#progenyofprongs

[starwrittenfates]

@progenyofprongs said: "It's not what it looks like." (Snape)

The Potions Master raises an eyebrow, not buying it one bit. He knows better. After all, 'the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree'...or so the saying goes. He won't be made into a fool by another Potter ever again, but he also can't help keeping an eye on the Potter children, making sure they are safe...for her, and only her. "Is that so, Miss Potter? Because, unless my eyes are playing a trick on me -- and I know they are not -- I thought I specifically told you to use your wand to stir your own potion. Not have your brother do it for you. Five points from Gryffindor for sheer laziness."

[witchgaunt]

@progenyofprongs ♥'d for a starter

"Since when did Slytherin become such a bunch of heinous bastards?" Irascibel grouses as she parks herself, without explanation, at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall.

In her own time, her best friends were all Slytherin, and they were good, despite the dark and deceitful origins of their house. But something has clearly changed in the many years since 1891, something disturbing, which Irascibel can only attribute to the things she hears other students whispering in the halls. Now she's been forced to share living quarters with those scheming, pretentious pin-heads across the hall, tainting the place she used to call home with their venom.

"I'm thinking of asking for special dispensation to stay in one of the other dorms. What about it, Gryffindors, will someone take in this poor Slytherin? I'm desperate." She pleads.

[sioraiocht]

~ @progenyofprongs || Liked for a wizarding world starter || From Ron ~

"Mornin' -" Ron dropped down onto the bench in the Great Hall, eyes taking in the food and trying to decide what he'd have for his breakfast. "Have you seen Harry? He wasn't in his bed this morning."

[lcvedriven]

“ i don't mean to bother you. “ (sirius)

"you're not bothering me." he looks up and offers a (slightly strained) smile. "really. if anyone's bothering me, i'm bothering me. i'm great at it. i'm completely self-sufficient after being left in a cell for twelve years."

[littlenosferatu]

progenyofprongs asked: did you read that on the back of a cereal box or something?

‘Wh-? Merlin, no. Sirius used to say it.’

The myth that time heals all wounds was rather being put to the test; jaw clenching on instinct as he mentioned their dearly departed godfather, taken cruelly by a flash of light and manic cackles. ( He still had nightmares about it; tossing and turning in crimson and gold sheets, screaming himself hoarse. ) He doubted he’d ever be able to forget how close they’d come to having a family, only for it to be snatched away…. By his own… No, he couldn’t think like that; Bellatrix had slaughtered Sirius - he needed to stop shouldering the blame for every single death, and believing the blood was on his hands - it was enough to send a man hysterical and yet -

They died for you.

Shaking his head to rid him from the darkened abyss his mind was attempting to coax him to; he forced a smile, snatching up the newspaper propped open on the breakfast bar, dreading to think what rumours were circulating around the wizarding world; but needing to know that there was still peace…. that none of those he’d loved and left were suffering from his absence. ( It weighed heavy down in his heart, fingers quivering as he made a haste of getting it over with; flicking through now with a greater urgency. ) Nope. Nothing. Some snippet of building a better world and honouring his memory but that wasn’t really new was it? The Ministry was forever attempting to lift spirits, by mentioning him. They’d even attempted to lure him out once or twice - dangling a metaphorical carrot - just in case.

‘A lot of my witty quips are from him, you know? Keeps him alive. In us.’

[bccksmarts]

❧ MISCELLANEOUS SENTENCE PROMPTS ☙ ⤷ Collection #3

➤ @progenyofprongs asked: i thought you knew everything.

   ❝I know a lot of things, but certainly not everything.❞ She responded primly, holding back her agitation. That was something that a lot of people liked to assume about her, that she was some walking, talking encyclopedia. Which, in turn, was true, but on the other hand—why would she need to be taught things? If she knew everything, being taught things would deem useless and she wouldn't get a thrill out of it.

   She does, however. Hermione loves attending each and every class that she can, absorbing every word a professor speaks as if she was a sponge.

   Hermione huffs, ❝I don't know why people keep saying that when it clearly isn't true.❞

[wizardingsouls]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓?

the knight.

a defender, strong as stone, you make it a mission to defend. never would you turn your back on those in need; valorous, a paragon, a sword raised in battle with a cry on your lips… but, be warned, noble knight, that you do not fall to the sword, yourself. are these ideals worth dying for?

Tagged By: @bccksmarts ( ty my darling!! )

Tagging: @compatiissante & @progenyofprongs & whoever else wants to!! ♥

[rosefromdeath1]

Also I have my hp oc that I may or may not be trying to bring back cause I can't control myself, come love on her maybe @progenyofprongs

[starwrittenfates]

@progenyofprongs said: "you're making "the face" again." -- (Lily)

"Of course I'm making 'the face'. I'm your mother, and I'm allowed to make said face, especially when you're caught doing something you know you shouldn't be doing!" Lily stated, giving a sigh. Working under Madam Pomfrey as an assistant healer was starting to show. Her features begin to soften again, giving her daughter a small smile. "I'm only trying to watch out for you, Amelia. I don't-- I don't want anything to happen to you."

