It’s turning thunder into grace,
knowing sometimes the break in your heart
is like the hole in the flute.
Sometimes it’s the place
where the music comes through.
Andrea Gibson, from The Madness Vase; “Gospel Salt”
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Tonks is gripping the candle so tightly that her knuckles felt like they were going to snap. She so badly wanted to be able to turn off her emotions, turn off the painful memories, and do what she must as an auror. She’s never been that person and this vigil proves it. She didn’t originally want to come, perhaps she shouldn’t have from both a personal and professional perspective. But she stands firm here anyway, watching others with their candles.
“I’m tired.” She says to nobody in particular, she almost wishes that nobody hears her at all. She wants to cry, but she doesn’t think she’s able to anymore. “I am…so tired of this.”
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 a candle comes up , almost unbidden , to lay a gentle touch against tonksʻ too - tight grip . luna understands , intimately , desperately , the kind of sadness that curls itself in tonksʻ fist . lunaʻs own grief sits in the comforting smile she tries to give ; one that does not reach her misty - eyes . ❝ me too . she probably was as well , you know . i heard she worked at st . mungoʻs , ❞ she says , imagining long nights in a building so used to ailments and hurts . such a bright smile in such a gloomy place . ❝ itʻs kind of nice to think that she might finally be getting some rest , isnʻt it ? ❞
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( 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 ) — a coffee shop
( 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 ) — open @startertms
“hey. any chance you are… whatever name this is supposed to be?” the name in question was scribbled onto a coffee cup. for all the time she’d been staring at it, she was only sure that it wasn’t her own name. when the coffee shop had called out her name and she found two drinks instead of one being handed to her, daisy questioned it only after she sat down back at her table.
𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 loony from the side of her cup of earl grey and brought a wry smile to lunaʻs lips . ❝ thatʻs me , ❞ luna replies ( and now , years away from hogwarts , the taunt was more a testament to their character than her own ) and takes the cup easily without sparing a glance at the barista . ❝ howʻd you guess ? ❞ she asks , wand sticking out from her hair and dirigible plums dangling from her ears .
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𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 : a nondescript coffee shop !
𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂 : open ( @startertms ) !
he is not a man built on platitudes . apologetic reverence is not a sound his mouth is familiar with / not comfortable with having to DROP HIS TONE , lower his eyes , make something like 𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨 out of a spine that’s designed to stand straight . it’s all part of the job , though , no matter how exhausting — - and that much is writ plain on the lines of his countenance as he curls himself over a steaming mug of 𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐄 . antonin doesn’t deign to look up when he notes approaching footsteps , just snaps in a tone uncharacteristic to his ministerial performance . “ no more 𝚓𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜 today , thank you . had bloody enough of those . ”
𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚊 , or perhaps xeno , or perhaps a mix of them both , that instilled in luna a deep distrust of those in positions of power . perhaps thatʻs why she watches the minister so closely , so critically . observant grey eyes latch on to the sharpness ; this was someone who was a stranger to making himself SMALLER for the benefit of others . funnily enough , luna had that trait in common . ❝ iʻm very sorry to bother you , but it shouldnʻt take up too much of you time , ❞ luna interjects without any apparent fear . her hat bears a little note that identifies her as press but still , she remains unflinching at the bite in the minister's tone . she had never made a habit of flinching from those bigger than her . ❝ i just have a few questions that the people would like to know . very important . ❞
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𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: merlin’s music hall, diagon alley !
𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: @ofmccnlight !
“for you-” they proclaim, hat tipped like a proper gentleman & small offering presented for judgement with an impressive flourish. the street vendors on diagon alley had taken full advantage of the days event, and antigone had carefully chosen the 20s style hand fan ( decorated with down feathers that changed color when it was waved ) that they now held out to luna, smile wide & toothy. “i thought it might come in handy later, when we’ve danced ‘til we’re dropping. you don’t already … have one, do you?”
𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 , 𝚜𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚍 , as a small flush colors the bridge of her nose . ❝ why , thank you , ❞ she demures , taking hold of the fan . in return , she grips the skirt of her dress and dips into a small curtsy ( perhaps a little confused on the time period , but the spirit is definitely there ) . ❝ i hadnʻt gotten a chance to make one , no . this is LOVELY . ❞ the fan snaps open and luna runs her finger admiringly over the feathers , fanning in gently . ❝ oh , that reminds me ! i have something for you as well . ❞ she digs in her small purse — beaded and patterned with little white radishes — and produces a pair of homemade dirigible plum earrings .
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𝚒𝚝ʻ𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢 , 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 that luna spots a flash of red over the heads of the whole crowd and immediately heads in that direction . thatʻs what the weasley boys are — lanky , ginger homing beacons and a promise of good company . ❝ are you here as a dancer or is weasley wizard wheezes in need of a sponsoree ? ❞ luna asks , after bumping georgeʻs shoulder with her head affectionately in greeting . her fingers tap a rhythm on the rim of her glass , wide eyes blinking innocently up at him . ❝ i only have the one sponsor , you know . ❞ she remarks , a simple statement of fact that has NOTHING to do with the question she just asked . obviously . sheʻs joking , for the most part , but the straight face of her delivery probably makes it hard to tell .
【 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚠𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 : 𝚐𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚢 ( @gweaslcy ) 】
❝ 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚠𝚎ʻ𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 getting judged on the quality of our dancing ? ❞ luna wonders aloud , already swaying in her spot as she surveys the setup . around the edges of the dance floor , some partners have already begun to warm up . luna primly takes a sip of her drink , knowing full well that a little bit of liquid courage will not take away from the quality of her dancing later on ( truly , it was merely that it was highly unlikely that anything could make it look less confusing to outside viewers ) . ❝ because that seems like a purely subjective judgement to make . like . . . them - ❞ she points at a completely random couple . ❝ i donʻt particularly LIKE what theyʻre doing at all . do you think that mean theyʻre destined to lose ? ❞
【 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚠𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 : 𝚌𝚑𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐 ( @chhochang ) 】
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𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: merlin’s music hall, diagon alley !
it only took a few hours of nonstop dancing for disaster to STRIKE, as an ambitious attempt from ginny to add a little something to their overall performance led to an almighty tearing sound, able to be heard over the upbeat you charmed the cauldron right out of me. once the horrifying realisation that the back of her dress ( flimsy as the costume fabric was ) had torn right down the back had set in, she was out of there like a shot - break card held high as she weaved through the nearest pairs, each step accompanied by a mortified fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck -
“merlin’s briefs, this isn’t happening. -” wand already retrieved from the leg holster she’d used to avoid having to carry a bag, the real struggle came once she had made her way off of the dancefloor. it wasn’t the privacy of the bathrooms she didn’t know her way to, but she kept a tight hold on the front of her dress as she twisted this way & that, trying to get a good enough view of the damage to cast some sort of repair spell over her own shoulder, and failing miserably, “fuck me. fuck! reparo- re- reparo- come on!”
𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚛 see the moment that TRAGEDY struck for ginnyʻs dress , but her eyes do happen to drift in the direction of her friend the moment the redhead began to flee . call it a sixth sense of sorts ( or a bone - deep awareness drilled into them in their school years ) but luna always felt strangely attuned and aware of when the other was in trouble . she drifts away from her partner at a more sedate pace than ginny had taken ; her own break card flashes above her head as she steps away . ❝ i doubt this is what they had in mind when they told us to DRAW in the donors , ❞ she says lightly , stepping up behind ginny to grip the frayed edges of the dress between her hands . her hands tighten around the fabric as luna presses herself against ginnyʻs back , as close as she can go without tripping up the both of them , in order to shield the other from prying eyes . ❝ there . please aim us at bathroom , if you will , and i can follow after you like a little train . ❞
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❝ 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 ʻ𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚎 ? ❞ light eyelashes bat innocently over wide eyes , the very picture of blamelessness . the image as a whole is ruined by the spare erumpent horn that she is carefully cradling in her hands without any apparent hesitation . ❝ your lionheart would never let you . ❞ because it does take a certain type of bravery to agree to help clean out the lovegood home for the summer and ginny weasley has ALWAYS been brave . luna brushes by the other girl , nudging her head against ginnyʻs shoulder affectionately as she makes towards the pile of other spare potion ingredients . ❝ that box over there is unmarked . i have no idea whatʻs in it . that seems fun , doesnʻt it ? ❞
【 @petriichvrs said: ❝ you know , i should be more afraid of you . ❞ 】
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❝ 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 , ❞ 𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚜 . itʻs the sort of smile that lights up her whole face , cheeky and bright and only too sweet for someone currently jumping a fence . ❝ but private property is more like guidelines than anything else . ❞ perhaps , a mindset NOT shared by all . but kenji had asked for some examples of british magical trees and well , luna had a bowtruckle friend who came from a crop of trees over this fence . it seemed like an easy enough wish to fulfill . ❝ besides , these muggles wonʻt miss what they never even knew they had in the first place . ❞
【 @wandmaking said: ❝ are you sure this is legal ? ❞ 】
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killing eve sentence starters , instagram edit meme & mythological headcanons !
