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ASTRID ALVA ABRAHAMSSON
DURMSTRANG ALUM MAGIZOOLOGIST CRYOMANCER
143 posts
played by ana
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Dec 11, 2021 4:30:05 GMT -7
Post by ASTRID ALVA ABRAHAMSSON on Dec 11, 2021 4:30:05 GMT -7
March 2026
After a particularly fruitful conversation with Charlie Weasley, Astrid tucked herself away in her rented room above the Three Broomsticks. She tapped thoughtfully away on her laptop, making notes to sketch what Charlie had described the breaching eggs to look like. Astrid sighed, fighting back a slight smile as she finished her notes and closed her laptop. She didn't know what to have expected from that conversation, but it was above and beyond. Charlie Weasley really knew his stuff, and Astrid could only hope to one day have the same level of knowledge as him. Until then, she would have to keep to her research and thesis.
Astrid checked her watch, finding that it was just past six in the evening. Her good mood buffeted her to slick her hair back in a tail and dash down the stairs to the pub itself. She would have started humming if not for the ice that lingered on the windows, threatening to fall at any sound from her. Over the years, Astrid had gotten much more control over her power, but still found that music created the most profound effects. She still did wonder why she'd been born with this ability - control over snow and ice as well as a witch? It was uncommon at best, and Astrid had to wonder if somewhere down her bloodline, there had been something more than a talented witch.
Sidling up to the bar, Astrid ordered a butterbeer (non-alcoholic, of course; she needed a clear head and still was adverse to the taste of alcohol) and returned to a rickety table by a fireplace. She had thought about writing to Kal to inform him of what she'd learned, but she would see him tomorrow. Tonight, she would enjoy the quaintness of a purely magical village, something she could have never dreamed up as a child.
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Feb 1, 2022 11:01:34 GMT -7
Post by alfie edward o'callaghan on Feb 1, 2022 11:01:34 GMT -7
Every day at Hogwarts, Alfie found new reasons to hate his job. Not only did he feel like a glorified baby sitter or gardener most days, he was over it. As much as Alfie enjoyed the good students, and the good outweighed the bad most days, but lately, he felt stuck. But he also wasn't sure if he wanted to go back to Ilvermorny if he had the chance. Life was weird. Everything truly was temporary.
To paint a picture of Alfie's afternoon...A kid named Kevin stored a bottle of orange KoolAid in his backpack for six months, convinced it would turn into alcohol because he saw something on a jail show once. Kevin decided on this fateful day, to drink his concoction in the back of greenhouse number one while Alfie was consumed in a presentation about Mandrakes. Kevin threw up, violently, in Alfie's most prized sugar shrubs. And on a couple of students backs. The incident would have been more funny if it wasn't a plant he used to sweeten his Wolfsbane - and he had to clean it up.
Alfie decided to visit the pub before his walk back to his flat in Hogsmeade. He had quickly become a regular there his first year teaching at Hogwarts due to the proximity of his flat and the school. At times it was a bit off putting seeing a student sneak in, but he'd never nark them out because he remembered being a kid once. Stepping up to the bar, he ordered a beer and immediately noticed the pretty blonde sitting alone in an armchair by the fire a couple of feet away. He considered walking over to chat her up.
As he noticed the enchanting female, a very old (and smelly) man stood directly in front of him. It was probably an accident but still annoying. Sometimes his senses were too keen, smells were offensive. But Alfie wasn't rude to old people, even if the beast inside him was flaring up..
Alfie nodded politely, picking his beer up from the counter to evacuate, but the man now stepped backwards with his shaky cane. Completely oblivious as he bumped into Alfie's chest. "Oop. Hi. 'scuse me." he staggered back with a strained smile. He stepped back, again, much more than he wanted to before he was bumping into the pretty blonde lady's chair. Hard. He heard the chairs wooden feet skid on the cold stone floor.
Letting out a grumble, more at himself, he turned his long torso and shimmied away from the situation while making an involuntarily funny face at the woman. "Uh-fuu-I'm sorry I-" he grumbled quickly, kicking himself because he spilled a bit of beer on the floor. His hazel eyes widened, praying he didn't spill any booze on the pretty lady trying to enjoy a drink by the fire.