[mylittlenudger]

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[denydefeatarcarchive]

@progenyofprongs​ liked for a starter X

How’s he to tell anyone this? The whole year - it’s been a mess. Chaos, unending and relentless, has been quite the definition of the past couple of days alone. How is he meant to go forward? The instructions are unclear, and he knows he isn’t entirely alone, but how is he to ask anyone to join him? A dangerous mission, one that is, and always has been, his destiny, should not fall to the shoulders of the ones he loves. 

It’s quiet up here: no one wants to go to the top of this tower now. It’s practically haunted, though that’s truly in everyone’s heads and hearts far more than it is fact. A constant presence silenced. His pondering, the faux-locket turning over and over in his hand, anger long forgotten from finding it a forgery, and the real one lost to the world, is only interrupted by footsteps, and not ones he expects. 

“It’s quiet up here.” Except for the wind that blows through the open space of the Astronomy Tower, it’s near silent. Turning, he offers a smile, though it can be barely deemed so, the slight upturn of his lips can’t mask the worries he’s got within. Quiet, as though that’s an explanation for his isolation. 

[sioraiocht]

~ @progenyofprongs || A lil Pansy starter ~

Eyes looked across the bar, brow dropping into a furrow. Maybe it was the firewhiskey, but Pansy was feeling particularly spicy. She pushed up from her seat, sashaying across the room, waving people out of her way. "Look who it is." She didn't wait for an invitation, dropping down into the seat opposite Amelia. "Are you here alone?"

[gobletofmuses]

@progenyofprongs​ sent an owl : “I just don’t feel anything anymore.” (delphine)

ㅤㅤSilent tears poured down her cheeks and no matter how many times she harshly brushed her hand over them, it felt as though they would never stop. It felt as though her chest was caving it and imploding all at the same time.

ㅤㅤAnd she wished she could’ve felt nothing. 

ㅤㅤThe rest of the Order had left them to grieve on their own — Delphine was as grateful as she could convince herself to feel when Remus ushered everyone away, the look in his eyes distant. Broken. He’d lost a brother where she’d lost a father. But she’d swam through the pain, the breathless feeling that threatened to suffocate her, to find Amelia. To seek the only other person who’d know just how deep her devastation ran. 

ㅤㅤAnd when she’d found her in the kitchen, alone and empty, she hadn’t been prepared for the hollow words that left Amelia’s mouth. It shocked her still for a moment, reminding her just how much the other girl had suffered. Taking a few steps closer, Delphine tentatively took her hand, squeezing it in an effort to help her feel something. ❛ S-Sirius wouldn’t have wanted his death to— to take anything away from you. ❜ Words tripping over each other, she couldn’t stop the sob from breaking past her lips. ❛ If . . . if we s-stop ourselves from f-feeling, we let Voldemort win. A-and we can’t, Amelia. We can’t. ❜

[messengerowl]

[ @progenyofprongs​ ] requested a starter

Looking up from her book, Hermione offered Amelia a smile when she sat across from her in their compartment on the Hogwarts Express. Hopefully, she would be easier to talk to than Harry at the moment. Hermione didn’t know what she had to say to convince her friend that Draco Malfoy couldn’t possibly be a Death Eater but nothing she said was really making any headway. She pulled her knees up to her chest, looking at the other Potter across from her.

“Do you think you could help me talk to Harry? This little...idea that he has is dangerous. You can’t just accuse people of something like that, even if it is Malfoy!”

Hermione held no love for Draco but, still, being accused of something as wicked as that was damning. She wasn’t even sure where Harry went! He had been gone from the compartment almost minutes after they had sat down

[auriibus]

Amelia ( @progenyofprongs )

♡'d for a starter

"I have books, an entire library actually. You can borrow anything you want from it." This was Eris' way of trying to help, being thrown into a life you had no idea about or wanted- she could only imagine how hard it was for Amelia. From going to a muggle born girl, with parents and a nice, simple life to being a Potter. One of the sacred twenty-eight families. A famous girl, with an unbelievable weight now forced onto her shoulders. "I know you can't learn everything over night, but I want to help you."

[bccksmarts]

❧ SANDITON 2x05 SENTENCE STARTERS ☙

➤ @progenyofprongs asked: “were you going to tell me?”

   ❝Tell you what?❞ Hermione instinctively responded, her eyes shifting to look at the other from the corners. What was she expecting her to say? There was nothing for her to admit, as far as she could tell. Was it the fact she might be a tad interested in her brother? She did like Ronald for a while, after all, most do question her taste in men... She doesn't disclose that to most people, however.

   Sighing, Hermione pinched the bridge of her nose, ❝You may need to be a bit more specific, Amelia. I can't tell you otherwise.❞ If there was an issue to resolve, she wanted to resolve it as soon as possible. How could she do that if she didn't know? She loved Amelia, as a friend, a sisterly-figure... if she'd hurt her in some fashion—such as maybe fancying her brother—it needs to be resolved in the instance. ❝Please, Amelia.❞