#ravenclaws are physicians

[fromthemouthofzabe]

Ah, the four kinds of people: physicians, theologians, lawyers, and miscellaneous.

- whoever tf decided which doctoral degrees exist

[hernakedmuse]

{{{{Emily Halliwell

Emily Serena Halliwell

Mother, Monica Halliwell (nee Chandler) is an American pure-blood witch from Ipswich, Massachusetts. She was born in a matriarchal witch family, the Chandlers are Salem descendants, her mother Hazel Chandler is a pure-blood heiress, an aurologist and owns a luxury crystal business for non-maj and magical community, and a travelling socialite. She is very independent and never desired marriage but children, and chose her lover, a curse-breaker pure-blood, Spellman Goldstein, cousins to Tina and Queenie Goldstein. He is adventurous man who travels all over and loves women and liquor, he's good natured but never desired to be a husband or father, but he's in love with the spirited and independent, Hazel Chandler and agreed to giving her three children. Together they had Monica, Lorelei, and Amanda. He gives them money and gifts and sometimes shows up, but lisn't much of a father, just how Hazel likes it.

Monica was a Thunderbird at Ilvermorny and top of her class, she excelled at every subject.

After graduation she went to no-maj second education, getting a bachelor's in Anthropology at Harvard University, then went to Oxford University to get a bachelor's in Arts and Humanities, she lived with her Great Aunt Zelda who was always busy so she had the townhouse to herself. She took ballet classes as well as acting, she loved the muggle world and had to know everything about everything. Her Humanities professor, the handsome and popular, Dr. Darren Halliwell was intrigued by the mysterious American beauty, he's a viscount of Cotswolds as well, and tried to ignore how he felt about his favorite student, but eventually late nights happened and they couldn't resist each other.

They were serious for years and moved in together after dating for two years, after two years she told him she's a witch and he still loved her, when she was 34 and he was 44 they married despite his family being against it, and she became the Viscountess of Cotswolds.

She became a potioneer, alchemist, and Magical physician. They lived together at his manor in Cotswolds, she opened up a new age shop called The Bell, Booke, and Candle, for muggles, and for the wizarding community, in Diagon Alley, she opened up a sort of an apothecary called The White Cauldron.

They eventually had their daughter Emily.

At their home, Monica has a black goat called Lucifer, her own familiar a black cat named Grimalkin, her screech owl Lilith, a jackalope called Hy-Brasil, Darren has his white bavarian shepherd named Mayerling they all love and protects the home.

Emily has a black and red fox, named Salem, a vampire bat called Pyewacket, and a two white bunnies named, Lancelot and Tristan.

Emily is very good with creatures magical and non magical, same for plants.

She also has a knack for potions and divination is strong with her, she's a very traditional witch.

Emily can speak to animals

She's also good at wandcraft she made her own out of a jackalope horn given to her by her grandfather Spellman Goldstein, from a pet jackalope of his that passed, she used the nail of a werewolf for the core given to her by her Aunt Mandy who had a female werewolf love that gave it to her, and it's twelve inches, carved pagan symbols and vines into the wood and sprinkled crushed dust from Amethyst in it. The wand is best at healing, divination, curses, and jinxes.

She's a Hufflepuff but was almost a ravenclaw

She celebrates the pagan holidays

She worships the goddesses

Emily brings muggle things to school like her phone and airpods and hides them behind her hair

It drives Theo crazy when he calls her name and she can't hear him and he blames the muggles for it

Despite her blood status and house, Emily's friends are mainly in Slytherin.

In third year, Lavender Brown was teasing Pansy for being a lesbian, and Emily told Lavender off, and she snapped and gave her a burning jinx which she got detention for and house points deductions, but she didn't regret it and showed no remorse. She told Pansy that her aunt is a lesbian and told her she has her back, Pansy and her became best friends instantly.

The Slytherin boys shockingly took to Emily quickly learning she defended her quickly, despite everything. They liked that Emily didn't judge them.

Theodore was practically in love with Emily since first year, he doesn't have a good reason just that she intrigues him and she's beautiful, and the more he watched her the more he loved her, and when Cedric Diggory tried to cheat on Cho with Emily in fourth year, he sent him off the Astronomy Tower...he almost died....almost.

Emily always had a crush on Theodore Nott, who wouldn't? He's hot as fuck, she heard he's half Italian and fluent, and when she became apart of the snake pit she found out it was true, he's also brooding and has a hard time to open up like some romantic character from the books she reads. He's like Heathcliff.

He doesn't ever take to anyone new, but he took to her as soon as Pansy introduced her, they found that they could talk about anything together, he listened to her random ramblings about selkies, or new "movies" and "tv shows", she shared her music with him and because he doesn't speak much and she speaks a lot, it was just perfect.

When he started calling her Italian terms of endearment, she was a definite goner and no man could compare, she wanted Theodore Dante Nott more than anyone in the word.

[tellstales]

BASIC INFORMATION

Full Name: Rurik Stonebloom

Nickname(s): Doc

Age: 48

Home Realm: The Forest Glen (Snow White, etc.)

Gender: Cis Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Orientation: Demiromantic Demisexual

Occupation: Physician (Retired Monster Hunter)

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Hair Colour: Brunette with gray

Eye Colour: Blue-Green

Height: 4'8"

Weight: 130 lbs

Build: Muscular

Tattoos: Several scattered over his body.

Piercings: Both ears, septum, and nipples.

Clothing Style: Lots of sweaters/cardigans. :3

Usual Expression: Placid

Distinguishing Characteristics: A thick lil man, crooked teeth, bulbous nose.

HEALTH

Physical Ailments: Poor eyesight

Neurological Conditions: Dyslexia, Mild Aphasia

Allergies: None

Sleeping Habits: A surplus of Z’s

Eating Habits: Regularly and often

Exercise Habits: Minimal, couple times a week

Emotional Stability: 7/10

Sociability: He can be quite social.

Body Temperature: Hot-natured.

Addictions: Caffeine, Sugar

Drug Use: None

Alcohol Use: Social

PERSONALITY

Label: The Walking Disaster

Positive Traits: Loyal, self-aware, courageous, wise, magnanimous, understanding

Negative Traits: Clumsy, naive, credulous, easily lead, scatterbrained, oblivious

Goals/Desires: He wants everyone to be safe and happy.

Fears: Fire, something bad happening to his friends

Hobbies: Dancing, gardening

FAVOURITES

Weather: Sunny

Color: Red

Sport: Axe Throwing

Beverage: Mead

Food: Pork

Animal: Deer

FAMILY

Father: Stunton Bloomstone

Mother: Brielle Bloomstone

Sibling(s): 2 brothers, 3 sisters

Pet(s): None

Financial Status: Somewhat comfortable.

EXTRA

Zodiac Sign: Leo

MBTI: ENFP

Enneagram: Type Nine: The Achiever

Temperament: Sanguine

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Moral Alignment: Neutral Good

Primary Vice: Pride

Primary Virtue: Charity

Element: Fire

INTIMATE DETAILS

Position: Versatile, Bottom-leaning

Role: Switch

Size: 6 ¾”

Uncut: Yes

Cum: Excessive

Kinks: Kissing, Mutual Masturbation, Group Sex, Frottage, Snowballing, Armpits, Nipple Play, Oral Sex (Performing)

Anti-Kinks: Scat, Pain, Degradation, Humiliation

[theroundbartable]

Random ask, if Klance, Gajevy, and Merthur are going to Hogwarts, what houses do you think that will fit them (in your opinions)? Why?

Hmmm.... That's a very good question too.

1. Gajevy

Levy would definitely be a Ravenclaw. She's academic smart and solves riddles. She's pretty clearly a Ravenclaw.

Gajeel would, I think, be a Slytherin. Once he's decided on a family, he sticks to them. This has a little to do with my definition of Slytherins but I think Gajeel would be really family and blood oriented. If he can't have that, then he's going to stick to the group of people he accepts as family and goes way too far for them. It's what he did when we first see him. (I watched the show 10 years ago, I can't remember the guild name) but I remember that his entire life revolved around them and he simply accepted their guild rules as law.

My house definition on that note:

Hufflepuffs don't focus so much on blood/family relations and more on found family. Their friendship bonds are self made and soft.

Ravenclaws are study groups that help each other become smarter.

Gryffindors are friends who are willing to fight each other for their believes if necessary.

Slytherins stick to blood relations and accept tradition as law and would never stand up to one another. Nor are their relationships necessarily emotional or have specific goals. They stick together in order to stick together. That's why they are easier to manipulate.

2. Klance

Lance: Gryffindor. The reason for that is not necessarily that it's the house that fits him best but Lance would have chosen it. He has as much Hufflepuff energy as he is brave but he wants to be brave, wants to be a hero. So, naturally, the hat let him choose the house. And he grows really into that role.

Keith: Gryffindor. He's reckless, he's couragous and gets himself in trouble. He's always been a Gryffindor. And Lance hates to know that the hat didn't hesitate to put Keith there. That Keith is more of a Gryffindor than him. Keith doesn't really believe that he fits though.

However, I believe that both of them would be able to pull the sword from the hat. I might even argue that Lance would do it first.

3. Merthur

Oh.... Boy. This one is difficult, I swear.

