#almostchosen

[findslight]

       Rhea   gives   a   little   smile.   She's   not   sure   how   she   started   this   with   Neville,   or   when,   honestly,   but   she   was   liking   it.   He   was   new   to   her,   a   different   kind   of   person   than   she's   used   to.   Since   she   started   teaching   at   Hogwarts   as   a   Professor   in   elemental   magic,   she'd   been   slow   to   meet   other   professors.   ❝   Good   morning   handsome...   we've   got   about   twenty   minutes   until   our   classes   start.   ❞   

          @almostchosen​         /         “Mmm, good morning to you too.” Rhea

[melnchly-a]

@almostchosen​ said: “Isn’t this puppy adorable?” to HANNAH!

             “he is, and so is this one.” she says, giggling as she tries to keep the puppy from scrambling out of her lap. sitting cross-legged in the grass, warm in the sunlight, with neville right beside her, it’s the most at peace she’s felt in ages. since well before the war, at least. and though the puppies had been a surprise they’re a pleasant one. “i can’t believe you brought both of them home,” she says, leaning against his shoulder as she reaches out to scratch behind the ear of the puppy he’s holding. she kisses his cheek before returning her attention to the puppy in her lap, who she promptly lifts up and sets in the grass to let him roam. “i’m happy you did, though. they’re perfect.” 

REBECCA PT 1 : ACCEPTING

[twrflwrarch]

@almostchosen​.      “were you crying?” COMFORTING SENTENCE STARTERS.     accepting!

“NO...!”     she  lies,  sniffling.  it  is  a  trained  response,  and  one  difficult  to  break  out  of.  mother  always  scolded  her  for  crying.  besides,  if  she  were  to  say  yes,  neville  would  ask  her  what  she  was  crying  about,  and  she  couldn’t  answer  that.     “i  just...  have  a  cold!  i’m  sorry  if  my  sniffling  was  bothering  you...  i’ll  try  to  be  quieter.”

[reginavere-arch]

I think my favorite thing about your portrayal of Guin is the fact that you don't and won't sugarcoat her or her actions, you're completely fine with her being "unlikeable" and I think that something not a lot of people can pull off, especially on Tumblr. And you're stuck with me so I'm always "Staying" no matter what.

LISTEN is it really “stuck” if i wouldn’t have it any other way??? asdfg anyway! thank you so! much! i love this! i’ve always thought of guinevere as someone who can be either loved or hated, sometimes both at once, and it all depending on the person (either mun or muse) so i’m really really happy you like that aspect of my portrayal so much!!

what about my portrayal attracted you to my blog? if you would like to be more specific – what made you stay? (ACCEPTING)

[suspectedalways]

Your Draco??? Truly beautiful and given the fleshing out he deserves. Jkr could NEVER

🥺 you're damn right, jkr could never. She will never have him back in her slimey little grasp. Draco is mine now and I've adopted him. Thanks for ??? Supporting my chaotic son 🙃

[unastoried]

@almostchosen​ said: You’re lonely too.

loneliness  has  been  a  truth  she  does  not  wish  to  face. to  have  it  placed  before  her,  clear  as  day,  raises  up  hackles.  makes  her  want  to  hiss  and  spit  like  a  cat  with  ruffled  fur,  she  does  not  want  this.  she  does  not  want  to  think  about  it. her  hands  tighten  briefly  on  the  book  she  had  been  holding, rearranging  the  shelves  in  her  office  by  order  of  time  period  rather  than  author,  but  when  she  slides  the  book  home  it  is  done quietly,  composed.  her  fingers  loosen,  and  she  does  not  hiss.  she  barely  even  blinks.  nor  does  she  look  back,  chooses  instead  to  turn  to  the  next  book  held  in  the  crook  of  her  arm,  hazel  eyes  scanning  the  titles  on  spines  before  her. “no,”  she  says,  the  low  melody  of  her  voice  just  loud  enough  to  be  heard. “alone,  perhaps.  but  they  aren’t  the  same.”  she  had  been  lonely  before,  there  had  been  times  during  hogwarts  where  she  had  been  so  lonely  she  wished  to  swim  away  through  the  windows,  through  the  lake,  and  away,  but....now?  now  she  does  not  know  what  she  is,  not  truly. “loneliness  is  all  in  the  mind, neville.”  she  does  turn,  now,  just  her  her  head,  peering  over  her  shoulder  with  the  smallest  of  smiles. “one  can  always think themselves  out  of  it.” 