Questions for Ada, Ijeoma Umebinyuo
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𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: the ministry of magic !
gwydion forbid that the ministry archives keep perfect record of every printed issue of the daily prophet since 1883, but neglect to extend the same courtesy to even a single issue of the quibbler. merry had been greeted with no less than seven flying memos when she arrived to work at nine am, each from a member of the dept. for the control and regulation of magical creatures, each requesting a specific article with no explanation as to why. she had been searching for several hours now with no luck when the ELEVATOR dinged, heralding the arrival of a welcome distraction.
“good afternoon,” friendly smile already in place, she was careful not to knock any of the boxes she had stacked precariously atop her desk as she stood to look over them, “welcome to the ministry archives. my apologies for the mess-” in addition to the ones piled before her, already glanced through, there was a waiting stack of similar cardboard boxes to her right, and a handful of pages loose across the floor. “i’ve spent more of my life than i ever thought i would searching for an issue of the quibbler i know we don’t have on record. if you’re here on accident, then i beg, for my sanity- at least pretend you aren’t.”
𝚡𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚞𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎 habit of clipping out articles from the prophet that he liked while tossing away the rest of the newspaper with the rubbish . it was UNFORTUNATE because it meant that when he found a particularly interesting piece that he wanted to include in his own work for the quibbler , it fell to luna to ensure that credit was given ( of course , the quibbler took journalistic integrity very seriously and properly citing their sources was the very backbone of said integrity ) . luna could excuse the habit — she wasnʻt that fond of the prophet either — but it did make her job all the more difficult . she didnʻt actually mind visiting the archives , however . the disarray that littered the office was a familiar one , one that reminded luna of the mess of an office room within her own home . ❝ i did come here looking for some help , but it seems that my visit was a fortuitous one , ❞ she returned the sunny smile with one of her own , lending the coincidence to some kind of FATE . ❝ it looks like we happen to be the best people suited for helping one another at the moment . ❞
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𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: shrieking shack hill, hogsmeade !
𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: @ofmccnlight / @ofzvbini !
the bonfire has proven to be a lot of things, but it isn’t exactly the environment in which to raise your hackles when you perceive a prologned gaze. they’re perched on a tree stump & rolling a blunt mid - memorial - turned - party : they somewhat expect attention drawn, and the silence that fell over them some time before is broken, quite suddenly. “would you like a hit ?” an eyebrow raises quizzically & the corners of their lips twitch / call them soft, but any existing instinct to withhold is dulled by the evening that is in it.
❝ 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 , ❞ luna smiles , big and bright , as she accepts the blunt , slumping down and placing her head against nazliʻs shoulder as she takes a long drag . maybe it was irreverent , or rude , or inappropriate but it isnʻt like sybil trelawney was big on propriety anyways . it wouldnʻt actually surprise luna if the professor partook in this particular past time every once in a while . ❝ want to see something MY DAD taught me ? ❞ she asks , already tapping the tip of her wand against the column of her throat . she lifts her head and blows , smoky butterflies curling from her mouth and fluttering in the air above their heads for a few moments before fading .
