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Eternelle's Elixir of Refreshment
Carkitt Market Vendor

Eternelle


Eternelle's Elixir of Refreshment is a food cart located in Carkitt Market, within the wizarding quarter of London. The cart sells a variety of beverages that consists of various potions mixed with gillywater, creating a combination that allows the drinker to "experience a delightful flavour surprise". Known potions used by Eternelle's include the Draught of Peace, Babbling Beverage, Elixir to Induce Euphoria, and Fire Protection Potion.

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Hekate and Raina

CamiMendesJ2
Raina Lascano - Fourth year Ravenclaw ✧ Fitzgerald Heiress

-Heavy is the crown, and yet she wears it as if it were nothing but a meek feather.
Message Me – 20:21, July 15, 2018 (UTC)

Raina's always excelled at looking absolutely stunning, and today is absolutely no exception. Maybe that's why half the people in the vicinity continue to stare at her. Or maybe it has something to do with the fact that it was just announced she'd be taking on a more involved role in one of LBC's hit shows' spin-off series, for the first time working as one of the various producers. She'd made the headlines that day. Whatever the reason may be, though, Raina feels more in power. She knows everyone's looking and she's enjoying it, though dissimulating it perfectly as she scrolls through her Witchagram and enjoys her beverage - a draught of peace, they had said. Made sense. She felt much more at ease.


Hekate2
Hekate Sayre - fifth year slytherin ♔ legilimency & pyromania

-"I'll sit and watch everything burn with the fire you created in me."
Message Me – 20:29, July 15, 2018 (UTC)

Hekate hopped down from the curb of the sidewalk and easily flicked open her hot pink zippo lighter, setting the top ablaze with a fire that threatened to lick her fingers. Her gaze was trained down on the fire, unlike every other person who was oogling at Raina. Finally lifting her gaze, she was greeted by the server asking for her order. "Elixir to Induce Euphoria, skimp on the gillywater," she said with a devious little smile, her icy eyes piercing the older girl intensively. In turn, the server quickly moved away to make the drink with a slight drunken stagger; the only true tell of her influence and intrusion of one's mind.


CamiMendesJ2
Raina Lascano - Fourth year Ravenclaw ✧ Fitzgerald Heiress

-Heavy is the crown, and yet she wears it as if it were nothing but a meek feather.
Message Me – 20:36, July 15, 2018 (UTC)

Raina has always been a very nosy girl, hence why she can't help but overhear the very young voice ordering something she's fairly certain is alcoholic. She glances up briefly, but seeing the owner of the voice, looks back down. She was pretty, and Raina couldn't help but feel a pang in her chest. Fuck. She clears her throat before taking another sip of her drink, allowing herself to loosen up a little as she felt the effects of the concoction.


Hekate2
Hekate Sayre - fifth year slytherin ♔ legilimency & pyromania

-"I'll sit and watch everything burn with the fire you created in me."
Message Me – 20:40, July 15, 2018 (UTC)

While she waited for her drink, she busied herself by snapping the lid of the lighter closed before flipping it skillfully between her fingers. Hekate snagged the drink and slid the server the proper amount, just in all coins to make her life harder. Quirking a tight-lipped grin, she turned away while the server was left to count. She located a lampost in Raina's general vicinity and took a large sip of the drink. She was going to appreciate every drop - that was the last bit of money she had until she figured out a way to get more.


CamiMendesJ2
Raina Lascano - Fourth year Ravenclaw ✧ Fitzgerald Heiress

-Heavy is the crown, and yet she wears it as if it were nothing but a meek feather.
Message Me – 20:55, July 15, 2018 (UTC)

It takes a while for Raina to get Hekate out of her mind - she was absolutely stunning, in the badass kind of way Raina could only aspire to mimic. Hoping she isn't looking at her (although with her sunglasses on, it's not like she'd be caught), the brunette's eyes snap up even as her head continues to be inclined towards her phone. She's looking in her direction, and Raina can actually feel a weight pressing down on her chest. Puñeta, carajo, sea la madre del hijo de la esquina. She swallows thickly and double clicks on a picture her oldest brother posted a few minutes ago.


Hekate2
Hekate Sayre - fifth year slytherin ♔ legilimency & pyromania

-"I'll sit and watch everything burn with the fire you created in me."
Message Me – 21:07, July 15, 2018 (UTC)

As the drink crashed over her like a suffocating wave of peace and ew - joy, Hekate was pleasantly surprised by her sudden interest in the populace and lifted her eyes to peer at the milling crowd. However, those icy blues eventually found and settled on Raina - but not for the reason everyone else's did. It was mere luck of the draw. As she continued to stare, Hekate begun to poke around in the girl's mind for anything of interest.


