#I’ve been so engrossed in the rp my friends and I put together

[mugsy]

I forget often that Collin isn’t a canon EE character. Scratch that post cancelled he is canon actually. Wow I’m so glad that Collin Miasma is a canon character in EE it’s so cool that they made a foil to Sylvie to push him out of his limited worldview and knock some sense into him. So cool of him to be fat and emo also. That’s pretty badass.

[another-chorus-girl]

Erik House - Chapter 25

Almost forgot! Making a plug in here real quick to help advertise an Erik House RP server that @maestrooftheopera has been putting together if anyone is interested in participating :)

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Karimloo knocked on the door.

"Who is it?"

The West End Merik blinked quizzically at the voice.

"It's Karimloo?"

"It's open, come on in."

Opening the door, Karimloo could see the room looked normal-half completed automatons, knick knack size spinning contraptions among music parchment, and several Coney Island show posters adorning the room-although he did notice new several pieces of what looked like hand drawn artwork featuring himself and the freak trio.

"Who are you exactly?" Karimloo asked puzzled expecting to see the tall, stoic Mr. Y but while this masked man dressed the same he could clearly note the difference in facial features and height.

The man stood up, cocking his head confused. "Monsieur, it's me?"

"You just look...different is all."

Y shrugged, "Yes I've been getting this alot lately. New tour and all you know? Anna's been having a difficult time adjusting to it-now the other girls call her Meghan. Surprisingly Gustave seems unfazed by the change."

"Gets it from you I suppose?"

"Perhaps," Taking a seat at his work desk, he began assembly on a mechanical leg. "So what's going on?"

"I'm quite confused really..." Karimloo sighed.

"About what?" Mr. Y was fully aware of the incident on the roof-he was quite close to both Gerik and Karimloo as friends to fill in what had transpired. And as well as Karimloo's estranged somewhat amnesia induced infatuations for the film adaption.

But the West End Merik wasn't taking kindly to everyone trying to knock reality into him so the immigrated Coney attempted a gentler approach and let the masked Merik speak his own piece.

"I want to say I'm quite happy, and I'm hoping the wedding won't be further postponed. But something in me just... my heart doesn't feel totally in it. Though it's not necessarily a cold feet affect to being married. Something feels wrong..."

"While my wife is the one who would suggest 'Look With Your Heart' perhaps that is just what you need to do with your relationship monsieur."

Karimloo scoffed, "Last time I did that it ended with Sierra sailing away in a gondola as a mob began barreling down to the lair."

"Well," Setting down his saudering tool, Y put a hand on his knee. "Perhaps if not that, try immersing yourself into your work. I wouldn't suggest ten years of isolation focusing on your work, but you get the point I'm trying to interpret yes?"

Karimloo nodded, "I think I do Monsieur. Thank you."

The Merik's unscathed brow rose seeing Y reach for a silver green can, taking a massive inhale into an attached mouthpiece.

Realizing he was being watched, Y gently set the can back on the table. "It's not what you think, the only one still abusing drugs in this household is Monsieur Kerik."

--

Cherik hummed thoughtfully as he and Jones wandered down the aisles.

"Thank you again for driving me," The redhead said as the Merik pushed their cart.

Jones smiled, "My pleasure. It is a benefit for the both of us at any rate. Good to step out of the house once and awhile. It's good to be back after a little break, but our floor is of course a challenge."

"Ah yes, I meant to ask, how was Japan? Hill was rather curious when I told him you were going."

"Absolutely a delight I'll say! Though after wearing that mask, even my good side was feeling funny."

Proceeding to checkout, the pair continued to chitchat even after leaving with bagfuls of yard equipment, decor, and supplies.

"Their managers always seem quite delighted when I show up, don't they?" Cherik asked, assisting the Merik with packing the bags in the vehicle.

Jones chuckled, his bubbly cackle only slightly showing through.

"You wonder why, you bought  half their inventory!" He said, closing the trunk.

"Say, isn't that Monsieur Panaro?" The redhead asked, pointing down the street at a masked man looking quite morose under the brim of his down turned fedora.

"Hm, it is."

"Strange, he's going pretty fast..."

"Well I suppose he doesn't want to risk losing another article of clothing. With what's happening at home I don't blame him appearing upset. Best we leave him be and return."

Pulling away from the Bed Bath and Beyond they barely paid any further mind to sighting Panaro skulking the streets, or where exactly he was heading in such a hurry.

--

Kerik grumbled hearing a knock on the door. Turning the camera option off on his phone, he sat up. The door opened revealing Mr. Y.

"What? Now that I have Ayesha all to myself again, I'm trying to cash in on the post pregnant cat videos fad." The gold yellow eyed man said with crossed arms.

"And I shall leave you to it, but I have a somewhat urgent matter," The masked Coney said.

"What would that be?" Kerik's attention half on Y and half on Ayesha rolling over on her back along the carpet.

"It's rather an item of memorabilia as oppose to use, but I'm missing my revolver. I know firearms aren't a very popular choice in this house, but it's still concerning me that it's missing."

"You're not wrong about distaste in using such a brutish weapon, but I've not seen it."

"I would like to get it back but perhaps I'm merely paranoid. To better keep everyone safe since what happened on the pier I keep it unloaded."

"Fascinating," Kerik said, barely paying attention to Y still standing in the doorway.

Y raised a brow as Kerik turned to sit back down with Ayesha, "My new look doesn't concern you? Seems to for everyone else."

"I'm already hopped up on morphine monsieur. You could be wearing a summer frock with a cowboy hat on your head and I would still feign interest." Kerik said absentmindedly, proceeding to rub the Siamese feline's belly.

As the door closed, Kerik mused aloud.

"I wonder if Crawford's seen him yet, what do you think my little lady?" Kerik asked.

"WHAT THE DEVIL?!" They suddenly heard a familiar startled and somewhat enraged Merik's tenor voice. "AWAY YOU SHAPESHIFTING CRETIN!"

"I guess we have our answer," The full masked man confirmed to himself

--

Karimloo barely heard the knock on his door. Nevertheless he heard it and sighed aloud.

He'd followed his friend's advise and been engrossing just about every waking moment he had-whilst still on a week's bedrest-to work on his music. Hobbling over to the door, the Merik opened the door by but a crack-still paranoid. But the door widened slightly seeing who it was.

"That sounded quite lovely, is it new?" Wilkinson asked.

Somewhat pridefully Karimloo smiled, "It is."

Peering over the younger Merik's shoulder, Wilkinson nodded at the series of instruments at Karimloo's bedside.

"I thought that was a banjo I heard earlier." The older Merik chuckled,

"You aren't here to try and knock sense into me like everyone else have you?"

