WHO: Zhenya Selwyn & Evan Rosier / @evandrusrosier WHERE: Slytherin Common Room. WHEN: Sometime in March, 1978.

Ever since Zhenya had finally been released from the Hospital Wing, she seldom left the Slytherin Common Room for anything apart from classes and meals. She found herself constantly reaching for her wand, her fingertips often needing to brush it in case of any further attacks laid out on her being. She worried that someone would strike again, and it often was a prevalent thought. Yet as she lay there curled beside the fire in the couch chair, these thoughts were for once not present as she enjoyed her book, although one eye did scan her peers every now and then. But as she realised someone was about to near her area to join her she remarked bluntly without looking up at the individual, “That seat is taken.”

thomasavcry‌:

Thomas cringed at the thought of Zhenya literally being strung up. He would have appreciated it if it was him doing the tying, with her full consent, but that stupid Charlotte ran amok and ruined everything. He dropped her wrist, avoiding looking directly at her. “I’m sorry that happened.” It wasn’t like him to keep things serious for so long – but it seemed as if the attack had affected Zhenya harshly. “You can’t let it ruin you.”

There hadn’t been a single person that hadn’t glanced at Zhenya in horror in the past few days; apart from those who knew her well. She had despised them all, wishing nothing more than to curse them till no tomorrow; especially with their hate filled glares and continued whispers. Yet as Thomas seemed to react differently to most of her peers, she began to relax slightly, a thankful look upon her features as she replied softly, “How could I not? I was laid as a mockery because of who I followed, and as a result made an outcast.”

thomasavcry‌:

Thomas scoffed – there were few at Hogwarts who looked better than him and took care of themselves like he did. No, Thomas knew Zhenya was bluffing, as he caught his own reflection in the window by them. He ran a hand through his hair, grinning at Zhenya. “I hope I haven’t interrupted.” He was lying through his teeth. “What would you like to do instead?”

Her lips pursed at his silence, Zhenya knew fully well that he most likely thought that she had at the very least had admired his body with it on display. Yet as she continued to gaze at his grin, she began to roll her eyes at his reply as she retorted dryly, “Of course you have, but it’s too late now.” However she couldn’t help but find herself moving closer towards Thomas as she raised an eyebrow to reply, “Well since you’re the one who interrupted, perhaps you should be the one to suggest the activity, no?”

zeldakar‌:

Much better, Zelda inwardly cringed at the words. It was just a few weeks ago she had been tortured by that foul woman - Zhenya had endured a similar fate. She thought the two could bond over the traumas that they shared, but as she watched Zhenya twist her fingers, Zelda started to wonder if the girl found it too dangerous to support Grindelwald. But as she referred to him as their lord, Zelda felt a smile form across her lips. She shook her head. “No, not at all. But we must stay strong, for his sake, and for our cause.”

Zhenya had thought naively that the only time she would ever find herself to be truely hurt was when she had heard about the death of her older brother, an event that felt like a lifetime ago now. Yet this attack had hardened her heart, and had caused her allegiances to shift in the tumultuous time; her self-preservation seeking to survive. Yet her facade had to remain if she was to stay alive, allowing others to think what they would; despite the truth. “Yes of course. I’m sure he will avenge us, even if not in this castle.” She replied with a nod, unsure quite where to lead the conversation.

thomasavcry‌:

Thomas had felt he was lacking in friends, especially of the female sort. When he went looking for Zhenya, he’d hoped he could muster up some kind words for her, instead of being as foolish as he usually was around her. He finally spotted her around the corner and made his way towards her, shoving a first-year out of the way to approach her. Then, he felt himself being pushed back and Zhenya’s fist wrapped around his shirt. He grabbed her hand before she could move it away. “Where have you been, Selwyn?”

With the company revolving about her having been a mixture of Emma, Pinky and particularly Antonin, Zhenya hadn’t found herself seeking to be rather sociable as of lately — especially with the malicious and opened eyed stares she had found herself upon the opposite of as she walked down corridors. Her fingers only ever seconds away from her wand, she found herself to be watching out for any indication of a possible attack. Yet as she moved to walk away from the appearance of Thomas, her eyes flashed as his fingers wrapped around her wrist as she hissed, “Out of sight, out of mind. Didn’t you hear? I was strung up for Hogwarts to enjoy.”

thomasavcry‌:

Thomas finished buttoning up his shirt and sat in the seat next to Zhenya, putting his feet up on the table in front of him. It was just so easy to get on her nerves, and so fun to see her riled up. “There’s a lot to like about this,” He waved his hands, referring to his torso. “I’m a very attractive man, and you can’t deny that.” He was quiet for a few moments, enjoying the silence of the room they were in, but then leaned to the side, glancing at Zhenya’s books. “What are you trying to study, then?”

There could have been a thousand other places she could have studied; yet Zhenya remained there, a disapproving smirk upon her lips as she rolled her eyes at his reply. “Attractive? I’m not quite sure what you mean Thomas, I’ve seen far better than the likes of you.” And whilst she had always held a certain appreciation for men and women alike, there were only a certain few memorable ones. As she tilted her head to reply to his next question, she began to reply dryly, “I was finishing my History essay; but I suppose I can always save it till later.”

zeldakar‌:

Zelda shrugged. “I must look different,” She brushed her hair to the side. “Younger, perhaps, considering I’ve been taking my skincare routine very seriously as of late.” A smile came across her lips. “How are you, Zhenya? I’m sure being hospitalized was rough…” She trailed off. “I do worry about - ” she whispered, “ - our side of things.”

A small smile made its way to Zhenya’s lips, one that she brought despite wishing that she was having this conversation with someone other than Zelda. “You look much better Zelda.” She agreed smoothly, as she began to twist her fingers together at the question. “It was tough, but I’m feeling much better now.” She continued before wondering what she could possibly say to avoid suspicion from the other. “I’m sure our Lord will not be pleased about this attack at the very least.”

⁂ - grab my muse by the front of their shirt, possibly shoving them back / @thomasavcry

After the attacks, Zhenya had been rather withdrawn with company; especially with her fellow snakes. Her allegiances had been rather secret, and no one had truly known that she had sided with Grindelwald, especially because so many of them were Death Eaters. And it was because of that she had been avoiding many of her close friends, including one certain Thomas Avery. Yet when she saw him approaching her, and realising there was no exit, she began to move briskly forward, not intending to speak to him. Yet as he blocked her strategy, her fingers began to lightly grab the front of his shirt, pushing him back as she snapped, “Let me past!”

There were only a handful of individuals that Zhenya had come to find could rile her up to no end, because they knew her so well. And that included a certain Thomas Avery; one who seemed to have no sense of decency when it came to his attire. And so when she been intending to study in the abandoned classroom, she had become rather irritated with Thomas deciding to take off his shirt and continue to disrupt her studying. “Like it? What is there to like about that?” She snapped as she gestured to his bare chest, before slamming her books down upon the nearest desk as she crossed her arms. “You were bothering me because I was trying to study!”

♤ - slam a door shut before my muse can leave the room

He hastily shoved his wand into his pocket, throwing his hands in the air, exasperated with the route this conversation was taking. Zhenya just didn’t understand that Thomas felt more free with his shirt off, it wasn’t a matter of showing off. He didn’t think his body was that nice to look at, anyway, he thought as he glanced down at his bare chest. “It only bothers you because you like it.” Thomas said pointedly, as Zhenya tried to leave the room. He slammed the door shut and put his arms into his shirt, buttoning it quickly. “Better?”

@zhenyaselwyn

emmyvance‌:

rp-memes-atyourservice‌:

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★ - drag my muse by the arm ⁂ - grab my muse by the front of their shirt, possibly shoving them back ✱ - take my muse by the hips to carefully move them out of their way ➜ - smack my muse upside the head ⌧ - grip my muse by the back of the neck © - put a hand on my muse’s back to steer them somewhere ✂ - point sternly at a chair and tell my muse to sit down ✉ - push my muse back down when they try to get out of bed (perhaps involving illness, injury, or sleep deprivation) ☛ - press a finger to my muse’s lips to shut them up ♚ - put a hand on my muse’s knee while sitting next to them, to discourage them from standing up ♧ - slap my muse’s hand away from something they shouldn’t touch ♦ - grab my muse’s hair and yank ♤ - slam a door shut before my muse can leave the room ♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them ♭ - grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye ♨ - rub my muse down with a sponge/wet cloth  ☀ - pin my muse with their arms behind their back ☠ - slam my muse into a wall ☾ - wrestle/pin my muse to the ground

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marlenenotmarls‌:

WHO: Marlene McKinnon and Zhenya Selwyn WHEN: Saturday, March 18th, 1978. WHERE: The Room of Requirement

The best part about parties was drifting from person to person and dancing until she couldn’t feel her feet anymore. It was in a fit of laughter that she turned from her last companion and finally made her way to the sidelines of the room to fetch something to drink. “Selwyn” she greeted, offering a quick nod to the other girl at the punch bowl before making herself a glass and taking a hearty swig. 

@zhenyaselwyn

Under no circumstances did Zhenya truly wish to be at this party, but Emma had insisted as one of the organisers — and who was she to deny her fellow cousin? And thus she had appeared, promising that she would meet Antonin later as she intended to spend the first couple of hours with her cousins and catch up with some of her fellow snakes she hadn’t seen in some time. Times had been difficult ever since her allegiance had been ousted, but of course now with the shifting, so had she; not that many knew the truth now. Yet as she began to take a long sip of her drink, she began to become distracted by a certain lion that she had never been quite interested to converse with, but that she felt a pull to talk to. “Mckinnon, you’re looking not too shabby tonight.” She replied, as she took a step closer towards the other. Something about her seemed rather breathtaking.

omnia-vcnitas‌:

“Did you see that second year walking around with a Pumpkin for a head last week? It was fucking hilarious. One of his friends even tried to rip it off.” Emma chuckled, recalling the scene in the middle of the Great Hall. Of course, one of those friendly Hufflepuffs just had to fix it and ruin their fun. “It’s good to see you out. Even if you have to face the plebs.” She replied, giving Zhenya an expression of mock-sympathy. 

Zhenya began to chuckle at the thought of the little lion that had gotten themselves into quite a quandary with their backfiring spell as she replied dryly, “What a pity that it got reversed, I did quite get some amusement out of their suffering.” Not to mention it had brought a minute amount of mirth and entertainment in a droll week, especially when she had been cooped up for so long. “I love you too Emma.” She replied as she rolled her eyes at Emma’s mock-sympathy before grasping her fingers lightly to squeeze them as she stated, “You know that I’m ever so grateful for you in my life, right? I can’t imagine my life without you.”

zeldakar‌:

Zelda snapped her mouth shut, not wanting to anger the girl any further. She knew, she would be able to handle herself in a fight, but it wasn’t worth making a fuss - especially with someone of the same allegiance. “You don’t have to be so rude, Zhenya, I just wanted to say hello.”

As Zhenya realised that the individual out of her periphery was actually not an irritating younger year, her composure began to soften as she replied, “Sorry I didn’t realise who it was — I just assumed.” It would be better to play nice with the other, especially since her allegiances had changed as of recently.

omnia-vcnitas‌:

“I’d personally prefer my own safety in the face of these tiny monsters over the amusement they bring us, but that might just be my opinion.” She replied, reaching to pluck the wand from the kids’ fingers and throwing it down the hallway — followed by a quick ‘go fetch’, before turning back to her cousin. “I’ve been… bored,” It was the only reply she could think of. “How about you? I’m glad to see you looking well again.”

“You’re rather correct, although you cannot discount that it is rather hilarious when one of them has their spell backfire upon themselves because of a lack of experience.” She replied with a shrug as she began to nod at Emma’s reply, knowing that she had felt rather cooped up when she had been recovering in the Hospital Wing. “That is a feeling I think we can both agree upon. But I’m glad to be out again, even if it seems that the other students have nothing better than to gawk upon the likes of myself.”

pinkyparkinson‌:

Pinky shot the boy an angry look. What was he playing at, staring like that? He ought to tell Pinky thank you, considering she had saved him from Merlin-knows-what. She turned back to Zhenya, and waited patiently for her to finish with her threatening. When that was all said and done, she kept on walking in the direction of the Charms classroom. 

“Well…” She said, as a slow grin spread across her face. “I don’t think he’ll stare at you anymore.”

A small smirk appeared upon her lips at Pinky’s reply as she shrugged delicately before replying, “Well I couldn’t stand his open mouthed stare, so I thought I’d tell him what exactly I thought of it.” After all she knew that her reputation now preceded itself within the castle, and it rather bemused her when she could frighten the younger years ever so easily with just a minute number of words and the appearance of her wand.

dclohovs‌:

“I think I’d very much enjoy you hexing me, yes.” It was hard to stop his smirk from growing even further. They were in public, and Antonin Dolohov was not a lovesick fool. Well, maybe a little bit. “Readjust your methods? Color me intrigued.” He replied, raising his eyebrows slightly before pulling Zhenya to a more secluded corner.  Didn’t want to traumatize the first years — not in this way, at least. They were private. They were only theirs to witness. “Don’t keep me waiting. You know I’m not a patient man, Zhenya Selwyn.”

“We both know you enjoy a good hex or jinx.” She remarked casually as she stepped closer towards the other, knowing she would have to readjust her methods when it came to someone like Antonin. He enjoyed pain, he revelled in it. But she knew there was a thin line to pain and pleasure, and who said that she wasn’t open to giving him the other if he behaved? “Well at first I imagined hexing you left, right and centre.” She whispered in his ear, her body pressed against his own as he pulled them around the corner. “But I thought you could be persuaded to reconsider your actions with other methods.” She replied as her fingers moved delicately to regions she knew were rather delicate when it came to manners such as this.

dclohovs‌:

“I like it when you threaten me,” Antonin gave her a very audacious smirk, one that would likely get him into even more trouble with Zhenya. But wasn’t that exactly what he wanted? “Well, come on then — give me your worst, Selwyn.” 

Only one person could rile her up this way, and despite her best efforts to suppress the growing smirk upon her lips for how exactly she could have had it out with him she pushed it down to instead have a rather irritated look upon her features. “Do you Dolohov? Do you think you’ll still like it when I hex you?” She replied as she took a step closer towards the other before deciding, “But perhaps I’ll readjust my methods for you.” Her face merely millimetres apart from him she whispered coyly beside his ear, “Oh you’ll get my worst — I promise you.”