#gubraithianphoenix

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@gubraithianphoenix

How did he end up in this position, speaking to this man? Salazar could not remember. One moment he was minding his business assessing potion ingredients, and the next he was being swept up in a deluge of words.

“Ahem,” he coughed in a desperate effort to interrupt, “while I’m sure your Phoenix is a fine specimen, who are you?”

[masterofthelivingforce]

a kiss on the corner of the mouth (eh why not XD)

Spots to kiss

a drunken kiss

The night was pleasant. The fire crackled in the fireplace, Fawkes slept on his perch, his head under his wing, their daemons were play-fighting over a piece of string, and the firewiskey was pleasantly cool as it went down Quinn’s throat.

Definitely a pleasant night. But then again, a night spent in Albus’ company could only ever be pleasant.

Quinn’s head buzzed pleasantly. He knew his tolerance well enough to know that he’d better stop pouring himself firewhiskey if he wanted to keep himself on the ‘nice side’ of tipsy. The magizoologist looked away from the liquor bottle to the young man sitting next to him, who looked similarly inebriated, going by his wide (if a bit unfocused) smile.

“Come on,” Quinn said, getting up and pulling Albus up with him. “Time to go home.” Albus smiled even wider at that, but as soon as he took a step he tripped on his own feet, arms flailing as he tried not to lose his balance.

“Woah, steady there!” Quinn caught him, of course, but that incident made him re-evaluate his friend’s sobriety. “Alright, maybe it’s not a good idea to let you disapparate yourself home.” Too bad Quinn had no idea where Albus lived - they’d always met at Quinn’s, as the young man had never invited him at his place. Oh well.

“I got a guest room, you can stay over,” Quinn offered. “What do you think?”

The magizoologist was still holding Albus’ arm where he’d grabbed him to prevent him from falling flat on his nose. Several different emotions flashed over the younger’s face, too fast for Quinn to be able to read them - but whatever he was thinking of Albus must have come to some sort of decision, for his eyes glinted in mischief. 

Quinn realized that Albus was about to kiss him just half a second before the ginger tipped his head up and closed the distance that still separated them, laying a kiss on the corner of Quinn’s mouth. 

The older wizard went through a short but intense bout of debate with himself - was Albus aiming for a friendly kiss on the cheek and had miscalculated or had he aimed for a more-than-friends kiss on the mouth and had, well, miscalculated?

Well, one easy way to sort that out.

The two were almost of a height, which meant that it was very easy for Quinn to turn his head of just a fraction and kiss Albus square on the mouth. 

Either Albus had meant it as a friendly gesture and would push him away (and Quinn could blame his reaction on the alcohol), or his friend staying for the night could become a common occurrence.

[weaponraised]

gubraithianphoenix replied to your post: watching d*rk phoen*x is like if j*j had made tr*s...

…this sounds simultaneously better and worse and I hate it.

that is exactly how i feel watching it

[tmvoldemort]

gubraithianphoenix replied to your post: 🥀🥀spill the tea 🥀- A ship you would never...

Albus: …I know you’re just finding excuses to be cruel, but I actually agree with your determination about punishing people who touch underage children. Look! Another thing we actually agree on! Now if only you’d stop being evil that’d be swell.

Voldemort: 

[sweetlittlevampire]

gubraithianphoenix hat auf deinen Eintrag geantwortet: I've already played this on instagram, sooo... I...

is it the triwizard cup???????

WE HAVE A WINNER DING DING DING

The thing is currently sitting unceremoniously on my desk, haha. XD I’ll post a proper pic probably on Thursday when I’ll have enough time to shoot it properly.

[muses-of-a-feather]

{ @gubraithianphoenix }

“I’m not tired.” The words were spoken plainly, calmly, numb even, though her face was turned down, away from her eldest brother. She knew that he was only trying to help, but if the nightmare she had woken up from did not frighten her enough, the complete mess of her room did, sending a chill up her spine. That was why she was out of bed, wanting to go out into the fresh air but refraining, instead sitting against the wall in the hall of the Dumbledore home, attempting to calm herself down from her panic when her brother had left his room. She wasn’t sure whether he was simply awake or if she had pulled him from his own slumber, but she did know that thus was the last thing she wanted. She wanted to deal with this alone. 

A trembling hand reaching to wipe away her tears, sniffing, she finally met his gaze, pulling her knees into her chest as though to both ground herself and make a statement that she wasn’t moving. “... I want to stay awake a bit longer. Outside of my bedroom.” Her brother did more than enough for her. The last thing she wanted was for him to see the sight that was her bedroom. “You should go to bed though... It’s late.” Or early, she supposed, but there was worry for her brother, worry that she could not silence, and part of that included not letting him see how upset she was. It was worth a try, though, adding a small, “I’m fine Al. I... I promise.” In attempts to further convince him. 

[thexdarkxheir]

Before the Storm

@gubraithianphoenix liked your post “Fresh Start Starter Call”

It was the first day of classes for Tom and the other first years, and he was already learning that kids here weren’t going to like him much better than the kids at the orphanage. At least, they didn’t seem to yet. However, Tom had never been very social and thus didn’t actually know how to make friends. 