CamiMendesJ2
Raina Lascano - Fourth year Ravenclaw ✧ Fitzgerald Heiress

-Heavy is the crown, and yet she wears it as if it were nothing but a meek feather.
Message Me – 21:26, July 15, 2018 (UTC)

Raina is standing up at that specific moment, with the intent to leave, but she feels dizzy, her head aches a bit and she feels like she wants to throw up. And it comes out of nowhere, which is all the more confusing. Maybe her period was coming up? Though it wasn't slated to arrive til another two weeks. Grimacing, she immediately sits back down, taking a deep breath. What the hell?


Hekate2
Hekate Sayre - fifth year slytherin ♔ legilimency & pyromania

-"I'll sit and watch everything burn with the fire you created in me."
Message Me – 21:36, July 15, 2018 (UTC)

Hekate nibbled innocently on her straw, eyes glittering with amusement as Raina desperately tried to think up explanations for why she felt the way she did. The girl wiped a droplet of gillywater from her lower lip before addressing the raven-haired girl. "You okay?" she asked with a lack of remorse but furrowed her brows to feign concern.


CamiMendesJ2
Raina Lascano - Fourth year Ravenclaw ✧ Fitzgerald Heiress

-Heavy is the crown, and yet she wears it as if it were nothing but a meek feather.
Message Me – 22:05, July 15, 2018 (UTC)

When Raina looks up, all traces of her dizzy spell are gone. She refuses to show weakness, especially when she's in front of someone she lowkey envies. (Or more?) "I'm fine," she says, flatly.


Hekate2
Hekate Sayre - fifth year slytherin ♔ legilimency & pyromania

-"I'll sit and watch everything burn with the fire you created in me."
Message Me – 22:12, July 15, 2018 (UTC)

"You're an excellent liar," she said and moved to sit near Raina without invitation or permission. Not that she cared what the girl thought. "You should be an actress," she wittily remarked, despite already knowing now that she was recently cast for a show.


CamiMendesJ2
Raina Lascano - Fourth year Ravenclaw ✧ Fitzgerald Heiress

-Heavy is the crown, and yet she wears it as if it were nothing but a meek feather.
Message Me – 02:32, July 16, 2018 (UTC)

A crease appears when she frowns, around the time Hekate joins her. All she feels now is just a bit of annoyance. "I don't think I invited you to sit with me," she quirks an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Trying to be funny, are you?" She's so, so sure she's only saying that because of her recently given job.


Hekate2
Hekate Sayre - fifth year slytherin ♔ legilimency & pyromania

-"I'll sit and watch everything burn with the fire you created in me."
Message Me – 02:51, July 16, 2018 (UTC)

"I don't think I give enough of a shit about you to care what you want," she snided in return and inspected her black nail polish for chips before her narrowed eyes directed back toward Raina, daring her to continue with the attitude.


CamiMendesJ2
Raina Lascano - Fourth year Ravenclaw ✧ Fitzgerald Heiress

-Heavy is the crown, and yet she wears it as if it were nothing but a meek feather.
Message Me – 16:12, July 16, 2018 (UTC)

"And yet you are the one that's joined me. Saying you don't care enough while simultaneously seeking out my company is just called being stupid. Get your story straight, my darling," Raina keeps her voice neutral, if not a little bugged. Being as paranoid as she is, she's inclined to believe this is just some groupie that wants to be seen in the same picture as a Fitzgerald Lascano.


Hekate2
Hekate Sayre - fifth year slytherin ♔ legilimency & pyromania

-"I'll sit and watch everything burn with the fire you created in me."
Message Me – 16:20, July 16, 2018 (UTC)

"Joined you? I engaged you. I don't have to check in with you when choosing a spot to sit, princess." Hekate flicked an invisble piece of lint from her own shoulder before taking another thoughtful sip from her drink, piercing gaze now locked in on Raina. "Hm. I've never met someone who assumed the world revolved around them." Sliding away from the girl as if she were a contagion, Hekate begun to smirk as she nibbled at her straw again.


