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spellbxnd​:

with: anyone where: outside the burning remnants of harriet’s clinic

It’d all happened so quickly. It was nearing two am; Harriet had almost finished up with her patients for the night, ready for her staff to come in and take over at three. There had been four patients inside her clinic at the time, two in the waiting room and two seated in separate examination rooms. She’d been with a tipsy teenager who’d stumbled in after a fall when the smell of smoke hit her and she realized something wasn’t right.

By the time she’d opened the door, the fire had spread up the hallway and already blocked off her office. “Everybody out!” She screamed, making a panicked move to help the limping teenager out first. The fire was violent, unforgiving and fast; it hadn’t even taken her twenty seconds to get the girl out the door before that examination room was up in flames. There was no way this was an accidental fire. The way it spread, it was magical and it was deliberate. And it terrified her.

The smoke made it hard to see and made her lungs feel like they were burning; she tried to stay low as the two in the waiting room ran for their lives, though she looked outside and noticed there were only three standing outside, watching the building go up in flames. There was another patient still inside. “Mira!” She yelled in between spluttered coughs - she held her shirt up to her face and ran back down the hall that was nearly overcome by the flames. The girl swung open a door, coughing just as badly as Harriet. She was deaf, she hadn’t heard Harriet calling for her. “Come on!” She yelled, not having time to sign, wrapping an arm around the girl and hauling her outside with the others. She felt dizzy, with all the smoke that she’d inhaled, but her patients were safe and that’s what mattered. 

All that was left was for Harriet was to keel over and watch the clinic she’d worked so hard to build crumble to the ground.

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Despite his best efforts, Dirk was late for work. Back at Hogwarts, he’d always been punctual, the first one seated at the Hufflepuff table for breakfast in the morning, especially in the first few years. But once he left school and started working, he stared being late. Late to being early at first, barely on time, to rushing through a crowd of people because he was five minutes late and still blocks away. This time he was rushing because he could see the plumes of smoke coming from the direction of the clinic. “No, no, please no.” It was said to no one in particular but he repeated it like a chant, like he could change reality with it.

Getting closer made it all the more obvious where the smoke was coming from and as he slowed to a stop, chest hurting from running in his much too tight binder, he could only stare at the fire for a second. His brain was malfunctioning, he could hardly focus long enough to think. By the time he could find one common thread, already having stalled out for a few minutes as he was frazzled, he had found Harriet on the ground.

Wordlessly, he moved to sit next to her, grim solidarity as he watched the building burn. 

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spellbxnd​:

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“That’s okay,” Harriet smiled sweetly, relieved to know that he was okay. She gestured to a booth nearest them, hoping he’d like to sit and chat for a few minutes. “If you ever get busy, you’re under no obligation to come to my clinic, okay? Just make sure you’re taking care of yourself. Are you just busy with work, or is there something on your mind?”

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After glancing around quickly and determining that they’d be okay if he sat down for a few minutes, Dirk nodded, sliding into the booth she suggested. “Just busy,” he promised, knowing full well it was about as far from the truth as he could get. As subtly as he could, he pulled his sleeves down, hoping to hide the marker writing on his arms, reminding him do basic things like eat and shower. “How are things at the clinic? No major catastrophes, clearly, or I would’ve heard about it by now.”

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kxngdomcxme​:

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Sylvie didn’t frequent the Leaky Cauldron, having enjoyed the muggle bars and taverns a bit better over the past few years. However, with everything that has happened recently, she figured it wouldn’t hurt to stick around in Diagon Alley and keep an ear out for what everyone has been saying. 

She also wasn’t expecting beer to smash at her feet, but it’s not the worst thing she’s had near her. The mooncalf she has been taking care of over the past few months loved to bring dead rats to her - beer and glass was nothing. 

“‘S alright,” she said, brushing off the few splatters of beer that had made it to her ankles. Sylvie downed the rest of her glass, holding it out to the other. “You can make it up to me by getting a refill, how about that?”

