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“Said Hufflepuff, "I'll teach the lot, and treat them just the same.”

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             "You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.”  - Albus Dumbledore, Order of the Phoenix

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·         “A man that flies from his fear may find that he has only taken a short cut to meet it.” - J.R.R. Tolkien, The Children of Húrin

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me to partners: please take however long u need to reply literally reply whenever pls dont ever feel pressured ever okay u matter

me thinking about replies: holy jesus fuck i need to reply or they'll hate me oh my god i have to reply right now im fucking sweating lord save me

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/the amount of Dev Patel on my dash is a lovely thing./

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/playing with graphics/

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“It is the quality of one's convictions that determines success, not the number of followers.” - Kingsley Shacklebolt  

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Raise your hand if you’ve adopted a unappreciated character that the writers clearly didn’t love and decided to love them with all your heart because they deserve more than what they fucking got in canon.

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@hclfandhalf || continued from [here]

{{ ☘ }} — 𝓘t felt as if he’d been punched in the stomach. All the air left his lungs, rendering him physically sick, and of all the emotions that simultaneously ran through his head, it was anger that fueled his denial.

               ❝No… no, that can’t - s-she just wrote to me yesterday, I - she - no.❞

The older man hated this the most. Delivering the news that comes from the devastation of war. Lives forever changed in a moment. Standing in the makeshift headquarters that the room of requirements had created for the castle’s child soldiers, Caradoc studied the young Gryffindor. 

The young man reminded him so much of what he once was - brave, tenacious, prepared to fight to the very last breath. But death. Death was unavoidable in this line of work. 

He’d been forced to learn that time and time again. There was no running from it.  He’d tried. 

“Seamus,” he said slowly, trying to reel in the floundering young man. “I’m sorry. The door was broken down when we got there - HIS mark was there.”

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"I'll treasure my wand till my last breath, dear man."

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minervashogwarts:

“I don’t care about the paper,” she replied, curling her finger at him as she continued waking past him. She had already marked it fairly and it did seem similar but it was fine. He understood the subject.

Minerva cut the corner and pulled back a tapestry, revealing one of the secret passage ways she usually took to get around quickly. “In here, go all the way down and turn right. I’m behind you,” she said quickly.

She didn’t care about the paper. A flood of relief washed over them and he felt himself let go of a breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding. “Oh,” he stated simply. “Right, of course.” Mind churning through what else she could possibly want to discuss with him, he followed her around the corner to a tapestry he must have walked by a thousand times. Never once had he considered that there was a secret passageway behind it. 

Questions poured out into his mouth were he choked them back. Surely with all this pomp and circumstance surrounding it, whatever the transfiguration professor had to say to him was unfit for her office. With only a brief glance over his shoulder, he pursed his lips and began to make his way down the corridor eager to see where it lead. 

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Alice was rarely one to be nervous, but now Frank and herself had a baby to care for — there little Neville — the longer he was away from the two of them the more worrisome the situation became. As soon as news of the prophecy had circulated around The Order — the prophecy Sybil Trelawney had uttered depicting the death of either her son or the son of the Potter’s — the whole lot of them had worked day and night to come up with a plan capable of derailing the dark lord. A plan of which SHE had been intending on taking part in but Neville had grown fussy with a mild fever and Frank and herself had decided it wasn’t safe for BOTH of them to leave his side to corner Bellatrix Lestrange in order to get information from her that could help their cause. “I will eat when he’s home.” Her words were coated with a stubbornness she had been equipped with since she could walk, her brown eyes casted downward to the baby atop her lap — his pudgy limbs flailing as he suckled on his own fist, his face reddened with a fever he hadn’t been able to shake. The truth was she KNEW he should have been home by now and in her gut she knew something bad had happened. Caradoc had been assigned ‘babysitting’ duty, her friends knowing her well enough to sense she would arrive with her baby in tow if the grew tardy in their plan. “Daddy will be home soon, little one.” She mumbled softly, a forced smile curling her lips into a meek smile as she brushed a single pale finger over his warm cheek. She hoped more than anything what she had said was true and her husband would be home sooner rather than later.

Smirking and largely unsurprised by the woman’s stubbornness, Caradoc shook his head in amused resignation. “I suppose I’ll just have to let you starve, then. Real pity too seeing as I was about to go fix a few sandwiches. Little Neville here will just have to learn to feed himself I suppose.” He chuckled at himself, running a caring hand over the infant’s tiny sock-clad foot. “Merlin knows I can’t be trusted with a baby. Hell, if it weren’t for Rosie, I’d likely forget to leave kibble out for Marwol.”

Despite his attempts at lightness, there was no mistaking the heavy aura hanging over the room. These were dark times, only punctuated by Alice’s half-hearted assurances clearly meant more for herself than the babe on her lap. 

“Aye, he’ll be home,” he said, forcing himself to stare ahead at the off-white wall so as not to have to look her in the eye as he told what felt like a lie. 

If they were okay - if they were simply running behind schedule, surely they would have sent word. That was protocol. And even if the Prewetts weren’t exactly strict adherers to policy in general, Alastor and Frank certainly were. No, if they were okay they’d have received word long before now. 

A pang of strong and sour guilt radiated through his chest and mouth and Caradoc struggled to swallow it back. Anybody besides Frank, a husband and a new father, should have gone in his place. Caradoc had offered to go, begging Dumbledore to let him go to no avail. Although he’d been working with the Order for over a year he sometimes wandered if the trust bestowed upon him from the other order members would be different if he weren’t a Slytherin. Regardless, that hardly mattered now, and he struggled to push the thought from his mind. 

Tonight was not about him being overlooked for a mission. 

Tonight was about a woman. A mother and a son that had been entrusted to his care by a man who may not be coming home. 

A loud chime from the clock crashed through the strained silence, causing Caradoc to jump. Midnight. Just then, the lights in the small flat flickered, dropping the room into darkness. 

the longest night

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Mun has a headache that is escalating quickly to the point of likely migraine. I’m feeling frustrated about my muses and anxiety over seeking new interactions for them. 

I’m going to take some meds and a quick nap and try to re-center. 

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My muse is standing in front of the Mirror Of Erised. What do you think they would see with their reflection?

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           There she was, just walking by… you know how I like it when they walk… I couldn’t help it… it just sort of slipped out!

           Actually, he sort of screamed at her. It was a bit frightening.

independent Ron and Ginny Weasley from Harry Potter

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        we’re ғɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ, aren’t we?                                        the 𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒶𝑔𝑒 said harry was back,                                                                                   and we were going to ғɪɢʜᴛ!