Daydreaming in the morning

21 Nov 2025, 18:15

ANNA BLACKBERRY!
HOGWARTS | YEAR 2 | HUFFLEPUFF | ANNA'S SPEECH: "#SPEECH"|WC: 747|21.11.2025 | 07:30

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The sun shone brightly on the sky, although that was not enough to warm the cold wind that brushed against the walls of Hogwarts and messed the hair of those who decided to leave the castle. However, in this moment, not many would decide to go outdoors, as it was the time of morning in which breakfast was ongoing in the Great Hall, and since the vast majority of human beings did eat food, most of the staff and student body of Hogwarts could be found in that enclosure.
One of those many people was a hufflepuff in her second year of Hogwarts, sitting on the corner of her house's table that was closest to the entrance door, with her back turned to the Ravenclaw table. She had just arrived in the Great Hall, and even though it was only seven in the morning, she had already carefully curled her hair into a new hairstyle she was trying, and wearing a fluffy dress for the morning. Of course, that also meant she'd have to leave to her dormitory at least thirty minutes before breakfast was over so she could change to her school robes, since they were unfortunately obligatory to use during classes. A pity! She felt so pretty, dressed in fluffy dresses and those shoes that made her feel like a dainty little doll! And she even always woke up earlier to already pick her outfit and do her hair, too. Despite her still having to change into school robes as soon as she finished eating, it was never "too much work" to dress up this much, even if for a short time.
She got some food for her breakfast, and began feasting upon it. The school's food was great, although she preferred the food the elves from her house made, but it's probably because she preferred the quiet environment from the Blackberry Manor as opposed to this crowded castle that often forced her to wear earmuffs to avoid the overstimulation caused by the excess of people and noises. She retreated to her mind, thinking about the warmness of the dress she was wearing and the coldness of the air, this new, overwhelming world she had been exploring from the moment she stepped into Hogwarts, the strangeness of seeing, every day, people that did not belong to her family, sleeping in a bed that wasn't hers alone, not receiving her mother's gentle hugs everyday. And yet, she didn't dislike this at all. She loved meeting new people, and to her, her friends were like an extension of her own family, so of course they deserved as much love and support as any other Blackberry.
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"Is someone looking at me?", she thought, but shrugged it off, especially because the feeling didn't last for much more than a few seconds. It was only a faint impression that came out of nowhere, perhaps something from her mind. Oh, she had gotten so lost in thought that she had forgotten to keep eating. She picked up her fork and began feeding herself again, watching out so she wouldn't accidentally drop food on her penguin plushie that had been sitting on her lap as her loyal companion, although she imagined it'd likely be tired and sleeping by now. Still, she held its wing (strictly talking, the correct word is flipper) with her free hand, and would caress and play with it even without realizing, as she was often moving her hands or playing with them for a reason she had given up on understanding.
"Okay, someone's DEFINITELY looking at me."
She suddenly turned around, making Aoibheann (that was the name of her plushie) fall face-first on her lap, and she began scanning the room for the eyes that were laying upon her, which was a rather difficult task in this crowded hall. However, she soon spotted who she sought for: A boy, just a bit taller than her (as the vast majority of people were). He was quite pale and skinny, and his eyes were light, blue, big... And quite unfocused? As if he wasn't quite looking at her. Did he zone out? Then again, it's quite unfortunate that he got distracted while looking at her and her specifically while she was lost in such personal thoughts. However, this look was beginning to make her uncomfortable, and she stood up with Aoibheann on her hand, decided to ask that he zones out looking somewhere else. Or something along those lines.

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Stamina: 7
Evasion: 3
Strength: 3
Wisdom: 9
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Earmuff, hair, dress, shoes
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Why is he staring at me?

21 Nov 2025, 19:28

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It's early in the morning at Hogwarts, most students are up and about in the great hall- eating breakfast, chatting with friends or simply enjoying their food in silence.

For Azrael, it's been a pretty peaceful morning...but like always, he's internally suffering from the amount of light coming from the windows, his skin is starting to sting from it- the worst part is that the windows are huge... really, who's idea was it to put so many?

Azrael's family have always been night owls and loners, living in the middle of nowhere, more active during nighttime than during the day- and of course, only ever going out at night for errands or outings... people often confused them for vampires of sorts, which, obviously they aren't- but still...it's not often you see a family of 3 out with matching umbrellas, dressed in all black like they're heading for a funeral at 1 PM, looking miserable as they stand in the shade and try to get whatever they're there to do quickly- so there's really no question on why they're so pale, who wouldn't be on 0 sunlight and only stepping out at night?