“Yeah, no problem.” Certainly not the way Dirk would preferred to be asked but he didn’t mind all too much. There’d been worse ways. He’s almost positive he still has a scar on his neck from a patron getting mad when they were told they were cut off. He took the glass, grabbing her another drink from the bar and setting it down in front of her. 

He uses his magic for just about everything these days. It’s a difficult, dangerous, political climate and the last thing he needs is to do something the muggle way and have someone decide he’s their new chew toy. “It’s on the house.” It’s as much of an offer as an apology, glancing at the broken glass by their feet. The butterbeer had been cleaned up but the glass remained shattered until he grabbed his wand, repairing that as well.

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edithburning​:

He was good at magic. She always liked watching other people work magic. It said so much about them. Dirk looked careful. He looked like someone that tried hard not to look like any one in particular.

“I know you’re working so we can’t really like, chat for real, but mind standing here a bit longer?” She asked. “If you have to go do your job that’s okay. I just don’t see many people besides my roommate and my boss these days. And I’m sure you’ve got some wild stories, working nights at this place.”

She wished she could channel Amos’s ease with people. He was so nice to everyone and she was all 20 Questions right off the bat. A few of her colleagues in Brazil had described as ‘intense’ in a tone of voice that made it clearly it hadn’t been a compliment.

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In the wizarding world, boys were given a pocket watch when they came of age. It was a wide spread enough tradition that Dirk had managed to get his hands on one in an attempt to blend further in to the background. It was a little dinged up, had definitely seen better days, but considering how much he paid for it at a consignment shop, that was to be expected. If anyone asked, he always said it was a family heirloom. As Edith asks if he can hang around a moment longer, the watch makes an appearance, being pulled from the pocket of his jeans. 

“I can actually sit down for a while.” It was about time for him to take a break and as the manager on duty, who was really going to tell him no. With the use of his magic, the glass made its way back behind the bar and he headed over to an empty table. Sitting down was a much welcome break for both his feet and his lungs. 

Edith may want to hear his stories from his time working nights there but Dirk was much more interested in hers. Travelling was not something he was holding out hope to become available in the future, so he’d have to make do living vicariously through other people. “Where were you travelling?”

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frogspawnandroses​:

One little crash and Lily’s mind was immediately in battle-mode, eyes checking corners. Just a glass. They took a breath, relaxing their wand arm. They were quite practiced at sliding their wand in and out of their sleeve with a flick of the wrist, but one didn’t want to look too conspicuous. Too battle-ready. That kind of thing gets you noticed.

Instead, she laughed it off. “Just a bit. This shirt needed a wash anyway.” She drew her wand, slow and normal, and dried herself off. She would have helped with the floor, but it was done already, so instead she took a seat at the counter. “You all right?” 

-

The wild look in Lily’s eyes was one Dirk himself was intricately familiar with, which only made him feel worse about scaring her. It wasn’t the type of thing he would apologize for, simply because he didn’t want her to feel put on the spot about it, but instead, a glass of butterbeer was placed on the counter in front of where they sat. It was his own version of a silent apology. 

His own shoes are a little bit wet from the spilled drink, but it’s another problem to worry about later and he glanced down at his shoes to see a shard of glass on it. With a shrug, he brushed it off. “No worse for the wear. Drink’s on the house, by the way.”

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echoesofscreams​:

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          Amos was still a little weirded out by Dumbledore being missing and that his mother had heard about it before him. He really was hoping that the headmaster was found sooner rather than later because he had always thought the man was a decent person. Although he never really got to know the headmaster from his time at Hogwarts, Amos had always thought he was a brilliant wizard. He didn’t know what he could do to help the situation because he hadn’t attended the gala. He wasn’t a Death Eater either. 

          He was distracted enough that after a very long and exhausting day at work, instead of immediately going home, he found himself wanting a drink at the Leaky Cauldron. Sometimes he didn’t drink what he ordered, he just felt mature ordering it. Today wasn’t one of those days. He was a drink in when he figured it was nearing time to get home or Edith might worry. He heard glass break and looked up to see Dirk. “No, I’m fine. Even if you did get me, it’s nothing I haven’t dealt with before. I once managed to spill boiling water on my foot because I picked up the pan and it was hotter than I expected it to be.” Amos smiled. “Are you okay? Do you want to talk or something? People say I’m very good at listening.” 

