnitch

bonus mention to @hphmmatthewluther 's atticus who didn't make the cut

based on this post by @gaygryffindorgal

[endlessly-cursed]

@gcldensnitch SHE!!!

ADELAIDE KANE as Mary Stuart in REIGN — 2x12: Banished

[gcldensnitch]

HPPE23: day seven, celebrate!

at first, i just wanted to make some plain character posters. but eventually, i changed my mind. i created these gifs to honor my beloved kids. here, you can see all of my wizarding charas that are part of the lgbtq+ community. 🌈✨ i would like to thank Gryff for creating and hosting this event. i’m really sorry that i couldn’t post every single day, but i still did have fun! i hope you also had a wonderful pride month, @gaygryffindorgal

[fischerfrey]

Theo: Is there anyone here who's actually straight?

Henry, Prim, Elian, Nadia: ...

Malcolm: *slowly raises a hand*

Elian: *puts Malcolm's hand down*

@potionboy3 @gcldensnitch @endlessly-cursed

[endlessly-cursed]

💗 + primadia, please!

A little Primadia for u 💗🫶🏻

Because I know you've been sick and stressed lately here's our gals so I can cheer you up 🥺 also have some Lenny

[gcldensnitch]

🧡 + Primadia & the girl gang pls?

moodboard game: our muses' friendship — primadia

[endlessly-cursed]

how about some jesse seymour for the under appreciated oc game!

I made a whole ass gifset of dating stage!jadia 🫶🏻 who belongs to @gcldensnitch how he came out of his shy and awkward self is a mystery lol

[endlessly-cursed]

Prim: Nadia completes me

Mal: I'm sorry?

Prim: You're nice too, Mal

Mal: I'm your husband!

Prim, hugging Nadia: Ah, but she's my soulmate!!!

Has this been done yet? @gaygryffindorgal @gcldensnitch

[endlessly-cursed]

AAAAAH, MY BABIES!!

@gcldensnitch lOOK!! IT'S THEM!

Jesse & Nadia for my part of an aesthetic trade with the lovely @endlessly-cursed. Hope you like it! 💕