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While Rolf’s grateful to be granted access into the circle, the Shack is packed with more people than he’s accustomed to, and he’s unsure of what comfort he can offer the bereaved, still unsure of approach situations with tact. Of course, by now the crowd is more rambunctious than somber, the waterfall of liquor accomplishing a jovial effect. Still, he creeps around as an outsider of sorts. Despite having been born in the United Kingdom, he grew up primarily abroad, only afforded a few visits with his grandparents that were subjected to the commands of a mother that used him as petty collateral. His focus since arriving has been rooted in familiarizing himself with the political landscape and while he’s considered a visit to the Forbidden Forest, guided by an interest in the creatures that dwelled within, he hasn’t been granted an opportunity to explore the grounds that his grandfather and newfound friends speak so fondly of. Rolf turns his sights away from the moth-eaten furniture and toward Luna, head tilting in piqued curiosity. “I have been meaning to, but haven’t got around to it. I assume you know of a way we could divert the enchantments around the boundaries and sneak our way in?” The excursion is a welcomed reprieve, and he’s intrigued by what parts of the castle Luna would choose to show him.
𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎ʻ𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 ; in the noise , in the people , in the magic that hums ever so slightly in a town made up completely of wixen . even rolf is familiar , for all that he is something new , something borrowed . luna recognizes that hesitance . she sees it in the way he lingers on the edge and waits for someone to pull him in . luna has no qualms with being that someone for the night . a thrill runs up her spine at the thought of seeing someone see hogwarts for the first time . ❝ thereʻs quite a few tunnels left over , ❞ she explains . the room of requirement was the one she was most familiar with but , well , sheʻs not too sure about whatʻs left from . . . BEFORE . ❝ and i wouldnʻt worry too much about the boundaries . ❞ they had been there to keep the stray muggle away and little else , in her experience . besides , luna had never know those stone walls to ever turn its cheek at a curious mind . she drifts out of the room of gathered people and leads rolf to the entrance of the passage . one hand is held out to rolf , palm facing upwards : an offer . ❝ shall we ? ❞
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𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐊 / the saddest memory drabble .
𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 / @dolors
𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 / none !
𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂. / some nights in the cellar are harder than others .
itʻs become a tradition of sorts , between luna and her father , to make bets on raindrops . it was a simple enough game , easily accessible at all times , and quiet enough to be played while they hunkered down to observe whatever creature had caught their fancy . the two of them could sit for ages and watch the water chase itself downward and any time luna won , her father would press a kiss to her forehead and croon ❛ yes , thatʻs my luna ! the brightest thing in the whole sky . cleverer than i by leaps and bounds , ❜ and then —
well , the point of the story there is that luna has always been very adept at finding ways to keep busy .
❝ i think that one is going to win , ❞ luna says , pointing at a water droplet . the walls were often damp and leaking here , like this part of the house was built beneath a bathroom or kitchen . it was a prime spot for this particular pastime .
❝ youʻre a sharp one , miss luna , but clearly the one on the left has the advantage here . ❞ comes the reply , in a voice thatʻs much shakier than lunaʻs own .
she doesnʻt blame him . mr. ollivander is considerably older than she is and likely a lot less used to these kind of situations . luna had umbridge before she had the carrows . mr. ollivander had neither . mr. ollivander flinches when the door at the top of the steps swings open and the voices of upstairs drift downwards . luna does not .
mr. ollivander was right in this , however . the water droplet luna had chosen was much further behind than the one he had chosen . luna merely shrugs . ❝ sometimes , itʻs nice to hope for the unexpected . ❞
mr. ollivander smiled that sad smile of his , the one that luna didnʻt particularly like , and patted the spot next to him on the ground . she happily acquiesced , going so far as to lean her head against his shoulder . spending such long stretches of time with one another did wonders for building a friendship . with no one else around , they took comfort in one another . here , as mr. ollivander patted her head with grandfatherly fondness , luna could almost pretend that she was back at home with her father .
