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alice longbottom. sixteen years old, double agent (mcgonagall's army), slytherin, hogwarts student, ciswoman & she/her. brought a knife to hell and saw / what was left down there and more / hide-and-seek'd for far too long / kept my treasures with my bones / lived for lies, lived for tales / lived for good and hit the rails / love you, boy, with what i know / hid that love up with my bones.

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katya, ailyn, ezra

KATERINA ‘KATYA’ WOOD-KRUM: What role do you usually play in a team or a group?

“I guess it depends on the situation. Actually… I love being second-in-command. I haven’t had much chances to be that outside of school projects, but still. I find it satisfying to be somewhat in charge, to reign people in, to have a say in whatever’s going on, and to yet not get blamed for the outcome as much as the leader does. And I think I’m pretty good at it, too. If you want more ‘real’ answers, though… Like, with my sisters… I don’t know. I’m the one who has difficulty making friends outside her tiny circle of people, I guess. I’m not a leader, but not necessarily a follower either. And both my sisters are much more leader types than I am, so would that make me a follower? I don’t know, because in that case, there’s no real leading or following. I just… I haven’t been in many teams, you know? I never had that many close friends outside of my family, so it’s hard to see what my place in a group would be like.”

AILYN WILKES: What is your stance when it comes to lying? Is lying ever acceptable, in your opinion?

“I’m an excellent liar, and in my opinion, there’s nothing wrong with lying if you’re doing it for the right reason. Like, okay, I’ll admit it. I have felt bad in the past about lying, especially to my parents, but that was because I didn’t have a legitimate reason to lie. The trick is to know why you’re lying, and who the person you’re lying to is. You have to know what you’re doing, and why you’re doing it. It’s that simple. Lying just for the hell of it isn’t simply ‘wrong’; it’s useless and childish.”

EZRA ‘Z’ DIGGORY: How do you feel about religion?

“I’m… Not sure, to be honest. Deep down, I think I don’t believe in it. It just doesn’t make much sense, does it? Like how could it work for muggles and us when our experiences are so different? How could our world be kept hidden from them in that scenario? But at the same time, it feels good to believe in something, doesn’t it? I like to do some things related to religion, I guess. Like Christmas and what not, but… Do I believe in it? I don’t think so. Also, I’ve read quite a bit in the past about what organized religion, especially Christianity, has done in the muggle world, and as much good as it can bring to some people, it doesn’t feel like something I’d want to actually follow. I don’t know… It’s complicated. I kind of wish I believed in something, but I just… Don’t. I guess.”

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midgen, manon. 

CLOSED STARTER FOR: @alicelngbttms LOCATION: ASTRONOMY TOWER DATE: ???

‘ maybe they’ll brood each other to death . ’ 

        a brief laugh is muffled in the inside sleeve of manon’s cardigan / the edges of lipstick transferring slightly onto the washed grey colour.     ❝  a girl could only wish as such. ❞    manon commented,    sparing a quick glance at the unnamed duo that their conversation was currently surrounding.   of course the two of them, currently perched in a somewhat shaded alcove situated by a freezing window overlooking the courtyard, had no say in the outcome of the situation they were viewing. but it also meant no one could see them ; hear them ; or judge them for their childish gossiping.    ❝  i bet that the ravenclaw kid will throw the first punch though,   never trusted those eagles i think they rival gryffindors for lack of patience.  ❞ 

Grinning, Alice looked down at her nails for a moment before moving her attention back to the duo outside. Tilting her head to the side, she tried to figure out what exactly was going on between the two of them, as well as who exactly they were. She knew their houses, sure. She’d seen them around, and no one around here exactly hid what House they belonged to, but she couldn’t recall their names, though it felt like they were hanging right at the tip of her tongue. “You’re right about that,” she finally answered with a small laugh as she absently reached towards the window to draw a little heart in the frozen glass. “Ravenclaws have always been hard to grasp for me. I used to think they were all nerds, but I quickly stopped believing that after I first arrived here in first year. It’s kind of like they can’t settle on one thing, isn’t it? Except for the patience thing, maybe.”

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👀 how long do you think your charade is going to last?