ASTRID ALVA ABRAHAMSSON
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ASTRID ALVA ABRAHAMSSON
DURMSTRANG ALUM MAGIZOOLOGIST CRYOMANCER
143 posts
played by ana
all your dreams are made when you're chained to the mirror and the razor blade
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Feb 20, 2022 6:12:31 GMT -7
Post by ASTRID ALVA ABRAHAMSSON on Feb 20, 2022 6:12:31 GMT -7
Hogsmeade was the stuff of dreams - Astrid imagined it looked as such especially in the winter, with snow dusting the roofs and lanterns burning brightly along the high street. She never could have imagined something like this being real as a child - fifteen years on, she still had to pinch herself. She worked with dragons, she was a powerful and clever witch, and all of this was absolutely, one hundred percent real. And she'd just had a meeting with Charlie Weasley, one of the foremost dragonologists in Britain.
Ordering herself a butterbeer, Astrid settled onto a rickety table to muse. Some gruff, unhygienic man approached her, muttering out promises of showing her a good time. The glare she threw him could cut glass, and he stepped back, his cane barely supporting him. Straight into another person, who tried to sidestep and ended up nearly in Astrid's lap. Her chair shifted and without thinking, she reached out for the table to steady herself. But Astrid hadn't been able to stop the layer of ice that separated the palms of her hand from the old wooden grain of the table, having used her powers out of shock more than anything.
Astrid fixed the man with a stare, hoping to keep his attention averted from the frost coating the table. Thankfully she was by the fire, and it melted quickly. "As you should be," said Astrid haughtily, her brows knitting together. "Though I suppose you're more amenable than that guffawing gentleman there - if I were to go so far as to call him a gentleman," said Astrid, shooting the old man with the cane a venomous look. But he'd already settled his sights elsewhere.
Turning her attention back to the young man, Astrid was silent for a moment. When she spoke, some of the vitriol had disappeared. "Why don't you join me," she said, surprising even herself. She had never much been one for strangers company - she remembered months ago when Bhelliom had charmed his way with her. The thought still sent shivers down her spine. "I would say that man offers you another drink, but you can ask him yourself," said Astrid, taking a tentative sip of her own butterbeer. "I am Astrid."
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Mar 2, 2022 0:19:10 GMT -7
Post by alfie edward o'callaghan on Mar 2, 2022 0:19:10 GMT -7
The legs of the chair he bumped into whined against the stone floor upon impact. A cool gust surrounded him, though he didn’t think much of it in the moment. He was now hyper aware of the woman in the chair as he side-stepped away from the man and faced her with a soft smile.
Alfie's hazel eyes fell down to the woman sitting in the armchair, looking quite cozy next to the crackling fire in solitude. The expression on her face wasn’t so pleasant as she called him “amenable”. Typically, that wasn’t a compliment in his eyes, and her face showed she wasn’t pleased by being bumped into, probably causing spillage of the foamy beverage she was enjoying. That was understandable. Brushing himself off with a stifled laugh, he waved her comments off with a shrug, ”Eh, it’s no biggie-” Alfie mentally cringed - since when had he used the phrase ‘No Biggie’? That alone was definitely a ‘Biggie’. Alfie took a sip of beer to feign nonchalance, ”I’m a teacher, I’m used to it…” he joked lightly with a chuckle. The man was accustomed to being used and abused: by his students, the school system, relationshits, old geezers at the pub…
His face started to relax as she matched his gaze. Alfie didn’t notice the frost morphing into condensation on the table beside him, not with the enchanting female sitting before him who had stolen his eye and offered him to sit down. He always had a thing for blondes. Swallowing, the man offered her a curt nod, ”That’s an offer I cannot refuse. Thanks Astrid.” he laughed, falling into the empty arm chair beside her. There was a brief moment where he sank into the chair with a smile. He noticed her accent wasn’t from the UK, though he wasn’t quite sure from where, being a sheltered Colorado mountain kid. "I'm Alfie."
Sometimes he wished he was better at this small talk stuff, the old man had thrown off of his groove today. Alfie cocked his head to the side, "You don't really seem like the type of person to be sitting around a dusty ol’ pub. Are you from around here?" he asked her, corners of his lips curling upwards at a slight realization. ”-I can’t believe I hit you with the ‘Come here often’...”
