b r a v e like the l i o n

We mature with the damage, not with the years.

[captain-johnsxn]

Nighttime visitor

middle of the night meme

It was extremely late. Angelina wasn’t sure of the timesince she’d had her nose stuck in a mystery book, but she knew that, at thishour, no one should be banging on her door. Quick as a flash, she grabbed herwand and slowly crept toward the door. Squinting, she looked through the peephole and breathed a sigh of relief.

“What the bloody hell are you doing here?” she asked as sheswung the door open.

Zacharias opened his mouth to reply, but turned green andproceeded to vomit all over her floor. Well, that most certainly answered herquestion. Poor thing never would have made his way back to Hogwarts on his own.

With a flick of her wand, the mess before them vanished. “Alright,let’s get you to bed.”

Gently, she slipped her arm around his back and guided him towardher couch. The trip was a bit difficult, but they finally made it, and Angelinahelped Zacharias ease himself down on her couch.

“Ouch,” he muttered and pulled her book out from under him.

“Sorry about that,” she said as she reached for the book. “Iwas doing a bit of reading. Will you be alright here?”

“Think so,” he slurred. “Thanks.”

“Don’t worry about it.” She ruffled the Hufflepuff’s hairbefore heading back to her room to finish her book.

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Send “Do you know what time it is?” for my muse to knock on your muse’s door in the middle of the night.

Send “nighttime visitor” for your muse to knock on my muse’s door in the middle of the night. 

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angelina johnson

angelina johnson of gryffindor — what an excellent chaser that girl is, and rather attractive too.

[captain-johnsxn]

freckledxgeorgie:

   George reached over and gently took the feather from Angie’s hands, examining it before handing it back to her. He was impressed, it was a simple transfiguration but still was perfectly done and the feather was “That’ll do, better than going through the trouble of trying to convince him to lend us a feather. Though, the idea of sneaking into his office and nicking a few feathers sounded better than transfiguring one. Where’s the adventure in that, Ange?”

There was no helping the eye roll. “I’m sorry I ruined your adventure, George, but I don’t think it’s a good idea to break into your new colleague’s office to steal a feather. Surely they’d think we were trying to play a prank on him if we got caught.” Though she joked about it, Angelina did not want to get George in trouble with at work. He was going through enough for as is, no need to add getting fired to that list.

[nicholasflammel]

@dadefensenet event: poc canon members

“And the Quaffle is taken immediately by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor – what an excellent Chaser that girl is, and rather attractive, too –”

[captain-johnsxn]

37

headcanon meme

Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?

It depends on the situation. Most of the time she is very analytical,especially after becoming Quiddtich captain, but if someone she cares about isin trouble, her emotions take over, and she doesn’t really think through heractions.

[captain-johnsxn]

17

headcanon meme

Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

It varies depending on the season. Usually she just wears jeansand a nice top, but if it’s summer she wears shorts and the occasional croptop. She does have dresses, but she rarely wears them unless she has a reasonto, i.e. a date or going out to a club. Also, she has specific clothes that shewears to clubs and parties; mostly consisting of leather.

[captain-johnsxn]

46

headcanon meme

If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

She definitely wants someone she can trust, which isdifficult since she has trust issues. Also, a person who can take ninety percentof what she says as a grain of salt because, let’s face it, homegirl getspretty sarcastic sometimes. Basically just someone she can hang out with and beherself around and do fun (sometimes dirty) things with.

[captain-johnsxn]

12

headcanon meme

Favorite book genre?

She reads a lot of sports and fashion related magazines. Shedefinitely wouldn’t read romance unless she was just in the mood for smut. Herfavorite is probably a thriller or mystery because she likes to read thefeeling of suspense she gets while reading it.

[captain-johnsxn]

26: Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t work out?

headcanon meme

Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t work out?

As of right now, no. Her only plan is to stay in Hogsmeade andwork her shop. Mainly, this is because her sister is sick, and she can’t thinkpast the next few years without imagining her dead. If something were to happenand her shop was shut down, I feel like she would take a break from the wizardingworld and go back home to her dad. After a few years, she’d probably return andfind a way to get involved with Quidditch again.