"Not at all"

"Hm, everyone has. Crawford, Jones, and..." Karimloo paused.

"And who else?"

"Gerik,"

This intrigued the older masked man. "Really? I'm quite surprised considering how taken he is with you."

Stepping aside to let Wilkinson in, Karimloo began hobbling to his bed.

"Allow me," Placing a supporting arm over Karimloo's shoulder.

"Thank you," Now resting back down on the solid mattress and thick-but fairly soft-wool blanket. Careful not to knock over the banjo or guitar propped against the nightstand, the younger West End Merik reached for the keyboard propping it in on his lap.

"You're not going to ask what happened?" He asked eyeing Wilkinson. He respected the older masked man, albeit in a way idolized him, but the last thing he wanted was another Merik telling him his way of thinking was wrong.

But the older Merik shook his head, merely taking a seat on the adjacent bed-still lined with Panaro's dark silken sheets as Karimloo didn't dare touch it-Gerik since comforting Karimloo never slept in the room and thus the bed was made and pristine.

Merely clasping his hands together, Wilkinson merely said "I'm here to listen, not preach. I'm not a bishop or schoolmaster about to lecture you what you should or shouldn't do."

The younger Merik's strong musician hands danced over the keys as Karimloo let his eyes fall closed as he played.

"There are times when I fall through I can't feel the love in you I know that I'm pushing you Away from the man you knew"

Wilkinson sat quietly, letting Karimloo's emotion pour out as he sang.

"It's not always black or white The grey obscures and blocks the light So why not paint me red tonight But I've gone to feel what's right."

Opening his eyes, falling out of his music induced haze, he looked to Wilkinson.

"It's very good, you wrote this I assume as such?" Wilkinson asked.

"Yes, believe it or not I ran it through over my phone with Monsieur Fraser."

"Oh? You two are getting along?"

Karimloo nodded, "It would seem so. He seemed sympathetic and apparently even sided with Sierra when I was still in the hospital. He's actually not too bad of a fellow afterall..."

"Hmm. Your song has a very strong message to it,"

"Perhaps a personal reflection." Karimloo finally confessed. "I feel like I'm pushing Gerik away, but at the same time that I SHOULD be pushing him away."

"You did mention he had a similar conclusion," The older Merik chimed.

"Out of the blue as it was... He sat down with me, and he said I shouldn't be loving him. That this wouldn't be the way to make me complete. That it wasn't right to me." Karimloo's hands dug into his wig irritably. "I don't understand what that means! I should know what I want and that I need this love."

Wilkinson nodded, "Perhaps it's love misplaced, maybe you need to remove the grey area obscuring the light. Are you sure it's Gerik your music is referring to?"

Rather than argue this, there was some truth Karimloo just knew he had to listen to.

"Monsieur..." He said tapping the middle C rhythmically. "Thank you."

--

Gerik sighed, holding his head in his hands. "What more can I do?"

He knew that he had lost Karimloo. If he even had him to begin with. He'd done just as the West End Merik wanted and gave him solitude to work as he asked. It was when he heard the masked theatre adaption's work a few days later that he knew this whole plan had come crashing down.

Sierra had come to pay the Merik a visit, and was smitten to the idea of Karimloo composing again. He seemed so engrossed in his music and focused. Still there was a cloud of sadness and uncertainty that fell over the West End Merik.

The film adaption pressed an ear to the door, hearing music through the crack. Sierra it seemed had offered to help him finish his latest piece, hearing both the piano notes and the gentle strum of a guitar. Lately in the house Karimloo had turned to a bluegrass phase when he was troubled. And the music-while beautiful-was all the more indication that he was indeed troubled and confused. 

"No this is not a simple choice There's nothing left now to rejoice Johnny Cash and Jimmy Joyce Speak for me, now use my voice And there you were, you're losing you and me And there you are, I'm losing you from me And there there you are, are we losing you and me"

Gerik had the stifle the choked up sob rising in his throat, slinking away before anyone heard him. Finally back in his room, the cinematic adaption sank to his knees, dabbing at his runny nose with his handkerchief.

"He's hurting I know this. But what can I do? What?" He asked aloud to no one in particular.

Nevertheless he got an answer.

"You can start by getting on your feet,"

Gerik shot up hearing Panaro's familiar tenor, practically hearing the sneer on his masked face. He could see a shadow behind him.

"Monsieur," Gerik began, only for the lights to flicker and the shadow disappeared. "Please stop with the parlor tricks. I actually need to speak to you most as much as I'd rather not."

"I certainly agree with you there," The Broadway Merik said, throwing his voice around the room, another shadow against the wall. This time the shadow pulling out a noticeable lasso.

"I don't want this." Gerik warned, having absolutely no fight left in him.

"But I do," The film adaption froze feeling something cold and and heavy be pressed against the back of his neck.

MY MY! So much happened! And as always several footnotes!

-I did consider having multiple Mr. Y’s but to avoid copying the idea of the Meriks-and there’s only a handful of Mr. Y actors thus far-he’s going through a Doctor Who effect. As Mr. Y in the story was originally modeled after Ben Lewis interpretation his descriptive appearance and mannerisms have changed to that of the current Mr. Y of he new tour Bronson Norris Murphy. Several Murphy references such as how he keeps numerous pieces of fanart in his dressing room, a menthol eucalyptus ‘oxygen in a can’ product Murphy has also uses. Like Ben Crawford he is also very active and goofy behind the scenes on social media along with his co star Christine, Meghan Picerno.

-In the Susan Kay novel, Kerik is an avid user of morphine, around the Persia to Paris arcs of the book.

-Jones and Cherik’s conversation references John Owen Jones a couple months ago performing in Japan as the titular Phantom in the Ken Hill stage version of the story.

-Mr. Y keeping an antique gun is reference to the original Love Never Dies concept where the Phantom (at the time played by Ramin Karimloo) had a gun in his possession and it’s foreshadowed in early scenes for when Meg takes it during the finale. In the revised version of LND the gun is never mentioned or seen until the very end so as far as we can see the Phantom isn’t ever seen with a gun in the new version.

-Among other instruments Ramin Karimloo plays the banjo too!

-The song Karimloo is singing is actually one of Ramin Karimloo’s own original songs called “Losing”. It’s also noted that Hadley Fraser is credited co writing the song with him. Karimloo having a ‘bluegrass phase’ is also another reference to Ramin’s music career as he’s been touring with a group of his that plays what’s been dubbed as ‘Broadgrass’, music mixing the style of traditional bluegrass and Broadway musical (to which this author is going to see said tour in a few weeks!)

-Kind of a small reference during which Wilkinson says he is not a preacher. While he’s well known playing Jean Valjean in Les Miserables, he also played the minor role of the Bishop in special performances years later-including one of Ramin’s performances as Valjean to which he idolizes Colm Wilkinson-as well Colm also played the Bishop in the 2012 movie musical of Les Mis.