Azrael isn't used to so much chatter, his parents are quiet and calm- and he doesn't have any friends or other family members who hang around all day, so it's not a shock he isn't used to it- he stayed up for most of the night, sort of forgetting he had classes in the morning... because when you're used to sleeping during the day, you don't think twice about staying up past 12 PM.

"...really, what's even the point of me bringing this when I have to sit in between multiple people?it's not like I can open it."

He mumbled to himself, voice monotone and face unchanging like always...he's reffering to his umbrella, the one his parents gifted him at birth...and also the one that matches theirs- now, WHO brings an umbrella to breakfast? Azrael of course, probably no one else though...while it doesn't have any details on the handle, whenever any dark shadows cast over it- wether that's by someone walking past or standing up- small, glittering words appear briefly:

"The Sun's shadow knows no fear, no dawn. Is the watcher always watched, or simply drawn?"

and then would quickly dissapear whenever the monetary shadow did...it was a riddle of sorts, noticable only in the dark- you'd have to be stand in front of it to see it.

since his skin was starting to become flushed and red from the sun rays, stinging because it's not used to the hot sun rays hitting his skin directly, and he can't open his umbrella in the middle of breakfast- he slowly started spacing out...

"why would anyone ever enjoy the sun? Is there some sort of way of enjoying the heat that I'm not aware of?" He thought, unblinking owl like eyes staring ahead blankly, he didn't even realize he was doing it- "... I'd never understand the need to chew loudly." He thought again, especially since the person next to him was chewing loudly and with their mouth open, spitting traces of food on everyone's plate whenever he laughed out loud or spoke with food in his mouth... pretty unsanitary, really.

He didn't even register the footsteps coming his way, barely glancing up slowly when he heard them stop in Front of him...he's not startled easily, so- him looking up slowly meant he looked more eerie... almost like he was about to jump at you from where he was sitting (when you have eyes that big, anyone considers you creepy).

"...May I help you?"

He suddenly spoke up- looking at the girl in front of him calmly...now that he looks at her, her dress is actually very pretty- he's not one to dress colorfully, but he can admit to himself that it's a good fashion choice.

although he can probably tell she came to him because he was staring...it's a bad habit of his, wether or not he was spacing out- he always stares you in the eye like he's trying to hypnotize you- when really, he's just very direct.

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"The Sun's shadow knows no fear, no dawn. Is the watcher always watched, or simply drawn?" -About Azrael

"The Sun's shadow knows no fear, no dawn. Is the watcher always watched, or simply drawn?"

22 Nov 2025, 20:20

ANNA BLACKBERRY!
HOGWARTS | YEAR 2 | HUFFLEPUFF | ANNA'S SPEECH: "#SPEECH"|WC: 461| 21.11.2025 | 07:30

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Anna walked to his direction with decisive steps, and although her movements were quite light, much like the maneuvers of a ballerina, her fluffy dress and lacey doll shoe did cause some contrast with her unyielding expression that made her look even firmer than she intended to come off as. Not that she realized this; if she did, she would've attempted to look softer, as it would not be of her taste to know she looked this severe over such a small thing. However, when she was close enough to him that he realized her presence, he suddenly looked up with his light blue eyes that were even a bit bigger than Anna's round own eyes. And then he asked...
"...May I help you?"
Although Anna didn't change her decisive expression, she did think about how polite it was to ask that, which did put him in a positive light, at least in her eyes. When she did stop, it was too close to him, in his personal space, as she didn't quite realize that most people didn't appreciate her invading their personal space. It didn't help that she leaned towards him, pointing at his chest, finger pressed against it. Then, both of their eyes met; his, hypnotizing and tired; hers, intense and attentive. Both of them were blue, big, and strange, although for different reasons.
"You've been looking at me for a while now. I want you to stop."
Which was quite the funny thing to ask, when right now she was making a sort of eye contact that was so intense and attentive, and she didn't look away from his eyes for about as much as a second, as though she was meeting the most important person of her life. Then again, that was the same look she gave to about everyone else... If she was paying attention on what they said, that is...
She did notice how his clothes were dark, which only added to his already existing eerie aura. It was quite simple, Anna noticed. And yet, it was a horrible fashion choice for the day. She didn't give him a chance to respond to her previous statement before following with:
"That's not a good outfit choice. Black absorbs heat. You'll end up feeling hot later and getting all sweaty. You should wear some color so you won't feel as hot."
That wasn't strictly true, but not strictly false either. It depended on variables such as the wind and the tightness of the outfit. But Anna wasn't really aware of that, she just knew that some black outfits tended to absorb the heat.
"...But I like your umbrella. It's elegant. You should keep it."
She finally took her fingers off him, but still didn't look away from him or step away.

