this is my fate, i'm brave.

Till the race ends, no I won't give up, while the world spins, I'll be strong enough. // greta catchlove, nineteen, hufflepuff of '78

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“Sure thing, jellybean. We start in an hour on the dot.” Greta flicked off excess ink from her quill into a pot, jotting down the name of another volunteer entering the Honeyduke’s Sweet Eating Contest before moving onto assisting another customer. 

“Can I help ya with anything?”

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endearborn‌:

“I’m just saying, I don’t stick my fingers where they don’t belong. Not mouths, not holes in doors, and definitely not in bottles. I’m not going to be the bloody tosser that gets his finger stuck or bitten off.”

“But the whoosh sound is catchy, you have to admit. Whoosh,” A stream of air poured from pursed lips as her chipmunk cheeks deflated, index finger poking in and out of the glass cider bottle.

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“It’s a big match we’re prepping for against Grimsby tomorrow,” She pointed to the Rovers bracelet she wore, Doncaster’s football club.

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hiii finally an intro post b/c it’s been a battle of kt vs computer battery but i’ve finally come out victorious YEET

i’m kt or katy or stoner dumbass, whatever fits that day. and i’ll be playing both greta catchlove & amelia bones!! the loves of my life forever now :O some overview ~ also idk how i always get stuck with an abundance of huffepuffs but it happens to me everywhere LOL

greta

hufflepuff graduate of ‘78

a muggleborn

probably the sweetest person to ever exist from doncaster LOL

currently working at her dad’s muggle toyshop at the counter and also to repair toys ~*~magically~*~ for kiddos. she’s starting to think of starting her own business like it in the wizarding world, as she’s getting good at it on her own with simple repairs

pls luv her, she small & lovely

amelia

ight this lil shit is a hufflepuff graduate of ‘74

hustling as a speech writer & press release specialist for dat mr minister dude in the ministry

loves to duel AND has picked up boxing!

also makes homemade dog treats in her free time if your character’s pupper ever wants a sweet treat!

she is a lil rough around the edges, but means well... usually LOL 

ty for reading <3 can’t wait to play & plot more! also... if anyone ever needs connections or has plot ideas, hmu. cuz 3 sounds like a lucky number *eye emoji*

xx kt

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bertramlawbrey‌:

Bertram quickly sent the wad flying towards the nearest bin and was glad to be done with it, hopefully never to think of it as a substitute for dental hygiene again. “Huh,” he considered, though not very thoroughly. It was more the illusion of considering, and that’s all that really mattered. “Isn’t that just swapping one bad habit for another?” 

“Wouldn’t you say it’s the choice between the lesser of two evils? Evil is a harsh word for it, but you know what I’m saying. Wait-- has gum ever killed anyone?” Besides the soles of shoes, that is.

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dorcasmdowes‌:

“Merlin, it’s not that hard to throw things away properly,” Dorcas grumbled, slowing her steps as their conversation was interrupted. “I mean, the garbage bin is right there!”

“Is it safe to assume they lost their bifocals this morning and couldn’t find the rubbish bin? How likely do you reckon?”

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churchofviolet‌:

“Why would I mind?” Violet said, tone bored. “Anything has to be better than standing here.” It didn’t cross her mind to try to sound grateful; she felt too on edge, too scratchy from the past few weeks and all it had brought. She shifted out of the way, holding her hands up. “Go ahead.”

“It’d be about as exciting as watching paint dry. Well, maybe worse than that, because once the acrylic’s dried, you’re able to frame-- Heh, sorry,” Greta’s giggle was a nervous one, nose glowing pink as she proceeded to tap pear to brick. “Canny wait to get off to Ollivander’s, then, right?”

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mckinnonmarlene‌:

Marlene turned back to Greta with a sheepish smile. In her moment of neglect, the ball of gum fell gracelessly into the grass behind them.

“So what if I am? It’s more fun this way ‘cause it’s unexpected. Everyone knows what a rubber ball does.” But curiosity reared its ugly head again. “What else have you got in there?”

