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addilyn elara slater
HOGWARTS ALUM HOLYHEAD HARPIES RESERVE PLAYER
360 posts
played by vanessa
I just wanna feel somethin', tell me where to go
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Sept 9, 2023 12:28:04 GMT -7
Post by addilyn elara slater on Sept 9, 2023 12:28:04 GMT -7
don't let yourself down don't let yourself go Addy waited outside the familiar cobblestone steps of Hogsmeade village. She certainly didn’t visit as often as before. But then again, in those days, the excitement of being with friends and out of the castle had guided her. Given all her assignments were complete, of course. Somehow, she had learned not to disregard all fun during those years. Unfortunately, she had to admit that even her mother had been correct—it was a slippery slope. The events of her seventh year still felt chaotic in her mind, even before the fire.
If Dicky was inside, he was taking his time to answer the door, or perhaps he was in the village somewhere. She crossed her arms out of habit rather than annoyance, though maybe it was simply an inherited Slater trait at this point. But Addy had only really spoken to Grey lately, especially after unceremoniously quitting the Ministry of Magic after the offer of a full-time position. No—Addy had opted to warm the bench of whatever Quidditch Pitch the Holyhead Harpies were to play.
She flew in practices and pre-game warmups, but watching a match from beginning to end with a front-row seat only brought doubt. Still, she didn’t have time for doubt as it had already put her behind. Still, she missed playing matches. This stupid injury had her benched in the meantime. And through the chaos of the fall and beginning winter months, Addy felt only slightly ashamed to admit she had not seen Dicky's new place yet. The one she had to help him (by help she meant push) with because he lingered with a pro and cons list for so long even the paper it was written on felt ancient. And it wasn’t as if she was alone, in her opinion. Plenty had agreed with her. And it saved her the effort of grabbing him by the shirt collar and shaking him into submission, not that Addy ever would. That was definitely a Brígh move.
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Richard Myron Woods-Knox
LIFE THIRD YEAR - ARCHIVIST MERLIN'S MYSTICAL MUSEUM OF MAGIC ASSISTANT ARCHIVIST
43 posts
played by Chanel
— it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe.
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Mar 26, 2024 8:43:35 GMT -7
Post by Richard Myron Woods-Knox on Mar 26, 2024 8:43:35 GMT -7
THERE WAS A DOOR RATTLING SOMEWHERE IN Richie's deep subconscious, manifesting as a great big metal monster knocking down his bedroom door, which subsequently looked an awful lot like the bedroom he'd shared with his little sister as a child a long, long time ago. Its great big metal claws tearing a chunk out of the wooden frame collaged with finger paintings completed diligently by Kara and himself. He was just about to scream when he jolted awake. He was not in his single bed with the Batman duvet cover, but instead sleeping slumped down against his double bed frame from the floor, in the flat he was sharing with two other students.
The door was still rattling, though not his bedroom door. Richie swiped the loose leaf research papers from his lap, jumping to his feet with bleary eyes and a clumsy stumble. 'What time was it?', he wondered internally, trying to recall the last thing he remembered before falling asleep sitting up. Dawn had been peaking through his blinds, the sound of early morning birds twittering, he'd stayed up all night reviewing a set of copied research papers on ancient textile preservation. There was a flaky dribble of drool dried down the side of his mouth, he picked at it grumpily as he exited his bedroom in a sleepy haze.
"Coming!" He called when the door rattled again, his voice hoarse from sleep and disuse. The flat was empty, but it was often empty. Richie didn't run into his roommates very often, but when he did it was almost always a surprise. He felt the niggle of a thought he'd recently forgotten scratching at the back of his brain. "Jeez, I said I was coming." He grumbled when the knocker rattled one more time and his eyes swung wide as he unlocked the door and cracked it open.
"Shit!" He snapped, an eyeful of a sour looking Addy tapping her foot impatiently on the very top step of his flat, practically leaning on the doorway. One of his eyes was partially glued shut with sleep, a cheek creased from where he'd leaned it against his metal bedframe in slumber. "Did I forget something...?" He asked dumbly, stumbling back a step as the door was pushed out of his grip. "I fell asleep..." He added, clearing his throat and rubbing the crust from his eye as he leaned heavily against the wall in the hallway.
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addilyn elara slater
HOGWARTS ALUM HOLYHEAD HARPIES RESERVE PLAYER
360 posts
played by vanessa
I just wanna feel somethin', tell me where to go
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currently online
WIZARDING ADULT
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Apr 7, 2024 2:16:03 GMT -7
Post by addilyn elara slater on Apr 7, 2024 2:16:03 GMT -7
don't let yourself down don't let yourself go Addy tried not to appear so amused at the sight of her friend. Dicky looked a bit of a mess if she wanted to be polite. But years of friendship and experiences taught Addy not to be so judgmental of them. Though often, she could hardly help herself. Merlin knew what Claire or her mother might have said should Addy answer the door as such. ”Yes.” She replied simply. ”You invited me over to see your new place.” Addy reminded him while entering. Immediately, her eyes began to scan from ceiling to floor and wall to wall. Approvingly, she lightly nodded her head.