Arthur is easily a Gryffindor. He's courage incarnate, whereelse would HE go? He's pulled the sword from the stone, he's a Pendragon, gold on red. That's a Gryffindor alright. (Although I would find it funny if he chose family over himself at the age of 11 and therefore lands in Slytherin on accident.)

Merlin, however.... Merlin could go anywhere.

Merlin is the bravest man Arthur has ever known. Merlin is smart (a physician). Merlin is accepting and trusting and he's also cunning and far too tied to his friends. The hat never needed longer to decide where to put him.

I have a few theories where Merlin would go, possibly.

A) if he knows Arthur is his destiny, he will follow him to Gryffindor.

B) if it's purely based on his characteristics and the hat gets to decide, he'd be a Slytherin. (Unless the hat has Kilgharrahs voice, then he'll be in Gryffindor again)

C) if Merlin chooses his own future, decides to focus on studying his magic, he'd go to Ravenclaw.

D) if Merlin can't decide, if the hat can't decide and Merlin doesn't want to give up on either of his characteristics, then the hat will put him in Hufflepuff to become an Allrounder.

That's my thoughts on this :) feel free to share yours as well ^^

[thedaveandkimmershow]

So what happened is that we got back from our Orlando vacation just about the time Kimmer's aunt had an accident. 

We were home on a Sunday and for a minute Kimmer was almost on a plane again Tuesday morning.

Almost.

Me, I didn't think this was that kind of emergency even though it turned out Kimmer absolutely had to go down to be with her aunt Jacquie.

So yeah. Tuesday was maybe yes maybe no and then probably later… by which time her aunt's body declared the problem and surgery was on the table. Well, not so much on the table as actively being served. Surgery was gonna happen.

Kimmer was on a plane Thursday afternoon and, a little over a week later, her aunt was in hospice care.

Hospice care.

And no. We don't know how long she has left. There is no steady, linear decline. Instead, there are days that defy what we know of Jacquie's cognitive state. It feels like wires are spontaneously connecting then reconnecting in her brain across the days and weeks. Some connections result in very poor cognitive and physical ability. Some connections result in her old self.

Her old self.

The one with memory.

The one who remembers people and their names.

The one who knows the connections between the current moment and the days leading up to it.

The one with actual long term memories.

The vibrant one.

Her old self.

I don't know what to tell you. The difference is stunning. And unprecedented in Kimmer's experience.

I actually asked.

Still, this is hospice and everything we know tells us this is the end. This is the final chapter of Jacquie's life.

We just don't know how long the chapter is.

And we definitely don't know if there's an epilogue.

The saving grace is that there's time to say goodbye. There's no emergency here. Just an intention by all of us to end well with her. Aunt. Mother. Grandmother.

So Kimmer's on a flight and down in Irvine that Thursday as I said. What I didn't say is that she basically took her work life and her school life with her. She continues to maintain her work schedule with client appointments online from different locations depending on the day and the hour. She's deeply into her doctoral program, reading, studying, writing papers, participating with her cohort in online classes, speaking with her professors, taking tests, and so on. 

The plot twist… is that she's Jacquie's medical advocate. She coordinates care with the surgeon, physician, medical staff, friends and family. She keeps family and friends up to date, she helps everyone navigate the complexities of Jacquie's health and the reality of her wishes. She researched hospice care. She interviewed social workers and hospice admins. She oversaw the move. And she's there every day.

Every day.

It's much, is my point.

It's very very very much.

Which brings to mind a lighthearted scene from Harry Potter & the Order of the Phoenix.

Don't you understand how Cho's feeling at the moment?" [Hermione] asked. "No," said Ron and Harry together. Hermione sighed and laid down her quill. "Well, obviously, she's feeling very sad, because of Cedric dying. Then I expect she's feeling confused because she liked Cedric and now she likes Harry, and she can't work out who she likes best. Then she'll be feeling guilty, thinking it's an insult to Cedric's memory to be kissing Harry at all, and she'll be worrying about what everyone else might say about her if she starts going out with Harry. And she probably can't work out what her feelings toward Harry are anyway, because he was the one who was with Cedric when Cedric died, so that's all very mixed up and painful. Oh, and she's afraid she's going to be thrown off the Ravenclaw Quidditch team because she's been flying so badly." A slightly stunned silence greeted the end of this speech, then Ron said, "One person can't feel all that at once, they'd explode." "Just because you've got the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn't mean we all have," said Hermione nastily, picking up her quill again.

Like I said, lighthearted. But the sentiment is dead on.

Because at what point does a person's head simply explode?

For now, we're simply happy for the inner strength that's in play here. We're fortunate for the inner strength that's in play here. We're enabled by the inner strength that's defining this final chapter.

The one in which we have the chance to say goodbye.

And end well.

🙂

[harrypotterhousequotes]

RAVENCLAW: Wir müssen wissen — wir werden wissen! (We must know — we will know!) –David Hilbert (Address to the Society of German Scientists and Physicians, in Königsberg [8 September 1930])

[ambiguoussorceress]

Came back basically from the dead to rant about something that isn't at all topical.

Merlin (from the bbc show) is a Slytherin 100%. I'm tired of reading fics that make him a Hufflepuff (or any other house). It really is annoying me, so I came here to lay out my points. Feel free to argue back, although I might not see it. I may be biased as a Slytherin, but I think I have some good points.

So let's first recognize how people think of him, and how he gets lumped in with other houses. Merlin's main character traits are as follows; Loyalty, secrecy, a goofy outward appearance, and some (not me exactly) might argue bravery. Let's quickly get what he obviously is not out of the way. Most people will agree that Merlin isn't a Gryffindor despite the assumption about his bravery. I think this is something we know through vibes. Merlin is not focused on glory or being a hero. And, I would argue that he isn't really that brave. I think most people associate Merlin with bravery because Arthur often refers to him that way. Why does Arthur think Merlin is brave? It's because he is a powerless man that followed them unarmed into battle on many occasions. Now run that back. Since we know the truth that Arthur didn't, I think you understand what I'm getting at. Merlin is a powerful sorcerer. The most powerful sorcerer. He has always had his magic to fall back on if things go south. And, I'd say that his magic is one of the few things he in self assured about. I would argue that Merlin walking onto the battle field is only scared for one thing and that's Arthur. We have never seen him do outright acts of bravery when you really think about it. In fact, a Gryffindor would have told Arthur about his magic way sooner. That would have taken some guts. Merlin literally only told him the truth on his death bed, and that was only because he had to.

Now onto Ravenclaw. People also tend to put him in this house in fics, but I don't think there is much evidence. I mostly assume the person doing it is either a Ravenclaw themselves, want more eagle representation, or they want to put him in a neutral house outside of the argument. Im not going to argue that Merlin is stupid or that he doesn't have what it takes to be a Ravenclaw or anything. But, I'd like you to really think about why you would associate him with 'the smart house'. Merlin is the Physician's assistant (which probably does take some brains granted), but does he ever show outright interest in it outside of what he has to do to earn his keep (and living quarters). It's not like he came to Camelot because he wanted to learn medicine. He is only shown going through books when he has to find something to protect Arthur or his friends. Even his magic book. I think there was lots of opportunities to show Merlin knowing things from previous studies or just actually studying, but you almost never see that unless he needs something specific. I would also argue that he isn't that creative. We see him mainly use the same spells throughout the show. I think a Ravenclaw would have shown a greater variety from memory even if there was some they fell back on. They also might use the same spells in different ways, but Merlin always uses spells in very straightforward ways. TLDR I would classify him as witty and wise, but he isn't the type to learn something for the sake of knowing.

Now let's look at the most contentious one-- Hufflepuff. This is the one most people put him in, and I don't blame them. One of his defining character traits is his loyalty to Arthur, and he has the vibes of a Hufflepuff (friendly, helpful, and a bit goofy). But, that is no Hufflepuff loyalty. I would like to point to the Slytherin trait of fraternity-- Loyalty with a more naferious name. So what is the difference between these two houses different brands of loyalty? Hufflepuff's are loyal as a general rule. They won't break a promise to any person regardless of closeness, and they will likely prioritize loyalties based on what's right or who will be the most hurt. Slytherins on the other hand will always prioritize what/who they consider theirs above anything else. I tend to think of this as a ranking system. My sisters are first rank so they will always come first, my parents the next, friends next, ect. Now think back to every loyal thing Merlin has done. He is generally a nice and helpful person. I won't deny that. However, its clear that he will ALWAYS prioritize Arthur above everyone else-- even above what he knows is the right thing to do. I could bring out evidence all day, but I only need this one to prove my point. Do you remember the episode (in season five I believe) where the triple goddesses try to force Arthur to choose between freeing magic or saving Mordred's life? Merlin had that opportunity. Arthur asked him what he should do and was very receptive to the idea of freeing magic. But, if Merlin chose magic Mordred would presumably live on to eventually kill Arthur (mind you this is based on prophesy not anything Mordred had done up to that point) . Merlin has to make that choice. His freedom and the freedom of countless others in the balance. Yet, he chooses Arthur. He proved that he would condemn a boy who has never done anything wrong, condemn thousands to death-- all only for Arthur. So Arthur could live. That, my friend, is a Slytherin brand of loyalty-- pragmatic yet hierarchical. I'd also like to add that, while he does have to do hard work, I wouldn't classify him as hard working. He is always willing to take a shortcut when given the opportunity. He is also often late or nowhere to be found. We know why, but I think someone hard working would at least ask someone to help with things he can't finish.

