ᴄᴇᴄɪʟɪᴀ ᴍᴇʀʀɪᴄᴋ・ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ʏᴇᴀʀ・ꜱʟʏᴛʜᴇʀɪɴ - Encyclopedias

Second year, Quidditch Captain, Prefect of Slytherin

10 Sep 2025, 04:04

be not afraid, child...

𝖄ou are standing before a woodland edge. A gentle breeze blows through you, brushing the leaves of the trees facing you, gently twirling to the ground. Within the forest, you see a glimpse, a flash of crimson amongst this infinite of emerald and taupe. What do you do ?

[ ENTER ]

[ STAY HERE ]

enter these woods...
abandon your soul.

PUBLISHED THE FIRST OF APRIL, 2014 BY ELENA CLARK.
HONORABLE MENTION TO EVPRAKSIYA VINOGRADOVA FOR INSPIRATION.

RAWR

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ᴏɴᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴛ ɪɴ ᴀ ꜰᴀɪʀʏᴛᴀʟᴇ ; ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙʏꜱꜱ

ᴇɴᴄʏ: 𓃥

Second year, Quidditch Captain, Prefect of Slytherin

10 Sep 2025, 04:04

❦

𝓐s you step inside, branches suddenly retracts, revealing a carved, twisted path lined by blooming flowers and ripe fruits fallen down.

Your steps are steady and assured, heels digging into the tender soil with determination, as you know your heart is pure and vaillant. Upon taking a sharp turn, you suddenly freeze at an earthborn sight. There, half hidden by an oak, stands a girl made of liquid flames and translucid waters.

Look like the innocent flower ...

❦

❦

... But be the serpent under it.

𝕾he is of surprisingly great stature and holds her chin high. Years of formal fencing and dance instruction have shaped her lithe physique. Wild, flaming locks of titian cascade down her waist and wisps of curls frame her rose-tinged complexion. Below the left corner of her underlip lies a beauty mark no larger than a seed pearl. Curious eyes shimmer like a viridescent sea. As her piercing gaze follow you, seafoam irises reflect a gleam of deviltry that threatens to lure in lost souls. Wanderers scarcely find a sliver of sincerity beneath this mirage. Gaze into them for too long and you may be ensnared by her merciless trickery. Silvery laughter echoes as her soft lips curl into a vulpine smile, baring sharp teeth. Dimpled cheeks lift, accentuating high cheekbones and mirroring her father's mirth.

❦

She is a rambunctious (editing). Her speech is often witty and rarely restrained). Her mellifluous voice is steady and unwavering. Behavioural pattern (impish). Notable expressions and mannerisms. Although her smile is certainly belongs to her father, hints of her mother appears when she scowls.
Uniform style. Clothing Style. An engraved ring of silver sits snugly on her left forefinger. Her usual perfume has warm woody and powdery scent with floral notes. However, her habit of stuffing dried flowers into her pockets often envelope her in herbal aromas. Describe different perfumes she cycles through. Hobbies. Interests. Languages spoken. Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua.

𝖄ou make an attempt at reaching for her, and already she van
ishes into thin air, nymph merging with the forest that birthed her. Though, if you squint, you'd almost believe you can see her... waiting ? Flaming locks of auburn hair disappearing, you need to choose, and quick.

[ FOLLOW HER ]

[ GO BACK ]

ignore the dread filling up your stomach, dear child, and follow this creature made of rotten apples and running rivers.

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ᴏɴᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴛ ɪɴ ᴀ ꜰᴀɪʀʏᴛᴀʟᴇ ; ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙʏꜱꜱ

ᴇɴᴄʏ: 𓃥

Second year, Quidditch Captain, Prefect of Slytherin

10 Sep 2025, 04:05

𝕿his sunforsaken angel guides you through the twisting depths of the woodland. Suddenly, her pace quickens, until you find yourself running after her before you lose her again.

You emerge in a meadow, a clearance in the midst of the blurred deep greens and browns of this labyrinthic forest. Finally you can breathe, tilting your head until the sun bathes your features, taking long and deep inspirations. As your heart slows its frenetic beat, you suddenly grow aware of your surroundings. Four houses stand in the middle of this sunlit meadow, four distinct palaces inviting you to discover their secrets. When your hand reaches for each of their door, you find yourself besieged by visions, fragments of memories that once inhabited these walls. It is not painful, merely strange. And yet, devoured by a curiosity the myths warned against, you continue.