ALMOST , but not quite .
the door at the top of the steps swings open and luna feels mr. ollivanderʻs customary flinch against her hair . she gives his hand a gentle squeeze before she gets up , electing herself to collect their meals . she was the younger one , the spry one , of the two of them and itʻs easier for them both like this .
her head tilts sideways as she tries to listen for whoever was chosen to bring the meals downstairs . itʻs not footfalls that she recognizes . the stride is longer — not the shuffling gait of peter pettigrew , who typically bore this burden . this is a sturdy pace , unrepentant and unhurried and reaching the bottom with a muttered lumos .
luna flinches .
mr. ollivander makes a noise of confusion behind her but luna is frozen by the pair of eyes staring at her through the slats of their cell . they are frigid , icy blue and ringed with gold and with just the slightest hint of laugh lines at the corner and they are so ACHINGLY familiar that the air rushes out of lunaʻs lungs in an instant . for a split second , luna can almost imagine that those are her fatherʻs curious eyes twinkling down at her .
almost , but not quite .
LUCIUS MALFOY goes through the motions of the role pettigrew usually played , unlocking the cell and placing the tray of food at itʻs opening . he carefully steps back out and checks that the door is locked behind him . through it all , he does not raise his wand against her and she does not make him have to .
he spares her one final look that she cannot read before he spins on his heels and walks right back up those stairs again .
the door at the top of the stairs closes softly behind him , much gentler than the slam theyʻre so used to from the others , yet the sound it makes echoes through the empty walls regardless . luna and mr. ollivander flinch in tandem this time . after a moment , luna unfreezes and brings the food over to their spot without a word . mr ollivander tucks in without a question . heʻs very polite like that . luna likes him all the more for it .
they sit together , eating in silence , and watch as the droplet that mr. ollivander had chosen reaches the ground first .
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𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 drifts through the halls of the shrieking shack , only interspersed by the sound of the house settling around them . luna runs her fingers along the peeling paint as she looks around the room and wonders idly about what these walls had seen , what stories they could tell . ❝ youʻve havenʻt seen hogwarts before , have you ? ❞ she asks rolf , the one who had ended up exploring the dilapidated house with her . she hadnʻt spent much time here and he had never been here in the first place , so the sight of him here wasnʻt too ODD . simply another pretty face in the crowd of people who were here for some reason or another , not all of them being the funeral . she does , however , wonder what heʻd look like in the backdrop of castle that had sheltered her for years . luna thinks of a tunnel stemming from this very house and a knot in the tree remembered through the various hijinks of her friends . ❝ would you like to ? ❞
【 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚠𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 : 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚏 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 ( @acatalcpsy ) 】
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𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚊 had hit that sweet spot , that culmination of reckless courage and absolute arrogance that told luna that she could take on the world entire and come out still swinging . it was a heady feeling and one that she came to associate with particular people over time . when she finds herself lacking in a partner , luna automatically starts drifting to one who never hesitates to rush into a fight with her . ❝ ginny , ❞ she breathes and latches on to her fellow tiny giant , larger than life and diminutive enough to ALWAYS be underestimated , beaming up at her with flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes . ❝ weʻve been CHALLENGED . ❞ grey , shining eyes flicker over to a lanky pair of wizards posturing at a nearby fold-out table . ❝ are you busy right now ? or would you like to help me destroy them at catch the knightbus ? ❞
【 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚠𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 : 𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚢 ( @petriichvrs ) 】
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𝙷𝙰𝙿𝙿𝚈 𝚈𝙴𝙰𝚁 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 (𝙽)𝙾𝚇 / three wanted connections !
