#fierychaser

[padmatical]

+ @fierychaser

“You’re too close,” she whispers. You’re too close, too close, too close! “My story…it’s not done yet. I-If you want to read it, I’d be happy to give it to you afterwards but for now…” A swallow. “...could you please back away for a bit? I---I can barely hear myself think. And I really do need to finish this. It’s been...I’ve got it lyin’ around for ages now, I just---”  

[carrowbeater-archive-blog]

‘  MY  LOVE  FOR  YOUR   pygmy  puff  holds  no  bounds.  ’

     starter                     //                    fierychaser

[sourcecfmagic-blog]

❛ –––––– GINNY. ❜

“Ginny?” Charlie’s voice was hesitant, and uncharacteristically FEARFUL. He may live far away from his family, but that didn’t mean he was ignorant to the fact that something had happened to his sister during her first year at Hogwarts — something that none of his family, even Ron with his famously BIG MOUTH, seemed willing to discuss. “Are you well? You seem... far away. Again.” Such pensive moods did not suit his cheerful and lively sister. “D’you want to talk about it? You know you can tell me anything, right? Even if it’s, er — girly problems.”

@fierychaser.

[mortesurrexit]

          he’d arrived home on time and made his way upstairs to his bedroom to check on the ever-growing pain in his side. the rest of his body was sore after being thrown around a few times during a chase, but he’d landed hard the last time and moving has been painful since. harry just manages to take in the giant, darkening bruise running the length of his left side when ginny appears in the doorway, and he yanks his sweater back down, hoping she hadn’t seen it. “hey,” he greets. “how was practice?” he could’ve sworn she wasn’t supposed to be home for another hour. // @fierychaser

[goldenhumour-blog]

❝   OI,   ❞   he looks at the spot across the hall where his sister had previously been standing. A chest puffs out instinctively like a territorial bird.

          ❝      Who was that? That bloke who was with you, who was that?     ❞

♕ ( starter    /     @fierychaser​ )

[eunoiial-blog]

@fierychaser

whilst she is loathe to break her cover, her dark head pops over the side of the table when a flash of scarlet hair captures her attention.   ❛ ginny! ❜   luna gestures with a swift movement of her wrist, gaze twinkling with warm mischeif,   ❛ come down here! ❜

[magicalenough]

          ‘   it’s  TOO  BAD  you’re on the team now.   ’   they stumble over their words as they realize how that sounds.   ‘   it’s just  —  i’m happy for you   —  i only mean 'cause i can’t sit with you at the games anymore,  you  know.   ’        //        @fierychaser

[masterofdeath]

fierychaser replied to your post: me: so glad i got that dursley post out of my...

those little lines that are thrown in there like that hurt me every time i read them i s2g

SAME! harry is so pleasantly surprised when people treat him well it makes me want 2 die

[unchcsen-blog]

@fierychaser,

 “ it’ll be another FIFTEEN POINTS if you don’t SHUT UP, weasley. ”

his smirk seems almost permanent these days. 

[viperborn-blog]

“ ---- i’m a little offended that you seem to think it’s alright to breathe the same air as me.” 

                                                      @fierychaser // starter call

[defiantcharms]

             “Ignore those who say Potters have a type, dear. Red hair aside, we’re nothing alike.”

@fierychaser  | starter call

[mortesurrexit]

random cuteness for @fierychaser

They’d only graduated a few weeks ago and already he’d started his job. Kingsley had visited him at Grimmuald Place, both socially and for business, to finalize the arrangements for the auror position and he’d had his first day almost immediately. That night he ended up staying at work late, filling out paperwork after successfully tracking down a Death Eater that afternoon--they’re still rounding them up==and it was nearly one in the morning by the time he got home. The house is quiet with all of its inhabitants in bed. Even Kreacher seems to be tucked in for the night so he tries to be quiet as he makes his way upstairs to his bedroom.

Harry enters to find Ginny fast asleep and he moves about the room, getting ready for bed while making as little noise as possible. The auror pulls on his pajamas, ducks into the bathroom to brush his teeth, and then slides right into bed beside her. They’d originally had separate bedrooms, but the first night Ginny ended up joining him in his and they kept it that way. He pulls the blankets over himself and wraps his arm around her waist, pressing a kiss to the back of her neck as he gets comfortable. She ends up stirring and he presses another kiss to the same spot. “Sorry,” he whispers. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

[wingardiumlcviosa-blog]

“Are you all right? You seem a bit--distracted lately. I know first year is a lot to get used to, but it’s nothing you can’t handle. I can help you study, if you like.” Hermione was, after all, a highly experienced second year now, not to mention she’d told Mrs. Weasley she’d look out for Ginny, and she had to live up to her word. 

Things around the castle had been getting more and more dangerous as of late, so she supposed Ginny could simply be worried about all of that. It was a scary situation, after all, but she, Ron, and Harry were hard at work trying to solve things. The Polyjuice Potion wouldn’t be ready for a while - not that she could let Ginny in on any of that - but when it was, they’d be at least one step closer to uncovering Slytherin’s heir.  ( @fierychaser )

[ofmagicblood-blog]

           how do you break an optimist’s spirit? subtract family. subtract friends. add five months of torture. multiply by the weeks between her rescue and the moment she stands on hogwarts grounds stained with blood. divide by the distance she imposes between herself and the ones who care about her once the funerals are done. the product? a broken optimist.

          how can you tell when the optimist in question is lying? she’s smiling. it never quite reaches her eyes, but she smiles anyways. luna has learned what’s expected of her by her increasingly distant friends and the fragile man who wears her father’s skin, to continue to be the bright and bubbly girl who wore dirigible plum earings and tucks her wand so precariously behind her ear while chasing after creatures that might or might not exist. they don’t realize that luna died silently in the darkness of malfoy manor.

          watch her eyes light up, that familiar smile grow on her face when she runs into the girl she used to know. acts like she hasn’t been avoiding her (no more so than she’s been avoiding everyone since the battle of hogwarts) and swallows down an urge in the pit of her stomach that tells her to walk the other way simply because she doesn’t feel like pretending to be okay today.

                    ❝ ginny--- it’s been a while, hasn’t it? how have you been? ❞

@fierychaser // sc.

[masterofdeath]

RON AND HERMIONE LEAVE.      They re-join the celebration, the grieving, beginnings of the rebuild of this world now vanquished of a certain evil. The conquerer remains, feeling not so much like a savior at all. His hands are free now of the bereaved and wandering back down to be once more smothered with what feels to be misplaced adulation does not seem favorable. Not even his thoughts bother him now, not with this exhaustion taking hold. Unable to pull himself to a chair, he sits with his back pressed against the desk that had been shared by many great men. 

AS HOLLOW AS HE FEELS,      as muted as the world around him seems, there is something loud in the flash of red hair he catches from the corner of his eye. Even with what feels to be a sudden rush of energy, he can’t bring himself to stand, his body will not allow it. Ginny’s presence allows his eyes to focus, his mind follows shortly after. There is no urgency in his explanation behind not immediately grabbing her attention in the Great Hall, but a year’s worth of missing her floods his voice,      ❝      You were with your mum.     ❞      |     post battle starter call  /  @fierychaser

[magikmade-blog]

                          ❝   hey !   wait  up !   ❞   she  saw  a  glimpse,   hair  red  as  a   FLAME   floating  round  the  corner.   gentle  tone ;    SWEET   smile  that  seemed  to  clash  violently  with  the   EMERALD   green  emblem  embossed  upon  her  chest.   ❝   are  you  going  to  the  library ?   ❞

@fierychaser   |  ❤’d  !!