⚓︎

𝕿he first house is ruled by the skies and seas, sand inflitrating your shoes as you slowly push the door.
Quiberon in Brittany, France

⚓︎

𝖄ou hear an serene, soothing voice murming: “tu ne cede malis”. For centuries, Sérents artisans and performers heeded the warnings of the Aeneid; “do not yield to misfortune”.

⚓︎

“𝕾ummers spent at the Sérent chateau were seldom quiet. Banquets and feasts filled these halls with laughter and chatter. Melodies from ensembles enticed guests to twirl across the polished hardwood. Once the excitement died down, I would retreat to my room. I could never sleep without pushing the balcony doors open and inviting crashing waves to lull me to sleep. Quieter days were focused on learning to chassé with a barre or parry on the piste, while afternoons were reserved for picnics with promises of the delictable delicacies. On rare occassions, Parisian performances drew me away from my precious Quiberon. Though they never fell short of spectacular, I always eagerly awaited my return to the sea. I could spent an eternity here and it would still not be enough time.”

⚓︎

𝔘pon preparing to leave, you suddenly notice a porcelain plate, displaying four intact shells. A tag is attached to each, the cursive letters evoking forgotten names swallowed by the waves. As you pick them up, one by one, and run your fingers along their smooth surface, it is almost as though you could hear laughter rising, bittersweet childhood fragrances.

⚓︎

Reducio

Victoire Sérent born Aubert; dearest grandmother. Her passion for performance is admirable. Though she treats me lovingly, I catch glimpses of her eyes brimming with tears from time to time. I wonder why she carries such pain and sorrow.

Reducio

Guillaume Sérent; dearest grandfather. Master of his craft and a man of his word. He has taught me to appreciate the finer details in life.

Reducio

Apolline Baltaian born Sérent; elusive aunt.

Reducio

Octavien Sérent; reserved uncle.

♙♙♙♙♙♙♙♙♙♙♙♙♙♙♙♙♙♙♙♙♙♙♙♙

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♙♙♙♙♙♙♙♙♙♙♙♙♙♙♙♙♙♙♙♙♙♙♙♙

♙

𝕿he second house is refined and polished, forming part of a grand estate. This ancestral home always belongs to the Merrick patriarch. Seasonal galas and formal gatherings often take place here under the pretense of diplomacy. Yet beneath the laughter and honeyed chatter lies political pursuasion and whispers of prized secrets. Many foreign guests are hosted here throughout the year. dolor in reprehenderit in voluptate velit esse cillum dolore eu fugiat nulla pariatur.
Oswestry in Shropshire, England

𝕳ung upon the wall, to your left, is a tapisserie. Embroidered, each thread woven into the other with an acute precision. Three pieces of chess are depicted, towering a cracked board. A king, a queen, and a broken bishop, cast aside from the main two.

𝕱ormer diplomats for the ministry of magic; current philanthropists. Ut enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exercitation ullamco laboris nisi ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat. Duis aute irure dolor in reprehenderit in voluptate velit esse cillum dolore eu fugiat nulla pariatur. Duis aute irure dolor in reprehenderit in voluptate velit esse cillum dolore eu fugiat.

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Reducio

“mors glorietur ad nos capiendos”
“make death proud to take us”

𓉸

𝕿he third house is no longer a home. Its contents are pristine; not a speck of dust in sight. Yet it is devoid of any life or warmth. This was once a home to two ambitious aurors, who were determined to leave their mark in their field, and their beloved daughter. Unfortunately, tragedy struck when the child was only four. Daphné and Theodore died in the line of duty while pursuing a suspect. Hit wizards apprehended the wizard who was responsible but the loss sent the family into a period of mourning that would change their lives forever.
Rye in East Sussex, England

𓉸𓉸

𝕽ooted to the damp earth, rising just above your feet, are two wilted flowers, petals continuously falling to the ground. A camelia, and a lily.

𓉸

𝕲aze upon the delicate flowers planted in the loving memory of two fallen aurors. Long ago, the pristine pearl petals of the camellia captured the heartfelt sincerity of Theodore Merrick and reflected the adoration many held for him. Lush layers unfurled with a natural grace reminiscent of the refined man, evoking vivid visions of his undying devotion that persist long after his time. Under his shade rested the fair lily, reassuring loved ones that the vibrant soul of Daphné Merrick had been peacefully restored. No longer a Sérent or constrained ballerina, the free-spirited blossom became deeply intertwined with the cherished heir. May the sun shine upon the dearly departed as they bloom alongside their darling daughter – a fate they were once cruelly denied.

