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Unlike his friends, Eunice's morning starts at the crack of dawn. After all, the early bird gets the quaffle (or, more correctly in Eunice's case, the golden snitch). It's not an uncommon sight to see the Shaw children bustling about their respective common rooms at ungodly hours of the morning, especially the only second Shaw boy. By six o'clock he is dressed in his practice uniform and has his broom in hand, out on the pitch. He has a small velvet bag in his other hand which when opened unleashes a dozen practice snitches. Despite the pouring rain and poor visibility Eunice mounts his broom and takes off, dropping the bag onto the ground below.

It takes Eunice forty-eight minutes to round up each of the twelve snitches, which in his opinion is much too slow. Forty-eight minutes doesn't get you recruited onto a professional quidditch team straight out of school. Forty-eight minutes doesn't grab your father's attention. Forty-eight minutes is an utter failure (or, as he likes to call it, pulling a Fabius). So he does it again ... and again ... and again, until he manages to get his time down to thirty-two minutes. By this time the sun has come back and the castle is beginning to bustle with activity. Accio snitches. One by one the golden orbs find their way back into his soaking wet velvet bag, and with his broom safely tucked away in the broom closet Eunice makes his departure from the pitch.

By the time he showers and debates on what to wear, he hardly makes it on time for his date appointment to play wizarding chess with Adonis. Thankfully his natural good looks aid him in streamlining the getting ready process so he doesn't look like a piece of walking garbage when he sits himself down across from Adonis in a stuffy green armchair. Mornin' gorgeous. Adonis, unlike his best friend, is not an early riser. Far from it, actually. And, like his usual self, Adonis is too absorbed in his own thoughts to realize that a gorgeous specimen such as Eunice has sat down across from him.

Earth to Donny. See, the thing is, Donny is never down on Earth. He's up in his own cloud (thinking about himself, mind you) and so Eunice decides to take on the challenge of bringing him back down. Usually this consists of an extremely vocal compliment towards his best friend or in cases such as this, physical assault.

It sounds worse than it actually is. All Eunice does is pick up a chess piece (a pawn) and at first he rolls it between his hands, trying to give Adonis the opportunity to notice him but when he doesn't, Eunice tosses it towards his friend. A few moments pass before Adonis springs to life, infuriated that the Shaw would dare throw anything at him. Adonis packs up the chess set in a whirl, insisting they start their hunt to find the third piece to their trio- the oh so lovely Dahlia Simpson. In Ravenclaw fashion they find Dahlia in the library, practicing charms with who-cares and who-knows, two of her mindless drones that are walking pieces of garbage compared to the amazing Eudonis.

Dolly was lovely enough to Impervius the three of them, and admittedly Eunice is a bit embarrassed he hadn't thought of it earlier when he was practicing on the pitch since he had returned to the castle like a sopping wet golden retriever. The trio practically slithers their way to the Great Hall, pausing only when Eunice sees the evil glint that he loves oh so much appear into Dolly's eyes. It doesn't take a genius to figure out her target; Callie is settled not far away, twisting a piece of her fiery ginger ho red hair around her finger while she blatantly flirts with an older Ravenclaw boy.

A part of him feels guilty for putting the target on Callie's back, being close as kids and a brief attempt at romance in their third year is what put Callie on Dolly's radar. Well Eunice, looks like you dodged a bullet with a certain ginger ho. It was like the words came out of his own mother's mouth which makes Eunice choke back a snort. The other part of Eunice wishes that Callie would grow a backbone and talk back to Dahlia- perhaps in some weird way it would make the girls respect each other rather than get their digs in every chance they get, but the day that would come is the day that Eunice compliments Fabius on his quidditch skills. It's not gonna happen.

The trio moves on quickly from Callie and makes their way to the Slytherin table in the Great Hall, elbowing basic bitches out of the way so there's enough room for Dolly to join them. She's an honorary Slytherin, Merlin knows she deserves a place at the table more than her hunk of a older brother Rowan. They make idle chit chat and Eunice builds himself a hefty plate for lunch since his allotted time for breakfast was consumed by golden floating orbs.

He attempts to be as polite as possible as he stuffs his face with tea sandwiches and lunch meat but fails miserably to do so. Adonis and Eu fire off bits of gossip they'd heard around school that week and it was almost like a sense of dread settled over the table. Eunice turns to Adonis and follows his line of sight to see their impending doom. Leon Prilace, Adonis' cousin (aka the son of the Mom of Magic, Athena Prior. Donny's aunt). A natural assumption is that Adonis is in some kind of trouble, so Eunice leans forward in anticipation of a howler being delivered or some kind of screaming match that would ensue. But it doesn't.