CamiMendesJ2
Raina Lascano - Fourth year Ravenclaw ✧ Fitzgerald Heiress

-Heavy is the crown, and yet she wears it as if it were nothing but a meek feather.
Message Me – 16:39, July 16, 2018 (UTC)

"You engaged me after sitting closer to me," she rolls her eyes. Nonetheless, she doesn't particularly want to engage this girl anymore. She might've found her cute at first, but now this encounter was just annoying and a wee bit frustrating, if she may say so herself. "I have better things to do than entertain a groupie, so if you'll excuse me," Raina says, beginning to push her chair back to stand up.


Hekate2
Hekate Sayre - fifth year slytherin ♔ legilimency & pyromania

-"I'll sit and watch everything burn with the fire you created in me."
Message Me – 16:49, July 16, 2018 (UTC)

Hekate barked out an incredously laugh, absolutely shocked by Raina's revelation. "You're joking right? A groupie? Oh, darling." she mimicked the girl's voice from earlier. "What could I possibly envy about you? What do I have to gain?" Unable to help herself, Hekate begun to rifle around in her head once again. She searched for the perfect thing to tone this chick down from whatever cloud she was on. Unearthing particularly nasty memories of her father's verbal attacks, she peppered her mind with an array of vivid visions. "There is nothing about you that would drive me to want to be closer to you."


CamiMendesJ2
Raina Lascano - Fourth year Ravenclaw ✧ Fitzgerald Heiress

-Heavy is the crown, and yet she wears it as if it were nothing but a meek feather.
Message Me – 19:14, July 16, 2018 (UTC)

When Hekate makes Raina relive particularly horrible memories of her childhood, her grip on her shopping bags tighten to the point her knuckles are a white color. Her pristinely done nails also dig through the lace of the bags' handles, digging into the flesh of her palm until she's begun to draw blood. Her eyes become clouded, like she's entranced, but years of experience dealing with her father's hatred towards most of wizardkind have enabled her to hide how truly affected she is. Her jaw is tight and she's gone rigid, but that's the extent of it. Dykes, fags, street rats. Half-breeds don't belong among us. It feels like there's this giant weight on her chest, leaving her unable to talk or breathe. You better not turn out to be a sympathizer, or end up friends with any of them. How can Raina escape these memories? The ones she'd tried so hard to push down? You better not end up a dyke.


Hekate2
Hekate Sayre - fifth year slytherin ♔ legilimency & pyromania

-"I'll sit and watch everything burn with the fire you created in me."
Message Me – 19:35, July 16, 2018 (UTC)

Something deep down in her chest stung as she relived those memories too, just as vivid and harsh. Hekate withdrew from her thoughts before turning her head away, scowling slightly in response to the weakness she was showing. "Uh, you look a little pale," she said awkwardly, trying to entice some reality to return to Raina.


CamiMendesJ2
Raina Lascano - Fourth year Ravenclaw ✧ Fitzgerald Heiress

-Heavy is the crown, and yet she wears it as if it were nothing but a meek feather.
Message Me – 20:37, July 16, 2018 (UTC)

When the memories fade from her mind's eye, Raina blinks in an attempt to adjust. She frowns and sits back down, mostly because she's still pretty shaken up from the ordeal. Her head still hurts and she can't really remember why she was standing up, as the effects of Hekate's meddling linger. What the fuck? And then she remembers, and her eyes are narrowing into tiny slits as she glares at the blonde. "What are you?" she hisses.


Hekate2
Hekate Sayre - fifth year slytherin ♔ legilimency & pyromania

-"I'll sit and watch everything burn with the fire you created in me."
Message Me – 22:03, July 16, 2018 (UTC)

Hekate's kalediscopic blue eyes followed Raina as she sat down again, curious to see the aftermath displayed. She had not expected the anger - so with feigned innocence, the blonde tipped her head to the side. "A scorpio," she replied, tapping the tips of her black fingernails against her phone screen.


CamiMendesJ2
Raina Lascano - Fourth year Ravenclaw ✧ Fitzgerald Heiress

-Heavy is the crown, and yet she wears it as if it were nothing but a meek feather.
Message Me – 01:58, July 17, 2018 (UTC)

Raina has never been a fan of expressing weaknesses, and she has a feeling this girl has just done something to her mind. Clenching her jaw, she stands up with her bags at hand, to leave. She'll go to the aurors if she has to, but she wants this girl controlled, and if need be, put down. She needs to learn the concept of privacy.


