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HIATUS INNIT

Hey, there, loves!

I have decided to take a two week long hiatus as the rpg I'm in needs me to co-admin and I can't juggle around 4 roleplay blogs.

I promise I will reply to every single one of you as soon as I get back.

You can find me at my other rp blog which is scottisfabulous (I can't be bothered to link) but that shall be converting to an independent Ironman one.

I love all. <3

- Tam xo

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"This place has it's fair share of tales, Miss." He nodded over to a big manor a few feet ahead of them. Otherwise known as Eel Marsh Manor House which was, apparently, haunted by a young, wasted woman dressed all in black. "I have forgotten my manners! I am Arthur Kipps, what is your name, love?" 

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  Ginny tilted her head letting her fiery red hair fall over her shoulder. They looked so much alike, but he lacked a scar. Maybe this was all one big prank. Yes, that will make sense. All of this was just some scheme to make Ginny look absolute ridiculous. What was everyone motive though? The red head came up with a blank. Merlin, this Harry look alike was eloquent in speech. This is not Harry Potter….Ginny thought hesitantly.

The witch sighed wondering what had brought her here. It was either a prank or her jacked up time turner brought her here. She hasn’t exactly figured out what. Why would curiosity bring her here? “Um…” Ginny began trying to think on her feet, “I found myself just wandering and the road brought me here. Why would I be curious about this place?”

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Arthur allowed himself to be dragged and began to pick up the pace. "Why did he keep on calling my 'Potter'?" He finally asked after they had stopped running. The question had been plaguing his mind ever since Lucius had addressed him as 'Harry Potter.'  

Strange Things. // Arthur&Hermione. // AU.

  “He isn’t Harry, Malfoy!” she pulled him off Arthur. “Leave us alone!”she scoffed, “Unless you are here to bring me to the Dark Lord! He is NOT Harry!” she got her wand and grabbed Arthur away before blowing up some stones nearby Lucius.

“Come on, let’s go!” she nearly shouted and grabbed his arm before running away before he touched his Dark Mark. That’s the last thing they needed right now.

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Arthur sat in the drawing room, staring at the writing which was on the wall in, what seemed to be, blood. 'You could have saved them.' What on Earth did that mean? "You could have saved them." He repeated under his breath trying desperately to understand the exact meaning of the words that have been written across the wall of Eel Marsh Manor.

With his head in his hands, Arthur began to feel a bit... Scared. Every now and then, he would look over his shoulder to make sure that no one or anything was following him. This house wasn't a normal house, if it was, why would the people Crythin Gifford avoid it at all costs? It was a mystery to Arthur, a mystery that he wanted to solve. 

Determined not to let paranoia take over him, Arthur decided that it would be bet to turn on all the lights wihtin the house, even if they are a bit dim. Reaching the giant spiral staircase, he heard a knock on the door. Why would anyone knock on Eel Marsh Manor's door? People tried to avoid it, did they not? For all he knew, it was probably Keckwick coming to collect him early but Arthur highly doubted it. 

Walking towards the door, panic ran through Arthur's ears. What if she came back and wanted to finish Arthur for good? She being the young, wasted woman who attended Mrs. Darblow's funeral earlier on that week.

Once he had opened the door, he could finally put his mind to rest as it was just a young girl (no older than sixteen he guessed) passing through Crythin Gifford. "May I help you, Miss?"

strange things are afoot. | arthur & hermione.

Hermione had one year to go, then, she’ll leave Hogwarts. It was saddening, yes, but she knew that sooner or later, the time would come for her to move on, despite the sadness and difficulty Hermione felt along the way.

In all honesty, how she got to this gloomy seashore was beyond her knowledge, however Hermione did not think that anything strange was somewhere in between. In fact, the young witch liked peaceful places, and it seems that this was one of them. As her head rose up to the sky, she could see the forming thunder clouds, and with that, a storm was sure to come. Hermione didn’t know where to look, nor where to hide, until she turned around, that is.

A sight, pleasant to her eyes due to the upcoming weather, of the dilapidated manor standing tall on this very gravel beach made Hermione smile softly, happy to know that she hopefully found a shelter for tonight. She ran towards the door, seeing that the wooden doors were scratched as she came closer. How strange. Why would someone scratch the doors? It’s unlikely that there were any animals around, seeing that water was surrounding the manor. 

Brushing off the thoughts, Hermione knocked firmly, hoping that someone would open up.

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PSA:

It is okay to post a ton of ooc.

It is okay to have favorite partners.

It is okay to not make starters.

It is okay to only reply to certain threads.

It is okay to RP to make yourself happy.

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Arthur squinted and tilted his head a little to the right, keeping his eyes on a wasted young woman dressed all in black. Deep down, he knew that this wasn't going to the first and last sighting of the woman; it was just the beginning. The thought of seeing her again sent shivers down Arthur's spine but he was determined not to let his fear swallow him whole.

Hearing a name being called, Arthur instinctively turned around. Realising that the young red head was talking to him, he stood upright and readjusted his overcoat so he was a bit warmer. "Do not apologize, Miss. It was a mere misunderstanding." Arthur gave her a grin and picked up his case off of the muddy grass. "I have not seen you around before - what brings you here? Curiosity?"

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Ginny was utterly lost. The witch was always lost, but this time she felt as if she was in a different time period. Her jacked up time-turner sent her to this past. She was walking through a green field when she ran into someone that looked very familiar. The red head ran up to him, “Harry!” She called out his name, but she quickly knew she was mistaken.

There was no scar on his forehead, “Uh, sorry about that.”

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Wait ... Are you saying that you are not human?

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  “because of what I am… because of who I was… ive done things….. people wouldn’t forgive me for….” she looks up at him. “you wouldn’t understand…”

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I wish you luck, Miss Parkinson. I am afraid I may have set you a very easy yet very dangerous task.

Excuse me if I am being very stereotypical - but have you ever turned someone into a frog?

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  Either that or curiosity will kill the cat. Or in this case, this witch.

Magic makes magical people whole. It is our lifestyle, and we know nothing else. That question is almost like asking how I can breathe the air.

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Harry looked at the man confused. "Who are you and why do you look like me?"

Bewildered, Arthur took a moment to take in the boy's facial features. The boy was right, they looked exactly the same. Almost like identical twins, however, Arthur was probably a good ten or so years older. "I'm Arthur Kipps," He introduced himself, clutching his paperwork so that it wouldn't be carried away in the wind. "What is your name, kind sir?"

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Well that escalated quickly.

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Hopefully that curiosity will help you find the answer.

Usually, I would find that unbelievable but I have met a few Wizards in my time and it is not shocking news to me. What is it like learning magic? 

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  Well, now I’m curious.

Yes, you will because my life revolve around witches and wizards.

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Never is such a strong word to use. Why do you think that?

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  she looks down and she senses his uncomfortablness. “no….Never was… and im afraid I never will.” she sighed and looked up at him.

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It is a relatively easy task but nonetheless I respect your decision, Miss Parkinson.

I will probably think that you're a bit odd but I would not think that you are completely mental.

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  I think I will pass on that. I prefer my life to be rather simple, and that seems to be complex.

Oh, I have tales, but I believe you will believe me to be absolutely mental if I told you about my life.

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I used to be married. My wife died after she gave birth to our son ..

What about you? Are you married?

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  “no need to apologize Mr. Kipps..” she smiles and takes another step forward with her hands behind her back. “tell me….are you married?” she asks calmly and gently.