Leah's Lame Blog

Hi I’m Leah. I like to cuddle, and break curses too! Bill Weasley is my babe. Follows are from @AshleyKaiba ! ENFJ, Ravenclaw, Pisces

[confundoleah]

I feel like this is Leah in like 50% of her interactions with Bill.

“I’m not joking damnit, I’m being serious”

[confundoleah]

Is Charlie freckled.. down there?

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[confundoleah]

I think about this a lot

[confundoleah]

Christian dies

Testing out my first person POV

Decided to write this in Leah’s POV for obvious reasons. 

“Christian is sick. The mediwizard wants to see you.” Those words truly didn’t translate to me at first. I was watching the kids sans Olly finish off their dinner as Bill says them to me. At dinner time, we received an owl from St. Mungo’s. Christian had reported to them with excruciating chest pain, and now he was on my unit and was seemingly dying. Bill, being the wonderful man he is, went to the hospital in my place, taking Olly to see his dad. 

“What does that have to do with me?” I asked my husband, who sighs and looks oddly uncomfortable. If you knew Bill, you knew that he was always cool, calm, and collected. I’ve only ever seen him really upset during the war, or if I poked his buttons enough. 

“Christian never removed you as his proxy when you guys divorced. And he refused to have Chiara change it when he admitted hours ago. Now he’s in and out of it. He wants you to make his medical decisions.” 

Seriously? Fucking seriously? After all he put me through, he wants me to make sound medical decisions FOR him? I would have him fucking fed to a fucking Hippogriff! I can’t describe the anger boiling up, I wanted to hit something, or break something. But I can’t. 

“Fine. Let’s call our mums to watch the kids.” 

I think Bill sensed my unease as we walked into the hospital and let me wrap myself around his arm. I haven’t been in the same room as Christian in years. Bill always brought Olly to his visitations and when Olly was old enough, he went on his own. I avoided contact at all costs outside of work. And even during work, Chiara would take report as Christian brought patients up. 

My stomach turned as we walked into my home unit at work. Critical Care. It was easy to spot which room was Christian as I spotted Olly standing just outside the door. 

Olly turned to face us, and his face is red and teary. I let go of Bill and entered the room while Olly immediately goes to cling to Bill. I knew it was really bad if Olly was emotional. Olly was sixteen and in that “invincible” stage as mum called it. He was quite arrogant, and nothing bothered him. He was the “go with the flow” boy. Just like Bill…Now if he was calling Bill “daddy” and hold onto him for dear life, then it was pretty fucking bad. 

The room was dim lit, and Christian was tucked neatly in bed. Chiara’s work for sure. Her rooms always looked presentable. His eyes are closed, and he surely looks peaceful. Fucking bastard. His breaths are a bit shallow.  I pulled out my wand from my pocket and immediately run it over his body to take vitals. Breath’s shallow, heart rate dropping, soft blood pressure… he was surely dying. But where are the mediwizards?

“Olly baby..” I turned towards my baby. I hated to see him cry. He was always the sweetest boy. “Why haven’t they done anything?” 

“No..” 

I could’ve shit myself when I heard Christian’s voice. I looked down and there he was staring at me. His eyes were wide, and his breathing suddenly became labored. 

“I don’t want anything” He manages to spit out before attempting to take a deep breath but coughs. I grab napkins from the bedside table and wipe the pink sputum coming from his mouth. I  can’t even bring myself to do anything else. 

“You’re 46. You’re young.” Why the fuck am I encouraging this dickhead to live? After everything he’s done to me.. But Oliver. He loves his dad. 

“No.. it’s…enough.” 

I’m now reminded of a conversation we did have about advanced directives. He said he didn’t want to suffer…and I said he should…and that was the end of that conversation… 

I really started to think about why he made me his decision maker. He truly did not have any family. His parents were dead years ago. His seven siblings were fuckin death eaters and are either dead or in Azkaban. Oliver was only sixteen. Almost an adult but too young to decide this. Christian never remarried or dated according to Oliver… I guess I am the only one. 