Hekate2
Hekate Sayre - fifth year slytherin ♔ legilimency & pyromania

-"I'll sit and watch everything burn with the fire you created in me."
Message Me – 02:03, July 17, 2018 (UTC)

Hekate watched as she turned away, her expressionless face lowering until her glare pierced daggers into the back of Raina's skull. "You're not going to tell me what you are?" she suddenly asked, something undecipherable located deep within the pale depths of her eyes.she already knew everything to know about María Fernanda Raina Fitzgerald Lascano.


CamiMendesJ2
Raina Lascano - Fourth year Ravenclaw ✧ Fitzgerald Heiress

-Heavy is the crown, and yet she wears it as if it were nothing but a meek feather.
Message Me – 02:13, July 17, 2018 (UTC)

"Not interested," Raina answers, over her shoulders. She has a sinking suspicion she already knows, anyways. So she does what she's gotten so used to after WADA: she flees. She walks and walks, until she's already disappeared into the crowd and out of her line of sight.


Donnie and Bat

Donniesquare
Donnie Finch-Hatton - sixth year slytherin student • posh boy

- "The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff."
Message Me  - 21:45, July 7, 2018 (UTC)

Now, would he like to consume this entire cart and get hammered on Gillywater and have a fabulous time? Yes. Is he old enough to do so? No. And therefore, Donnie has been spending the last half an hour perched on a bench near to the stall, briefly jotting things down in a notebook, trying to think of ways to overcome the age-restrictive magic surrounding it; despite his intelligence, he'll still always prefer Muggle defences over magic, as they're so much easier to overcome. It's a beautiful day out, and he's slowly tanning as he sits, whistling a jaunty little tune to himself.
BatWb
Bat Seeiso - Gryffindor

-Princess of Lesotho
Message Me – {{{2}}}

She was passing through the market when she stopped by the little store, hoping for something to drink. She wasn't hot. This weather was nothing like the heat in Africa but she was still parched. She didn't notice Donnie nearby and was eyeing the selection.


Donniesquare
Donnie Finch-Hatton - sixth year slytherin student • posh boy

- "The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff."
Message Me  - 22:07, July 7, 2018 (UTC)

When his eyes dart up to try and assess the length of which the magic spreads, he's met with the surprising sight of a girl whom he recognises from Hogwarts - a girl from his school year - just casually wandering up to the cart. Huh. Maybe there's no age restriction after all. Donnie stands and approaches the counter, looking for whatever sounds the least conspicuous so maybe the bartender will pour it without a second thought; as he does so, he smiles pleasantly to the girl, wondering if she too recognises him. "Lovely day for it."
BatWb
Bat Seeiso - Gryffindor

-Princess of Lesotho
Message Me – {{{2}}}

She'd only headed there for water and hadn't even considered by the alcohol. She'd much rather buy a bottle of it and get wasted somewhere else than in public. What could she say? She had an image to keep up. Not like anyone knew who she was. She turned her head with a slight 'hm?' as she heard a voice and narrowed her eyes. She swore she knew him from somewhere. "I suppose so," she said, eyeing him. "Could get rid of the slight breeze, honestly."


Donniesquare
Donnie Finch-Hatton - sixth year slytherin student • posh boy

- "The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff."
Message Me  - 22:58, July 7, 2018 (UTC)

"You're kidding, right?" he frowns, fanning himself with his notebook as his eyes scour the board, looking at the drinks options. Eventually he decides on just cola, as he hasn't got the time or energy to test the magic surrounding them and deal with the repercussions if he's underestimated it. "I'm sweating like a nun in a brothel here. Hang on, I'll get these. Water?" He reaches for his wallet, pulling out a handful of coins.
BatWb
Bat Seeiso - Gryffindor

-Princess of Lesotho
Message Me – {{{2}}}

She hesitated, almost wanting to insist to buy it, but she shrugged it off. If he was offering to pay, then he was offering to pay. "Seriously? This weather's mild," she said with a small, amused smile, "though I got to say, your winter kills me."


the Sakellariou

Kīlauea — WB
Papillonlisse Crest
Papillonlisse Alumna 24
HOUSE YEAR AGE
Witch Auror Singletargetsexual
SPECIES OCCUPATION ORIENTATION
"Her heart wouldn't let her grow, so she replaced it with a volcano's."

Kila's been a regular since she arrived in Britain. It's a cozy little place, not shady enough to make her look twice. The line can get damn long, much to everyone's dismay, but the owners had mastered conjuration of chairs for these moments. She tilts her stool to quiver on one leg, her center of balance evenly split so she doesn't spill herself all over the floor like someone's drink.