Now, when you add up all of the facts, Merlin is clearly a Slytherin. He is witty, often turns to being secretive even if he doesn't have to because it is easier, he has a Slytherin brand of loyalty, always willing to take shortcuts, and he must be ambitious with a lofty goal like keeping Arthur alive (and the whole freeing magic thing. I'd say that is one of his ambitions). So there you have it. If I haven't convinced you yet, feel free to make your arguments. I, however, am convinced. Also as a plus, Merlin is canonically a Slytherin in the HP universe (not that I am such a stickler for what's canon. Lets just have fun).

++ I forgot to add that as physicians apprentice, his main duty is making potions. Which house is best known for producing potioneers? That's right, Slytherin!

[endlessly-cursed]

FBWTFT- Jude Dubois

"𝙄 𝙖𝙢 𝙖 𝙡𝙖𝙬𝙮𝙚𝙧, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙬𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙢𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙞𝙩."

Name: Jude Thalissa Dubois 

Nicknames: Jude, Lisa 

Birthdate: 31st of May, 1909 

Zodiac Sign: Gemini 

Personality Type (MBTI): tbd 

Blood Status: Pureblood 

Nationality: British-French 

Physical Appearance

Hair: Brown 

Eyes: Blue 

Height: 1.60m 

Weight: 75kg 

Body Type: Average 

Skin Tone: Caucasian 

Distinguishing Marks (scars, birthmarks, etc.): A small birthmark on her hipbone 

Background

Jude Thalissa Dubois was born the 31st of May, 1909 of Philip Dubois and Adrienne Minville and was the second child and only daughter of the marriage. She had an older brother, Ètienne, who was three years her senior, and the roommate of her future husband. 

She grew up in Dubois manor and had a loving home and went to Hogwarts, being sorted into Ravenclaw and being a good student, though ofttimes she’d go to detention for being overly opinionated for a woman her age. Though her life took a turn at 21 when she met Lord Nigel Ashbourne, the son of the Duke of Sandringham. The two of them were ‘starcrossed’ lovers for a year until she announced she was pregnant. Nigel was outraged and accused her of seducing him and wanting to tie him down and shunned her. Jude closed herself off and vowed to never trust a wealthy, rich man ever again. 

Hometown

Dubois manor did not have the grandeur of other houses nor was considered fully pureblood, but their wealth and relevance in the profession of physicians in St. Mungo’s and legislators made them respectable enough. It is big enough for hosting 35 people including the Dubois family. She grew up in the centre of Dublin, in Ireland, though she was raised by British and French nannies. 

Family

Mother: Adrienne Malia Minville 

A respectable Frenchwoman and daughter of the Headmistress of the Beauxbatons academy, she studied there and belonged into Ombrelune, where she excelled at everything and soon at 14 her parents arranged a marriage to Philip Dubois, who was two years her junior. She was reluctant, but accepted it with the poise of the era. The two of them corresponded for years until Philip came of age and met. It was instant love. They married on August 1905 and had their first child, Étienne, in 1906 and three years later had their only daughter Jude. Jude’s mother was her role model and the two of them loved each other dearly. 

Father: Philip Tristan Dubois 

Philip was the second child of Tristan Dubois, an early retired physician and grew up being bred to be the perfect man of his era and overshadow his sister. At 11, he was engaged to Adrienne Minville, a Frenchwoman he’d never met before and who was three years his senior. He was sorted into Slytherin and followed into his father’s footsteps until he discovered his tyranny and abuse during his engagement after seeing how his sister was treated. He broke ties with his father and never spoke to him again. He married Adrienne out of love in the end and had two children with her, Étienne and Jude. 

Aunt: Blanche Davinia Dubois  

The most beautiful woman of her age, she was bred to be a submissive and obedient wife, but rebelled and retaliated in spite of her father. She became instead independent and one of the best equestrian of her time and tried to marry on her own terms, but her father threatened to do damage to her loved ones and lock her away forever. Fearful, she agreed to his terms. However, on her sixth year, her lover Lionel Astor stepped in and convinced her father that he was a far more suitable groom, and charmed by the boy, granted him her hand in marriage. They married when Blanche was 20 and had three children and a very successful marriage. Jude’s aunt was her role model and one of the most important and influential women in her life. 

Brother: Ètienne Dubois: 

Jude loved her brother greatly and admired him, even though they collided for many things, but the siblings got on well. When Jude was pregnant of her son Joseph, despite his own opinions on the matter, he was supportive of her and adored little Joseph very much. 

Son: Joseph Dubois 

Though he was a small child thorought the events, he was Jude’s pillar and is the direct ancestor of the will become Cursebreaker Isabelle Dubois and her infamous brother Jacob. He grew up with two ambitious parents and who knew their rights, and after travelling the world with his mother, he decided to become an Auror, helping people and when he became old, he took his (step)father’s work and continued it. 

Hogwarts

House: Ravenclaw 

Best Class: Study of Ancient Runes and Arithmancy 

Worst Class: Divination 

Boggart: Something happening to her baby 

Riddikulus: The baby becomes a clown 

Patronus: kangoroo 

Patronus Memory: Hearing her son’s laugh 

Mirror of Erised: Herself with her son and her family and loved ones 

Amortentia (what she smells like): coconut perfume, jello, freshly made bread, rosewater, honey and coffee 

Amortentia (what she smells): parchment, expensive cologne, ink, whiskey, old books, expensive cologne, blueberries and freshly cut grass

Career

11-18: Hogwarts student

19-22: Spinster

23-48: Lawyer and part-time judge 

50-64: Stay-at-home grandmother

65+: Retiree

Personality & Attitude

Priorities: Her son, her family and her safety 

Strengths: Witty, eloquent, verbose, loving and fiercely loyal 

Weaknesses: Proud, closed-off, stubborn and can have a temper and be too opinionated 

Stressed: When her baby’s not well, during a tough case and during the events of Fantastic Beasts 

Calm/Comforted: With her baby in her arms, with her husband, laughing with her aunt 

Favorites

Colors: navy blue, white, grey, green and black 

Weather: Drizzle 

Hobbies: Reading, learning, debating and dancing in cabarets 

Fashion: Her fashion is a serious and a bit uptight, showing her profession, though during her holidays and days off her style is more daring and bold, showing off her confidence and how comfortable she is on her own skin. 

Relationships

Significant Other/Love Interest: Caspar Sidney Brokenshire (boyfriend, eventual husband) @cursebreakerfarrier​

Jude had always been aware of Caspar’s existence, however, she did not pay any mind to him till later, when she turned 24 and Joseph was one year old. The two of them started to interact due to having similar jobs and the two of them connected well and she was touched that he was fond of her son. Some months later, he asked her on a date, but she declined, fearful of being hurt again, for the Brokenshires were very rich and influential, However, months later, she decided to give him a chance and the two of them started dating. When Joseph was only three, they got engaged and a year later were married. 

Friends: Violet Selwyn-Ellison (best friend) @thatravenpuffwitch​

Violet and Jude met when they were placed on the same dorm and the two of them cliqued instantly, resulting in Jude visiting the Selywn-Ellisons and Violet visiting the Dubois, making both families good friends. They were each other’s best friend, being the other’s maids of honour and godmother of Joseph, much to her mother and aunt’s chagrin. 

Rivals: Nigel Ashbourne 

The biological father of Joseph, it went from admiration to true hatred, though hers was more intense. He grew up to be megalomaniac, entitled, proud, jealous and very narcissistic. The moment Jude told him she was pregnant, he accused her of being a gold-digger and wanting to tie him down with ‘some bastard that wasn’t even his’. Five years later, he sued Jude for the custody of Joseph at the lack of an heir, thinking he’d win for being a nobleman and duke. However, he was no match for Jude and Caspar, and even a young Joseph expressed that he wished to remain with Jude and that his father was Caspar, not Nigel. 

Trivia

She’s one of the most brilliant women of her time 

She reads extensively and most of her readings are philosophy, but she also loves a good romance book and essays made by women. 

She met Simone de Beauvoir and Virginia Woolf and the two of them exchanged ideas and thoughts 

At forty she wrote her own philosophical law book that was mandatory in Hogwarts and those who wanted to work at the ministry. 

She was proposed to be Minister of Magic, but she said that while the offer was tempting, her husband Caspar was the one who she trusted to make a better job than her. 

Because of her, many misogynistc laws and customs were prohibited and outlawed and changed the lifestyle in England. 

When Joseph came of age, they travelled around the world for him to see his chances at a changed, new world. 

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Sorting “Firefly”

Malcolm Reynolds is our go-to example for the Burned Hufflepuff Primary. Look at him in the war—his faith isn’t in the righteousness or the cause, but their people: Hear that? That’s our angels coming.

Mal has a big heart, and he wants to both help and to believe in other people. (This is one of the reasons River is so vital to him—but we’ll talk about that later). Mal after the war is no different in what he wants—he’s just had to settle, injured, for a smaller world. “You’re on my crew,” he tells a bewildered Simon. (Simon’s Slytherin is absolutely flabbergasted by Mal’s stubborn loyalties to him and River, which is based in their need and their being part of the family, where Simon’s loyalties are razor-edged and individualistic). Because this is Mal—he can’t love the whole world anymore, or even just the Browncoats, because he knows that would destroy him—it already almost did. But he can love his crew. He can make Serenity a home.

