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braveclementine · 7 months ago

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Chapter 2

Warnings: None, Readers under 18 can read this book. It is solely fluff- nothing sexual

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

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Dear Elizabeth, Ron just wrote me to tell me that he and Fred and George are going to try and save Harry. That's the way he put it anyways. I think he just means going and picking him up. I certainly hope they don't do anything dangerous or against the wizarding rules. I'm incredibly busy with homework and studying-I'm sure you're doing the same. I just wrote a letter to Ron saying that I'm going to Diagon Alley next Wednesday. Will you be able to make it? . I'm still waiting to hear back from Ron. I figure we should get our Hogwarts letters sometime this week. Love, Hermione

I sighed, setting aside the letter. Hogwarts again. Now don't get me wrong, I love Hogwarts, it's my home away from home but. . .I closed my eyes, laying down on the bed. I'd nearly been killed three times and had jumped from a window to escape death. I could only imagine what horrible things were going to happen this year.

Knock it off, I scolded myself. You put yourself in that situation, if you had just been as obedient as every other kid, you wouldn't have been in that situation. Just don't do anything stupid or irresponsible this year.

Easier said than done though. I turned away from the letter and went over to the music player, putting on a Beatles record. Then, laying down on my bed, I closed my eyes, thinking, looking into this upcoming year.

My visions worked funny. I can't just see into a year, it's like there's a block on them until I get closer to the actual date. But sometimes- and only sometimes- if I concentrated enough, I could get a farther view.

"I wanna hold your hand. . ."

I concentrated farther. The visions moved fast, some of them melting together and others stood out like pictures on a wall. A sudden image of a young blond man with extravagant clothes was standing in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Then red paint on a wall. Then, water on the floor. A potion bubbling in the bathroom. Then, hissing and-

"ELIZABETH!" Dad called from somewhere downstairs.

I jumped, falling off my bed and knocking over the record player. It crashed to the ground. "Idiot." I muttered, pushing myself up off the ground, getting to my feet. I wasn't entirely sure if I was talking about myself or dad.

Dad appeared in the doorway. He surveyed the damage and then grimaced. "Trying to meditate?"

"Something like that," I muttered, pulling out my wand and pointing it at the record player.

"Elizabeth." Dad's voice had warning in it and I sighed, putting down my wand. Dad pulled out his own wand. "Reparo." He said calmly and the record player was repaired. Then, putting his own wand away, he said, "You know you're not supposed to do magic outside of school."

I picked up the player, putting it on my dresser. I'd just said I was going to stop being a rebel and here I was, already breaking the new found resolution. Maybe I should wait until New Years to make the resolution. "Sorry, I forgot."

"Come on downstairs, we have stuff to talk about." Dad said, leaving the room.

Seeing that there was no choice, I followed. I slumped into a seat at the breakfast table. "What happened?" I asked dully. I had forgotten about going and seeing him when he went up to his room last night.

"I got a erm, new job." Dad said uncomfortably, stirring his tea. I sat up and stared at him, trying to find out what was so bad about this new opportunity.

"Okay. . ." I said slowly, thinking, frowning in concentration.

"I'm going to have to leave next Wednesday." He said, "Which means that I won't be able to transport you to Kings Crossing on September 1st."

"Oh that's okay!" I said immediately. Whatever made things easier for Dad. "Ronald Weasley invited me to stay at his house. We're all planning on meeting up at Diagon Alley next Wednesday anyways. I can just go and stay with him. Or Hermione probably wouldn't mind either."

Dad blinked in surprise. "You didn't tell me your friends asked you to stay over."

I blushed. "Grounded, remember?"

Dad gave me an amused smile. "You're going to stay out of trouble this year, right?"

"Yes, and I'm going to make the Hufflepuff Quidditch team." I said. "So that broom doesn't go to waste."

At that moment, my rabbit Sushi sprinted through the room, did a lap around the table, and then did binkies back into the hallway.

"Awww." I squealed, my whole body tightening up in happiness. "You're so-" Then I stopped, turning to my dad and asked seriously. "Wait, who's going to take care of Sushi?"

Dad chuckled, "You would be worried about that, wouldn't you?" He smoothed my hair back with his hand, "I already asked Trang's parents to watch him. They're delighted."

"Oh good." I said happily, relaxing. "I'm going to go upstairs and pack."

"Already?" Dad asked in surprise.

"Well, I also have to send an answer to Ron and my bedroom's a mess so I need to locate everything." I said, blushing again.

"Oh, that's right." Dad said, taking a sip of tea. "I'll be cooking dinner tonight."

"Aww, dad I can still do that." I said.

Dad waved his hand. "It'll taste fine."

I hesitated. "Wait, no."

Dad frowned. "I don't cook that badly."

I laughed. "It's not that, I want to celebrate this new job opportunity. Come on, I'll take you out to eat."

Dad looked even more surprised than he had before. "Take me out to eat? Where?"

I jumped up and down in joy. "There's this great restaurant that you haven't been to before. It's called Panda Inn here. But in the U.S. it's called Panda Express. Apparently, they're supposed to have this delicious chicken that Trang calls Orange chicken. I've been wanting to try it for a long time now!"

Dad laughed and grinned. "So is this celebration for me or for you to try out your chicken?"

"Guilty." I said, grinning back.

"Oh," Dad said, picking up a piece of mail. "This came for you."

I grabbed it. "My Hogwarts letter!" I flipped it over and glared at him. "It's already open. That's a crime you know."

Dad laughed. "Only if you tell. The books ought to be interesting though."

I read over the list quickly.

The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 2 by Miranda Goshawk Break with a Banshee by Gilderoy Lockhart Gadding with Ghouls by Gilderoy Lockhart Holidays with Hags by Gilderoy Lockhart Travels with Trolls by Gilderoy Lockhart Voyages with Vampires by Gilderoy Lockhart Wanderings with Werewolves by Gilderoy Lockhart Year with the Yeti by Gilderoy Lockhart

"I have to get and read all of these?" I asked revolted by the matching of letters like a children's book. "What a waste of money."

I finally got a real laugh out of dad. Then he grinned at me, "Wonder what he wrote about the Werewolves?"

I gave him a reluctant smile. "I'll read that one first and tell you."

"Alright, so go get ready." Dad said, finishing off his tea, "I'll be waiting."

I stared at him, raising an eyebrow. "Dad, it's a Muggle restaurant."

"So?" He looked at me confused.

"You need to go get dressed in Muggle clothes." I said, my lips twitching upwards into an amused smile. I waved a hand at his wizarding robes.

"Oh that's right." He muttered. "Let's see who gets ready the fastest."

I giggled sprinting up the stairs, and I heard a crack in the dining room, telling me he had apparated. "CHEATER!" I shouted, dashing into my bedroom. I heard him laughing from his room.

I pulled on my shoes and grabbed my purse, quickly checking to see how much money I had. I flipped through the bills- £60. Great, that should be enough to cover dinner tonight. I turned out the light and then dashed back downstairs. Yes! I'd beaten dad.

I bit my lip, slightly amused. I was eleven- almost twelve- why was I being so childish? I had this problem a lot. This was something we hadn't done since I was maybe eight. I sighed. Perhaps dad felt bad about leaving, or maybe there was something he wasn't telling me.

Dad popped down next to me with another crack. "Alright you win."

I grinned up at him. I'd question him tonight at dinner. "Let's go."

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𝕴 𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖉 𝖎𝖓 bed, staring up at the ceiling. I kept messing with the ring dad had given me for my birthday. Turning it over, feeling along it. It was a baby dragon ring, sometimes it curled its tail around my finger tighter. Sometimes it moved its head and I felt a little warmth along my palm. It was green, and sparkly, and felt like it was made of glass but it wasn't.

I sighed, rolling over, and carefully placed it on the bedside table. It curled up and I stared at it. I tried to figure out what was nagging me.

I closed my eyes, trying to sleep. Trang was leaving for America tomorrow, I was going to go and see her off at the airport.

I fell into sleep.

