#Like with Sunny the creature looking like that feels right but for Molly

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nature is beautiful

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@shynonie. I have added a side story here! But as for the main story,,,, hhhhhrg ^_^; but!!!! I feel super happy ur still interested after all this time and it makes me wanna get my butt into gear and start writing it again!: here’s a little peek of what I have of ch3 collecting dust in my docs! The two purples are not quite on the same page yet, and Essek really needs to communicate better. But Jester is there for him ~

In the privacy of Essek and Caleb’s home, they would sometimes sit pressed against each other on the couch. On cold evenings, Mollymauk falls asleep with his head resting on Essek’s shoulder, or even his lap. Essek’s face heats up when he recalls the time he had fallen asleep against Molly, and woken up to surprisingly gentle fingers carding through his hair. In private, it was acceptable, and Essek could admit, enjoyable. The trouble is that Molly is always so public about their affection.

For Essek, being in public is always stressful and overstimulating. So much so that well-meaning Mollymauk grabbing his elbow and pulling him through a crowded market, or slinging an arm around his shoulder to shout directly into his ear over a loud street performance in the background has Essek’s skin crawling and irrationally strong frustration boiling quick and hot in his gut.

But Essek’s feelings about touch are difficult for even himself to understand, let alone explain to someone else. It felt cruel and hypocritical to subject the tiefling to his capricious moods and ever changing boundaries, so Essek swallowed his irritation and endured until it became acceptable to extract himself, or the tiefling got distracted. He may still be a cruel creature at heart, but he was trying to change. He was determined to not ruin this, for himself and for Caleb.

“-right, Essek?”

Essek pulled himself out of his brooding only to realize that the tiefling walking next to him had been switched out. Where he had been expecting purple, a blue tiefling stood, looking at him with a slightly worried face.

He stared back dumbly for a moment before shaking himself, “I’m sorry, Jester, I did not hear you. What was it?”

Jester’s frown deepened, “I said ‘Are you alright?’ I just realized it’s getting kinda hot, and you look kiiinda out of it. It’s not too sunny for you, is it? We can always stop and find a place to sit for a bit if you wanna, you know. If you don’t feel good you have to tell me.” She subtly reached between them and interlaced her pinky with his.

“I am feeling a bit overly warm,” he said, in a deliberately light tone; not wanting to make a fuss, but unable to outright lie to Jester.

She scrunched her nose playfully and looked at him sideways. "Oh, just a bit?” She said, imitating him with an accent that was just as light and fake as his had been. It seemed she would not be satisfied with half-truths today.

"I... would very much appreciate a break, if that- "

"Okay, great!" she cut in, "because I'm gettin' kinda hungry and I juuust remembered there's a super good cafe near here that I think you'd like- HEY guys!" She cut herself off this time, shouting out to those who had walked slightly ahead.

"Me n’ Essek wanna stop and get some donuts, okay? You guys wanna come too or should we just meet you down at the beach?"

Essek didn't recall agreeing to donuts, but he kept his mouth shut.

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Thank you for reading, hopefully I can write more soon!!!!

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Unconditional Love pt. 7

Valentine’s Day Special

(Rantaro Amami x Reader)

Today is finally Valentine’s Day. You and Rantaro always made Valentine’s Day a big deal in your household. You two always spent the entire day spoiling each other and giving endless amount of physical affection to one another which you loved because Rantaro gave the best hugs ever, if you were ever feeling upset, you knew you could always turn to Rantaro who would hug you until you felt better. Rantaro loved the affection too, he thought you were so cute and he loved how you would always run to him for comfort, he loved making you feel safe in his loving arms. He loved how your body felt against his. He also loved taking your small hands and covering them in his large ones. You two essentially fit together like two puzzle pieces, which only further proves that you two were soulmates. So since there was an entire day dedicated to couples loving each other, it was easily one of your guys’ favorite days of the year.

The morning started off with you waking up and walking out to the kitchen where you were greeted by the sweet smell of Rantaro’s amazing pancakes. You never got tired of waking up to that smell. When he saw you he rushed over and picked you up and gave you a big hug followed by several soft kisses peppered onto your face. You giggled at all the sudden affection which put the biggest smile on your husband’s face. “Awww you’re the cutest, my little peanut.” He said affectionately. “Happy Valentine’s Day Rantaro!” you said happily. “Happy Valentine’s Day Y/N. I whipped up some breakfast for us if you’d like.” he said before giving you another soft kiss on the cheek. “I could never say no to something you made Rantaro.” you said as you hugged Rantaro’s waist, Rantaro immediately returned the hug and briefly caressed your hair before picking you up bridal style and carrying you to the table.

When he set you down on the chair he smiled at you as he sat down right next to you. Normally people thought it was weird that you two always sat next to each other at the table rather than across from each other, but it made it easier for you to snuggle into Rantaro’s body which made you both incredibly happy at any given moment. When you looked down at your plate you saw three massive heart-shaped red velvet pancakes made with infinite amounts of love. “Dig in, buttercup.” Rantaro said as he ruffled your hair.

The two of you began eating your pancakes, as you ate, all that you could think of was how Rantaro was definitely the son of a God, his pancakes were always made perfectly and he always knew just what to make you at any given time. He was also just the perfect partner, he always picked you up when you were down, made you feel safe, and treated you with so much love and care that you never thought you would get before meeting him. Of course, Rantaro also thought that you must be the child of a God as well, he thought that you were the most adorable creature he’d ever laid his eyes on, you always made his heart beat a million miles a minute any time you gave him any sort of affection, you’ve been together for years and you still gave him butterflies. He always thought that you had some sort of supernatural hold over him.

When you finished your pancakes, you looked at him with a big smile. “Those. Were. AMAZING!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH RANTARO!!!” you said excitedly as you hugged him as tight as you could. “You don’t have to thank me Y/N, just doin’ my job.” Rantaro said as he gave you a kiss on the cheek. “What is your “job” exactly?” you asked him curiously. “To make you feel like the most important person in the universe of course!” Rantaro said lovingly as he ruffled your hair.

