#gretascatchlove

[lbfrank]

where: three broomsticks who: @gretascatchlove

It'd been an easy day, mostly paperwork and then a short visit to a lady in Hogsmeade, she'd reported an issue with Death Eaters but there wasn't much she could actually say about it. Taking note about it, Frank thought the information could help the Order more than it would interest the Ministry, so he decided to take a break and go for a glass of butterbeer before heading back home. He took a seat by the bar, scribbling on his parchment when he noticed the witch taking the seat beside him. "Greta, hey." He greeted her, gesturing for the barmaid to come over. "What brings you here?"

[mkmarlene]

where: The Magic Neep, Hogsmeade. who: @gretascatchlove

She had never been one to enjoy cooking, rather solving things with a bit of magic. However, since the rest of the Mckinnons had perished, Marlene had tried to be more present for her older brother-- it was just them now. The blonde had promised to make dinner for them that night, which was how she found herself out to get some groceries. "Greta?" She wondered as she turned on a corner and spotted the witch, which she recognised as one of her classmates back at Hogwarts. "It's so good to see you, you look wonderful."

[ofxsorcery]

"I am very sure. Not everyone does like it as much as you do," Ros knew she was probably shattering the other woman's world right now, judging on her reaction to Ros' news. But honesty never was a bad thing.

"You don't like cheese?" She frowned, her tone clearly confused. How could she say she didn't like cheese? Everyone liked cheese? "Are you sure?"

[xremus-lupinx]

where: madam puddifoot's. who: greta catchlove; @gretascatchlove.

To say that Remus was nervous about this date was an understatement. There were many reasons to be. He hadn't been on a date in six months. He was still attached to Aurora. The last time they saw each other they had kissed but, perhaps more importantly, it was his fault that she ended up at St. Mungo's. Remus wasn't sure it was a good idea to go on the date but deep down knew he had to try to move on. Aurora appeared to have. Maybe. Maybe he could appear to have moved on. Maybe he would see something good in Greta besides being just a friend. -- there were a lot of maybes riding on this date. His stomach was one giant lump. But it was to be. There he went.

Crossing the busy evening streets down Diagon Alley, Remus found Madam Puddifoot's. The place was out of his comfort zone. It was all frills and bows but there was something quaint about it. He asked for a table outside. He sat down, waiting for Greta to arrive. The lump in his stomach grew into his chest. He saw her. She looked amazing. He was surprised to see her dressed the way she was.

This is it, he said to himself.

"Greta!" he called, pulling her seat out for her.

[alaraselwyn]

where: her flat above the bakery who: @gretascatchlove

Alara had slipped out of bed, leaving a sleeping Evan behind and throwing some clothes on. She quietly stepped out of her room, shutting the door behind her, and made her way into the kitchen where she found Greta. A faint smile lingered on her lips, hoping that they were not too loud last night, going to reach for a mug from the cupboard, her hand, with her want, waving over the coffee pot.

"Morning," everything still felt raw to her, trying to digest it all.

[sophia-tuttle]

Lumosstarter Location: Sophia's Place For: @gretascatchlove

Sophia been friends with Greta for a while nice, the pair had been introduced by Alara and instantly they had boned. She had become one of Sophia's most trust friends. For year, Sophia had sung in the comfort of her own home, and at bars with friends. She had a voice, yet had done nothing with it.

Greta had joined a band, and after some convincing she got Sophia to audition and had got a place singing. It was new for her, nerve wracking in some way's - yet Sophia knew she needed to do more, to get herself out more.

Sophia had invited Greta over, just simply wanting to see her friend and also go over and questions she may have.

The girls sat in the comfy of Sophia's living room, a selection of snacks sat upon the coffee table, and of course the free flowing wine.

"I still can't believe that we actually go into a band, well I can that you got it, you have an insane amount of talent. I just need you to tell me again, what exactly the next steps are. Just so I know, you know me, sometimes things go in one ear and out the other."

[fcrox]

Bea glanced at her for a moment before she gave a shrug, smiling as she began to move away from the bar. "Of course you are. It isn't as though you're trying to grow cheese in there, is it?" The witch recalled the many cheese mentions she'd heard in the past regarding the other witch, finding some joy in the idea of a cheese overload. While Ros may not have liked the idea within the Three Broomsticks, the idea that it may be a possibility elsewhere was enough to bring forth an amused snort of a laugh.