[captain-johnsxn]

☛ GET INSIDE YOUR CHARACTER'S HEAD! aka The Excessively Detailed Headcanon Meme

Ask a question, any question! Because I have nothing better to do than to answer your questions. ... No, really. I don't. D:

1: What does their bedroom look like?

2: Do they have any daily rituals?

3: Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

4: What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

5: Cleanliness habits (personal, workspace, etc.)

6: Eating habits and sample daily menu

7: Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

8: Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

9: Makeup?

10: Neuroses? Do they recognize them as such?

11: Intellectual pursuits?

12: Favorite book genre?

13: Sexual Orientation? And, regardless of own orientation, thoughts on sexual orientation in general?

14: Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

15: Biggest and smallest short term goal?

16: Biggest and smallest long term goal?

17: Preferred mode of dress and rituals surrounding dress

18: Favorite beverage?

19: What do they think about before falling asleep at night?

20: Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

21: Turn-ons? Turn-offs?

22: Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

23: How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

24: Is there one subject of study that they excel at? Or do they even care about intellectual pursuits at all?

25: How do they see themselves 5 years from today?

26: Do they have any plans for the future? Any contingency plans if things don’t workout?

27: What is their biggest regret?

28: Who do they see as their best friend? Their worst enemy?

29: Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)

30: Reaction to sudden intrapersonal disaster (eg close family member suddenly dies)

31: Most prized possession?

32: Thoughts on material possessions in general?

33: Concept of home and family?

34: Thoughts on privacy? (Are they a private person, or are they prone to ‘TMI’?)

35: What activities do they enjoy, but consider to be a waste of time?

36: What makes them feel guilty?

37: Are they more analytical or more emotional in their decision-making?

38: What recharges them when they’re feeling drained?

39: Would you say that they have a superiority-complex? Inferiority-complex? Neither?

40: How misanthropic are they?

41: Hobbies?

42: How far did they get in formal education? What are their views on formal education vs self-education?

43: Religion?

44: Superstitions or views on the occult?

45: Do they express their thoughts through words or deeds?

46: If they were to fall in love, who (or what) is their ideal?

47: How do they express love?

48: If this person were to get into a fist fight, what is their fighting style like?

49: Is this person afraid of dying? Why or why not?

[captain-johnsxn]

freckledxgeorgie:

George continued to tap his fingers against his lips, thinking over about the feather and if there was anything he learned in Care of Magical Creatures that could reference a bird with light feathers. Nothing seemed to be coming up, and the longer he thought about it the more he concluded that the riddle was just using fluff words. “I think a random feather will do just fine, a regular feather– they’re all light. Kind of reminds me of first year when we learned wingardium leviosa and we had those feathers.” His fingers stopped tapping and a smile spread across his lips, “We could ask Flitwick for a feather. I’m sure he’s got loads lying around.”

A smile flitted across her face as she remembered first year and her frustrations with trying to make that feather float. She’d thought that becoming a witch was all waving a wand wishing for something to happen. Merlin had she been naïve. “Are you sure he’d give us one? He’d probably think we were going to use it for a prank and say no.” Still smiling, she pulled the bottom drawer of her desk open and retrieved one of her old quills. After laying it on the table, she waved her wand and muttered under her breath. Quick as a flash, her quill was transfigured into an actual feather. “That was much easier,” she muttered holding up the sleek feather.

[captain-johnsxn]

mosthandsomeweasley:

Surprise over came him as Angelina, in fact, continued on with the wall joke. For a moment, he was shocked speechless, but moments later, a wildly amused grin conquered his features. He knew she could handle it, and he was glad that she threw him that reply. No one really acknowledged his incident in passing, so for someone to do that, it made Fred feel slightly more sane.  “  No, that it did not do,  ” He began, shaking his head in amusement, “  But it did give me battle scars, and I know the ladies love battle scars.  ” He mockingly raised his eyebrows up and down at her in a playfully flirty matter.  Her suggestion about the frogs was even better than his original idea, which caused him to throw his hands up in excitement, causing the frog to be tossed in the air before he quickly realized and caught it. “  That’s absolutely brilliant, Angie ! The Great Hall.. but not on just any night, no – it’ll be a big night. The Halloween Feast! How does that sound?  ”  He couldn’t help but laugh at the thought, old Filch cleaning up hundreds upon hundreds of frogs. 

