❝galilea mckinnon was a waterling; the salt of the frothy sea, the lily pads that dawned the shallow's edge of a weathering pond.❞ this is a girl x girl story between cho and an oc i created (the daughter of lesbian, marauder era couple marlene mckinnon and docras meadowes. her name is galilea mckinnon). these chapters are very short and written mostly in prose. beauty is rated mature for many reasons. themes such as domestic violence, cursing, depression, suicidal ideation, assault, internalsied homophobia, homophoia, racism, and smut will potentially be visited in this story. i don't speak mandarin and my italian is good but not great, so, feel free to correct me if you see any mistakes and you speak either language. to be fair, correct me if you see any mistakes in english as well. i'm dyslexic and dysgraphic, and i often make really stupid errors. this story means a lot to me. it's the first time i've ever written an oc, and it's pretty out of my comfort zone. i usually stick to hp characters only, because i always doubt myself as a writer, but i didn't want to do that this time around. this story is an ode to cho. she doesn't deserve all the hate she gets, and i was dead tired of writing about mostly white characters. hp, though it's the greatest love of my life, has its faults. i think its lack of diversity is probably first in line. ❝yalong with its lapping briny and its star-filled sky (and most importantly, galilea) was the place were dreams truly came true... never, ever america.❞

you're so stylish. a pentagon dps!au.

honeyed lips and a milk stained tongue is your tea before church.

a strange glimpse into your undoing.

seven sins and your need to escape from an all-consuming love.

i swallowed a rotten tongue

lace me in acid and call me holy

"Something tells me that you're a lot more interesting than you let people believe." "Oh please, me? No, I'm an open book!" •Marauders Era• •I'm terrible at descriptions• •art on the cover isn't mine•

"loud or loudly; to preform or written to be preformed loudly" falling for him was like sitting amidst an orchestra while every member played the selected piece as loud as they could. messy, dangerous, and a bad idea from the beginning. but i loved every minute of it.

i gave a boy a lavender sprig and he returned me with a kiss. ©achillics