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thatdarkdivide​:

          “Thank you.” She knew she was right. She was always right. And besides, flies were just pieces of paper. They didn’t mean anything. People rarely ever read them. She handed a small stack over to Arthur. Asami was trying to be nice, she liked the people in her house, even if there were some of them that she didn’t get along with. As much as she did like Gryffindor, it really had been a shock she’d been sorted into this particular house. But there had to be a reason and she trusted the hat’s decision and it wasn’t entirely wrong. “Sure, you don’t have to help that much. You can tackle the Great Hall and that will be enough.” She smiled as best as she could, her mind already moving on to where she needed to put posters up. “Thank you for your support. And please don’t call me bossy.” 

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As she gave him the fliers, he brought it closer to his face so he could actually read and understand all that was on it. It wasn’t a bad flier, and was very informational and he found it a little inspiring that Asami was such an activist. “Thank you so much.” He gave a big toothy grin, ready to go decorate the walls with the fliers. “No problem! It’s a little inspiring, you know. How much you care, about this.” He waves he filers around, meaning her care for animals. It really wasn’t any different than his fight for social justice in the world. Before he left for the Great Hall, he held the fliers in his hands tighter as he told her this. “I run a uh, club, called All Aspects.” He began, trying to find the right words. It wasn’t a club he was running around telling everyone about, and it wasn’t exactly a popular one at the moment. “It’s about equal rights for magical beings, well, really social justice stuff. Anyway, I think you would fit in with your animal rights and all that.” 

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daisyhookumxxx​:

Daisy had honestly not expected that to be as easy as it was, and the moment the note was in her hand, she was immediately unfolding it. She probably should have guessed that Arthur would realize his mistake quickly, but she was already scanning the paper, and when she noticed his hand reaching out she quickly took a little step back, not bothering to hide her grin anymore as she took in the absolutely cheese that oozed off the page. She would absolutely never admit that she thought it was adorable, and that she would have probably swooned if a boy wrote her cheesy shit like this. “Okay, first of all, where did you get these lines, because I’m pretty sure that not even the moon is this cheesy.” She couldn’t quite help the teasing, but offered him a smile to let him know that she was absolutely still on his side. “Have you considered skipping the ‘If I could rearrange the alphabet’ line and just, I dunno, asking her on a date?”

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Daisy was already looking through his letter when he had instantly regretted this idea. A small blush tinted his nose and cheeks as she read through it, him just standing there as she did so. He wasn’t going to get it back, that was clear now. “Well, I read them in this muggle magazine.” He explained, that same magazine still somewhere in his bedroom back at home. “It was like an article about what girls like to hear. Obviously, it wasn’t very accurate.” Arthur huffs, but he wasn’t peeved in anyway. This was sweet little Daisy, after all. “I can’t just ask a her on a date, Daze. I don’t think it’s that simple.” It really was that simple, Arthur was just afraid of any big fat ‘NO’. “Besides, life is kind of crazy right now. Maybe it’s just for the best that it’s like... this.” He murmured, turning a little more serious about the situation.

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where: a currently empty hallway of hogwarts. who: open!

Arthur had gotten himself nestled on a bench in an empty corridor, his study materials strewn out on the floor. He had been going over his Transfiguration notes, but had accidentally started to drift off to sleep. He laid sprawled on the bench, eyebrows furrowed as he dreamed. He still had parchment in his lap, along with his quill that somehow still sat in the palm of his hand as it fell limp off the bench.

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arthur weasley. preferences. task 012.

1. Movies

Comedy or Action?

Romance or Horror?

Adventure or Drama?

Historical or Musicals?

Sci-fi or Westerns?

2. Food

Tea or Coffee?

Cake or Pie?

Fruit or Vegetables?

Sweet or Spicy?

Cereal or Oatmeal?

Bagels or Cookies?

Sandwich or Pizza?

3. Nature

Early Bird or Night Owl? (neither because he sleeps so damn much. sleeps through the mornings. sleeps through the nights. he’s always just zzzzzzzz.)

Summer or Winter?

City or Countryside?

Cats or Dogs?

Hiking or Swimming?

Forest or Meadow?

4.  Misc.

Hugs or Kisses?

Books or Movies?

Shorts or Long Pants?

Monopoly or Sorry?

Comic Books or Novels?

Showers or Baths?

Chess or Checkers?

Hip-Hop or Classical Music?

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hauntedblonde​:

red hair and a vaguely lost look about his eye. arthur weasley meant no harm. part of narcissa expected that he couldn’t do any harm even if he meant it. she rested her broom over her shoulder and turned in his direction. cissy sighed. “you should pay better attention to where you’re going arthur.” she chided and shook her head. “not everyone is as observant when practicing. a rogue bludger could have easily hit you from here.” while his family might not necessarily meet the standards of hers, he was still as pureblooded as they came. she’d never held him any ill will. despite the fact that he always seemed to be thinking somewhere far from where they were. he seemed even more disconnected than she’d seen him in the past. “are you well?”