[threebiirds]

       𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭    𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬   against her chest. she can feel her blood course through her veins, feeling her skin become clammy. it doesn’t help that the corridor is dimly lit with a flickering light flashing on & off intermittently. fingers are curled into a fist as she heightens her stance, only to let a sigh of relief out of her mouth. she hastily whispers, 

‘   --- what are you doing ?  ‘      

   ‘  nevermind that -- did anyone   FOLLOW   you  ?  ‘

@almostchosen​

[madeliar]

          “ i’ve never met anyone quite like you. ”

       there's   a   grin   on   her   face   as   she's   been   looking   out   at   the   fields.   fields   that   she   hasn't   seen   in   so   long.   she   can   remember   being   here   with   the   girls.   days   when   their   issues   were   a   little   bit   bigger   than   they   were   now-a-days.   but   their   friendship   had   been   just   as   large.   she   even   can   see   out   to   hagrid's   hut.   she   hasn't   even   realized   that   she's   grinning   so   much   until   neville   speaks.   ❝   i   just...   i   haven't   been   here   in   so   long.   i   didn't   know   i'd   miss   it   this   much.   ❞

            (      @almostchosen​      )

[undeciided]

➳ Lavender

@almostchosen wants a random kiss meme 9. A kiss while hugging from behind 

She didn’t expect to find herself making breakfast for the man who had become her friends with benefits. But they had done this far too many times for her to feel embarrassed by wanting a normal morning conversation. It didn’t have to mean anything, did it? Lavender was simply doing something nice for someone who had been nice to her.

Her focus was on keeping herself from burning anything. So much so that she didn’t feel him walking in until he was wrapping his arms around her. She jumped lightly and let out a laugh at her own startled reaction. Tilting her chin, she puckered her lips, calling for a short kiss.

          ❝ I hope you like scrambled eggs. ❞

[diiavola-archived]

     HEAD  POKES  OUT  OF  HER  OFFICE  WHEN  SHE  HEARS  HER  CLASSROOM  DOOR  OPEN,   knowing  it  would  be  Neville  coming  to  see  her  after  a  long  day   &   a  happy  smile  appears  on  her  features  AT  THE  SIGHT  OF  HIM.   with  a  flick  of  her  wrist,   the  rest  of  her  things  are  packed  in  her  bag  before  it  landed  in  her  hand.   she  meets  him  at  the  bottom  of  the  stairs,   placing  a  SWEET  KISS  to  the  corner  of  his  mouth   &   brushes  a  few  strands  of  hair  from  his  face.   ❝   i  feel  like  i  haven’t  seen  you  all  week.  ❞    there’s  a  SOFT  POUT  on  bright  red  lips,   hand  drifting  down  his  arm  to  slip  her  fingers  between  his.   ❝   STAY  WITH  ME  this  weekend . . . Hogwarts  can  survive  without  you  for  a  couple  days  like  i  had  to.  ❞    teasing  him,   Ravenna  begins  to  walk  towards  the  fireplace  in  anticipation  of  using  the  floo  network  to  get  to  her  apartment  flat  in  London.   ❝   i  promise  homemade  food  for  EVERY  MEAL.   ❞

@almostchosen  gets  a  shippy  starter

[hiddensteel]

@almostchosen  said             ❝ i’m a mess of contradictions. ❞

        ❝  aren’t we all? ❞        she tilted her head, smiling softly. they were sitting in the common room, a fire burning in the fireplace. a few of their peers were also in the room, but too far a way for neville to have been addressing any of them, which had been her first thought. WHY would he say what sounded personal to her? but then she’d felt him staring at her, clearly w a i t i n g for her response. she gave a small shrug.          ❝  i mean, characters in stories are full of contradictions; it’s what makes them COMPLEX and interesting. ❞

bloom sentence starters   |   accepting !