Briefly, she thought she had taken the joke to far—that Fred didn’t want her to talk about the wall at all. She opened her mouth to apologize explain, but then he smiled—a genuine one, not a fake one. She breathed a sigh of relief and let her shoulders relax. This was Fred, for Merlin’s sake; he was practically the king of dark humor. He could handle her off hand comments. “Not this lady.” She snorted, rolling her eyes. “You’re going to have to do a lot more than win a few battle scars to impress me.” Merlin, was it just a few years ago they’d gone to the Yule Ball—their first and last date—together? It felt like it was a million years ago.

Her eyes followed that poor creature as he was flung into the air only to be caught again. Poor thing. “Perfect, but you didn’t get the idea from me.” She grinned feeling like she was in school once more. They were considered responsible adults now, and that still scared the shit out of her. “But you have to promise to take a picture of the old wanker’s face when you let them out.” Angelina could almost picture it now. Ah, what a lovely sight.

[captain-johnsxn]

zach-the-attack:

“I am offended,“ Zacharias began with passion, a bit too loudly, and winced as his own voice rang in his ears, “that you would assume I’m not a professional dancer. I’ll have you know I’m basically a Johnny Castle.” It took him a moment to realise not everyone would understand that reference, regardless of the fact Angelina said she’d been raised as a muggle. “Have you seen that muggle film, Dirty Dancing? You should if you haven’t, it’s nice.” He’d watched it a few years after it’d come out, when he was ten, and he’d only done it because his muggle friend insisted; Zacharias had ended up liking it anyway. And such a funny thing the whole film thing was. Muggles were truly great. “I’m a half-blood though I’ve spent way more time in the wizarding world. Not really by choice but hey, what can you do. Family is family and all that.”

He cheered up when she agreed to his little offer. “Consider it done. I’m sure Sprout would be glad to have me off her hands even if just for a while. Apparently I’m too much of a menace,” he proclaimed almost proudly. His grin was wide as he recalled all the occasions he’d grated on his Head of House’s nerves. He sighed, pleased. “I love Sprout.”

A chuckle escaped his lips at her impromptu challenge. “You’ve certainly earned it, Angelina,” he said, making a point to use her name. “I respect anyone who can keep up with my drinking. Which some call a problem, by the way. I call it a solution.”

He listened to her, as serious as could be with this much alcohol running through his system, and finally threw her a smile a touch more genuine than his usual smirks. “If you ever need a drinking buddy again I’d never turn down an opportunity to get wasted.” He then laughed at her next words. “Go right ahead, I have a feeling we’ll be buying each other a lot of drinks before the night is over.”

Angelina snorted into her drink at his tone. “Alright, Johnny Castle. You’ll have to prove that to me sometime.” A quick nod was her answer. “Yeah, my sister made me watch it.” Personally, Angelina didn’t care much for romance films like Dirty Dancing. They were much too unrealistic in her opinion. Her sister on the other hand was a hopeless romantic. “Can I ask what your opinion on the movie was?” Angelina nodded. It was to be expected. Even as a half-blood who was raised by Muggles, she still gravitated toward the wizarding world. Whenever she asked herself why, she was never able to come up with an answer—only there was a feeling of acceptance that came along with being a part of this world that the Muggle world could never offer her. “Family can be a pain in the arse,” she muttered, taking a drink as she thought of her mother.

Angelina winced. “I don’t think Professor Sprout likes me that much. I blew up one of her plants, but in my defense, that plant tried to attack me first.” There was a reason she never liked Herbology. Something was so unnatural about the thought of a plant having a mind of its own. She still shivered at the thought and never went near the greenhouses unless necessary.