His stare. I’ve seen that stare in others countless times. Eyes glazed over. He was looking at me but not really looking at me. His breaths were shallower. And each breath was a bit further than the last. Agonal. This was really it. 

“Olly baby come here. He’s going.” 

Olly is next to me in a second, leaning over the bed and whispering things to his dad and crying. Bill’s right behind me and I feel his arm around me. 

As Christian takes his last breath, I don’t even feel bad. I don’t even feel sad.  I feel…relieved?  My firstborn is sobbing for his birth father, who he says may not have been the most nurturing like Bill but was one of his fathers nonetheless and I was relieved! 

“Mummy, Daddy, I can’t..I can’t!” Bill immediately takes Olly into his bone crushing hug before I could move. I hug my baby but I can’t help but look back at Christian. 

His eyes never left me. 

[redhairedgryffindor]

Oh my god! Finally adult Ben!!!

[anxietyproblem]

[hometoursandotherstuff]

[confundoleah]

Look at Bill’s face, my face and Charlie’s face. I’m fucking dying 😂😂😂

[ahmortentia]

Potions Asks

Amortentia: Talk about 3 things you love. Ageing Potion: imagine yourself 50-60 years from now. how would you like a typical day to go? where do you see yourself? Alihotsy Draught: name and write about a few topics you’re really passionate about. Antidote to Veritaserum: what is the biggest/most memorable lie you’ve told? Babbling Beverage: what kind of person are you when you’re drunk/hyped up on caffeine? Barufflo’s Brain Elixir: if you could master one skill instantly, what would it be? Bloodroot Potion: describe a time you felt heartbroken. Bruise removal paste: after you were heartbroken, what healed you? Burn healing paste: are you cautious or are you impulsive? Calming Draught: what do you do on a rainy day? Caxambu Style Borborygmus Potion: what’s your favorite food? Confusing Concoction: What do you struggle most with? Cough Potion: What do you do to get better when you’re sick? Cure for Boils: Write about three pet peeves. Death potion: If you were told you were going to die in 24 hours, what would you do? Deflating draught: Would you call yourself arrogant/modest? Developing Solution: What’s the best photo you’ve taken? Which one’s your favorite? Dogbreath Potion: What superpower would you have and why? Doxycide: are you more clean or messy? Dr. Ubbly’s Oblivious Unction: are you critical of yourself? if you are, how do you want to work on it? Draught of Living Death: How would you like your funeral to go? Draught of Peace: What relaxes you? Drink of Despair: What’s your biggest regret? Drowsiness Draught: What’s your bedtime routine? Elixir of life: Would you rather live five ok/mediocre years or one incredible year? Elixir to Induce Euphoria: What makes you feel alive? Essence of Dittany: what’s the worst scar you currently have? Exploding Potion: Do you like fireworks? Fatiguing Infusion: Describe a recent/memorable dream. Felix Felicis: Do you believe in luck? Flesh-Eating Slug Repellent: How do you keep bad thoughts away? Forgetfulness Potion: What is your favorite memory? Fungiface Potion: What’s the greatest prank you’ve pulled? Gregory’s Unctuous Unction: Describe your best friend(s). Hair-Raising Potion: What scares you? Hate potion: If you had to name your worst trait, what would it be? Herbicide Potion: do you have a green thumb? Hiccoughing Solution: what’s the funniest thing that’s happened to you? Invigoration Draught: how do you wake up in the mornings? Invisibility Potion: What you do if you were invisible for a day? Jawbind Potion: Are you talkative? What do you like to talk about? Laugh-Inducing Potion: Tell a funny story. Mandrake Restorative Draught: How long can you stand still? Manegro Potion: How do you like to cut your hair? Mopsus Potion: What do you want to be doing 5 years from now? Muffling Draught: Favorite genre of music? Oculus Potion: would you rather see the distant past or the distant future? Pepperup Potion: what makes you feel alive? Polyjuice Potion: If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? Quodpot Solution: What’s your opinion on sports (are you a fan of any specific teams/sport)? Rat Tonic: Do you have any pets? Shrinking Solution: How tall are you? Do you like your height (why/why not)? Skele-Gro: What helps you feel better? Sleakeazy’s Hair Potion: Describe yourself in 6 words or less. Veritaserum: What is one truth you’ve wanted to get off your chest? Volubilis Potion: Can you/do you like to sing? Wideye Potion: What time do you usually go to bed? Wolfsbane: What’s the biggest change you’ve experienced in the past year?

