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“.... and there is rowan.” jimmy rests against the wall and sighs, arms crossed, but her expression was clean. she didn’t look annoyed or anything, more like relaxed while talking to a fellow slytherin. “she goes there and does the right thing, isn’t it irritating? how can someone be so nice and good all the time? one day she’ll screw up and that’s the day i’ll know she’s a gryffindor for sure. so far she’s too hufflepuff.”

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“hey, rowan! thought you could help me, will you talk to your cousin--- not mimi, obviously! professor song! i mean professor song! can you talk to her to give me extra points for my effort on her class and ignore my bad performance on the exams? i really need those points and i’m mimi’s best friend! this counts for something, right!? she loves you, i bet she’ll listen to you if you ask! thanks!”

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rowan is the very only gryffindor jimmy actually likes. maybe it’s because she’s mimi’s cousin, or maybe cause rowan reminds her of hufflepuff people... or maybe rowan just grew on her. 

jimmy lowkey admires rowan and her beautiful successful life. she’s pretty, she’s smart, she’s popular, she’s part of the quidditch team and has some nice personality (she’s super funny too!) and jimmy just admires her from afar like “wow! she’s awesome”, but outside she’s like “ew, gryff”

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"i have something for you," miguel says as he walks up to the girl. it's easy to tell how there is something on his mind which captures both excitement and pride, filling the hufflepuff to the point he could probably burst at the seams. the hands which hid behind his back now appears with a seashell crown crafted carefully by the young boy. miguel carefully settles it on her head. "my princess, would you bless me with your presence by joining me for a walk on the beach?"

“for me?” there was curiosity in her voice, though her expression remained blank as her eyes scanned the boy’s face in search of a hint. miguel was always the drama king so he could be either exaggerating or actually be planning something big. there was no way jimmy could predict what was happening in his head. 

with a fast move, miguel gifts the slytherin. there was a little jump of surprise from her, followed by her eyes who got bigger thanks to the interesting object in the other’s hands. there was a bright smile over her lips when he placed the crown on her head, the kind of smile probably only miguel knew. “if you insist, well... what can i do?” there was a brief chuckle, a mix of silliness and embarrassment, and her hand naturally grabbed his arm to walk by his side. “did you make it yourself? shouldn't you have made one for you so we could match?” the slytherin enquires, arching a brow. “thank you, by the way.”

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crxisla:

if there was a way to speak to the departed, sometimes isla would love to inquire between both muggle and magic artists, how inspiration would strike. her creative muse seems to be the shyest one, instantly vanishing the moment it sensed a weight on her shoulders. but in all its irony, isla’s only interested in painting when she wishes to find a reason to depart from reality. painting is her sanctuary, a moment to mediate in the mind away from the troubles of life.

at least she’s not alone this time around. her company lies in the charms of a younger slytherin who wields her own interest in yarn instead of the familiar paint brush or pencil. but the basis is similar. a search for a muse, a focal point for their creation. something that should sound incredibly simple but retains such a high difficulty.

❝ – do you ever wonder, ❞ isla begins as she looks away from the sketch she is attempting to create. a rough draft for something later while the girl beside her works away at her own thing. ❝ – if finding an actual living inspiration would work better than simply staring at pictures. do you think we would do better if we walk around outside? ❞

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everyone who knew jimmy also knew there was no bigger passion in her life than crafting her plushies. that being said, there was this sort of appreciation for people who would give her enough space and silence for her to be immersed in her own world, crafting at her own speed. 

that being said, the older slytherin caught her attention and tugged at her heartstrings for sharing the very same passion, though for another form of art. it didn’t bother jimmy in any way, it actually pleased her to share quiet moments with the other in ways to create and have their works done. 

isla wasn’t the one to speak much, but on that sunny afternoon, she raised her voice despite their work being still halfway to being done. jimmy couldn’t help but frown, slowly digesting the other’s words. 

“you mean leaving here and getting in the middle of the chaos that is out there?” as the younger girl wrinkles her nose, she also shut her eyes tightly to show how unpleased she was with that. “this school has too many weird and loud people, what kind of inspiration will we find out there? unless you want to paint that...”

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“hey aelita! lemme tell you, i made that cute doll you were talking about that day... remember? the unicorn one! took me a lot of effort but it’s done. are you coming to see it? if you like it a lot, i’ll give you a discount! it’s really cute so you really should come and check it!”

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slythpuff, as expected, is a cute yet different relationship, so here is thing number one. thing number two would be how chill they are with each other. and number three i’m afraid they don’t meet up too much so it would be “too busy”.