“Honestly?” she asked with a small laugh, before shrugging. “I don’t have a clue. I’m a good liar. A great liar, in fact, but carrying my family name with me is always going to play against me in this situation. Like, even if I was honestly one of them, they wouldn’t trust me any more than they do so right now. So… I’m not sure. Hopefully long enough for me to be able to do something useful rather than just be a burden and one more thing for them to worry about. I just want to help.”

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diggory, z.

when: march 1, evening who: z & alice where: the great hall

he spots alice from across the room, and a surge of disdain runs through him. not for the girl personally, really, but more in general. he doesn’t trust her: she’s not someone any of his comrades trust. and for good reason. but there’s another truth: if he can prove himself, if he can weed out a snake in their midst… well, they might get off his back a little. trust him without forcing him to do anything worse. so, despite not usually being a plotter, he sets off on a course towards the girl. “you know,” he says, taking the seat beside her and reaching for a goblet and pitcher of pumpkin juice, “avoiding everyone and sitting her looking sketchy all the time won’t make you any friends.” @alicelngbttms

Alice’s eye-rolls had become so common for the brunette that she honestly wouldn’t be surprised if her eyes caught that way, as her grandmother used to say would happen when she was little and did so. Still, she forced herself to smile, after rolling her eyes, as Z sat down beside her. Turning around to look at him, she rested an elbow on the table. “Seems to be working quite well, considering the fact that you’ve just randomly decided to come over and socialize,” she stated with a small chuckle before looking back down at her Daily Prophet for a few seconds. Then, furrowing her brow, she looked back up at Z. “What are you doing here, anyway? I thought you were doing quite an excellent job of pretending I don’t exist.”

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scbastlans‌:

WHERE: A corridor somewhere in Hogwarts. WHEN: A sunny afternoon, a few days after Lily was taken. WHO: Any student who’s not a “blood traitor”, a muggleborn or a known M.A. member. 

“Congrats on making your shirt and pants match, buddy. Didn’t think you had it in you,” Sebastian said in a way that was impossible to consider serious due to the enormous grin gracing his features. Leaning back slightly, he crossed his arms over his chest and looked up at the ceiling. Frowning in disgust, he looked back down. “Anyway, what’s everybody so upset about? Sure, there’s one less Weasley around, but don’t they have back-ups or something? Wait, is it the hot one that got, uh… That ran away?”

Alice let the joke about her clothes slide by her as she grinned at Sebastian, doing everything in her power not to roll her eyes at the boy’s utter lack of awareness and empathy. Is it the hot one; oh, how Alice despised him. Still, he was pretty much one of the only Death Eaters who didn’t seem smart enough to suspect her, and she wasn’t about to ruin that. “Depends on your definition of ‘hot’,” she replied as she raised an eyebrow, slightly tilting her head to the side. “Why? Would you feel... Bad for her if it was the hot one, Seb?” 

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potter, lily.

WHERE: Room of Requirement

WHEN: February 23rd, 2024 (evening, shortly before curfew)

Lily had always grappled with the quiet.

Nearly two months since the battle, Lily found herself watching as the castle slipped into a sense of complacency – of STILLNESS. It was nights like these where she found herself missing her father the most. The worst part of silence was that it forced her to think – think about emotions that she didn’t want to dwell on for too long. She couldn’t allow herself to succumb to this grief. She just had to smother it, and alcohol was the only way she knew how, so she drank. Then drank some more. It wasn’t the smartest idea, given the current state of the castle, but she just wanted to quiet her mind for once. She needed to forget about all the fuck ups and mistakes and mourning and longing and missing and regret. To forget and ESCAPE.

So that night, when she reached the seventh floor, she didn’t make the usual right towards the Fat Lady’s portrait but went left, towards the Room of Requirement. She wanted to take refuge there for the night, where her housemates wouldn’t find her. Tomorrow she would face the world again, but tonight, she’d allow her this pitiful excuse of a break from everything and everyone.

But when she finally stumbled through the door, thinking about her father again, the Room of Requirement looked…different from what she last remembered it to be. She’d asked it for a place to rest several times before, but this time, there wasn’t only a bed but also a mirror. An ornate mirror with some kind of strange inscription on it that she couldn’t make sense of. But what mattered to Lily more was what she saw in that mirror: her dad standing beside her.