“Good,” she grinned lazily. “I’m glad, Zacharias.” Her grin grew wider as he continued. “Well, we’re on the same page then because I consider it a solution as well.” Whatever idiots said otherwise were obviously sticks in the mud and should be ignored.

A gentle smile crossed her face at his offer. “Thank you. I appreciate that. Next time I go out, I’ll be sure to call you.” Grin back in place, she returned to the bar to grab them both a drink when she realized she had no idea what he preferred. Biting her lip, she ordered four different drinks and headed back to their table. “I had no idea what you’d want so I grabbed some different stuff. There’s rum, beer, gin, and Ogden’s finest.”

[captain-johnsxn]

ofmarcusflint:

   Marcus hadn’t realised that he’d encounter anyone he went to school with here, but in hindsight it was stupid of him to make the assumption that he wouldn’t. Just because half of the people he knew had scattered to places all over the world these days didn’t mean that everyone had done the same. For some, staying close to home had been the choice that they made, resulting in the present situation. When Johnson proceeded to fold her arms, there was a defensiveness to it that didn’t surprise him. He was well-used to that kind of body language, and although he took note of it as a detail (more observant than most people took him to be), it didn’t trouble him. To have confirmation a moment later of exactly who owned the shop caused him to lift his eyebrows in surprise he didn’t bother to conceal. “I used to spend most of my time in Quality Quidditch Supplies on Hogsmeade weekends, like half of the players at school. Thought I’d check out what was standing in its place.” That he didn’t come to Hogsmeade all that often any longer was understating it; his job was divided between being on the move throughout most of the UK and Ireland and the Ministry offices in London. Eventually, he hoped to be more deeply involved internationally (a way to feed his travel addiction and give himself a challenge at the same time), but he had to start somewhere. Glancing around, wavy dark hair rumpled as ever, he took the shop in with new interest before his gaze appraised the girl standing before him levelly. “Layout designed to draw the casually browsing customer further in, I assume, but all of the essentials easily accessible for those who know what they want already or are simply looking to restock.” Moving, Marcus let his fingers brush against the selection of smoothly tapered leather gloves, still tempted despite himself. “Have to say, Johnson, you didn’t do a bad job. Nice place.” It was a touch brusque, a mannerism that hadn’t changed much, but it was a compliment nonetheless.

   Marcus hadn’t answered her question yet, because he wasn’t in the mood to reveal that much to anyone, but he recognised that avoiding it wasn’t helpful. “I was up at the castle for work purposes and I’m on my break,” he said crisply. “Thought I’d go for a walk and I’ve never yet seen a Quidditch shop that I could walk past and completely ignore.” Because in that at least, Marcus would always be consistent. “A question for a question. Have you been here long?” Because if what he suspected was correct, this felt like the sort of decision a lot of people had made post-war: to build something, and if not start over, find something to keep them occupied.

Angelina didn’t miss the look of surprise that crossed his face. It filled her with some satisfaction that her accomplishment could put that look on his face. She hated to admit it, but there was a part of her that grudgingly respected him. After all, he had played pro and obviously was relatively good at his job. The part of her that knew what it took to get to that level would always respect anyone who had made it pro. (Even if they were potential Death Eaters.) The thought of her school days made her heart ache from nostalgia. She had spent many a Hogsmeade visit in the Quidditch shop figuring out what equipment would be best suited for her, and wondering if she really need another poster of the English team. Hogsmeade didn’t hold that magical feel any more—perhaps it was because she spent all her time there—but it had somehow turned into the place she called home. She stiffened when he started to access the layout of her store and couldn’t help but preen under his praise—despite how much her stomach rolled with the feeling. If a Quidditch player—former or not—found her store attractive, it was a sign she was doing something right, at least—especially since Flint wasn’t that fond of her to begin with. “Well, I tried to make it so the customers would feel like there was always more to explore around each corner,” she muttered, sticking her hands into her back pockets. “Kinda like it was an adventure.” A pause. “The kids seem to like it anyway.” Flint was actually paying her a compliment; granted it wasn’t the sweetest thing she’d ever heard, but it still meant something coming from him. She had to fight back the smug smirk that threatened to overtake her face. Best to keep this little conversation civil, after all. “Thanks, Flint.” Her gag reflex nearly kicked in when she spit those words out. They tasted foul in her mouth. Thank Merlin, she’d never have to utter them again.