His Puff shows up in other places, too, sneaking past the Slytherin model he’s used to keep himself alive and sane after the breaking of his too-big heart. He gives the medicines back in "Train Job", risking Niska’s wrath. Zoe, who first fell into step behind a Hufflepuff years ago, questions him about it in the movie—an unburned Mal, the one from the war, would never have left a man behind. This Mal shot him (a mercy) to save his crew. That prioritizing (or, rather, the instantaneous decision of it) points to his Slytherin model—but it eats Mal up the way it would never eat up Simon (“Remember, River, it’s okay to leave them to die.”). Mal wishes, deeply, quietly, that he could save everyone. But war and loss burned his young, faithful Hufflepuff into a man who thinks one of the basic truths of the universe is that you can’t save everyone and it will destroy you to try. So he’s sunk his stake into these eight Serenity-boarded souls and decided it’s enough.

This is one of the things that makes his relationship with River so interesting. The Burned Puff knows he should not be trusting and investing in this broken bird and her 'verse-wide bounty, her untrustworthy triggers and destructive lethality. But in letting them stay in the pilot, in pulling her back to the ship in "Objects in Space", in joining her crusade in "Serenity", he defies all these hard lessons he’s learned and he trusts her, he fights for her, he believes. The last moment of the Firefly filmed universe is Mal Reynolds teaching River how to fly.

For a definition of teach, anyway.

For secondary—Mal’s a Gryff. “If I shoot you,” he told Simon, “you’ll be awake, you’ll be facing me, and you’ll be armed.” Badger mocks him for it in the pilot— Mal wants the world to be honorable. He wants to be fighting the good fight, and he wants to do it in the good ways. Gryffindor Secondaries are an interesting mix of stand-up integrity and mischievous, even deceitful rule-breaking and chaos (think Fred and George). These potentially conflicting traits fall to this: Gryffindor Secondaries are self-defined. Their integrity and their honesty is a deal with themselves, not others. They stand firm to their own rules, but find other people’s or organizations’ [rules] insignificant, or even downright offensive.

The other Secondaries all can and do break rules—a Slytherin Secondary might play the system, a Hufflepuff Secondary might invest in it, a Ravenclaw might find its loopholes—but a good rule of thumb for identifying a Gryffindor Secondary is this: is rule-breaking a tool? Or is it a personality trait?

Simon, who destroyed his whole life to get to River, and was willing to let Kaylee (the epitome of the innocent bystander) bleed out in order to keep his sister safe, is a Slytherin Primary. He looks slightly Puff occasionally—this is because he’s tied part of his worth to the Puff-like doctrine of a surgeon: service and "do no harm". You see it when he saves the patient on Ariel and then chews the attending physician out, offended to his core. These are beliefs he holds close to himself, that help define him—but at Simon’s core, no matter how Ravenclaw-clever or kindly, even bumblingly Hufflepuff he can seem, he puts his people first and he loses no sleep over that.

He’s got a Ravenclaw Secondary—asked to describe his usefulness, Simon would first and foremost claim his intelligence. The Ravenclaw Secondary, which likes systems and patterns (though not necessarily the ones presented to or expected from it) might be part of why the elegant simplicity of the surgeon’s creed appeals to him.

Simon’s got a Slytherin model on top of his Slytherclaw heart, which I suspect he learned from his dad. The Ravenclaw/Slytherin combo in the Secondary/model space (in either order) often looks a little bit like a criminal mastermind (or someone who wants to be one, anyway). When Simon is uncomfortable, falling back on his model, he starts to look a bit like a plotting villain—in the pilot, on Ariel, and at the beginning of "Serenity", the movie.

Zoe is a Gryffindor Primary who really likes Hufflepuffs (see: Mal, Wash). Like Mal, she’s been burned by the war. But Puff Primary Mal has become disillusioned by a cruel 'verse that requires you to abandon some people to save others. He has lost faith in both the fairness of the universe and his own ability to make it more fair. And Zoe, a burned or “stripped” Gryff, has lost faith in her own ability to tell right from wrong. She’s not deeply burned—more a light char—but instead of trusting her own gut these days, she trusts Mal’s. Her internal moral compass feels like it’s gone awry or silent. She feels lost. This is a Stripped Gryffindor, and it’s not uncommon for a Stripped Gryffindor to try to find their morality somewhere outside themselves. Zoe finds hers in Mal.

Part of it is that she knew him in the war when he was fearless, his Puff effortless, and because it’s easy for her to fall into the structured hierarchy of their roles—sergeant or captain. She has given him not just practical but also moral authority. She questions him, but she trusts him in the end, almost always. And, though it's framed within the “sir” and the war, the reason for it lies on the quality of Mal himself. Zoe would never give her allegiance to anyone who did not deserve it. But she feels she cannot trust her own internal compass, so instead she trusts Mal’s heart.

For Secondary: Zoe does not charge, comfort, or connive. She’s straightforward because it’s useful, not because it’s a moral imperative. Ravenclaw Secondary, I think—compare [Zoe] with Mal’s Gryff Secondary in the “tin of beans” flashback in "The Message". Where Mal shouts and hollers and charges—a different school of thought—Zoe is organized, efficient, deliberate (and deadly).

The way Inara freaks out and skedaddles when she realizes how important the Serenity crew (and esp. Mal) have become to her—that is a Slytherin Primary trying so hard to “petrify”. She’s mourning Nandi and she’s mourning herself, and she just wants everything to stop hurting.

Inara looks a lot like a Puff Secondary, because she performs Hufflepuff so damn well, but she’s actually a Slytherin Secondary. In her introductory scene, on the job, we get snatches of her inner thoughts while she smiles and pours tea. She’s sighing, shifting, rolling her eyes. There’s clearly a disconnect between how she feels about this man and what she’s doing.

A Slytherpuff Inara (which, on the very surface, would look very similar to most of her behaviour) would have to convince herself to “mean” the affection for her clients, even if only for the allotted time slot. Eye-rolling, internal or external, wouldn’t happen until she was back on the ship, curled up with Kaylee, telling stories, and that’s if the eye-rolling happened at all.

Inara talks like that, though—that she chooses people she ‘connects’ with, that kind of thing. She’s got a lot of respect and wishfulness when it comes to Hufflepuff, which I think is where she bonds best with Book—he performs Puff, too, and wishes that giving warmth was closer to his core.

When Inara’s with the crew, she tends to live in her Ravenclaw model, giving off an impression of precision, clarity, and certainty. Her Ravenclaw model and Mal’s Gryffindor Secondary, both strident Idealist houses, like to have sparring matches/bonding times while their Loyalist House Primaries make doe-eyes at each other. Dweebs.

Jayne Cobb displays neither a Slytherin Primary’s strong loyalty drive, a Hufflepuff’s need-based service, or a Ravenclaw’s Constructed, systematized morality. He appears to be a Gryffindor Primary whose Felt morality is “whatever I want.” If you read him really complexly, you could maybe imagine a Ravenclaw Primary there, who’s settled on that morality of self-serving ruthlessness. But moments like the one where he joins up with Serenity—he shoots both his buddies on Mal’s suggestion—suggest against that. The betrayal doesn’t make Ravenclaw any more unlikely than Gryffindor, but the instantaneous decision to make a moral choice he’d never considered or run through his system before suggests that his is an intuitive “gut” morality—just a really unsavory one.

His selfishness looks temptingly like a Slytherin Primary, but he lacks any of the loyalty. He’ll betray anyone, and it doesn’t seem to be because he’s Petrified—he still likes and bonds with people and cares not just practically but emotionally about what they think of him (his plea to Mal not to tell the others about his betrayal in Ariel). But when push comes to shove, he doesn’t seem to care. A Gryffindor, then, just an ugly one. Sorry, Gryffindors.

His Secondary, though, we think is Slytherin. He looks a lot like a blunt Gryffindor Secondary, but it’s just his Slytherin Secondary’s Neutral State, which he likes to live in and which shares the blunt and even abrasive honesty and delighted tactlessness of some Gryffindor Secondaries. When Jayne needs to lie, deceive, connive, or betray, he does it easily and without a touch of dismay. He schemes and jockeys for advantage. He’s a good example of the uglier stereotypes of a Slytherin Secondary. Sorry, Slytherins.

Kaylee Frye is a Gryffindor Primary like Jayne and Zoe, but where Jayne’s is self-serving and Zoe’s is quietly shattered, Kaylee’s shines bright through her Hufflepuff Secondary. She community-builds like nobody’s business and even her technical prowess is described in terms of intuitive empathy.

In the episode where they pick up Simon and River, she’s sitting outside Serenity asking people why she should let them onto her ship. Why they want to be on her ship. And the only answer she accepts, Book’s, is a philosophy of wandering and traveling that sits close to her heart. It’s a Gryffindor recognizing someone who looks to share her view of the world. It’s a Gryffindor who’s bonding over shared ideas and ideals. And what does she do with this information? She brings Book aboard the ship. ‘Welcome to the family, you share our philosophies, and I think we’ll get along great.’

One of the (many) ways she does her part on Serenity is by community building with people who are good, who are worth getting to know, who are interesting. Who aren’t just picking their ship because it’s a ship that they happened to see, but because they’re able to pick up on that something special that Kaylee values so much about Serenity.