It was with this dejected feeling that he sat in his first Transfiguration class, paying attention but not wholly present. He had yet to make up his mind on how he felt about this professor. After all he had introduced him to this world, but had seemed overly moralistic. Sighing he collected his things much slower than the others. Hoping to put some distance between himself and them. 

[misxnderstccd]

@gubraithianphoenix ;; Continued from here.

Newt frowned at Albus’ commentary. Honestly, he hadn’t been serious, but he was quite frustrated with the situation he found himself in. “I would much prefer to just go back to my life, able to do my own work...” he admitted with a soft sigh. He didn’t know where to go from here. He felt almost at a standstill.

“It’s unfortunate I can’t back away now..” Newt gave a weak smile, “Oh to be a the one posing riddles around bridges....There actually are bridge-dwellers, did you know? Fascinating people...”

[was-wicked]

@gubraithianphoenix continued from x

The woman’s eyes were locked downwards the moment she had finished speaking, her eyes had locked to the ground, serious look on her face. While she was unsure of what he was speaking on, the Lestrange heiress felt uneasy, nervous. 

“But are the things we go through caused by our own actions?” She countered gently, smile small on her face as she looked back up at him. “Our actions are based on our decisions. Hence, does the consequence of such become my-” Leta swallowed, “One’s fault?”

[cleo-j-malfoy-archive]

❛ I can’t help you unless you talk to me. ❜

It had been a full three weeks into the semester before Cleopatra Malfoy finally slipped into a desk at the back of the classroom. No one was overly surprised, the now 15 year old had been missing weeks to months of school from the time she started.

Her father, a severe and influential man, saw no really reason for the girl to have such an extensive education. Women in his mind, should preform as mothers and housewives, providing care and heirs to families. Of course, some practical education was never amiss, which was what prompted him to take her with him on his travels.

A week had passed since her return and her mind had been so distracted by her encounter with one of the worlds most powerful wizards that she had let any and all learning and assignments fall by the wayside, until she found herself meeting Professor Dumbledore on request. 

“Respectfully Sir, I’m not sure I can talk to you.” 

[heroicintention-a]

‘ guys love it when you can show them you’re better than they are at something they love. ’ (idk how this would fit into anything but here have Albus attempt to give Arianna some dating advice lol)

✰  —  —  *  PARKS & RECREATION SENTENCE STARTERS

Ariana frowned at that. “How am I supposed to figure out what someone loves to do...?” she asked softly, looking to her brother and away from the window. Ariana had been in front of it most of the day, peering around the curtains to watch the people in the village.

[calleo-bricriu]

how much of ( insert zodiac ) are you ?

Aries. bonfires, competitiveness, hand veins, loud laughs, messy hair, sneaking out at 2AM, abandoned beaches, stray dogs, candle lights, body language, creaking floorboards, ouija boards, having no regrets, karaoke nights out.

Taurus. house plants, oversized sweaters, soft hands, fuzzy socks, visiting big cities, snoozing your alarm clock, the color yellow, vanilla-scented candles, aloe vera, fruit smoothies, baking cookies, the mom friend, loves the ukulele.

Gemini. femme fatale movies, in love with female villains, sharp eyeliner, quick-witted, does things out of spite, do no harm but take no shit, in love with dogs, probably cries during sad movies but won’t admit it, easily excited, ripped jeans.

Cancer. mermaids, easily infatuated by love, smelling flowers, picnics in open fields, gets sad when thinking about the past, impressed easily, daydreaming in class, plucking fresh fruit, loves fashion, would die for their friends.

Leo. confident in what they do, kill them with kindness, high ponytails, probably wants to visit Paris once, not afraid to tell the truth, in love with cute animals, the one to lift others up, good at teamwork, the warm feeling of summer, dragons.

Virgo. pastel markers, the smell of lavender, has a welcoming vibe around them, actually organised, scrunchies, neat notes, loves going to museums, probably into photography, neutral colors, handwritten letters, stardust.

Libra. soft blankets, cuddling the ones you love, always standing up for your friends, hopeless romantic, can be very distant, can be a little dramatic, pretty hair, dresses nicely, tries to be popular on social media, optimistic, humorous.

Scorpio. cottages in the woods, in love with Greek mythology, vintage t-shirts, really emotional but doesn’t want anyone to know, determined, moonlight, pretty handwriting, into the retro aesthetic, rainy days, doesn’t judge people, cats.

Sagittarius. always ready for an adventure, street smart, wants to travel the world someday, doesn’t easily trust people, alcohol, paintbrushes, can’t sit still, untied shoelaces, tangled up earphones, blasting music at midnight, eye-gazing.

Capricorn. cold aura, coffee is what keeps them going, probably hasn’t slept in two days, actually a big softie, high-waisted jeans, cute pet videos, small apartments, has too many notebooks, often goes to the library, writing essays.