[iggys-sous-chef]

Ignoct NSFW week

Late post for Day 3 Biting/Marking | Body Worship/Praise Kink For @ignoctweek  Rating: Mature (for the end of this installment and for part two to come) Word Count: 7,010 Summary: He surely didn't stay the night wrapped up in his arms, buried inside him, and making him cry out his name because it was his job. He loved Noctis and for the heir to the throne to suggest it was anything else made his heart sink, piece by piece.

Or Ignis can only take so much of Noctis’ behavior before he snaps and has to know where they stand.

This was done via a RP with the lovely @amakai who let me work this idea out with her; I went back and made some edits to make this more cohesive. Thank you for being the Noctis to my Iggy!! 

It was the start of Noctis’ final year of high school and the third in which he’d found his first real friend in school. Prompto Argentum had been a godsend in his life. He'd never had so much fun with anyone before, but now he was actually feeling normal.

Ignis was happy that Noctis had found a friend in the literal ray of sunshine from school. He'd met Prompto a few times and the boy seemed friendly and genuine enough. Noctis hadn't made any other friends in school - acquaintances, sure, but honest friends? It was unheard of.  

The young advisor wasn't blind, he could tell how important the friendship was to Noctis, so when the first little slips occurred (simple things like not putting away his laundry or forgetting to sign documents he'd left for him to look over) Ignis bit his tongue.

Noctis came home late that Friday night after school. He'd spent the afternoon in the arcade with Prompto and it was just a little past 7 o’clock by the time he walked into his apartment.

Ignis looked up from his task, pushing his glasses up his nose. His sleeves were rolled up and he sighed as he passed the sponge under the tap. "There you are, Noct. Explain to me again the purpose of you having a cellular phone if you don't answer it."

"The battery died during lunch,” he replied, kicking his shoes off as he dropped his bag haphazardly by the door.

Ignis hummed, disappointed at his lackadaisical attitude as he kicked his shoes off. "Could you at least put your shoes away properly?"

Noctis rolled his eyes, pushing them off to the side and out of the way.

Ignoring the eye roll, Ignis went back to scrubbing the sink clean since he'd finished washing all the dishes. "I put the notes from today's meetings by your bedside. I know it's the weekend, but we have delegates arriving on Monday and your father requests you at least make an appearance. I’ve highlighted the key points for you."

"I can't do Monday. I got study hall after school."

Ignis scrubbed at a particularly stubborn stain, knowing full well it wouldn't come out; it hadn't in the months he'd been fighting it. "I'm afraid you'll have to make it up, we can't reschedule a political meeting when they're traveling thousands of miles to come here."

"I don't see why I have to go anyways. It's not like I ever do anything but sit there and look interested,” he muttered, dropping onto the couch.

"Obligation to the Crown, my dear," he retorted. "The noble family is bringing their son; he's a year younger than you. I can tell you now that they're hoping to foster a friendship between future leaders.  Come for lunch and schmooze for an hour and I will do my best to get you back to school."

Noctis sighed heavily, folding his arms over his chest. "Yea, fine..."

Ignis finally abandoned the stain and rinsed the sponge a final time. "I know you don't enjoy these social meetings, but they're just as important."

"I don't think so," he mumbled, picking up the TV remote to turn it on, the sounds of a detergent commercial filling up the space.

"Whether you think so or not, your presence is required," he replied, perhaps a bit too frustrated. He didn't understand the push back he'd been receiving from Noctis as of late.

He turned off the kitchen light and began to roll his sleeves down again. He paused beside the sofa and after a moment's thought, he bent down and softly kissed his cheek, letting his lips linger. "You're obviously not in the mood for my company tonight, so I will see myself out."

"Mm...kay...see you in the morning."

Ignis' jaw clenched, but he did no more than head to the door and put his shoes on. He looked back to Noctis, who seemed engrossed in whatever was on TV, and then stalked out.

Noctis spent the rest of the evening playing games and watching stuff until he was too tired to stay awake. He then dragged himself to bed, leaving a trail of his uniform on the clean bedroom floor as he went.

Ignis showed up to his apartment in the morning as expected of him. It wasn't even that he minded; ever since he found that his one-sided feelings were in fact mutual, he looked forward to their mornings together. Even if Noctis was difficult to rouse, even if their time was spent going over notes and plans, they generally had a good day together. Ignis could usually bribe him with a kiss or two or something more, and after business was tended to, they indulged in pleasure.

But the last few months had been... different. More difficult. Briefly, Ignis wondered if it was because of him, if Noctis was growing tired of their supposed relationship, or if perhaps Prompto was holding more of his attention and affection.

He entered the quiet apartment, scooting his shoes to their appropriate place and walking further in... and promptly stopping. How on Eos did Noct manage to make such a mess? He had just cleaned up and now there were empty bottles and a ramen bowl and snack bags strewn about. With a sigh, he picked them up, cleaned the couch, and swept.

And then, as he headed to wake Noctis, his ire was stoked again as he noticed his uniform crumpled in pieces in a trail leading to the bed. ‘Breathe, Ignis, you love Noctis, and you can't kill the Crowned Prince... no matter how ungrateful he is,’ his mind screamed. He was no longer going to go the gentle route to wake him. He went straight to the curtains and pulled them open, letting bright golden sunlight stream in and fall across Noct's face.

The bright light against his face made him groan softly, turning to bury himself into the pillows. "The fuck Specs...it's Saturday..."

"Yes, it is, and we have breakfast and Crownsguard training."

He grunted, pulling the covers over his head. "No thanks."

Ignis put his hands on his hips as he stared at the Noctis-sized lump. "Unfortunately, I'm not asking. You can come straight home and take a nap after training. I will even gladly lie with you, but you must get up now," he replied as he tugged on the blankets.

"I don't want to. It's my day off, I'm staying in bed."

"You can take your day off tomorrow," he countered. "I promise you have nothing on the agenda for Sunday."

His voice, clearly irritated and gravelly with sleep rose from the sea of pillows. “Can't train on three hours of sleep.”

"You...  seriously Noct! You knew you had training today," Ignis scolded. "What am I supposed to tell Gladiolus? And your father?"

"I didn't know or I woulda gone to bed earlier!" he snapped back. "Get off my back, Ignis."

"This is me off your back, I assure you. It's the second Saturday of the month. You always have morning training on the second Saturday. Perhaps if you'd looked over the materials I left for you at the beginning of the week you would've seen the reminder..." he said as he gestured to the planner.

Noctis let out a growl as he threw the blankets back and then got up from bed. He stomped off to the bathroom, door slamming behind him.