Send  👏 and what your muse will do to fluster mine.

jimmy is not the kind to be mean, but in this case, just to make sure her fellow hufflepuff friend’s face would turn into a bright tomato and make her lose the bet, the slytherin decided the show must go on.

crossing the halls in the direction of the hufflepuff dorms, jimmy secured a handmade doll that was wearing a bra. the girl was happy to notice violet was just getting out of the dorms, and the hallway had a few people, to brighten a smile and show her the doll. 

“look! you forgot that with me, but i decided to give it back to you with an apology gift: a mini you, wearing your mini bra!” she beams, louder than she would normally speak, very proud of her own trick. 

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RELATIONSHIP BUILDING

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she jumps in front of the other and touches their long hair, "wow!" her voice was a bit loud, as if she was yelling to the other from a distant, "what hair product do you use?! it's so soft and... wavy!"

a hand was quickly placed over her heart, thanks to the sudden apparition of the older girl. jimmy took two long breaths, first to calm herself down and second to actually not be rude to the hufflepuff. the slytherin cringed at the other’s tone of voice, but she tried keeping her cool. “shampoo.” jimmy gently nods and forces a smile. “just shampoo.” she reassures the other while taking her hand away from her hair, but awkwardly patting it to not seem rude. “you should try it.”

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TO ALL MY GUMDROPS OUT THERE

I was not here but now I am HEH And I am here to call for anyone and everyone who wants to plot for this lovely event our lovely admins are gifting us because they are so amazing 10 points to Slytherin, please? 

Tbh, any plot at all, really. Let’s just plot. 

THAT’S IT, DON’T FORGET TO EAT WELL AND SLEEP WELL, GUMDROPS

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- WHEN YOU'RE NOT LISTENING.

mother knows well. mother knows all. mother is the best. mother wants to help you with everything. did you not already see, dear boy, how mother has saved your beloved cousins? she loves them so much. do you know who else she loves too? you know, don’t you? but the poor girl doesn’t know. you should go help her.

the distance between the hufflepuff commons and the slytherin commons has never felt so far until now. a few minutes, simple expanse of time now treading into eternity. faster. the sooner the better. the slytherin girl has to know right away, miguel prays she hasn’t fallen asleep already.

“hey moon maiden,” the hufflepuff hadn’t realized he had been running until she picks up his call and soft puffs of air wheeze out of his lunge in protest. “the night sky looks so lovey tonight apparently. should we go see? but it’s not just that.  i’m outside your door…  there’s something else i need to tell you right now. i need you now.”

an odd sense of bravado turns his mortal shell into its home. the last sentence rings so clearly in comparison to all his other sentences. maybe it carries the most truth miguel’s ever spoken too, real emotions crepsculating the usual humour he carries. 

the things you will do for her. the things you will show her. love. all for mother.

seeing her figure, her shadow at the doorway is enough incentive for him to leap over, arms immediatley outstretched to encircle her and pull her close. miguel takes a deep breath, inhaling the scent which wafts from her. it calms him down.

“thank you,” miguel mumbles, voice muffling into her shoulder. his mind brings in calrity, and with it an understanding ever moreso of what he has to do. the hufflepuff pulls back but one arm lingers, a hand binding her wrist tightly but not tight enough to cause her any pain. “i love you so much.”

and mother loves you even more. she’s been waiting, i’ve been waiting.

there is nothing beuatiful about how the crimson spreads over her top, dagger swallowed in hilt deep right where the heart is. miguel doesn’t look at face to read her expression. no, he knows as blood rooars into his ears that she must understand now so well.

mother loves you too. jimmy my sweet heart.

if there was someone, anyone, in the world jimmy would trust and care for the most, that person would probably be miguel. their friendship was beyond any ordinary level and their connection was strong and stable. she would do anything for him. 

so when she received his call, she didn’t hesitate. it was late at night and she was already in bed. but his voice (and the nickname he called her) made her heart race and her body to be fully awake in a second. jimmy was ready to meet him in less than three minutes, making her way down the dorms stairs in bare feet and opening the common room’s door for him. 

he needed her. there was a weird tingling running through her body when she first set her eyes on him and his words came back on her mind once again. she flushed, though she wasn’t sure why. once in the hug, all her muscles relaxed, jimmy smiled and enjoyed the embrace. not the skinship type, she was surprised to find out miguel’s hug was so comforting and good. 

the words ‘i love you’ repeated in her mind a billion times, her head spinning and her feet now seeming to leave the ground. she looked at him in awe, a flush of feelings she wasn’t aware about engulfing her in a fraction of second. jimmy had an answer for him. a perfect one. 

but the slytherin never had the chance to voice out her feelings, a growing pain over her chest taking all her attention away from him. she looks down to the blood staining her pajamas, her knees now meeting the ground. 

there was a strange feeling after that, something warm and comforting. jimmy was hit with a wave of love, something that was too big and too much for her. 

