#curioushearted

[thesecretsofwealth]

[ofshacklebolt-blog]

❝  there’s a new wrinkle on your forehead, old friend.  ❞

natasha, pierre, and the great comet of 1812 starters

From behind his desk, Kingsley peers up at Arthur and tries not to wince. There is a crick in his neck that won’t let up no matter how he stretches. A new wrinkle, indeed. It is another way for looking at the stacks of paperwork and The Prophet on his desk. “It is Frank,” he says. 

He gestures to the wall of news-clippings just behind the door, encompassing the map of the British Isles with green pinpricks of light hovering over what must be at least sixty streets in his movement. It is explanation enough. If Arthur examines the wall of clippings more closely, he will find that half of them concern the events of June 8th. Following the hostage situation, a chasm had opened at headquarters whose presence is not betrayed by the absence of Dorcas’s desk, but by the sudden lack of things to say. Since then, days have passed more quickly. A frenetic energy has seeped into them all. It feels thin -- stretched, as if waiting for something to break. 

And Frank. 

They had a joke, once, in the poor taste that only the very young can manage, that Kingsley will grow old first, Arthur will marry last, and that Frank will die young. It had been forgotten over the years. But now, Kingsley finds himself turning the old words over and over in his mind, as if repetition is enough to smooth the way it catches at his lungs. “You should speak with him.”

[romanmulciber]

bronze, white!

send bronze for a list of plot ideas (i.e a wishlist) the mun would like to play out with our muses. 

while on his way to a date, roman’s shoes are ruined courtesy of charlie weasley. it’s only right that his father pay for the damage, right?

in ambush attack gone wrong, arthur is corned by a pack of wolves, controlled by roman. in exchange for information on the order, roman’ll spare his life. 

somehow, roman had the unfortunate luck of being stuck with arthur weasley at a work function. chaos ensues so they end up being responsible for taking care of a diplomat’s daughter who had too much to drink.

things get personal when arthur found out the role roman played on the attack with mary. 

send white for my muse to show their light side, through whatever means the mun chooses.

it was rare for his great grandmother to visit london, given her preference for the warm italian sun. however, roman naturally slipped into the role of doting grandchild when he received news of her arrival. the mere mention of the matriarch of the mulciber family was enough to demand the utmost respect from her descendants.“excuse me, weasley,” he barked as he shoved past arthur weasley, his arms full of gifts for his great grandmother. stupid owls somehow mixed up orders and delivered everything to his desk at work instead of home. 

[ameliathejust-blog]

yellow, black!

send yellow for some headcanons about our muses.

growing up, she didn’t talk to him much because he was edgar’s friend. as kids, the bones siblings just existed in their own parallel worlds. unless they were playing quidditch, because young amelia bones loved to prove she could play just as well as the boys. 

she respects his curiosity. amelia doesn’t share his interest in muggle things, but she does entertain his theories because it’s a refreshing distraction from everything happening in her head. when she allows herself to take a lunch break, amelia can be found having lunch with arthur and listening to his latest theory.

despite her pureblood upbringing, amelia has no desire to get married any time soon. however, molly & arthur are #goals. she has immense respect for both of them and adores the qudditich team the weasleys are raising. 

her first crush was arthur weasley. it happened the summer before her fourth year when arthur came over to swim at bones manor. there was something different at arthur, she had thought as she carried out the refreshments prepared by her mother. her curiosity quickly faded once she learned about patronus charms from her father. 

send black for my muse to show their dark side, through whatever means the mun chooses.

“it was what he deserved,” amelia commented, reading the front page of daily prophet. now wasn’t time for chivalry, she thought darkly as she read about the execution of a wizard who annihilated an entire village of muggles. she wasn’t one to make rash decisions, having followed the court case since the beginning and studied the evidence. she was raised to know right from wrong and mercy couldn’t exist if justice was to prevail. 

[sleepnoises]

I find it so unfun now to read fantasy books that don't have any respect for material properties. agriculture, fashion, geology, anything. sure there's magic. the magic is whatever. I want true and thoughtful and curioushearted portrayal of the labor that goes into carving human life out of the uncaring world and THEN you can put some magic in the corners

[momweasley-blog]

date: july 5, 1979 time: 8:37 PM location: the burrow status: closed // @curioushearted

delicate fingertips brush against the kitchen’s cabinet in search of a glass to pour herself some water -- but all they can find is dust. molly has been failing lately. as a mother, as a wife and now a housekeeper. luckily she can always count on arthur to help, but sometimes not even that is enough. arthur. emerald eyes focus on the clock for a second as she reads that he is with the order. of course he is. ever since bilius and gideon got caught in the crossfire, arthur has been even more determined to battle voldemort’s forces. molly, on the other hand, has been even more determined to dissociate herself from the order. the pair of young parents have seen happier and easier days, it goes without saying. but it is always a joy for molly when her husband apparates in their living room. in fact, she knows he is about to when the clock moves to show arthur “apparating” -- a soft smile blossoming on the corner of glossy lips. the redhead walks to the living room just in time to see him appear, a weight being lifted off her chest. “welcome home.”

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