A shadowy figure stood on the edge of a large walkway. There were hissing noises and a snake slithered out and reached up to the person's waist. It was an anaconda snake, a type of water snake- native to the Amazon Rainforest in Brazil.

'Dangeroussss thingssss are going to happen. . . more dangerousssss than perhapssss the firsst time. . .' The boy whispered to the snake. He stayed in the shadows so all I could see was that he was tall. So the boy spoke parseltongue? But how could I possibly understand what they were saying? Oh, right, I must be dreaming.

The snake's tongue flicked in and out, 'find the ssssprocket, find the ssink, it all worksss asss well asss you think.'

So snakes could rhyme? Strange.

The boy turned to face me and all I could see were two, glowing red eyes.

I woke up with a start, sweating. I looked over at the clock. It was six in the morning. I slumped back down on my bed. Once my breathing returned back to normal, I climbed out of bed to start my day.

I quickly got dressed for a muggy day- jeans, a T-shirt, and a light rain jacket. I pulled my hair up into a ponytail and tucked my locket under my shirt. I hadn't felt it burn in ages, so I felt safe wearing it under my clothes again.

I hesitated, looking at the ring, and finally realized why I felt so weird last night- I hadn't sent Harry anything for his birthday. But, he could definitely still be at his house, I hadn't heard back from Ron yet for confirmation about staying with him next week.

I picked up the dragon ring and put it close to my finger. It curled around it and I smiled. I was going to have to thank Dad again.

I grabbed my purse, put on my leather black combat boots, and ran down the stairs to go see Trang off at the airport.

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𝕭𝖞 𝖂𝖊𝖉𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖉𝖆𝖞, 𝕴 was packed and ready to go. My trunk was full of my Hogwarts robes, quills, ink bottles, and textbooks that I would need this year. Any book I didn't need was left on my bed. Any book I didn't need, but I wanted to bring, were packed in my leather school bag.

Dad had already left an hour ago so I didn't need to worry about good-byes anymore. I dragged my heavy trunk into the fireplace. I pulled my bag over my head, slinging it on my shoulder. I checked my pocket to make sure that my wand was still there.

I checked that I was wearing my locket, bracelet from Fred last Christmas, and my dragon ring. Then, I grabbed a handful of floo powder from the pot next to the fireplace and stepped into the fireplace. I threw it down and shouted "Diagon alley!"

I felt the spinning sensation and clutched tightly to my trunk so we'd both get out at the right time. When I saw the grate, I leaned forward and fell out. My trunk clattered down next to me and I quickly set it right side up and started pulling it towards the exit. Damn, why was this thing so freaking heavy?

"Elizabeth! Hey Elizabeth!" I heard my name being shouted by a familiar voice. I turned, a smile on my face.

George and Fred Weasley ran up to me. Their bright red hair was combed back the same way. They were still rather thin and tall.

"Hey guys." I said cheerfully, punching George's arm and smiling at Fred, "What's up?"

"Nothing much." George said, chuckling, punching me back lightly. "You?"

"I'm not looking forward to these stupid books we have to buy." I said with an eye roll. "They're ridiculously expensive and sound incredibly stupid."

Fred and George laughed but looked strained.

"Yeah, they are expensive." Fred said quietly, mostly to himself.

I bit my lip. I shouldn't be complaining. I'd grown up poor, but now I had a huge allowance from my parents. On the other hand, Fred and George had grown up poor and were still poor. I decided to get enough gold out of the bank so they could buy their own sets.

Mr. Weasley got out of the fire next and Fred introduced me to him.

"Harry should be coming next." Mr. Weasley said, when we were done with introductions. I waited eagerly, unable to control my excitement. While Harry didn't know that we were related, I did, and I was glad we were friends.

However, the next person that came out of the fire was Percy Weasley. He looked around as he came up to his father and asked, "Did Harry not come out?"

We all shook our heads. Percy cursed and said, "Harry went before me but he mixed up his words."

We all froze. "So. . . we don't know where he is?" I asked.

Percy nodded. Ron came out of the fire next. I closed my eyes, trying to see if I could find Harry. There- he was in a dark shop, a man with blond hair in the room with him. It looked like Harry was hiding in something. I didn't know exactly where he was, but in the end I could only figure one place like this.

"Elizabeth?" Fred asked. "You okay?"

"Oh, um yeah." I said. I quickly put my trunk up against the wall with other trunks, and locked it. Then I took off, Fred yelling my name behind me. Now which was was Knockturn Alley? I ran down the streets, probably looking crazy.

Then, I ran into Hagrid, who was walking up the streets with Harry.

"Lousy Muggles, If I'd known-" Hagrid was saying. "Careful where yer goin' Elizabeth!" he added as I bounced off of him. He reached out with a large hand and caught me before I fell on the street.

"Thanks Hagrid. Hi Harry!" I beamed.

"Hi Elizabeth." Harry said, smiling back shyly.

I heard a voice behind me saying "Harry! Elizabeth! Over here!"

I turned to see Hermione running down the Gringotts steps. "Hello Elizabeth!" Hermione said, embracing me.

Harry, Hermione, and I walked up the Gringotts steps with Hagrid.

"What happened to your glasses?" Hermione was asking Harry. "Hello, Hagrid- Oh it's wonderful to see you two again- are you coming into Gringotts, Harry?"

"As soon as I've found the Weasleys," Harry said with a grin, giving me a proper hug now that things had settled down.

"Let me see your glasses." I said, holding my hand out.

"Yeh won't have long ter wait." Hagrid said with a grin, pointing down the street.

The three of us peered down the street. Ron, Fred, George, Percy, and Mr. Weasley were all sprinting up the street towards us. I pulled out my wand and tapped Harry's glasses with my wand. "Reparo." His glasses snapped together and the glass shards connected again.

"Thanks." Harry said, putting his glasses back on.

"Yeh know yer not su'ppose ter be doin' magic outside of school Elizabeth." Hagrid chastised but he was grinning. The Ministry wouldn't know I was doing magic underage considering Diagon Alley was pretty much as magical and non-Muggle as you could get in London.

"Harry," Mr. Weasley said panting, as they caught up to us. "We hoped you'd only gone one grate too far. . . Molly's frantic- she's coming now-" He mopped his brow with a handkerchief.

"Where'd you turn out?" Ron asked, curious.

"Knockturn Alley." Hagrid said grimly.

"Excellent." Fred, George, and I all said together and then we all grinned at each other.

"We've never been allowed in." Ron said, sounding jealous.

"I should ruddy well think not." Hagrid growled at him.

I saw Mrs. Weasley running up the steps now, a handbag swinging violently from one hand, a little red-headed girl clutching her other hand. That must be Fred's little sister Ginny.

I started walking into Gringotts. I wanted to get the money so that I could get it to Fred and George before they left. Harry, Ron, and Hermione ran up to join me.

"Guess who I saw in Borgin and Burkes?" Harry asked. That must've been the store that I'd seen him in.

"Lucius Malfoy?" I asked.

"Yeah, and Draco." Harry said, giving me a surprised.

"Did Lucius Malfoy buy anything?" Mr. Weasley asked from behind us.

"No, he was selling-" Harry said.

"So he's worried. Oh, I'd love to get Lucius Malfoy for something. . ." Mr. Weasley said slowly and with some sort of satisfaction.

I didn't know Lucius Malfoy, but if he was anything like his son, than he was probably an evil git. Plus, I was fairly certain that he had been a Death Eater. By fairly certain I meant 100%. Oh the things rich people get away with.

We entered Gringotts and I told Harry and Ron to come with me. Ron was more than willing and we left Hermione in the main hall with her parents, who were exchanging Muggle Money for Wizarding coins. Mrs. Weasley went her separate way with Ginny.

We went to Harry's vault first. He had quite a bit of money, though perhaps a bit less than I did. Then we went to my vault. I filled two bags and then we went back up to the surface. I gave Ron half of one of the bags and winked at him and then went off to join Fred and George. I heard Ron sputtering behind me and Harry laughing.

Fred, George, and I met up with Lee Jordan outside the bank. I heard Mrs. Weasley shout from behind us. "And not one step down Knockturn Alley!"