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Strength: 3
Wisdom: 9
Arcane Power: 7
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Earmuff, hair, dress, shoes
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Why is he staring at me?

22 Nov 2025, 21:22

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Azrael didn't seem bothered by her standing so close- if anything, he just stared right back like he always does- it's always unnerved people the way he stares...he never seems to blink, or at least does so when no one's watching- he always has a blank expression on his face, to the point where no one knows what he's thinking...he didn't seem bothered by her touching him either, didn't even flinch- if anything, he seemed to actually be listening to what she was saying.

he slowly looked down at clothes when she told him he'd get hot with them on...but the thing is, this was the most "fresh" thing he owned, after all- he and his family have always dressed in a more gothic style, with thick layers and mostly black clothes.... everything he owns to wear is black, maybe with a few tints of red or blue here and there... but that's about it.

"...This is the freshest thing I own."

he responded, voice calm and monotone- has he blinked on e during this whole thing? Not really, is he going to? Probably not...with such big eyes, it's a wonder they don't dry out quickly- especially since he doesn't seem to blink much.

"...I apologize for staring, it's a bad habit of mine."

despite being a first year, he speaks like he's 60 years old and in the victorian era- why? No idea, that's... probably just how he was raised- that, or he picked it up from somewhere and just stuck with it- it happens sometimes.

Suddenly, his eyes trailed down to her clothes- as if taking in everything about them.

"...correct me if I'm wrong, but... wouldn't you get hot also? Your clothes are pretty thick."

he shifted his umbrella as someone next to him stood up- so as to make sure they didn't trip on it...when he did, it opened slightly, and a gush of incredibly cold air rushed out- it seems to be enchanted to release cold air whenever in use, but it's not ANY cold air- it's enough to have you shivering and frozen, and he doesn't even seem bothered by it- not one bit, he didn't even flinch when it opened, simply reached down and closed it again, even as the people around him quickly turned to look at where the cold air had come from- it was like getting hit with a bucket of air straight from the artic, so who wouldn't look?

"...I get hot easily regardless of what I'm wearing."

He spoke up again, blinking for the first time in minutes as he looked up at her again.

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"The Sun's shadow knows no fear, no dawn. Is the watcher always watched, or simply drawn?" -About Azrael

"The Sun's shadow knows no fear, no dawn. Is the watcher always watched, or simply drawn?"