[confundoleah]

How does Leah’s son know that dragon fact?

He expressed an interest in dragons from a young age. Leah thinks it was karma for never really making up with Charlie. So now her son was seemingly obsessed with the same creatures that she listened to Charlie go on and on about.

She remembered these random facts about dragons that Charlie used to talk about. She got olly a dragon picture book and was like,

“Oh those are Norwegian Ridgebacks! They eat aquatic creatures!”

“Those Chinese Fireballs are my favorite! Their flames look like mushrooms!”

“Peruvian Vipertooths have venom instead of shooting fire.”

“That’s a Hungarian Horntail! It can shoot fire up to fifty feet! I beat one when I was trying to save Uncle Jakey.”

Christian’s like 😳

And Oliver thinks he’s got the coolest mom on earth.

Leah’s smug about beating the dragon but gets all sad when she thinks about her friend.

[confundoleah]

Calendars

(I really like writing Leah’s dad lol. This is just some random thing I thought of. Yes, I named the Dragon mentioned in this after the Pokemon Dratini.)

“Are you pregnant?” Leah stopped eating one of the sweet biscuits her mom made (her fifth one) and looked up at the direction of the voice, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Charlie nearly choked on a custard tart and his chocolate eyes were as wide as saucers as he turned his head to face his girlfriend as she answered.

“What the fuck? No!” Leah responded to her father’s question and he chuckled at her mother’s shocked face at his sudden inquisitivity. “Thank Merlin.” She heard Charlie whisper and go back to eating the tart.

“Well you’ve been eating-” Sean Devitt was about to tell her everything he had been assessing since they came to visit for the weekend but Leah stopped him. They came to celebrate Jacob’s birthday. It was the first birthday he’s had with the family altogether again. She came here to celebrate, not to have her father pry into her menstrual cycle.

“I am not one of your patients daddy, and I happen to be a Healer myself, so please stop.” The black haired girl says, reaching for a piece of peach pie. “You know I have a healthy appetite.”

“When was your last cycle?” Her father continued to push, the mediwizard in him not satisfied with Leah’s denial.

“Last week.” She answered a bit quickly. Charlie knew that was a lie, remembering that Leah put little red stars on their calendar at home so she could track it. She actually never said that it was specifically for her menstrual cycle, but he caught on pretty quickly. She usually had a sulky attitude whenever it came, he treaded lightly around her during those days.

“uh huh.” Sean replied, clearly not believing her.

“If it’s a boy-”

“DADDY STOP!” _____________________________________

After an awkward dinner, Charlie and Leah went into her old bedroom to settle in for the night. Poppy was already resting on top of Charlie’s head,and made herself as comfortable as possible. Charlie couldn’t help but laugh and rub the spotted Kneazle. The top of his head became her sleeping spot from the moment Leah and Charlie moved in together in Romania.

“Jake’s coming in tomorrow, said that he and Bill had one more thing to crack and they’re gonna travel by portkey.” Leah says as she came out the bathroom, dressed in one of Charlie’s shirts. She plopped down on her old bed, and was quick to get into his arms. It was a calming silence, as they both settled in for the night. Leah was so comfortable, in the perfect trance between consciousness and sleep, before Charlie spoke.

“Love?” “Yes?” Leah replied, kinda annoyed that he disrupted her euphoric rest. “The calendar..” Charlie whispered, not sure on how to approach his point. “What calendar? Are you okay?” She turned to face him, seeing his contemplating face. “The one in the kitchen..with the bowtruckles on it..” “Are we really having a conversation about calendars?” “Oh fucking hell, you haven’t had your period for three months!” Leah quickly sat up as did Charlie, and Poppy even looked on with added interest because Charlie rarely raised his voice.

