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[ShutterByte]

Ⱦɦȇ Ϣɩɭɗ Ȱηȇ →

◄ Can you hear my ↕ heart heart beating heart beating like a hammer ↕ Help, I'm alive ►




♪ ► ▷ ▶ Hard to be soft, tough to be tender ◀ ◁ ◄ ♪

♫ If my life is mine, what shouldn't I do? ♬xxx

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✖ ✖ ✖xxxxxIf your still Alive, My regrets are Many.xxxxx✖ ✖ ✖

[ShutterByte]

☼|| {E}lliot || {H}arvey || {A}mado ||☼

♅Could You Love Me Enough To Protect Me?♅

.:I'm the Technological Genius and Yet not so Smart....

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...I'm the Biggest Mama's boy with a Side of Autism....:.

[ShutterByte]

x o x o x o __
"Insanity -- a perfectly rational adjustment to an insane world."

Ⓗermosa Ⓣia Ⓐmado

Selfless - Fighter

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[ I W I L L D R I V E Y O U M A D ]

[ShutterByte]

Έɭɭΐѻϯ Ҥɑяѵєʏ Δϻɑɗѻ
❛I thought I heard the shuffle of the angel's feet, He called my name and my heart stood still......❜

⇉ Amado, Elliot Harvey
⇉ Elli
⇉ Looks fifteen-sixteen, but actually two hundred thirty-six.
⇉ November sixteenth
⇉ I am now a man-ish boy
⇉ Aaron Johnson


ġέț яέάđy ƒɸя ά șħɸώđɸώη
❛....Well you may throw your rock and hide your hand, Workin' in the dark against your fellow man....❜


you shouldn't ask, but the scale reads hundred thirty-nine and i peak at five feet and eleven inches.
my eyes are an Orange Color because i'm a Immortal but don't tell anyone.
a few things i love are my mother and sister, computers, programming, singing/music, and food.
but keep yelling, pain, disappointment, being hunted, and being alone away, because they're horrible.
my amazing talents are Computer hacking, deep, genius level, understanding of how technology works, wood and metals skills, see Savant Syndrome, adept in foraging .. isn't it amazing?


❝xo repetitive, compulsive, quiet, dependent, erratic, deliberate self-afflicting. xo❞



ώħάț ΐƒ ΐ țɸɸќ yɸμ ħɸмέ ?
❛....But as sure as God made black and white, What's down in the dark will be brought to the light.❜



❝xo character's biography in first person. should be 3+ juicy paragraphs. xo❞


⇉ ShutterByte

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[ShutterByte]

»»__Durga__««

the name tag says i'm » » Durga Moshi Hookah

scream and shout » » Durga is fine.

i've been alive for this many years » » Twenty

i happen to be » » The Caterpillar

which makes me from » » Wonderland
and i got the awesome powers of » » Can form things out of smoke and make them real. Knows things, kinda of like an Oracle, though most of the time speaks in riddles. Stays aloof and cold heartened for the fact that if she smiles, acts nice, or shows emotion, will cause instant infatuation for a person towards her.

yeah, you heard me! I'm totally into » » boys and girls

which means i'm » » Bisexual

I suppose these are exceptionable » »
Mushrooms
Gossip
Compliments
Being Lazy
Getting Her Way
Saying Things Slowly
Tobacco
Drinking (anything)
The Young People
Getting People In Trouble

How despicable these are » »
Loud Noises
Insults
Anger
Pain
Too Many Questions
Running
Attention
Alice
Sobriety
People Making Fun Of My Height


you need to know the puppet master, » » Shutterbyte

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[ShutterByte]

✿ Durga Moshi Hookah ✿

W h o A r e Y o u ?

The Caterpillar puffed lazily on her hookah, holding it pinched between her long fingers, her many legs shifting restlessly along her impressive body before settling into a more relaxing position. She yawned lightly, blowing out slow little clouds that formed into animals, plants and words. She wound a finger through them, making them giggle. She smiled lightly at the little cloud puffs as they started chasing each other around. She jumped when she heard a noise, moving faster than usually, unwinding quickly and whipping around. In the grass uncurled something, something bright and gleaming. The Caterpillar's eyes grew wide and she gasped, her usual cool demeanor gone.
"You! What are you doing in this domain," she managed to cry out before a flash of light blinded her and she fainted, falling into darkness.