It was impossible. She was wasted – she was wasted, and she had to be seeing things. Her dad wasn’t there beside her; he was dead. But yet, he looked so real, so close to how she remembered him. Heartbeat racing, she couldn’t help but take a glance around the room, almost expecting him to be standing next to her. Almost. But of course, he wasn’t.

Tears threatening to spill, she quickly clenched her eyes, trying to fight them off and just barely succeeding. She didn’t understand. Was this…was this some kind of strange window to the afterlife? If she walked closer to the mirror, to her dad, would she…risk crossing the veil?

Deciding after merely split seconds of hesitation that it was worth the risk, she stepped closer the mirror, gingerly touching the glass and meeting his hands. It was solid. “Dad – I – Dad, are you…are you actually here? Give me a sign or something if you are. Please. I – I need to talk with you…there’s – there’s just so much I have to say…things I didn’t say when I should’ve…” she managed to splutter out, slightly slurring over her words. “Please.”

Alice had been supposed to go get the message sitting for her one of the Room of Requirement’s empty shelves, but she had just managed to get away from her fellow Slytherins, right before curfew. She couldn’t exactly afford to be caught, especially considering how little the Death Eaters seemed to trust her, but at the same time, she couldn’t take the risk not to know what was in the message. Of course, she’d burn it right after reading it, but that just made it even more important. That message needed to be read, and then destroyed. Quickly.

Looking around a few times before she started pacing back and forth in front of the wall that would eventually open into the Room of Requirement, Alice felt her heartbeat fasten. She tried to be brave. She truly, truly did. But there was a reason why the brunette wasn’t a Gryffindor, and here was one more piece of proof to help confirm that. Finally, a door appeared in front of Alice, and she sighed in relief as she hurried towards it.

Expecting the room to be completely empty, Alice was more than surprised to hear a voice. Freezing in place, a thousand horrible scenarios made their way through her head before she found herself relaxing as she recognized Lily’s voice. A moment later, though, her brow was furrowing in confusing, and she took a hesitant step towards Lily’s voice. 

Fuck. This wasn’t fair. Lily didn’t deserve to be going through so much, so soon. None of them did, but Alice found herself feeling for Lily even more than the rest. Though they weren’t as close friends as Lily was friends with Ever, Alice still considered Lily a friend. One of the few people she saw that way, and it hurt to see her hurt so much. Especially since Alice hadn’t been able to do anything to help so far. If only there was a way to make everything right... 

Problem was, Alice couldn’t think of one, and so she swallowed nervously before letting Lily’s name escape her mouth in a somewhat croaky voice. 

“Lily, I— What are you doing here? It’s almost curfew,” she said lamely, grabbing her left eyebrow with her right hand as she looked at the mirror in front of the redhead. Tilting her head to the side, Alice found herself feeling even more confused as she tried to figure out what was going on.

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evergreenlongbttm‌:

where: abandoned greenhouse

when: the day after viv is found hurt, ( aka idk a date lol )

who: @alicelngbttms

It was all too much. Lily first and then Viv it seemed as if the world was crumbling out from under her feet. She felt helpless and maybe that was the point the Death Eaters were trying to get across. But it wasn’t going to stop her from trying. Trying to save her friends and family? Trying to fight people who were more than ready to hurt everyone? Ever wasn’t sure but she had to do something. She thought she was beginning to sound more and more like Lily as the days passed by and tension thickened– but look where that got her. She hadn’t slept much– anger and exhaustion was much better than whatever else came along with this situation. Too much. Too quick. She had to fix things– set everything right again. They wouldn’t go on hurting the people she loved without consequence. She would make sure.

Her first thought was Alice. Double agent or whatever she wanted to be called had to mean she knew something. And Ever needed to know whatever information that was– leader of the M.A. or not. Ever didn’t care.  Ever stormed through the corridors, wiping at her tears before the had a chance to make it down her cheeks. She searched every single spot she knew her sister to favor, knocking shoulders with those who got in her way before finally making her way down to the empty greenhouse they met in every now and then. Ever swung open the door, there was no time for greetings as she rushed over to her sister. Relief made her forget the tears she’d been so desperately trying to keep from falling but now fell down her cheeks. “ Do..you know where Lily was taken? –And…wh-who hurt Vivienne? I know..” She let out a shaky breath before continuing. “–I know that you know something. ”

It wasn’t that Alice hoped Ever would find her in the empty greenhouse. Or at least, it wasn’t what she had consciously hoped for. Leaning against the table and gently running her fingers over a plant she should know the name of — her father must have told her at least four times; they had a couple of those at home — she therefore wasn’t surprised when she looked up at the door being open and saw Ever storm in. Seeing the tears on her sister’s cheeks, Alice felt her heart constrict. This wasn’t fair. None of it was fair.

