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devin-druid

#photograph.

ackermarvel

#photograph.

limitlessplaylist

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Cheated and lied, broken so bad You made a vow, never get mad You play the game, though it’s unfair They’re all the same, who can compare?

#music.

tomhollandnet

You are not related to our former president, François Hollande? No, no!

#photographs.

woodisakeeper‌:

THE Scottish keeper was in a particularly good mood today which had everything to do with how well last night’s practice went. He was confident that the Gryffindor team was going to win the Inter-House Quidditch Cup this year and was going to do everything he possibly could to ensure that OUTCOME. “Morning, Creevey!” Oliver greeted, clapping an enthusiastic hand on the younger’s shoulder, “It’s a good year to be a Gryffindor, I’ll tell you that much.” Brown hues were glistening with confidence as if they’d already WON, “I actually AM heading to The Great Hall. Come on then. Let’s get some breakfast.” He draped an arm around Colin’s shoulder as he guided the two of them toward the aforementioned hall, “A package? Any idea what’ll be?” Though he can’t help the twang of jealousy that erupts throughout him. In his seven years at Hogwarts, he’d never O N C E gotten a package from his father.

" IT sure is! i can f e e l it, ” he eagerly nodded, smiling brightly toward the older boy. he wasn’t quite sure why oliver was so optimistic about the upcoming term, but instead of questioning it he instead took it in stride. he walked in step with the other gryffindor, still characterized by a jolly stride that would seem out of place so early in the morning by any student other than colin. “ well, i’m not exactly sure. he didn’t specify in his letter, but he said my nan left some treats for my brother and i that he’s going to send. and maybe he’ll include some things from my friends back home! they all think i’ve gone to some posh boarding school, though i guess that isn’t actually a complete lie. maybe he’ll send some new socks because all of mine have holes in them. oh! and i do hope he includes some more film for my camera. i’ve tried using the films they sell in diagon alley, but they just don’t seem to work on non-wizard cameras. and i much rather prefer my own camera to the wizarding ones. my mum gave it to me, you know... ” the fourth year rattled on with no end in sight, as he was known to do if not interrupted. but he stopped when he noticed a... troubled? look on oliver’s face. “ oh! i’m sorry! i’m probably annoying you, aren’t i! my dad always said i could find things a million things to say about even the most bland things. ”

#conversations.#woodisakeeper.#this got long he just rambles a lot

zbabini‌:

Boredom had overtaken Blaise as it often did. Sitting on a rarely occupied corridor bench, he buried his head in the Prophet. Though he barely read the words in front of him. He was aggravated in himself for falling into such a state so early in the school year but more upset with the castle. You would think after such an interesting spring it would carry it over to the fall. But no. Just students being sad everywhere, as if the summer hadn’t even occurred. At least Professor Umbridge was some kind of change. She was a curious woman he was learning. Well, the Prophet reported she was from what he actually read. Placing the paper on his lap, Blaise took notice of the figure standing in front of him. He must surely be out of it if just anyone could stumble upon him. That or he needed a better hiding spot. “Yes? Tell me you’re going to say something interesting and completely un-dreary.”

“ WELL, good news for you because my photos are interesting! at least, i think so. ” he skipped the few remaining steps between him and the other boy before lowering himself down onto the bench. holding the polaroid images up so that blaise could see them, he pointed out all of the small details that fluttered through the photographs. some were still damp from the potion they had recently been dipped in, but colin was just so excited he couldn’t wait the entire trip from the potions classroom back to the common room before he shared his enthusiasm. “ look! i took these at night, and even though you’d think they’d just be darkness, thanks to magic you can see the stars twinkling! o o h, and look, there’s even a bird flying past in this one! isn’t that amazing? my dad is going to love these. ”

#conversations.#zbabini.#his photos arent rlly that exciting but hes just rlly jazzed abt them bc hes a dork

angxlinajohnson‌:

“WELL, well, well, that Pumpkin pasty is looking awfully good. Care to share?”

COLIN began to respond, but as crumbs started to rain he quickly realized the futility due to his full mouth. instead, he broke off a piece of the food and held it out to the girl with a smile.

#conversations.#angxlinajohnson.

A youthful, almost infectious laugh e c h o e d down the large staircase that led to the entrance of gryffindor tower. and just a few moments after the sound hit your ears, there came colin bouncing down the steps with a joyful hop to his gait. the fourth year almost slipped from all of the energy he had, but then burst into another fit of laughter at his own ( almost ) blunder. at the sight of another person, he began to calm down and reduced to giggles. “ good morning! ” he happily chirped, “ i was just making my way to breakfast when i remembered that my dad’s package should be arriving today! are you headed to the great hall as well? ”

#pen.start #hi yall !! im lina and i'll try to post an intro tomorrow but have some happy colin #i was gonna start w sad colin but then i was like no gotta make a good first impression #also he's just rlly happy idk what he was originally laughing at maybe he just remembered a joke i do that a lot #im me for plotting if you want !!#conversations.

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#music.#q

sunst0ne

“He believed the stars were wishes, and that one day they would all come true.”

— Daniel Wallace, Big Fish

#words.

instrumentale

“your life is spelled out across your skin, scars telling your story in jagged, sprawling lines across your back one day you will meet a boy who will trace those scars with shaking fingers and ask ‘who did this to you?’ and you won’t have the heart to tell him the truth this boy will have scars of his own, scars in his mind and in his blood, whispering ‘traitor’ in his veins, and if you ask how they came to be he won’t have the courage to tell you the truth some scars heal and some scars hurt but you will meet another boy with scars of his own who will do anything to protect you from yours”

— blood red scars || s.b.a.

#words.