Ignis took a deep breath as he felt frustration and anger well up inside him. His fingers curled into fists and he let out a sigh, slumping down to sit on the edge of the bed. He put his head in his hands. He didn't know what to do with him anymore.

*****

After showering and dressing, Noctis grabbed his training bag from his room and headed for the door, sitting down to pull his shoes on.

Ignis thrust a bag into Noct's hands once he was ready, lifting his gaze to hold his, simply explaining, "Breakfast," before turning on his heel and  opening the door.

Grunting softly, he started down the steps. "I'll walk.”

Ignis pressed his lips together, letting go of the car keys, and dropping them back into his pocket. "Then I shall walk with you."

"So you can get on my case more? No thanks,” he grumbled, stuffing hands in his pockets as he headed off in the direction of the Citadel.

Ignis froze in his spot and watched as Noctis carried on walking.  Wordlessly he turned and went back to the parking garage and got into the car. He wondered how the king would take the advice of having another child that would be more willing to serve the crown. If Noctis wanted to behave like some petulant child, then so be it. He'd let Gladio work it out of him.

He pulled out and headed towards the Citadel, doing all he could to not cast a look in Noct's direction as he drove past.

Noctis arrived to training much later than he would have if he’d ridden with Ignis, but at least he wasn't as pissed off when he got there.

Gladio glared at him, the fire of challenge burning in his eyes. "You're late. And Specs got called into an emergency meeting, so you ain't got anyone to save your ass. Laps, princess, now."

"Good. As long as it gets him off my case," he muttered, dropping his bag off to the side. He put all of his frustrations and annoyance into training, not even caring if he overworked himself. He could just sleep it off later.

Ignis stopped by the training hall much later that day, finding both Gladio and Noctis panting hard and resting on the mats. He quietly approached and held a water bottle out to both of them.

Noctis took it silently, struggling upright as he downed the water. He really didn't feel too great right now - head spinning, stomach churning as he hadn't eaten the breakfast Iggy had given him.

Ignis took one good look at him and then glared at Gladiolus. "You're supposed to train the prince, not kill him!" The Shield waved him off. "Endurance. He's alright. You mother him too much." Ignis' eyes narrowed dangerously. "Careful Gladiolus, set the example, don't be it." "That a threat you paper pusher?" he teased, but Ignis was in no mood for their usual banter and Gladiolus could tell. He held up his hands defensively. "Alright, alright, Iggy, damn. We just have a few-" "No, you don't.  You're done for today." He looked to Noctis and offered his hand. "Can you stand?"

Noctis shifted to his knees, ignoring the offering and wobbling slightly as he tried to stand before shaking his head. "No...don't think so...might have overdone it a little too much..."

Ignis slowly dropped his hand and then turned around, squatting in front of him. "I'll carry you, come on."

Despite still being annoyed with Ignis, he didn't want to risk walking anywhere with as light headed as he felt. He set the empty bottle aside, slowly pulling himself up onto his back.

Ignis secured his arms under him and then stood, hoisting him up a bit more and readjusting his hold. He walked over to the benches and took up Noct's gym bag. "We'll see you next time, Gladiolus." The shield waved them off and then cursed at himself. He knew that look in Iggy's eyes... he was so screwed. Ignis was quiet the majority of the time he carried him down to the garage and towards the car, only asking him questions pertaining to if he was comfortable, or wanted to stop, or try to walk.  But soon they made it and Ignis opened the passenger side and let Noctis slide from his back. "Get in."

He slipped into the car, sighing softly as he rubbed a hand over his face.

Ignis tossed the bag into the trunk and then got into the driver's seat.  "Lean back and rest. I'll get the air on."

"I'll be okay...I just need to sleep."

Ignis nodded and then reversed out of his spot, but hesitated in putting the car into gear. "Noct... this tension between us, I don't like it. Not just today, but all week… all month. I know it's been difficult. But I miss you," he admitted as he looked over at him.

"I'm sorry...it's just...I haven't had a friend outside of you and Gladio. It's exciting to have someone like Prom in my life. I'm not trying to ignore you."

He put the car in drive and headed towards Noctis' apartment. "I know. Prompto is a wonderful person... but beyond ignoring me you're also ignoring your duties and there's only so much I can do in your stead." He wasn't even going to mention how Regis had questioned him about his difficulty with Noctis lately, and if he required assistance. Any implication that he couldn't perform his job well really got under his skin.

"I'm not asking you to give up the sense of normalcy you've found with Prompto,” Ignis continued carefully, “just don't forget about the obligations you have as well. You can achieve a balance."

Noctis leaned on the door, sighing. "You've been stuck in this hell as long as I have and you just don't get it, but I don't expect you to. Prompto makes me feel...free...normal. I don't have to try to be something I'm not with him. He lets me be...me. Doesn't expect anything of me other than just being there for him as a friend. That's something I've wanted all my life. No one's ever wanted me for me. You're here because you have to be. It's your job."

That was a low blow, and while true that they had come together out of obligation, as children Ignis had always gone out of his way to dote on Noctis, to take care of him, to sneak him out at night to watch the stars and read him bedtime stories, to try to make him feel like a kid and not a prince. Whenever they got caught he always took all the blame and that was never out of obligation.

And now he didn't clean up his apartment or mend his clothes or try to recreate those Tenebraen tarts Noctis loved so much because it was his job. He surely didn't stay the night wrapped up in his arms, buried inside him, and making him cry out his name because it was his job. He loved Noctis and for the heir to the throne to suggest it was anything else made his heart sink, piece by piece.

"I may have a duty to fulfill, but I thought you knew, understood, how I felt, that you are more to me than my job... but if you feel that way then I won't overstep my boundaries again." His tone turned clipped at the end and he focused on the road ahead, hands tightening at the wheel.

"I didn't mean it like that Ignis..." He sighed, rubbing his temples. “You know I love you..."

"I may be bound to your side as your advisor, but I've always chosen you for who you were beyond your name and title." He couldn't bring himself to take his eyes off the road and look at him. "And I'm sorry I've failed to make it abundantly clear to you. Consider it a lesson learned."

Noctis sighed softly, "Iggy...come on. I didn't mean...I'm just...frustrated with life right now okay?”

Ignis wanted to snap at him; it wasn't as if he wasn't frustrated either. He had juggled school and his duties, and he was the one who sat in on all the meetings for Noctis, and took care of everything that supposedly made Noctis independent. But he kept quiet, stewed in his own frustration.

He pulled into the parking garage of his apartment and parked, keeping his duties in mind and the irritation out of his voice. "Can you make it from here?"

He nodded as he opened the door. "Yeah...thanks Iggy..."