Ever obviously expected answers from Alice, and Alice didn’t have any. Once again, she’d be nothing more than a disappointment. It seemed like that was all she was these days. She thought she’d be able to help the M.A. by doing what she was doing, but so far, she’d been nothing but a burden. It was ridiculous, really. What had she been thinking? Trying to become a double agent with the Longbottom name attached to her. With two sisters who she had never pretended not to care for, and who had always shown which side they were on very clearly. Alice could play the bitter, resentful teenager all she wanted; no one was ever going to take her seriously. Not until she did something that mattered. 

Trying to swallow the lump in her throat, Alice found that she couldn’t wrench her gaze away from Ever. She didn’t deserve to look down at her feet. She was at least partly responsible for what had happened, wasn’t she? If she had been good at what she did, then Lily would have never been taken. Her friend would be here; she’d be okay. Viv wouldn’t have gotten hurt, and Ever wouldn’t be so upset. So distressed.

“They— They took her,” she said, before wincing as she realized just how stupid she sounded. Of course they had taken Lily. Ever fucking knew that. Ever had come here for answers; not for Alice to just state facts that she was already well aware of. Taking a deep breath, Alice brought her hand away from the plant she had been gently stroking, and brought it to her left one to wring them together. 

“They won’t tell me anything, Ever,” she blurted out, before giving her twin a chance to give an answer to her useless statement. Tears welling up in her eyes, she did everything she could not to let them fall. She didn’t deserve to cry. She didn’t deserve to be sad. Not when she had so much to be blamed for. “They won’t fucking say anything in front of me. I swear to god, they know. Or at least, they assume so. I tried, Ever. I swear! I tried! They won’t fucking tell me anything. They think I’m a traitor, and I’ve been trying to prove myself, to get information, but they won’t fucking let me. I swear I’m trying. I’m going to make up for this. I’m going to make this better somehow. I promise.”

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greyback, kimiko. 

“It’s a … criminally hideous combination, you’ve got a point,” said Kimiko, glancing at the fourth year’s outfit with a scrunched up face. “You know what you could just do, though? Look away. I know, I know — wild suggestion, and all that. It’s better for your heart, though. And eyes. And just, for everyone, because while that combination is the worst, that rant you went on was like the second worst.”

“Funny, isn’t it?” Alice asked, tilting her head to the side as she raised an eyebrow at Kimiko. “How you’re complaining about me complaining? Kind of full circle and what not.”

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burke, theodore.

“i think it’s rather bold. like, uh, musty english great-grandparent’s house’s wallpaper sort of risqué, y'know? ” theo had very little credit to judge the rest, as alice well knew, but he still took the seat next to her, resting his chin on both ends, elbows on the table. “ what would the hidden message be, uh? army’s secret code? ” the study hall was rather empty, but a group of chatting first years a few tables away made it all echo terribly, which hid some of their conversation, especially from the hears of their victim. “ i’d say the blue stripes is the location - blue, for the lake, stripes for, hm, the still waters? maybe they hold meetings underwater. ” his presence in that room was unjustified, given how he didn’t even carry a book or a single quill with him. “ or maybe it is just to give YOU, particularly you, a heart attack. ”

“Bold is a nice way to put it,” Alice stated as she tilted her head to the side as she kept at staring at the fourth year student. “That’d give them an excuse, at least. Actually, I hope that’s it. I’m a pro when it comes to fashion, I could crack these codes like it’s my job,” she added before turning around to look at Theodore. “Still quite difficult on the eyes, though, so no matter whether you’re being sarcastic or not, I do consider this outfit a very personal attack on me.”

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de silva, anthea.