Now there was the unfriendliness she expected from one of her Slytherin classmates. They never failed to disappoint her. “Well, most have been interesting work if it brought you back to Hogwarts.” She wouldn’t pry though she was dying to know what in the world Marcus Flint was doing up at Hogwarts. Her fingers ran over the glove display until she found the pair she was looking for. “These are the best,” she muttered, running her fingers over them. “People look them over a lot because they’re not the most flashy pair, but they hold up well. If you’re looking for a new pair, I’d recommend these.” Forcing herself to meet his eyes, she extended the gloves toward him. It wasn’t a peace offering, but it was something similar. The muscles in her legs tensed when he asked for a question of his own, but relaxed when she found it was as simple as the amount of time she’d been here. “Not long. About a year, but I’ve been working on it since the war.”

[fanfictalkdotcom]

Angelina Johnson:

“Okay, men,” he said. “And women,” said Chaser Angelina Johnson. “And women,” Wood agreed. “This is it.”

[captain-johnsxn]

♗ for zach (i'm on mobile and i don't remember the password for zach's account lol)

nonsexual acts of intimacy

Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse’s lap

It had been a long night filled with lots of drinks andlaughing—two things Angelina indulged in when she hung out with Zacharias. Shecouldn’t count the times she’d fallen over her own feet on that dance floor. (Noteto self, drinking and dancing did not mix well.)

After the fourth time the bartender insisted that theyneeded to leave (Angelina refused to believe that they had been kicked out),the two had stumbled out of the bar like newborn deer. Angelina had no idea howthey’d made it to her flat without one of them falling on their faces; she’d barelygotten her door open, for Merlin’s sake.

She refused to let Zacharias go back to Hogwarts alone whenthey were both obviously pissed. She didn’t want him to get in trouble withFiltch. In the state he was in, there was no way that ornery old caretaker andhis obnoxious cat wouldn’t find Zacharias as soon as he entered the castle. Ifhe could even make it to the castle. There were too many unpredictable factors,and Angelina would never forgive herself if something happened to theHufflepuff.

“I’ll get you a blanket and a couple of pillows,” shemumbled as she tried to make her way down the hall without running into a wall.When she’d finally managed to locate two pillows and a blanket, she returned tothe living room and lobbed the contents of her arms onto the couch. (She wasmuch too drunk for making things look nice.)

Zacharias didn’t at all seem to be interested in sleepingoff the alcohol they’d consumed. Instead, he was examining a picture on her mantle;it featured Angelina and her sister about a year before the war. It was thelast time Angelina had a genuine smile on her face while in her sister’s presence.

“She’s my sister,” Angelina said quietly as she sat on the endof the couch.

“Figured,” Zacharias replied with a grin. “She looks likeyou.”

With that, he bounced down next to her, his head landing inher lap.

“Cheeky boy,” she muttered with a smile of her own.

When his grin widened, Angelina rolled her eyes and returnedher attention to the picture. She owed her sister a visit. They wrote to eachother, of course, but she had promised that she would come visit soon. In reality,she was putting off that trip until the last possible minute.

“She’s dying, you know. Just withering away. Doctors can’tdo anything for her. I can’t doanything for her. It’s pathetic, isn’t it? All this magic at the tips of myfingers, and I can’t even save my own sister.”

Realizing what she’d just admitted, she glanced down inpanic, but found her companion asleep, thanks to all the whiskey he hadconsumed. Gently, she rose from her seat and deposited his head on a pillow. Thenas quietly as possible, she stumbled down the hall to her bedroom.