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It was quite often that Arthur tried to avoid most of the purebloods, although, when he came face to face with some of them he tried to play nice. He held indifference for most of the purebloods. Narcissa had never been quite so rude to him, and there was an elegance about her that was charming. Still, he often felt he didn’t belong in the pureblood society as his parents (and him, too, once he grew up and made his own decisions) had been labeled “blood-traitors”. Not that he cared all that much for fitting in, there wasn’t anything exactly appealing about being inside the pureblood sacred circle. He honestly, quite despised most of it. He loved the muggle world a bit too much to ever play wizarding royal court. 

“Yeah, you’re very right.” Arthur nods, running a hand through his already wild hair. “I’ll try to be more aware of my surroundings.” He told her, and making it more a promise to himself. He really needed to stop getting lost in his thoughts. “Oh yes, yes, thanks for asking.” It came almost as a surprise to hear Narcissa, and he had to hold back the way his eyebrows wanted to jump to his hairline. He did assume she must not care all that much and was making idle chatter with him, though. He couldn’t really fault her if that was the case, as he supposed that he wouldn’t have cared all that much of her own problems. If she had any, as if he would ever know it. When he thought more of it, they really were just in completely different worlds and those worlds would always be separate from each other. It’s too bad, he’d think. Since she asked him, it seemed only polite to ask if she was doing okay as well. “Have you been alright, Narcissa?” 

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daisyhookumxxx​:

Daisy couldn’t quite help but lift an eyebrow at the flash of parchment before it was tucked away, and had it been anyone else, she would have dropped it. But this was Arthur, the same Arthur who very clearly had it bad for her best friend. And well… if he was going to ask Daisy’s advice on all things Molly, she thought she had the right to just a little bit of nosiness. Holding out her hand, she gave him a look, still fighting off the grin. “Let’s see it. I’m probably going to see her before you, anyway, so I can pass it along, and make sure it doesn’t have any major grammatical errors.”

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Arthur’s eyebrows shot to his hairline. His mind starting to process this very nice offer of Daisy’s, and trying to remember all that he wrote in the note as to ensure there was nothing too embarrassing in it. After a moment, he pulled it out of his pocket and slapped it into the other girl’s hand. “Okay, but don’t start making vomit noises when you read it.” He was gonna let it be, leave her on her journey to find Molly and hand it off to her. Yet, as he kept stewing on it, he started to recall the flirty and quite honestly, cheesy, lines he had taken to pen in the note. Then, he was quickly hurrying back through the hallway to Daisy. “Uh, actually, on second thought...” He tried to squeak out, trying to snatch the letter back from Daisy. “Don’t want you to actually retch all over these cobblestone floors, so, please, hand it back over.”

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Arthur had totally been spacing away the day. Barely managing to get out of bed for the day, his own room mates having to shove him awake. It was as if he’d been walking throughout the day half asleep. Somehow, his feet had carried him to the quidditch pitch. It wasn’t as crowded or busy and noisy as the hallways of the school. It was nice to feel the fresh air breeze against his face, as his eyes watched the clouds float on by. He practically jumped out of his skin when Narcissa spoke, his soul basically snapping back into his body as he blinked at her a few times to realize she was talking to him. “Oh, ‘scuse me, Narcissa.” Arthur apologized, an awkward grimace on his face. “I... Well, honestly, don’t even know how I wandered off here...” He trails off, starting to take in his surroundings. “Didn’t mean to pry or creep or nothin’, just all spaced out. Might just go back to sleep, really...” He continued to babble on.

where: quidditch pitch with: open

a quick turn in the air brought a sharp stream of black swiftly back to the ground. in a fluid motion, narcissa dismounted her dark, sleek broom. each foot landed on the grass with a rigid grace. “is there a reason you’re watching this? did you not see enough at the match?” obviously slytherin’s team needed a little more practice. she was willing to put it in.

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daisyhookumxxx​:

Daisy might have had an argument ready had Arthur not immediately cut it off. Instead of getting anything out, Daisy could only roll her eyes, adjusting her bag on her shoulder and barely hiding the grin that threatened to take over her face. “Hello, Arthur, it’s absolutely lovely to see you, too. I’ve been doing so well, thank you so much for asking. I haven’t seen Molly today, but I’m sure I could help you find her if you’re so desperate to see her.”

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“Oh, yes, yes, Daze. You know your face is always a lovely sight.” His face softens, though, before he gives a short nod. “Sorry for the rush. I was just hoping to give Molly this note before I headed off to Charms. No worries, though.” He flashed her the folded parchment held between his fingers before quickly pocketing it. “So, yes, are things goin’ swell?” Arthur questions. “We live in the same damned castle and I feel like I haven’t seen ya in ages!”