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Pain was something Dirk knew well, but burning your foot with scalding hot water was not a type of pain he was used to. Despite that, he winced in sympathy as he heard Amos’ story. “That sounds ... horrific. Is your foot okay or is it, like, kinda mangled?” There was humor in his tone where there normally wouldn’t be, but he knew Amos well enough, knew that his joke wouldn’t be taken in a bad way. Dirk had learned the hard lesson a long time ago to watch his mouth. It ended up getting him in trouble more often than not. 

After cleaning up the mess, he actually managed to flash a smile at Amos, hopefully reassuring, though probably a little more frayed around the edges. “Nah, I’m good.” He wasn’t, but he was never the type to burden other people with his problems. It was easier this way. “Thank you, though. Means a lot for you to even offer.” As a token of appreciation, or perhaps a distraction technique, he placed a full glass in front of Amos. 

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spellbxnd​:

★ –

The last few days at the clinic had been incredibly busy following the stress of the gala. Dirk would usually swoop in and be an angel to Harry when she needed the help, but he hadn’t even popped his head in, so she made it her next mission to find him and see if he was alright. Clearly something was on his mind as she walked in and nearly got covered with beer. Not that she minded, she was very much used to the whole ‘messes at work’ thing. “I’m alright, Dirk. Are you? The glass didn’t cut you, did it?” She gave him a quick look over, the doctor in her kicking in automatically, but he looked alright and she eased up a little. “I haven’t seen you at the clinic in a while, so I just wanted to check in and make sure you’re holding up alright.”

-

Among the two main jobs he had, Dirk kept himself busy, always going, going, going to keep the depression from catching up to him. Busking before and after shifts at St. Mungo’s, working nights at the Leaky Cauldron as the night manager, he often helped out at Harriet’s clinic. It was good training, but in the long run, he wasn’t there for training. It wasn’t the easiest to get an appointment at a muggle clinic and Harriet already trusted him. Stealing the testosterone he needed to survive was a lot more risky, but he kept himself close, so he would be the first to know when she noticed the missing drug. “I’m fine.” A little bit of glass cutting his palm was hardly the worst pain he’d ever endured, hardly even bleeding. “Yeah. Yeah, sorry. I got busy here and at St. Mungo’s. I was gonna check in.”

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edithburning​:

Edith waved the concern away, brushing the water off her favorite jacket. She’d had it Charmed to be permanently waterproofed and stain-resistant years back in Taiwan and it had been worth all the money it had cost.

This kid was cute; in the way that little puppies and small kids were cute. Cute like a fully completed puzzle or a new sudoku book. Did he need more friends? Edith did. Shit, how did she make friends again? It had been ages. 

“It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.” She assured him. “Are you new around here, or have I just been travelling too long? Everyone looks new to me now. I’m Edith. Nice to meet you.”

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To say Dirk had any friends at all would be an understatement. Life after Hogwarts wasn’t a thing he had planned out and, suffice to say, he had expected to just stop existing after he graduated. Introverted by nature, he never made friends with the intention of keeping them post Hogwarts. They were all shallow, superficial connects, ones that clearly hadn’t survived for how few people knew he was still around. There are familiar faces that come into the Leaky Cauldron almost every day, people Dirk recognized. He never knew if they remembered him, though.

The glass mends itself back together and levitates into his hand before he switches to scourgify, then the hot air charm, not willing to leave a mess on the floor. “You’ve been travelling too long.” But Dirk had a tendency to be hard to track down, especially given his messed up sleep schedule. Unless someone was specifically paying attention, he was the type of person who was easily lost in a crowd. “Dirk. Nice to meet you too.” 