Message Me ~ 09:31, October 13, 2017 (UTC)



JM
Malia Sakellarios-Willow - Gryffindor Alumna

-She's a mess of gorgeous chaos and you can see it in her eyes.
Message Me – 14:53, October 13, 2017 (UTC)

She's currently in line - a line that is currently longer than she'd typically like - but she's just headed home after her interview, and knowing she was hired right off the bat has her in an unquestionably good mood. Thus, the line doesn't really affect her much - and it's not like the employees here move at a slow pace. She's currently distracted by her phone, too, going through Witchagram and liking certain pictures recently posted.




Kīlauea — WB
Papillonlisse Crest
Papillonlisse Alumna 24
HOUSE YEAR AGE
Witch Auror Singletargetsexual
SPECIES OCCUPATION ORIENTATION
"Her heart wouldn't let her grow, so she replaced it with a volcano's."

The redhead hasn't had the liberty to explore Britain's newest development yet, but she's had a generous share of glimpses. She knows enough to veer away from it from now. Supposedly, social media is more addicting than any drug known. She already has "unhealthy attachment to addictive substance" covered by alcohol and Lucien. She twists her head over to the left to make a visual sweep of the other patrons. One of them chooses to empty their extra drink into her lap in that exact moment. Her mouth is spilling choice words in Greek before she even feels the cold slip through her pants. "The hell! Να είστε πιο προσεκτικοί, ανόητοι!"

Message Me ~ 19:41, October 19, 2017 (UTC)


JM
Malia Sakellarios-Willow - Gryffindor Alumna

-She's a mess of gorgeous chaos and you can see it in her eyes.
Message Me – 19:51, October 19, 2017 (UTC)

Malia's so surprised by the sudden Greek that her head snaps up so fast she's briefly afraid she hurt something - because wow, did that aggravate her already existing neck aches. She winces slightly, a hand instinctively going to rub her neck. She half considers stepping in, but she isn't going to jump out of the line - she's thirsty, and wants to get back to her family. And it's fucking long. Way too long to do all over.


Kīlauea — WB
Papillonlisse Crest
Papillonlisse Alumna 24
HOUSE YEAR AGE
Witch Auror Singletargetsexual
SPECIES OCCUPATION ORIENTATION
"Her heart wouldn't let her grow, so she replaced it with a volcano's."

Kila is slapping herself mentally after she's hauled off the stool and tossed like a ragdoll against another one. The protective runes and magic on her day clothes take the edge off most attacks, but they work a lot like bulletproof vests - they don't guarantee against bruising, aching, and minor bone breaks. Pain gives numb suggestions to the left of her spine; she feels the skin above her left eye split and trickle blood. Sometimes, she didn't like this job. In a moment, she's up and driving the same stool into her attacker. Given their pass on taking her out before she could act, they didn't expect her to recover so quickly. She's correct. Two stool legs are shoved clean through between the f-cker's ribs and out the other side. Their mistake for rushing forward to meet her. It's a repulsive sight for anyone not used to violence. There's something impossibly wrong with the image of an impaled person. "Λάθος χώρα," she snarls, stepping back. Customers have already scattered, sans a few thirsty as hell people who look absolutely done with the short-lived scuffle. She removes her phone from her pocket and dials unassumingly as her assailant twitches on the ground. "Hello?" Her voice shakes only with a pleasant tone. "You didn't tell me this one was released on probation. I've got half a crowd of people freaked out because he attacked me. In broad, f-cking, daylight. No, he's alive. I just stuck him, and he'll need medical attention, stat."

Message Me ~ 10:57, October 20, 2017 (UTC)


JM
Malia Sakellarios-Willow - Gryffindor Alumna

-She's a mess of gorgeous chaos and you can see it in her eyes.
Message Me – 19:18, October 20, 2017 (UTC)

Is she shook by the recent happenings? Yes, she is. Her heart did a small jolt at the start of it all, briefly believing this was another of the terrorist attacks, but the assailants seemed to be focused on just the redhead. So Malia doesn't really consider leaving, because in a flash, the line has died out thanks to easily ninety percent of the people ahead of her fleeing in terror. Though still taken aback, Malia slowly approaches the cashier, eying the redhead briefly. She wonders if she's on the Wanted List or something, and resolves to ask Lena later on about that. For now, though, she's able to order a smoothie with the employee. Wait, is he even paying attention? Her brow furrows and she sports a scowl, glaring at the employee until he scampers to get her order done. He'd been staring stupidly at the clearly roughed up girl, but really, the Gryffindor Alumna was fucking thirsty, officially annoyed, and lowkey still shook about the recent happenings. When the guy seems to be getting a nonstop move on, Malia turns, leaning on the counter and staring at the girl in the otherwise deserted area. A lot of people had scurried off as a consequence of the brief fight. "είσαι καλά?" Malia quirks an eyebrow and crosses her arms over her chest. Her wand is in her boot, but it pokes out, and she knows she has easy access if this girl does happen to be dangerous and the brunette needs to defend herself, so really, she's not too worried. She's a Gryffindor at heart. She can handle anything.