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thatdarkdivide​:

          She knew that half the school was probably avoiding her. Whenever Asami had a stack of anything in her hands, half the school literally just ran the opposite direction from her. That’s how intense she got about some things — most things. She couldn’t help it. Just like so many people had opinions on muggleborns, she had strong opinions on animals. Although she didn’t particularly care who had rounded the corner, she was going to round them up for help. When it happened to be Arthur, she was thankful it at least wasn’t one of the jerks from Slytherin. At least until he opened his mouth. Asami didn’t have anything against people who ate meat, other than they ate meat. However, she didn’t need someone to rub it in her face that. “That’s nothing to grin about, Weasley,” she scoffed. “I’m not asking you to agree with what’s on the flyer. I’m asking you to help me put them up.” She was barely 5′ tall, Asami knew her mouth was more intimidating than her physical presence. “Is it too late to ask to switch houses? I thought Gryffindors were supposed to be nice to their housemates.” 

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Arthur quickly rubbed his eyes, shook his head and recomposed himself. Not every waking moment was supposed to be a comedic moment, but he still couldn’t help the grin on his face. “Ah, you know, you’re right. You’re right. I apologize.” He held out a hand, waiting to take a stack of her fliers. Although his stomach was rumbling, he decided that it could wait just a little longer. A burst of laughter sprang from his mouth, though, as his tummy made noises. “Sorry! Perhaps, this be my punishment! But I must request that I at least have time for a few bites of toast before first period, boss lady.” He pat his stomach, a big toothy grin on his face now. 

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Arthur was cackling right beside her, before turning his attention on her with an are-you-kidding-me look. “If anyone falls, it’s always funny.” He states, a big grin plastered on his face. “Besides, everyone will forget about it tomorrow. Who even was it that fell again?” He questioned, looking around at the students to try to find the one that had fallen. Arthur shrugged, “anywho, you know where Molly is by chance?”

where: the hallways between classes with whom: open

It was extremely impolite, Daisy knew that. Everyone was just trying to get to class or to the library or to their common room, the halls were crowded as people stopped to chat with their friends, and the poor kid just lost control of their feet. The little snort that came out of her was completely by accident, but completely rude and she was pretty sure that the poor kid (third year? probably) heard it happen because the nasty look shot her way had her biting down hard on her lower lip to try and cover it up. “God, I’m so rude. That was completely rude, wasn’t it?” 

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Arthur just had woken up from a nap, one where he was having a particularly good dream but alas, he could not ignore the rumblings of his stomach. He yawned, stretching out his limbs as he made his way through the hallways. When he turned a corner, the voice lighting up through the hall caused him to jump. He stood there looking a bit dumbfounded, trying to process everything in his still half-awake state. As his eyes turned towards the fliers, squinting his eyes to read the facts about pigs, of all things, on the papers. “Uh...” Arthur states his still trying to read the paper in front of him, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t know if I’m the right kinda guy to help with this. Let me confess my sins to you...” He looks around, lowering his voice as he confesses, “...I love meat.” Then he’s lighting up with a huge grin, chuckling at himself. 

          Everyone in the castle had been preoccupied with the lockdown, but Asami barely even noticed it happened. She decided she’d make new flyers for Care of Magical Creatures club and more signs for the professors to take down about her current animal rights activist obsession: pigs. Finally having finished all the flyers, she felt comfortable posting them. “Hey! You.” she called pointing to a random student. “Yes, you. I need your help.” She pulled out a stack of flyers. “Will you help me put these up?” There was a cute drawing of a pig, along with a fact about pigs — Newborn piglets learn to run to their mothers’ voices, and can recognise their own names by the time they’re 2 weeks old. Sows have even been known to ‘sing’ to their young whilst nursing! —  and a bunch of information about how eating meat wasn’t okay. 

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Basics:

Name: arthur weasley.  Birthday: feb 6.  Age: eighteen. Pronouns: he/him. Sexuality: heterosexual. Siblings: billius & henry weasley. Other Family: father septimus weasley & mother cedrella weasley (nee black). 

Wizard Fun:

Hogwarts House: gryffindor. Year: seventh year. Clubs: all aspects, wizards chess, probably more. Favorite Class(es): muggle studies, herbology, charms. Least Favorite Class(es): divination. Pet: jerry the barn owl. Blood Status: pureblood. Species: wizard. Patronus: weasel. Boggart: lord voldemort. Wand type: alder wood, core of unicorn tail hair, eleven inches, and rigid. Affiliation: the order of the phoenix.

Appearance:

Height: six feet.  Hair Color: a dirty blonde/red hue.  Eye Color: blue. Typical Hair Style: messy, bed-head, hair never seems to want to lay flat. Fashion Style: quite a mess. definitely not a fashion icon. wears many ugly sweaters and vests. wacky socks and ties.  Distinguishing Features: his smile.

Personality:

Positive Traits: creative, ambitious, genuine, compassionate, brave, curious, silly, easy-going. Negative Traits: awkward, impatient, forgetful, impulsive, dumbass™, annoying, little bit of a scatter-brain. Quick Facts: he loves naps, loves plants, loves popcorn, plays chess, enjoys listening to fleetwood mac lmao.

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tag dump. 

( musings — all you ever get from the sonnet is the count of the falling men. )

( interactions — come by the long lake deep in the summer day, i'll be there with you. )

( answered asks — i’ll tell you all my secrets on your floor. )

( visage — be human to the fullest. )

( all aspects — you are always welcome home. )

probably add more in the future.