After the two of you finished breakfast, you two decided that you would prepare for your special Valentine’s Day evening. You two always split off and went to buy a bunch of stuff to make each other happy, so you two went to two different stores to pick up supplies. When you arrived at the store, you knew you wanted to get some stuff that would make your husband happy, it’s all he ever did for you after all. You cruised down the candy isle and picked out everything that he liked. The man had very expensive taste but was ashamed to admit it, every time you wanted to buy him something a bit more on the expensive side he would always scold you and tell you to save your money on something that would make you happy. This man really put himself before you all the time. But he wasn’t here right now, so you could do whatever you wanted with your money, so you bought him all of the expensive chocolates that you knew he loved but hasn’t had in years because he was so devoted to making your life perfect that he would never spoil himself, it always made you feel bad. But today was gonna be different, you were gonna spoil him rotten.

You went to the checkout with all the candy and cute little teddy bears that could fit in your shopping cart, and when you saw the cashier, you instantly recognized her as someone who you and Rantaro were friends with high school but hadn’t seen in a long time, the cashier noticed you as well and spoke up. “Holy shit Y/N is that you?!” the cashier said. “Molly! It’s been forever!” you said as you hugged her quickly. Molly looked into your shopping cart and saw all of the Valentine’s gifts inside. “I see you have a Valentine! Are you still dating Rantaro Amami by any chance? You two were so cute together!” Molly asked excitedly. “Actually we’re not dating anymore...” you said, Molly’s face briefly displayed a look of sadness until you held up your wedding ring and said: “WE’RE MARRIED NOW!!!” you said enthusiastically. “OH WOW Y/N!!! I’m so happy for you!” Molly said with a big smile on your face. “I’ve been trying to get back into the dating pool for a long time but none of the girls i’ve talked to are interested in me...” Molly said with a slight frown. “Don’t worry Molly, I’m sure you’ll find the one sooner or later! You just gotta believe that you’ll find her and it’ll come true! I’ve always believed in you and I know Rantaro does too!” You said with a wink. “Thanks Y/N... even after all these years of us not talking you still know just how to cheer me up.” Molly said with a smile. The two of you finished your conversation and you went to your car with all of your goodies that you had bought for Rantaro.

You drove home and when you arrived at your apartment you saw that Rantaro’s car was in the parking lot, meaning that he had beat you home. You instantly got super excited as you knew there would be something amazing waiting for you inside. You carried your bags upstairs and unlocked your door, when you walked inside you saw Rantaro standing in the living room, there were big heart pillows everywhere and all of your favorite candies covered the table, he also had two massive teddy bears for you and a card as well. “Happy Valentine’s Day my little angel.” Rantaro said as he walked over to hand you your card. “Oh wow... happy Valentine’s Day Rantaro...” you said as you handed him your gifts. You were a bit embarrassed, he had went all out for you yet again and you forgot to get him a card. “I’m so sorry Rantaro.” You said teary-eyed. Rantaro tilted his head slightly. “Sorry for what sweetheart?” “Sorry that I couldn’t get everything that I wish I could’ve gotten you, I just feel bad that you always go all out for me and I can’t ever get you enough...” You said with your head down.

You were standing there looking rather sad when you felt Rantaro’s hand lift your chin up gently, you looked up and saw him smiling. He quickly pulled you into the most comforting hug you’ve ever had. “You will always be more than enough for me, never once in our entire relationship did I ever wish for more from you, anything extra you get me is just a bonus to your perfection. I will always love you and only you and nothing will ever change that.” Rantaro always knew what to say in every situation. “Thank you Rantaro...” you said as you sunk into his hug, you two stood there for a few minutes holding each other when Rantaro finally spoke up. “Also what do you mean you didn’t get me enough? These are my favorite chocolates ever! And knowing you got them for me only makes me more happy. But I can’t help but feel a bit bad that you spent that much money on me.” Rantaro said with guilt in his voice. It was now your turn to comfort him, so you jumped up into his arms and he lifted you until you were at his face level where you kissed him several times and said: “Don’t ever feel bad that I spent money on you, you’ve said it to me numerous times and now i’ll say it to you, you mean more to me than any dollar bill ever will.” Rantaro began to blush and you two went on to enjoy your night at home together.

Eventually you two went off to bed and Rantaro held you close as he drifted off to sleep with a smile on his face knowing that you were right there with him. You were busy just listening to his breathing when you realized that you haven’t read his card yet! It was sitting right there on your nightstand so you reached for it trying not to disturb Rantaro who was securely holding you in his sleep. Even when unconscious he still wanted to make sure you were safe and sound. You successfully managed to grab the card without waking your husband and you began to read it.

“To my beautiful angel Y/N.

For a good chunk of my life I never thought I had a purpose, I spent all day every day wondering if I would ever find anything that filled me with a sense of purpose. It was when I was 16 years old that I finally found that purpose. It was a sunny day in our small town and I was just about to begin attending a new school, I was petrified. I didn’t know what I was gonna do, that is until 4th hour on my first day. It was chemistry class and I was to pick one of three empty chairs in the room. I ended up picking the chair next to the most beautiful person I had ever laid my eyes on. This person had welcomed me into their life with open arms and we have been there for each other ever since. That beautiful person I met that day was you Y/N, my precious ray of sunshine. When I met you for the first time I instantly felt an instinct to take care of you, at first I brushed it off as my usual brotherly instincts but I quickly realized it was because you were someone special. Little did I know, you would be the one to take care of me. You’ve helped me more than you will ever know, you gave me a purpose in life, and I will spend the rest of my life on this earth watching over you and making sure that you will never go without anything. I love you so much Y/N, don’t ever forget that.

Rantaro Amami.”

You finished reading the letter with tears streaming down your face, you turned over and gave Rantaro a kiss on the lips. “I love you Rantaro.” you whispered. The sudden contact woke Rantaro up, and when he heard you whisper to him, he said in his beautiful sleepy voice: “I love you too...... Y/N......” he very softly kissed you on the forehead and drifted off to sleep again. You soon did the same and fell asleep with him, smiling the whole time.

THE END.

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This is definitely the hardest i’ve ever worked on any story i’ve ever written, but that’s what makes this part extra special. 💕

Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!

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Shallow Beginnings: Prologue

*Disclaimer; This story has elements of child neglect and verbal abuse, drugs, sexual content, and nudity. 18+ recommended.*

“Really, mom?! More drugs? I thought you said you were done with this shit?” Isabelle, once again, caught her mother snorting coke. She assumed the molly had already been popped, usually Alahna Kaminski didn’t just deal in one vice at a time.