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[the leaky cauldron] [open]

Word travels fast in the wizarding world and it wasn’t long before Dirk had heard the horrible news: Dumbledore had been kidnapped. Already he hadn’t been sleeping well, plagued by nightmares, but this had made him sick to his gut. Dumbledore had shown him a kindness not shown to him by many and his brain had just been stuck in the endless loop of anxiety. The various what-ifs that kept his heart hurting and it bled into his work. 

Such as dropping a not quite empty beer glass because he was distracted having overheard people speaking about the missing man. Eavesdropping, trying to find information he didn’t already have was not the reason he worked at the Leaky Cauldron, but it sure was a perk. He managed to move his feet back in time, avoiding shattered glass and the dregs of the beer, but he isn’t sure if the person who happened to be in close range was so lucky. “Shit.” Without hesitation, his wand is out and he cleans up the mess, but it’s just another thing closer to his inevitable breakdown, one he’ll need a few days of lying in bed and a new tattoo to move past. “Sorry, mate. I didn’t get you, did I?” 

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tw: child abuse, transphobia.

basics.

001. full name. dirk anthony cresswell

002. name meaning.           dirk ( german ): leader of the people.          anthony ( latin ): priceless one.

003. nicknames. if you can find any for dirk, go right ahead!

004. gender + pronouns. transmale ( closeted ); he/him.

005. age. nineteen, born february 14, 1961.

006. blood status. muggleborn.

007. sexual orientation. questioning. 

008. occupation. apprentice healer at st. mungo’s / musician / manager of the leaky cauldron.

personality.

001. zodiac. aquarius.

002. mbti. infp-t.

003. enneagram. type two, the helper.

004. moral alignment. chaotic good.

005. temperament: sanguine.

006. archetype. the mediator.

007. element. air. 

008. personality traits.                 positive. helpful, cooperative, industrious, empathetic.                  neutral: private, impressionable, deceptive, noncommittal.          negative: evasive, mistrustful, docile, flaky. 

affiliation.

001. parents.                 rose mcafee. ( estranged )         derek mcafee. ( deceased )

002. siblings.        

003. extended family.  

004. relationship status. single.

005. allegiance. neutral

006. pets. a ragdoll cat named pixel.

magical stats.

001. wand.                 alder wood          9 inches.                  unicorn tail hair.         very flexible.

002. boggart. the corpse of his foster father.

003. patronus. basset hound.

004. amortentia. honeysuckle, vanilla, salt water and sunblock, pine trees. 

character tropes.

001. crowd pleaser.

002. everybody smokes.

003. misery builds character.

004. badass pacifist.

005. conspiracy theorist.

006. deadpan snarker.

007. parental abandonment.

008. stepford smiler.

009. mysterious past.

key information.

001. he’s notoriously private and tells no one anything about him. most people don’t know his birthday, or his middle name. after getting bashed in the summer between his fourth and fifth year at hogwarts, he resigned himself to never trusting anyone again.

002. his birth parents had him to save their marriage and it didn’t work. his mother hit him once, when he was four, and he was removed that same night. he went through ten foster homes from the time he was four to the time he was eleven. 

003. he got in trouble with the cops after trying to hang out with his foster brother’s friends as an eight year old and the cop who talked to him later fostered him. dirk considers the cop to be his father and used a derivate of his name, derek. derek died less than a year after he was fostered and rose, his wife, couldn’t care for dirk through her depression so he went into the system once more.

004. he went to hogwarts on scholarship and was told he only had to make good grades, not to pay it back. he was also placed with in a group home for boys run by a squib during the school breaks. he never stayed there and much preferred to break into abandoned and foreclosed houses to squat.

005. he is pre-op and steals testosterone from muggle doctors. he sleeps in his binder and showers in the dark because his dysphoria is very bad most days.

006. his arms are covered in reminders like eat and shower because he’ll forget otherwise. 

007. he carries muggle medicine in his bag, like ibuprofen and bandaids. he also carries an extra pack of cigarettes and packs of matches. anything someone could feasibly need, he likely has it in his bag.