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ASTRID ALVA ABRAHAMSSON
DURMSTRANG ALUM MAGIZOOLOGIST CRYOMANCER
143 posts
played by ana
all your dreams are made when you're chained to the mirror and the razor blade
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last online Oct 16, 2023 13:05:02 GMT -7
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Mar 21, 2022 6:26:30 GMT -7
Post by ASTRID ALVA ABRAHAMSSON on Mar 21, 2022 6:26:30 GMT -7
Biggie? Astrid smirked. She hadn't heard that since she was a girl, and mostly when her young Swedish classmates were trying to sound cool and American. "Are you American?" she blurted out suddenly. She cringed at the mention of being a teacher. Astrid knew she had a lack of patience, and that dealing with insolent children would stretch her beyond her own limit. She shot a glare back at the man who had jostled him, before returning her attention to the stranger with an innocent smile and mischievous gleam in his eye. Astrid surprised herself by offering him a seat at her table, and her name all in one fell swoop.
The man introduced himself as Alfie and Astrid inclined her head slightly. "A pleasure," she replied, taking another sip of her drink and feeling infinitely glad that she hadn't completely thrown away her teetotal ways. She had watched too many minds lost to the siren's call of a drink, and Astrid preferred to be completely in control. Even as Alfie sat across from her, she felt the control slipping, and she latched onto a topic of conversation that she was comfortable with. "No, I am not much of a pub goer. It is... too British," said Astrid with a sniff. "I am from Sweden originally, but I split my time between there and the Welsh countryside," she added.
The half smile Alfie gave her at his own realisation brought a grin to Astrid's own lips. There was something... quirky about this man. He intrigued her. "And you? Do you... come here often as you say?" asked Astrid. "I suppose blowing off steam at the pub may be a part of teaching. I came to speak to one of the teachers, actually. Weasley. I study dragons you see..." she added, her icy gaze intent on Alfie, but there was an unspoken and unfamiliar warmth to her.
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Jun 23, 2022 17:07:04 GMT -7
Post by alfie edward o'callaghan on Jun 23, 2022 17:07:04 GMT -7
As the blonde introduced herself, he noticed her name and accent were just as pretty as her outer appearance. Alfie was almost certain that he was in presence of a Disney Princess. Things were seemingly turning for the good after he got away from the old geezer who wasn’t aware of personal space. His expression flickered with amusement as the blonde asked if he were American. His hazel eyes narrowed down on her as he took a sip of beer, ”How could ya tell?” he asked more playfully; as if his American accent wasn’t a dead giveaway. ”Yeah, I’m American, from Colorado.” Alfie said as matter of factly as he sat up in his chair. He couldn’t be slouching while talking to a gorgeous lady. ”The pleasure is all mine.” he promised, more as a goofy and friendly gesture. Alfie was a nerd, not an overbearing flirt. Hell, he could barely take himself seriously most of the time. Maybe that was why he was single. They easily slipped into small talk. Her red-painted lips shared that she didn’t typically hang around pubs which wasn’t a surprise. She was too pretty and had all of her teeth. Alfie nodded, agreeing that pubs were a part of Professor's agenda. ”Oh, yes. It’s my prerogative.” he stated with a smile, following with a generous sip of beer. ” Swedish and Welsh countryside? Excuse me for being an Herbologist nerd, but I’ve been trying to find the time to visit Sweden for a camping trip to observe where Dill, Thyme, and Parsley grow.” Alfie shared, kicking himself in the inside for talking about plants are pretty ladies. They didn’t want to chat about freaking dill growing in the wild. Alfie’s eyebrow quirked toward her with a growing smile as she shared that she was meeting his Coworker Weasley. Dragons seems much hotter when a blonde lady was talking about studying them. ”Dragons, eh?” he asked, a bit caught off guard but he didn’t want to show it. She looked too pretty to deal with deadly beasts every day. But hey, maybe people said the same about him and greenhouses. Hopeful thinking, right? There was something truly enticing about a beautiful woman able to tame a beast. The wolf inside him was the most intrigued as the words fell from her pretty painted lips. Bobbing his head into a nod, ”Now that’s pretty fuckin’ cool.” Alfie expressed with bewilderment. ”So do you study to…train…or, performance art?” he asked with genuine curiosity. Though he was half-joking about the performance art bit and hoped it was obvious. Small talk with the lovely lady before him seemed effortless, which was quite nice, considering he hated anything to do with small talk but he genuinely cared about what the stranger was talking about. ASTRID ALVA ABRAHAMSSON
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ASTRID ALVA ABRAHAMSSON
DURMSTRANG ALUM MAGIZOOLOGIST CRYOMANCER
143 posts
played by ana
all your dreams are made when you're chained to the mirror and the razor blade
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last online Oct 16, 2023 13:05:02 GMT -7
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Aug 7, 2022 9:16:56 GMT -7
Post by ASTRID ALVA ABRAHAMSSON on Aug 7, 2022 9:16:56 GMT -7
"Colorado," Astrid echoed, tasting the name of the place on her tongue. "You'll have to forgive me, I'm not very familiar with American geography. Is that near the sea?" she asked curiously. She arched a well manicured brow as Archie shared that he was keen to visit Sweden. There was a pang of longing in her chest. She hadn't been back home in months, and her motherland was summoning her. "Perhaps I can show you around Stockholm. There's an excellent market hidden in the depths of Gavle Stan," she murmured, not realising what she was agreeing to."Magical plants are native to the flatlands of Sweden too. Like hensbane and blackthorn." She pulled herself up short, cheeks colouring. "I can't say I know much about herbology, but I have to have a basic background due to the nature of my work..." said Astrid, dampening down the excitement that had bubbled up in her.