“don’t be scared, my girl. mother is here with you. i love you”

there was horror on her face when she looked up to miguel one more time, a mix of emotions inside her as she desperately fought against mother for the very first moments. but mother was too strong, and even if jimmy couldn’t understand why, she felt calmer and safer. 

“mimi, what have you done?” she cries out, scared and confused. that kind of love was too much for her, it was a mix of pleasure and pain. mother was too much, but she liked it.

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crmimi:

flabbergastment is the first friend to greet miguel. he is absolutely positive that when they made eye contact, even through the distance there had been a spark of recognition. she knew him. she had recognized him and she most definitely looked like a makeup-less version of the girl he’s been messaging for many years. so that led to the question, why was she running away?

did he have food on his teeth? a quick rub of his tongue informs miguel the answer is no. something on his face? he quickly pats himself. nothing felt odd though admittedly there was no mirror to help him confirm. after a bit more thought, the hufflepuff sets his mind on one thing. he might as well stop poking himself in random places, pondering any physical deficiencies and simply focus on running after the girl. it’s not as if he signed up for this marathon but if he has to he might as well win. as long as he doesn’t get lost in the caste.

“wait! i know you know who i am. so why are you running?” miguel calls out, desperation and confusion mixing together to become a pool of emotions in the pit of his stomach. it rises up into his features in some odd twisted manner. 

he’s close enough to grab her hands, but manners inform him that would be a terrible idea so he attempts to hook his fingers on her robe sleeves instead to tug her to a stop. “did i do something wrong?”

there was a rush of adrenaline running through her body, the girl probably had never run like this in her life. her mind was working crazily, trying to find ways to mislead the boy and get rid of him. and after that, it would be a huge game to hide from him for the next school years. but at that exact moment, the “after” wasn’t important, she only cared about getting rid of him. 

she heard him talking to her, so the slytherin made sure to not look back at that moment, instead she ducks into another corridor. mind going blank, her heart skipped a bit when she felt something tug on her sleeve. she was in panic at that moment. of course, the girl stopped, enough time for a quick move with her arm to get rid of his grip “sorry, i’m not this person.” she answers in a rushed tone, never daring to face the boy or even let him get a glimpse of her face. 

as soon as she was free, she was back into her marathon, this time hoping the boy gave up. but before she could make sure she wasn’t being followed, she was face to face with the stairs. “damn!” without much choice, and even though the air was starting to lack in her lungs, the girl climbed each step as fast as she could.

unfortunately, a wave of pure dread took over her body as the stairs decided to move when she was just a couple steps away from her destination. her hands grabbed the handrail to keep her balance, but a scream of pure shock and horror scaped her. 

she would have to face the boy now. 

cat-fishing (past)

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crxelizabeth:

day-dreaming with @crxjimmy

everyone who took one look at elizabeth would realize that this girl was as far from a dainty, young miss as anyone could ever get. just the mention of the word “domestic” gave the young girl the hives and she tried to avoid such acts at all costs. but even the girl who would rather scrape her knee running away than put on a dress was intrigued by the idea of mastering arts and crafts. 

that was how she got into this situation in the first place. 

on a lovely spring day, the courtyards of hogwarts bustling with life as students ate in the sunlight that has finally arrived after months of rain and dreary clouds. the serenity of the moment ruined by the exasperated groans of one young blonde. one hand grasping tightly upon the innocence carcass of an unlucky plushie, her other hand cramming a sharp needle and thread through the plush’s flesh. poking, poking, groaning, redoing, never seeming to get the intricate art of sewing on a mouth for the felted bunny in her hands. 

“jimmy,” she whines, “it doesn’t look right, what am doing wrong?” frustrated, she jams the needle into the plush and decides that doing things that required dainty fingers was just not going to be her thing. 

“that’s it! i give up! let’s burn this thing and forget i ever tried.” 

jimmy wasn’t the one to enjoy sunny afternoons, she would rather stay locked in her room minding her own business. the literate business she runs as a plush vendor. but the simple thought of someone enjoying her passion would melt jimmy’s cold heart and maybe, just maybe, make her have a little bit of love to give. 

she sat on the green grass, hair tucked in her shirt to refrain them to falling into her eyes, as she slowly taught the blonde girl how to sew the bunny she wished for. jimmy’s words weren’t rushed, instead, they were a gentle whisper, almost inaudible. 

the serenity of the moment was broken by elizabeth, but jimmy kept her blank expression like a pro. instead, she moved closer to the girl to poke her forehead, gently pushing her head in the process. “this is the problem.” 

the answer was put and clear as if it was enough to explain the whole problem. the slytherin sat back and was once again cutting the fabric that the blonde girl was supposed to use next. “you can’t concentrate.” jimmy decides a full explanation was needed, and that’s why she continues, still in quiet tones. “you’re getting frustrated and this is blocking your concentration. take a breath, calm yourself down and try again. your mind needs to be set on the plush.”