Book is a Fallen Ravenclaw with a Slytherin Secondary and a Hufflepuff performance. He’s devoted himself to the truth of the Word, of the Bible, of his religion, in a Constructed way that is certainly prioritizing truth, and that’s one of the reasons that he bonds with River (who’s also a Ravenclaw Primary), but is also a little stressed when she’s gone through his book and pointed out all the contradictions and failures of it. Look at these patterns of numbers, she says, and Book says: wait no that’s my system of truth what are you doing to it.

His willingness to bend even his Ravenclaw rules, though, like when he shoots someone in the kneecap and shrugs off the “but you’re religious!” protests of the crew. The book didn’t say anything about that specific part of the body, so it’s fine. That’s a Slytherin Secondary playing the letter of the law if I’ve ever seen one. His truth never stopped being important to him, but he doesn’t feel bad for the compromise he made, either.

The kindness he shows, the adherence to fairness and kindness, is his Ravenclaw Primary deciding that it is proper and correct to treat people with the respect of a Hufflepuff. There’s an argument for that Hufflepuff being a model, actually, because of just how important that kindness seems to be to him, but he doesn’t seem to ever have moral issues with abandoning it temporarily. That might be part of his Slytherin Secondary, but it seems more likely to me that while his Ravenclaw has decided it’s very important for him to perform Hufflepuff, he doesn’t actually understand on a felt, intrinsic level why Hufflepuff is so important. It’s not close to his heart—it’s close to his truth.

Wash is a hard Sort, because you can read or not read so many different depths to him. Is he really as utterly transparent as he seems? He looks like a Hufflepuff Primary, but maybe he’s a Ravenclaw with a loud model—because if he’s a straight up Puff, then the boy wears his heart and thoughts on his sleeve all the time.

But Zoe has a pattern—she likes Puffs—so we’re gonna go with that. Wash really is that honest and straightforward, his emotions obvious on his face. I think someone with the sort of built layers that are easy (but not necessary) to read into Wash wouldn’t be the kind [of person] Zoe would fall in love with. She likes hearts that know what they’re doing, that are instinctual in their kindnesses. Wash is himself, all the time, and that self plays with dinosaurs, loves his wife, and headbutts with Mal over ethics with the thoughtless confidence of two Puffs who disagree.

Ravenclaw Secondary—he’s quirky, delights in sarcasm and wit even when what he’s trying to be is kind. His Puff center makes his Secondary look a lot warmer than Stripped Gryffindor Zoe’s Ravenclaw Secondary, but the fact that this couple shares a Secondary makes sense.

We think River was originally a Ravenclaw/Ravenclaw with a Slytherin model and a Ravenclaw performance—basically, as a kid she modeled Simon’s Slytherclaw. She’s not Slytherin, but she finds comfort in Slytherin loyalty and she often sees the world through that lens—an emphasis on interpersonal connection, a sense of “mine first,” and loyalties owed. By the time she’s on Serenity, however, she’s been rubbed so raw she doubts her Slytherin model. (“I didn’t think you’d come for me.” “Dummy,” says Slytherclaw Simon, who never could have done anything else.) And she has almost entirely dropped the show-off Claw performance of the little girl who corrected her big brother’s spelling. As the show goes on, she grasps more and more of her Slytherin model: she gets to bring back one of her layers, regain her trust in Simon’s Slytherin, rebuild her model of a world in which one universal truth is that her brother will always come for her.

But River’s drives and connection to the world are understanding it. She wants to know what’s going on, both in the observant, academic sense of the Ravenclaw Secondary and the more abstract Ravenclaw Primary—she’s looking for purpose, shoulds and shouldn’ts, for identity. A Slytherin Primary in her situation might have attached themselves to Simon like a baby sloth. A young Gryffindor might be reactive, responding with their gut, or perhaps cynical and shattered after their selves had been so invaded. In rebuilding, a Gryffindor would be looking for something inside themselves, a sense of solidity, a sense of purpose—River is looking outside. A Hufflepuff Primary might have clearer eyes for the people of the ship; but River views them with a detached interest. There is genuine affection there, but when it comes to River feeling steady in the world, she’s almost more interested in the engines than the crew—not their mechanics, but the beat of them. She’s a romantic sort of Ravenclaw Primary, sure, but she’s got a need for systems to build and inhabit. Her sense of reality has been shattered and the first thing that gives her some peace and stability is this: not safety, certainty, or community, but a sense of knowing what is going on.

River’s trying to figure out how this all works, and the heart of this show (because River more than any of them lives in the meta text) is Serenity.

River’s trying to find a base from which she can build. Her world, her models, and her ability to perceive and believe reality have been shattered. Mal pulls her back to the ship at the end of the last episode—it’s a homecoming, yes, but perhaps more than that he’s giving her a place to stand. That episode is easily Firefly’s most existential/meta, and it’s fitting that we start it with River detached from reality—ocean wave audio, mistaking a gun for a fallen branch, pushed to untrusted outskirts—and that we end it with River landing firmly, feet first, on Serenity, beaming through her suit visor.

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Paging Healer Malfoy // Chapter Three - How To Save A Life (D.M.)

A/N: CHAPTER THREE! This is a loaded chapter. We see a lot of Draco’s centre as a Healer through this; we see just how his job affects him. So there’s a lot in this. This, so far, is my favourite chapter and I know I say that about everything I write, but I am so ridiculously happy with how this has turned out. So please, if you read, like/reblog/comment - let me know what you think whether it’s just a keyboard smash or a whole essay, I eat that stuff for breakfast, dinner, tea.

Summary: A promise Draco made to himself when he first became a Healer is broken - smashed to pieces in front of him, and he doesn't think he can fix it.

Warnings: angst, death, grief, a large time skip - looking at months, arguments, feelings, crying.

Word count: 4.3k

Prologue// Chapter One// Chapter Two

January gets off to an interesting start. It always does when Draco works the New Year’s shift; drunk witches and wizards entering the emergency room with alcohol poisoning or injuries they have no recollection of getting. (Y/N) had covered Christmas Day so he could spend it with his family, as per demanded by Narcissa, but he had covered Boxing Day and New Year’s to repay for that favour. He doesn’t mind it either; he would rather be working than sitting in his empty flat with nothing but his insomnia to keep him company.

Draco has always liked January; the idea of new beginnings sits with him, offering him the opportunity to start again from scratch and build himself up.

His New Year’s Resolution for this year is for him to finally be honest with (Y/N) about his feelings.

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January always brings with it the coldest weather despite the knowledge that spring is just around the corner. It brings with it red noses, warm scarves, and dragon’s breath.

He stands with Vera at the admit desk; going through their latest stock intake and what they would need to order more of if the flu season should continue well into February.

“Is that my favourite Healer?” A feminine voice sings out from behind them.

Draco spins around; a smile already crossing his face, “Violet! What are you doing here? Is isn’t a dialysis day?”

She shakes her head; holding up the pager she has carried with her since she was nineteen years of age, “I was sitting down to breakfast and this went off.”

Draco’s eyes grow wide, “It went off?”

Violet nods rapidly, “It went off, so I pushed my breakfast away, grabbed my suitcase and rang Jonathan from the tube.”

Draco claps his hands together in delight, “That’s great news. Did they say you were to get prepped down here?”

She nods, “A Dean Thomas rang me as I was on my way here. Told me to get the initial tests done here and then he’ll come fetch me when the kidney has arrived.”

Draco makes his way around the desk; holding out a hand for her to shake, “I’m so happy for you, Violet.”

“Thank you, Draco.”

He leads Violet into an empty exam room; making sure that there would be no-one to bother her as she waits for the green light to be taken upstairs.

“How are you feeling?” Draco asks quietly; calculating Violet’s blood pressure.

Violet releases a long sigh of relief, “Happy. Scared. Relieved. Nervous.”

Draco laughs, “That’s a lot for one person to be feeling.”

She smiles; eyes shining with unshed tears, “We’ve just been waiting for so long.”

And she has. Draco had treated her all those years ago when she was rushed in by her then-boyfriend Jonathan. Violet had been feeling ill for over a month; it had started with shortness of breath, and then she started losing weight but retaining water in her ankles and feet leaving them swollen as well as complaining about blood in her urine.

Having had enough, Jonathan rushed her to St. Mungo’s where Draco saw her and diagnosed her with kidney failure. She hadn’t even known she had kidney disease; feeling well enough to continue her active lifestyle and her work as a teacher.

From there, Draco had placed her on the transplant list – desperate for a match for a nineteen year old who still had her whole life to live. She hadn’t been out of Hogwarts a year; still very much a Ravenclaw through and through. After that, Draco had her assigned to dialysis which was where he saw her so often that a friendship struck up between him, her and Jonathan.

Draco finishes his examination of Violet; sending off samples of her blood to the lab to be checked for anything he hadn’t picked up. He smiles down at her, “I think you’re getting a new kidney today.”

The smile that breaks out across Violet’s face is blinding; pure happiness personified as if the very sun was sitting in this very exam room.

“Have you told Jonathan?”

Violet nods; her curls bouncing with the movement of her head, “He’s on his way. I think he’s more excited than I am.”

Draco laughs, “I can believe it. Alright, I’ll let you get settled whilst I go ring surgery and see how long it’s going to take.”