Astrid noticed the way Alfie's eyes kept drifting to her lips. She tried to ignore it, as she'd realised long ago that most men were swine. Kal had proven her wrong in that aspect, but she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to kiss Alfie. Swallowing thickly, Astrid dismissed the thought. She'd only just met him, and she wasn't that sort of girl. Instead, she distracted herself by taking a deep drink. She offered Alfie a smirk. "I train them for the dragon ballet. We're performing La Bayadere in the summer, you should come," said Astrid, her tone not betraying her jest. "Imagine that. Think I'd be skewered and roasted before that would happen. My main focus is on mating rituals and habits. I wanted to ask Weasley if he'd seen any patterns between short snouts and ironbellies," she added after a moment.
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Aug 11, 2022 10:31:35 GMT -7
Post by alfie edward o'callaghan on Aug 11, 2022 10:31:35 GMT -7
Alfie watched as the gears in the blondes head started to turn, echoing the word ‘Colorado’ in the most lovely accent. He found himself completely captivated by the young woman as her lips moved. She was a breath of fresh air in the dark and dusty ol’ pub, hell, she had the most piercing blue eyes. The Professors expression brightened ever so slightly, happy to talk about his homeland with someone whom was showing genuine interest. Colorado held a special place in his heart. It almost made him homesick thinking about it. Almost. The only part he missed about home was his mom and a handful of childhood Muggle friends who had yet to visit him in the UK. He’d have to reach out once school was out, it was just hard keeping the whole magic / werewolf thing from them. Alfie smiled with a light laugh, shaking his head when she asked if Colorado was near the sea. “Not quite.” he started, nursing the beer in his hands after taking a sip. ”Colorado is located Central United States, where the the highest peaks in North America are located. It’s a great place to visit all times of the year for recreational activities such as mountain biking and camping, or snow sports during the winter months. Lots of Muggle artists have written songs dedicated to their love of ‘Colorado Rocky Mountain Hiiigh’.” he sang the last part because he was a careless musician but instantly noticed himself starting to teacher-drone about the topic of Colorado and his face reddened, before adding, ”-Oh, and recreational weed..“ he said with a goofy smile accompanied by an eyebrow waggle. The stoner in him couldn’t resist that part. ”Wow, sorry, didn’t mean to go full teacher-mode on you but I guess I’m just a proud Coloradan.” he shrugged before demanding, ”Now, don’t be shy, gimme some Sweden facts…” Alfie demanded with a friendly tone, quite enjoying the company of his new friend. Raising his drink to his lips, he almost regretted it, because he laughed into his beer as Astrid mentioned working a dragon ballet. His hazel eyes fell on her as his brow quirked with amusement, almost buying it. Alfie chuckled, ”I’d pay big bucks to see that.” he added quickly as he listened to her explain she was looking to speak with Charlie about dragon mating rituals and habits. ”How romantic.” Alfie jested more playfully, suddenly struck with thought, dragons were a topic he knew nearly nothing about. ”I suppose they don’t go for the more ‘wine and dine’ approach.. No, but really, that sounds fascinating. Do you research them in the wild?” he asked, curious to learn more about what she had to say because she was both equally fascinating and gorgeous. ASTRID ALVA ABRAHAMSSON
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ASTRID ALVA ABRAHAMSSON
DURMSTRANG ALUM MAGIZOOLOGIST CRYOMANCER
143 posts
played by ana
all your dreams are made when you're chained to the mirror and the razor blade
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Aug 14, 2022 3:35:38 GMT -7
Post by ASTRID ALVA ABRAHAMSSON on Aug 14, 2022 3:35:38 GMT -7
Astrid's cheeks flushed as she incorrectly guessed the location of his home state. America was too big to remember anyways, and there were so many states. And everyone was just expected to know them. In England, there were dozens of counties but not even half the British knew the names of all of them, let alone the locations. She hummed her defeat, stirring her tea slowly. Her brow twitched at Alfie's sung declaration of his home, and plastered a smile on her face. There was nothing she hated more than karaoke. Music had been a part of her life for as long as she could remember, also giving her greater sway over her ice powers. Yet that was something she had always kept private - along with a myriad of other facts about her.