Ignis briefly glanced at him as he pressed the button to pop open the trunk, his usually composed expression gone for once, and the boy looked worn.  He gave a curt nod. "Of course, Your Highness."

Noctis froze halfway out of the car, feeling his heart sink at the words. Ignis only used his title when a certain decorum was necessary or when he was upset with him for something. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he pushed himself out, keeping his back to him as he wiped at the corners of his eyes. He hastily shut the door and then grabbed his bag before heading to his apartment.

Ignis closed his eyes as the door shut with a thud. He waited until Noctis was into the elevator before he sighed and dropped his head against the steering wheel.  Why did he have to say that? Why couldn't he have just been the bigger person and let it go? He had set up a surprise for Noctis by way of apology for pulling him out of bed and being harsh with him. He should've walked up with him and smiled as Noctis realized the newest AC game was waiting on his table, Prompto lounging on the couch in waiting for him. A perfectly normal afternoon for a normal teenager - as he wanted.

It was too late to take it back. Ignis pulled out of the garage and headed home.

Getting up to the apartment took a little longer than he would have liked to admit. Noctis was still feeling like crap but when he opened the door to find lights on, confusion washed over him. He knew it wasn't Ignis or Gladio, which left only- "Prompto?"

The blond popped his head out of the kitchen, a spoon balanced between his lips. He quickly pulled it free and wiped at the yogurt on the corner of his mouth.  "Hey, Noct!"

Dropping his bag, he leaned on the wall, still confused. "What're you doing here?"

"Um... Ignis called me. He said you were having a rough day and invited me over to cheer you up. There's all kinds of stuff in the kitchen for us, too! He said something about you having a free day tomorrow so we could cut loose... well he said it in Ignis terms. Oh! Dude! We even have the newest Assassin's Creed! It doesn't even come out til next week! But he said I absolutely had to wait for you to play..." he scooped his spoon back into the yogurt cup. "Pretty awesome," he said in a sing song voice.

Great. Just...great. Now he felt even more like a sack of shit. "Uhh...g-great...you can go ahead and set it up? I'm gonna shower. I overdid it with training today."

The blond eagerly bounded over the couch and picked up the game to open it. “'Kay! Hey... there's a note here in the case for you,” Prompto said, waving it over his head.

Noctis moved over to take it, reading it over as he headed for the bedroom to grab clothes.

The note was written in Ignis' elegant script. I pulled a few strings, for as daunting as our positions are they do come with some perks. I hope you don't mind me inviting Prompto over on your behalf, but please put this week out of your mind and enjoy your night with your friend.  I only request that you join me for dinner on Friday, just the two of us. We owe it to ourselves. Ignis' signature sat below it.

Thumb running over the signature, he set it on the dresser, sighing softly. He really didn't deserve Ignis.

Prompto let the game install while he waited on Noctis, snacking a bit. He knew that Noctis had it rough as the prince, but stuff like this seemed pretty sweet.

Taking his time showering and relaxing, Noctis eventually joined his friend on the couch. "Have you gotten those pictures printed?"

Prompto picked up his messenger bag, setting it in his lap. "I sure did!" He pulled out and handed over the envelope to Noctis.

He took the envelope, flipping through it with a smile. "Great...just need to finish the album now..."

The blond made a little humming sound. "We got time... but first," he handed over the controller with a grin. "Let's have some fun."

Noctis smiled, setting the pictures aside before turning his attention to the TV.

*******

The following week passed quietly, Noctis had come along to the social meeting on Monday without much pestering from Ignis, who also upheld his promise and ensured he made it back to school. The car ride had been awkward and silent, and Ignis once again parted ways with a nod and a muttered Your Highness.

By Wednesday, he was back to calling him Noctis, but still their interactions were minimal. Ignis only stayed as long as he needed - only to do chores and drop off papers or food - and only spoke to him when necessary. Ignis could easily put all this behind him, in fact he probably should be the bigger person and do just that, but... he was hurt.

Noctis hated the distance between them. Hated the awkward silence and cold conversations. He wanted to be back with Ignis, so he decided he needed to get this gift wrapped up and finished soon. He had to get them back on track and set things right.

It had been a bit last minute, but Ignis was surprised when he received a message from Noctis saying that he wanted to meet for dinner.  If anything, he hoped this could be a step in the right direction and perhaps he could take the opportunity to apologize.

On the way home Thursday, he stopped and picked up all the ingredients for one of Noct's favorite dishes. A small way to start his apology for being so distant and short with him.

Noctis spent his night Thursday finishing all of the last minute touches he needed to complete the surprise gift for Ignis. With over the phone help from Prompto about where things should go and be laid out, he was eventually satisfied with it all. He bid his friend a good night and put the documents on a thumb drive. He'd have to make a stop after school to get it printed and bound, but it was going to be worth it.

Since Noctis had claimed he didn't need to be picked up from school, Ignis went straight to his apartment to tidy up and begin preparing their dinner. He wasn't even going to try to sneak any vegetables into the dish, a detail that he was sure would please Noctis. He sent him a text message when it was nearly ready, growing concerned that it hadn't made it home yet.

Absorbed in his gift making, Noctis was discussing the layout for the cover. He'd worked hard to gather a bunch of recipes he knew Ignis hadn't ever cooked before and was excited to see how he'd react to it. Getting the book an hour later, he got it wrapped up and a bow tied around it before heading out the door. It was dark out when he left, and he picked up the pace.

Ignis had set the table and placed the food out, covering it to keep it all warm. He'd sat at the table and waited, periodically checking his phone, yet Noctis never replied to his messages. Was he seriously being stood up? After everything that happened over the last couple weeks... Noctis couldn't send back a simple reply or give him a phone call? Ignis bowed his head, he couldn't believe it.

A little after nine, Noctis came into the apartment, slightly out of breath with the gift tucked under his arm.

By now the dinner was cold, and Ignis... he wasn't sure why he even stayed. Maybe he was tired, tired of all the back and forth, the cold shoulders, and being talked to one minute to be ignored the next. He knew that things were difficult right now, but he deserved an answer, some kind of explanation. He was worth at least that much wasn't he? He wasn't really sure considering Noctis thought he wasn't even deserving of a text.

His chest tightened when he heard the front door open, and he looked up as Noctis came in. "There you are," he said, but his voice wasn't relieved. He was tired and angry; he couldn't take much more of this.

"Oh...shit...am I late?" Noctis asked, setting his backpack on the couch.

"Are you late? It's after nine o'clock at night and I sent you a message hours ago that I was nearly done." He stood from his seat at the table and folded the napkin he had idly been toying with. "Have I done something that has warranted such treatment?"

"I...thought you said 9:30...I'm sorry Iggy. I had something I needed to get done. I tried to be quick about it."