Violet smiles, and Draco briefly wonders whether her cheeks already hurt from the happiness shown on her face. “I’ll be back to see you soon,” He says as goodbye; heading straight for the nearest phone to pester Dean Thomas.

(Y/N) joins him at the admit desk a short while after Draco has left Violet.

“Will Dean be coming down to get her himself?,” A pause, “Thank you, Shirley,” Draco answers, putting down the phone.

“I see Violet is finally getting her transplant.”

Draco smiles; eyes flashing towards Violet in exam room four, “She’s been on the waiting list for over three years.”

“You’re happy for her?”

“I was the one to diagnose the kidney failure. She has been through numerous false alarms; the false hope of getting a kidney to find out its been donated elsewhere. I have sat with her through her dialysis when her fiancée couldn’t make it because of work. Yes, you could say I am happy for her.”

“You seem to have struck up quite a friendship,” She comments lightly; reading over an old chart.

Draco rolls his eyes, “It’s hard not when I see her so often and I’m her primary physician.”

(Y/N) sighs; not missing the undercurrent of warning in Draco’s tone, “Well I wish her all the best.”

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Dean Thomas had trained with Draco, but rather than continuing in the emergency room, Dean had chosen to go into surgery. He had done well for himself; he had quickly risen through the ranks on the surgical floor, having a knack for putting people back together again.

Arriving in the emergency room, Dean greets Draco with a large smile and a handshake, “It’s been too long, Malfoy. When are you next coming out with the lads?”

Draco laughs, “When Weasley can admit he can’t handle his firewhisky.”

“So never then?”

Both men laugh. Thinking back to the same night where Ron had gotten so drunk on the stuff that he performed his and Hermione’s song outside their window at nearing three in the morning. Other than disturbing the nightlife of urban London, Ron had woken up a very sleep-deprived Hermione.

Dean shakes his head; still chuckling, “How’s our patient?”

Draco smiles, “Brilliant. The perfect candidate; all her tests came back with no signs of trouble.”

Dean rubs his hands together, “That’s what I like to hear. Where is she?”

“Exam room four. I’ll take you there now.”

In the time that Draco has made his phone calls and seen other patients, Violet’s fiancée, Jonathan has arrived with a bouquet of pale pink roses, it seems. He stands upon the entrance of Dean and Draco but does not let his hand leave Violet’s. He smiles at both of them, “Draco, Healer Thomas – this is it, huh?”

Dean nods; smiling, “This is it,” He looks towards Violet, “How are we feeling? Are you ready?”

Violet nods once; firm, decided, “I’m ready.”

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Dean helps the porters move Violet to the surgical floor; Jonathan following with his bouquet of pale pink roses, whispering words of luck quietly. It’s a touching sight to see; the love they feel for each other written so clearly over their faces.

Draco knows (Y/N) joins him to watch them take Violet up; it’s hard to ignore her presence, the usual scent of lilies and citrus wafting over him, sending his heart racing.

“She’ll be okay, Draco,” (Y/N) murmurs; her eyes on the couple waiting to get into the lift.

Draco nods; turning to face (Y/N), “I know she will.”

(Y/N) reaches out to poke his cheek, “Then look like you believe it.”

Draco catches her finger with his hand; holding onto it for a minute, “I do believe it.”

Something passes over (Y/N)’s face that Draco can’t define; he drops her finger, clearing his throat at the strange atmosphere that has settled over them. “How busy are you today?” He asks, in the hopes of dispelling the awkward fog between them.

(Y/N) shakes her head as if coming out of a trance, “Not overly. Four patients so far and a capable trainee not demanding my attention every minute. Why do you ask?”

Draco shrugs, “Wanted to see if you would be free for lunch in an hour or two.”

(Y/N) smiles, “I’ll make time for you, Draco.”

Draco places a hand on his heart, “Then I should be so grateful as to buy the lunch.”

(Y/N) grins wickedly, “If you’re paying then I’m definitely making time.”

Draco gasps and (Y/N) starts to laugh in earnest; covering her mouth as she snorts. She shakes her head, laughing fit subsiding, “Let me know when you’re free and we’ll grab some food.”

He smiles at her, “Sounds like a plan.”

(Y/N) touches his shoulder, her fingers lingering, before leaving; needing to see patients and catch up on charts as well as keeping an eye on her trainee. A simple touch and it sends Draco’s heart rate through the roof; such a gentle touch but one that felt like it held so much promise. It had lingered slightly, and Draco wondered whether that was how lovers touched each other when saying goodbye. Either way, he so desperately wanted to know. He thinks back to his New Year’s Resolution; beginning to think that just maybe it’s time to tell the truth.

Draco shakes his head at the plan starting to form in his head; of questions and answers, of dimly lit restaurants and kisses against front doors. With a yearning filled sigh, he goes in search of a trainee, needing a distraction from his wandering mind.

Jude Prewett had proved herself highly independent within her first week of working in the emergency room; having hailed from a long line of Healers, she understood the role she played, but also lived with a huge weight on her shoulders in trying to fill shoes that had been worn so many times before.

Draco finds her with a patient; gathering their history before asking any further questions for their visiting St. Mungo’s today.

She startles slightly at his presence in the room, but soon settles quickly. “What do we have, Healer Prewett?”

“Jonah Ashford, 67 years old. He complains of shortness of breath upon initial examination.”

Draco nods; happy so far, “What have you gathered from his history?”

Jude raises an eyebrow, but nevertheless, continues, “Mr. Ashford has a history of asthma along with brief spells of dizziness that come on suddenly. These spells tend to last fifteen minutes each time and come and go when they please.”

Draco leans against the wall; happy to let Jude continue, “What are you thinking first?”

“He isn’t having an asthma attack though he does need a refill of his medication which I will give him a prescription for. I am concerned about the dizziness and how often it comes on.”

Draco looks towards the patient, “When was your last dizzy spell, Mr. Ashford?”

Mr. Ashford frowns; thinking back, “Last night.”

Draco nods, “Are you getting enough to eat and drink?”

Mr. Ashford looks down, “I try, but I find it hard to remember. My wife, Lacey, used to cook and clean. I lost her last year, and it’s been hard to find a routine when everything reminds me of her.”

Both Draco and Jude nod understandingly; both sad at Mr. Ashford’s story though it’s something they see often. Widows who simply desire company; who can no longer sit in their empty houses and watch time tick by.

“Have you got this?” Draco asks Jude. She nods; eyebrows furrowed as if to say she had this before he interrupted.

“Excuse me, Mr. Ashford,” Draco hears Jude say, “I won’t be a moment.”

Draco pauses outside the exam room; letting Jude catch-up to him. “Healer Malfoy?” She asks.

“Yes, Jude?”

“Is it just me you’re checking in on?” Jude asks; concern lacing her voice.

Draco shakes his head with a smile, “I check in on everyone. I’m checking on Healer Shannon after this. Don’t worry, Jude. You’re doing well.”

Jude relaxes and smiles; relief now evident in her tone, “Alright. Thanks, Healer Malfoy.”

Draco laughs, “It’s fine, Jude. Go,” He nods towards Mr. Ashford, “Continue with your patient.”

Making his rounds of the floor, Draco is relieved to see that the trainees are more than content to work with supervision from their assigned attendings. No complaints from either parties which makes Draco’s life a little easier when it comes to the reviews in just a couple of weeks.

He starts to collect patients to keep his mind off ringing the surgical floor immediately. He rings once, and they update him – Violet has just gone in, it looks to be going to fine, and then he makes himself wait to ring again.

“Draco,” Her voice sings; pulling him from his daydreaming as he sits at the admit desk.

He checks his watch, then checks the clock hung on the wall, “Is it that time already?”

(Y/N) nods; a large smile on her face, “And I do believe you said you would pay.”

He pats his pocket, checking for his wallet, “I do believe I said that. Come on then, let’s go eat.”

She hooks her arm through his. Draco has to resist the urge to pull her in further; to kiss her senseless. “I’m fancying chips, what about you?” She asks; ripping him from his yearning.

He shrugs, “I’ll have to have a look when we get there.”

She frowns, “Are you still worried?”

Draco shakes his head, “No. I’m not,” Then he smiles, “But I am hungry, so hurry your butt up, will you?”

(Y/N) snorts but fastens her pace, nonetheless.

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After the third time, Draco rang the surgical floor, they refused to accept any calls from him. Instead, ghosting his calls in order to annoy him further. Draco hadn’t worried; not through lunch with (Y/N) and not as he continues to see patients.

Draco can’t help but continue to glance at the clock; it has been well over the allotted time to complete a kidney transplant. Worry now settles deep within Draco’s gut, but he tries to remain positive as he flits about the emergency room; taking on as many cases as possible in order to keep the worry at bay.

It’s when he sees Dean get off the lift that Draco has any idea what’s happened. Dean looks tired and beaten down; as if all the fight has left him through the last few hours. With a nod of his head, Dean gestures to an empty exam room for Draco to join him in.

Taking a deep breath, Draco steels himself for what he’s about to hear. He knew Dean’s tactics from training and from seeing him work on the surgical floor; he would never let anyone else deliver the news of a patient to friends and family.

From the expression on Dean’s face, it doesn’t look to be good news, “Draco, I’m sorry.”

Draco nods; sadness settling like a boulder in his gut, “What happened?”

Dean looks reluctant to say, but he sighs and replies, “Cardiac arrest two hours in. We tried for half an hour to bring her back.”