Reducio

If we decay, it'll be divine ; flesh to flower, your hand in mine.

𝕿he fourth house stands aside from the other, and looks as though a light inhabited it from within, as though someone had just left and would soon be returning, hands carrying apples and blooming flowers. A candle is lit, visible through a dustied window, and something akin to the bushy tail of a red fox seems to hide under a tree.
Castle Cary in Somerset, England

⸙

Before anyone had processed the loss, it was revealed that Cecilia would be placed under the care of her uncle. This greatly displeased her grandparents, who often watched over the sole child of their heir. Concerns were concerns raised as to whether Claude and his wife were fit for the role. They eventually relinquished their custody claims to respect the wishes of their late son. Now, Cecilia resides here with her legal guardians.

⸙

“𝕸y fondest days here were spent sprawled in grass and bathing in sunshine. Many know of the woods behind my home, but few know of its secret paths. During my melancholic moments, I retreat there to sink into the depths of its hidden lake. All my worries melt away when I am in its soothing embrace and for a fleeting moment, I feel at peace.”

⸙⸙

Claude and Lenore quickly stepped up to become guardians, despite lacking experience. A tutor was swiftly arranged to meet her needs. They noted that while Cecilia showed great promise, she seemed to register information selectively – zoning out during discussions of topics that did not appeal to her.

⸙

𝖄ou do not dare enter, fearing to intrude on such lived in atmosphere. Instead, your gaze wander to a garden table, erected in the midst of growing plants. In its center stand two peranakan porcelain teacups, lush details depicted on their pristine surface, green and blue lines in perfect harmony.

⸙

Reducio

Claude Merrick. Prominent Cursebreaker. Black sheep of the family. His occupation as a cursebreaker kept him busy but he does his best to be present for important events. Whenever he is away, Cecilia remains under the care of her aunt and keeps in touch with Claude through letters.

Reducio

never gonna let you down

⸙

𝕱our houses, each more peculiar than the latter, each possessing locked doors and monsters hiding within imposing closets. Head filled with memories that are not your own, you wander back to the edge of the forest, steps unassured, heart longing to spot a flash of crimson yet again. And, as though the sun, or a faithful narrator, had presented you a gift, you see her. Sat under a tree, three odd objects laying in the dirt before her. A book, its cover worn out and cracked ; a vial, broken, its content spilling to the ground and a strange wood stick, bent at strange angles. You attempt to step closer, and a branch crack under your feet, causing our beloved nymph to lock translucid eyes with your own, and flee, abandoning her treasures. Devoured by the urge to know what items had caught her attention, you hesitate.

[ CONTINUE ]........[ RETURN ]

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ᴏɴᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴛ ɪɴ ᴀ ꜰᴀɪʀʏᴛᴀʟᴇ ; ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙʏꜱꜱ

ᴇɴᴄʏ: 𓃥

Second year, Quidditch Captain, Prefect of Slytherin

10 Sep 2025, 07:51

𖤝

𝖄ou step closer, fingers reaching for the hardcover of the abandoned tome. Flipping to the first page, you are met with depictions of the fox, no older than seven, attending a lavish gala. After passing an unsavoury remark, a haughty boy paid the seething fox no mind and happily speared fresh cherry crumble with his fork. Then came an explosion of red, followed by a brief silence. No harm came to the boy, save for his pride when the surrounding youth erupted in laughter. His snobbish kin, clearly distraught over his tarnished garments and tears, demanded an apology. Any efforts Claude made to shield his niece were thwarted by his inability to stifle his laughter. He was never truly fit for diffusing such situations, but neither was Cecilia. Both were rather amused by incident until the disgruntled guests took their complaints to the Merrick matriarch, who gave the pair an earful that evening. Claude and Cecilia remained unphased, for they were simply too delighted by her first display of magic.

Reducio

You are presented with a pale, polished wand with a pinkish hue. Extending slightly over twenty-eight centimetres, its proportions loosely mimicks a sabre sword with one end being long and tapered whilst the other is thicker and curved. Fine swirls akin to creeping vines have been carefully carved into the mayhaw wood inlaid with unicorn hair.

Reducio

Much like Cecilia, this wand is capable of great healing or harm. Its bendy flexibility is adaptable to her potential for versatile magic. The mayhaw wood is drawn to her intense inner conflict, which may be a spell for disaster. Fortunately for her peers, the placid unicorn hair bound to the wand prefers to lend a helping hand rather than pursue destruction. Perhaps this faithful and moralistic core shall lead the lost fox down a more benevolent path.