She looked at him in shock, quite not understanding how he even knew. But, it seemed as though he read her mind when he said, “What else are those little red stars supposed to mean on the calendar?” The words started to come out like diarrhea and it was Charlie’s nervousness about the whole thing that kept him going.

“And you’ve been bloody moody.” “And your chest looks bigger.” “You bloody cried when you helped us deliver that Ridgeback egg.” “You had water when we went to the bar with Lupin and Tonks. You’re my whiskey gal.” “And I knew that last week was a lie because we had sex a few times.” The smirk that came onto his face earned him a slap on the shoulder.

“And you know how Dragons are after they conceive? When Dratini-”

“Now I know you are NOT comparing me to that Short-Snout that attacked you!” Leah glared at her boyfriend, who tried his hardest not to laugh. As much as Leah tried to act tough in front of him, it never worked.

“Yeah, Charles! I’m gonna lay a fucking egg in 9 months!” Both stared at each other for a second before bursting into laughter.

“We’re so mental.” Charlie laughs, pulling Leah into his arms again. “You mean YOU are. I’m perfect.” Leah teased and gave a peck on the lips. “Yes, yes you are..so does this mean we’re gonna be parents?”

“Yeah, I was just too nervous to tell you..Tonks helped me with the test.” Charlie was quick to plant the kiss on her lips, and before Leah could kiss back, the door flew open and Leah’s dad ran in excitedly.

“I FUCKING KNEW IT! You fucking hate sweet bread! Well usually-”

“You just ruined a nice moment, you know. Can you leave?” Leah snapped at her father, whose smile couldn’t be wiped off his face.

“I’m gonna pretend the attitude is just pregnancy hormones..” Sean rolled his eyes and walked through the threshold. Before the couple could snog again, he popped his head in.

“If it’s a boy-”

“I AM NOT NAMING MY CHILD AFTER YOU! BYE!” Leah yelled and used Colloportus to lock the door.

They heard him laugh and run down the hall, presumably to tell his wife the news.

Leah leaned up and gave a deep kiss to her boyfriend who was than willing to give it back. “I love you..“Charlie whispered between kisses.

"I love you too, Charlie..you think there’s leftover peach pie?” Leah kissed him once more before sitting up.

The redhead shook his head with a smirk, happy to go down to help her find the pie that she would later insist that the baby likes.

[confundoleah]

One of my favorites

[orbitbot]

the way that bill weasley IS SO FINE!! THE MAN IS LITERALLY THE DEFINITION OF PERFECT AND BEAUTIFUL AJDNDNCJFNFN

LOOK AT HIM I CANT -

[daystilchristmas]

Merry Christmas!

Welcome Christmas, bring your cheer! Cheer to all whos far and near. Christmas Day is in our grasp. So long as we have hands to clasp. Christmas Day will always be Just as long as we have we. Welcome Christmas while we stand, Heart to heart, and hand in hand

[goldenromione]

Sometimes I think about Harry going from the Dursleys, a family that wanted nothing to do with him, to the Weasleys, a family who accepted him as one of their own without question.

Or I think about Harry going from Dudley's hand-me-downs, impersonal and ill-fitting, to being gifted a homemade sweater by his best friend's mother with the first letter of his name sewn on it.

Or I think about Harry going from sleeping in a cold, dusty cupboard, isolated and alone, to spending his summers at the Burrow, warmed by heating charms and lit fireplaces, so on top of each other that no matter how far apart they fall asleep, he still wakes up with Ron's foot touching his leg.

I just think about Harry being a Weasley. That's all.

[cherry-pop-elf]

How the Weasley siblings would react to you getting a tattoo inspired by them

Don’t forget, I take writing commissions! Don’t be shy!