008. he’s technically homeless, but no one knows this. him having a place to stay is a very recent development, one having come about after seeing a manager wanted sign for the leaky cauldron. he manages it without pay in exchange for a room. along with that, he plays guitar at open mic nights and is an apprentice healer at st. mungo’s. 

009. he is a seer and doesn’t realize it. his visions manifest as nightmares and they leave him shaken. most nights he can’t sleep because of it. the longest he’s ever gone without sleep is seventy-two hours and he started hallucinating.

010. his only real goal in life is to pay back the kindness people have shown him, or to pay it forward to others in need. 

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cassandragreengrass​:

@dirkcresswellx​

There was a lot on her mind. Her newfound engagement was the main thing nagging at her thoughts. She knew that she needed to keep up appearances and the mere thought made her sick to her stomach. Cassandra didn’t like many people. She could count the number of people she liked on one hand. Regulus wasn’t one of those people. They’d be married before she knew it. Still - that didn’t mean she had to like it now. It didn’t mean that she needed to obey her future husband now. They were betrothed, but he wasn’t the boss of her. She could do what she wanted. Cassandra stalked the corridors, attempting to walk off her frustrations. She wasn’t paying attention to her surroundings and she squeaked in surprise when she was suddenly pulled in the opposite direction and out of the way of a bucket of paint that fell from an archway. 

Peeves. 

“Shit,” she muttered under her breath, as she attempted to recollect herself. The blonde brushed off her skirt, before meeting the gaze of the person whom had saved her from the prank. 

Peeves didn’t work silently, Dirk noticed. He hummed to himself and talked about how good this next prank would be, an effective deterrent because everyone who overheard him would go to warn their friends to avoid that corridor. Dirk had been sitting nearby with a book, trying not to draw attention to himself because it was the surefire way to end up as as the next target for a prank but he warned off anyone who hadn’t heard about the prank to find another way. But Cassandra, who was approaching almost in a huff didn’t notice. She didn’t even seem to hear him trying to warn her; his own fault for being so soften spoken.

She hit the trip wire and the paint started to tip and he was up, grabbing her hand to pull her out of the way as fast as possible, faster than he thought he could move.

“Sorry,” he said when all of the paint had splashed and the floor had taken all of the damage. “I didn’t want to just grab you but I figured you’d be more upset if you got paint on your clothes.” He cast a cleaning charm on the floor, not wanting it to be detrimental to anyone else.

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Sectumsempra: Have you ever hurt someone? What happened?

“Of course I haven’t.”

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thesniffler​:

Harry Potter Spell Themed Asks

Accio : If you could summon anything in the world right now what would it be?

Aguamenti: Do you like water?

Alohomora: Can you and have you, ever picked a lock?

Anapneo: Are you CPR certified?

Aparecium: On of a scale of Mr. Bean to 007 how much of a spy are you?

Avada Kedavra: If you could kill one single person, who would it be?

Avis: What’s your favorite kind of bird?

Brachiabindo: Have you ever been tied up before? What was the circumstance?

Capacious Extremis: If you could make one object bigger on the inside, what would the object be?

Cave Inimicum: You’ve got to fortify your room from zombies with only objects you have readily available. What do you use?

Colloportus: Have you ever locked yourself out of your own house before? If so, what did you do?

Confringo: Have you ever accidentally set fire to something?

Confundo : What confuses you most about the world?

Crucio: What’s the worst pain you’ve ever been in?

Deletrius: What’s the last thing that you did besides this?

Densaugeo: What’s the most extensive thing you’ve been to the dentist for?

Deprimo: Have you ever been knocked over by the wind before?

Descendo: What’s been a low point in your life?

Diffindo: When was the last time you ripped and article of clothing?

Engorgio: What’s the worst case of swelling you’ve ever experience?

Episkey: If you could heal anyone in the world right now, who would it be?

Expecto Patronum: What’s your happiest memory?

Expelliarmus: Have you ever had to disarm someone? If so, why?

Expulso: Have you ever made something explode? Explain how and why?