"It's Frank's birthday. You may not need alcohol but I'm damn sure I'll get told off if I server water outside of emergencies. And besides, I'm pretty sure we still had a couple of crates of the caramel stuff back there." Beatrice was already making her way to the back. - @gretascatchlove

"Oh am I really allowed to come to the back with you?" Her eyes widened in excitement, years upon years of wondering what the backroom of the three broomsticks looked like. It was something others might have never considered, but Greta was very curious in her nature, so she couldn't help it. "If you don't have the caramel butterbeer it's fine, really. I don't want to make any trouble. I'm good with any butterbeer you bring. Or firwhiskey. Or water."

[allabbottme]

where : greta catchlove's apartment

who : @gretascatchlove

Sun peeking in through the blinds, placing a spotlight on a very unwilling Anthony Abbott. From the moment he began to stir, his head began to pound. An unwelcome visitor after a particularly fun night celebrating his friend, Frank's birthday.

Completely unaware of where he was, but he knew that the fluffy pillow and sofa beneath him was exceptionally comfortable. Tentatively moving to a sitting position. Anthony's hands went to his head, rubbing at his eyes. Hearing movement from a nearby room, he called out to Greta.

"How much did I embarrass myself? On a scale from one to never showing my face again."

[edgarebones]

where: streets of diagon alley who: @gretascatchlove

Edgar had order business to handle, wishing to grab a few boxes of sweets from Little Tart before apparting to where they would meet. There was too much activity happening with the appearance of more Death Eaters, that he felt there was a greater need for them to be on the alert. About to step into the shop, a witch saunters by, a loose paper coming from her pile.

"You dropped this," he calls out, reaching down to pick it up, noticing a recipe for a cheese dish, Gouda bread.

[lumosfm]

𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙑𝙄𝙏𝙔 𝘾𝙃𝙀𝘾𝙆 

The following have not posted in character for five or more days and therefore have 48 hours to resume activity or get in touch with the admin to avoid having their roles reopened:

Bellona Antigone @diagonalleymagimenagerie

Cressida McLaggen / Rosmerta Abbott @ofxsorcery

Greta Catchlove @gretascatchlove

Jeffery Thompson @notjeffthompson

Valeria Flint @valeria-flint

The following characters have now come to the end of their hiatus and should now resume activity:

Andromeda Tonks @tonksxandromeda

Apolline Beausejour @apollinebeausejour

Edgar Bones @edgarebones

Eliana Mulciber @elianaxmulciber

Etienne Delacour @etiennexdelacour

Lily Evans @lilyxjxevans

Lucius Malfoy @luciusmalfoyx

Mira Selwyn @miraxselwyn

Pandora Nott @pandoraxnott

Regulus Black @battle-scvrs

Remus Lupin @xremus-lupinx

Tiberius McLaggen @tiberiusxmclaggen

Thorfinn Rowle @thorfinnrowlex

[xmaddyscamanderx]

“I do have better company now,” Madhuri smiled at the lively brunette. There was something about her that was mesmerizing. Her smile was contagious — something Madhuri made sure hers was as well. And her eyes were gorgeous. She definitely had better company. "You sure do have a prettier face than the witch I was supposed to be meeting. A fact of which I'm not going to complain." She flipped her hair.

Madhuri's lips turned up at Greta's statement. "I hope you don't stay alone. You won't if I have anything to say about it. That is if someone else doesn't catch your eye," she said looking directly at Greta with a smirk on her face.

"Well forget about them, you've got some better company now." Greta decided with a smile, trying to cheer up the other witch. She prided herself on being good company and always bringing the mood up wherever she was. Or at least that's what she tried to do. It didn't always work. This time however, it seemed that it did. "Who says I'll stay alone? I don't plan on leaving by myself tonight. I'll see who catches my eye."

[heartofbone-blog]

greta catchlove | send ☮ for a picspam relating to your muse.

“i am a tiny person with only two hands. i am trying to love the world around decades of war and skittish heartbeats.”

[studmore-blog]

FMK :: Amelia, Alice, Greta

I, uh, well this is uncomfortable to answer. The first thing that comes to mind though is that I would marry Greta. She already takes care of me, so why not? She also makes some great things to eat which is a definite plus. Uhm.. I think that I would kill kiss Alice. I don’t know her that well, so it would be kind of awkward to say the least to have sex with her. Uhm so, I guess that that leaves Amelia for the last one.