Leon takes a seat next to Dolly. Almost frozen in shock, Eunice is barely able to turn his head to watch the scene unfold. Has anyone ever told you that your smile is like Expelliarmus? Simple, but disarming. The Shaw boy was CONFUSED. Was this meant to be an insult? Did he just call Dahlia ******** Simpson simple? Eunice springs to life, taking a sip of tea to invigorate himself (and to essentially prep for the a** ripping that was about to ensue) but instead CHOKES ON THAT TEA when he hears the next words out of Dolly's mouth. There's no way this is Dolly. His Dolly, sitting beside him.

Haven't heard that one yet. My, aren't you creative? What brings you over here, handsome? Without saying a word Eunice grabs the sides of Dolly's face, patting them a few times as if to feel for any signs of a mask. His next move is to place a hand on her forehead to check for a fever, but finds none. Silently, he turns to Adonis. Donny I think someone took some polyjuice and disguised themselves as Dolly. Or we need to take her to the nurse or something since she's obviously on her deathbed. Or under the Imperius curse. Yeah, that has to be it. Imperius sounds enough like Impervius, hopefully Dolly had just hexed the s**t out of herself and wasn't actually going to tolerate Leon's advances.




NOTES:
█ WEARING: ♔
◆ WITH: ADONIS, DOLLY & LEON
█ FEELING: GUUUUUUUUUUURL WHAT. SHOOK.
◆ OOC:

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x sidd the sIoth
x u better know my name
x u know me
x u know me

x the darcy daughter
x brinley louise darcy
x seventeen
x heterosexual
x dove cameron
x cocky, envious, fake af let's be real, manipulative, greedy, pushy, nosy as ******** (all up in ur business), boastful
x the princess isn't as perfect as she lets on. on more than one occasion her parents have had to pay off one of her classmates to stop them from spreading incriminating photos (ahem, n***s) or videos of her going crazy at one of her famous parties around the school.



names hold power. in riverdale, the darcy name can get you just about anything. in brinley's case, it gets her out of trouble more times than not. even as a child it was evident that brinley would grow up to be a complete and utter terror; a spoiled brat with an endless bank account who can scream a few times and get exactly what she wants. there are few things that she can say she's earned on her own (or so she thinks), and trust that she doesn't let anyone forget it. her home life is nothing short of turbulent given her strained relationship with her father and both brothers, as well as her not so secret secret relationship ? casual hookup ? whatever. her parents are nothing short of condescending, and she doesn't know how to tell them that she doesn't want to continue on with the family hot sauce business. hell, she doesn't even like hot sauce.

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x sidd the sIoth
x it me lauren
x always, i'm everywhere
x gurl bye next

x the montgomery daughter
x calla faith montgomery
x seventeen
x heterosexual
x kaia gerber
x accepting, thoughtful, naïve, timid
x sweet, innocent little calla has been dealing with the southside serpents. she's been helping them avoid her dad's radar in exchange for cash to pay for art school, but she's afraid she's getting in too deep.



calla blames herself for her mom's death. complications from a c-section are what ultimately took her life, and no matter what hugo or her dad says she knows it's her fault. she was the one that was breech, she was the reason they had to go the surgical route at all, and now she's left with nothing but pictures and stories her half-drunken father tells. she grew up very attached to her twin brother hugo and his best friend mila, and most of their shared time was spent in silence (on calla's part) where she would be daydreaming or working on sketches. her love of disney movies as a kid inspired this passion and most of her drawings include their little threesome in a better, happier place (most of the time in a fairytale). she's the too-quiet but too-good type, at least most of the time. while calla keeps to herself and keeps her grades up, she has big aspirations and isn't going to let something like money stop her from reaching her dreams.

