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happy Thursday the 20th

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like/reblog if u are:

a bitch

a bastard

an all around fool

an omnipresent all-powerful being

a sparrow

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capable of moving at immense, incomprehensible speeds

an eldritch being

no one will know which one u chose! :D

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I LOVE YOU. V MUCH ENJOY ALL OF THESE BLOGS !!!

@amethystandemma @whalesongsblog @seb-in-the-shadows @ravenwind-75 @butternutt613 @cintsalis @perciver4ever @elisedonut @cluelessredhead11 @percyposting

♡♡♡ Send this to ten other bloggers that you think are wonderful. Keep the game going, make someone smile!!! xoxox ♡♡♡

yayyyyy omg thank you! I think you’re super wonderful too!

this fandom is beautiful and special and so many people have made me feel so welcome, not to mention the incredible talent everyone has, and the commitment to their crafts.

@butternutt613 @amethystandemma @rypnami @heylorrain @elisalsaa @seb-in-the-shadows @okeydokeylackey @stein0806 @rosewoodcafe @postsbycass @bookie-bookdust @ravenwind-75 and so many more oh my goodness! you guys are not only amazing people to be in a fandom with, but, dare I say, some wonderful friends. Y’all are my besties in my mind sorry no take backs 🤞🏾🤞🏾🤞🏾

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HAJDIÅULEIGHH!!!!

I can’t believe I’m doing this

My discord server has convinced me to give Glasswood a third child

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aaaaa I LOVE TYSM FOR THE TAGGG !!! @amethystandemma @birdiebirdjay @butternutt613 @ravenwind-75

Quick! Do this Picrew and uQuiz!

Picrew

uQuiz

(Both of these are not mine but I thought it would be fun to do! Credits to the ones who made them.)

No pressure tags!:

@vampires-r-cool, @silvernmoonlace, @lunar-jewels

And obviously whoever else wants to join :)))

Update: apparently the Picrew doesn’t work anymore. But feel free to keep reblogging and doing the Uquiz. Remember to give credits to whatever Picrew you’re doing!

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YESSSSSSS

y’all I am so excited to announce that I have an ao3 account!!! The first two chapters of Princess and the Parselmouth are up there, and I’ll continue adding them!! My username is D_Call 🩷

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HELP. THE “he doesn’t know how to read” THING. CANON. PERCY AND OLIVER ARE THAT ONE MEME FROM CLASS OF 09. They’re reading One fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish and it’s like—

Oliver, sounding out each word: One..fish-uh. Tw-oh…fish-uh.

Percy: Are you stupid?

Oliver: You picked a hard one on purpose!

Percy: It’s a Dr. Seuss book you fucking dipshit—!

effortlessly social and confident oliver wood is wonderful, but i LOVE oliver wood that has no concept of how to communicate outside of quidditch ❤️

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effortlessly social and confident oliver wood is wonderful, but i LOVE oliver wood that has no concept of how to communicate outside of quidditch ❤️

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people from Québec frighten me

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friends !!!! i got a 100 on my genealogy project !!! i’m so happy dhajdnfnfn my professor left feedback and said “excellent, excellent work!” and i am so happy HAHAJDNFM

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Talking about Muggle Holidays:

Pureblood, completely bewildered: So, the groundhog…

Muggleborn: Is clairvoyant, yes.

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saw this template and thats my slytherin skittles thesis (james is there bc of boyfriend privilege dont question it)

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i have mild heterochromia and once sprained my wrist doing the whip and nae nae too hard 😞

it's so weird to me that everyone on this website is a human person outside of their weird internet niche so rb this with a random bit of your lore

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have we ever considered younger Asa Butterfield as a fan cast for Regulus??? JUST SAYING…

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I LOVE IT HERE.

Reconciliation

Description: Percy Weasley finds himself in a situation where he has to choose between his loyalty to the Ministry of Magic or to the girl he loves more than anything.

TW: Blood

Word Count: 1160

Shoutout to my beta readers @seb-in-the-shadows, @rypnami, @espressoristretto-patronum, @unclegirl, and @butternutt613. Thank you all so, so much for your feedback!

Perctoria taglist (lmk if you want to be added!): @glasswood-shipper, @ravenwind-75, @butternutt613, @heylorrain, @elisalsaa, @unclegirl, @postsbycass

Also I'm considering writing a part 2, lmk if you want that!

In recent times, Percy Weasley had almost gotten used to the screams of muggleborns that filled the Ministry of Magic on a regular basis. Aside from the occasional flinch, he showed no reaction to them. It didn’t help the already bleak atmosphere that came with the Dementors, but it did enforce his belief that his family had been right.

Not that he would ever say that to their faces.

But there was one scream in particular he heard on a Saturday evening that made his blood freeze.

He knew that voice. Even though it had been years since they last had a real conversation, he would recognize her voice anywhere.

The papers he was holding fell out of his hands, fluttering to the ground. They scattered around his feet as he began to run, as if they were caught in a gust of wind. He ignored the stares he was getting from his coworkers.

She was hurt.

“Victoria!” Percy shouted.

Before he could even fully process what he was doing, he was at the door to Dolores Umbridge’s office and thrusting it open.

On the ground, her body shaking and convulsing uncontrollably, was Victoria Macmillan. His Victoria.