All his life, Draco had seen signs that witches and wizards were not immortal – he had survived a devastating war; he worked in a profession where death stalked the halls like a hunter finding its prey. And yet, he had hope for Violet. He had hope that the transplant would be a success and she would go on to live a long and healthier life with her fiancée.

In the span of a single surgery; the hope had been crushed by the skeletal hands of the reaper that wanders the halls of the hospital, collecting souls.

Dean claps Draco on the shoulder in what is supposed to be an offer of comfort, but it does little to quash the growing sense of loss Draco feels.

“If you need anything,” Dean starts in kindness before giving up and saying, “I knew you two had a friendship.”

Draco nods silently; watching Dean had for the stairs. Throughout his career, Draco had never let himself get close to a patient. Sure, there were those who he saw regularly. The frequent flyers, the pain potion seekers, Mrs Larkin – a widow who needed company more than she needed medical treatment. However, Violet came in so frequently for dialysis that it felt almost inevitable they would end up on friendly terms.

Draco rubs a hand down his face; feeling almost devastated at this loss of such a young life.

Needing to be alone – if only for a moment – Draco enters the break room, taking calming breaths. He feels ridiculous; letting a patient’s death affect him this much when he had been at the deathbed for so many – young, old, infant.

He’s so caught up in his emotions, he doesn’t hear the door open. Draco startles slightly at the sound of her voice calling his name.

“I heard what happened,” She murmurs comfortingly – her hand outstretched as if to offer support.

Draco clears his throat; dislodging the lump that has taken root there, “Yes. It’s a sad loss.”

“Are you okay though? I know that you two were close.”

Draco looks down to the chart in his hands; a patient still needing to be seen. He smiles humourlessly, “It’s always sad to lose a patient, no matter how long you’ve been doing this.”

(Y/N) frowns, “That isn’t what I meant, and you know it.”

Draco throws his arms wide; emotions bubbling to the surface, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

She throws her hands up in surrender. Her voice is laced with frustration as she answers, “Fine. Keep it bottled up.”

(Y/N) slams the door as she leaves the break room; making her anger known. Draco, for a brief moment, loses his temper, sending his fist into the door of his locker. It does a little to curb the wave of grief submerging him, but the wave doesn’t ebb. Draco rests his head against the cool, gunmetal grey door of his locker, taking in deep breaths.

He gives himself a minute.

One minute. That’s all he gets to feel it all; to let the loss consume him. To feel the guilt and the sadness.

The minute passes and Draco stands straight. He pushes his hair back from his face and straightens his lab coat.

Clearing his throat, Draco leaves the break room, needing to continue working.

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It’s hard to miss the pitying look from the nurses as Draco continues to work; as if the entire floor has decided to walk on eggshells around him.

He continues to work because he needs to; he has no grounds to leave work – it wasn’t a family member he had lost; it was a patient. That was how he was rationalising it in his head. It was just that Violet had been his patient for three years; seeing her so frequently.

Draco shakes his head; ridding himself of the dark thoughts that threaten to break through.

He continues to work because that’s who he is. Through Draco’s adolescence, he found himself being defined by what others thought of him and his family. He was bending to a self-fulfilling prophecy that he didn’t want thrust upon him.

Through his first week as a trainee Healer, Draco found himself redefining every aspect of himself. He did not have to present the hard, touch exterior that his family and fellow students expected of him at Hogwarts. Rather, Draco found himself to be someone who could be soft; who could laugh and joke with the best of them. He found himself to be someone who wanted to help people in their time of need; in their most vulnerable state when all they need is someone to trust and someone to listen.

As he takes on more and more patients, it’s because he needs to work. He has to work through this; he doesn’t often show how death affects him so, but on some level, he had known Violet. He just didn’t expect her death so soon.

Focusing intently on the charts in his hand, Draco blinks away the tears threatening to fall. With a deep breath and a fake smile, he enters exam room two, ready to meet another patient.

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Violet’s fiancée, Jonathan, approaches him a few hours after her death. His face is tear stained and puffy as he clears his throat to gain Draco’s attention from a conversation with Nurse Janice.

“Jonathan,” Draco greets, “I’m sorry for your loss.”

Jonathan nods wordlessly; blinking fast to get ready of the already building tears. He clears his throat again, “I just,” He takes a deep breath, “I just came down to thank you.”

“For what?” Draco asks; confused.

Jonathan lets his tears fall, saying, “For sitting with her when the dialysis was draining her, and for helping her laugh. For keeping her company when I couldn’t be there because of work.”

A lump forms in Draco’s throat, “That isn’t something you have to thank me for.”

Jonathan shrugs, “Regardless, thank you.” He turns to walk away but he pauses at the last minute, “Would you come to the memorial? I know it’s a lot to ask, but I think it would mean to a lot to her family if they met you.”

Draco nods; not even second-guessing his answer, “Of course. Let me know the details and I’ll get it off work.”

Jonathan nods; his face puffier than before from the freshly fallen tears. He holds his hand up in a wave before leaving St. Mungo’s.

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How Draco makes his way home is beyond him. He works the rest of his shift in a stupor; the all too familiar heaviness of grief settling over him for which he feels foolish and ridiculous. 

He doesn’t feel the rain that soaks him through to the bone. He doesn’t remember entering his flat; doesn’t remember shedding his coat, letting his bag fall to the floor. Sitting on the couch, Draco submits to the grief. He submits to overwhelming sense of loss battering his walls; demanding to be felt.

On the inside, Draco is a storm; raging, raging, raging.

On the outside, he’s as calm as anything, staring at the mantle piece as he lets himself finally feel.

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Draco’s building was one of the many converted mills in London; brown bricked and grand, it stood proudly on its street, wearing its history like a badge of honour. His flat is on the fifth floor; one of the largest in the building – a gift from his parents after completing his training with high honours. He had lived there ever since, and (Y/N) had visited often over the years of their friendship.

(Y/N) knocks three times, calling his name with each one before she tries the door.

Entering his flat, (Y/N) always takes a moment to admire the pictures that line the wall. Admiring the beauty of Draco’s mother, and almost flinching at the imposing figure his father presents.

This time, however, she marches straight past them, calling Draco’s name for him not to reply.  She only knew to come over here when he hadn’t met her to catch the tube together like they usually did when their shifts coincided. The words she flung at him earlier, she hadn’t meant. They had settled in her bones with an uncomfortable feeling; leaving a sour taste in her mouth. Truthfully, she had been worried about Draco since the news of Violet’s death had made its way to her ears; the gossip chain of the emergency room never one to falter.

She finds Draco on his couch; still wearing the clothes he left work in. Dropping her bag and shrugging off her coat, (Y/N) takes a seat next to Draco on the couch. He barely registers her presence; barely even blinking at the change of weight. She tries not to let it hurt her, but it does. Seeing him like this… it was something she hadn’t ever seen before.

Draco always presented himself as collected. The most dishevelled he ever got was whenever he worked nights and for most of the week, he would sport stubble. However, that was always gone by the time he came back onto day.

This was something new, though. His grief wasn’t anything she had encountered, and though they spoke often and told each other they cared for one another, they had never truly spoken about the feelings between them.

She coaxes his head onto her shoulder, and it’s there that Draco lets the first of his tears fall and the first of his sobs escape his chest.

He has seen death. He’s courted it for years – through the war, through his job. He has had patients die om him and had mourned each of their deaths, but he had never felt loss this keenly before. He felt scrubbed raw from the inside out.

He doesn’t know how long he cries for; he doesn’t know how long she holds him for but somewhere in between in it all, he manages to choke out his thanks which she hurriedly hushes. Her response being to hold onto him tighter.

Time passes, and his sobs start to slow, but they do not let go of the other, needing their anchors more than anything in this moment. In the pain of it all, Draco finds solace in sleep.

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Paging Healer Malfoy taglist: @sycathorn-slush @obsessedwithrandomthings @kpopgirlbtssvt @kalimagik @brycelahelalover @fallinallinmendes @mischi3f-manag3d @remmysrecs @willowbleedsonpaper @nao-cchi @haphazardhufflepuff @soundsquid27 @mytreec @maydillydally @chaoticgirl04 @pregnant-piggy @rhyxn @acciotwinz @birdie-writes @reaganwonders @chanelwonders @izzytheninja @ravenclawbitch426 @ohissandhalasta @missmulti @nebulablakemurphy @pointlesscoconut @cherrylita @harpersmariano​ @slytherinlovesgryffindor​

Draco Malfoy taglist: @the--queen-of-hell @obx-beach @obxmxybxnk @sycathorn-slush @dracomalfoyswifey @kashishwrites @justmesadgirl​ @detroitobsessed​ @reaganwonders​ @sophia-gwendolyn​

***if your username is in bold, I was unable to tag you.

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ᴘᴏᴘᴘʏ ᴘᴏᴍꜰʀᴇʏ · 33 · ʜᴏɢᴡᴀʀᴛꜱ ᴍᴀᴛʀᴏɴ · ꜰᴏʀᴍᴇʀ ʀᴀᴠᴇɴᴄʟᴀᴡ · ꜱᴛʀᴀᴅᴅʟɪɴɢ ʟɪɴᴇꜱ

❝ she was one of those girls who breathed fire when confronted but loved so gently that it made you forget she could. ❞

ᴀᴇꜱᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄ;

peter pan collars; swing skirts; delicate lace; brushing fingers through tall grass; whiskey in a tea cup; pressed flowers; butterfly wings; chocolate squares; knitting needles working quietly; warm tea on a cold day; always carrying plasters; lavender; hand-written notes; sweet cream; ruffles; the smell of antiseptic; cool fingers; slim gold chains; leather-bound journals; protruding collarbones; mary janes with socks; pomegranate seeds; embroidered cardigans; homemade preserves

ᴘᴀʀᴀʟʟᴇʟꜱ;

jane eyre; anna bates; katara; ann perkins; elinor dashwood; meg march; eliza hamilton; dr allison cameron; dana polk; rosalind walker; linda martin; jane villanueva; dr sara tancredi; joan watson; marge simpson; jane bennet; clarice sterling; james gordon; catelyn stark; sailor mercury; molly hooper

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ;

born to a half-blood witch and a squib physician; grew up in a small irish village with her father; sorted into ravenclaw; good grades but unremarkable presence; knitting club member; frequent library haunter; became matron after training at st mungo's; very good at her job; lost her father in her mid-20s; keeps helping out at the village; very unimpressed that she's still matron, unmarried & lonely after a decade at the school; order supporter but professionally neutral and oath-bound to help anyone who asks

ᴛʀᴀɪᴛꜱ;

calm; strict; kind; quick-witted; quiet; caring; sensitive; protective; withdrawn; understanding; pliable; forgiving; trusting; soft; hospitable; dependable; discreet; tender; humble, thoughtful; impressionable; indecisive; responsible; cautious; loyal; undemonstrative; trustworthy; open-minded; idealist; fair; emotional; strong sense of self-preservation; demanding; jealous; possessive; polemic; intuitive; perceptive; subtle; crafty; insecure; sentimental; hard-working; gentle

ɴᴇᴇᴅꜱ;

· several friends to pull her around, probably other hogwarts staff (gimme support staff bff irma maybe??) · former students that she still keeps up with and pesters like a mother · the auror/hit-wizard/witch she's been pining over for like a decade (listen i have a lot of screaming to do about this bc who doesn’t love some long, mutual pining, and self-sacrifice between hypocritical idiots?? and i’m not saying paranoid moody or disappearing dearborn would work gr8 for this, but they would, but poppy is also bi af so totally open to strong ladies for this too) · a slew of people that she will have/have had crushed on in the past & future · order members she's healing on the down-low · people of questionable morals she's also healing on the super down-low · tba

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Tag game: Tag 10 followers you want to get to know better

Tagged by @truth-lies-hidden Thank you so much I would love to know you better too

Name: Esha(please pronounce it eee-sha or else I wil indeed bury you alive)

Sexuality: Not sure yet

Gender: Female

Hogwarts House: Griffindor(I've also gotten Ravenclaw and Slytherin a lot of times but mostly Griffindor)

Time: 9:46 a.m.

Cats or dogs: Doggos🐶

Favorite Animals: Wolves

Dream Job: Writer of my own fiction/fantasy novel... Or a physician

When I made this blog: I think it's been 2 months

Reasons for my url: friendlyneighborhood refers to the spiderman movie and reader cause I reeeeead(I might change my url soon)

Tagging: @silent-nerd @coffeeflavoredtears525600 @emablckthrn @simon-lewis-is-a-skinny-legend @christopherlightwood @saccharine-sunflower-seeds @khaled7mrah @the-lanky-author @fairchild-blackthorn @hkthreethousand

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17 Questions, 17 People

Thanks for the tag @brettsiexcasey

Nicknames: B

Zodiac: Capricorn

Height: 5′8″

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Last Thing I Googled: The transcript for 4x10: Heart Beat

Followers: 35. I’ve been on tumblr a bit, but just recently started blogging. Thank you for following!

Song Stuck in My Head: Roller Coaster by Bon Jovi (very catchy)

How Much Sleep: 4-6 Hours

Lucky Number: 13 (Yes, I know! It has been for a long time!)

Dream Job: Physician Assistant

Wearing: Dark wash skinny jeans with a thick striped sweater

Favorite Song: It’s a Long Way to the Top (If You Wanna Rock ‘N’ Roll) by AC/DC. I listen to a ton of other things too with the exception of rap

Favorite Instrument: Violin

Aesthetic: No clue, but my style is classic with a bohemian twist

Favorite Author: Haven’t done a lot of reading lately

Favorite Animal Noise: Owl

Something Random: Not really sure if it’s random, but my favorite color is purple

tagging: @fuzzywuzzywuzzawriter @keepdreaming43 @dedlund82 @cfr749 @poppypickle @siahana @sylvies-chen @luminouswriter @heatherelf77 @linspins @a-star-upon-her-brow @starjumpingpanda @hopefulpatrolnight @emilynthephoto 

(I can’t think of more off the top of my head, but anyone who follows me is welcome to do this! Or, you can disregard if you have already done this or something like this!)

[theroundbartable]

So what happened to the Castle of Camelot?

One day, Arthur, Morgana and Gwen were reborn.

Morgana, of course, became evil once more, talked to snakes etc. Etc

She now he, was still fighting with his brother, the reborn Arthur (who was still a sucker for swords).

Gwen, as the beautiful smartie she is, tried to fix their fight, but failed.

Merlin, more for a joke really, changed his gender because he can and relied on education and intelligence rather than ... Anything else really.

Long story short, the four friends build what we now know as Hogwarts. You know who is who

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In my opinion by far the biggest thing keeping Harry Potter and Merlin from being in the same universe just in different time periods is that Harry Potter Merlin is canonly a Slytherin and BBC Merlin is the farthest thing from a Slytherin you can get. Like clever? Cunning? He’d certainly like to think so, but in reality the only reason BBC Merlin gets away with so much is that everyone around him is honestly just that unobservant. And ambitious? ALL HE WANTED WAS TO BE THE PHYSICIAN’S APPRENTICE BUT NOOO FATE GOTTA DRAG HIM INTO A BUNCH OF CRAP and also he’s the most powerful person on the planet and only uses his power to secretly protect people he cares about. So yeah, I personally think bbc Merlin’s a Ravenclaw (though hufflepuff makes sense too), but he definitely sure as heck ain’t a Slytherin.

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Rules: answer 17 questions and tag 17 people you want to get to know better!

Tagged by @jazthespazz ! Nickname: Juju, July 

Zodiac sign: Cancer (it’s my birthday today !)

Height: 160 cm

Hogwarts house : Ravenclaw

Last thing I googled: My father’s name, he’s a physician and he told me he has the picture of a random old bald man associated with his cabinet’s address on google so I checked it out to have a laugh

Favourite musician: I don’t think I have any, my brother is a professional drummer so I suppose he is

Song stuck in my head: Hey Sunshine – Rare Americans

Followers: 92, including lots of porn blogs for some reason

Following: Omg only 84, thought I had more ! I always see the same people reblogging from the sames blogs so it’s not easy for me to find new people to follow

Amount of sleep: 8 hours per night is the bare minimum for me, otherwise I simply turn my alarm off without remembering 

What are you wearing? A pretty teal/green jumpsuit with coral flowers, round mettalic blue glasses and earrings made with turquoise stone

Lucky numbers: 2 I guess ?

Dream job: Veterinarian, I also love my job (I’m an OT)

Dream trip: Any wildlife park

Favourite instruments: Piano ! I’m a piano player but I’m too nervous to play in front of anybody

Languages: I’m French so I obviously am fluent in French, I’m good in English in order to survive on the internet and because I grew with anime only subbed in that langage, I studied Spanish at school but forgot most of it

Favourite songs: I like so many different styles, my playlist has no constancy ! I could have added many Disney songs but here are a few other things I’m into :

Caravan Palace – Lone digger https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TbsBEb1ZxWA

Aurora – The seed https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MUIIkBZVzTU

Juniper Vale – Singing in the rain https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lBOtZ_oJNV4

Thérapie Taxi – Hit sale https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sOyIJl6N5y4&list=PL_CN5T4QRB_CUJsMIPKqkknDC1Odsu8o9&index=1

Part Time Friends – Fire https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=InEWwlFVBvM&list=RDMM&index=3

CRX – Broken bones https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=28T5N7Z-02c

Lord Huron – The night we met https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KtlgYxa6BMU

Daft Punk – Something about us https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=em0MknB6wFo

Favourite authors: I don’t really have one but I liked their books : Christelle Dabos, Ai Yazawa, Leigh Bardugo

Favourite animal sound: I basically love every sound that involves an animal (except fly/mosquitos songs haha), the most magical song I heard was a pack of wolves howling, but I also love to hear my cats purring, my rabbit eating its vegetables, plus I volunteer at a wildlife rehabilitation center every week and when baby birds are screaming for food it melts my heart… Ugh I don’t know ! I’m an animal person to the core, could talk about it for hours

Random fact: I’ve teached my dog (beagle) how to take off socks for absolutely no reason

Aesthetic: I’ve never thought about that actually. I like when things have a hidden/deeper meaning that makes you think about it for a few more days and gets you emotional. I also crave for empathy in its every form, does that count ?

Now I’m tagging @hisanakubi , @flufs, @i-peed-so-hard-i-laughed , @actual-queen-josephine  and @mickey42315 , only if you want to do it of course