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character posting colors

clause 73
bambi : #efc8b5
codak :

suburbia
henley : #bfc8d1
hugo : #d36d00
calla :
monroe :
brinley :

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xxxxx█ USERNAME x sidd the sIoth
xxxxx█ NICKNAME x laur - lauren - sidd
xxxxx█ TIMEZONE x pst life
xxxxx█ SAMPLES x here



xxxxx█ NAME x celeste porter
xxxxx█ NICKNAME x celeste
xxxxx█ AGE x twenty
xxxxx█ GENDER x female
xxxxx█ LOCATION x los angeles, california
xxxxx█ HEIGHT x five ft, seven and a half inches
xxxxx█ WEIGHT x HERE
xxxxx█ SPECIALIZATION x interloper
xxxxx█ POSTING COLOUR x HERE
xxxxx█ LINK TO 3 HQ IMAGES x x x x

xxxxx█ xxx celeste is entj (commander personality) as hell.
xxxxx█ xxx she's amazing in social situations, especially improvising.
xxxxx█ xxx she went to performing arts schools starting at age eight. she learned how to sing, dance, but most importantly act.
xxxxx█ xxx she was blessed with parents who either cared too much or not at all. no in-between.
xxxxx█ xxx her mom is a script-writer and her dad is a movie producer (let's be honest, neither of them actually do their own work. scamming runs in the family).
xxxxx█ xxx celeste's favorite thing about acting is accents. each of her teachers commended her on her ear for them and her ability to imitate any accent she hears flawlessly.
xxxxx█ xxx in her spare time celeste likes to sit in bars or restaurants and assume a fake identity. she may or may not have multiple boyfriends because of this.
xxxxx█ xxx tbh most of the time it's easier to be someone else than to actually be celeste.

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xxxxx

CELESTE NAOMI PORTER

xxxxxx CHARISMATIC xxx WILLFUL xxx DOMINEERING xxx ARROGANT


xxxxx█ ALIAS x CELESTE
xxxxx█ SPECIALIZATION x INTERLOPER
xxxxx█ NATIONALITY x AMERICAN / PACIFIC ISLANDER
xxxxx█ AGE x TWENTY
xxxxx█ GENDER x FEMALE
xxxxx█ SEXUALITY x HETEROSEXUAL


xxxxx█ HAIR x BRUNETTE
xxxxx█ EYES x HAZEL
xxxxx█ HEIGHT x 5 FT, 7.5 IN
xxxxx█ WEIGHT x 135 LBS


xxxxx█ 001. x Celeste Naomi Porter is the only child born to Caroline and Jonathan Porter. Both of Celeste's parents work in the television and film industry, Caroline is a movie producer who specializes in horror and her father is a scriptwriter who works on shows such as Riverdale or AHS. Honestly, the two are more married to their work than each other and even the time spent in one another's company is filled with work-related calls, emails and emergencies that pull them back to the set. This meant that for most of Celeste's childhood, she had to do things for herself.
xxxxx█ 002. x When Celeste was eight years old her parents expressed concern that she wouldn't follow in their footsteps and come into the same industry. After all, a face like hers was just born for the silver screen. Soon after they shipped her abroad to London, England to the Italia Conti Academy of Theatre Arts. Of all the classes she was required to take, Celeste found her passion in acting. Getting in-character was a religious process, accents came to her like a second language (and she learned multiple others while she was there) and for once in her life, Celeste was thankful for a decision that her parents had made.
xxxxx█ 003. x On weekends out in London, Celeste would test her abilities. She would make up identities; dozens, although she had a few favorites that she would return to every-so-often, and just mingle. She would talk to people, make connections, learn secrets. She studied body language and learned when people were lying, what cues to pick up on and what vibes to give out after interpreting what she was getting back from her 'targets'. After graduation she took it to the next-step, starting mingling with D-list celebrities and began working her way up. She met singers, rappers, dancers, actors, got people to trust her, and in return she sold some of their secrets to the paps, and some ... well, she kept the best for herself.
xxxxx█ 004. x This is as 'professional' as Celeste's acting career got. She preferred to do things on her terms, on her time. While she did partake in a few music videos and picked up a few modeling jobs, Celeste keeps her talents on the down-low ... it's more fun that way. The more freedom she was allowed to have with her little operation, the better. There was a handful of times where she was almost caught in a lie that's what happens when you simultaneously date six men under different identities but she's adjusted the way she operates and since, things have gone smoothly.
xxxxx█ 005. x Celeste is the definition of stubborn. She's not bossy, she's just the boss and she's not afraid to let anyone know that. While she's not smart in the sense of practical schooling, math, history, etc, she's street smart. She's able to predict moves, pick up on subtle nuances and make quick, informed decisions. However, she's also known to be wrong sometimes ... something that she struggles with. Being wrong isn't something she enjoys, and she's more likely to get into a full-blown argument with someone rather than admit that they're right and she's not, even if it's over the tiniest thing. She's controlling, strong-willed and not someone to be messed with. However, she does make up for this with her oozing charisma and overall likeability (if you ask some people). She's a kind person who's always there to listen, or talk your ear off if need be, but she deflects the topic if anyone brings up anything personal about her beyond her favorite color or vodka flavor.