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Durga awoke with a pained sigh, lifting up her hand to press to her forehead, her lashes fluttering lightly across the tops of her cheeks before opening to reveal impressive cyan blue eyes. They seemed to be luminous as she blinked them hazily, lifting herself up into a sitting position. She stretched out her legs, looked down and froze, finding herself staring at only one pair of legs instead of her usual sixteen. She nearly gaped in wonder as she stood up, wobbling a bit. Her long legs ended with tan high heels, and a white skirt and tan sweater clothed her slim body. She looked around and found herself in an outside hallway, spotting a large ornate mirror hanging and walked over to stand in front of it. White blond hair haloed around her pale face, curling upwards and around sumptuously. She felt something tugging on her foot and looked down, lifting her leg. On the floor was a robe and she picked it up, finding that it was just what she needed, the place she was in quite drafty. She slipped it on and something shined on the front of it, catching her eye. She lifted up the material, finding a pin to it; a silver snake on an emerald crest winked at her and she tilted her head at it, her eyes momentarily clouding over.

"Slytherin House," she muttered hauntingly to herself, before she heard footsteps outside the hallway. She strode forward, crossing a courtyard before heading into a longer hallway, children milling around as if heading somewhere. She spotted two boys with the same badge as her and waved her hand at them imperiously, getting their attention.

"You there, tell me where you two are traversing," her voice came out in a husky drawl, and walking smoothly in front of the boys, arching a brow at them and acting like she was a person in power. The boys exchanged looks before looking over Durga skeptically.

"Well, umm...Professor? Your a Professor, right," the boy on the left asked, raising his brows in question. Durga pursed her lips in a superior way and lifted herself to her new and impressive (to her considering she use to be three inches) height, giving them both a disdainful look.

"Professor Hookah, if you must know," she settling her hands on her hips, showing all the fiber of a disciplinary figure before she rolled a hand in the air for one of them to continue, "if you would answer my inquiry, or shall I give you both House confinement."

They both stiffened and hurried to blather out about the Great Hall, pointing just down the hall. She dismissed them with a flick of her wrist, a small smile curling on her lips as she traveled rapidly towards the ruckus and merriment, enjoying the little bit of power being a 'Professor' gave her. As she entered, she looked around like she owned the place, her hair lighting up brightly as the floating candles hit it. She would be impressed by the sight in front of her if she hadn't already seen much more impressive and abnormal things all her life. Her eyes scanned the crowded hall and found her eyes landing on a boy with rabbit ears and a girl with mouse like qualities. She slid over to them silently, ignoring the confused looks as she sat across from the rabbit boy and next to the mouse girl, crossing her legs demurely.

"Greetings, White Rabbit and March Hare," she drawled out, lengthening her words to almost a purr; her blue eyes glittered cloying enticingly. She seemed to pull a cigarette out of nowhere, slipping it between her lips and taking a puff of it without lighting it. A tiny dragon shaped cloud slid out of her mouth, the air smelling like honey, heat and spices instead of tobacco. The dragon billowed upwards, than spiraled up to fight with a candle.

"How did you both come to arrive at this destination?"

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[ShutterByte]

✿ Durga Moshi Hookah ✿

W h o A r e Y o u ?

Durga went to answer the March Hare, when the White Rabbit shrunk the Slytherins bench to nothing; she chuckled lightly at the baffled looks on the student's faces, though when they all got up in a congregated rage, she stepped forward, cutting off their vengeance. The teenagers paused, giving her a once over, looking at her badge, realizing it was a Slytherin teacher's badge. They all smiled to themselves and put on their best 'Woe Is Me' faces.

"Professor, that Ravenclaw student hexed our bench, making it disappear," the chubby girl whined loudly, flipping out a thick and trembling lower lip, pouting. The kids behind her nodded their heads in snide agreement, throwing conjoined glares over her shoulder. Durga arched an imperious brow and tilted her head to the side to look at the White Rabbit. She slipped a quick and hidden wink his way, than turning back to the students. She let a syrupy sweet smile curl on her supple lips, yet it didn't reach her cool eyes. The large group of students shivered in fear and worship, sighing with adoration, blinded by her fay-like appearance.