𖤝

𝕮urious concotions.
Reducio
antidote to common poisons・antidote to uncommon poisons・bruise removal paste・burn healing paste・babbling beverage・confusing concoction・cure for boils・dizziness draught・dogbreath potion・forgetfulness potion・herbicide potion・muffling draught・pompion potion

𖤝

𝕲rimoire; outdated record of knowledge.
Reducio
red sparks charm “periculum”・opening charm “aberto”・extinguishing charm “extinguo”・dancing feet charm “tarantallegra”・bewitched snowballs “nive percutio”・bubble-producing charm “bullarum immortalem”・clothing ignition spell “lacarnum inflamari”・curse of the bogies “mucus ad nauseam”・eyeglass repair charm “oculus reparo”・fire-making spell “incendio”・glass to sand “quarzicum”・green sparks charm “verdimillious”・knife to paper airplane “cultrofors”・knockback jinx “flipendo”・matchbox transformation spell “flintifors”・matchstick to needle “conmutocus”・mending charm “reparo”・mice to snuffboxes “muspyxis”・passage opening charm “dissendium”・sauce-making spell “condimentum”・scouring charm “scourgify”・shooting spell “jaculor”・smokescreen spell “fumos”・snail to teapot “choclea bibe”・sneezing hex “steleus”・snowflake-creating spell “nix facitur”・take root “anathema daphnis”・tickling hex “titillando”・untransfiguration “reparifarge”・wand extinguishing charm “nox”・wand lighting charm “lumos”・whistle to watch “tunc sibilus”

𖤝

𖤝

𝖂hile you carefully manipulate the elements left behind, you suddenly notice a single page escaping the leather book, gently twirling down to the ground. Strange numbers are etched on its surface, scribbles in the margins and odd appellations.

[ EXAMINE ]

[ PUT IT DOWN ]

𖤝

grow, vine-child, sweetly wild.

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ᴏɴᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴛ ɪɴ ᴀ ꜰᴀɪʀʏᴛᴀʟᴇ ; ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙʏꜱꜱ

[ KEEP GOING ][ FIND YOUR WAY BACK ]

ᴇɴᴄʏ: 𓃥

Game Master

Ministry of Magic

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10 Sep 2025, 07:52

The page is ripped at corners, and it appears someone used it as a draft for their creativity — scribbles and doodles scatter the margins.

───────────────────────────────────────────────── COFFER

abi
STATISTICS , are what someone—

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[ STATISTICS ]
stamina 5 ; evasion 8 ; strength 4
wisdom 6 ; arcane power 6 ; accuracy 6

ABLSE

[ ABILITIES ]
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abilieis
abilities

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TRUNK ──────────────────────────────────────────────────

As you put the page down, confused regarding the obscure signification of those mysterious inscriptions, you see her. Bathed in sunlight, she is looking through your soul, hand resting against the bark of a carved tree, as though she wanted you to rise and come, come see what she so desperately wanted you to see. Your feet are sore, your mind is weary, and yet your foolish heart is not satiated. What is your choice ?

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Second year, Quidditch Captain, Prefect of Slytherin

11 Dec 2025, 21:13

𝕾teps are wobbly, unassured as you make your way through the forest. An ill-intentionned root spurges from the bowels of the earth, wrapping its wooded hands around your feet and bringing you to the cold, hard ground. You groan, rising back, and finally reach the tree, heart rate rising to the crystalline skies above. Of course, the fox-headed girl has vanished into thin air.

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🃁

🃁

Though its the least of your worries, as you suddenly notice the trunk of the oak standing before you has been carved out. In its nest, various objects, likely borrowed without their owner's approval. What catches your attention is a deck of cards, depicting animals and plants. Under a certain light, they almost seem to... move ?

───────────────

🃁

THE BAT AND HELLEBORE | 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓾𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷
roommate intriguing perplexing

𝕸ilica Vranekova is my dearest roommate and friend. Refreshingly blunt and surprisingly expressive, although this is usually in the form of anger. Be warned: she is especially angered by sweets! I am unsure as to why she tolerates me, but eternally grateful that she does. I hope that we will remain friends even long after I turn grey.
related tales ; I, II, III, IV
orphic garden ; depictions

𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮 | THE CAT AND LAVENDER
family friend admirable trustworthy

𝕷eo Noxley is a paragon of duty and discipline, yet quite the enabler of mischief. Despite our opposing dispositions, we rarely clash. Within him lies a creative soul that deserves to shine. We may strike each other down on the field, but he is a true friend that I would entrust with my life.
related tales ; I, II, III, IV, V, VI
patrons of mischief ; depictions