“What? It’s none of your business what I do with my life, little bitch. You’re lucky you even have a roof over your head, I should have left you outside the damn hospital in the rain with all the trouble you’ve caused me. And now you’re bitching at me for taking a few minutes to get my head right? Get the fuck out of my house, girl, and don’t come back until your attitude is better. Fucking whore.”

Ah, so she was already in that deep, huh. Well, so be it. This was nowhere near as bad as it could be; so Isabelle took her advice and went for a walk, trying to clear her mind. Maybe by the time she got back, Alahna would be a little more calm. While she walked, Isabelle thought about everything she wished she could change. Ever since she could remember, they’d lived in this rundown studio house. Her mother was hardly ever in a state lucid enough to fix it, and their landlord didn’t give a shit because he wasn’t getting any money from them. Isabelle didn't know for sure, but her mother didn’t have a job and they hardly had any money so it was blatantly obvious she was paying in other ways. It was made even more obvious how she would sometimes see him around their yard at 6 in the morning; God knows he never did any work out there. Isabelle was just biding her time until she was old enough to move out. She was determined to make something from her life, even though her start wasn’t that great.

Isabelle walked for a good few hours, before returning home. As she opened the door, she said a silent prayer to whatever asshole god existed that her mother would be asleep. Or maybe dead. Of course she should have known better than to expect a break like that.

“Are you kidding?! Seriously?” It wasn’t the first time she’d walked in on something like this, but she was getting pretty god damn tired of it.

“Who the fuck is this one?! He looks half your age. What kind of parent are you, knowing your teenage daughter fucking lives here. What is wrong with you?”

“Sorry, sweetness, my spawn is an uptight bitch. Lord knows where she got it.” Alahna said to her guest. To Isabelle, “If I hadn’t pushed you out of my cunt myself, I would never know you came from me. I’m counting the days until I can legally kick you the fuck out. Just go to bed. It’s too late for children to be up anyway.” Isabelle went to lay down as Alahna lit up a joint and shared it with the random guy. She was probably getting paid for this, Isabelle would ot be the leas bit surprised.

Isabelle has cried every night for as long as she had memories. She woke up every morning praying for a break, a respite, a long lost relative to show up out of nowhere and take her away. Anything.

The next day when she returned home from school, Isabelle didn’t hear banging or senseless talking. She didn’t smell a fresh blunt rolled from the shittiest weed money could buy. She had an eerie feeling when she opened the door to see al the lights off, but she just brushed it off. Her mother was probably passed out on a park bench somewhere. She walked into the kitchen to make a sandwhich with their hard, moldy bread. She was stopped short when she saw a lump on the ground, and a creature she never believed actually existed.

Grim Reaper! As Isabelle looked at her mother in a lump of skin and bones on the kitchen floor, with an open and mostly empty bottle of MDMA on the counter, she had some pretty conflicting feelings...Her mind scattered everywhere at once. What happens now? She still had over 65 days until her birthday. If she ended up in the orphanage...there was little hope of her getting adopted this late in the game, and to be honest, there were younger kids than her who needed loving families. She could take care of herself. That was the moment when she decided. She’d support herself, and stay low on the radar until she was of legal age to be alone. Isabelle had been given plenty of practice taking care of herself with a mother who was in a constant drug induced haze. Then, with that thought, she was a little excited. No more screaming matches, no more walking in on random naked dudes fucking her mother, no more dealing with the kids at school about their run down house. She said a silent thank you to Grim on her way out the door.

On her way to the nearest park in town, Isabelle heard a *crack* as a shot of lightning struck across the sky. Then the thunder rolled in, and rain started pouring down on her. Well, this puts a bit of a damper on her newfound freedom. Having nowhere to go, and realizing she was pretty tired, she laid down on a bench to nap. A short time later, she was woken up by the whimpering and yapping of what sounded like a scared puppy. Opening her eyes, she saw a small furry rat-looking dog staring up at her with a miserable “please help me” expression, her eyes wide, and she was trembling from head to toe, scared of the storm.

“Hello, little one. Looks like you’re all alone out here in this mess, too, huh? Well, we can just take care of eachother, how about that?” With a small *yap*, The puppy seemed to agree with her, and lolled its tongue out of its mouth as Isabelle reached to pick her up.

“Me and you, kid.” Isabelle said as she nuzzled the small puppy close to her. Giving her the name Kooper, the two became inseparable, their bond formed in the worst storm Brindleton Bay had seen since Isabelles’ birth.

65 Days Later

“Alright, girl, we did it!” Isabelle said to Kooper, as they stared at their brand new front door. After the storm the day her mother died, Isabelle woke up to a bright, sunny morning in the park. She contacted some of her school friends, and crashed on couches while trying to finish high school. Eventually, things got hard. She couldn’t keep up with her studies and her two jobs. She dropped out, lied about her age and joined the military. Today, on her official young adult birthday, she received the promotion to stage 3 of the career. She had just finished closing on her very first home. The last 65 days had been a rollercoaster...Isabelle had tried dating a few imes, but she didn’t really have time for it with everything she was dealing with. Because of her past, she was never able to let anyone in. She had a few sexual partners, but none she really considered serious. Other things were far more important to her. Now, as she stared at her first home, she finally started feeling like her lif was coming together. Going into young adulthood with a smile on her face, holding her best friend, she turned the key for the first time.

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Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban: Everyone Lives AU

Table of Contents beta’d by @ageofzero

Chapter Fifteen The Quidditch Final

Dear Mum and Dad,

I can’t wait to see you at the Quidditch final. I’m nervous we won’t be able to win the cup, but it should be a good match. It’ll be nice to actually finish the season for once, though I suppose I shouldn’t jinx it.

I’ve never had so much school work, though! Electives are hard, and Quidditch practice nearly every night, and Remus is still helping me with the patronus charm, but we’ve had to take a break over the Easter holidays. Mostly I’m just glad that we don’t have to sit through class with Snape again, and Remus can get better without worrying about his classes.

Still, it hardly feels like a break. Teachers have us cramming for exams like crazy. Hermione’s just about to crack under the pressure, or she already has. She slapped Malfoy the other day. It was great, and he deserved it, but it was just surprising from her. Then she missed Charms class — said she just forgot to go — then she stormed out of Divination and I don’t think she’s ever going back to that class. I almost wish I’d quit with her, but I heard we do star charts next year, and I really want to learn about that. As long as Trelawney gets over predicting my death every class.

