I don't give a fuck about you so don't bother. I won't spend the night, so my side will be cold before you wake up. If it makes you feel better, I'll smile and pretend that everything's okay. The heart is meant to be broken so I don't have one. Been burned once, now I'm fucking the flame.
Just your friendly Hogwartian whore...
"Be careful, I'm the one brewing your healing draft...." - Florence, 1976 |
"A wise girl kisses but doesn't love, Listens but doesn't believe & leaves before she is left.”— Marilyn Monroe
Alright, I sent a message to the admin and if she doesn’t respond in the next three days, I’m going to assume that she’s not with us anymore.
Having said that, if you are all still interested, I will take over again and get things back up and running.
-Lisa x
My mother was a muggle. You figure it out.
Summer. The heat makes people a little crazy. That and its an excuse to take off clothes.
I’m not sure if you’d be the sort to enjoy an evening with me, but— perhaps one of these days, we’ll see.
I think the only evenings I’ll be spending with you, Remus are the ones when I’m patching you up. Again. You can always dream, though. Might give you a better rush than those sweets of yours.
Not so much dragging as it is my willing participation, Florence. And— ah. Well. Casual relations aren’t exactly… My forte. Too much of a romantic, I suppose it’s all those books but, ah… I could bring about more sweets?
Yeah, I guessed as much. Keep the sweets, I’ve always preferred saltier tasting things, anyway. All that love shit in books is great but that’s the difference between a book and real life. In real life, it ain’t so great. You change your mind, let me know. I’ll show you casual relations.
Well, marauding about isn’t always the safest thing to do. I’m sorry for your evening. Perhaps I’ll drop by with a bar of chocolate— try and lighten your night next time?
You mean Black and Potter have been dragging you about. Oh, aren’t you sweet?
I think it’ll take more than chocolate to cheer me up. Doubt you could give it to me, either.
You alright there, Florence?
Little Lupin.
Yeah, fine. Just wish I had spent my evening better. And you? You had some nasty bruises the last time I saw you.
There was like, blood everywhere.
seriouslyhowling said: Believe it or not, underneath this beautiful mop of hair there are brains, Flory.
You sure ‘bout that, Black? No one with half a bran calls me Flory.
seriouslyhowling said: Was that code for ‘sex me up now’?
I saw what you did there, Black. Fuck. Yes.
James was walking down the corridor when he recognized a familiar face. He chuckled at the reactions of the firsties when Florence - who he knew because she worked in the Hospital Wing, which was frequented by him and the other Marauders because of Remus - stuck out her tongue at them. He walked toward her. “Hi, Florence. Ready to start your last year?”
The familiar voice causes the brunette to turn, a brow arching at the sight of James. “Potter,” Amusement rings in her tone. “I already want to hex myself.” She glares a little as second year before smirking as they scurry off. “You ready to land yourself back into the infirmary? I might even poison you this year,”
Florence grinned as she leaned against the cold stone of Hogwarts castle, her green eyes alight as she watched few first and second years scurry past her. The seventh year occasionally stuck out her tongue, grinning as a few gave a startled jump in response.
When the crowd begun to thin, the Ravenclaw sighed, eyes closing for a moment as her head lolled against the stone. “Another year,” She mumbled to herself in a soft voice, already craving some firewhiskey and a cigarette.
Kristen Stewartas Florence Nightingale → Ravenclaw → Seventh Year → TakenBlood Status → Half
Bio → Florence’s muggle mother died when Florence was eight, leaving Florence with the near-constant absence of her father. Hugh Nightingale is an ambitious journalist and has – whenever he is present long enough – pressured his daughter to achieve. It was the reason why Florence rebelled so much, adopting a fierce and intimidating persona, known for her callous and carefree attitude. Tired of her antics, Professor Dumbledore subjected Florence to Infirmary duty as a means to keep Florence out of trouble and to have a productive outlet for her anger. It unnerved Florence to see Poppy Pomfry, a woman that reminder her so much of her mother. It was Fifth year when Florence encountered her first real casualty, without the help and guidance of Poppy. Bertram Aubrey, had been hexed by Sirius and James, causing him to have his head swollen up twice its size. She’s not your usual Ravenclaw - she’s street smart and knows how to protect her heart as well as herself.
Additional Notes: Future Healer of St Mungo’s Hospital
- Florence hates Bertha Jorkins since the girl is always nosing around the Infirmary or talking about Florence’s latest bed partner.
- Friends with Amelia Bones and Emmeline Vance since both seem unfazed by her tough and intimidating attitude.
- She is uncertain about how she feels for Bertram Aubrey, he’s not like any of the boys she usually goes for and yet, his opinion seems to matter.