Fred, George, and I laughed. That was the first place we visited. Fred and George went down two steps, Lee went down three. I went down the entire way and then sprinted back up. It became a competition until someone appeared at the end of the corridor and we all sprinted the entire way back towards Gambol and Japes Wizarding Joke Shop.

We relaxed, laughing.

"Mum's going to kill us if she finds out." George muttered, looking through the different types of fireworks.

"She's not going to find out." I said pleasantly. "So don't worry about it."

"Oh yeah, Ron says that you're coming to stay with us for the last couple weeks of vacation." Fred said, "Is that true?"

I nodded, "Yeah, my dad got a new work assignment and he had to leave today, so I had no way to get to Hogwarts later. So, since Ron had already invited me to stay, I accepted."

Ron, Hermione, and Harry came into the shop some time later, when we were about to leave. I wandered off on my own for a little bit, buying parchment and new quills. I also bought different types of ink. I was really going to miss my Muggle pens again this year.

I met up with Fred, George, Lee, Hermione, Ron, and Harry as we made our way to Flourish and Blotts. There were many other people trying to get into the shop. I looked at all the witches, a little amused, a little annoyed, cause there were not many wizards.

There was a banner in the window saying:

GILDEROY LOCKHART will be signing copies of his autobiography MAGICAL ME today 12:30 P.M. to 4:30 P.M.

"We can actually meet him!" Hermione squealed. "I mean, he's written almost the whole booklist." She smoothed her hair between her hands. It was a battle lost before she started it- her hair was never going to stop being bushy on its own.

I hung back with Fred, George, and Lee, internally groaning. Bloody hell, what a mess this was. I probably wouldn't be able to check the shelves for extra books because the walls would be crowded by witches. Maybe the owner would have some put away specially for me like he sometimes did when he thought I'd like something. Dad and I were his best customers.

We squeezed inside, past the adults. Hermione, Ron, Harry, and I each grabbed the Grade 2 book we needed off the stack by the door. Fred, George, and Lee each got books that they needed for their fourth year.

We went to stand next to the Weasley's and Grangers. I found myself next to Harry and turned to talk to him.

"How was your summer?"

"Could've been better." He said. "Honestly, I would've written back."

I grinned. "Oh I know, Dobby stopped you?"

"Yeah, how'd you know?" He asked in surprise.

"I know a lot of things." I said quickly. "But I actually just overheard you telling Hagrid."

Harry laughed.

At that moment, Gilderoy Lockhart came slowly into view and seated himself at a long table. There were many portraits of his face, winking and flashing on the table. The real man himself was wearing robes of light blue that matched his eyes. His hair was wavy and he wore a wizard's hat at an angle so not to mess up those waves. I stared at him with a mixture of horror and also giddiness.

He was extremely handsome though, I did have to admit that. I felt my cheeks grow red and I rubbed them, cursing internally. Stupid female hormones.

There was a short man wearing black and brandishing a black camera that emitted puffs of purple smoke with every blinding flash that emitted a smell of apricots. The reporter stepped backwards onto Ron's foot. "Get out of the way." The photographer snarled. "This is for the Daily Prophet-"

"Big Deal." Ron snarled back, holding his foot and rubbing it.

Lockhart apparently heard their interaction because he looked up at Ron. Then he moved his eyes along our line, eyeing Harry and then me. He leapt to his feet and positively shouted, "It can't be Harry Potter?"

"Oh bloody hell." I muttered as everyone in the store started whispering even more excitedly than they had moments ago when Lockhart had appeared.

The crowd parted as Lockhart walked down the stairs towards us. He grabbed Harry's arm and then, to my surprise, grabbed my arm as well, dragging us both up to the front of the room. I looked back at Fred, panicking. He looked just as surprised as I did.

Lockhart put one arm around each of our shoulders. I didn't smile as the photographer took pictures. "Nice big smile, Harry." Lockhart said through his own teeth. I didn't dare look at him in case the newspaper made my action out to be something other than disgust or confusion. As it was, I was panicking.

He didn't let us go when the pictures were done and I was starting to get strangely uncomfortable. "Ladies and gentlemen." He said loudly and the crowd quieted down. "What an extraordinary moment this is! The perfect moment for me to make a little announcement I've been sitting on for some time!

"When young Harry and his sister here stepped into Flourish and Blotts today, they only wanted to buy my autobiography- which I shall be happy to present them now, free of charge-" The crowd applauded, but I risked a glance at Harry. He looked at me, looking as confused as I was. The only difference being that my heart was pounding like crazy. Did Lockhart know somehow? I mean, surely not? I looked at the Weasleys. They were looking back and forth between Harry and I. The crowd was whispering. This was a complete nightmare. I should never have come. That seemed to be my signature line.

"They had no idea-" Lockhart continued, not caring about anything else but his little announcement. "that they would shortly be getting much, much more than my book, Magical Me. They and their schoolmates will, in fact, be getting the real magical me. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I have great pleasure and pride in announcing that this September, I will be taking up the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"

I groaned out loud but no one could hear me for the explosion of noise that burst in the bookshop. I wanted to die of embarrassment. I found myself being presented with the entire works of Gilderoy Lockhart, even more books than I needed for school.

I struggled back down to the Weasleys, Harry following me. I handed the books to Fred. "Keep them, I don't want them. Especially since he gave them to me for an incorrect reason."

"So you're not really my sister?" Harry asked behind me, and thankfully he was grinning.

I shook my head, my heart breaking that I couldn't tell him that I was. "I don't know why he thought that, we don't even look alike."

The Weasleys all seemed to accept this, but the others in the shop that had overheard were not as convinced and rumors were spreading. I was sure something was going to make the headlines. Bloody hell.

Harry tipped his books into Ginny's cauldron, telling her she could have his books. He'd buy his own. We went up and bought our books and then waited by Ginny's cauldron. I handed George money so that he could buy his own set. When Lee had his set, we all started to walk towards the back of the shop.

"Bet you loved that, didn't you, Potter?" Said a sneering voice. We looked up to see Draco Malfoy and I tightened my grip on my huge stack of books. "Famous Harry Potter. Can't even go into a bookshop without making the front page."

"Leave him alone, he didn't want all that!" Ginny said suddenly. I'd never heard her voice before but she had such a sweet voice.

"Potter, you've got yourself a girlfriend!" Malfoy drawled, giving Ginny a look over.

"Shut the hell up Malfoy." I snarled.

"Oh Kane." Malfoy said, sneering. "How'd you like being compared to someone as pathetic as Potter?"

"I would be quite proud to be Harry's sister." I said, speaking the truth for once on the subject of our sibling hood.

Ron and Hermione fought their way over, both of them clutching stacks of books.

"Oh, it's you." Ron said, giving Malfoy a disgusted look. "Bet you're surprised to see Harry here, eh?"

For a moment I was confused and then I remembered that they believed Dobby was the House Elf of the Malfoys. Of course, they were right, but I wasn't going to tell them that.

"Not as surprised as I am to see you in a shop, Weasley." Malfoy retorted, looking a bit confused himself. "I suppose your parents will go hungry for a month to pay for all those."

Ron went as red as Ginny and dropped his books into her cauldron. She nearly dropped the cauldron under the weight of two stacks of Lockhart books. Hermione and Harry reached out and grabbed the back of Ron's shirt as he went to hit Draco.

Fred and George were giving Malfoy an angry look. I touched Fred's hand softly and looked up at him and shook my head. It wasn't worth it. Lee was looking angry too, his arms crossed.

"Ron! Fred! George!" Mr. Weasley said struggling through the crowd to get to the back of the store. I felt my stomach drop, seeing a small glimpse of what was about to happen. "What are you doing? It's too crowded in here, let's go outside."

Now, I tugged on Fred's arm, trying to get us to leave before. . .

"Well, well, well- Arthur Weasley." A tall man with long blond hair and piercing gray-blue eyes was standing there now. He could almost be called handsome in his own way if he didn't have such a cruel, smirking look on his face. I felt my cheeks grow red again, the way they had when looking at Lockhart. Hm, maybe there was something wrong with me today. But he was quite good-looking. I supposed even bad people could look good.

