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status ; closed ( @bcrtiesjr || location ; outside of the three broomsticks ||

there was already a bite to the air promising a chilly winter as xenophilius stood outside the three broomsticks fliers held in both hands. it was midday and so far people just disregarded the paper he'd tried to hand, it advertised galleons for pictures even offering a list of acceptable kinds ; moon frogs, heliopaths, crumple-horned snorkacks, and so on. he knew how he looked as well as knew how he was perceived, crazy. insult his mustard colored trousers, or his purple cloak, but never his intelligence. he wasn't daft, everyone else was for wanting to stay so closed minded to the world that was taught beyond hogwarts. he chewed on his bottom lip his brow creasing as he kept his eyes forward deep in thought, he nearly missed it when someone else was walking by, “ WAIT! take one of these. twenty-five galleons for each clear picture a publication in the next issue of the quibbler. ” xenophilius said a look that could be read as proud on his face as he shoved the brightly colored flier into the hands of the other.

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|| status ; closed ( @impcrios ) || location ; just outside of hogsmeade ||

sat in a tree trying to find the next branch that could let him get higher, he mumbled to himself mainly complaints of the mischievous nargle. his reason for climbing the tree was his messenger bag seemed to have found itself nestled in the branches of it, any sane magic user would just use their wand to bring it down but he was not any sane magic user. he was a magic user that shoves his wand into a bag he almost always kept close to his being. “ -- they do exist otherwise how'd it end up all the way up here? ” grabbing a branch he tried to pull himself up, it snapped in his hands he was able to steady himself but all he could think to do was call out, “ careful those down below! damn nargles took my bag and went right up the tree with it. i think they may have sabotaged the tree as well with breaking branches -- ” he started standing back up and reaching out for the strap just out of reach, “ among other things. never trust a nargle. ”

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|| status ; closed ( @braveforsaken ) || location ; the leaky cauldron ||

engrossed in a one sided conversation with another patron who looked rather uncomfortable. he happened to look up at spot the other, a fellow ravenclaw alumni. “ niahm! ” xenophilius called her over, “ i was just telling someone about aquavirus maggots and how i firmly believe that the ministry -- oh they're gone. they seemed so interest before. ” the blonde said sitting back in the seat he couldn't hide the disappointment even if he tried, but fingers still curled around the glass of firewhiskey he brought up to his lips.

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not even a sickle was having people buy the quibbler. but after the events of samhain festival he was more than willing to leave a few copies scattered about hogsmeade. the cover didn't sport the usual claims or calls for photos of the fantastical outlandish creatures he believed in but rather a photo of the dark mark in the sky and a brief headline reading the simple word TROUBLE. leaving two on a table near madam snellings he let out a small hiss as he received papercut for his efforts and stuck his finger in his mouth, he stared ahead a slight frown on his features as he went through a mental checklist. it took him an embarrassingly long minute to realize the other was even talking to him. "hm...?" it was such an absentminded response as the gravity of her words sunk in and his eyes went wide. "wasn't staring." the words left his lips quickly and mumbled with his index finger still in his mouth, taking it out he wiped his finger on his trousers, "you just happened to cross my line of sight. my head's hundreds of miles away, swear it. also, papercut." he offered a sheepish smile and answer to a question she probably wasn't going to ask.

where: hogsmeade. madam snelling's tress emporium. who: open to anyone.

vespera left the salon with a soft smile on her lips and her chin raised high. her mother had taught her from a young age that looking perfect was almost as important and being perfect, and that she should not leave the house unless presenting the world with her best self. and after a successful trip to the salon, she knew she looked her absolute best.

walking out of the shop, she pulled her dark emerald green cloak tighter over her shoulders before beginning to walk through the cobblestone streets to her next destination. she was almost immediately stopped, though, when locking eyes with someone else. "i suggest you learn some tact and stop staring." it was all spoke with a soft, controlled voice and a sharp smile. to the random passing witch they may think vespera was giving the other person some kind of advice, or perhaps having a friendly conversation. "while some may find it flattering, i just find it rude." letting out a soft sigh, she shifted on her feet. "what can i do for you, exactly?"