[melnchly-a]

@almostchosen​ sent: 📂 📂 📂 📂 📂

📂 hannah learned how to make jam/preserves/etc with her aunt while visiting over the summers, and she loves doing it. 

📂 while not a terrific cook at first, hannah was always very good at baking and breakfasts. the rest comes with practice/experience as she starts managing/running the leaky cauldron

📂 there is no competition between the leaky cauldron and the three broomsticks - the locations are too different, for one thing. rosmerta absolutely helped hannah out throughout the years, especially when she first took over the leaky cauldron, and they become good friends.

📂 hannah doesn’t like bitter foods, and can’t even drink tea without milk and some sort of sweetener

📂 she always smells of honey, vanilla, and something lightly floral that comes from her soap/shampoo

Send “📂“ for a random yet completely useless headcanon I have (ACCEPTING)

[mayhemxmugglesxmagic]

Draco Malfoy + Core Aesthetic 

RULES: look up “ name + core aesthetic ” on pinterest and choose 9 images for a moodboard.

tagged by stolen from: @daphngreengrss  tagging: @tnott @aparecium-muses @killedbyvoldemort @lionveincd @almostchosen @pureblooded

[redemptioninterlude]

@almostchosen​ - neville !

She doesn’t really know how it started - letters sent, to and fro, from the future, to the past, from the past, to the future. HOW FAR OR HOW LONG she can’t say, and wouldn’t take a hazard to - it’s against the rules, you see, and things involving time and magic always get a little bit complicated. But what she knows is that she’s talking to a boy... a boy named Neville, who seemed neither too confident, nor too quiet, who was finding his own and that he was a student at Hogwarts, as she was, though within Gryffindor, which to her, meant that he was likely due for great things in life.

Another note is sealed, carefully from her side, her trademark script all too neat, she only signs with a first name, and that’s it... another rule. Quietly slipping it into place, for him to find.

Dear Neville,

It’s been a bit of a crazy time here - I’m sorry I haven’t written lately. I’m about to graduate, you see - and because of that, there’s so many things that I feel are unanswered. I wonder, too, if I’ll be able to write to you once I’ve left school. Will it all work from my soon-to-be London apartment? Maybe we can write more about our lives or not, I’m not sure, or will it be Redacted like so many other things that we send, back and forth. Isn’t it mad? The curious girl in me wants to know everything, but the sensible part wins out, because, ultimately everything relates, doesn’t it? Even this, us. We’re making a history. It’s kind of poetic, don’t you think?

Anyways. Please tell me you’ve been well.

- xoxo Marlene

- @almostchosen​ gets a wishlist stater ( accepting ) - x

[rubiesintherough]

(( @almostchosen​ sent --- "I GOT TWO FREE TACOS"  Page ))

    “ TACOS? “     The medium perked right up at that. If there was one thing that could drag her away from the cries and pleading of the deceased for justice she could help provide... it was the promise of a snack break. Especially when that snack break involved tacos.    “ Any, uhhhh.... any chance you might be willing to part with one of those two, pal? “

[unastoried]

📂📂📂📂📂

Send “📂“ for a random yet completely useless headcanon I have : ACCEPTING

astoria is a night-owl by nature, made worse by chronic insomnia. she’s often awake late into the night, regardless of what time she needs to wake up in the morning. 

there is an almost perfectly circular birthmark the size of a small coin on the back of her neck. it’s usually completely covered by her hair, but she isn’t at all self-conscious about it. 

very curious and knowledge-hungry by nature. the hat seriously considered ravenclaw  for about a moment before it settled on slytherin. 

writes poetry, though she has never shown it to another soul. 

can play the piano and the harp.