"Lucius." Mr. Weasley said, nodding coldly.

"Busy time at the Ministry, I hear," said Mr. Malfoy. "All those raids. . . I hope they're paying you overtime?"

I gritted my teeth as he reached into Ginny's cauldron and picking out an extremely battered second-hand copy of her Transfiguration book.

"Obviously not." Mr. Malfoy said, his lip curled upwards. Draco stood to the side, smirking. "Dear me, what's the use of being a disgrace to the name of wizard if they don't even pay you well for it?"

Fred and George gave a start and I grabbed both of them by the arms. My bag with all my books was cutting into my shoulder. Lee helped me out, restraining them. Mr. Weasley flushed a dark red. Mrs. Weasley, and the Grangers started coming over.

"We have a very different idea of what disgraces the name of wizard, Malfoy." Mr. Weasley said under his breath.

"Like you." I piped up, giving him a jaunty smile.

Mr. Malfoy's gaze flicked over to me, and Draco dropped his smile. Fred smiled and relaxed. I no longer felt a reason to restrain him anymore.

Then, Malfoy's eyes flicked over to where Mr. and Mrs. Granger were standing, watching the whole occurrence with Mrs. Weasley, who looked extremely nervous. "Clearly," Mr. Malfoy said, narrowing his eyes at the Grangers. Hermione blushed red and Mrs. Granger took a step back and shot a terrified look at her husband. "The company you keep, Weasley. . .and I thought your family could sink no lower-"

Hermione flushed even darker than the rest of us, and there was a thud as Ginny's cauldron went flying. I ducked to avoid it, Lee quickly pulling me out of the way.

Multiple people were yelling. Fred and George were yelling "Get him Dad!"; Draco was yelling, "Get your filthy hands off of him!"; Mrs. Weasley was shouting "No, Arthur, no!"; The assistant was shouting, "Gentlemen, please- please, the books!"

Then there was a louder voice, not yelling, but louder and much calmer saying, "Break it up, there, gents, break it up-"

Hagrid waded through the crowd and he pulled Mr. Weasley and Mr. Malfoy apart from each other, holding them each in one hand. Mr. Weasley had a cut lip and Mr. Malfoy had a bruised eye. He was still holding Ginny's Transfiguration book. He thrusted it back in her cauldron, his eyes glittering with malice and an image flashed in my mind of a little black book.

Without another word, he pulled himself from Hagrid's grip and tried to march out the bookstore with dignity. Well! That wasn't happening. Pulling my wand I quickly whispered, "Offendo." Lucio's Malfoy tripped over his own two feet and fell flat on his face. There was some tittering and laughter from the crowd. Draco looked back and glared at me. I smiled and waved and turned my back on him. I slipped my wand back up my sleeve.

We were leaving now, with the urging of Hagrid. I trailed behind the rest of the group with Lee. Hermione was with her parents, Harry was with Ron, and the rest of the Weasleys were crowded around their parents. Lee and I walked in silence until we were about to part.

"I saw that tripping jinx." Lee said with a smile. "Nice work, I'm going to find a lot of hard spells this year for you to try."

I smiled back, "Thanks Lee. Have a great rest of your vacation."

I waved and hurried to catch up with the rest of the group. We were going to leave through the Leaky Cauldron instead of the Floo station. I went to get my trunk and then met up with the others in Leaky Cauldron.

We said good-bye to the Grangers and Hermione. I decided, as I stepped into the fireplace, that I could wait for Hogwarts to start. Who didn't like a nice vacation?

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opinions-about-tiaras · 2 years ago

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Were the Blackfyre Rebellions at all justified, in your opinion?

Excellent question!

I'm going to take a somewhat different tack than @racefortheironthrone has done in his own answer to this question here.

I'll put my cards on the table right at the beginning: fuck House Blackfyre. But you probably want a lot more than that. So first, lets define terms here:

For me, for a rebellion to be justified in the context of Westeros, you have to answer three questions.

First, what are the grievances of those rebelling? Two different actors in the same rebellion can have different grievances or no grievance at all; some are purely opportunistically venal. Someone raising rebellion against tyranny and oppression is justified; someone doing it to get paid or for power is not, even if they're taking part in the precise same uprising.

Second, how grounded in reality are these grievances, and what ability and responsibility do those holding them have to discern this?

Third, are these grievances sufficient to justify the war, wrack, and ruin caused by raising swords in rebellion against the Iron Throne?

So lets take these in order:

So let’s take the Blackfyre Rebellions in order:

First Blackfyre: I'm going to be blunt; there just isn't any there there.

The only way the First Blackyre could be at all justified is if those participants really, truly believed that Daemon was Aegon IV's eldest legitimate child and that Daeron II was the Dragonknight's bastard. That is the grievance they present to the kingdom at large; that Daeron has usurped the throne.

And that's a lie. That's a nakedly transparent, opportunistic lie, perpetrated by Daemon, Bittersteel, Daemon's children, and their sundry supporters. It is a grievance not grounded in reality. When you're predicating your entire rebellion, something that is going to soak the kingdom in blood, on a lie, you are probably not about to embark upon a justified course of action.

The actual grievance of Daemon Blackfyre and Bittersteel seems to have been "fuck you, we want the throne, and we're tough enough to take it, 'cos Daemon is the Conquerer come again and Daeron is a bookish loser."

So you have a terrible grievance that is nowhere near sufficient to justify the war it is going to cause.

Others who backed the black dragon were motivated by anti-Dornish animus, a feeling of resentment that as part of his deal to bring Dorne into the realm peacefully, Daeron II had given away too much, was showing them too much favor. The problem there is that even if this is true (and it doesn't appear to be; Daeron seems to have ruled fairly and with an even hand, which means someone hewing to this is bad at discerning reality) it does not, in my eyes, rise to the level of justifying rebellion, especially given the hypocrisy involved.

Aegon IV's reign was a carnival of misrule from stem to stern, and yet his lords remained loyal to him. For lords who bent the knee to Aegon IV without deciding he needed to be deposed in a war to suddenly declare that Daeron II is not just an incompetent, but SO incompetent, ruling so poorly, has served the realm so badly, that their oaths to him mean nothing makes me think "those lords are either liars, or so idiotic that it rises to a level rendering them unfit for their station rather than Daeron."

The First Blackfyre was not at all justified. It was an act of greedy, malicious usurpation from top to bottom. The very best people involved in it were people like Ser Eustace Osgrey... and Ser Eustace freely admits that he violated his oaths to the Iron Throne based more or less on vibes and on Daemon's rock-hard abs. If those are your best, what are your worst like?

Second Blackfyre: This one comes so close but doesn't quite make the mark.

The conditions abroad in the land at the time of the Second Blackfyre are absolutely sufficient for a justified rebellion. Bloodraven is ruling poorly while Aerys declines to rule at all and Maekar sulks at Summerhall. Bloodraven, in fact, is not only ruling poorly, but is abrogating all sorts of traditional freedoms, establishing to the best of his power a pre-modern police state, and most critical of all, he is not defending the Realm.

There is already a rebellion against the Iron Throne taking place at this time; Dagon Greyjoy has betrayed his oaths, placed himself outside of the King's Justice, and is making war upon Westeros. And the Iron Throne's response to this is... nothing. Neglect. They don't invest their Wardens of the North, South, and West with power and authority to deal with this. They don't dispatch Maekar to organize a counterstroke. They basically declare its a problem for the Lords Paramount and then do jack all.

ASOIAF has taught us one crucial, vital requirement that any who would seek to sit the Iron Throne must fulfill:

The king defends the kingdom. Or he is no king at all.

Aerys and Bloodraven are not fulfilling this most basic test of kingship.

So you have all the ingredients for an entirely justified rebellion.

There's only one problem here, which is that the ringleaders don't actually give a shit about any of this.

Some of their followers do, the hedge knights we see at the wedding, and of course people like Glendon Ball. They have legitimate grievances and if they were to raise their swords for the reasons enumerated above, that would absolutely be a justified rebellion.