23 Nov 2025, 17:43

ANNA BLACKBERRY!
HOGWARTS | YEAR 2 | HUFFLEPUFF | ANNA'S SPEECH: "#SPEECH"|WC: 710 | 21.11.2025 | 07:30

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Anna jumped away when the cold arctic wind rushed from the graceful umbrella she complimented just moments ago, and caused herself and others to look at him with some level of strangeness. Upon recovering her composure, she returned to his personal space, which she had been invading for a while now, though he didn't seem bothered at all by this. However, she didn't immediately respond his words. There was a lot to unpack here, and she already took some time to normally process what other people were saying, and all of this caused her to spend several seconds without saying anything or changing her expression, and only well over ten seconds she spoke again, leaning closer to the Gryffindor boy than she had before, nearly touching their noses, holding Aoibheann tightly and close to her legs, and now she had a joyful smile on her face, one that revealed her slightly big front teeth; an enthusiastic smile that made her blue eyes glow with delight and ecstasy.
"I like your umbrella."
... Ah. Mint toothpaste. She had just said this, and yet she repeated it more intensely now, after seeing what it's capable of.
It was true. She was impressed, if a bit scared by the sudden cold. Still, this use of magic, so unexpected and unpredictable, excited her, and she felt like an impressionable child. This type of safe novelty made her feel all the chemistry of her happier neurotransmitters.
She wasn't bothered by his unblinking eye contact, though kept in the back of her mind to remind him to keep blinking in case he forgot, so his eyes wouldn't go dry. As a matter of fact, she felt very appreciated by his unbreakable eye contact, since it was her way of showing she's paying attention at the conversation and nobody else aside from her father reciprocates, at least not in her intensity or as long as she does. So she's happy someone finally does.
"And I accept your apology."
She tilted her head, looking at him, studying him, as though scrutinizing him. But really, she was just curious about him.
There was something else that required her response. It was regarding her own outfit, which he pointed out was also thick and would likely make her feel hot in this weather, no differently from his black cape. It's true, it was hot and fluffy, but because of how fuzzy it was, it felt like it would protect her from external dangers, even though she logically knew there was none. But the people were loud and the crowd felt as though it was suffocating her. So picking the dress that made her feel homely warmth and safety to contrast the scary and painful loudness from the school was comforting, and its thickness felt like it put some distance between "her" and "others", letting her retreat to her mind and distract herself with her thoughts instead of having to pay attention at the many people surrounding her. And she was going to change in about half an hour anyways...
"I know my outfit is thick, but I'll change as soon as I finish breakfast anyways, and it feels like it's protecting me in this crowded hall. Besides, this fabric is very breathable, so even if it doesn't look like it, I'm not going to sweat or get too hot."
She untilted her head, with a more thoughtful now.
"... Are you sure you don't get hot because of the fabric you're wearing? Or because that cape is too long? I don't know what kind of outfit you like more, so maybe if you got something light, breathable and that didn't cover as much skin, you'd get less hot? I'd hate feeling hot all the time... So if you find a long piece of fabric that's like that, we could weave you something else."
Only then it struck Anna that if he feels hot constantly, then there's the possibility he already tried a different type of clothing and it didn't help, and her offer felt futile. As opposed to her natural clear and loud eloquent verbose, she took a slightly meeker tone of voice and tried to quickly amend her previous statement.
"I-I mean, we could try that if you hadn't before."

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Ooh, I loved your previous post! Azrael is so interesting :o

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Stamina: 7
Evasion: 3
Strength: 3
Wisdom: 9
Arcane Power: 7
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Earmuff, hair, dress, shoes
Coded by Cirrus Nam

Maybe a different fabric would help?

23 Nov 2025, 22:07

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OOC notes: thanks! It took me a long while to come up with his character lol, yours is pretty cool too!

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Azrael is NOT a dhampir or a vampire, he's just weird, his skin is sensitive to the sun because he and his family are loners and prefer going out sometimes at night only because it usually means that not a lot of people are around, which has caused his skin to not get used to the sun properly and thus now it gets red and irritated when he's out during the day if he doesn't have any protection from the sun- yes, he's considered unsettling and eerie but it's not his aura, it's his eyes, they're big and owl like and he has a bad habit of accidentally spacing out and staring at people intently when they talk, so people consider him eerie, this was placed here to prevent misunderstandings.

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Azrael didn't move back when she moved back into his personal space, he didn't even blink when their noses were practically touching- if anything, his staring simply remained as intense and eerie like always...by now, whoever he was looking at would be long gone- after all, the longest anyone's ever stayed whenever he's making eye contact- has only ever barely been 2 minutes.

Without counting his parents, of course- they have the same eerie stare he has, it's where he got it from obviously- still, it feels strange having someone outside his family be able to make eye contact with him without awkwardly leaving after a few seconds of silent staring.

He didn't seem surprised or excited when the girl offered to weave him something...then again, he didn't seem like he hated the idea either- if anything, the fact that he hasn't gotten up and left is an indicator that he probably won't say no.
____________________••_____________________§- "...No, I haven't tried it...if it's your wish to weave me something, then we can try it out."
____________________••_____________________He spoke up suddenly after she finished talking, he doesn't seem like the type of person to say no to something- especially not the type to have any preferences on what to do to pass the time...an old lady could go up to him and ask him to accompany her to the store and he'll probably go without question...it's something his parents are still working on trying to get him to stop doing, as he seems to just not care about what he does as long as he's not hurting anyone...or anything, he likes animals, magical creatures and small critters- and yes, even ants.
_____________________••____________________§- "...I don't know much about weaving, but I imagine it's something that takes skill and time, do you need materials apart from the cloth?"
____________________••_____________________And just like that, as if he was talking about the weather- he reached inside a small pocket on his clothes, pulling out a small Coin Pouch and opening it quietly, as if about to look for money to send to his parents for them to buy some materials for him and send them back
For the weaving.

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"The Sun's shadow knows no fear, no dawn. Is the watcher always watched, or simply drawn?" -About Azrael

"The Sun's shadow knows no fear, no dawn. Is the watcher always watched, or simply drawn?"