“About anything any ordinary bird would have,” Though having two options tucked away for a rubber ball and the tinge of pink to her cheeks told another story. “Some bubbles and the butterfly shaped wand to go with, my great aunt Dee’s linen scarf, do you need any lip balm? I have coconut, black cherry, and a fizzy pop flavor. A couple different sized plasters and my coin purse, of course.”

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bertramlawbrey‌:

“That’s—” Bertram didn’t have words for exactly what that statement made him feel, but he thought his face might get the point across. “That’s just not how that works,” he managed with some disgust. “Then you just keep…chewing it.”

A flick of his wand freed the witch from the sticky entanglement, but now he almost regretted offering. He couldn’t stop thinking about chewed and chewed and rechewed Christmas roast.

“The option to discard the piece is there, or you can do what our fellow human did and spit it out for someone else to stumble upon later. Maybe gum is a horrid habit, after all, but did you hear about the type that’s supposedly going to help smokers quit? That doesn’t sound half bad.”

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mckinnonmarlene‌:

One look at Greta’s face, and Marlene burst into a fit of giggles. “Whatever happened to common fucking courtesy?” she shouted, watching with glee as her own wand bounced the little speck up and down against the concrete.

“Another person’s rubbish truly is another’s treasure. Are you having a good time there? I may have an actual rubber ball somewhere in this thing,” Greta remembered, sifting through the purse that needed an extendable charm yesterday.

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mckinnonmarlene‌:

True to form, Marlene was pulled from her self-involved reverie by the only thing Greta had said that she could possibly turn into an argument. “Who doesn’t like peppermint?”

“The little bugger who decided to put a bump in my day.” Greta gave the bottom of her shoe a single look over, pear wand glowing golden in the springtime sunshine with a flick of her wrist. “Whooo wouldn’t?” The sass was returned in a joking tone, of course, a cheeky smile paired with.

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bertramlawbrey‌:

“Nasty habit, gum chewing,” Bertram sneered, glancing in the general direction of the sticky substance with obvious distaste. In his hand, he gave his wand a pretend little flick to mime spelling away the mess. “Want me to?”

“A lot easier than flossing, though, just chewing away. Really, they should call gum Spinach Be Gone. Or Christmas Roast Away.” She could have created a laundry list of names, one more relatable than the last, but decided the point had come across just fine and sticking to the sidewalk was starting to lose her interest.

“Please, I insist, thank you for that. There isn’t much to complain about, is there? My shoes are just fine. At least I’ll never litter with this memory in mind.”

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violetchurches‌:

Violet stood in front of the wall, arms folded, eyes looking up to heaven. It couldn’t have been clearer that she was feeling somewhat defensive; it was oozing out of her so much it was infecting the very atmosphere around her, seeping into the air. “This is the stupidest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” she announced, her words punctuated with annoyance and indignation. “How the fuck are you meant to use a wand to get in when you don’t have a wand in the first place?”

“That’s how it goes, doesn’t it?” Greta’s nose scrunched as her words reached her own ears. “Sorry,” Don’t just say anything to make small talk, you sillyhead, she reminded herself before going on to offer something a bit helpful. 

“Let me, if you don’t mind.” She hoped she wouldn’t mind. Or else they’d be sat there. And that might get awkward staring back and forth after some time.

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jammypotts‌:

James had been squinting at the ground for nearly 15 minutes looking for the piece of gum that shot out of his mouth. He had just been trying to blow a bubble, and just like that, the gum he was enjoying disappeared into thin air. “Merlin, where the bloody hell–”

“It was bubblegum, actually.”

She lifted her foot from the ground, long and sticky strings of bright pink coming into view, “I think maybe he grew a mind of his own and hopped out of your mouth there.”

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“Oh, for goodness --” Greta came to a halt as the sole of her shoe adhered to the pavement, thanks to a piece of discarded gum, “Must not like peppermint.”

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