IMAGINE IF MYSTERY CORRUPTED POLLI ENOUGH WHERE SHE STARTS THINKING NON-SEXUAL THINGS ARE SEXUAL LIKE- Mystery and Polli: Walking in a park or something Mystery: Points Hey look at that humming bird! Polli: Blushes O-Oh! I uhm! Ah! M-Mystery th-that’s-! Eh?! Y-You- Mystery: looks at her really heccin confused
So I just watched the 1st ep of Claws on TNT and I have some THOUGHTS
Desna: this is my QUEEN and anyone who gets in her way NEEDS TO DIE. She deserves NICE THINGS on a PERMANENT BASIS and SUCCESS.
Polly: smol baby bird, must protect
Virginia: I see that she will be a rising star. She’s been used and abused and she needs help to break away from the kind of role people try and force her in but I want her to be happy and I want her to be healthy and I want her to find herself and her voice and her own strength.
Jennifer: I am down for her being down to be Desna’s Right Hand
Grant sat outside the office for a long time, disillusioned from view, frozen up in pure fear. What if they came back and saw him? Heard him? What if they found out when he told someone? What if they hurt him?
What was Novus?
A long time passed. It was darker out now. He could see stars out the classroom window. The Gryffindor twitched, wishing he had the courage to summon Polly. He needed her. Grant cinched his arms around his knees a little tighter, then looked up, blinking. There she was. His bird. Polly. He’d practically just thought of her, and she appeared. The owl trilled disapprovingly, and Grant let the disillusionment spell fall away, leaving him curled up.
“Polly,” He croaked, and the bird hopped down, flapping her wings and nestling against him. Grant only just managed to move one of his hands to gently scratch the top of her beak when he saw a pair of feet in front of him.
He looked up fearfully, praying it wasn’t one of the professors. And it wasn’t. “Bellamy.” He said, paling. “I’ve… I-I’ve got… things…”
ectoplasm. by Polly Balitro For Flickr: Ectoplasm is said to be produced by physical mediums when in a trance state. This material is excreted as a gauze-like substance from orifices on the medium’s body and spiritual entities are said to drape this substance over their nonphysical body, enabling them to interact in our physical universe.