"I will handle this mishap, if you please, just sit on the other bench," she outstretched her hand to the other bench and the children nodded dreamily and headed back their table. Her smile dropped from her lips as she turned back around and rolled her eyes drolly, shaking her finger at the White Rabbit as if she was really punishing him, though not meaning it; feeling the eyes of the children on her back, making her skin crawl in revulsion.

"Be careful White Rabbit, and," she said turning her attention to the March Hare as well, her eyes clouding to a warning bright cerulean, "March Hare, we are not in our world and we do not have the control we are use to having. We are too well out of our element and will not receive absolution as we well as should. Though this much I can tell you..."

Her voice dropped into an echoing and vibrating haunt, seeming to lift from her lips like smoke and drift into their minds.

Acquiescence will seem like the only choice
Though it will be the ones of Death that will rejoice
Only through Chosen words and the Prince's alliance
Will the ways of the many Worlds find it's true Science
But if the time of Bright has run out of the Hourglass
The White will suffer and Wonder will never come to pass

Durga made a few noncommittal noises before straightening up with a jolt, oblivious to the fact that she was just in a conversation or that she was causing a stir by being a Slytherin teacher conversing with Ravenclaw students. Her radiant eyes narrowing to bright slivers of turquoise as well as clouding slightly over and following the form of a blond boy hurrying out of the hall, followed soon by a young woman with dark hair and mad-like features.

"I must depart, until we meet later," she nodded to them both.

She waved a cursory hand at the White Rabbit and the March Hare, her visions telling her she had elsewhere to be and fast. She walked quickly after the boy and woman, though keeping her distance and shielding herself behind some other children. She tightened her robe around her lithe body to keep it from billowing behind her. She had things to do and words that must be said to place things into motion. Though, whether good or bad, no one knew but her.

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[ShutterByte]

✿ Durga Moshi Hookah ✿

W h o A r e Y o u ?

Durga strode forward with all the confidence in the world, her fair head held high. Though as she passed the hidden Red Queen, she threw a fond smile her way, having always liking her, though also knowing that she would never go up against Durga for she would forsee it before it happened. She pressed her index finger against her plush lips, hushing the Queen like a child before stepping out of the shadows; startling Bella before she rested a hand on Draco's shoulder, restraining him to that spot. She lifted her gleaming azure eyes to Bella's dark maniacal ones; she smirked, her lips curling upwards seductively wicked at the ends. A series of visions flashed in her mind and she knew what Draco had been eluding to, and what Bella was hoping for. Color her intrigued, but Durga saw an opening and she took it.

"For now, Madame Lestrange," she drawled out, practically purring out her words as smoke trailed out her mouth, forming a medium size cloud that puffed out, forming The Dark Mark; a skull with a snake coming out of it's mouth, "while I don't view myself as a 'Filthy Mudblood' or an 'Oddity'.....," her eyes glowed with warning, her hand trailing up Draco's shoulder, fingertips brushing the fragile curl of his ear with a soft caress, "though I am a person of interest and someone not to be trifled with, I find myself leaning in your.....Lord's favor. I'm sure we can find some common ground to help each other. And you can stand victorious with your Master while I am out of your way in my land of Hogwash....."

Durga smiled wider, flashing teeth that seemed sharper than what was human, her long fingers spreading over the tops of Draco's cheeks, her thumb rubbing into his hairline, almost like she was trying to draw him in and maybe she was. Her visions showed her not the future and the past, but what is, and what she should do. She knew what people will do, would do and could do at all times. In this Wizarding World, nothing surprised her, making her miss her world of Wonderland with it's ever changing, topsy-turvy and unpredictable solace. Here, she was bored. There, she knew almost nothing about what would happen and she reveled in it. Though she had to say, these 'characters' here fascinated her with their little stories and concerns, that maybe she would help them, if not just a little. Especially this little pale boy, with his silver shining hair and his feelings of turmoil, angst, fear, and confusion. She almost felt compassion for him. Almost.

"And I'll even throw in watching over your....Prince here," she cajoled, her fingers drooping to his creamy throat, slender finger curling around enticingly, "believe me, Professor Snape will be....lacking in his duties. I'm sure your.... sister will appreciate it."

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[ShutterByte]

✿ Durga Moshi Hookah ✿

W h o A r e Y o u ?