[gasxlinefleur]

ALL THE SYMBOLS ( except the triangle ) PLS K THX :*

♠ for what my character thinks of yours in three words

helen of porcelain;; tragic, more g o l d e n than she seems, sheltered

♤ for what I think of YOU in three words

QUEEN OF EVERYTHING( bonus: SUNSHINE, INCREDIBLE, BADASS )

❖ for my character’s personal thoughts about yours

It's a known fact that Gladys over-analyses everything. Not only does she enjoy getting to understand what drives people, but she also uses this as a safety precaution, one that matches her somewhat paranoid outlook. That being said, she didn't have much trouble understanding Greta once they've properly interacted and spent nights talking about everything and nothing, so she has a relatively clear perception of who the blonde is. She's a true badger, unafraid of toil, kind to a fault, always putting other's needs before her own. She's naive, a sheltered child who spent her days in paradise that didn't prepare her for world's cruelty, a princess that refuses to step out of a fairytale she created in a dream. Although this is much less useful, Gladys over-analyses herself as well. She knows her own faults and strengths by heart, observes them more carefully with every passing day, and she knows what Greta is to her. She doesn't love her, no --- love comes after time, and there are so very few she can love at this point in life. She's doesn't love her, but Gladys is painfully aware that Greta inspires the same kind of loyalty within her as Davey does --- the relentless, protective one, one that is most definitely a weakness if she keeps the upcoming war in mind. The easiest way to prevent heartbreak ( with every glance she rests upon the blonde, she knows, sees her own mother & shivers at the thought of a heart like that living in such cruel times ) would be to confront the girl, violently attempt to open her eyes and demand her to open her eyes. However, she's also aware of how different people are & knows this approach would never work on Greta, wouldn't be met with anything but a sad smile and promises such as I'm fine, it's okay, and there's no point in that. So, instead, she chooses to be diplomatic, allow Greta to show her what it's like to dream again while she shows the girl how important is see the world and people for what they are, as well as accept that love doesn't have to be heartbreaking to be real.

♣ for my characters thoughts during any general conversation between your and my character

It's only a matter of time, isn't it? Nothing good remains after a war, and she's about the best of people. It's going to swallow her and there's nothing I can do. Why are you so naive, Greta? It must be a upbringing thing --- she only saw good so she recognises nothing else. Is hope good or bad? Can we truly blame someone for simply believing? Is hope more dangerous than loyalty? Than honour? It doesn't matter, because she will die. She has to grow up, and soon. Not stop believing but --- learn how to balance it out with caution. She burns so bright, like Elinor. They both have to learn to be more careful, know when to burn and when to step back. Why is this happening? Nothing is ever fair.

♧ for my character’s reaction if your character were to express romantic interest in my character

At this very moment, such thing would provoke a polite appreciation and a step back from her. From Gladys' point of view, Greta loves too easily, gives too much of herself to everyone --- she's in love with what she thinks love is and Gladys might be sensitive to other people's feelings and kind, but her perception of emotions and attachment is very different. For Gladys, love is anchoring each other, closeness and trust --- Greta doesn't want protection and warmth, she wants tragedy and flames, thus they couldn't work & Gladys would end up being another Edgar even if she managed to get past her commitment issues. Not to mention, in her opinion Greta needs someone who's free and basking in sunlight as she is, and that's not who Gladys is. To put it short and simple --- she'd think Greta got ahead of herself and managed to convince herself that affection is love when it isn't.

♙ for what my character originally thought your character’s name was before learning their actual name, & why

She's between two boys when Gladys first sees her, all three of them emblems of gold and black and so far away from where she stands, eleven-year-old and stern as professor Slughorn explains what Potions are about ( of course, Gladys already prepared herself for each class, read through most textbooks, so her attention wanders ). Their light hurts her eyes, one boy so smiling that she can't help but think he'll be crying on the Quidditch pitch soon enough and the other pompous in a way that irks her instantly. They are hard to look at without flinching and feeling envy gather behind her heart --- too bright, just kids where she's an adult. But the girl, though, the girl breaks her heart the most, hazel eyes noticing how she gives a kind smile to each, guides them to their respective cauldrons, helps them with their ingredients. WENDY, she thinks. Mother. She must be one, and Gwendolyn means fair & blessed anyway. It doesn't take long for her to advert her eyes, regretting she looked in the first place.

♖ for a hastily written ‘good-bye’ letter from my character to yours

Dearest,It's getting worse and if past years were a purgatory, this is pure hell. Please, if you can, get away from it all. You have no place in England now, go to Sweden and just---don't get involved. He won't be able to protect you and I can barely protect anyone at this point --- please, please, please, just go away until it ends. The moment it ends, I'll come for you. Please.Love, G

♔ for a word that I think sums up our character’s relationship

GROWTH ;; the act or process, or a manner of development; gradual increase--- because they're yet to learn from each other and help one another grow up

