haven't you heard?

BERTHA JORKINS twenty-two. former hufflepuff. born on the cusp of magic. certifiably adorable gossip queen.

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algernonflint:

“Ah, you know.  A nice, well-cooked steak.  Salmon. Pasta.  Fancier dishes, I suppose.”

“Huh. Y’know, I just don’t get what about that is romantic. There’s nothing romantic about fish, or meat.”

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delilahtugwood:

“That sounds.. Quite exciting, Betsy, but I’m not sure how it pertains to me.”

“It doesn’t, I was just saying... I dunno. Sometimes it’s fun to know things that don’t pertain to you. At least, that’s what I think!”

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benjysbandages:

“I would put that at the top of your list.”

“I don’t have a list. Should I get a list?”

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regaldaffodil:

“That’s so rude. You should have told him you have very powerful friends" 

“But then what if he thought I was trying t’ threaten him?”

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kingsrustedcrown:

“Which wand we talkin’ here?”

“The one you can do magic with.”

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mulcimperius:

“Mm. Remind me, what time of day did you say this was?”

“This was, like, six in the-- wait. D’you mean right now, or then?”

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acidgreenqueen:

“Your wish is my command!” Rita said happily.

Rita gave the feather another few pokes and it inflated like a balloon…

“Perfect! Perfect perfect, it’s my favorite, thank you! You’re so nice, Rita. To me, I mean.”

[algernonflint]

“Nah, I’m not doing anything special for Valentine’s day.  I’ve got t’work, actually.  Lots of fancy, romantic dishes.  Steaks and pastas and seafood.  I’m sure you’ll have a decent time, though, doing…all of those things you just told me.”

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"What’s a romantic dish?”

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“Now that’s a nasty cut if I’ve ever seen one.” 

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“Ugh, I know, I need new scissors.”

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“...and then he pulled out his wand and said if I ever told anyone he’d make me regret it.”

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sturgispodmore:

Sturgis pressed his lips together. “I don’t believe wishing is daft. Just, I suppose, wishing and not doing anything about it, not even trying. Not taking action, is what I mean.” He scratched the side of his face. “You can’t change the past, no. But you can take what this all has taught you—how it makes you feel—and apply it to your future, I think. So we weren’t the best of mates, but Florence did make an impact on your life. Even if it’s not the same, you can still carry that with you.”

Bertha looked up and smiled, weakly. “Thank you, Sturgis,” she said, and looked at him a little while, before abruptly throwing her arms out and wrapping them around him.

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brooderick:

“Right, good, maybe you can think on that and re-evaluate your self-worth, or something like that. I’m no therapist, nor am I any good at comforting anybody. Sorry, miss.”

Bertha laughed (a cross between a snort and a chuckle -- a chortle?) and shook her head in disbelief. “How old are you?”

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acidgreenqueen:

“I understand the dilemma, dear!” Rita rolls up her sleeves confidently, eager to show off, and pulls out her wand, “But no reason it can’t be both!”

She sticks her tongue between her teeth and gestures with her wand a few times over the white quill, as if she’s a holding a cake knife and trying to figure out the best way to slice.

“Alright… pink… sparkly…”

With each word she jabs sharply at the feather with a few muttered incantations…

“…Fancy! How’s this, darling?”

“Beautiful!” she squealed, thoroughly impressed by the simple transfiguration. “But what if it was... poofier?”

[dawnmwithey]

“I heard from a little birdy they put drops of liquid luck in their Snitch shots.” 

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“‘M always lucky, babe.”

“Happy birthday.”

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sturgispodmore:

“I understand what you mean. But, well, I don’t think you took anything away. Florence was– she could hold her own, and then some. I think she liked a bit of the conflict, in some ways.”

Bertha nodded, and rubbed her nose. “I hope so.” She sighed, heavily. “Kinda wish we coulda been friends, though. But wishing’s stupid, right?”

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acidgreenqueen:

“Mm hm…” Rita, usually attentive to her partners in conversation, is not registering well what the other witch is saying.

“Ah yes! I almost forgot. Did you bring your quill? I can help you Transfigure it! Just tell me what style, what colour, whatever you like!”

“Oh, yeah,” she said, lifting her purse onto her lap and pulling out the quill. “I like, um... pink, and sparkles, and fancy. But-- I can’t ever tell if I should try to be cute or elegant, you know?”

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jaxgrass:

“If you won’t let me buy you a drink, I don’t know how I’m going to make it up to you.”

“...Okay.”