Do you guys have any influence in the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures? Hagrid seems really sure they’re going to decide to execute Buckbeak at the appeal, but Buckbeak didn’t actually do anything wrong. Malfoy was the one who provoked him. You guys know people at the Ministry, right? Can you fix it?

See you soon!

Love, Harry

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The morning of the Qudditch match arrived, and Harry woke up with his stomach in more knots than a captive hydra. He almost couldn’t believe he was actually going to be playing in the Quidditch final. His first year, he’d been hospitalized from his fight with Voldemort. His second year, Quidditch had been canceled because Hermione and Penelope Clearwater had been attacked by the school’s resident basilisk.

Harry desperately prayed nothing would interrupt this year’s Quidditch final. He was afraid Oliver Wood might die of heartbreak if Gryffindor didn’t win the Quidditch cup.

It was still early, and Harry found himself unable to go back to sleep, so he got up for a drink of water. He glanced out the window to check the weather, and was pleased to find a clear, sunny day. The trees weren’t moving at all. A perfect day for a Quidditch game.

Then, just on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Harry saw a large black dog. He frowned. What was Sirius doing out here? He had assumed Sirius would arrive with his parents, and there was no reason for them to be here this early. Was Sirius alright, running around the Hogwarts grounds with the dementors so close?

Then Harry saw Crookshanks and Llewellyn walk up beside Sirius. Were Llewellyn and Crookshanks friends now? What was Sirius doing with Ginny and Hermione’s cats? Harry briefly wondered if maybe that dog wasn’t Sirius at all, but a real over-sized black dog. Or maybe it was the actual Grim. But would either of those options be out for a morning stroll with some cats?

Harry watched the animals disappear over the hill near the Shrieking Shack. But Remus wouldn’t be there. The full moon wasn’t until Wednesday.

Harry took another drink of water and spent the rest of the morning puzzling over Sirius. Even when he went down to breakfast, he couldn’t get it off his mind. He nibbled on his toast half-heartedly. Wood arrived, looking almost as nervous as he had on the game the first day of the year. He repeated to Harry, as he had been all week, “Fifty points, remember. Don’t catch the Snitch unless —”

“Unless we’re up at least fifty points,” Harry said. “I remember.”

Ron sat next to him and clapped him on the shoulder, just after he took a sip of juice. Harry nearly spit it out on the table. He choked it down and wiped his chin.

“You’ll do fine, mate,” Ron said. “You can relax.”

Harry coughed and grinned at Ron. “Thanks.”

He wished he could tell Ron what he’d seen this morning, and what he was really concerned about, but that would mean explaining about Sirius, and then he’d have to explain why he hadn’t told Ron the truth about the Grim the other night.

Harry still wasn’t sure he could tell Ron about Remus. And besides, it wasn’t Harry’s secret to tell. It was Remus’s.

Lily and James arrived shortly after Harry and Ron had finished eating. James was just polishing off a chocolate bar as Harry ran to greet them.

“Good day for flying, eh?” James said as he pulled Harry into a hug.

“Should be,” Harry agreed. “Where’s Sirius at?”

“Came in with us from Hogsmeade,” James said, “but went to get Remus. I’m sure they’ll be along.”

“And how’s Ron?” Lily asked. “Molly asked us to be sure we checked in on him and Ginny, after that scare with Regulus Black.”

“I’m fine, Mrs. Potter,” Ron said, coming up behind Harry. “And Ginny’s fine, too. Flying and everything.”

“Flying?” Lily said with a raised eyebrow.

“Just an expression,” Harry quickly said. “Y’know, for doing well.”

Lily didn’t look convinced, and James looked impressed. It was obvious their lie hadn’t convinced anyone of anything.

Harry groped quickly for another line of conversation, but then he felt a light hand on his shoulder that sent a sort of electric shock down his spine.

“Good luck, Harry,” Cho Chang said, as she passed him, and smiled.

“You too,” Harry managed to stammer out. His tongue felt like lead and his stomach felt like he’d swallowed a doxy.

“Who’s that?” James asked with a twinkle in his eye, as they started towards the Entrance Hall.

“The Ravenclaw Seeker,” Harry managed to say.

Lily hummed thoughtfully and James laughed, but quickly turned it into a cough. Harry didn’t know why, but he was embarrassed.

As soon as they were outside, he said, “I’m going to go change,” and ran for the locker room.

Lily linked her hand with James. “You know you used to look at me that way, in fifth year.”

“I believe at one point I told you your hair was red, because I couldn’t think of anything else to say,” James laughed.

Lily glanced over her shoulder at Ron, who had fallen in step with Neville, Ginny, Hermione, and a blonde girl Lily hadn’t met yet. She wondered where Dean and Seamus were, then she saw the boys coming up over the hill, carrying a large, rolled up banner.

Harry had good friends, she thought, and she was glad to know he was happy here at school. Even if she did have to worry, constantly, that he was in danger, she didn’t have to worry about how happy he was. There was a wonderful relief in that, and she leaned her head affectionately on James’s shoulder.

He didn’t ask where her contented sigh came from, but wrapped an arm around her shoulder and squeezed.

They found Hagrid in the stands, and Lily told him they had spoken to everyone they knew at the Ministry, but she wasn’t sure what they could do for his hippogriff case. James offered his condolences.

Remus and Sirius arrived shortly. Remus looked wan, but they were just a few days from the full moon. Lily hoped the stress of teaching wasn’t making Remus’s condition any worse.

“Remus,” James said, and leaned around Lily to ask quietly, “do you know who the Ravenclaw Seeker is?”

Remus had to think for a moment. “I believe it’s Cho Chang. She’s in fourth year. Struggles with Defense, but she’s come a long way this year, and Professor Flitwick praises her Charms, but I can’t tell you how good at Quidditch she is.”

“She rides a Comet 260,” Sirius laughed, gesturing to the field as the players came out of the locker rooms. “Harry will fly loops around her.”

But that didn’t seem to interest James, and Lily playfully nudged him with her elbow. “Let him be. If he likes, her he likes her.”

“I just wanted to know if we should get an extra ticket to the Quidditch World Cup this summer,” James said, as the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw captains shook hands.