Her usually neat and tidy golden hair, the same blonde waves he would run his fingers through, was out of its bun and tangled around her head. Her warm brown eyes, the same color as a mug of hot chocolate, were wide open in terror.

Standing behind her desk was the pink troll herself, Dolores Jane Umbridge. The sick and twisted smile that was on her face faded when Percy burst in unannounced. Surprised, she stopped casting what he could only assume to be the Cruciatus Curse on her.

“Mr. Weasley!” she shrieked. The initial shock of his appearance quickly faded, and her expression shifted to one of anger. “Leave and shut that door this instant!”

Percy drew his wand, his mouth set into a grim line.

“What is the meaning of this?” asked Percy, his voice dangerously low.

Umbridge gave a short laugh. “She’s a blood traitor, Weasley. She was the spy for the Order of the Phoenix.”

Percy felt his heart race. Victoria, a spy? That didn’t make any sense…

Only, it did make sense if he thought about it. She had become more closed off in the two years since their breakup. He always assumed it was because she missed him, and maybe it was that as well. 

Victoria always hated deceiving others when they were together. 

It wasn’t until Umbridge drew her wand again that he was brought out of his stunned stupor.

“So, even if she is the spy, this is your way of dealing with her?” Percy snapped. “By torturing her?”

“I’m making an example out of her!” The sick, twisted grin was back on her face. “Crucio!”

It seemed as if time froze when her screams filled the pink office once more, each one cutting through him like a knife. He couldn’t take it.

He wouldn’t.

Percy couldn’t stand there and watch the woman he loved more than anything, be tortured.

“ENOUGH!” Percy shouted. He pointed his wand at Umbridge’s chest, his blue eyes blazing with a fury he hadn’t experienced in a long time. “Release her now!”

“I don’t think you have a say in this Weasley,” Umbridge snapped. “You’re already in enough trouble as is —”

Percy stepped closer, his tall frame towering over her short one.

“And just what will you do to me if I don’t?”

She paused, eyeing him curiously. Then, she smiled sweetly. “What makes you think I won’t torture you too, Weasley?”

“Try it.” 

“NO!” Victoria screamed.

She threw her hand out, grabbing Umbridge’s leg, and yanking her backwards. As the shorter woman fell, she grabbed onto anything she could reach to catch herself. Her hand grasped onto a necklace around Victoria’s neck and yanked backwards.

In Umbridge’s short, stubby hands was a thin, silver chain. It shone brightly as if it had just been cleaned. 

But it wasn’t the necklace that caught his eye.

Dangling on the end of it was a simple golden ring the color of the wheat fields Percy saw growing next to the Burrow. A promise ring.

The same exact promise ring he had given Victoria when they were seventh years.

After all this time, she still kept it.

His eyes met hers, and all the anger he had felt rushed out of him.

“Come on,” said Percy. “We need to get you out of here.”

He grasped onto her arms and pulled her up, trying to ignore the warmth that flooded into his chest as soon as their skin touched. Now was not the time for reconciliation. 

As soon as she was on her feet, Victoria drew away from him. The trembling of her body didn’t go unnoticed. Was it an aftershock from the curse or was it because he had touched her?

“We need to run,” Victoria said, her voice soft. “Get out of here —”

“Diffindo!”

The feeling of her in his arms made him completely forget about the troll in the room. 

Victoria staggered, still moving forward. For a moment, Percy thought Umbridge had missed. 

Then her wand fell out of her hand.

And she screamed.

Four jagged, red lines appeared on her back, seeping through her dress. With each passing second, they became darker and more pronounced. 

He watched as she collapsed, falling first on her knees, then on her chest.

And his vision was filled with the same red as her bloodied back. Percy turned to Umbridge, the hand holding his wand trembling with anger.

“You…” he managed to get the one word out, his voice quiet. 

Then, it was as if a dam had burst.

“YOU MONSTER!” Percy shouted. 

Umbridge took a step back, her eyes wide.

“S-She’s a blood traitor, Weasley! You have to understand —”

“A single drop of her blood is worth more than your entire body!”

“How— how dare you!” Umbridge pointed her wand at him, a few of the strands from her short brown hair falling in front of her face. “Cru–”

“Stupefy!”

He didn’t relax when her body slumped to the ground, unconscious. He didn’t relax when he saw Victoria’s chest rise and fall with every labored breath she took. He didn’t relax when the promise ring he had given her five years ago was back in his hands.

Percy stepped over to Victoria, trying not to look at the raw slab that was her back. Carefully, as if she was made of glass, he picked her up and held her like a bride.

“You’re going to be okay Vic,” he whispered. “You.. you’re going to be okay.”

Slowly and shakily, Victoria raised her hand, placing it on his cheek. She opened her mouth, as if she was going to speak, before her eyelids fluttered shut and she slipped into senselessness. 

Leaving Percy alone with the feeling of her blood trickling down his arm.

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if anyone wants my insta its @sillysovas :)) im pretty sure i’ve posted my insta before but ive changed my username since then

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imagine being such a bitch ass hater that you think this, write it out, and then post it ?? dont be a pussy anon come to my dms !!!

noone cares about your fuckin self insert you fuckin bitch. perciver and even flintwood are better.

1. No one. If you’re going to insult me, do it correctly.

2. Thank you for your opinion.

3. Anon asks are now off because of you.