”I apologize I wasn’t able to drop by sooner—Healer’s orders.” Unfortunately, Addy had to comply with every single rule and stipulation given to her by the Healers after her grisly Quidditch accident the previous month. And she didn’t want to give the Quidditch League a reason to drop her even as a reservist. Then again, healing from a concussion was no laughing matter. ”How are you Dicky—aside from…half asleep?” Addy had always maintained a close friendship with Dicky. The Slytherin and Ravenclaw had found many overlapping beliefs as well as someone who took academics as seriously as she did. Plus, Addy could only handle at most two friends who would run across a room at launch themselves at her with a hug. And Brígh, as her other half, always carried the intensity of two people.
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Richard Myron Woods-Knox
LIFE THIRD YEAR - ARCHIVIST MERLIN'S MYSTICAL MUSEUM OF MAGIC ASSISTANT ARCHIVIST
43 posts
played by Chanel
— it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe.
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last online Apr 25, 2024 16:22:50 GMT -7
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Apr 9, 2024 12:55:16 GMT -7
Post by Richard Myron Woods-Knox on Apr 9, 2024 12:55:16 GMT -7
LOOKING FRESHLY DUG UP, RICHIE PICKED THE sleep from his eyes as he faced Addy's stone-faced wrath. She looked terribly put together, considering Richie was still knee-deep in dream world. "I did..." He mumbled, his mouth still too dry to form good sentences without sounding like he'd swallowed a razor blade. "I invited you... to my new place..." It had been another demand of his overbearing older sister, Richie thought as he stumbled back a step to make room for Addy in his narrow flat doorway. He had to invite his friends over, not stew in his bedroom until he fused with the mattress, or so she had said.
"M'sfine." Richie mumbled, rubbing his eye again until he saw stars. His back knocked against the wall of the hallway and he sidestepped his own shoes to let Addy through the small entry space. Richie remembered hearing about her injury, he'd been at the game actually, and it had scared him enough that he'd pushed the invite much harder than he would have if she hadn't gone and knocked herself off her broom. Richie was terribly frightened of losing anybody, especially Addy. "Are you better?" He asked quietly, giving her a sweeping stare from head-to-toe. "You look fine." He added with a helpful shrug.
Following behind Addy, Richie was almost like a guest in his own house. Crossing his arms to keep the post-sleep chill from his bones as he kicked a leg out to nudge the back of her calf and motion his chin toward the kitchen door she had passed. "My tongue feels like s-s-sandpaper," He stuttered, squinting at the bright light streaming through the kitchen window. He ducked into the fridge and pulled out two glass bottles of butterbeer his sister had dropped off for him. He handed one blindly to Addy and leaned against the small wooden breakfast bar erected along one side of the narrow kitchen.
"M'okay." He shrugged carelessly. "I have a- a placement with the archive at the Mystical Museum." He mumbled, popping the cap from his bottle and watching the white foam fizz toward the spout before covering it with his mouth just before it overflowed. The foam was so sweet his teeth ached, but he threw back a gulp anyway. "I have my own portkey... to Wales." He snorted into his bottle with a secret smirk. "How's the bench?" He asked carelessly, but his eyes were sharp with a private concern.
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addilyn elara slater
HOGWARTS ALUM HOLYHEAD HARPIES RESERVE PLAYER
360 posts
played by vanessa
I just wanna feel somethin', tell me where to go
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currently online
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Apr 10, 2024 12:02:58 GMT -7
Post by addilyn elara slater on Apr 10, 2024 12:02:58 GMT -7
don't let yourself down don't let yourself go Slowly, the pieces were clicking for her friend. Addy felt as if she could see the gears turning in that mind of his. She entered and began to take stock of the flat. It was nice, and she knew he shared it with others. At their age, it felt the best way to afford anything. Addy liked her living situation, however. Plus, often, the house wasn’t full because Cursebreakers were always traveling somewhere. ”I’m fine.” Addy insisted, probably a little too forcefully. She hadn’t felt her concussion was all that serious either, not like some she had heard about. But the last thing she needed was to become some liability for any Quidditch team.
Even during her time with the Slytherin team and all the various injuries and accidents, Addy never once received a concussion. But this was the big leagues, after all. She was pulled from her thoughts by something touching her leg. Immediately she looked at Dicky, who motioned toward another room. Taking the butter beer, she twisted off the cap and immediately drank before the fizz overflowed. Magic couldn’t explain why Butterbeer always did that in a bottle. It had always been Addy’s favorite, at least until she learned to stomach whisky.
”Do you like it?” When he shared the news of his post-school placement, Addy felt there wasn’t a better job for him. She supposed he was lucky to find that whereas she struggled to find her footing and still felt unbalanced. ”I don’t think I’ve been since…I don’t think Grey had started his first year yet.” That was a long time ago, clearly. So, Addy couldn’t have been more than eight or nine at most. Had she been drinking, the liquid would’ve been inhaled into her lungs. Addy let her gaze narrow and linger on Dicky. Part of Addy didn’t want to acknowledge the question. ”Boring.” She finally admitted, returning to her butterbeer. ”Healers have me on limited flying time for the month.” She didn’t even hide the bitterness anymore.
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