“Harry has three tickets he can share with whomever he likes.”

This did not seem to ease James’s agitation any further, which amused Lily. She hadn’t expected James to get so involved in Harry’s first crush, and from Lily’s perspective, it didn’t even seem serious. Maybe James, who had been obsessed with one girl for seven years, didn’t understand the concept of passing fancies.

She pinched the underside of his arm gently. “Worry about the game, and let Harry worry about who he likes.”

“Ravenclaw’s currently in the lead by two hundred points,” Remus said, recognizing Lily’s effort to distract James. “So if they want to win the Cup as well as the game, Harry will have to wait to catch the Snitch.”

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Harry shot straight towards the Slytherin goal posts. Cho followed immediately, and Sirius laughed.

Lily didn’t understand until Harry looped back around, then up, and then Cho drifted off of his heels. “He feinted,” she said with a laugh.

“They were only twenty points up,” James said. “He couldn’t catch the Snitch and he couldn’t let her catch it. It was a smart move.”

Lily was glad James’s mind was turned to the game, and she cheered loudly as Angelina Johnson scored.

It was nice to watch a game where Harry’s broom wasn’t jinxed, and the threat of dementors seemed minimal on such a lovely day. Still, she kept a hand on her wand inside her coat pocket, just in case, and the other one in James’s hand.

The score was seventy to twenty, Gryffindor leading, when Harry suddenly bolted upwards. Sirius and James jumped to their feet, Lily pulled with him, but Cho was suddenly between Harry and the Snitch and Harry swerved quickly to avoid hitting her.

Lily heard Oliver Wood yell something at Harry, but she couldn’t make out his words over all the cheering on the Ravenclaw side of the stadium.

She sat back down, but James and Sirius stayed standing, focused entirely on the game.

She took the quiet moment with Remus to ask how his classes were going.

“Well,” he said. “They’re remarkable students, really. Yesterday, Christian and Anne were silent dueling and it was really incredible. They’ve come such a long way. Just a few months ago, Anne could barely cast a silent Leviosa. Now she can compete against the seventh years with ease.”

“The Thelborne siblings? Good for them,” Lily said with a smile. “I hope they didn’t get too wild with each other. Christian can be rough with his sister.”

“Not at all. He has the makings of a professional dueler, really. And the first years are wonderful,” Remus continued. “Still so eager to learn. They’ve nearly caught up to where I started the second years. They’ll be able to get ahead for next year, which will be good for them, I think. The other students have had such a struggle with the scattered curriculum, but the first years are entirely unaffected.”

Lily listened to Remus and it almost made her miss teaching. Almost. She was happier at home with James than anywhere else, and she couldn’t imagine how she’d be doing with all this Regulus Black business if she was stuck at school, but she was glad to hear that Remus had taken so well to teaching. She’d always known he’d be good at it.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying it,” she finally said, as Remus finished telling her about the third years’ vampire essays.

“I really am,” he said, his cheeks a little pink. “I always thought, well — Dumbledore was desperate for a teacher. If the parents knew —”

“If the parents knew how much the teacher cared for their children, they’d be happy to have you there.”

Suddenly, the entire crowd was on their feet, and Lily and Remus stood too. Harry was on Cho Chang’s tail, both diving for the Snitch, just barely visible to the audience as a glimmer of gold in the grass.

Lily screamed encouragement to Harry until her throat hurt. His broom just barely eclipsed Cho’s as they approached the Snitch, then Harry turned up sharply, holding the Snitch in his hand over his head. Cho, broom unable to make such a sharp turn, skidded into the grass.

The crowds swamped the pitch. Lily, James, Remus, and Sirius all joined in, pushing their way through the crowd to congratulate Harry.

Oliver Wood was there, holding the Quidditch Cup, and with cheeks streaked with tears of joy, passed the cup to Harry.

Harry couldn’t stop smiling. He held the cup as high as he’d held the Snitch while Gryffindor cheered. He hugged each of his parents, and Sirius and Uncle Remus, and couldn’t think of a happier moment in his life.

[justgeorgeweasleynow]

TASK 1 - THE QUESTIONNAIRE 

» THE BASICS «

Full name: George Fabian Weasley

Meaning: George = farmer

Reasoning: Fred and George were named together after Molly’s brothers, Gideon and Fabian Prewett.

Pronunciation: J-ore-j fae-be-an  wee-z-lee

Nickname(s) or alias(es): Georgie (occasionally by his family) 

Preferred name(s): George

Label: the peter pan - someone who doesn’t want to grow up ; childish and irresponsible ; someone who fear of letting go and moving on.

Date of birth: April 1st 1978

Zodiac sign: Aries

Religion: Atheist

Ethnicity: White European

Nationality: British

Gender: Male

Preferred pronouns: He/him

Sexual preference: Bisexual (demisexual)

Romantic preference: Panromantic (demiromantic)

Hometown: Devon, England

Resides in: London

Occupation: Owner of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes

Language(s) spoken: English

Native language: English

Marital status: Single

Political views: Moderate liberal

Financial status: Well off

» BACKGROUND «

Species: Wizard

Birth order: Middle Child

Traditions/customs: Snowball fights with his family on Christmas

Level of education: Almost finished Hogwarts

How were their grades? Acceptable

Best childhood memory: Christmas morning with his entire family together  

Worst childhood memory:  He once charmed a rock to act like a bludger so they could practice Quidditch and it hit Ron in the head, knocking him unconscious. His parents healed him, but they were both furious.  It was the angriest he'd ever seen his dad get. He and Fred were grounded for a week - they spent the first two days locked in separate rooms. He wasn’t sure what he hated the most being alone, disappointing his family, or that he put his brother in danger. From then on, George was more thoughtful about possible repercussions of his actions.

Experienced discipline: Despite lenient parents, he was disciplined a lot for pushing their wide boundaries

Family’s economic status: Not great.