The area they where congregated in seemed to darken, making Durga's eyes seem brighter, fiercer, highlighting the tops of her cheeks. She sneered, revealing more teeth, and yet a chuckle bubbled passed her lips, making a rich and throaty tone rumble out. Though she didn't remove her hand from Draco, instead she was poking the beast by taking a step closer, pressing herself along his back.

"Why should I caution my actions, Dumbledore is not here and all the teachers are conversing in their lounge," she snorted with distaste, lifting her chin as she let her hand drop from Draco's neck before both arms wound around his chest, crossing around it before her hands disappeared in his robes, "the protection in this place is pathetic and what you call magic here in this world is abysmally small. Barely a blip on what my people can do. I mean really, dying at the hand of a Weasley...Sad..."

Durga clucked her tongue and looked pointedly at Bellatrix before rolling her eyes and touching Draco's body lightly in a loving manner, her fingers massaging and gripping; her laughing eyes staring dead at Bella before she pulled her hands away from Draco. She took a step to the side and flourished Draco's wand with unknown experience, twirling it between her long fingers before giving it a calm swish, her sleeves rustling with the quick move. The tip of the wand glowed green before light wriggled out the end and she held her hand out, catching the stream, pooling into her palm. It writhed and contorted until it unwound and sprouted tiny wings, large compared to it's snake like body. It was a Wyrm, a tiny replica of it's cousin, the dragon. It's scales glittered like emeralds and it's eyes like rubies. It peeped out a diminutive roar, winding around her index finger before wiggling into flight, flapping it's wings. She shrugged her shoulders and watched as the Wyrm went to Draco, curling onto his shoulder where her hand had been minutes ago. She held out Draco's wand to him, her eyes radiating warmly as she offered it like a peace offering; her smile softening into a full lipped, soft smile.

"It's a shame, I'm sure the reign of the Dark Lord would of been an interesting one," she drawled, raising a shoulder in indifference and stared at Draco in the eyes for the first time, tilting her head as if in thought, "you should be careful, Prince of Slytherin. Try to stay out of the girl's bathroom."

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[ShutterByte]

✿ Durga Moshi Hookah ✿

W h o A r e Y o u ?

Durga watched out of her peripherals, seeing the Wyrm cuddle against Draco and she had to look away before she smiled. Instead, she turned her eyes back to Bella, her eyes dimming a bit as she calmed, the surrounding area brightening considerably as if a cloud had moved, revealing the sun. She raised an eyebrow at Draco's comments, and silently applauded his intrepidity as he talked logically to his aunt. At least he understood the gift laid at his feet was worth the while and that she was impressive enough not to be ignored, but to be lusted after and allied with. She knew that she had the answers that they where seeking, but also knew that trust would be hard sought after. She would play her part and do what she had foreseen to do. Her lips spread and turned up lightly at the corners of her mouth to show her pleasure and acquiescence as she took Draco's hand and bent in a sweeping bow over it, brushing her lips over his skin in a way no teacher should or thought was pertinent.

"I am willing to help in anyway possible, my prince," her voice seemed to hum as she spoke; straightening out of her bow, her luminous eyes flashing with wicked intent, "I am yours to command. If you wish me to help fix your.....cabinet, than it shall be done."

Her eyes became hooded and clouded over before she slid them away from Draco, placing them on Bella with new interest. She was debating on how much she would tell until it was too much, mortals had such fragile minds and there was only so much they could comprehend. She let her voice drop to a half ghosting whisper, only Bellatrix and Draco could hear her.

"As for your Dark Lord, tell him the cabinet will work and that his magnanimous presence is required," she waved a hand, a cigarette forming between her long fingers and she placed it between her lips, filling the air with the scents of honey, spice and heat, "whether you believe me or not, make sure he hears that from you. It's of significant crucial importance if you expect to win this little war of yours."

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[[ooc: And you have every right to, an old bag of a ginger killing Bellatrix 'BadAss' Lestrange, pfft!! Never should have happened!!]]

[ShutterByte]

✿ Professor Durga Hookah ✿

W h o A r e Y o u ?

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✿ Durga Moshi Hookah ✿

W h o A r e Y o u ?