The ringleaders, though? Well... almost to a man, they seem to basically be motivated by greed and resentment. To the extent they actually care about Bloodraven's misrule and the various problems plaguing Westeros, its only because that opens the way to the throne for them.

Gormon Peake doesn't give a shit that the ironborn are raiding up and down the kingdom and despoiling the land. What Gormon Peake gives a shit about is getting his castles back. Lord Butterwell is little better and is a coward to boot. Daemon is somewhat better than his mentors, but frankly he doesn't much seem to care either; he is courteous and chivalrous and even to an extent just, and under other circumstances might have made a good king... but his motivation to the throne isn't much deeper than "that throne is mine by rights." I have trouble believing in any more noble or altruistic motive than this.

So the Second Blackfyre rebellion could have been justified... but the actual rebellion we got wasn't, I don't think.

Third Blackfyre: This is basically the Second, but even less justified. Bloodraven has righted the ship of state by this point, but even if he hadn't, House Blackfyre, again, seems to have little more motivation for wanting the throne than "we wants it, precious." There is no indication of any better justification for it than that.

Fourth Blackfyre: Oddly, this might be the best-justified of all the Blackfyre Rebellions!

The end of the Third Blackfyre and the treatment of Aenys Blackfyre (the dude Bloodraven suckered to King's Landing and then murdered) involved shocking breaches of honor on the part of House Targaryen that they made zero attempt to apologize for or to make amends for. House Targaryen had, finally, at long last, provided House Blackfyre with both a legitimate grievance that is ALSO a grievance they care about. It is not at all unjustified to rise in rebellion against people who have proven repeatedly that even if you bend the knee, they're just going to thank you for making it that much easier to strike your head off.

The main issue here, though, in a practical sense, is that this grievance is a personal one between two families that not a lot of other folks are going to care about. This is a problem if you're the less-powerful family, which House Blackfyre is, by a LOT. By this point the "rebellion" is more in the nature of a private war, the royal equivalent of the Brackens and Blackwoods going at it.

The Fourth Blackfyre is very, very narrowly justified. However, its justified in the sense that this a legitimate feud between the two Houses (finally.) Its political justifications are... on somewhat less firm footing. Westeros has now gone through four supposedly illegitimate kings since the black dragon standard was raised, and Aegon V, critically, has the imprimatur of a Great Council.

That's important. The lords of Westeros collectively took counsel with one another and declared that Aegon V Targaryen would be their king. The Blackfyres can no longer claim that House Targaryen occupies its throne by dint of tyranny and force of arms while the lords of the realm sew black dragon banners and secretly toast the memory of Daemon. This political fact makes the larger rebellion harder to justify.

The War of the Ninepenny Kings: Ahahahahahahahaha. Not even a Blackfyre Rebellion, and I won't dignify it with the name!

At this point they're just brigands.

So yeah, those are the Blackfyre Rebellions. In my mind, the poisoned fruit of the first go-round corrupted the entire enterprise going forward; House Blackfyre's first rising was founded out of ambition, pride, greed, and resentment. It should come as no surprise that the fruit of this tree was not sweet.

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the island of missing trees, pt. 1.

dialogue prompts from the island of missing trees: a novel by elif shafak.

'cartography' is another word for stories told by winners.

time is like a songbird, and like any songbird, it can be held captive.

without understanding our past, how can we hope to shape our future?

i'm too rebellious to be a good parent, and too parental to be a good rebel.

i don't want you to feel pressured. if you're uncomfortable, that's totally fine.

owls have a sort of morse code.

you've never broken a promise in your life?

what makes you think they will help us?

do you always get angry so easily?

i've always been interested in what people see, or fail to see.

what is the name of the idiot who made you feel this way?

at the end of the day, we all remember. for the same reasons we try to forget.

on an island, words fly faster than a falcon.

you can't risk being seen.

when we are young, we think love is forever.

remember, the saints are always with you.

you could fool me, but you could never fool the saints.

rules are what give life structure. they must be obeyed.

one should always look out for signs.

you know what they say: if you find a happy village, look for the cook.

the past is a dark, distorted mirror: you look in it, you only see your own pain.

so naïve, the things that trouble us in our youth.

i'm sick and tired of being treated like a child.

what's the use of talking about the past? it will only offend everyone.

wisdom consists of ten parts: nine parts of silence, and one part of words.

one must always speak up, no matter what.

you don't seem to realize that everything is on the internet.

people my age aren't afraid to ask questions.

has the world changed that much? i hope you are right.

shame: it's the word of my life.

if you don't do it now, when will you ever do it?

tell me. did someone say something, my love?

food is the heart of a culture.

i'm sorry if i wasn't always there for you.

you will build your own future, and i'll support you every step of the way.

i thought we weren't buying each other anything this year.

tell me. will it help if i stay away?

#rp memes #dialogue starters #rp meme #ask meme #inbox memes #historical meme #families

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kiss-my-freckle · 5 months ago

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2x6: Plan B

Toys. That's what I want you to consider while watching this episode. Katherine doesn't have friends. She has toys, and Mason is one of them. They're blending Stefan and Elena with Katherine and Mason in this opening scene. You can see how they stich them in their dialogues.

Another good reason Damon needed to dance with Elena at the Miss Mystic pageant. So not only does Stefan think the near touch is overrated, he thinks gazing is creepy. Their cuts with Mason and Katherine show where this is heading with Ripper Stefan, and Damon knows exactly what he's saying in 2x8. "I wonder if Elena would be so quick to open her veins to that guy." Elena seems to be the only one worried about Katherine finding out, so I get the same vibe that I did with Noah. It's as if Damon is the only one that thinks about the other people in the house.

"Till we get him, this house isn't safe. For anyone who lives in it." I'm saying that it would've been better for them to get Damon's advice on hiding from Katherine. He would've told them that Jenna and Jeremy were in danger.

"And you're a Gilbert and you just can't help yourself. Wow. Your search for life's purpose is as obvious as it is tragic." Damon knows he's bad for Jeremy, so he's only inviting him in for the moonstone… and he's totally gonna tell Elena. What fans should know about these scenes of Damon and Jeremy, is Damon's knowing that Jeremy is a rebel just like him. That's why Elena doesn't know he's there to get involved in supernatural business. It's kinda like Damon's desire to keep Stefan out of the loop on his plans to become a vampire with Katherine. They're your rule breakers. Tell them what to do, they'll do the opposite. This is a dual comment. Damon is well aware that Elena is a Gilbert and she can't help herself either. Ever since he pulled her in to bait Noah, she's been seeking out that adrenaline rush. Anna said the same thing because she's in the tomb with Damon, risking herself. Elena will do the same thing in these episodes because she's a junkie for danger. Damon created a monster lol

They think they can hide from Katherine when they can't even hide from Jenna. "Really? Because that's not what it sounded like this morning. Light sleeper. You know what? I heard nothing." Despite the fact that Elena seems to be the only one worried about what Katherine will do if she finds out, she should've truly considered it.

Stefan didn't just force himself into Elena's life. He did it to her friends too. Bonnie has no choice but be part of their supernatural world or risk losing her friend. "Losing Caroline was bad enough, I didn't think I'd lose you too." This is disgusting beyond words. Like how you gonna let your boyfriend and the drama he brings into your life push your best friend out of it.

Like Liz, Bonnie feels she lost Caroline. "Yes and no." This is what Damon meant at the carnival. Caroline is dead, but she's not. Now that Liz knows, he regrets what he said to her, but that's how Damon is with vampirism. He's honest in everything he says. Alaric questions Jeremy just like Damon did. "Does Elena know you're here?" It's all about Jeremy's rebellious nature. He went behind her back, all-knowing she didn't want him to be part of it. This scene of Alaric, Damon, and Jeremy shows why Damon is the one to train Jeremy while Alaric is on the other side.