Childhood career choice: Changed regularly depending on what Fred wanted to do - he just wanted to work with Fred. The one they stuck with the longest was being a cursebreaker like Bill

School subject they excelled at: Charms

School subject they had trouble with: History of Magic

» APPEARANCE, VOICE, & MANNERISMS «

Looks like (or face claim): Oliver Phelps

Height: 5’8

Shoe size: 9

Figure/build: Athletic, slightly skinny

Hair color, Natural or Dyed? Light red, natural (he dyed it brown for a while after Fred died, but it’s since grown back to it’s natural Weasley red)

Hair style/length/width: Just long enough to cover his missing ear. It’s straight, with a few waves depending on if he took the time to brush it or not (usually not)

Eye color: Brown

Eyesight: 20/20

Teeth: Bottom teeth are slightly crooked, but nothing to worry about. He’s never given it much thought

Shape of face: Oval

Body/facial hair: His facial hair is too thin and pale to grow a beard, so he shaves it off. He doesn’t shave his chest, which has a relatively thin layer of sandy red hair.

Self-care: Lots of tea. Chocolate. Friend. 

Skin tone: pale

Birthmarks/scars/distinguishing marks: He’s missing his left ear. He has a thin scar from quidditch on the back of his right shoulder.

Tattoos: None.

Piercings: None.

Innie or outie belly button? Innie

Dominant hand: Right

Describe their signature: Matter-of-fact, Hastily scribbled half-cursive

Nail polish color:  None

Clothing style: Bright colors, patterned, earth tones

Frequently worn jewelry: None

Describe their voice, what accent? Smooth clear voice, British acent

Speech style: fast, energetic, enthusiastic

Singing voice: Decent for a karaoke bar, but nothing to write home about. Although he likes to intentionally sing off key sometimes just for the hell of it.

Verbal tics: He still says ‘we’ instead of ‘I’ sometimes, or ‘our’ instead of ‘my’ since he’s so used to everything he does involving Fred as well.

Scent: earthy

Posture: Relaxed. He slouches and leans against things a lot, unless he knows he’s in front of an audience - then he’ll immediately straighten up

Gestures:  Energetic. He talks with his hands a lot without realizing he’s doing it.

Default facial expression: Cheerful or contemplative

Age often mistaken for: 27

» PERSONALITY «

Personality type: ENTP

Upon first meeting them: He seems very cheerful and goofy, a bit full of himself

Catchphrase(s): “Wicked”, “You know what?”

Positive traits: Enthusiastic, passionate, brave, thoughtful, creative, resourceful

Negative traits: Cunning, blunt, rebellious, self-indulgent, spiteful 

Likes: cheering people up, people who make him laugh, people who stand up for others

Dislikes: authority, people who act like they’re superior, people who try to tell him what to do

Usual mood: Alternates between cheerful and melancholy

Sense of humor: George has a broad sense of humor that ranges from childish pranks to sharp witty jokes. For the most part, he has an innocent sense of humor, preferring to makes jokes at his own expense (or the expense of his close friends or family who he knows will receive them well).

Soft spot/vulnerability: Fred and his grief around Fred’s death.  His future.

Insecurities: He sometimes worries that he bothers people by reminding them of Fred, that they’ll mistake him for Fred, or that they think it would have been better if he’d died and Fred had survived instead.

Fears: Unable to move on after Fred’s death, spending his whole life alone, never being happy again, losing more members of his family

Comforts: one-on-one time with close friends or family

Habits/quirks: Talking with his hands,

Nervous tics: He sometimes bounces or taps his foot with nervous energy. If there’s something in his hands, it makes noise - he’ll jingle keys, tap his quill, or clink coins together. He can’t keep still for long.

Hobbies: Quidditch, pranking people, reading short fast-paced (often comedic) books, thinking up new inventions for his joke shop

Guilty pleasure: childish pranks

Desires: Happiness, a family,

Wishes: Fred hadn’t died.

Regrets: Not being able to save Fred. Anytime someone got hurt during one of their pranks.

Secrets: At Fred’s funeral, several people told stories about ‘Fred’ that had actually been about George, and vice versa. George never corrected them.

Superstitions: None.

Lucky number: 7

Pet peeves: People who talk for long periods of time without saying anything interesting.

Level of seriousness: 4/10

Level of independence: 9/10 (Financially, he’s independent. Emotionally, he’s still dependent on his parents and his siblings)

» FAVORITES «

Accessory: Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes pin

Activity: Playing games with his family or friends

Animal: Dog

Beverage: Butterbeer

Clothing item: He secretly loves the jumpers his mom knitted him. He never wears them out, but still sleeps in them sometimes.

Color: Orange and Purple 

Day of the week: Monday

Food: Fish and chips

Gem: Sapphire

Holiday: April Fools

Ice cream flavor: Butterbeer

Instrument: Piano (he can’t play, but he likes the sound of it)

Mythological creature: Griffin or Dragon

Number: 77

Quote/saying: Laugh it off.

Person: Fred. (Living = Angelina or Lee)

Possession: His wand.

Scenery: English countryside

Scent: Autumn leaves

School subject: Flying Lessons, Troublemaking + avoiding  Filch (there’s an art to it so it counts as a subject), Charms

Season: Autumn

Quidditch team: Holyhead Harpies (since Ginny is on it)

Teacher: McGonagall

Time of the day: Late afternoon

Transportation: Broom

Weather: Warm, sunny, and breezy

Word: Joke

Vacation destination: The burrow with his family

» HEALTH & PSYCHOLOGY «

Blood type: O-positive

Time of birth: Morning

Place of birth: At home

Manner of birth: It was a quick and straightforward birth, the only surprise being that there were two kids born instead of one. No one knows which twin was born first, as they weren’t given their names until later that day, and no one could remember which of the two identical babies was which.

Vaginal birth or cesarean section?: Vaginal

Birth weight/length: average

Sex: Male

Diet:  Eats what he wants when he feels like it.

Alcohol Use: Socially.

Drug Use: Rarely, for experimental purposes.

Addictions: None (except occasionally he’ll get addicted to his work -  perfecting a potion or new line of products)

Allergies: None.

Body temperature: Average

Exercise habits: Occasionally runs to relieve stress. Enjoys playing recreational Quidditch (or any sport, really, though most often Quidditch)   

Sleeping habits: He rarely had trouble sleeping until Fred died. Now it’s hit or miss. Sometimes he sleeps deeply - sometimes he has nightmares. Sometimes he dreams of Fred and wakes up crying. Sometimes he has pleasant dreams. He hasn’t found the secret to predicting what kind of night it will be.

Do they get occasional checkups? No. If something bothers him, he’ll see someone about it.