Kīlauea — WB
Papillonlisse Crest
Papillonlisse Alumna 24
HOUSE YEAR AGE
Witch Auror Singletargetsexual
SPECIES OCCUPATION ORIENTATION
"Her heart wouldn't let her grow, so she replaced it with a volcano's."

"Ναί," Kila responds, her attention now placed on the other woman. It does surprise her that someone from around these parts speaks Greek, but she's too pumped with adrenaline to give a proper reaction. Once her phone's safely back inside her jacket, she withdraws another object - her ID - and holds it up in a placating manner. "Είναι μέρος της δουλειάς. Auror." She pokes the prone man on the floor scornfully with her toe. The sight marks high in strangeness. Kila is tiny for her job description. Next to an unconscious person, she's bizarrely intimidating. "Λάθος χώρα," she repeats, obviously hung up over it. "Αυτός ο κακοποιός ανήκει στη Γαλλία. Λυπάμαι που έπρεπε να το δείτε."

Message Me ~ 14:59, October 22, 2017 (UTC)


JM
Malia Sakellarios-Willow - Gryffindor Alumna

-She's a mess of gorgeous chaos and you can see it in her eyes.
Message Me – 19:47, October 25, 2017 (UTC)

She feels a little bit more comfortable knowing that she's authorized to be doing this, and feels some tension leave her muscles. She rolls her shoulders back, tilting her head slightly as she watches the redhead poke the unconscious figure around. "Ένας Γάλλος που μιλά ελληνικά; Πόσο περίεργο," Malia doesn't sound intrigued, doesn't look interested, doesn't even seem remotely intimidated; if anything, she just looks amused. "Λοιπόν, τουλάχιστον η γραμμή είναι σύντομη τώρα. Υποθέτω ότι πρέπει να σας ευχαριστήσω," The brunette adds, nodding her head towards the now empty line.


Kīlauea — WB
Papillonlisse Crest
Papillonlisse Alumna 24
HOUSE YEAR AGE
Witch Auror Singletargetsexual
SPECIES OCCUPATION ORIENTATION
"Her heart wouldn't let her grow, so she replaced it with a volcano's."

"Είμαι Έλληνας. Μετανάστευση.." She's crouched over the man now, wand out, and mumbling the necessary spells so he doesn't die before help arrives. The wand doesn't look that significant, not of Ollivander make, but there's some inscription in plain sight right above the grip: Σ. Her nose is wrinkled in distaste as she maintains his condition. "Μη με ευχαριστείς. Είμαι σε διακοπές," she grumbles, straightening to chortle at the line. "Οι τρομοκρατικές επιθέσεις τους έκαναν παρανοϊκές?" Though clearly unbothered by the consequences of the scuffle, she tucks a few glinting strands behind her ear and licks her lips. Who hadn't heard of them? The hottest topic since, well, ever.

Message Me ~ 05:58, October 26, 2017 (UTC)


JM
Malia Sakellarios-Willow - Gryffindor Alumna

-She's a mess of gorgeous chaos and you can see it in her eyes.
Message Me – 18:10, October 26, 2017 (UTC)

She hears Kila loud and clear, but she isn't actually paying any attention. She would've, if not for her sole attention on the redhead's wand. It's not from Ollivander's making, she knows that, but the Σ is the exact same thing engraved in the little chest that was once her father's. She's then pulled into a wave of memories, of when they were all alive. She may have been too young to properly remember, but she'd never forget the sound of her parents' laugh. The sight of her siblings' smiles. The last time they were all together, before shit had hit the fan. She has to shake herself out of her stupor, and musters a genuinely apologetic smile. "συγνώμη. Είναι μόνο το Σ, αυτό ... μου θύμισε κάτι," Malia pauses. It's a little bit until she realizes-- Kila had said something else. "Ναι, οι επιθέσεις έχουν προκαλέσει μαζική υστερία και παράνοια, όπως βλέπεις."