"It's the same book that says a werewolf bite kills a vampire. Ignoring it would make me an even bigger idiot. Let's go." Damon isn't an idiot. He knows that the moonstone unlocks something just as Emily's talisman was meant to unlock the tomb. He doesn't underestimate witches because of Emily. She saved 26 vampires from a vampire-hating town, and did it right under their nose. "It's not that you and Stefan are pretending to fight. It's that I didn't even know you guys were fighting at all." Like I said, this is gross. If not for Caroline being a vampire, she wouldn't have known either. She'd be compelled like Jenna. The time Elena spends with her boyfriend shouldn't take over the time she'd spend with her friends.

"But from now on, you'll have to do your own dirty work." I can't stop laughing at Mason. He should run, and run now… Damon is coming for him lol. Bonnie bumps into him and has that same cold reading she has with every vampire. "No, Bonnie, Elena wouldn't kiss… You didn't see Elena, you saw Katherine." Bonnie is the one that figures out Mason is tied to Katherine. This is where things get twisted in season 3 because Elena falls for Damon and un-falls for Stefan. She would kiss Damon. I feel it's extremely important to see all of these scenes in their opposites to know what Damon does to Elena in season 3.

"Looking for my baby bro. Speaking of, would you tell yours to stop following me around?" Damon tells Elena to tell Jeremy to stop following him, and says this all-knowing that Jeremy won't because he's a rebel just like him lol. All of this is written on the opposite side of 1x22 and 2x1. Damon is in their relationship and Elena can't stand it because she's in Damon-hating mode. She automatically assumes Damon is forcing Jeremy to do something even though Damon just got done calling him an eager beaver. "There's Damon and whoever Damon is using, and those people, they end up dead." She uses scare tactics to try and get Jeremy away from Damon, but it's the other way around. Those who don't help Damon are likely to end up dead.

Jeremy: So I'm sorry, but you really don't get to tell me what I'm gonna do. Damon: You do not get to lecture me on how to live my life. Not any more.

This conversation Jeremy has with Elena is similar to Damon's conversation with Stefan in 1912. Yeah, Damon knew what he was doing. It's in this scene with Elena that Jeremy basically lays blame at her feet. He's esseentially telling her that Damon snapping his neck is on her because she's the one that allowed him into her life. Relevant to the fact that Elena is talking to the wrong person about people ending up dead. Jeremy was the one Damon killed, so he's well aware of how people end up dead. Elena has to choose. She either pushes both brothers out of her life, or Jeremy involves himself wherever he likes. She's not his mother, she's his sister... and she's being a "do as I say, not as I do" hypocrite.

"I know, but Mason Lockwood?! Werewolf thing aside, the guy is a surfer. She's got to be using him. She has to be." Understand the fact that Mason's death is written on the other side of Elena's comment to Jeremy. "There's Damon and whoever Damon Katherine is using. And those people, they end up dead." Damon isn't stupid, he just doesn't know Mason is important to the ritual. If he did, he would've spared him to save Tyler. Damon is pissed because he wanted to be done with Katherine, now he has to deal with her being in the middle because she's tied to Mason.

Stefan: Why would you involve Jeremy? Damon: He's playing Indiana Jones. He involved himself.

Stefan picks and chooses according to his own agenda. He's upset that Damon involved Jeremy when Jeremy involved himself. This switches in season 4. Stefan personally involves Jeremy and literally breaks his conscious mind because he thinks Elena needs to be fixed. If Alaric thought for one minute that Jeremy was in danger, he would've stepped in. He doesn't because he's not. They know Tyler isn't a werewolf yet, he's just super strong. "You just gotta take the good with the bad sometimes." Tyler speaks the truth of life.

Liz: And as long as you have blood, you don't need to kill? Caroline: I want to. It's my basic nature now.

The ugly truth about vampires, and Damon's about to enjoy a kill. It's part of their conflict. Vampires truly enjoy the kill, and their humanity makes them feel guilty about it.

I love Bonnie's scene with Caroline. It's sweet. Matt talks to Elena about Caroline, suspecting she's seeing someone else. That's when Stefan walks in and runs back out because Bonnie texted him the location of the moonstone. Elena runs out after him. "You must have a taste for it. You scream and shriek and even bother to escape, but then you just come right back to it." This is what Anna was talking about with Elena. She can't handle being out of the loop, she has to be in the thick of it. I'm being serious when I say Damon created a monster lol. She literally complains about wanting a normal day without vampires, then she's desperate to be all up in it. Stefan can't even have a conversation with Bonnie and Damon without Elena getting impatient because he's not responding to her texts. She's then chasing him out to the well, not once minding the risk of Katherine catching them together. Stefan out of his own mouth told her she shouldn't be there. Keep this in mind when you get to season 3.

I can't stop laughing. Stefan jumps in having no idea the well is filled with vervain. Caroline shows up to help.

"Oh, but you heal quickly. Not good. Guess I'll just have to keep applying pain." Mason is really feeling it now… with a fire poker. "I'm guessing toxic." And he's a bad poker player lol… Damon is reading his tells. He has a lot of fireplace scenes because of Katherine and Elena. With Katherine, it's all about The Battle of Willow Creek and Fell's Church. With Elena, it's all about bringing the dead back to life. It reminds me of a quote from Hannibal. Fire destroys and it creates. Katherine is his destruction, Elena is his resurrection. "I thought I told you to leave." Damon wanted Jeremy to leave because he shouldn't be there for this. It's bad for him. Damon has every intention of killing Mason, and only Elena has the power to stop him. So yeah… Damon will have to get violent with Jeremy to get his point across. Jeremy is having a hard time stomaching the torture. A necessity though, given what Katherine has planned for Elena.

"Did she seduce you, tell you she loved you? You're supernatural so she can't compel you. I'm sure she used her other charms. Katherine's good that way."

This is what it looks like for Damon to torture himself. He might as well be looking in the mirror as he stabs that poker into Mason's chest. "She's here with me. Why do you ask, you jealous?" Damon doesn't do jealousy with Katherine anymore. He's getting pissed because he's essentially torturing himself and seeing his own stupidity through Mason. That's why I love these torture scenes. Mason would've needed to die either way because he's as deep in it with Katherine as Damon was. He can't see the truth just as Damon couldn't. Damon has... random moments like this throughout the season, and all of them push him to one final realization: Katherine didn't just ruin him, he allowed himself to be ruined in his own foolish love for her. There's a split moment after Damon rips Mason's heart out... you can see the connection he made with him. He feels it.

"I've been where you are. But Katherine will only rip your heart out. Let me do it for her."

"Have you ever been so bent on someone just to have your heart ripped out by them?"

The physical heart-rip vs the emotional heart-rip. I always point these out to show why Elena dies. It's the difference between Stefan consuming Elena's blood and Damon consuming Elena's emotion. He doesn't need to sink his teeth in to kill her, so you get the well and the moonstone.

"Grabbed her, gagged her, threw her in a well. I don't know. Anything other than let her trust Elijah."

Full circle vampire Elena because she's Damon's girlfriend. Bonnie and Caroline show up to help Elena with Stefan. Yeah, I love this scene because it's everything for 3x22. Elena has to feed Stefan her blood. "If he was gonna say anything, he would have already!" Jeremy has no understanding of torture, that's why he shouldn't be there. It takes a great deal of pain to get information people would rather keep secret. Damon urges Jeremy to leave and he's refusing to listen. This moment reminds me of a quote from The Blacklist. "But this is my world, and you're a tourist." If Jeremy can't handle the heat of Damon's world, he needs to step out.

I really wish Caroline hadn't compelled her mother here. She was bound to find out again. It's because Caroline compelled her that Jeremy will end up getting shot in 2x22.

"Oh, last number dialed. I wonder who that could possibly be?" Similar to Defan's scene about Jeremy, Stefan gets pissed off at Damon, as if Katherine needs to be provoked. Her plan requires a werewolf, provoke her or not. She told Stefan to stop seeing Elena, provoke her or not. I consider Katherine a bigger idiot than Damon. She's having to threaten everyone Elena cares about just to get Stefan to stop seeing her. That should tell her something. Katherine has two plan B's in this episode. Matt is her plan B for Damon killing Mason. Jenna is her plan B for Elena seeing Stefan.