"So, did you not receive my messages yet again?" Ignoring his excuse, he stepped closer to Noctis, eyes narrowing in disbelief. "Was your phone conveniently dead... again?"

He moved to his backpack, rummaging through it to find his phone at the bottom of the bag. "I'm sorry...I was in a hurry to get this done..."

"What was so important to you that you've ignored me, again? I thought we were making amends after everything... but you've just strung me along and left me here waiting because you damn well know that I would still be here!" Ignis spat as he came closer still; anger and sadness whirled in his gaze and tumbled from his lips. "What else does Ignis have to do besides wait on you hand and foot? I don't fancy being toyed with. If you're punishing me for something just tell me so because I can't take this any longer."

Noctis shifted, holding the gift out. "I...I was doing this..."

Ignis looked from Noctis to the gift in his outstretched hands and back again. "Is it for me?" he asked hesitantly, softly.

"Yea...it is..."

"I..." Wow, he felt like an ass for exploding now. But, he had felt totally valid in doing so, and even if Noctis had gotten him something, it still didn't change how he felt about the last couple weeks. He felt like they were falling apart, and he didn't know what to do to fix it.

Before Ignis had even realized it, he had torn open the wrapping. He looked down at the bound book and opened it. It was full of pictures and recipes, some he'd never even seen before. "Oh, Noctis..."

"I was trying to do something nice for you...I didn't mean to forget about the time..."

He let his fingers trace the photos and recipes and he snapped the book closed with a sigh. "I... please forgive me. With the way things have been between us lately, I assumed the worst..."

"I didn't know… how to show I care."

"You could start by believing that I love you and that I do so of my own free will, not because I'm obligated to be by your side..."

Out of everything, that hurt Ignis the most. He could deal with his brattiness and his temper, his discontent with his position, and his unwillingness to go to meetings and training. But to be accused that his love wasn't sincere, he couldn't stand it.

"I'm sorry..."

He set the book on the back cushion of the couch. "When you're frustrated, when everything starts to pile up and it gets too difficult, tell me. Don't blame me and push me away. It's my job to prepare you for these things. It's my choice to support you beyond it..."

"I just...I don't like you trying to force me to focus on my duties when I only have so much time to be young and have fun. I know I have to be king someday! I know I have to be responsible, but just let me be free while I can!"

"You... don't think that I already do that? I know you're young. I've always rallied your side, to allow you freedoms. These duties that you speak of, the ones I press you for, are the least you could do. Do you forget who it is that sits in on your meetings and takes notes for you so that you can go to school and goof off at the arcade? Who swore to pick you up and see to it that you met your appointments so that you could live on your own!"

"I know it was you! I'm not stupid, Ignis!" he snapped, "I never asked for this life!!"

Ignis stepped forward and cupped his face. "I know you didn't! But this is still your life whether you want it or not. And it breaks my heart. Ever since we were kids... why do you think I work so hard for you?" He held his face steady, staring into his eyes. "I've only ever wanted to lessen your burdens, Noct..."

The intensity of his stare became too much and Noctis closed his eyes, tears slipping free. "I k-know you do..." he sniffed.

He jerked him closer with a sigh, wrapping his arms around him. Ignis buried his face in the crook of his neck. "Then please stop pushing me away."

Arms curled around his waist, gripping at the back of his shirt. "I'm s-sorry..."

Ignis' hand cupped the back of Noct's head, fingers curling into his hair as he turned his face and pressed a kiss to his neck. "I love you, Noctis."

"I love you too, Iggy...I'm sorry...for being late...I honestly thought it was later..."

"It doesn't matter any longer," he murmured  before kissing his neck again. He left a trail of lingering kisses up his throat to his jaw, coaxing his face toward his for a kiss.

Noctis let out a small sigh as their lips met, shoulders relaxing as the kiss swept him away. With a little prodding, Ignis coaxed him to open up, letting his tongue slide in to roll against his, each swipe growing more bold.

Noct slipped hands under Ignis' shirt, scratching over his skin as he let the kiss deepen. The older man gasped against his lips as he felt blunt nails pass over him. He tightened the fingers at the back of Noctis’ head and tugged, teeth raking over his bottom lip before he set his lips back upon his neck.

"Nnngh...I-Iggy...fuck I've missed this..."

"As have I," he rasped against his Adam's apple before letting his tongue slowly trace over it.

Noctis let out a soft whimper, rocking his hips toward him. Stepping forward, Ignis pushed him against the back of the couch, a hand slipping down to firmly clutch at his hip, holding Noctis still. Teeth nipped at his jaw as he pulled back.  "Perhaps we should move to a more comfortable location... unless you’d rather I bend you over this sofa?"

"B-bedroom works," he moaned softly in reply.

Ignis smirked as he pulled away from him. "Lead and I shall follow."

Noctis snorted softly. "Like you don't know where it is," he murmured, taking his hand to lead him.

"Of course, but it's more fun this way," he retorted, squeezing his hand as he followed after him. Once in the bedroom, Ignis pulled Noctis in for another kiss that quickly heated as tongues twined and hands tugged at clothes. Ignis hummed against his mouth as his fingers finally met skin.

Noctis worked his tie open while they kissed, letting it hang around his neck as he reached to undo shirt buttons. The young advisor was feeling much too impatient and he pulled away to start on the buttons from the bottom and worked up until he met Noct's hands. Ignis wrapped fingers around his wrists and pulled Noctis' touch inside his shirt, up onto his chest as he leaned in and kissed him again.

Moaning into the kiss, Noctis let his nails drag over his skin, stepping closer to him. Ignis pressed his hands firmly to his back, holding him close as he took control of the kiss, lips meshed together with a hungry passion. He groaned softly before breaking away, gasping for proper breath against his prince’s lips as he peeled the shirt from his shoulders.

"Nnn...fuck Iggy..." he mumbled, leaning in to kiss along his neck and shoulder. The smoothness of his skin was addicting, and Noctis loved to run his lips across him, to feel the heat radiating from him.

His hands fit under Noct's shirt, working it up his body, his fingertips brushing lightly over his skin before he tore the garment up and off over his head. Ignis’ heated gaze flickered over his bared chest, his breath falling more quickly as he reached for him and tugged him close by the waistband of his pants.

A surprised gasp parted his lips and Noctis hid a smile against him. "I love you..." he murmured against his shoulder, biting softly at the skin.

A hushed moan left Ignis, fingers teasing into the waist of Noct's pants over his rear. "I love you, too, Noctis..." he replied, pressing a kiss to the temple of his head.

Noctis physically relaxed under the words. "You have no idea how glad I am to hear you say my name..."

"I was so upset with you, please forgive my pettiness," he said under a sigh, running his hands over his back. "I will call your name all night..."

"Good...I need that...I need you..."