⊗ for my thoughts OOC on your character

Okay, you know as well as I do that nothing I write here can match up to meta we continue to send each other on day basis, but let me be blunt and direct --- BRILLIANT WRITING + THOUGHTFUL CHARACTERISATION = I LOVE HER. It is a known fact that you were an idol for smol Lena that was so very smol in this big world of role-playing, but we know each other now ( eek, thank god at least one of us was brave enough to approach the other ) so I have a clearer understanding just how much thought you put into your characters and how complex they are. That being said, Greta's a special one for me because she has unexpected depth to her and she, in my perhaps subjective opinion, puts to shame all other 'rose-tinted glasses' characters I've encountered. As I told you, I've played one ( ironically, a Gladys that was 360° different than this one ) but I didn't do this good of a job. Your Greta is so tangibly real, so very flawed ( again, you already know flaws are my favourite part of each character 5eva ) that I can't help but see her as a real person rather than a character. She relates to every teenager who dreamt of star-crossed romance ( I've been told it's a common thing, haha ), she just wants to be loved and liked by everyone ( say what everyone may, but all of us tried to be perfect for others at some point and in one or another way ) and she is the perfect example of how good, altruistic people often get mediocre love. You know, love of gratitude, love that's basically fake as people who try to be perfect for others are often loved for the concept they represent. She's selfish, she's self-conscious, she chooses to ignore what she doesn't see --- and yet rare are those who see this. But, let me dwelve into philosophy for a second. Writing, in my opinion, is a way of teaching. Seeing new perspectives, learning new facts about life and the way world works. Greta, for me, represents the truth most cynical and judgemental people can't see. Yes, she needs to grow up. Yes, she's naive and selfish and childish. But, she reminds us not to loose track of optimism because there's basically no point in life unless you hope and hope is only thing that's stronger than cruelty of everything. She teaches us that we have to grow up in order to survive, but that doesn't mean we need to kill innocence of a child we once were and !! that's !! so !! IMPORTANT!! Okay, I'm done. *Lena out*

[xmollyweasleyx]

Molly smiled at the comment about her children. She was happy when people enjoyed them as opposed to seeing them as a burden because in no way were they. They could be a handful but were worth it. Her children would always be worth it. And they would always be her number one priority. "Being adorable does help cancel it out. They're lucky they got my bright red hair," she laughed. "It makes them that much more cute. But it also shows that they're wild children. I should know. My red hair always gave away that I was a wild child. Do you have any children?" she asked curiously. The witch looked young, but Molly was only twenty when she had Bill.

"What sweets does she specialize in? I'm assuming a variety but there must be something she loves more than the others. That's how it usually goes in the job world. At least that's what I hear. I'm glad to hear you have such a great friend. Friends make this world such a beautiful place," she gave a soft smile.

"I would love the address. It's good to support the smaller places." Then Molly realized she hadn't even asked the witch's name. "Where are my manners? We got to talking and I didn't even ask. What's your name? I'm Molly Weasley."

Greta didn't know Molly well, but she'd seen her and the boys in town a few times already and the other woman always had a smile on her face despite having to deal with so many kids running around her. She had nothing but respect for the redhead.

"But they're so adorable so I'm sure that cancels out?" Greta had always wanted kids, but she felt too young t have her own at the moment, besides she didn't even have a boyfriend, so those plans would have to wait for the right gentleman.

"I agree. Sweets are glorious, I can never have enough, especially with those she makes. It is a very good perk to having such a talented best friend." It was in her nature to boast about Alara, she couldn't help it. "It's in Diagon Alley. Let me write down the address for you."

[ofcarrow]

“am i broken?” :*

The question comes unexpected, a quiet whisper compared to the storm raging outside the window. They sit side by side, seeking refuge in the ancient walls ( but never shielded from the true storm ). 

Perhaps everyone was a little bit broken, fractured in one way or another. But he looks at her, delicate features illuminated by the nearby torches and he feels something unnamable & inexplicable whelm inside of him. She was so full of light and love, golden hair like a sacred halo. He was like August violence & starless November nights in contrast, only a dying half-moon in his eyes. 

( Angel and hellhound;; don’t you dare drag her  d o w n and commit such sacrilege. )

                                  “——No, not like the rest of us.”

And he speaks with utter conviction, never one for lies and deceitful games. He wonders: could he ever hold fractured pieces in his destructive hands? He had protected her ( the bonds of childhood were not easily broken ), but perhaps he was never made to fix and mend. 

The rain still falls outside, the sky still lights up with lightning. Unexpectedly, a cat leaps onto their window seat, far from its sleeping owner, curling up in Greta’s lap for a cuddle. He almost tells her I haven’t slept properly in weeks. That nightmares are suffocated best with nicotine stained fingers & raw knuckles. But not a single word leaves his mouth as he offers his jacket to her. Really, he shouldn't burden her.