Mirrors...

"She's gonna pay, Elena. I don't know how, but she's gonna pay." The answer to this is simple: Delena. Katherine should enjoy her existence while it lasts. Jeremy is a sweet brother, and I love their Gilbert hugs. I feel bad for Tyler because he's left believing that Mason only came into town for the moonstone. "We were stupid. Sneaking around, thinking that we weren't gonna get caught." Insane to believe they can fool Klaus in season 3 when they can't even fool Katherine in season 2. And how much is Elena supposed to pay for the lies? The only person I feel sorry for in this scene is Jenna. Both Stefan and Elena have been saying how dangerous Katherine is since the moment she threatened Stefan to stop seeing her. They didn't listen, so yes, Jenna is on them. Play with fire, get burned.

Stefan cries because Katherine took his toy away. And she does it again... goes for a friend instead of a stranger. She actually compels Matt to start a fight with Tyler for the sake of triggering his werewolf gene. This will be the first thing Mason gets to witness from the other side… exactly why his friend died at his hands.

Have this beautiful Delena scene...

"I wasn't thinking. I didn't think." This comment is impulsivity. Katherine just made the wrong move. Damon is all hands on deck.

#Bite Me

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I'm putting an emergency situation out there I want a special group in the military meeting unless we already have them and here we do. These Warlock are useless donald Trump has ruined them and continues to they continue to do what he's doing and saying he is a complete absolute moron. Don't have any defenses and not to do it the empire wants down to the last sniveling groveling moron who gets nothing from it. There's a huge point to this we need to declare an emergency regarding these warlock there's several reasons. First and foremost they don't intend on attacking them until they're done getting rid of themselves. Secondly they've seen the hardware down there they know what they're doing they've seen the lasers they say they can blow the earth up when they can't escape it now we need to we need to have an emergency meeting and we need to have a summit of our people unless we already have this is a dire situation. People are still in charge regardless of what we say they have driven their people to exhaustion and to separation and they will all be killed because of Trump and he's trying to blow everybody up and has no means of escape there's no way can hide behind the sun with a fleet that big of the empire. There's no way you can hide and then me is probably the worst idea stupid **** you're a preamble for what they wanna do to me a moron. What a damn **** idiot. He is not doing the right thing ever he won't make a piece and he is the one who started it people are starting to produce evidence I need this to go to The Hague there needs to be a full investigation. The agencies in America need to get with it this guy is a complete absolute abhorrent loser.

FIRST AND FOREMOST AS I SAID BEFOER WE NEED TO PREPARE AS IF THE MORLOK WILL TURN ON US AS IF THEY ARE NTOHING AND NOW WE HAVE TONS OF PROOF THEY WILL AND OR WILL AMOUNT TO ZERO FOR OUR CAUSE AND THE FORGIENERS AND OTHER REBELS. WE MUST PREPARE ACCORDINGLY AND NOTIFY OUR PEOPLE THAT THEY ARE PARTIALLY ENEMY COMBATANTS AND COULD TURN IN MOMENTS ALL OR PART.

Zues Hera

we shall. they were blrocking it and know it no herd you say it useless. nto part of the rebellion serve the master nad wont stop. and they see it. and we say this we need to rule over them or eraase and now it is a crisis level one now too

Thor Freya

we meet

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theblueeyedvampire · 6 years ago

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//This is NOT a personal-blog-friendly RP blog. Personals who reblog any in-character or headcanon posts will be immediately blocked! I have been here too long and give zero fucks.

#//just read my f*ing rules #m: i'm a rebel; you're an idiot ( rules )#m: ben is glory! ( psa )

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(i had more of this prompt inside. per usual; part 2; rebel with a single cause ((seducing the new boy)) and the new kid)

"What were you doing down there anyway? Unless you were also trying to ruin my sheet music and Mulciber beat you to it." They were walking painfully slow down the hall to respective next classes that Sirius was already over 10 minutes late for. He figured if he was already going to have to sit for a lecture from his parents when he got home about the state of his bookbag, and his clothes, and probably something regarding to his piano practice that was never quite enough in their eyes, he might as well be late. And he might as well be late because he was spending time with the first person who had bothered talking to him since arriving.

And this person happened to be a sight for sore eyes. This person also happened to have a gap between his lower teeth and freckles across his nose and cheeks that resembled different countries that were decidedly, delightfully distractive.

"Oh, no, definitely that. I'm just not much of an athlete, couldn't run fast enough."

"Funny."

"I smoke in the bathrooms down there. No one passes through especially during lunch unless they're being good students in the practice rooms," Remus teased with a wry smile and Sirius look down a little just so he could get a fucking grip.

Remus could think he was practicing and being a good student. Remus didn't need to know he didn't have any friends. Though, that part wasn't exactly leaps and bounds away from having bullies.

"Like, cigarettes?"

"Sure, let's go with that."

Sirius looked at him with wide eyes, "This is a school," he hissed in a whisper. Sirius wasn't a stickler for the rules...not...entirely. Maybe. But marijuana was a different story.

Remus gasped, "It is? Here I thought I was in a local pub for my studies." Sirius rolled his eyes, trying to wave off an obvious blush at how uncool that probably sounded. "Relax. It helps me focus."

"That's not possible."

"And you know this because...?"

"Well...I don't actually know know, but I've..heard through...you know, places."

"Places." Remus nodded an eyebrow-raising.

"And people."

"People?!"

Sirius couldn't help but crack a smile, "You know what? Shut it. Leave me to fend for myself next time. Take your," Sirius lowered his voice, "marijuana and--"

Remus laughed loudly, "Weed."

"Huh?"

"You don't need to call it by its formal legal name. Weed is fine," he explained to Sirius and Sirius scowled a little, not used to being poked fun at in this way; the way his little brother poked fun at him for folding his socks. Much less by a boy who had fucking freckles and stupid long fingers. Usually, Sirius was the one who made the comments and started the flirting and the whole incident had knocked Sirius's world off-kilter. Maybe the bottle had addled his brain. "Oh...you're very cute."

"Flattery will get you absolutely nowhere."

"Mmm....okay, sure." Remus shrugged as they reached a point in the halls that sectioned off, "This is me," Remus inclined his head towards the direction of a doorway. Sirius could hear faint sounds of strings.

"...Cello?"

"Goodbye." Remus grinned cheekily, unphased at how obviously ridiculous the joke was, as he turned over his shoulder to walk through the doors.

Sirius made a mental note of long legs and a tight arse.

Sirius made a second mental note to look at the school map and find out where the bathrooms were in the piano hall.

The third one was for an excellent excuse to tell his professor (and his parents) when he strolled into English a half-hour late, smelling like cranberry juice but smiling like an idiot.

#wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #anonny prompt #day 2 #30 days of fluff #drug mention

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seidenbros · 2 years ago

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Thank you so much for tagging me @littlelovelylou 💚

“you can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. put your favourite playlist on shuffle and list the first ten songs then tag ten people! no skipping!”

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No pressure tags: @i-seeaspaceshipinthe-sky @gabetheunknown @ironpe @tellhound @dreamsoffilm and whoever wants to do this, consider yourself tagged

#guess who had to stop to sing along to Iris in all it's glory and sing their lungs out?#yep that's me #tag game #get to know me #music game

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incorrect101dalmatians · 3 years ago

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Dipstick: Me and Mooch don't follow no stinkin' rules. We're rebels.

Mooch: No, I'm a rebel. You're an idiot.

#101 dalmatians #incorrect 101 dalmatians #dipstick #mooch #source: buffy the vampire slayer

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fandomsarefamily1966 · 3 years ago

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*teddy boy days*

Teddy boy leader: Me and mine don't follow no stinkin' rules. We're rebels.

John: No, I'm a rebel. You're an idiot.