“It looks like runes to me,” Anthea said, wrinkling their nose. “I never liked runes. Ancient Runes seems like the most ridiculous class. Should we tell someone about this? I feel like we should tell someone so it can be cleaned up. And just look away if it’s bothering you. Sunglasses inside is absurd and you know that.”

“You’re right. Sunglasses wouldn’t properly protect my eyes from this monstrosity; I’d need a blindfold,” Alice replied as she looked at the wall in disgust. “Graffiti’s one thing, but this... These colours, and— Oh, it’s not Ancient Runes, don’t worry. I’ve been taking that class since third year, and I don’t recognize any of these... Unless they’re ones I haven’t learned about yet. Think it’s a hidden message? Like, how to murder Alice and her eyes 101? Or something slightly more alarming?”

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meadowes, charlotte.

she held up her free hand shook her head, “I’m alright.” she really didn’t need alice to help her; at least, not right now. there were questions that she needed to ask her, and if she touched her, she would never be able to speak them. she’d melt, and she couldn’t do that now; she needed answers before she could do anything else – whatever that might be.

she looked down from the smile and a bubble of strained laughter escaped her lips at the question, “other than everything?” her voice cracked and she could already feel tears welling up. no! no, she couldn’t– she couldn’t cry. couldn’t let herself. 

she lifted her chin, her eyes softening as she studied alice. the softness of her skin and eyes that had always held so much strength, charlotte couldn’t even begin to wonder how she kept herself together. there was something else there. now. something vulnerable. her mind began to wonder if alice was as upset as charlotte was about lily’s disappearance – kidnapping – and maybe she was always right about her. maybe she wasn’t actually one of them, maybe she didn’t need to ask– no. her thoughts stopped. she did need to ask; couldn’t just keep assuming that people were good, no matter how much she liked them.

“alice, I–” she cast her gaze downwards once more, pursing her lips as she inhaled deeply, her back straightening with newfound courage. “are you actually one of them, ali?” she finally looked up again, her eyes soft, though there was a crease between her eyebrows that betrayed her fear. “because if you are, that– that’s okay,” her voice cracked again, and she inhaled, “but I need to know, ali, because…” she shook her head, the corners of lips tilting upwards, “because I really bloody like you, but if you’re one of them, after what’s happened to lily and me and all the people that have died because of them– if you’re a part of that… then I don’t think I’ll be able to stand being around you anymore. and I also can’t stand not knowing the truth, ali. I can’t do that anymore.”

Alice didn’t know what she was meant to do. Well, she knew what she should do, especially if she wanted to keep her cover intact, but... Shit. Seeing Charlotte so upset made Alice feel like her heart was squeezing in on itself, urging her to do something rather than just stand there and pretend she didn’t care. Alice had always thought of herself as a good liar, but she couldn’t lie to some people, like Ever and Violet. And now, Charlotte. Still, telling the redhead would put her in danger, even more so than before, and Alice didn’t know if she’d be able to deal with that.

Still, her question stung. She had known it’d be coming eventually, but it still hurt. She should be glad, really. Most, well some, people were believing in her act, no matter her family name, and she was proud of that. However, it felt quite... Weird to think that those people thought of her as a Death Eater. That they thought she agreed with the idea of blood purity and all that bullshit. Sure, Alice wasn’t the nicest person around, but still... It would have been a lie, another one, to say that it didn’t sting.

Alice typically just raised an eyebrow at questions like these, but this time, it was coming from Charlotte, and Alice panicked. She could feel her heart beating faster than usual, and she brought her hands together to wring them. In that moment, she was quite glad that she had learned all those breathing exercises, or Charlotte might have been able to guess that something was going on. Swallowing nervously, she looked down at the ground for a couple of seconds before looking back up at Charlotte.

“Do you believe I am?” she asked, her voice breaking embarrassingly in the middle of the question.

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roxannc‌:

Roxanne sauntered over to Alice Longbottom ( @alicelngbttms ) – who had felt like her main competition just a few hours earlier, and now just seemed like another member of the losing team. Trying to keep a smug grin from her lips ( Roxanne tried to pride herself on being a good sport, but there was something about winning that just made her feel like the world was hers to take ), she offered the other a bottle of beer. “Cheers, to a good game. I might’ve been slightly better, but you were really good as well! An honour to win against you, you know.” She felt a bit ashamed with the cockiness of her words and tone, but not enough to correct herself just yet. 