xxxxx█ GABRIELLA x relationship here
xxxxx█ HENRI x relationship here
xxxxx█ POPPY x relationship here
xxxxx█ PAXTON x relationship here
xxxxx█ GRAYSON x relationship here
xxxxx█ ADELE x relationship here
xxxxx█ ARLO x relationship here
xxxxx█ DARIUS x relationship here
xxxxx█ JACQUELINE x relationship here
xxxxx█ CELESTE x relationship here
xxxxx█ LEÓN x relationship here
xxxxx█ STELLA x relationship here

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Every year after Miami Swim Week, bouquets were scattered around Celeste's apartment. Flowers from her agents, from designers, stylists, her parents, her many boyfriends, you get the idea. She always felt it was in her best interest to take the cards that came with each bouquet and write a thank-you note to the sender, so as they each arrived she would set the notes aside and put them in a pile on her vanity. Once she went two days without a floral delivery, it was an appropriate time to begin writing her notes and sending them out. She had just finished her first note, a special thank-you to her agent Marlene for the lovely bouquet of peonies, her absolute favorite flowers, when she reached for the next note. Only it wasn't a note at all.

She set her calligraphy pen aside and flipped the piece of paper over to check for a sender. There was none. It was probably a mistake, so she set it off to the side and continued. As she got through the pile she found three more identical invitations, scattered evenly through her pile of cards. It was obvious that this wasn't an accident, and she let her curiosity get the best of her, and put the coordinates into google maps.





Now, you may be wondering who in their right mind would get up at one am to curl their hair and do their makeup so they would look drop dead gorgeous when they meet a suspicious van in a McDonald's parking lot where they could probably get killed? Celeste Naomi Porter, that's who. Hey, at least if she got brutally murdered the crime scene pictures would hopefully be cute. She stood in the parking lot of the McDonald's on the corner of Great Windmill St and Shaftesbury Ave, eyeing the big, black, kidnapper-y van that sad idling just a few feet away. Seriously, how was she the only one noticing the creepy, kidnapper-y van just chilling in the McDonald's parking lot? She took a long sip of her iced caramel macchiato as she read over the invitation once more. 5 AM, she was right on time a little late, so where was the person she was supposed to be meeting?

Two people exited the van and each took one of Celeste's arms, blindfolding her before escorting her into their creepy murder van. If this blindfold rubs off any of my highlight, I'm going to be seriously pissed. They began to speak and she listened as quietly as she could as she drank the remnants of her iced caramel macchiato and her straw was doing that super annoying slurp-y thing once you get down to the end of your drink. She was recruited for her special skill-set. What, having a nice butt? She didn't understand until they went through a list of her many, many aliases. Ah, that skill-set.

The car drove for quite some time before they stopped and removed her blindfold. You have precisely forty-five minutes to find out who we are, what we do, what this place is and most importantly, find out who the name on this card belongs to and why they have also been invited. If you wish to stay afterward, that is up to you. The van doors opened and Celeste stepped out, a single piece of paper in hand. POPPY was written neatly on it. Did she look like a meddling kid? A groan of displeasure left her lips when she finally looked up from the card. She had gone to school in London, she knew what a school looked like.

She already attended 9 years of school in London, so this whole thing did not sound appealing in the least. Thankfully, someone else was in the foyer and hopefully they wouldn't turn out to be a murderer. Hey! Um, do you know where we are? She approached the man who was standing on his own and offered a smile. I'm Cel- but before the words could come out, she recognized the man standing before her. Darius oh my god! Celeste wrapped her arms around him in a quick hug before pulling back, keeping a hand on his shoulder. I have so many questions. Where the hell are we? What are we doing here? What did they bring you in for? Do we know what this place is, other than like a school which I am so not feeling. Why didn't you tell me about the creepy invitation? Did they blindfold you too because it totally made my hair flat on the sides and I think some of my highlight came off and it's so annoying, I'm going to have to talk to someone about that. She took a moment to breathe, taking in a breath before she continued on her rampage of questions. Who do you have on your card? I have some Poppy person. Have you seen anyone else yet? How have you been, it's been like forever since I've seen you! It was just good to be in the company of another person in such a huge place, especially someone she already knew.