Ferula: Have you ever had to wear a brace? What happened?

Flagrate: If you could write one thing in the sky, what would it be?

Flipendo: Have you ever fallen down stairs before?

Fulgari: If you could be bond to one person, who would it be?

Furnunculus: How bad was your acne as a teenage?

Geminio: If you could have a single copy of something, anything, what would it be?

Glisseo: Water slide or playground slide?

Impedimenta: You can stop one person from coming near you, ever, like a permanent, unbreakable restraining order, who is it?

Imperio: You can have one person be your slave for a day without repercussion, who?

Impervius : In the middle of a storm would you rather have waterproof shoes, or a waterproof coat?

Incarcerous: Have you ever tied someone up?

Incendio: Do you like candles? If so, what’s your favorite smell?

Langlock: You can stop one person in the world from speaking. Who is it?

Legilimens: If you had the power to read minds for a day, would you use it?

Locomotor: You can chose one object to follow you around, what is it?

Lumos: Candle, Flashlight, Sunlight, Moonlight, or Bioluminescence? 

Meteolojinx Recanto: What’s your favorite type of weather?

Mobiliarbus: What’s your dream garden?

Molliare: Have you ever made a surprisingly soft landing when you were sure you’d break something? What happened?

Morsmordre: What would your signal in the sky be to mark your presence?

Muffliato: Have you ever eavesdropped on a conversation? What was it about?

Nox: Were you/are you, afraid of the dark?

Obliviate: What’s something you wish you could forget?

Obscuro: What’s a kink that you have? What about it excites you?

Oppugno: You’re about to be in a fight! The object directly to your left is what you have as a weapon! What is it and how would you use it?

Orchideous: What’s your favorite flower?

Pack: When’s the last time you did some packing?

Petrificus Totalus: Have you ever been/felt paralyzed?

Piertotum Locomotor: You can make one  object in your current room come to life, what is it?

Point Me: How easily do you get lost?

Portus: What object would you turn into a portkey and where would it take you?

Protego: You can protect one person from harm. Who?

Quietus: When was the last time you yelled at someone?

Reducio: What’s something you’d like to make bigger?

Reducto: You’ve got one chance to explode something without an consequences. What is it?

Rennervate: Have you ever passed out/fainted before? What happened?

Reparo: What’s one thing you’d like to fix?

Rictusempra: Where’s the most effective place to tickle you?

Riddikulus: What’s your greatest fear? Do you think you’ll be able to overcome it?

Scourgify: What’s something that you should clean up?

Sectumsempra: Have you ever hurt someone? What happened?

Serpensortia: Do you like snakes?

Silencio: How much “quiet time” on average, do you need in a day?

Sonorus: If you had a message you could say to the whole world. What would it be?

Specialis Revelio: If you could have a magical property, what would it be?

Stupefy: Do you think you’d be able to knock someone out?

Tarantallegra: What’s your favorite kind of dance?

Wingardium Leviosa: If you had the power of telekinesis, what would you do with it?

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vagueenthusiast​:

honeydukes-themed asks!

Acid Pops: Do you thrive on conflict, or avoid it?

Bertie Bott’s: Are you adventurous or a homebody?

Blood-Flavoured Lolly: Have you ever been stuck on someone?

Cauldron Cakes: Do you bake? If so, what was your greatest creation?

Chocolate Frog: Have you ever ghosted someone/been ghosted?

Cockroach Cluster: What signs would you say point to a bad friend?

Crystallized Pineapple: Have you ever been teacher’s pet?

Drooble’s Best Blowing Gum: What is something you’re really proud of?

Exploding BonBons: What is the angriest you’ve ever been?

Fizzing Whizzbees: Do you fight for any causes? What are they?

Liquorice Wands: What is something you love that most people hate?

Pepper Imps: How do you feel about spicy foods?

Pumpkin Pasties: When you’re sad, how do you comfort yourself?

Sugar Quills: Do you have oral fixation?

Treacle Fudge: What’s the sweetest thing someone has done for you?