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WITH VENGEANCE
“That sounds wonderful,” Marlene admitted with a tinkling sort of laugh. She imagined Tilden in a tiny, little flat with plants taking up more room than the furniture and though it was impractical, it fit him so nicely. She found herself smiling at the thought, gratitude pouring out of her for a boy she barely knew at all. “You are sunlight,” she told him, honesty in her eyes.
Perhaps it was an odd thing to say, but she meant it the second it came out. She had always had a broken filter, but in that moment it must’ve been on her side. He really was sunlight, bringing dead plants to life and shining light on the darkest of souls.
Marlene supposed there were spirits much darker than hers out there but even still. She felt the light touch her. It almost felt as though it shined against her skin and brought color to the vision of a corpse. She had been through so much over the past four weeks. Her brain couldn’t hold it all after a certain amount of time and her memory no longer served as an active part of her. And yet, as quickly as the fear had come, she felt the path of healing unwind. It was remarkable to Marlene that all it took was a couple of plants and a face that screamed innocence. She laughed again, “Pure sunlight.”
It was wonderful. His life, if not for the war, was wonderful. And he could feel guilty about it, or he could try and share it with others. Though there was always more that he could do. (The guilt always stayed.)
At her second compliment, Tilden flushed, red heating his cheeks as he looked down at his hands, one shoulder shrugging. It was an unusual compliment, but that only seemed to give it more worth. A little gift of words from Marlene to Tilden, laughter emanating from her. Still, he couldn’t help the pleased grin that spread across his face, a soothing of any responsibility he had. This is why he had wanted to go into healing. To help others, to ease their burdens, in whatever little ways he could. And sometimes, even this would be enough for now.
“Thanks, you’re not too bad yourself.” The blush faded slightly, Tilden shifting to sit a little taller. “Though I don’t really know how to follow a compliment like that. It means - it means a lot.” Tilden smiled down at his hands, sitting in the silence for a moment.
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☾ TILDEN ⇢ { @tildentoots }
☼ IF THERE WAS ANYONE on the face of this fear-ridden universe who continued holding onto the steadfast innocence of their once calm, almost optimistic community, it would have to be Pandora. After years of living in a place where bloodshed was seen as a common occurrence and fear ran rampant in people’s hearts, she hated the idea that she might just be growing used to this sinful universe… that she could be jaded for life and there would be no coming back from it. Thus, from that realization forward, she sought out every opportunity to keep her humanity intact and grasp onto every last hint of the girl she had once been before Tom Riddle revealed his dark side to the world.
This might not be the safest excursion on her list of ‘Things I Want to Accomplish Before I Eventually Get Killed in this Bloody War’ (cheery, huh?), but skydiving seemed quite fun from what she had read about on one of those Muggle websites a friend had shown her, right after he’d sworn her to secrecy about not divulging his computer-techie passions to the wrong person. “No one can be trusted these days”, he had huffed to her while maneuvering some device called a ‘mouse’ - yes, a mouse like the one that nibbles on cheese and lives in a hole in the wall.
Her long-time buddy that she had personally found to be the perfect companion for this journey had no idea what he was in for as the starry-eyed blonde came skipping into his unlocked home — it never seemed to be locked shut when she was visiting for some reason, something she admired about Tilden. He was probably one of the most empathetic people she knew, compassionate to the core and never in a self-seeking sort of way. A glorious variety of different plant breeds were scattered - somehow neatly- around the room she found him inhabiting and she took the scene in with an inquisitively enamored gaze before giving him a casual wave. Clearly, she visited him often as the unconcerned look on his face didn’t give away any surprise that she was here without a single warning. “We’re going skydiving today!” She informed him in the most nonchalant and buoyant tone as the female plopped onto the cushioned seat next to him, a bright grin fixed upon her lips.
Soft jazz spun lazy notes through the apartment, accompanying hot tea (it was a citrus honey blend - worth trying again), his large fluffy socks, and a good book. Well, in Tilden’s case it was a good book - just one on the plants of Middle Earth. Turns out that you could replicate a lot of the effects with a bit of magic in the soil and hypothetical cross breeding.
It wasn’t often that Tilden got to be quiet - even as he hummed along and tapped his fingers - and it was so far enjoyable. Reading tended to suck people into the printed page, even as he drank the tea more and more quickly, until he was left with an empty mug. He sighed, then put the book to a side and was about to get up to get changed and do some exercise when the door burst open - providing the relief he needed.