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TRAGIC ;

your love story wasn’t made to exist, it had no place in this world made for it in the beginning. You both love each other dearly, you always will. But can just two people change the course the whole world is spinning. Maybe you could run away together, escape hand in hand, that would work, but that’s some other kind of tragedy isn’t it. Would you leave everything behind for them or would you keep them but loose your only true love? Don’t be sad, the world was created for everyone but society was only created for those mighty of changing things, for those capable of cruelty.

( what type of love were you made for .ᐣ )

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xenophilius lovegood ; “ i am glad to see that you are opening your mind a little . ” [ x ] \\ [ x ]

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mismatched socks, an illuminated wand and muttering encouragements under your breath as you look for secrets , a journal falling apart at the spine filled with things only you seem to understand , the hogwarts clock tower at dusk feet dangling over the edge as you read , blue eyes that seemed to sparkle at the mention of conspiracy , and the same worn out shoes you’ve had since school .

XENOPHILIUS LOVEGOOD ; though he'll tell you xeno works just as well . standing at 183 centimeters , long limbs a lover rather than a fighter and it shows . made of wild ambitions and mop of blonde hair with sharp blue eyes , who seemingly marches to the beat of his own drum . sorted into ravenclaw when he went to hogwarts . equipped with a wand 13 and a half inches made of pear wood with a unicorn hair core ( surprisingly swishy flexibility ! ) . often described as loyal , eccentric , and maybe just a touch gullible . a pureblood whose allegiance lies with the order .

you came into the world lungs full of air as you screamed on december nineteenth . your parents dotted on you their one and only child , giving you the name xenophilius . what a name to predict what kind of life you would live chasing your fantastical creatures and the oddities of life that no else seemed to pay a second thought to . life was nothing short of magical , far from materialistically rich you were rich in love . you had your mother , your father , and grandmother ( who told you of the mischievous nargles ) .

school for xenophilius was just well , he kept under the radar for the most part never really excelling in any one subject . he wanted desperately to be be exceptional in care for magical creatures but he always seemed to fall short in identifying certain aspects of said magical creatures . what he was good at was listening and writing , journals filled with his own observations of what made hogwarts truly magical . he'd readily interject with his own opinions on why certain things would happen a quickly get peculiar stares from his classmates it didn't seem to matter the house either they all looked at him the same .

he had a small grouping of friends but never a grouping that would go along with whatever he was getting up to in the castle . which was just a lot of him looking for secret rooms and creatures his grandmother would tell him were KNOWN to tuck themselves into corners . he was honestly a little distraught the forbidden forest was well forbidden .

he maybe had a crush on someone then but his lips never seemed to loosen on the matter , all he'd say was he knew it was something one day in the clock tower when he was trying to listen for the sound of daedalian keys .

after school he tried to work at the prophet but thought the material to be absolute rubbish for ignoring things that were clearly important ( ! ) . thus the quibbler was born , he still doesn't have a whole lot of money to his name but he'd rather be happy doing as he pleases rather than doing something he absolutely hates . he still finds it difficult to sell papers but he's sure people will catch along soon , the quibbler only publishes the most important of things after all .

the house he stays in was left to him by his grandmother when she passed away shortly after his twenty-third birthday .

panromantic demisexual . he sometimes talks a lot but finds himself tongue tied when coming face to face with someone he fancies .

of all his little adventures at hogwarts the one of the greatest things he discovered was that the squid in the lake liked buttered toast . he tried jam at one point and just ended up with sopping wet clothes he had to wash and dry in the boys bathroom . he bears no grudge he would've done the same thing if someone gave him food he didn't care for .

has a pet ferret named odysseus after homer's epic poem .

still has trouble properly identifying magical creature parts and has a cabinet of mislabeled findings .

probably needs glasses but doesn't really want glasses .

doesn't know how to dress himself sometimes . mismatch socks because someone told him it was bad luck to match them .

believes with his whole chest in the story of the three brothers .

the tales of beedle the bard is by far his most worn out book .

has journals upon journals filled with his theories and stories of creatures that probably don't exist . illustrations also fill the pages most of it comes from his grandmother .

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# WIGLIAN ! (old english ) ( v . ) ( wij . li . ɑn ) to divine or foretell .

rp blog associated with @wingardiumfm ! looking into the lives and times of characters and their relationships ! please note the mun only chooses to associate with people in the wingardiumfm space and disagrees HEAVILY with everything jk rowling says , this is a space built on love and acceptance !

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