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isabella flores β¦ second year β¦ slytherin
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isabella flores β¦ second year β¦ slytherin
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isabella flores β¦ second year β¦ slytherin
| __________ | [ iv. the chronicles of flores ] ==theyβre burning all the witches, even if you arenβt one
Reducio β¦ astronomical | before hogwarts juniper kelly γas much as i love my privileges, old pureblood parties are honestly no fun. but i saw a girl who seemed to be in the same shoes as me Reducio β¦ of lineage and locomotives | september 1, 2024 rafal devereux γthe train ride was rather uneventful except some conversations between me and the pretty boy sitting across from me. thank god he was a pureblood. β wet behind the ears | march 16, 2025 sebastian drake γmy first encounter with a mudblood didn't end well. this one pushed me into the lake and made a big fuss about me ruining his precious little shirt which probably cost nothing compared to a pearl on my hairpin. βοΈ the spring soiree | april 11, 2025 hans jenssen γi hate to admit it, but he is somewhat attractive. however, i wish to never see his face again, at least not with any drinks in hand. βGod, but life is loneliness despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of "parties" with no purpose, despite the false grinning faces we all wear. And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter - they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long. β ββββββββ ππ’ππππ πππππ
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isabella flores β¦ second year β¦ slytherin
| __________ |  character inspo. amy marchγin little women by louisa may alcott elizabeth bennetγin pride and prejudice by jane austen regina georgeγin mean girls by tina fey scarlett oβharaγin gone with the wind by margaret mitchell charlotte la bouffγin princess and the frog by disney princess giselleγin enchanted by disney |
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isabella flores β¦ second year β¦ slytherin
BIOGRAPHY.
eris swann and caden flores did not marry for love, their union was merely a transaction sealed with ancestral ink and the cold arithmetic of blood status. from the eyes of an imposing, blood-purity obsessed mother, it was a perfect match. they never truly had the so-called βloveβ between them, but they tolerated one another, and that was enough.
their mayfair manor stood as a monument to the lie they upheld: ivy strangling georgian brick, windows glinting like piercing eyes, its grandeur a mirror of the other estates lining the street. they dined together under a chandelier that casted shadows sharp enough to cut, speaking of sins and vile ambitions, but never of the hollow spaces between their words.
born to a wealthy, aristocratic family, isabella beatrix flores' childhood consisted of maids, tutors and dresses. from a young age the girl was taught to compose herself with poise and elegance; given the highest education and training in etiquette.
but the girl was far from the perfect blueprint her parents drew. her tongue dripped honey laced with poison, laughter shattered crystal politeness, and her recklessness scraped against the flawless family tapestry. she devoured the rules, then spat them out as a rebellion.
when the hogwarts letter arrived on her 11th birthday, isa finally saw eris smiling for the first time.
βperhaps theyβll break you there,β she mused.
βi'll let them try.β
FIOM. she was five, trapped in the flores vast yet empty dining room, her tiny frame lost in a chair carved from woods older than the familyβs reputation. isa sat silent and forgotten in the velvet high chair and stared into space as her parents debated over her "marriage" to the youngest son of some pureblood family.
the word βdutyβ slipped from caden's mouth.
something snapped.
the chandelier erupted.
it was a storm. glass shards hurtled through the air like startled birds, severing portraits of ancestors as wine goblets wept crimson onto expensive linens. yet isa sat untouched, a single piece of glass hovering inches from her eye - not in threat, but approval. it glinted in the light, like some blade of a sharp jagged dagger.
If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.γγ
βββ ππ’ππππ πππππ
eris swann and caden flores did not marry for love, their union was merely a transaction sealed with ancestral ink and the cold arithmetic of blood status. from the eyes of an imposing, blood-purity obsessed mother, it was a perfect match. they never truly had the so-called βloveβ between them, but they tolerated one another, and that was enough.
their mayfair manor stood as a monument to the lie they upheld: ivy strangling georgian brick, windows glinting like piercing eyes, its grandeur a mirror of the other estates lining the street. they dined together under a chandelier that casted shadows sharp enough to cut, speaking of sins and vile ambitions, but never of the hollow spaces between their words.
born to a wealthy, aristocratic family, isabella beatrix flores' childhood consisted of maids, tutors and dresses. from a young age the girl was taught to compose herself with poise and elegance; given the highest education and training in etiquette.
but the girl was far from the perfect blueprint her parents drew. her tongue dripped honey laced with poison, laughter shattered crystal politeness, and her recklessness scraped against the flawless family tapestry. she devoured the rules, then spat them out as a rebellion.
when the hogwarts letter arrived on her 11th birthday, isa finally saw eris smiling for the first time.
βperhaps theyβll break you there,β she mused.
βi'll let them try.β
FIOM. she was five, trapped in the flores vast yet empty dining room, her tiny frame lost in a chair carved from woods older than the familyβs reputation. isa sat silent and forgotten in the velvet high chair and stared into space as her parents debated over her "marriage" to the youngest son of some pureblood family.
the word βdutyβ slipped from caden's mouth.
something snapped.
the chandelier erupted.
it was a storm. glass shards hurtled through the air like startled birds, severing portraits of ancestors as wine goblets wept crimson onto expensive linens. yet isa sat untouched, a single piece of glass hovering inches from her eye - not in threat, but approval. it glinted in the light, like some blade of a sharp jagged dagger.
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If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.γγ
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