24 Nov 2025, 01:52

ANNA BLACKBERRY!
HOGWARTS | YEAR 2 | HUFFLEPUFF | ANNA'S SPEECH: "#SPEECH"|WC: 641 | 21.11.2025 | 07:30

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Anna was happy he accepted her offer, or she would've felt really awkward in that moment. Her poise returned, and she took her time to think, putting her finger on her chin and putting some distance between their faces, though her body remained practically glued to his. True, weaving took skill and time, but at least it took less time than crochet and produced better results. That said, being reminded that something she did so habitually took time and skill made her puff her chest a little in pride.
Either way, she already had all she needed to begin weaving, but it the utensils aren't the only thing she needed to make an outfit to someone.
"I have all the equipment I need. But I'll need your body measures, the color you want and exactly what piece of clothing you want me to ma--....."
She abruptly went quiet and looked away with a blank expression.
"I don't know how to make pants", she suddenly thought to herself. Of course she didn't, she was taught to weave to make outfits for HERSELF when she was feeling too perfectionist to trust that others will do what she wants in perfection. She doesn't wear pants, she hates them and how they feel on her hips. That is the same reason for her to only ever wear dresses. It had never been any trouble, and dresses are more feminine anyways, which is the way she feels more comfortable in being perceived. But because of this, she doesn't really know how to weave pants. She quickly decided to take another path, an easier one.
"...Actually, I think I'll weave a cape like the one you're wearing. But you still need to tell me your measurements and chosen color."
Capes are some of the easiest pieces to make anyways, only a few measurements are required. And it's not like she was about offer to weave him a dress or a skirt; boys don't wear those things, after all. Such was the belief that had been passed to her by her mother and grandmother; an undeniably outdated belief, but one that Anna had accepted as reality because it was from the family she grew up with and relied so closely on. And again regarding her family, she remembered how vain her own family was, how common and incentivized it was to fill your closet to the brim with jewelry and outfits for every occasion, and how they taught her all the rules of dressing up, how to make herself be perceived the way she wanted to, how to modify the layers of one piece of clothing to look completely diffenrent and what color and fabric to wear each season. Surely they'd know what was the best type of cloth for her new acquaintance's situation?
Anna spoke up with wider eyes now.
"Or maybe... I could ask my family to buy the cloth? My father always knows the way around each fabric, he'd know what to buy... But in that case, you'd have to tell me your family name, so I can tell them what it's for and who I'm giving it to."
Of course, they wouldn't just spend money so Anna could weave something to just anyone; after all, the Blackberry family is a highly prejudiced respected and powerful family, and as the prejudiced powerful family they were, they wouldn't just associate with anyone. Not that the eldest child in the family quite realized or understood the implications of this; she idolized her family and all that they were, turning a blind eye to any of their potentially more visible flaws in favor of highlighting their qualities. Her critical sense was much weaker when it was about her family. Perhaps a side effect from not having known anyone or anything else during the vast majority of her childhood.

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Thank you! I've been developing Anna for a long time too<3 hate this girl (joking)(okay but she does annoy me, like in this post)

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Stamina: 7
Evasion: 3
Strength: 3
Wisdom: 9
Arcane Power: 7
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Earmuff, hair, dress, shoes
Coded by Cirrus Nam

Maybe a different fabric would help?

24 Nov 2025, 02:24

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Azrael is NOT a dhampir or a vampire, he's just weird, his skin is sensitive to the sun because he and his family are loners and prefer going out sometimes at night only because it usually means that not a lot of people are around, which has caused his skin to not get used to the sun properly and thus now it gets red and irritated when he's out during the day if he doesn't have any protection from the sun- yes, he's considered unsettling and eerie but it's not his aura, it's his eyes, they're big and owl like and he has a bad habit of accidentally spacing out and staring at people intently when they talk, so people consider him eerie, this was placed here to prevent misunderstandings.

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Azrael listened quietly to what she was saying, seemingly alright with letting her weave whatever she thought would be best, he wasn't picky- and neither was he about to demand something from someone he just met...not like he'd do it with someone he already knows either.

And so when she asked about his family? He didn't hesitate.
_____________________••____________________§- "... We're the Holloway family."
_____________________••____________________He responded calmly, voice monotone and face blank when he did- now, something that is well known about the Holloway family is that they are loners, they live in a gothic styled manor in the middle of absolutely nowhere- they have weird traditions, like the umbrella one that is often talked about...and the one where every member seems to stop talking to each other and disperse when they have children- never really talking to anyone from their families ever again, but still remember as a member of it, pretty odd, right?

