Hey there! Welcome to Wizarding Realm! We are an Alternate Universe HP role-play set in the present day Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please register with a first and last name, properly capitalized.
The skin was coded and designed by Alice. All board images such as the pips, banner, etc. were created by Alice. Member images are credit to their respective creators. Sidebar coding is by Dana of RC&R. Mini Profile coding by Lauz. Do not steal. We will find you. We can promise you that.
It had been days since she had spoken to her roommate, and it had felt like a lifetime since she had actually been able to see her friend's face. They had met in passing lately, even though they had shared a room at Hogwarts since the beginning of their school career and Bailey could tell that something was not right between them. Throwing her bag atop her bed, she sighed upon thinking of her friend and just what could have gone wrong. Nothing matched up; of course the Slytherin knew her counterpart had been busy with a certain individual and their never-ending volatile circle of a relationship, but there had been no reason for Pippa to be upset with Bailey, right? Crossing her arms over her chest, the thin girl leaned against her bed post with a gaze cast at the other bed. She had been the closest thing the Californian had to a best friend and it ached her heart to think they were suddenly doing bad. Maybe she is just busy? She wanted to rationalize it all, to make up some excuse for her friend. Bailey wanted to give herself a reason as to why Pippa was ignoring her, one that did not happen to include something she might have done.
She sighed again, shaking her head slightly and then moving to sit down on her bed. A nervous knot was growing larger and larger in her stomach as she allowed her mind to linger, growing heavier and heavier as the moments passed over her. A ticking of the clock upon the wall was the loudest sound she heard, louder than any explosion every could be. Time was passing slowly, but it was nearly time for Pippa to be returning to the dorms. The brunette tried to organize her thoughts as she mindlessly thumbed over the pages of her advanced Charms books but failed miserably. What would she say to her friend? How could she approach her with out being standoffish and nearly rude? Her spine ticked with nervousness; confrontation had never been her strong point. She felt she had the right to know just why one of the few people she trusted and enjoyed was suddenly avoiding her as if she was the plague. Her eyes fluttered shut and she began to sink into her bedding more, moaning out of pure frustration as she sat there.
Pippa Fitzpatrick’s life was something that she had never wanted it to be. Complicated. She had always thought simplicity was the best way to a happy life. Few attachments meant few weaknesses. But somehow, some stranger – a Muggle boy of all things – had convinced her that to truly be an artist, she had to feel. She had to fall in love, she had to hurt; she had to break. Each painful shard had to crack, chip off, fall away, and find a way to wrench its self back and somehow further into the already gaping and bleeding wounds of her heart. It was this process she had been living in for months following the fall out with Christopher Whitley, slowly losing herself in doubt and self-pity. She was a shell of the former bombshell she had been, shattering hearts and taking names like a constant list scrolled upon the wall for the world to read. The witch spent hours spreading paint upon canvas, reliving each painful caress and attempting to ignore the imagined – or realistic – judgments of those around her. Who somehow found Chris either above or below her, either way, the verdicts hurt, weighing upon her until she felt like she might crumble. All the crutches she used to lean on – her brother James, her sister Gwen, her roommate and best friend Bailey, were nothing to her these days. She had three things in the world: paint, satin, and alcohol.
There had been days, not so long ago, when Pippa would have done anything to take away Bailey’s pain at being jilted by Shawn. But no matter what the friend wanted to do, in reality, she could do nothing. It was this nagging truth that had begun to push her away from those who might be able to help her most and kept her from turning back to them. Slinking into her dorm room tonight, she wanted to simply curl up next to Bailey on the other girl’s bed, falling into talking to her like they used to when the redhead tried to convince the brunette that Shawn wasn’t worth it. But the truth of the matter was, her friend hadn’t wanted to hear it then and she certainly didn’t want to hear it now. No matter how much Christopher might put her through, the pain, the humiliation, the torture – the heart wanted what it wanted, so to speak. Bailey couldn’t convince her otherwise and by avoiding the talk, she was avoiding adding to her friend’s pain. Or so she thought. Sitting on the edge of her bed, she kicked off her heeled ankle boots and laid back on the bed, sinking into the down comforter. The silence was heavy; thick with regret and an awkward layer of… something that Pippa couldn’t identify, she sighed and closed her eyes. Perhaps Bailey would decide to go to sleep and they could put off the discussion they should have had months ago for one more night. A girl could only hope. Tonight was not the night to have that discussion. She'd been through enough as it was.
Her usual confrontation-less self would have never even thought to do just what she was about to do; the tiny girl had never been so full of courage before. Finding no real explanation for her sudden eagerness to question her friend, Bailey sighed heavily as she sat up out of bed and rose to her feet. As she felt the chilled flooring beneath her, the young lady ignored the shiver dancing up and down her spine. Easily, she stepped toward Pippa's bed, where here friend now lied beneath the sheets, as if she was creating some sort of clever concealment; Bailey rolled her eyes, growing slightly more annoyed with her friend every slow second that passed. The air about the room sat heavily upon her shoulders, punching downward at her knees as she raised them; her conscious was biting at her toes and fingers, in attempt to put out the fire before the girl's sharp tongue could ignite it, but it was no contest. Bailey had always been stubborn and that was simply a fact that would never change. Taking in another deep breath, the girl's auburn eyes rested upon her friend as she reached down, grabbed a hand-full of blanket and pulled it off of her friend. Though anger was one of the emotions sifting through her veins, her eyes still remained light but the smooth brown pigments began to twist with a drop of sadness. As her red-headed friend now lie exposed in her bed, Bailey's arms crossed over her chest as she switched her weight to her other hip and foot.
