formula | priscilla

[prudence oria weiss]

━ the mirror's telling me to go home ━

february 3rd 2026

TO RUE, THE PREVIOUS YEAR CAME and passed by so quickly. Though, for the majority of the year, they were completely and utterly high. Typical, but Rue truly loved their own creations and no one..Not even Mina could blame them. Yet after discovering the Purifiers and even becoming one of Ambrosia's mentees, the Weiss' creations had become a popular thing in the wizarding world. Not...legal, but still popular regardless.

Compared to before, Rue had created layers of security and untraceable transactions so even if someone in the Ministry tried poking their noses in, Rue couldn't and wouldn't be found. Truthfully, she had Ambrosia to thank for it all. With a new day arriving, Rue entered through the mirror portal, expecting to start and end the day in her lab.

Walking through the halls, the potioneer rolled at her eyes at the sound of Ares Lestrange's voice nearby, before noticing the door to her lab was open and someone was inside. Pushing the door open, Rue looked at the figure in the middle of the room, while slightly cocking their head to the side, in slight confusion "Can I...Help you?" Rue began, their brow raising in question as she looked at the girl across from her work-bench.

| @priscilla |

hopefully this works!

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February 3, 2026

Finally of age and free of the Trace, Priscilla Rosier had grown tired of the monotony of remaining at home. There wasn't much that she could really do there, and—without the classes that she would have had at Hogwarts—she also didn't have a license to Apparate yet. That left her with few real options for entertaining herself, and she had even had to take the Floo Network into London in order to reach Club Indigo and the portal to the Purifiers' base.

Now that she could do so without fear of repercussions for doing magic outside of school as an underaged witch already skating on thin ice for what she had done to Kinsey Bainbridge, Priscilla was determined to prove herself as an asset to the Purifiers. She could at least cover her tracks more effectively again, she thought, rather than living life as some pathetic near-Squib, as she had since her expulsion. It almost made her feel bad for those who had been so unfortunate as to have been born without magical abilities, but what could she do about it? Not much, especially when so many Squibs integrated with Muggles.

Having found herself in what was clearly some sort of laboratory, although not the one that she knew to belong to Ambrosia, Priscilla took a look around, not touching anything as she did. It all piqued her interest, without a doubt, though she knew it wasn't hers to disturb. At about that same time, someone opened the door, asking if they could help her.

Priscilla turned her head. She didn't recognize the other Purifier but guessed that the person—whom she assumed to be a young woman—must have been the "owner" (as far as any concept of ownership went in the base) of the room. "Sorry," Priscilla apologized quickly, though the apology was mostly for the sake of the gesture, rather than her actually being apologetic about it. "Is this yours?" she asked. She figured as much, of course, but went the route of pretending to be oblivious to it.

prudence oria weiss

[prudence oria weiss]

━ the mirror's telling me to go home ━

THE LAST THING RUE HAD expected for that morning was to find someone in her lab, potentially touching the things they owned. Rue didn't buy much of the equipment within the lab itself but after settling in and essentially claiming the room to herself, the Weiss eventually brought her own equipment, creating things for the Purifiers alongside her dark potions that wizards and squibs couldn't help but love.

At the girls question, Rue's lips turned upright, her head cocking to the side while her brow rose. "Is that a necessary question?" Rue asked, slightly pulling at the door and knocking at the plated name card that was slotted within, that read RUE WEISS - POTIONEER in the gold embedding. "Can I help you?" They ended up repeating, walking closer to her chair, and taking her seat within it.

| @priscilla |

sorry for the wait!