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washvngton-blog · 6 years

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Josie had a tendency to linger in London, these days. She blamed her newfound apparition skills, not her tendency and need to flee from home when things became too heavy --- it was just so easy to get there now. No train tickets or buses or long car rides, just a flash of a moment and there she was. She had spent that day in the Soho Square Gardens, scrolling through her phone and making sketches of strangers, but was moving through Diagon Alley, now, on her way to get some ice cream or anything, really. Her mind flashed back to her time spent sitting on the grass, and she approached the first person she saw --- “Hi, so I have a question for you, and you need to answer completely honestly, got it?,” she asked, before turning around slightly. “Do I have a grass stain on my bum? And if so, do you know anyone who’s properly good at cleaning charms, or something?”

#this is incoherent and messy but yolo!!!#holocene starter

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louis‌:

“yeah, yeah. laughing with me, sure.” hard to do when he wasn’t laughing himself. although it was getting harder to keep a stern face. merlin, he looked like a loon. “it’s not too bad. dressing up is fun — when you’ve got proper clothes that fit. just a minor setback.” yeah, he definitely needed to convince his mum to go shopping. “what have you been doing with your free time then? not like i’ve got much. something productive? charitable? sleeping in?”

“Alright, so maybe I’m laughing AT you a little. Fight me.” Josie was unable to keep the amused look off her face, even when she tried to look tough. “Can’t you charm them to fit? We’re magical and stuff, after all. I’ve charmed a few old shirts before to make them into crop tops. They looked like disasters on the first few tries, but eventually ... I looked amazing.” She was a lot better at magic when there was a personal gain. Making feathers fly in class? Not her forte, but charming clothes or summoning food? That’s where she excelled. “I’ve been volunteering at your aunt’s studio, it’s been great. Besides that, I’m just enjoying the sunny weather, when it’s there. Fuckin’ Britain. And you? Doing anything besides looking like ... that?”

#( louis ! 001. )#( louis ! interaction. )

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vivienne:

when: midday, 10 august 2013 where: abarcar / diagon alley who: @washvngton

Oliver had a meeting with the Department of Magical Games and Sports —- Viv idly wondered if he’d see Freddie —- so they were being given an extended lunch break. She’d texted Josie to see if she was free, and had texted Josie to see if she was free. Arriving at Abarcar via the Leaky, she sidled up to her friend when she caught sight of her. “Damn,” she said in greeting, looking at Josie’s outfit. “Can’t believe I’m about to get lunch with someone wearing the best boots in Diagon Alley —- speaking of, wanna go to Bowtruckle or somewhere else? I’ve got time for Muggle London too, if you’re keen on that.”

She posed as if walking on a catwalk, showing off her shoes to Viv with a wide grin. “I know, right? Got them at some vintage place on Brick Lane. They were mad expensive, but they’re the BEST.” Josie gave the other a quick hug as a greeting, let her eyes glide over her outfit. “You don’t look bad yourself, actually.” She thought a moment, weighing her options --- she was losing money fast, with all these impromptu lunches and other food dates, but she didn’t find herself able to care much. “Bowtruckle sounds great, let’s do it. I’m always down to pet some animals while shoving food in my mouth. How’re ya?”

#( viv ! interaction. )#( viv ! 001. )#food tw

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noelle:

There was a visible sense of relief that swept over Noah when Josie took the seat by her, the waiter’s face falling a bit as he shuffled off to get a whole new set of dinnerware. “Massive need, apparently,” she replied with a roll of her eyes, directed towards the back of the retreating waiter. “He wasn’t quite taking the hint. I guess people ‘round here can’t understand an Aussie accent.” Or he was just an ass. She was leaning towards the latter.

Noah waved her hand in front of her to gesture that Josie was more than welcome to hang there and eat with her. She wasn’t opposed to the company, they’d been dormmates for so long now that it was just like normal, really. “Go for it, though, man. It’s actually pretty decent food?” she shrugged. It was her first time there and all in all, it wasn’t too bad. Not that Noah was all that picky. With as much energy as she expended, she would eat whatever was in front of her most days.

A slight silence fell between them before Noah leaned forward slightly to talk. “So…how goes your summer and all that? You doing anything with it?”

“I mean, some people don’t get me here when I don’t dial down the good ol’ Welsh accent,” she said, chuckling a little. “For what it’s worth, I think your accent is rad. Besides, this is a massive city. People should know how to deal with foreign accents. AND it’s not like some London accents make any fuckin’ sense.” They sounded cool, though, she thought. Well, some of them --- she couldn’t hear an extremely posh accent without wanting to burst into giggles.