A large grin spread across his face and Tilden collapsed back onto the couch, lifting one hand in a lazy wave. It was always fun to get a suprise visit from friends (the wards around his flat probably let in too many people), especially from Pandora. They had clicked almost as soon as they had met, her belief in the goodness of humanity, of hope and faith, it only ever seemed to amplify his own. Dark thoughts were always banished, and her presence could only reinvigorate a desire to do the best with the life presented to you.
“Skydiving?” A thrill of fear, momentary confusion, before excitement fell into place. Thrumming with sudden energy, Tilden turned to face Pan where she sat next to him, eagerly asking “Where, when, how, what?!”
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helpful acquaintances | katrina & tilden
Dark curls rustled around her face as Katrina made her way down the street, cloak secured around her, hand near her wand at all time. There was nothing to say she would need it, of course. But she knew it was always better to be prepared than to regret it later. Winter was brutal, no matter how lucky London had been to recover from the storms.
Her sneakers slapped against the pavement with every step she took, offering something to focus on with each stride. She walked with a purpose, knowing exactly where she was going, keeping her head down. It was a force of habit, by now, when walking the streets– residual from years past, built upon from old fears returning in recent days.
Arriving at her destination, Katrina tugged the door open, a bell chiming welcome as she entered. The inside of the shop reminded her very much of the greenhouses of Hogwarts. Warm, with the distinct smell of mulch that Katrina had long since come to terms with, that could never be covered. Glancing around, she suddenly felt incredibly self conscious; she had been fine in Herbology, during her school days– but that had been years ago. Looking around now, she was distinctly aware of the way in which she seemed to awkwardly be standing in the stop, suddenly feeling very unsure of herself.
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It was still a bit chilly outside, but Tilden didn’t notice, humming as he was, cleaning the soil from the ground and stocking the shelves, little day to day tasks slotted between customers. This was another one of the lulls, so he turned the music on the radio a bit louder (he could have one of those programs) singing the snatches of lyrics that he recognised.
The wind-chime over the door rang as it opened, and Tilden took a step behind a shelf as the wind rushed in, before stepping back to greet the customer. It was Katrina - they had seen each other over the course of their Aversio membership, Tilden taking note for the same reason as everyone else. She was a Parkinson. She was also pretty sharp and had far too much distrust thrown her way for someone who had given everything.
She looked around - again in that hesitant way - so Tilden made his way forward, making himself known. “Heyo, what can I do you for today?”
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additives | t.t & s.s
♠ HE SHOULD HAVE EXPECTED THE QUESTIONS. He wasn’t going to divulge which plants - he’d already researched the growing environments required for each of the poison plants he would be planting. But he still should have expected the questions, and so the flash of irritation that flashed across his brain should have been unwarranted.
He follows the boy. Tilen? Tidan? Tilden? Severus doesn’t care much. “ I already have the seeds. Relatively small plants. A little temperamental. ”
It was rare that they had someone come into the shop with pure business on their mind, but it did happen sometimes. Thankfully, the rarity meant that he tended to enjoy his job. The plants never deserved this kind of hurried environment around them.
“I can get you small pots, a trowel, generic imbued soil, and a sunshine dome?” Tilden led the way to the side of the shop, where the various items in question were hanging. Temperamental plus the pale skin meant that they almost definitely would need the dome to provide extra sunshine.
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Hogwarts Common Room Scents: Hufflepuff
(inspired by superagentpeggycarter‘s post)
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Modern Hufflepuff Boys
You’re dripping like a saturated sunrise / You’re spilling like an overflowing sink // halsey
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“You might belong in Hufflepuff, Where they are just and loyal, Those patient Hufflepuffs are true, And unafraid of toil”
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HP Moodboards | Hufflepuff
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Hogwarts in Pastel; Hufflepuff
Spreading cheer like butter on toast.
Hufflepuff | Ravenclaw | Slytherin | Gryffindor
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make me choose challenge: Gryffindor or Hufflepuff
Now, there are a few things you should know about Hufflepuff house. First of all, let’s deal with a perennial myth about the place, which is that we’re the least clever house. WRONG. Hufflepuff is certainly the least boastful house, but we’ve produced just as many brilliant witches and wizards as any other. […]
Hufflepuffs are trustworthy and loyal. We don’t shoot our mouths off, but cross us at your peril; like our emblem, the badger, we will protect ourselves, our friends and our families against all-comers. Nobody intimidates us.
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Hogwarts House: Hufflepuff
“Hard workers were most worthy of admission.”
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you might belong in H U F F L E P U F F, where they are just and loyal, those patient hufflepuffs are true, and unafraid of toil;
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‘’You never tell a girl you like her. It makes you look like an idiot.’’
“That’s an…odd mentality. And you’ve got a funny look on your face, are you alright?”