Alice knew Roxanne well enough to have been anticipating this. Rolling her eyes, she took a sip of her the beer after taking it from Roxanne and rolled it over her tongue like she was some teenage beer sommelier. Staring straight ahead for a moment after that, she sighed, and finally showed sign that she had heard the Ravenclaw. “You’re insufferable; I hope you know that,” she stated with a somewhat meek glare. She was disappointed to have lost, yes, but also, there were much more important things going on right now, and she wasn’t going to try and ruin her friendship with Roxanne just because the other’s head was inflating after a win. Still, it was pretty infuriating, and Alice forced herself to smile brightly.

“Keep it going and I’ll make everyone believe that you practice making out with toads. At night. In your bed.”

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tag dump (do they make sense? no, but i tried.)

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doesnttalkalot‌:

when: lunchtime  where: the great hall open to students

once, when he was very young, jasper talkalot had lost his family in diagon alley. he was certain they were right behind him (as they had all been looking into the window at quality quidditch supplies a moment ago), but, by the time he actually decided to check, there was no one there.  he had panicked for a moment, started walking off into the street, before he remembered an errant tidbit that he had learned a few weeks prior: most people lost in the woods often made things worse for themselves by journeying deeper into the unknown. this was not the woods, he knew, but he figured that it was still best to stay put, sitting down on the sidewalk and waiting for his mother to notice he was missing. 

thankfully, it hadn’t taken long. 

that day, as a panicked lucinda talkalot saw her eldest child sitting in the middle of a busy street staring off into the clouds, she couldn’t help but ask, “where is your head, jasper? what in the world is going on in your mind?”

he had started to say something about the woods, something about survival tips, but one of his siblings had interjected with a huff, “it’s just jasper, mom. you know how he is. he always has his head in the clouds.”

in the years since, he had thought of that moment often. and while he hadn’t appreciated the tone of voice being used, he had thought the descriptor rather apt. jasper was a simple man. he was hardly ever thinking about anything other than a few nebulous and flighty topics. his current preoccupations were quidditch (in which his head was literally in the clouds), on occasion, the object of his affections (which, in his view, was about as close to heaven and, thus, the clouds, as he was about to get) and his family (he admitted this one didn’t really quite fit the cloud metaphor.

nevertheless, it was, thus, unsurprising that, during their lunch break in the great hall, jasper had his head in the clouds again. when he finally grounded himself long enough to be aware of the world around him, his companion was looking at him like they expected him to say something. after trying to recall what they wanted from him and failing miserably, he took a bite from his sandwich, nonplussed.

“yes,” he said firmly, though he was not quite sure about what exactly he was agreeing to. 

“tell me this, though–” he changed the topic, “is it a cauldron full of hot strong love that goes like this,“ he hummed a few bars, “or is it magic magic man?“

“Talkless, I was asking you if you were done with your chips because my friend over there’s been eyeing them for a while. Or at least, I hope that’s what they were eyeing.”

Alice sighed as she looked at the blond. She felt such shame whenever she set her eyes upon him. To think that, for the first few months of first year, she had had a crush on him. It was more than embarrassing, really. The only people who knew were her sisters, and she was pretty sure they had forgotten by then, and for that, she was immensely glad.

Frowning at Jasper’s question, she tilted her head to the side. 

“Neither. It’s Frogilicious.”

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alice longbottom + romance ( ft. charlotte meadowes )

i need you, i need you, i need you right now. 

@keepsschasing

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ALICE LONGBOTTOM + NAME & PERSONALITY

lived for lies, lived for tales. lived for good, and hit the rails.

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WHERE: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. WHEN: Anytime between February 25th, 2024, and March 6th, 2024. WHO: Any Hogwarts student or professor.

“D’you think they know how aggressive the combination of those patterns look to me, and are trying to make me have my first heart attack at the tender age of sixteen? Or do you think they simply don’t have any taste whatsoever? Ooooooh, or maybe it’s a hidden message. No matter what’s the truth, though, I feel like I should be wearing sunglasses whenever I look at them. Make it stop.”