There is a LOT of rumours around the Holloway family, people trying to find out why they're loners, why they prefer living in the middle of nowhere and never see their extended family ever again- people have tried to ask, but like always...the Holloway family gives zero answers, ever.

They're wealthy purebloods that often anonymously help other pureblood families- even though they do it anonymously, everyone knows it's them ..why? Because every letter they send is wrapped in black paper like it's heading to a funeral.

Still, they're the type of people to give you an absurd amount of galleons JUST so you'd live them alone to spend their days in peaceful solitude, they're NEVER seen up and about during the day, much less when there's others nearby, usually only coming out at night for small errands or simply to make sure the world hasn't spontaneously ended and they haven't realized because they're buried somewhere isolated.

They all live in solitude, each manor is in a different place, but each one is ALWAYS somewhere isolated, they simply cannot stand being around so many people or having neighbors bring them cookies when they move in...while they aren't exactly the most friendly looking, they're always the ones to answer letters on the same day they were sent, helping out without saying anything and scaring off curious people that search for their manor by leaving fake warnings carved on trees nearby.

Has Anna's family ever heard of them? No idea, the Holloway family isn't something you talk about in casual conversation, but they DO come up frequently during crisis and when other families need help with something... because somehow, they always seem to know just the right well to help.

And it doesn't end there- both of Azrael's parents attended Hogwarts, and their parents before then and the parents before then too, so it has never been unusual to see a Holloway on the Hogwarts halls, what WOULD be unusual would be to NOT see a Holloway at Hogwarts- and while Azrael's family never enjoyed school, (or anything social for that matter) they know that Hogwarts is a school where their son will learn everything he needs to know...so, generation after generation, they continue to encourage their children into attending, even if they'd do anything to be homeschooled.
_____________________••____________________§- "...my family sometime helps out when other families need something, but we aren't very social...so I don't think you've heard of us, we aren't considered all that important."
______________________••___________________he wouldn't blame her if she didn't, after all- his family keeps to themselves... literally.

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"The Sun's shadow knows no fear, no dawn. Is the watcher always watched, or simply drawn?" -About Azrael

"The Sun's shadow knows no fear, no dawn. Is the watcher always watched, or simply drawn?"

24 Nov 2025, 16:49

ANNA BLACKBERRY!
HOGWARTS | YEAR 2 | HUFFLEPUFF | ANNA'S SPEECH: "#SPEECH"|WC: 353 | 21.11.2025 | 07:30

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Anna nodded when he said his family name. "Holloway". Something about it was... familiar, though her normally excellent memory failed to tell her when. Most likely, she heard it from her grandmother, who knew about every pure-blooded family by memory. Or from her mother, who had a vast range of acquaintances from her time in Hogwarts and easily divided them in "person to befriend" and "person to avoid", and often commented it with the rest of her family. But when did she hear "Holloway"? How? She bited her thumb lightly, as if that would help her remember anything.
"No, I heard your family's name. But where...?"
She looked at him more attentively.
"Holloway... I know that name... I can't remember who said it... But I'm sure my family talked about it at some point..."
She bited her thumb harder, though she didn't realize it nor that it was hurting. Of course, if she had heard it from anyone, most likely it would've been from her family, as they were the ones to teach her most of the things she knows, aside from school subjects, and even then they gave her one or another advice about whatever she was studying. She closed her eyes and kept trying to force the memory back, but her mind was blank. She has heard "Holloway" before, but not why, when or how. There were plenty of names her family talked about and by consequence she knows plenty of pure-blooded surnames and what the Blackberrys think of it.
Anna abruptly released her thumb. She had accidentally broken skin, but it was still too light of a cut to cause bleeding, though her teeth still clearly marked her finger. She shook her head, giving up on trying to remember it; it's not like she had to know now, even though she really wanted to.
"...I'll just ask my parents later. You still ought to tell me your neck and shoulders measurements and what color you want, though, otherwise I can't weave anything. Ah, and you also need to tell me if you want arm slits and a hood."

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@Azrael Holloway

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ooh the holloway family is interestinngg

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Stamina: 7
Evasion: 3
Strength: 3
Wisdom: 9
Arcane Power: 7
Accuracy: 6

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Earmuff, hair, dress, shoes
Coded by Cirrus Nam

Where did I hear 'holloway'...?

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