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"hey jimmy, recently i gained the ability to fit the entire world in my hands," as usual there is excitement to his steps as he bounds over to sit across from the girl. reaching forward and making sure not to touch any of her belongings on the table, he places his hands on the slytherin's cheeks. "see?"

jimmy was waiting for mimi by the library, her heavy books were scattered everywhere, but the girl was secretly having some chocolate frogs instead of reading. the two youngsters have decided to study together, but jimmy had high hopes on convincing mimi to do otherwise since the slytherin was too tired.

a smile lighted up her face as soon as she spotted the hufflepuff, but her mind barely had any processing time between mimi’s fast steps, fast words, and fast hands. “wha---?” jimmy stared blankly at the boy, her lips parting to answer him but her words never finding their way through her throat.

after a while she managed to find the perfect answer. “are you calling me fat or something?” the girl held back a mischievous smile, trying to look serious and offended to convince mimi she was being serious. 

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[ 🦉✉️ ]- Hey Jimmy! I feel like I keep missing you with school work accumulating on us and not letting us breathe! I hope you are well and we should have tea soon! xoxo Violet

{text to: violet} hey, vi!{text to: violet} end of school year is the worst, don’t professors know we have other stuff to study besides their own stuff??{text to: violet} are you free this afternoon? i need a break, let’s meet up!

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crxamelia:

Hello, my dear kids!

As everyone knows I was out because I was sick, and (un)fortunately I am back! I bet you missed me and my super cool homework. if you say no I’ll be deducting 10 points from your house, in addition, I’ll gift 10 points to whoever says they missed me a lot, k?

But now let’s focus on this work. To celebrate the most recent muggle heroes movie, your homework will be very simple:  Who is your favorite superhero and why? 30 points will be given. Additional 20 points if you elaborate why do you think muggles like superheroes so much. extra 50 points if you can convince me why DC is better than Marvel, or vice-versa. 

Make it short, everyone! No stress on this homework. You have until next Monday, May 28th to deliver it (by reblog).  

Good luck, I love you guys!

dear professor amelia, who is obviously the best professor in the entire school and who was obviously very very missed by everyone.

my favorite superhero is loki. and yes, i know he’s a villain of sorts.... or whatever he is. from all the marvel movies i was forced to watch (thanks to your beloved cousin), this guy was the best character ever. 

loki is not only a pretty face, he is also smart, manipulative, strategist and has some awesome brain skills! did i mention he is a god? because he is. you might think he’s a snake and all, but did you notice how he always love his too overrated brother in the end? talk about siblings chemistry!

and professor song, above all stuff that has been said about why marvel is better than dc, i have the most important fact that i’m pretty sure that will convince you in a blink of an eye: imagine loki, thor, captain america, black panther (and his villain cousin) and starlord all shirtless in front of you. you’re welcome. 

that’s it for my homework, peace. 

ps: please accept my late homework!

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the apprentice.

surrounded by colored cloudy yarn, jimmy was comfortably sitting on the floor, exactly like how she enjoyed the most and usually how she would be found most of the times. but instead of rapid fingers tangling and pulling the yarn, she moved them slowly and gracefully.

her eyes weren’t focused on her work, but on the work of the boy sitting in front of her, quietly correcting him from time to time and paying attention to every little move of his. “it’s down first, then you pull, cecil.” she presses a finger at the exact point where the boy missed the move but doesn’t scold him.

she learned everything by herself and by reading books. teaching someone how to make their own plushies was like sharing her biggest secret, but somehow it was a very fulfilling experience. she tried to keep her pace slow, exactly how she wished to be taught. “you’re almost there, can you see its shape already?” jimmy smiles, the specific glint of a proud mother in her eyes. 

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"it's a curious thing," suddenly she has a mischievous grin on her face that shouldn't be there - however, rowan does hope that jimmy isn't catching on to what she will say next. "because i tend to feel that way around the people i have a crush on."

jimmy’s disgusted expression melted into a blank one, and she stared at the older girl for long seconds, quietly and just absorbing her teasing words. 

“so i’m afraid your trouble is quite big right now.” jimmy replies her friend, not even controlling her sharp tongue. “as for myself, mimi is my only trouble. i guess that’s what you get from hufflepuffs. you totally understand it, right?”