Violeta Roux
- Status:
- Pure-blood
- Birthday:
- 22 Mar 2012
- Nationality:
- American
- Residence:
- Manchester, England
- Function:
- Fourth year, Quidditch player, Writer, Slytherin
- Wand:
- 35,6 cm aspen wood and dragon heartstring
owl for threads 
— previously hannah blossom
— previously hannah blossomooc info + for the author
Reducio
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'i’m intimidated by the fear of being average'
'she wasn’t fragile like a flower, she was fragile like a bomb'
'you have to take things as they are, not how you hear they’re supposed to be'
'mori memorias, non somnia'
'it's immortality, my darlings'
'the trees, like lungs, filling with air. my sister - the mean one - pulling my hair'
'there is no exquisite beauty without some strangeness in the proportion'
'be wise. be brave. be tricky.'
'vincere aut mori'
'aúsi, nos paramas'
'i am forever chained to myself; that's what i am, and that's what i must try to live with'
'she's a mess of gorgeous chaos and you can see it in her eyes'
'like i said, she's moody'
'here, in the forest, dark and deep, i offer you, eternal sleep'
'how i delight, in serene melancholy'
'the little girl just could not sleep because her thoughts were way too deep her mind had gone out for a stroll and fallen down a rabbit hole'
'maybe you weren't a terrible person, maybe you were just fifteen'
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quotes
'i’m intimidated by the fear of being average'
'she wasn’t fragile like a flower, she was fragile like a bomb'
'you have to take things as they are, not how you hear they’re supposed to be'
'mori memorias, non somnia'
'it's immortality, my darlings'
'the trees, like lungs, filling with air. my sister - the mean one - pulling my hair'
'there is no exquisite beauty without some strangeness in the proportion'
'be wise. be brave. be tricky.'
'vincere aut mori'
'aúsi, nos paramas'
'i am forever chained to myself; that's what i am, and that's what i must try to live with'
'she's a mess of gorgeous chaos and you can see it in her eyes'
'like i said, she's moody'
'here, in the forest, dark and deep, i offer you, eternal sleep'
'how i delight, in serene melancholy'
'the little girl just could not sleep because her thoughts were way too deep her mind had gone out for a stroll and fallen down a rabbit hole'
'maybe you weren't a terrible person, maybe you were just fifteen'