Ignis cupped his face, looking down into his eyes before pressing their lips softly together. "You have me, always... in every way."

Noctis smiled softly, letting him go only to move over to the bed as he made short work of the fasteners on his pants. He looked back over his shoulder as he lowered them from his hips. Ignis watched the little display as Noctis pushed them down his legs and turned around to face him as he stepped out.

Ignis grinned and tackled Noctis onto the bed, chuckling as he attacked his neck with his lips,  nipping at his skin. Letting out a small squeal, Noctis laughed, wrapping arms around his shoulders.

He kissed the hollow between Noct's collarbones as he worked his way up the other side of his throat. “Never did get to eat dinner..." he rasped against his ear. "I don't know about you, but I'm feeling quite ravenous."

He shivered, biting his lip. "I'm yours to feast on Iggy."

"Are you now?" he playfully questioned, voice dropping into a low hum. He pushed himself up and then rocked back, lowering himself down Noct's torso, leaving a hot, wet trail of kisses as he headed down his abdomen.

"Nnn...y-yea..." he murmured softly, slipping fingers into his hair.

Ignis briefly sucked at the skin just below his navel before pulling back. "Mmm... not there..." he trailed his lips over to the jut of his hip bone, nipping at the flesh, perhaps a little harder than necessary.

Noctis groaned softly, fidgeting at the sharp, brief press of teeth. "S-shit..."

His small laugh fluttered over Noct's skin. "Not there either..."

His fingers hooked into the elastic band and he began to pull his boxers down, leaving them around the middle of his thighs, just enough to free him. The plush of his lips worked across Noctis’ pelvis as Ignis firmly spread his legs apart a little more, to reach the juncture of his thigh. He glanced up at him and licked his lips. "Here perhaps?"

He closed his lips around him, pulling his skin into the vacuum of his mouth. His teeth scraped over him, pressed into him, as he moaned against him, sucking him harder. With a wet sound, Ignis finally popped his lips free and he smiled at his handiwork, the mark angry and red and already darkening.

"I-Iggy..." Noctis whimpered softly, breathing already uneven as his cheeks darkened in blush, "P-please..."

"Please... what?" he teased as he went lower,  sucking at his inner thigh, pressing his teeth deliberately into the skin.

"A-ahh...I w-want your mouth on my cock already," he huffed.

"Ever impatient," Ignis remarked as he tugged his boxers the rest of the way down, letting them drop from his feet.  His hands smoothed up his legs, admiring their muscular tone before brushing lips over him, leading back up towards his pelvis.

"It's been forever...can you blame me?"

Ignis hummed in reply as he turned his face, the warmth of his mouth blooming over the base of his cock as he parted his lips. The petal softness of his lips, the silky contrast of his tongue, slowly slid up the side of his length.

Noctis groaned out softly, head dropping back. "S-shit..."

The corner of his lips twitched into a smile and then his mouth closed around him. His tongue twirled around the crown of his cock as he bobbed his head

"I-Iggy..." he moaned softly, fingers tightening in sandy locks.

Ignis let his eyes fall close, feeling only the fingers in his hair and the smooth hardness past his lips, the musky tang of his precum that slid to the back of his throat as he took more and more of him.

"S-so...good...I-Iggy..."

He hummed low, head tilting and corkscrewing up and down, nose brushing the curls at the base of him as his hands gripped his thighs.

"I wanna t-touch you, too..."

His eyes lifted to Noctis' face as he pulled off of him, cheeks hollowing, and his lips left him with a soft pop. He rose to his feet, standing between his legs. "Then touch me, Noct."

"W-where do you want it?" the prince asked breathlessly.

Ignis took his hands and pulled him upright before setting them on his own hips. "Anywhere you want... everywhere you want.  I just want to feel you."

Noctis slid his hands to his pants, holding his gaze as he unbuttoned them, pushing them down. His lips brushed against his thigh, hands gliding along his legs possessively as gravity took over. Ignis hastily stepped out of them, lifting his hand to brush dark hair from his cheek.

Noctis leaned in, biting at his hip gently with a smirk. Ignis drew in a deep breath as he looked down to watch as his prince kissed over to the hem of his boxer briefs, carefully grabbing them with his teeth to pull them down.

A surprised huff left him. "Where did you pick that up?" he asked in a whisper as the garment was taken down his thighs.

"Porn?" He giggled softly, nipping his thigh as he leaned back up.

"Figures," he muttered softly, "Not that I mind..." He lifted his hand to rake his fingers through his lover's dark tresses.

"Would you rather I had learned it from someone?” he asked, glancing back to his face, "cause I think your possessiveness would rather I find new things from porn."

Ignis’ fingers tightened in his hair. "Well if you know then why would you ask, unless you're simply enjoying toying with me?"

"Mmmhmm~ I like riling you up...makes the sex more fun," he purred, dipping his head to lick over the swell of his sack in a light teasing manner.

Ignis pulled a steady breath through his nose at the feeling of his tongue, just as teasing as his words. "You could just tell me how you want it instead of manipulating me," he murmured, although he knew it wasn't going to happen, although he knew somewhere in the back of his mind that he liked it like this with Noctis appealing to his flaws.

"Nah...you're the word guy not me,” he chuckled, lifting his head enough to pull his cock into his mouth.

A breathy moan parted his lips. "Noct..." He focused his gaze on him, watching those perfectly pink lips move along his length.

Noctis raised his gaze up to him, hands sliding up his thighs as he worked him up at a slow but steady pace.

Ignis' breath came quicker, even as he tried to keep it controlled, but Noctis' mouth was like fire, burning his nerve endings and catching him aflame. He caught his bottom lip between his teeth as he continued to watch, soft appreciative sounds bubbling up with every bob of his head. "So good..."

He let out a soft hum, eyes slipping shut before taking a breath through his nose and slowly working him down further and further. Noctis hummed softly, relaxing his throat as his nose hit Ignis' stomach.

The breath momentarily caught in his throat, fingers curling and tightening into his dark hair lovingly, brushing against his scalp.  "Astrals, Noctis... just like that, love."

Ignis’ eyes fell close as his head tilted back, losing himself to the warm perfection of his mouth, fingers caressing his cheek or jaw whenever he did something that felt particularly amazing.  Noctis repeated it, his head bobbing enthusiastically a few more times before pulling off with a soft, wet popping sound, panting softly.

Ignis' hand took his shoulder and he lowered himself, straddling Noct's lap before pushing him down onto the bed, sealing their mouth together. He pressed his tongue into his mouth, commanding the kiss.  He moaned softly against him, nipping at his lip as he pulled away. "I taste good on you," he rasped, teasingly lapping at his bottom lip.

"Mmm...glad you approve Iggy," he panted, kneading at his sides.

