#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

[fantasticbaker]

fierychaser replied to your post: Hottest styles, every shoe, every color, Yeah,...

kayla why

i think the better question is why not

[unchcsen-blog]

@fierychaser,

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

his smirk seems almost permanent these days. 

[stagstruck-blog]

    —    “listen,  gin.  it’s been a while,  i know,  and,  while i’m sure we’ve got many important things to discuss  -  i can’t bring myself to read the prophet,  and i’ve been deprived   -  i need an update on quidditch.  it’s been so long.”  the pathetic look on his face almost makes one forget that his exile is self-inflicted.  @fierychaser.

[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 )

[mioneiisms-blog]

@fierychaser like  T H I S  for a starter

          �� i don’t understand. ❞

     It was rare for those words to leave her mouth. Hermione had covered almost every single piece of reading material in the library and excelled in most of her classes. Knowledge meant the world to her. But this–– she just didn’t get.

     Across from where they sat in the courtyard, a swarm of girls were surrounding the one and only Cormac McLaggen, all listening in awe as he boasted about himself. She could feel his vanity miles away.

               ❝ i feel like i’m losing brain cells just watching this debacle. ❞