#source: buffy the vampire slayer #incorrect beatles quotes #incorrect band quotes #this is totally something John would say #do not lie #XD

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murderadawrote · 5 years ago

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not now, not tomorrow | finn shelby;

plot: during Tommy and Grace’s wedding, Y/N and Finn inevitably think about their future;

warnings: swearing, smoking, pda;

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I've never attended a big wedding. I've never had the opportunity. Just little weddings, sometimes arranged because of the need of peace that was in the air. I've never liked those. You could see that the bride used to torture her hands while the groom wasn't even trying. These weddings were the worst. But when you are part of a gang sometimes it's the least you could do when you are a woman.

Grace and Tommy's wedding however was different. A lot of guests from both families were there. I wasn't a Shelby... at least not yet. Just the girlfriend of Finn Shelby, young and innocent and intelligent. Somehow I grew up with my own opinions and I liked to share those ideas with Ada during our meetings in London. Most of the Birmingham's men used to think about me as a rebel, someone who's not right for the society because "educated women will rule the world and we can't accept that" as the local baker once told me. And I didn't want to cause a scene so talking to Ada once in a while about my life seemed the best option.

"One day you will marry Finn, love." Polly used to tell me every week. "So you are a Shelby!"

When I used to meet Finn and I was in a mood, he loved to tell me how much I reminded him of Polly. Pursing my lips, glaring at everyone and thinking about something else. I was already a Shelby so it was a question of time.

"Why are you here, Y/N?"

I was in front of a big window when Polly came behind me. She had a cigarette in her hand and a look of pure curiosity in her aged but motherly face. It was rare seeing Polly curious, she always knew what was going on. I looked at her and then looked out of the window as I was doing before.

"The boys are planning something..."

Polly smirked and came closer giving me a side hug, the cigarette in her other hand. "I know, dear." She smoked for a minute and exhaled. "But it's not planning. They are just comparing their dicks!" And that made me genuinely laugh.

"Grace was so beautiful today, don't you think?" I asked her after a few moments of silence. "I mean, I know you don't like her but..."

"She's a beautiful girl. Elegant, I might say." She sighed letting me go. "But the surname Shelby suits you more."

I smiled and looked at Finn who was talking with his brother John and two other guests. "Maybe... not now."

"Why not?"

"Polly, we're eighteen and I don't think it's the right moment." I shrugged and looked at Polly. "Maybe in two or three years!"

Polly was going to answer when Thomas appeared from the doorway. "Sorry to interrupt, ladies." He smiled looking at us talking. "But Finn would love to spend some time with his girl."

Polly looked at me and then at Tommy. "Finn should have been the one taking her from me!"

Tommy took a pack of cigarette from his pocket looking at Polly with a smirk. "My bad, I told him he had to do something important for me first." He shrugged. "He told me to tell Y/N to show up outside!"

I sighed and kissed Polly in the cheek making her smile. "We will continue in another moment, Aunt Polly."

"You could bet on it, sweet Y/N."

I walked out of the room smiling at Tommy and Polly, ready to meet my loved boyfriend. I laughed when I walked past a tired Arthur. "Are you fine, Arthur?"

He looked at me and smiled shaking his head. "Just a whisky on another whisky, little sister!" He laughed and put his hands on his hips. "Why is that idiot of a brother leaving a wonderful doll like you alone?"

I smiled and shrugged. "He needed to do something for Tommy so my job is to meet him outside!"

"You're too good for this family!"

"No way, you're actually my kind of family if I need to be honest!" I laughed smiling at Ada who was talking to an older woman.

"Yeah well, don't get lost in this fucking labyrinth." He shook his head and looked around. "I thought the bathroom was the kitchen five minutes ago."

"Whisky on whisky isn't good for you, old man!"

"Go find your little boyfriend and go shag somewhere." He gave me a light bump laughing and I kept walking finally arriving outside.

Looking around there were only four Blinders and Grace's guests smoking and drinking. Finn was nowhere in sight and I didn't want to spend the rest of the night waiting for him. But then he walked to me appearing from a little road with John and Isaiah, laughing about something unknown to me.

Then his eyes met mines and he smiled.

"Sorry guys, a beautiful girl needs me for the rest of the night!" He walked to me and put his hands on my waist kissing me softly.

"No fucking shagging, Finn!" John said next to us smirking. "Tommy's rules."

"He said no fighting, I didn't hear no shagging." He told him seriously. "And we just wanted to spend a normal night."

"Dancing and walking like a fucking married couple." John scoffed and that made me shake my head.

"Aren't you married, John?" I asked him smirking. "You should know that marriage is a delicate topic."

John smiled and pointed a finger at me. "We don't need another Polly, love." Then he took a cigarette and sighed. "I give you two another year and then I would love to see a big fancy wedding like this."

"Stop it, John!" Finn said hiding in the crook of my neck.

John laughed and went inside to find Tommy to talk business. In the meanwhile, Finn began kissing my neck making me feel vulnerable.

"Finn, not here!" I tried to take his hands which now were on my ass. "Not now."

He stood still and stared at every part of me. "What a beautiful sight." He made me twirl and my party dress moved with me. "Tonight you're sleeping here, right?"

"You already know the answer, Finn." I smile cheekily.

"Just making sure, love." He began walking keeping me next to him. "What a wedding uh?"

"The fanciest." I said with a smile on my face thinking about the wonderful day. "Where are we going?"

"Just exploring, I guess." He shrugged and looked around laughing. "You know, John told me to take you somewhere and shag you behind a tree."

I shook my head laughing slightly. "Damn, John knows how to be romantic!" I looked at him. "And what did you tell him?"

He sighed and smirked. "I asked for the keys of his car."

I laughed and kept walking leaving his hand. "You're terrible, Finn Shelby!"

We walked for a good ten minutes through the main road laughing and joking and simply spending a lovely night together. Then he stopped in front of the church making me follow his decision.

"Finn?" I asked him confused. "Why did you stop?"

Looking at the church he just looked at me and told me to follow him inside. "Five minutes, nothing more."

I sighed and followed him inside trying to not ruin the wonderful dress. "I swear I won't shag in a church. I'm not that courageous, Finn!"

He laughed and it was music for my ears. The only sound you could hear inside the church was produced by our voices, giggling and whispering even though there was no one inside. It was slightly dark and some flowers from that afternoon were still there. Silence.

Finn walked the aisle while I was behind him, stopping when I noticed the beautiful characteristics of the little church. Then I looked at him, he stopped at the altar and he was now staring at me with his breathtaking eyes and that smile that makes me feel so little and so protected. I smiled slightly still in the middle of the aisle.

"Are you going to walk the aisle or you prefer to stay there?" He asked with smirk.

It was a strange situation. We just needed a priest and we could have been married in no time. But we both knew it was all a game right in that moment. He was playing the part of the groom and I was the bride.

"I don't know." I shrugged smirking. "Are you sure you want to spend the rest of your life with me?"

He was looking at me with a sincere smile and I knew in that precise moment he was the only one for me. "Absolutely."

I made six other steps before being in front of him and we began laughing like little children at the end of our show.

"Now what?" I ask him looking around with a smile.

He took my hands in his and sighed. "Can you imagine us getting married with a big fancy wedding like this one?"

I chuckled. "I don't know." I shrugged and kept looking around. "Nowadays people talk about marriage and children as if it's nothing!"

"Polly told you something?"

"Polly isn't a surprise, really." I frown slightly. "She talks about it every time we're in the same room alone!"

"Well, it's Aunt Polls." He chuckled. "And John only likes to upset us, love."

"I know but we talked about it." I looked at him. "Not now and most importantly not a fancy wedding!"

He laughed and took me closer to him, putting his hands on my waist. "No fancy wedding?"

I shook my head smiling.

"I have to talk to Tommy, then." He sighed. "A Shelby without a fancy wedding will be something new for the family!"

"I like it." I hugged him smiling. "Me, you and a little wedding."

"But not now."

"Exactly."

There was a delicate silence, the only sound was coming from the party. Finn kissed me softly as if he was making a point with this move.

"If not now, then tomorrow?" He asked cheekily making me giggle.

"Finn Shelby, I will marry you but not now, not tomorrow and not the day after tomorrow." I kissed him another time. "But you are stuck with me for the rest of your life, boy."

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