NOTES:
█ WEARING: ♔
♡ WITH: DARIUS
█ FEELING: VERY CONFUSED
♡ LOCATION: FRONT ENTRANCE

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NOTES:
█ WEARING: ♔
◆ WITH: COMPANY
█ FEELING: EMOTIONS
◆ OOC: THOUGHTS

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colors: #d9b93a && #e63022

NOTES:
█ WEARING: ♔
◆ WITH: COMPANY
█ FEELING: EMOTIONS
◆ OOC: THOUGHTS

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She was frustrated, to say the least. Like most beginning aurors, Bambi was being supervised ... but that didn't mean she had to like it. Truthfully, it was more embarrassing than anything given the fact that she was the same age as many of her co-workers and she still needed a babysitter. On one hand, she couldn't really complain because her company was scrumptious to say the least. On the other, he was her boss and she was in a million-year long engagement and it was highly inappropriate to even look. But that didn't mean she didn't want to.

Her assignment was simple enough. She had to escort a low-profile prisoner from his waiting cell in the ministry to Azkaban, where he would serve out his sentence. According to his profile the man, Jakkob Smith, was convicted of using an unforgiveable curse in the commission of a crime. She had read this story in the news before it landed on her desk. Jakkob had used the imperious curse to coerce the saleswoman at Twillfit and Tattings to empty out the cash register, but the wizarding police had arrived before he could get a clean break.

While this was normally a job for the wizarding police, it fell into the auror's jurisdiction due to the fact an unforgiveable was used. By this time his wand had been revoked and he was placed in handcuffs that specifically inhibited the use of magic, so he was basically a harmless muggle. Why on Earth the head auror had to escort her on such a menial task was a mystery, but Ed always had a way of lifting the mood and making things more fun.

They used a port-key to reach the closest land mass to Azkaban they could, and had to take a boat the rest of the way. As the three of them sat in what was essentially a huge, magical canoe, Bambi took it upon herself to pry. It didn't take saying a word, asking a question, or even the clearing of her throat for her to know. A split-second of eye contact was usually her key into the mind of her 'victim', if that's what you'd call it. She was able to filter through every memory stored within the mind, see them and if she felt like it, replace them with another of her own imagination.

In Jakkob's case, the memories were mostly positive. His most recent were among the darkest she'd seen for quite some time, save for the moments he interacted with his seven year-old daughter. She saw destruction at the hands of Clause 73, his home burnt to the ground and his Earthly belongings reduced to ash. Robbing the clothing store was a last-ditch effort at bringing in any sort of money to pay for Erica's caretaker while he worked a minimum-wage job as a baker in Diagon Alley. While his home with his daughter had always been quaint, it was enough for the two of them. And then it was nothing.

Your daughter doesn't hate you. Their prisoner jumped as she broke the silence, wiping a tear from her eye. Don't think that for a second. Even if you did do something wrong, she might be angry with you but ... she'll never hate you. I'll speak to someone at the Ministry about where she'll go now. If Bambi had to take the girl in herself she'd make sure she was safe, fed, and well cared-for. While he didn't say anything in return, she found it in her best interest to remain silent for the rest of the trip.

It seemed like they went on for hours until they finally hit land. The mist cleared and there it was ... Azkaban. Even as a trainee it brought shivers up Bambi's spine. The place just had an aura about it that was dark and cold. Perhaps it was the dementors that stood guard, or perhaps it was the dark witches and wizards contained inside. Either way, Bambi wasn't going to stick around long enough to figure it out. Thank you. It was the first time their prisoner had spoken since coming into their custody, and she gave a small nod in response. She hoped that what she said had given him comfort.

It's devastating, she began as she climbed back into the canoe with Ed. He was just a baker. A baker for Merlin's sake, but he lost everything because he's pureblood. It's simply disgusting what these people are doing. The lives they ruin ... it makes me sick. That girl would be without a father, already without a mother due to dragon pox, and now she lost everything. Bad things really do happen to good people I guess.

All she could think about the way back was just that: he was a father, trying to do good for his daughter. She would go to the end of the world and back for Gladion and he only lived for twenty-four minutes. If anything awful deserved to happen to anyone at the hands of Clause, it was the elitist, purist members of the Sacred Twenty Eight; Bambi's lineage included.

NOTES:
█ WEARING: ♔
♡ WITH: DADDY ED
█ FEELING: EMOTIONS
♡ OOC: I'M HOPING TO MAKE CODAK'S GFX TOMORROW AND GET HIS POST UP THEN ♡

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