🃁

🃁

THE HARE AND OAK | 𝓷𝓮𝔀 𝓸𝓹𝓹𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓾𝓷𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓮𝓼
forced companion bitterness suspicious

𝕰sme Hestridge is the epitome of vanity and hypocrisy. A mere moment with her is enough for me to present symptoms of an incurable ailment. Her cruelty knows no bounds, but neither does mine. She is the rot to my wood; we are inexplicably bound. Her presence is a curse I fear I will never be rid of.
related tales ; I, II, III, IV
the fox and the hare ; depictions

𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 | THE DEER AND OAT

𝕰lena Clark. orem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Ut enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exercitation ullamco laboris nisi ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat. Duis aute irure dolor in reprehenderit in voluptate velit esse cillum dolore eu fugiat nulla pariatur dolore eu fugiat nulla pariatur dolore eu fugiat nulla pariatur.
related tales ; links of threads
vulpes lunaris ; depictions

🃁

🃁

THE SPIDER AND PASSIONFLOWER | 𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓷𝓾𝓲𝓽𝔂

𝕮amille de Varenne is a boy with exquisite taste. Ut enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exercitation ullamco laboris nisi ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat dolore eu fugiat nulla pariatur dolore eu fugiat nulla pariatur.
related tales ; I, II, III, IV, V
bitter waltz ; depictions

𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓭𝓸𝓶 | THE OWL AND HOP

𝕽osaline Everhart is the most darling witch I have had the fortune of meeting. Her sweet melody embodies the classical muses and her heart is as strong as it is pure. I hope that nothing will ever shatter that. There is much to learn from her. Perhaps one day I will be brave enough to grow closer to her.
related tales ; I, II, III, IV
name of pinterest board ; depictions

🃁

🃁

THE BUTTERFLY AND SNOWDROP | 𝓱𝓸𝓹𝓮

𝕸aisie Gemmell is the most admirable witch. Ut enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exercitation ullamco laboris nisi ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat dolore eu fugiat nulla pariatur dolore eu fugiat nulla pariatur.
related tales ; links of threads
name of pinterest board ; depictions

𝓭𝓮𝓬𝓮𝓲𝓽 | THE COYOTE AND DATURA

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related tales ; links of threads
name of pinterest board ; depictions

🃁

🃁

𝓟utting down the likely cursed deck of cards — an odd feeling lingers, as though the animals depicted were trapped, ripped of their ability to live —, you turn your attention towards the rest. Nothing that screams opulence, a crystal vial, a broken porcelain plate, a heart locket, some coins and a... curious book.

[ OPEN IT ]

[ WAK OPEN IT ]

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ᴏɴᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴛ ɪɴ ᴀ ꜰᴀɪʀʏᴛᴀʟᴇ ; ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙʏꜱꜱ

ᴇɴᴄʏ: 𓃥

Second year, Quidditch Captain, Prefect of Slytherin

11 Dec 2025, 21:13

𝕿he book is torn in half, some pages are missing, and odd splashes of dirt maculate the cover. It appears to be a collection of fairytales, each with a peculiar title. Slowly, your knees give up, and your back scratch against the bark of the giant oak as you crumble to the ground, already eagerly turning the yellowed pages. Your mind is numb, your entire body sore, and yet nothing in the world could drag you from this moment.

TITLE ; Coming Soon.

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characters ;
cecilia merrick, erast yan
setting ;
hogwarts express
; secret path
all aboard
; published
first moon of september, 2025

TITLE ; Prelude to Mischief.

𝕺ld friends reunite in charms and exchange playful quips. Despite their opposing dispositions, they grow comfortable with one another and begin plotting future adventures. Only time will tell what chaos they will unravel.
characters ;
cecilia merrick, leo noxley
setting ;
charms classroom
; secret path
mind your step
; published
second moon of september, 2025

TITLE ; Burning Time.

𝕷orem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Ut enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exercitation ullamco laboris nisi ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat dolore eu fugiat nulla pariatur dolore eu fugiat nulla pariatur.
characters ;
cecilia merrick, archer duncan
setting ;
slytherin common room
; secret path
password, please?
; published
fourteenth moon of september, 2025

🕮

TITLE ; Two Serpents, One Nest.