"So what the hell?" Shrugging, the Slytherin narrowed her eyes a bit with out being able to constrain herself at all. The anger resonating with in her easily overtook her tiny body's ability to refrain from movements. The auburn-haired female could no longer hold back her feelings, which happened to be pouring from nearly every orifice of her body; she had been drowning in emotions for weeks and the feeling of abandonment by her best friend had done nothing but send her plunging into the depths of that pool. How dare she ignore her, she protested inwardly, how dare she completely toss me aside because Christopher treated her like dirt! There was absolutely no way the girl could rationalize Pippa's behavior, no matter how badly her heart wanted one. No matter how she wanted to shake from the anger raging inside of her, Bailey clutched her fists together under each of her arms while staring down at her friend. With eager eyes, she waited for her friend to give her some reason, though she half-expected some sort of excuse. The girl wanted to throw a fit, really, but she continued to bit her lower lip in further restraint. "Just... what the hell, Pippa? I don't get it! What the hell did I do to you?" The stinging of on-coming tears hit her eyes, just beneath her eye balls, but she swallowed the feeling for the time being; she wanted, for once, to remain strong and confident rather than appear fragile and broken.
Her eyes had no sooner closed then Pippa heard the soft steps cross the room. Oh, Merlin, she thought. Just leave it alone, Bailey. Please? The quick answer was the cold air nipping at her face where the warm comforter had been only a moment earlier. Her roommate – no, her best friend – was seething with anger. If there were a way to measure anger as heat, surely the air wouldn’t have felt so icy in their stony, dungeon dorm room. Eying her friend the redhead breathed in and out, before sitting up as calmly as she could muster. At least until the second “what the hell.” After all, a girl could only take so much of that accusational tone before becoming just slightly annoyed. It wasn’t that the brunette didn’t have a point; Pippa had been ignoring her. She’d been hiding, wallowing in her own pain and suffering completely oblivious to whatever else was going on in the entirety of the world much less inside her own dorm room. She’d been a shit friend, not really even worth the confrontation the other witch was affording her now. She closed her eyes, thinking carefully about her response. This was her very best friend in the whole world, but that wouldn’t stop her from returning a bit of the venom.
“What the hell?” Pippa began, spitting the words back at Bailey, already feeling regret growing deep inside. “What the hell is that I’ve been trying to spare you from the fucking pity party I throw myself every day! What the hell is that I’ve been working harder at my art then I ever have in my entire life! What the hell is that I didn’t want to bother you with my stupid problems about that asshole Christopher!” She huffed, throwing the blanket back and swinging her foot onto the floor, standing to face her friend. Neither of the girls was particularly tall, but the brunette still had a few inches on her. Still, the Veela drew herself up to full height to face her housemate. “You didn’t do anything, okay?” The Irish girl paused, cogs turning in her head before her anger began to peak once more. “How the fuck did you find out about Christopher? What in Merlin’s name has he been telling you?” Aside from the fact that he had practically pushed her from his bed not even ten minutes ago was not helping matters in the least. “I will kill him!” She screeched looking for wand before realizing it was still where she’d left it, hiding beneath his desk. "Damnit! My wand!"
"And last time I checked a best friend is supposed to be able to rely on her best friend to be fucking comforted!" She happened to snarl back, with out really much of any thought before the words worked their way out of her throat. Anger surged through her veins, twisting with the hurt she had been feeling for quite some time. Immediately as she had begun speaking, her arms fell to her side and her palms clenched to express her silent displeasure. The blood pumped quickly into the ends of her fingertips and she did nearly everything she could, internally, to keep herself from pulling her wand from its position on her bed and curse her friend with some silly, ridiculous spell all due to frustrations. "So stop your damn whining and fucking talk to me!" The emotions surged through her as if a dam had been broken amidst her curse-filled speech. The little doll of a girl would barely handle it anymore and as she gazed upon her best friend, the only real friend she had found while at Hogwarts, she could feel the tears welling up beneath her eyes.
"I just do not fucking understand, Pippa," Bailey expressed in quite the frustrated, nearly strained voice as she ran her hands through her long, auburn hair. "Who gives a damn what the Hell Christopher told me! It does not fucking matter!" A growl buzzed from her throat as she pondered more words to speak.
Her legs wanted to pace oh so quickly about the room and her energy level was increasing in correlation with her dancing emotions, but she refused to allow them such a freedom. Every nerve and muscle with in her body was being controlled by her mind and there were no doubts about it; she no longer shook with anger or shifted her weight from foot to foot in aggravation. Bailey had finally regained the control of herself and was quite relieved upon the realization. As if she had been experiencing an out of body coincidence, she took in a sharp breath and looked into Pippa's eyes. It was as if some demon had been playing with her strings and brewing the most horrible of feelings in the pot of her soul. Almost instantly, she wanted to pull her friend into a hug by locking her arms around her pale dormmate's waist and not wanting to let go; instead all she could do was simply wipe a rogue tear from her own face and speak in a hushed tone. "I'm sorry, but I don't want something a stupid ass boy did to you make you abandon me because maybe you think I had something to do with it. It is not fucking fair, Pippa."