Josie slid in the seat across from Noah, grabbing a menu and scanning it with only one eye. “That’s good to hear. I mean, I’m not a picky eater, but there’s nothing that puts me in a bad mood quite like shitty food.”

She shrugged at the question for a moment, fingers trailing over the menu. “I’m making up for lost time with the fam, of course --- they’re still getting used to this whole boarding school thing, ya know? Miss me way too much, the saps.” That wasn’t untrue, though there were parts kept quiet about home --- which she was avoiding plenty, too. “And I’m volunteering at Abarcar, Audrey Weasley’s art studio? So much fun, so rewarding. And you?”

#( noah ! 001. )#( noah ! interaction. )

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lucy: hi frank, i'm lucy.

lucy: ugh, i need more sleep. that's the worst thing i've ever said.

lucy: healthy cereal? i know i try to be healthy and everything, but.......... i hate it. with everything that i am. mini wheats? they can GO.

josie: hi lucy, you're not funny

josie: oh, please, youve said worse things. don't sell yourself short!!!!

josie: healthy cereal is bs, that's what it comes down to. what i'm trying to say though is that if i can say that i ate SOUP rather than cereal, ppl might judge me less. esp when i've eaten cereal for dinner, which ... happens.

#( lucy ! interaction. )#( lucy ! 001. )

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Put ☎ in my ask for your muses info in my muses phone:

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#( ask meme ! )

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rose‌:

“Does my arse look good in these jeans? I can’t decide,” Rose frowned, pulling her shirt up, her body butt first as she approached them. “I’ve been asking for opinions ALL DAY but people have been judgey and boring and I just need a good opinion, y’know? Bloody hell.”

“Well, it’s OBVIOUS why they didn’t want to answer you. Your bum looks horrible in those jeans. Like really, proper horrible. Like two deflated balloons that gave up on life and decided to commit to being deflated little shits. That’s what it looks like.” Josie looked dead serious, eyes leaving Rose’s arse eventually. “Your tits look ace in that shirt, though.”

#( rose ! 001. )#( rose ! interaction. )#rose and jose #rosie and josie #icons

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noelle:

Noah was growing steadily used to the idea that being foreign was bound to garner attention for her. She was out in London proper at a small cafe off the river, rolling her eyes as the waiter leaned over on her table, trying to flirt. Whether it was her accent or her general vibe he was trying to latch on to, Noah simply wasn’t interested. She was much too gay for it and much too tired to deal with politely getting the guy out of her space.

Head lifting up with irritation from the food she was trying to eat, her eyes caught sight of someone familiar - someone from school. Though she had been doing her damnedest to avoid anyone and everyone from school for quite some time, this seemed like the time to break that. “Oi, mate, over here,” she called out, loudly, waving them down to come sit at the table with her.

“Ah, ace, thanks. He was getting a little too close for comfort.”

Josie felt alive among the great crowds of London. She was a city-dweller, born and raised in a medium sized one, falling in love with a massive one now. Every free second of her summer was spent there, or in Glasgow or Liverpool or whatever big city she wished to discover that day. It was exhilarating, the people, familiar and unfamiliar, the way she could blend into the crowds and not be seen again.

She craved anonymity, invisibility. To disappear among strangers --- it was almost a comfort. And yet, to see people she knew ... it wasn’t a bad thing, per se, and she grinned quite widely when she heard Noah call her over. “Hey!” Eyes fell on her dormmate, Josie surprised that she hadn’t seen her earlier, and she slid in the seat next to her. “Oh, you’re bloody welcome. Am always down to save a gal in need.”

Eyes fell on Noah’s food and she felt her stomach rumble, slightly. “Mind if I grab a bite, too? Am starving, and that looks amaze.”

#( noah ! 001. )#( noah ! interaction. )

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mudbloodt‌:

iactuallyburncold‌:

Bold what applies to your muse.

PLACE IN SOCIETY

Financial: Wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty

Medical: Fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged

Class or caste: Upper / middle / working / slave / Unsure

Education: Qualified / unqualified / studying

Criminal record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no

FAMILY

Married - happily / Married - unhappily / engaged or betrothed / partnered / single / divorced / separated

Has a child or children / has no children / wants children

Close with sibling(s) / Not close with sibling(s) / Has no siblings

Orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parents

TRAITS + TENDENCIES

Extroverted / Introverted / in between

Disorganised / Organised / in between

Close minded / Open minded / in between

Calm / Anxious / in between

Disagreeable / Agreeable / in between

Cautious / Reckless / in between

Patient / impatient / in between

Outspoken / Reserved / in between

Leader / follower / in between

Empathetic / Unempathetic / in between

Optimistic / pessimistic / in between

Traditional / modern / in between

Hard working / lazy / in between

Cultured / uncultured / in between / unknown

Loyal / disloyal / unknown

Faithful / unfaithful / unknown

BELIEFS:

Monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic

Belief in ghosts or spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

Belief in an afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

Belief in reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

Belief in aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious

Philosophical: yes / no

Left wing / right ring / middle / doesn’t know

SEXUALITY + ROMANTIC INCLINATION

Allosexual / Asexual

Alloromantic / Aromantic

Sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favourable

Romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favourable

Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious

Potential sexual partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

Potential romantic partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

ABILITIES

Combat skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

Literacy skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

Artistic skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

Technical skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

HABITS

Drinking alcohol: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

Smoking: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

Other narcotics: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

Medicinal drugs: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

Indulgent food: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

Splurge spending: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

Gambling: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

#( a story of falling and getting up ! development. )

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#( i'm just trying to remember what it is to be whole ! muse. )#sdfkjhsdf

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louis:

when: 8 august, 2023 where: wizarding london who: open

“look, i liked playing dress-up in my dad’s clothes when i was little as much as the next kid!” louis sighed, seemingly defeated; though he continued on with his rant, “but i didn’t want to do it ten years later. i’m nearly an adult and here i am, wearing my dad’s stuff from the nineties to the ministry.” he’d recently hit a sizable growth spurt, and everything was awful for the young weasley boy. not that he’d ever been too coordinated before, he was simply ungraceful now. nothing fit and his only saving grace was that his voice had already changed and quit cracking. well, mostly.

Josie looked at her teammate with a look of amazement before bursting out in laughter. She didn’t want to, but she was unable to help herself, a hand waving as an apology. “Sorry, sorry --- you just look like you came straight out some cheesy movie or something. I’m not laughing at you. Laughing with you.” Maybe she was doing the former a little, but how could she not? She looked him over once more, giggles subduing. “See, this is why I didn’t want to do one of those internships. You have to look way too fancy.”

#( louis ! 001. )#( louis ! interaction. )

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lucy: i don't know if i'm a genius or a nightmare mastermind because this soup/cereal thing is ...... a lot to take in

lucy: are you like, happy you're eating soup for breakfast? because i don't know how to feel. it's all very confusing.

josie: i think it's amazing, to be frank. i don't see the problem with eating soup for breakast

josie: soup is healthier than most cereal anyway. at least, the kinda cereal i eat. healthy cereal is a lie and a disgrace. it should be sugary and sweet.

#( lucy ! interaction. )#( lucy ! 001. )

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amira‌:

when: august 8th, early evening where: grounds outside of the ministry who: open to anyone

there’s always an energy that seems to propel her forward whenever she’s making her way out of the building, like momentum that’s been growing as it looks for some sort of release. even as she shoulders her bag and keeps her head down while passing down the main corridor, hopeful to not see anyone who might recognize her, she feels that same push towards the exit.

it’s only once she’s stepped outside that she feels like she can truly breathe again, exhaling twice in the open air before realizing that she’s still standing smack dab in front of the entrance and exit. with a couple steps, she moves further away, eventually moving to lean against the building. this internship is far more than she bargained for - and that’s just in terms of wardrobe, her legs aching from wearing the heels that have been stashed in the back of her closet for years now. with a flurry of muttered swears, she pulls them off and holds them in her hand, the ground warm under the thin fabric of her tights.

with her free hand, she rummages around in her bag, looking for the carton of cigarettes she’s stored in there. pulling one out, she notices the onlooker’s presence, not paying any attention to who it is. “are you gonna give me a hand, or just stare?” she replies shortly, brows furrowed, before holding the cigarette out. “i could use a light. if not, take a picture and move along. it’ll last longer.”

Josie was fleeing. Being home was making her feel dizzy with confrontation, and so she avoided the place like the plague. She longed for the days at Hogwarts, where the gap in her father’s family was less noticeable. She longed for the days where her dad had still been there. She longed for a beer.

Fucking hell, why wasn’t she of age yet? She moved through wizarding London, thankful for her newfound apparition abilities, looking for any distractions. Someone who might want to hang out, a familiar face, a person willing to buy a bottle of booze for her ( she much preferred wizarding liquor over muggle, which had been a surprise ). It was the familiar face she found, standing outside the Ministry, looking rather ... disheveled.

And that was coming from her. Ironic.

She stared, for a moment, wondering if it’d be strange to approach her ( which was unlike her, but she felt unlike herself that day anyway ) before being addressed. “Nah, I was just going to stare. Seemed like a healthy thing to do, ya know.” She moved over, fingers digging in her jacked, producing a lighter and her own pack of smokes. She tossed the former over. “There ya go.”