𝕬n unharmonious encounter between two serpents destined to share one nest throughout their first year. Cecilia makes her grand entrance, snuffing out Milica's hope for a peaceful night. After a failed peace offering, the fox makes an unusual promise.
characters ;
cecilia merrick, milica vranekova
setting ;
narcissa malfoy dorm
; secret path
slither down
; published
first moon of september, 2025

TILE ; Castle Adventure.

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characters ;
cecilia merrick, leo noxley
setting ;
corridors
; secret path
oh, what's this?
; published
second moon of september, 2025

TITLE ; A Tilted Afternoon.

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characters ;
cecilia merrick, percival rocier
setting ;
courtyard
; secret path
keep your balance
; published
sixteenth moon of october, 2025

𝖂hen you finally look up — what has it been, minutes ? hours ? —, your neck aches from the uncomfortable position you've forced it to adopt. Oddly, the sun hasn't moved an inch. Perhaps it hasn't been as long as you think, the thought of which ease your worried soul. Eyes trailing down, you suddenly notice your feet are soaked.

🕮

[ INVESTIGATE ].............[ CONTINUE READING ]

Last edited by Cecilia Merrick on 6 Jan 2026, 02:18, edited 12 times in total.

ᴏɴᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴛ ɪɴ ᴀ ꜰᴀɪʀʏᴛᴀʟᴇ ; ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙʏꜱꜱ

ᴇɴᴄʏ: 𓃥

Second year, Quidditch Captain, Prefect of Slytherin

11 Dec 2025, 21:13

𝕿ilting your head down, you gasp at the sight of a true flood infiltrating the earth beneath you, beads of water soaking the ground until all its left is The Ocean. The Infinite. Rising, you set the journal back into its nest, and take careful steps towards the source of this sudden tsunami. A river. A running body of water, twisting and turning, disappearing into the thick and darkened woods. You follow it. Why wouldn't you ?

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I am no good

Reducio

a true true friend helps a friend in need !!
[cecilia's psyche]

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𝖄ou keep on walking, following this shimmery trail serpeting into the woods.

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I am no evil

Reducio

a friend will be there to help you see

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𝕱inally the river leaves the gentle, ethereal forest it had been flowing through to penetrate a deeper, darker part of this woodland — the heart, it appeared, of the forest.

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I simply am.

Reducio

a true true friend helps a friend in need

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𝕿he flow slows down, until you reach the very source of the riven you have been following.

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Reducio

to see the light, that shines from a true true friend.

❦

𝓐t the very foot of the tree stands a fox. Green eyed, translucid watercolour ponds that pierce right through your very soul. It is her. You know it in your bones, in your heart, in your soul. It, she rises, gaze still locked with yours, and she turns around, paws leaving prints in the humid soil. You follow, without thinking, like it's breathing, until you reach a clearing, the sudden force of the sun blinding you momentarily, until all you're able to see is white, white, white— wake up.

[ WAKE UP ]

Last edited by Cecilia Merrick on 11 Dec 2025, 21:18, edited 1 time in total.

ᴏɴᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴛ ɪɴ ᴀ ꜰᴀɪʀʏᴛᴀʟᴇ ; ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙʏꜱꜱ

ᴇɴᴄʏ: 𓃥

Second year, Quidditch Captain, Prefect of Slytherin

11 Dec 2025, 21:14

𓃦

dream (n).

𝖄ou wake up in a gasp, sucking for air as though the word had lost its meaning, eyes fluttering before the blinding strength of the afternoon sun. Your neck is sore, mind fogged, and you feel as though you had just slept a century. Back where you started, at the edge of the woodland, only no fox-eyed nymph awaits you. As you sit, you suddenly feels something falling from your chest, a dented card depicting a familiar animal.

[ CONTINUE ]

a series of images occuring in a person's mind during sleep.

𓃢

Last edited by Cecilia Merrick on 11 Dec 2025, 21:20, edited 1 time in total.

ᴏɴᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴛ ɪɴ ᴀ ꜰᴀɪʀʏᴛᴀʟᴇ ; ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙʏꜱꜱ

ᴇɴᴄʏ: 𓃥

Second year, Quidditch Captain, Prefect of Slytherin

11 Dec 2025, 21:14

𓃥

𝕮ongratulations ! You have reached the heart of the forest. Keep this item close to your chest as a souvenir, and, should you feel the need to wander within our woods again, all you have to do is wish it strong enough for your dream to come alive. Until then, dear child.

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ᴏɴᴇ ꜰᴏᴏᴛ ɪɴ ᴀ ꜰᴀɪʀʏᴛᴀʟᴇ ; ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙʏꜱꜱ