Maybe a choice shade of grey - the closest thing she had to mourning clothes - as a symbolic marker that her relationship with Victor was dead.
Melodramatic internal monologue for the win <3 Beatrice Daphnel

Fabulous set by Lady!
After a magical attempt on her life in 1877, Queen Victoria launched a crusade against magic that, while tidied up by the Ministry of Magic, saw the Wizarding community exiled to Hogsmeade, previously little more than a crossroad near the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. In the years that have passed since, Hogsmeade has suffered plagues, fires, and Victorian hypocrisy but is still standing firm.
Thethe year is now 1895. It’s time to join us and immerse yourself in scandal and drama interlaced with magic both light and dark.Where will you fall?
With the same account, complete eight different threads where your character interacts with eight different usergroups. At least one must be a non-human, and one a student.
Maybe a choice shade of grey - the closest thing she had to mourning clothes - as a symbolic marker that her relationship with Victor was dead.
Quote:His sister and her group were not yet performing, however. Instead it was a plain looking young woman that he did not recognize. She seemed to believe she was singing.Rupert Bingham's utter sass in My Idea of Fun, everyone <3
Quote:Ben smiled, wistful. "I always liked the beach best in a thunderstorm," he admitted.
Monty had always been at ease with the world, wherever he landed in it. It was because he did not wait to be recognised as something, Ishmael supposed; he did not wait to be told who he could be or what he was worth. He took the world with both hands and created himself, moved like molten gold with gleaming confidence. Filled every space he was in.Ishmael describing Monty in this thread is *chefs kiss* and is going into his profile quote header.
“Well, I will have to send you my references then. I promise that they are impeccable,” she offered with a shy grin that she vehemently hoped made her embarrassed flush look… vaguely… whatever the hell men look for. Sheeplike and charming, she guesses? Ida was decidedly not flirting in this context, but she had no idea what Greengrass was getting at with these jokes, and it frankly threw her for a loop.
“Hm, people have told me that before,” she informed him grimly, right before she proceeded to take a deep swig of her glass. The move polished her drink off, and Ida’s frown grew a smidge deeper, because ladies are supposed to drink slower than gentlemen, and Mister Greengrass still had his glass. Furtively, she tried to hide the fact with the palm of her hand as she continued.
Ida pursed her lips to keep back her skittish laughter, lest she encourage this behavior (or worse, seem like she’s flirting back). Or, he’s just being nice, she chided herself. “You would be surprised, scholars can be quite possessive of their worldview,” she pointed out, hoping a Serious Topic might help keep them in safer waters. “It can be unnerving to have one’s philosophies questioned by someone who reminds them of their little sister.” There. If there was any ember of intrigue, which there certainly was not, then nothing served as a better wet blanket than likening herself with Clem. Probably.
“And to you, I suppose,” Evander returned, not yet overflowing in enthusiasm – but also not about to let his brother be the bigger person.
Quote: "But listen — you can't just tell someone how you feel. I mean, you can, but you can't make them feel it. It doesn't translate. You've got to sort of — build up a case for it. Because you remember their favorite food and you can guess how they'd react to a story and you do things together and you tell them things you wouldn't tell other people and you smile when they're doing stupid little things no one else would think are funny," (he was entirely talking about Tycho now, and he felt — guilty? embarrassed? something — so his cheeks had started to color a bit). "And then when you say I'm in love with you, they believe you, because they already knew."
Quote:They hadn't been thieves before, at least. Noble had not been a murderer before either. Now he was one. Did thieving make a difference, at this point?Noble Greengrass pondering on his and his brothers foray into... crime??? ... in this thread.
Quote:"How... does one make it?" He couldn't quite bring himself to ask do you milk a dragon for this? and of course the inevitable follow up question, how?Quincey Honeyduke asking the real questions here
Quote:Konstantin in particular seemed to permanently glower any time Alfred was nearby, to the point where Alfred had once asked Zelda half-seriously if that was just the way his face always looked.LOL Alfred
Quote:As he fell, Ford recalled the trials of Gulliver during his interactions with the Lilliputians.
Quote:As soon as he caught sight of it his brain went blank, unable to hold on to anything else except holy fuck that's her entire leg
Quote:It was entirely inexcusable to be caught off guard by something he had literally just summoned, but caught off guard he was; he fell backwards, on the ground again, this time with an irritated and confused garden gnome crouched on his chest and a stretch of petticoat fabric thrown inelegantly over his face.
Quote:[...] as the summoning charm worked on the potato of a creature, it dug its claws in, scrambling and making holes and as it was ripped away from the predicament, it took with it any shred of dignity Tabitha would have for a long time.
Quote:"Ah—" Tabi hesitated. This was not a good place to be alone with a man and a ghost.
Quote:The eye contact from Tycho was so intense Ford felt he might melt below the heat of it.
Quote:Quidditch made sense — he was a rather strapping individual, and by the fact that he seemed to prefer a broom as transportation, well, he had to be very in control of it.help, I keep reading this Josephine Beauchene line from this thread dirtily
Quote:"Arguably, you've practiced." Smirking, Percy made a slightly crude gesture in the vicinity of his pants, recalling their school days, they had shared a dorm after all.
Quote:"It says things like oh, the indignity and that it's come to this when you sit in it, or set something on it," he explained — his impressions of the chair layered with an accent that was so poorly performed it was unable to be placed in any particular origin or nationality. "And if you just let it alone sometimes it does this low moaning thing. Like —" He demonstrated, with a deep throaty groan that stretched on until the other man saw fit to interrupt it.well congrats Xavier Davies, Evander already wants to commit murder in this thread xD