He rocked against him, the length of his cock rubbing along Noct's, softly whimpering at the friction. "Shall I show you just how much I approve?"

A part 2 will follow with the glorious smut they deserve. Thanks for reading!

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GOOD AFTERNOON. ARE YOU WILLING TO GO ON RECORD FOR THE DAILY PROPHET?

hello, my name is brittany, i am 26 years old. almost 27 in less than a week. i currently work 5 days a week, except weekends. i usually inform admins of when i will be absent or when i’ll be busy. est is my timezone and i go by she/her pronouns.

i’m also moving soon, but my motivation is STRONG here.

INCREDIBLE. TO START THINGS OFF, PLEASE IDENTIFY YOURSELF.

please provide us more information about your character in this format:

was that KATIE STEVENS walking around the halls of hogwarts? i wish it was them, but it was really just MOLLY PREWETT, the SEVENTEEN-year-old SEVENTH year student at hogwarts. they come from a PURE BLOOD family, and people tend to describe them as COMPASSIONATE, CHEERFUL, AUDACIOUS and FINICKY. they can be seen around hogwarts hanging in the GRYFFINDOR common room and in GRYFFINDOR COMMON ROOM. i hear they’re planning on JOINING THE ORDER once the war starts and that they’re planning on KEEPING QUIET ABOUT IT. i can’t wait to see how this turns out for them.

NO, SWEETIE, DON’T GIVE ME THAT FORMAL TREATMENT. I WANT TO KNOW MORE, WHO ARE YOU REALLY?

these were headcanons for another rp & a few other things. most of this is very much a modern day molly! be warned it is A L O T !!

molly prewett

+compassionate: feeling or showing sympathy and concern for others.

+generous: showing a readiness to give more of something, as money or time, than is strictly necessary or expected.

-protective ( more accurately overprotective which will be defined here ): having a tendency to protect someone

-imperious: assuming power or authority without justification; arrogant and domineering.

-bossy, +fun-loving

-sassy, feisty

walking through the candle lit halls of hogwarts is ,one, molly weasley; mob of dark red hair sweeps the back of her robs. sass escapes her throat with out faltering. far too confident for her own good, molly's smile can brighten even the darkest common room. an iridescent glow flows from her aurora, molly is kind-hearted, caring, and wants the best for those she believes are important to her.

i. growing up with two brothers never was a burden to molly, it was easy to assume of the bossy mother figure. both mother's brought out a different side in the tiny red-head. in her entire life mother had never adored two beings more than her brothers. even when they were arguing over who was the better witch/wizard they'd all break bread as if nothing had happened.

ii. molly's heart is too big for her body for to carry; she has so much love to give, it shines in the iris' of her eyes. though she is this caring girl, it usually only develops more & more for those closest to her. trying her best to give every one a slice of the warmth she has to give.

iii. watching someone across the room, molly has a sixth sense, she can tell when they're an amazing person. usually watching for body language & cues to help her on her way. more often than not, molly finds someone remarkable to become friends with. to turn someone down it would have to take a lot for her to pluck up the courage. hoping to keep strong ties with everyone.

iv. being of a pure-blood family molly tries her best to follow by her family's example. blood is rather important to the prewett family. despite this molly has no problem with those who are of muggle born or half-blood.

v. molly could talk about any topic for a long period of time. sometimes she becomes so passionate about something, it sticks. it is physically impossible for her to contain her excitement.

vi. while being very talkative molly can keep any secret. she believes that loyalty is very important to any friendship. to be a loyal friend is something molly wholeheartedly believes in. betrayal is a sin in her eyes.

vii. molly was most excited to meet the ghosts of hogwarts especially nearly headless nick. who became quite a good friend to her as the years went on. they exchange civil chat about things while molly walks to designated areas.

viii. enjoying strolls passed the great lake always gives the redhead a shot of adrenaline. especially during the late hours when everyone is asleep in their beds. molly really loves the sense of adventure when going somewhere that is essentially off limits.

ix. meal times are a favorite pass time for the redhead; she rather likes home-cooked meals. the sense of being together really warms the cockles of her heart. a good conversation at dinner can really put her in the right mood when she returns to her dorm.

x. molly is one who has always known what she's wanted. once she's transfixed on something, her mind, will never be changed. she is far too passionate to give up on someone or something.

xi. being a friendly to humans is not the only thing molly is good at. she adores the animals in her life. picking out her cat for hogarts was the happiest she had ever been. animals are so pure according to molly. they know nothing of the world & know not hate. when alone molly loves to play with her black cat named gemma.

xii. muggle life had never fascinated the witch until the moment professor dumbledore introduced it to hogwarts.  everything really blew the redhead away; she vowed to figure everything out, wanting to be in the know of everything muggle.

xiii. currently has her sites on a red iphone for her future phone.

xiv. never believed she was much of a girlie girl, nor did she really know what it meant. when social media came into play molly really found herself enjoying online shopping. taking every opportunity to see what was in trend. not that she felt there was enough beauty to fit in such beautiful clothing.

xv. loves to listen to music whilst alone; dancing, though, terribly is something she also enjoys.

xvi. sometimes suffers from bouts of insomnia. in the early hours of the morning molly usually finds herself finishing whatever lessons or homework she did not finish the night before. usually she gets four to six hours of sleep. sometimes eight when she's having a good night.

xvii. takes pride in her witty/sassy/feisty retorts.

xviii. owns a necklace with an 'm' pendant in honor of her name. she rarely, if ever, takes it off.

xix. some classes force molly to daydream out of boredom. or sometimes her hand begins to doodle to keep her mind straight. becoming easily stressed when unsure of something is the norm for molly.

xx. halloween is her favorite holiday to celebrate at hogwarts. christmas is her favorite when heads back home to see her family.

xxi. when she found netflix the first show she ever binged watched was sherlock. becoming so engrossed in what was going on. sherlock holmes has since been her favorite character. the mystery of it all really intrigues the witch.

xxii. when feeling frustrated, molly will write in her diary. describing every little thing that has gotten to her. in detail.

xxiii. isn't really much bothered with many things. however, it's always her mouth that gets her into trouble. being careful is not molly's strong suit.

xxiv. other things molly does in her free time: sew, reading, cleaning to calm herself, and write letters to home.

xxv. though she is not the smartest in her class ( according to her ) molly rather loves to get her school work done. some subjects just rather bore her to tears. molly always strives to do her best in the subjects she dislikes. she always excels when subjects are her absolute favorite.

AND HOW IS SCHOOL GOING FOR YOU?

Charms Club.

LOVELY. THAT IS ALL FOR NOW, BUT BE SURE TO STAY TUNED IN CASE ANY MORE QUESTIONS POP UP.

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