She watched both Bellatrix and Draco's reactions, seeing the subtle changes in stances, the tiny, yet distinct twitches and creases that told her how they felt and if they were uncomfortable, angry, surprised, or just peeved. Upon hearing both their same questions, she allowed a sliver of blush to color her usually cool cheeks. She fluttered a hand to her chin, touching skin with only light fingertips and actually felt disagreeable for forgetting to introduce herself.

"Ah, excuse my atrocious manners," she purred as she straightened her robes and stood straighter, lifting her fair head and making it gleam brightly from the light from the windows, giving her an almost haloed effect, "Durga Hookah, at your service. I am the .....Oracular Orator of my world."

She flicked her wrist in a twirl and nodded her head once, though she stopped to look out of her peripherals, seeing some students passing slower than they should, watching them all with curiosity and awe. Secrecy wasn't really on her list of importance, but she could see the way both of them seemed to stiffen and look away, which made them look all the more suspicious. Her lips pursed slightly as she tried not to laugh, finding their reactions hilarious and maybe that would entertain her enough until she got home, though she knew she would have to work her new derrière off to do so. She arched a brow and slid her eyes up; sidling up next to Draco, she slowly wound her arm around his in a firm grasp, body heat already escalating as did his breathing. It was cute that he reacted so. She made sure to put him between her and Bella before she leaned over, whispering in his ear.

"I believe this place becomes too crowded for conversation," her voice low and caressing, before she pulled her head back and raising her voice to a more normal tone, "ah, Mr. Malfoy, if you would, could you please show me the Slytherin dorms. It would please me extraordinarily."

She nodded her head towards the hallway and smiled calmly, keeping it tamer than usual, trying to give off the air of a teacher with a student and nothing more.

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✿ Durga Moshi Hookah ✿

W h o A r e Y o u ?

"Like what," she questioned, looking down to her folded arms over Draco's tense one before looking up at all the thrown speculative glances at them from passing students, "oh, my apologies. I did not know physical contact is frowned upon here."

Durga let her arms drop from Draco's and back down to her sides with a full lipped pout, though her eyes gleamed merrily before she clasped her hands together under her chin, than waving a fluttering hand at someone in front of them, though being distracting enough that the Wyrm had time to disappear under Draco's collar and from sight. Dumbledore almost passed them before he back tracked and smiled in surprise at Durga, reaching out one of his hands, hiding his other one in the folds of his robes. They grasped hands tightly in greeting, both with sweet and welcoming smiles eclipsing their faces.

"Ms. Hookah, it is wonderful that your journey from your world to ours was a success. I hope you don't mind me suggesting you for the Potions position here, what with us now having an opening," he chuckled jovially, squeezing her hand as he spoke before his head turned and his blue eyes behind half moon spectacles landed on Draco, "Mr. Malfoy, what are doing out from the festivities of the Great Hall?"

Durga could easily the stiffening in Draco's posture, knowing the turmoil that bubbled in his stomach and that he was uncomfortable to say the least. She deflected Dumbledore's question as she stepped forward a bit, smiling wider, practically beaming. Dumbledore's eyes shifted rapidly, almost basking in her glowing felicitousness. She let her hand slide slowly out of his, letting her fingertips brush wrinkled skin tantalizingly.

"Oh, young Draco here was escorting me to the Slytherin tower for I knew not the way," she drawled, her hand closest to Draco hidden behind his back as she raised it and settled it feather lightly on the middle of his back before pressing it reassuringly against the smoothness of his cloak, "your school is so foreign to me and I am so pleased there are students here who are willing to assist newcomers like myself around such a prestigious establishment."

Durga rubbed relaxing circles along the small of Draco's back before she subtly drew her hand back and waved a hand at the windows, her hand moonlight pale in the air. Dumbledore glanced calmly at Draco before nodding appraisingly as if finally answering a long asked question even as his eyes gave her a quick once over in understanding.

"We do pride our selves in hospitality, and I hope to see you again, Professor Hookah, real soon I hope," Dumbledore jested and patted her hand again before glancing at Draco, "good to see you out and about young Draco."

He waved last time before striding away; Durga let the fake smile on her face lessen to cool indifference and had to will herself not to roll her eyes in mockery. She looked down at Draco and glanced around, finding the area had cleared out considerably.

"Are you well," she murmured huskily, brushing fingertips on his shoulder, though not fully touching.

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