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bellamy mcgonagall. nineteen. gryffindor alumnus. MoM intern. "young james dean. some say he looks just like his father."

[bellamymcgonagall]

erin-mccormack·:

“Alright then,” Erin muttered, taking the jacket and putting it over her shoulders. “Maybe- maybe I should just go for a tea, yeah? That’s a bit more of an all around drink.”

Bellamy watched her thoughtfully as she threw on his jacket. It swamped her small frame, and it made the corner of his mouth twitch upward slightly. Shrugging his shoulders, he shook his head. “I’m sure they would give you mead if you asked for it. All they want is your money, after all.” 

[bellamymcgonagall]

erin-mccormack·:

“Alright then,” Erin muttered, taking the jacket and putting it over her shoulders. “Maybe- maybe I should just go for a tea, yeah? That’s a bit more of an all around drink.”

Bellamy smiled at her, crossing his arms once his arms were free of his jacket. “Maybe. I guess it depends on why you’re drinking,” he chuckled softly. “Tea is always a good move though.” 

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erin-mccormack·:

“Oh, no, no, it’s fine, really. I’m sure I can warm myself up.” Erin insisted. She looked over Bellamy’s shoulder, her eyes trailing down the street. “Do you reckon the Broomsticks are still serving that mulled mead, or do you think it’s more of a seasonal drink?”

“I’m not really one to take no for an answer,” he replied, holding out the jacket to her and watching her expectantly, waiting for her to take it. “I think it’s seasonal, but I think they could probably whip something up that’s similar if you wanted.” 

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erin-mccormack·:

“Not my fault if you don’t believe me. It’s the truth.” Erin frowned. “I’m just cold. We’re heading into spring now, but there’s still a winter chill hanging around, and I didn’t expect it, that’s all.”

“Okay,” Bellamy said, trailing off slightly as he looked around for a moment before he found his gaze falling back to Erin. “Did you want to borrow my jacket then?” he asked, already pulling it off before she could answer. 

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erin-mccormack·:

“What? No, I’m fine.” Erin replied quickly, shoving her trembling hand behind her back. “It’s nothing to worry about. Honestly.”

“Yes, because that sounded quite convincing,” Bellamy said, eyeing her skeptically as he nodded toward the hand behind her back. “What’s up with that?”

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aliceofthelongbottoms·:

“It’s the fl-flowers that really b-bother me. All th-that pollen ma-makes me f-feel like I have an al-allergy even th-though I d-don’t.”

“Maybe you do have allergies, love,” he pointed out, his tone less annoyed and more sympathetic now. Brotherly in a way that he never used with Callista. 

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bcnjaminollivandcr·:

“Well aren’t you just a ray of sunshine today?”

“Not all of us can be as happy as you, Ollivander,” Bellamy chided. “It’s like there’s a rainbow shooting out your arse.” 

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freya-avery·:

“You are a real ray of sunshine,” Freya rolled her eyes.

“Only for you, love,” he teased, smirking as he leaned back in his chair.

[bellamymcgonagall]

novaslughorn·:

“For once I can’t help but agree with you. I’ve been getting annoyed seeing everyone so happy, like fuck off.”

“For once?” Bellamy laid a hand on his chest as if wounded. “That almost hurts. I feel rather scorned.” He chuckled under his breath, dropping his hand. “Why are you so miserable, Slughorn?” 

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callistaxmcgonagall·:

“Happy Valentine’s Day to you too, Bell,” Callista said teasingly, knowing he wasn’t big on the romantics at the moment, “Fancy joining your big sister for a drink?”

“Don’t you have a husband to entertain?” he asked, the tone of his voice one of amusement and no bitterness. “I wouldn’t want to take your time away from him.” 

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mariefortescue·:

“Right?” Marie laughed. “Don’t forget people who talk about how much they’re in love even though they’ve only been dating for a month or so. I don’t mean to be a downer, but some people are just really ridiculous.”

“Let’s not forget the fifteen year olds who tell everyone they’re going to be with their boyfriend or girlfriend forever. Because I promise you, that shit will end quickly,” Bellamy scoffed, shaking his head. 

[bellamymcgonagall]

“If I see one more stuffed animal, I’m going to lose my mind,” Bellamy huffed, shaking his head. “And please don’t get me started on flowers. And sappy Instagram posts.” 

[bellamymcgonagall]

marcuscarson·:

“Thanks.” Marcus murmured from behind his cigarette. “I take it you work in here?” He said after a moment, motioning to the building.

“No,” he shook his head. “I work for the Ministry. I live in the building right there.” He pointed across the street, gesturing to his building. 

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marcuscarson·:

Marcus had finally sorted out his apartment and he’d been taking a look around the ministry, getting the chance to have a poke around and a feel for the place he would be calling home for the next however many months. Heading outside of the imposing building, he pulled a packet of cigarettes from his pocket, patting around for his lighter. “Got a light?” He asked after a moments searching.

Bellamy had been taking a moment to relax outside, needing a moment to himself after having been working for so long. He was people watching hwen Marcus had come outside, and he only glanced at him for a moment before going back to his business. It wasn’t until he spoke up that he gave him his attention. “Oh, yeah,” he nodded, sneaking his head into his pocket and pulling it out with a lighter. He handed it to the guy. “There you go, mate.” 

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callistaxmcgonagall·:

Callista shook her head, “Oh stop, I’m gonna start crying again,” She said, fanning her face with her free hand a little with a laugh, “I know he would have. All he wanted was for me to be happy. And you too, Bell,” She said, squeezing his hand gently.

“Please don’t,” Bell laughed, his expression softening as he let out another breath. “Sometimes I wish I had as much time with him as you did. I don’t remember him as well as you. I’m a little jealous.” He paused, and shook his head. “But I won’t hold that against you on your wedding day.” He winked at her teasingly. 

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callistaxmcgonagall·:

Callista smiled at her brother warmly as she placed a hand on his cheek for a brief moment, “Everything is perfect, Bellamy. Natalie might have a fit if it wasn’t,” She joked, “The only thing I need from you is to be here, be my brother, and you’ve done that.”

Bellamy leaned into her touch, happy to know that she was happy. He didn’t care about much else. Sighing,he took her hand and held it gently, keeping her close by. “Well, there is absolutely no other place I’d rather be. I’m so happy for you and Liam.” He liked his sister’s husband. He thought that he was brilliant for her. “I think Dad would have loved him.” 

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callistaxmcgonagall·:

Callista hadn’t stopped smiling. She was smiling so much her face was starting to hurt but she showed no sign of stopping. She didn’t want to. She was married to the man she loved, she had every reason to be smiling. She sat at the table at the head of the hall, looking around at her loved ones in a world of her own. Then she realized someone was speaking and she turned, “Sorry, I was a little distracted. What did you say?”

“I was just making sure that you had everything you needed at the moment,” Bellamy said, smiling softly at his sister. He had never seen her so happy; he wished he could keep this expression on her face forever. “Do you need anything from me?”