"I wonder what sorts of dragons make their homes there. I bet you'd find a vipertooth or two up there. Maybe even some species that are hithero undiscovered..." mused Astrid, her mind wandering off on its own as it so often did. Clearing her throat, Astrid snapped back to the conversation at hand. "Recreational weed?" she asked, arching a brow. "You know it is illegal in this country still, right?" she replied, a smirk hooking at the corners of her lips.
Astrid let the pause between them lengthen as she mulled over what to share with Alfie. How to describe Sweden, her beloved homeland? "Sweden is know for the long days in the summer and the long nights in the winter," she began. "Much of my home is undisturbed forest. And we Swedes have a lot more respect for the natural balance of things than most western nations," she added, her eyes locking on Alfie's. "I am lucky to call such a nation my home. It was difficult to leave. But Britain affords opportunities that Sweden cannot always meet," she added.
Eyeing Alfie, Astrid allowed herself a smile. "You Americans say the strangest things," said Astrid decisively. "If you were to be trusted to be silent and follow every order I gave, I would not be adverse to taking you out with me. But you have not yet proven yourself," said Astrid, a challenge in her tone. "I do research them in the wild. As I find dragons should not be caged, unless they are being rehabilitated. As they are here in Hogsmeade. It is dangerous, yes. But I am not afraid," she replied, lowering her voice to just above a whisper. "Would you be afraid?"
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Aug 25, 2022 9:32:16 GMT -7
Post by alfie edward o'callaghan on Aug 25, 2022 9:32:16 GMT -7
Astrid pondered what breed of dragons potentially resided in his home state of Colorado with a very cute expression on her face. He chuckled and smiled mischievously when she mentioned that weed was illegal in the UK, waggling his eye brows for an added touch.
The blonde continued, explaining the enchanting lands of Sweden. It sounded like a great place to visit and live. As Astrids lips moved, he found himself holding onto each word she was saying, the gorgeous planes of her face, her blue eyes. Merlin, she looked like a real life Disney princess if he'd ever seen one.
As she asked him a question, Alfie waited to respond, truly considering his answer. Was he afraid of Dragons? Probably. The man ruffled his curls with a scrunched nose, ”Not scared, per se..” he denied, trying to appear more brave than he was. ”I’d be more…cautious.” Of fucking course he was afraid of dragons. They were fire breathing demon machines. Especially after the incident in Hogsmeade a couple of years prior where some rogue dragons lit half of the village on fire.
”Fuck-” he looked down at his phone after it vibrated back to back. Esther was waiting at his flat with pizza and he almost forgot that he had the responsibility of grabbing the booze. This was supposed to be a quick trip and he got distracted by the beautiful specimen in front of him. Alfie smiled at Astrid, hazel eyes dropping to her icy gaze, ”I gotta go..it was nice chatting with you, Astrid.” he told her, not wanting to leave. "I'm sure I'll see ya around. Take care." he froze before standing up with another smile, immediately kicking himself for not grabbing her number. This was the moment to do it if he had the balls.
Alfie turned on his heel with a wave, cringing at himself for not grabbing the six pack of beer like he was supposed to as he opened the door. Well, once he explained to Esther the reasoning, she'd get over it and make fun of him for having zero game.
ASTRID ALVA ABRAHAMSSON END ALFIE We can start the new one yeee
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