Ever broken a bone? Yes, in Quidditch at Hogwarts his second year, he broke his arm, but he was laughing about it and it was fixed within minutes.

Hospital visits, what for? If the hospital wing counts, then a lot - he’s been there thirteen times for himself, three more for Fred, and every time Ron or Ginny or one of his Quidditch team mates were injured, he visited them. He also visited his dad in St. Mungo’s after he was attacked by Voldemort’s snake.

Any physical ailments/illnesses/disabilities? None.

Any mental illnesses/disorders? Complicated grief that manifests similar to depression and PTSD

When were they diagnosed? About a year after Fred died - he had showed up at his parents house crying and saying that he couldn’t live like this anymore - it felt like his heart was physically hurting every day. They took him in and he slept for two days. When he woke up, Mrs. Weasley encouraged him to see a therapist. He went six times before he stopped.

Any medication regularly taken? No.

Phobia(s): None.

Are they prone to violence? Only if you insult or threaten  his family.

Enneagram Type: Seven/ The Epicure

Moral Alignment: chaotic good

Temperament: sanguine

Element: Air

Intelligence Type: Linguistic intelligence

Approximate IQ: One point below genius

Sociability: Extroverted

Emotional Stability: Moderately stable, apart from his grief over Fred

» LEGAL RECORD «

Birth Name: George Fabian Weasley

Other legal names: N/A

Have they ever been arrested? Surprisingly not.

Ever served prison time? No.

Do they have a criminal record? No.

Have they committed any violent crimes? No

Property crimes? Not that he was caught for (although he trespassed a lot and has broken and entered several places around Hogsmead, just to go exploring with Fred)

Other crimes? He has gotten some of the materials for his potions from questionable sources.

» CAREER & INCOME «

Primary Source of Income: Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes

Secondary Source of Income: None.

Approximate Amount per Year: More than enough to pay his bills,  cover his extravagant clothes, buy everyone in his family nice birthday  presents, and still end the year with a bit more in his bank account than he’d started off.

Content with their job (or lack thereof)? Yes

Past job(s): None.

Spending habits: George hardly ever buys things on his own and prefers to spend his money on experiences - taking friends out for drinks, going to Quidditch games, vacation, etc.

Dream job: Exactly what he’s doing, but with someone helping him

Work ethic: If he cares about it/ thinks it’s important, he’s great. If he doesn’t he won’t get it done.

Feelings on their past occupation(s): N/A

Reason for leaving past occupation(s): N/A

Reason for their current choice of occupation: It was Fred’s idea, but George loved it. It was basically making his favorite pastime into a career

How long have they been in their current occupation? Five years

Are they well liked among their colleagues and employers? He thinks so, and for the most part he’s right. He genuinely cares about his employees and they can see that.

» RESIDENCE «

Living situation: Alone.

Good or bad neighborhood? Diagon Alley is decent enough.

Cost/rent: Fairly expensive.

Home type : Flat over Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes

How many stories? 1  

Exterior colour: purple

Interior colour: earth tones

How many bedrooms? 2 (he’s turned Fred’s bedroom into a study)

How many bathrooms? 1

Any plants? No.

Tile, wood, or carpeting? Wood

Housekeeping: He keeps it from getting too bad, but it’s not exactly clean. When it gets too messy, he pays someone to clean it.

Something they usually keep stocked in their fridge or cabinet: Tea, milk, sugar, honey, cookies/biscuits

Something they always keep next to their night stand: A glass of water or milk

How do their neighbors feel about them: They never hear him in his flat, but they get annoyed with him for the commotion the joke shop sometimes causes - or the sounds of explosions from his office which doubles as a lab.

Do they hate their neighbors; if so, why? No - he hasn’t given much thought to them

Is their home haunted? No

Has there been any deaths in their home? No

» SKILLS & ABILITIES «

Physical strength: 6.5/10

Offense: 7/10

Defense: 8/10

Speed: 8/10

Intelligence: 9/10

Accuracy: 8/10

Agility: 8.5//10

Stamina: 7/10

Teamwork: 8/10

Lying: 9.5//10

Sociability: 10/10

Talents: Playing pranks, juggling, muggle card tricks, story-telling

Shortcomings: organization, attention to detail, expressing his feelings 

Cook? Not well.

Bake? If he has a recipe (it’s like making a potion)

Drive? He doesn’t have a license, but he drove his father’s car a few times and managed not to crash it (although Fred was the better driver)

Swim? Yes

Play an instrument? He tried to teach himself the drums once when he was little, but never stuck with it enough to learn more than the basics

Play chess? Wizard chess, yes. He’s surprisingly good when he’s paying attention and not thinking about something else.

Braid hair? No.

Tie a Tie? yes.

Pick a Lock? Yes.

Shoot a gun? Hasn’t tried.

» VIEWS ON «

Life: Too short.

Death: Too permanent.

Love: Is essential.

Sex: Intrigued by.

Marriage: Is important.

Divorce: He understands it’s sometimes necessary, but doesn’t want to see it happen to anyone in his family.

Family: The most important thing in the world.

Friends: Tied for most important thing in the world.

Politics: They’re important, but he hasn’t had the energy to keep up with them lately.

Religion: Lies to control people.

Work: Might as well do something meaningful with your time.

Money: Isn’t happiness, but it certainly is better being happy and rich than happy and poor.

Alcohol/Drug Use: Don’t abuse it and you’re good.

Tattoos/Piercings: They can be wicked cool or awful depending on what they are. You know, Quaffles are cool, Dark Marks aren’t.

Swearing: A way to express emotion. And rebel.

» SEX & ROMANCE «

*optional if mun is underage or uncomfortable

Virginity? Still a virgin

Gender preference: Female

Dominant/submissive? Both

Top/bottom/versatile? Versatile

Turn-ons: Teasing. Lip biting. Laughing. Confidence.

Turn-offs: Being emotionally distant.

Kinks: Saying his name, trying new things

Anti-kinks: Anything too painful or dangerous

General libido: It’s like on hold until he meets the right person

Do they have sex often? Not at the moment. 

Do they take the initiative? Not at first, but once he’s in a committed relationship and they’ve had sex a few times, then yes.