Aquarius. loves to paint and do any kind of art, wants to live at the seaside, knows a lot of random facts, shares food, messy notes, bullshits an entire essay, graffiti, has their own distinct style, wants to live their life like they want to.

Pisces. old teddy bears, unsent love letters, mom-jeans, loves to sing, feels at home by the ocean, writes poetry, hard-workers, always up for deep conversations, probably definitely did the stupid thing, open curtains, a soft breeze.

Tagged by: @tmvoldemort (this is definitely a trap.)

Tagging: @pocketsfullofspiders @misfit-herbologist @leeriverofwordsjordan @suitedblue @absintheabsence @adaptedandsurvived @directoryandle @messianique (for whichever character(s) you feel like doing), @asklilyevanss @lyraxlestrange @aconxtum @everyheartbesure (for whichever character(s) you feel like doing) @gubraithianphoenix @justasimplesecretary @ministerfudge @punybutpretty

[masterofthelivingforce]

when the phoenix sings

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Whenever someone started a conversation with an ominous ‘I need a favour’, Quinn felt the sudden instinct to flee. It wasn’t that he didn’t like people, it’s just that he didn’t trust them overly much.

When Stephan McDonald had firecalled him and said he needed a little favour from him, Quinn had allowed his old Hogwarts professor to actually explain what he needed instead of cutting the call as he would have with anyone else - Quinn owed Mr McDonald a lot. It had been the old Scottish wizard who’d nursed Quinn’s passion for magical creatures during his Hogwarts years, and then afterwards he’d been the one who’d recommended Quinn to the International Creature Research, thus allowing him to land a spot on his first expedition.

Luckily, Mr McDonald’s favour had turned out to be quite simple, and interesting to booth: meet with one of his students, who was interested in learning more about phoenixes because he’d somehow gotten one himself.

Quinn, who’d had to camp out in the most miserable conditions into the mountains of China and the jungles of India in order to even get a glance at a wild phoenix, eagerly agreed to meet the boy, one seventh year Gryffindor by the name of Albus Dumbledore, at the Three Broomsticks next saturday.

Out of a habit he didn’t even know he still had, Quinn had sat at the table near the window, where he used to sit back on his Hogsmeade trips as a student. Nadya lay down beside his chair, her head on her crossed paws, totally unconcerning of the fact that with her considerable mass she was blocking the way. (Thankfully the pub was pretty empty, so there was no risk of anyone stepping on her tail.)

Sipping his butterbeer, Quinn kept an eye on the door, on the lookout for Dumbledore. Mr McDonald had given him a general description: redhead, lanky, with an eagle daemon and ‘a very peculiar sense of fashion’. 

It was the daemon that clued Quinn in - he noticed the huge bird perched on the shoulder of the young man that had just come in before he even noticed the red hair. 

Seeing probably-Dumbledore looking around, Quinn stood up and waved a little, gesturing for the boy to join him at the table. As the redhead approached him, Quinn couldn’t help but notice two things.

One, the young man was pretty handsome, in a sort of boyish way. 

Two, ‘a very peculiar sense of fashion’ didn’t even begin to cover the purple boots with golden stars his guest wore. 

“Albus Dumbledore, I assume? I’m Quinn St. John,” Quinn said, holding out one hand to shake, gesturing with the other at his daemon, who’d sat up to study the newcomers. “This is Nadya. A pleasure to meet you.”

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RIGHT BACK AT YOU MY DEAR!!!!!!

[sweetlittlevampire]

gubraithianphoenix hat auf dein Foto geantwortet: First of all - sorry for the quality. My phone...

If it makes you happy it’s a necessity in my book!

Tell that to my mum (”You’re 32! You’re too old!” ← says the woman who brings home stuffed animals as souvenirs from holidays. Nice try, mum) or my bank account. XD

But yeah. I mean it seems that I buy merch like all the time with the way I’m posting (especially over on instagram), but the truth is - I save up quite a long time for most of it, or wait for clearances. And hey, I wasn’t allowed any kind of merch as a kid (regular toys yep, but merch? Even stuffies? Weirdly not), so I’m kinda taking advantage of it now. XD

[wewhoareflawed]

A Stranger in Godrics Hollow.

@gubraithianphoenix

Gellert Grindelwald had been excluded from Durmstrang on suspicion of questionable behaviour. The boy had become addicted to Dark Arts and Politics, his parents feared for his mental state, so they shipped him off to the place he -ironically- craved most... Godrics Hollow.

He arrived through boat and then bus. As the bus came to a stop and the conductor called the young wizard departed the bus, thee conductor helping him with his bags. The hot summers day caused Gellert to perspire, almost through his clean shirt which had surely been ruined from the journey. 

Gellert took in the summer air and the quietness of his surroundings as the bus departed, raising a hand to his sweaty brow and pushing his golden locks from his face. From his pocket, he took a cigarette tin and a map, placing a cigarette in his mouth before wandlessly lighting it and opening up the map in hope to find his dear Aunt Bathildes house.