could also be titled ❝ moz has never written a wc form but wants some parents real bad ! ❞
LUNA LOVEGOOD ( fernanda ly ) is looking for their FATHER ( XENOPHILIUS LOVEGOOD MALFOY ) who resembles LEE PACE, ALEXANDER SKARSGARD, HU GE, WANG LEE HOM, JOHN KRASINSKI, ETC . and should be 41-43. applicants do not have to contact MOZZIE to talk over the details before applying. / ( listen . . . the xenophilius malfoy headcanon started off as a joke but please know that we are very attached to it now . the idea is that he was born a malfoy and was then estranged from the family ( after being sorted into ravenclaw ? perhaps for other reasons ? ) but this caused some tension between himself and lucius , who were close prior to this happening . their relationship got worse , of course , after lucius kidnapped and imprisoned his daughter which was a lil . .. . yikes . anyways ! luna still lives at home with him because both of them still travel a lot and it seemed easier than getting her own place that she barely stays at . now sheʻs staying in the country bc of all the stuff going down so i think a xeno would be very interesting ! very hot ! so much backstory to explore ! we could play around with how these different connections look like now and how a new war on the horizon affects them even more bc really , hasnʻt this family been through enough ? )
BLAISE ZABINI ( keiynan lonsdale ) is looking for their MOTHER ( MADAME ZABINI ) who resembles ANGELA BASSET, GABRIELLE UNION, TARAJI P. HENSON, DANAI GURIRA, OCTAVIA SPENCER, VIOLA DAVIS, ETC. and should be 45+ . applicants do not have to contact MOZZIE to talk over the details before applying. / ( I SIMPLY THINK SHE WOULD BE VERY SEXY ! as a child , i imagine blaise looked up to her a whole bunch and followed her around like a little duckling , imitating her at every turn . i donʻt imagine that she was the most hands-on of mothers , but she was very doting and protective of him anyways . itʻs a bit of an odd relationship in that she didnʻt do a lot of the physical child-rearing but emotionally and mentally ? she imparted a lot of herself onto him . blaise being the perfect gentleman , the perfect pureblood scion , that all comes from his mother . now , please consider these rather conservative ideals that blaise gained from his childhood and mix that in with the fact that he was bitten by a werewolf a few months ago . i think it would be very neat ! if we got to play out tht tension ! )
BLAISE ZABINI ( keiynan lonsdale ) is looking for their EX / LOST LOVE who resembles WANG YIBO, INDYA MOORE, WOLFGANG NOVOGRATZ, MISHTI RAHMAN, BARBIE FERREIRA / LITERALLY ANYBODY i do not care and should be 23-27ish. applicants do have to contact MOZZIE to talk over the details before applying. / ( i have decided about ten minutes ago that i would like blaise to have had a relationship in hogwarts that turned tumultuous towards the end of that last year . blaise is very much a love ʻem and leave ʻem type , but i imagine heʻs rather interested in the idea of a steady relationship . it doesnʻt necessarily mean that they had to have been dating dating back in hogwarts but maybe they were skirting around the lines of something close to it . they got more cautious when things started becoming more dire at hogwarts . maybe they agreed to put a pin in it until after the war was over , regardless of what the outcome was , and it became a thing to be addressed in the future . but then ! they never actually got around to it for various reasons . maybe they both got too busy afterwards . maybe this person didnʻt agree with blaiseʻs decision to run scared with his tail between his legs . whatever the case , iʻm sure we can come up with something funky fresh and then , of course , with a new war happening again , we can see where that takes us <3 )
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𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 the leaky cauldron.
notes and sketches lay spread out before her, covering nearly every inch of the table. today’s chosen book to focus on was her deep dive into lesser explored creatures. like the others, it was still lacking a title. not that a title would be much use if she couldn’t finish the book itself. “i suppose organization would be a proper place to start,” beckett grumbled to herself, so lost in her own mind that she hardly noticed when the crup perched beside her shifted to it’s feet to inch closer as another approached them.
𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 , luna was sure of it . she wore her heart on her sleeve like that , wont to hand it over to whoever batted their pretty little eyes up at her . the detour from her route was almost unconscious ; she simply let her feet guide her through the doors of the leaky until she crouched besides the newest object of her affection . ❝ well , arenʻt you just gorgeous , ❞ luna cooed , perched as she was beside the crup . she smiled , beatific and HOPEFUL , up at his owner . ❝ would you mind it terribly if i introduced myself to your friend here ? ❞
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