How do they act? Excited, caring, genuine

Do they go slow or jump in? Slow

Do they act like a friend or a lover? Friend

Type of kisser: Passionate, gentle 

Do they like kissing in public? Once he knows someone will kiss him back, yes  

Can they commit to one person? Yes

What are they like in relationships? Happy, Caring, Optimistic, Clingy,  

Do they want kids? Yes

Do they want to marry? Yes

How long was their longest relationship? He’s been on a few dates, but never really dated anyone

How are they in bed? Inexperienced

Do they get jealous easily? A little, but he doesn’t make a big deal about it.

Feelings on oral? Intrigued by it.

» FAMILY «

Father: Arthur Weasley  Describe their relationship:  Warm and caring. George looks up to his father, even though he jokes around with him and gives him a hard time sometimes.

Mother: Molly Weasley

Relationship: He and his mother argued a lot during his teenage years, but they’ve made up and been very supportive of each other since the war. He doesn’t understand her sometimes, but he loves her and he knows she loves him. 

Brothers: Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, Ron, 

RELATIONSHIP: After Fred, he was closest to Ron, but his relationship with Ron was always strained by the fact that George thought of him as younger and needing protecting. He looks up to his older brothers and loved playing with them when he was younger, but lately he realizes he hasn’t gotten to know them as adults very well. He still admires them and a slight bit of younger sibling hero-worshiping going-on, but he’d never admit it. 

Sister: Ginny Weasley 

RELATIONSHIP: George always enjoys spending time with Ginny. Of all his siblings, she reminds him the most of Fred. He loves it when she tells an unexpected joke or pulls a prank. As with Ron, he tries to be the tough older brother and has a hard time opening up to Ginny about anything less than perfect in his life. 

GRANDPARENTS: Dead [*Charlie what are you putting for this? haha]

RELATIONSHIP: He has a few fond memories, but doesn’t feel like he ever really knew them. 

Significant Other: N/A

Children: N/A

Pet(s): None

» GENERAL RELATIONSHIPS «

Best friends: Lee Jordan, Angelina Johnson 

Childhood friends: His brothers, Lee Jordan, Gryffindor Quidditch team (most of the Gryffindors in his year and the year below, really)

Rivals: Slytherin Quidditch players 

Past romances: A few one-time dates, nothing to write home about

Roommates: None at the moment. 

» QUESTIONNAIRE «

In the ABO universe, are they an Alpha, Beta, or omega? Beta

Expensive or inexpensive tastes? Both

Hygienic or Unhygienic? On the lesser side of Hygienic

Open-minded or close-minded? Open-minded

Optimistic or pessimistic? Optimistic

Daredevil or cautious? Daredevil

Logical or emotional? Logical

Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat? Methodical and messy

Prefers working or relaxing? Both

Confident or unsure of himself/herself/theirself? Both - appears more confident than he is

Generous or stingy? On the stingy side of generous

Polite or rude? Polite to people he likes  - rude to people he doesn’t like. Strangers are somewhere in the middle.

Book smart or street smart? Street smart

Popular or loner? He’s become more of a loner since Fred died.

Leader or follower? Both - he was used to following Fred, but he’s been leading his staff at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes successfully and he enjoys it.

Day or night person? Both.

Cat or dog person? Dog (he loves cats too though, especially if they’re friendly)

Closet door open or closed while sleeping? Cracked open

Coffee or tea? Tea

Sleep or eat? Both

Showering in the day or night? Night

Bath or shower? Shower

Shaver or waxer? Shave

TV or movies? Movies

Iced tea or lemonade? Lemonade

Ice cream or smoothies? Ice cream

Cupcakes or cake? Cake

Beach or mountains? Beach

Movie theater or Netflix? Netflix at someone else’s house

Buying music or downloading illegally? Downloading illegally. Unless he knew the artist. Then buying 100% and you better buy too.

Hot chocolate or hot apple cider? Hot chocolate

Video games or computer games? Video games.

Milk chocolate or dark chocolate? Milk

Sunrise or sunset? Sunrise

Feminine or masculine? Feminine

Are they a good or bad liar? Good

Do they have a fake I.D.? No

How long would they survive in a zombie apocalypse? A fair amount of time, as  long as if he was with other people.

Do they travel?  Yes, when people will go with him. Traveling is something he’s recently discovered he loves to do.

What do they wear to bed? Shorts or just boxers in the summer ; soft trousers, t-shirt, and a sweater in the winter

On what occasions do they lie? As an adult, to keep his family safe. To keep surprises

What is one thing they’d most like to change about themselves? He wants to be more like his old self before Fred died

How would they like to die? Saving someone he loves

Do they snore? Softly

Do they chew their pens/pencils? No

Can they curl their tongue? No, but he thinks he can

Can they whistle? Yes

Do they believe in the supernatural?  Yes

Are they squeamish? Yes

Have they ever killed anyone? Why? How? In the Battle at Hogwarts, he killed a few of the Death Eaters by hitting them with stunning spells at the same time as other people on his side.

Have they ever seen anyone die? In the battle of Hogwarts, he saw several of his former classmates hit by spells that killed them instantly.

Are they a lightweight? Yes and it’s hilarious

Do they forgive betrayal? If no one was hurt, then yes. If someone was hurt, then no.

Do they shower every day? Every other day

Most traumatic experience: Fred’s death

Do they wear the hood on their hoodie? Sometimes

Do they use chapstick? Not unless someone (like his mother) makes him

Would they rather sleep with someone else or alone? With someone else

What position do they sleep in? back/side

Which side of the bed do they sleep on? Left

Can they multi-task or must they focus on one subject at a time? He can multitask, but he’s better at hyper focusing on one thing

If suddenly challenged, would they rather run away or stay and fight? Stay and fight

Do they get restless when things are too quiet or do they favour solitude and silence? Restless

What would completely break them? Fred’s death completely broke him. Now, the death to any other member of his family would push him over the edge.

What was the best thing in their life? Fred.

What was the worst thing in their life? Losing Fred.

Do they curse often? Occasionally, when there are no kids around.

» EXTRAS «

Deadly Sin: Pride

Virtue: Kindness

Celtic animal sign: Fox

Chinese zodiac sign: Horse

Zodiac flower sign: Honeysuckle

Native American Zodiac Sign: Falcon

Zodiac gemstones: Diamond, Amethyst,  Emerald

Theme song: Just hold on (Steve Aoki)

Song that would like to play at their funeral: Good life

Song that is likely to be found on their music library: It’s My Life