William: Bill

He was shocked you even took his advice, but happy regardless. He was still trying to convince his family to get protection ruins tattooed on. They genuinely work. He’s alive after all, is he not? He’s so happy you got it. He is able to sleep FAR more soundly now, knowing you’ll be safer. He also, now, had more ammunition to convince the rest of his family to get one as well. There was also the fact it warms his heart to you it was him that inspired you to get it. That what he said really did matter, to you. You listened, and that meant the world to him. That alone was what made him feel flushed. Ah, his Habibi.

Charlie

He was waiting for the day. He’s drenched in his own. Often teasing that anyone who gets to close to him leave with one, like some kind of pox’s. Yeah, Molly never found it funny. But it seemed you did, since you got your own dragon around your arm. He can’t deny it. He’s a sucker for matching tattoos. There is something so beautiful about it, after all. So, it tugs on his heart strings. Knowing that the two of you matched. That a part of him was with you, constantly. But you never heard that from anyone. Shhhhh

Percy

He shocked, and rather curious. Now why would you go and do such a thing like that? He always found them rather unprofessional looking. Often sighting his own siblings as such examples. Like he was somehow better than them, because he had none. Yeah. You are totally cooler than a Curse Breaker, or Dragonologist, buddy. Keep dreaming. However, knowing why you got it has changed his views. Just a little. To see that you had a simple word on your wrist. His name. Simple, modest, sweet, and to the point. He still hated tattoos, but maybe he just hated them on certain people.

Fred

Loves it. He’s over the moon. He found it so sweet, and teases you about it constantly. How you are his, by law. Of course that’s not true, but you kinda knew what you signed up for. That ever teasing nightmare, the second that purple ink touched your skin. But, you got your revenge. Once you saw something familiar zipping across his arm one day. Oh the war you two had from it all.

George

He’s flustered, and flattered. He found it so sweet, and pretty adorable. That he had you inspired so much. He loves touching it, whenever you two are together. Tracing his fingers over the orange skin. He just found it so sweet. He had to return the favor, and now you two match. As him a blushing fool whenever you kiss his. Expect yours to be smooched in return. He just couldn’t get enough of it. He felt so special, and kinda different. He had something Fred didn’t, and now it was a nice reminder that they weren’t as identical as the world said. He had you.

Ron

He was wondering why you were so giggly, for a while. It all made sense, when he saw it. You were waiting for him to finally notice that damn flying car. It was one time-! Course now it’s the damn guardian of the woods, and makes sure kids get returned home safely. That was kinda nice. Deep down, he does like it. Loves that you loved his story so much, you wanted to remember it forever. Made him feel special. He deserves it, and you made sure that Ron knew he was special. Just like everyone else.

Ginny

Honestly, she kinda beat you to the punch. You both couldn’t stop laughing, when you saw each other’s tattoos. Seeing that quidditch broom flying was making her laugh that Weasley laugh. There was a reason you two dated, after all. Didn’t even have to say a word, and you two found a way to have matching ink. Didn’t even try, and it had you both in stitches. The hugs didn’t stop, as you two admire your brand new works of art.

[autumnal-prince]

This whole scene plays out like I'm desperately trying to pick up Snape and being soundly rejected at every turn.

[pooks]

headcanon that Percy is the "good son/brother" for a reason; he's a menace if he wants to.

the twins, ron and ginny don't believe it until they see it.

bill and charlie has One Fear because they will have to deal with it. bill still have war flashbacks of how many times he needs to track down his little brother cause he's always missing five minutes before curfew

charlie hasn't forgotten the last time he told percy "no" and the little shit took that as a personal challenge and proceed to do whatever he wanted.

molly, surprisingly, doesn't believe it. she takes a look at percy, sees his gentle lil smile and is like "no, percy is a good boy! he's so well-mannered, he can never do anything wrong ever!"

arthur...oh, he knows his boy is a menace. percy is so incredibly clever, he always knows how to get out of trouble, but it doesn't stop him from running havoc. oh hell, he knows his boy can take down the whole ministry if he wanted to.

+arthur is the only one who can stop percy when he's feeling "rebellious". he isn't worried about his other six kids, he has seen worse with things with percy and he knows that percy can give him grey hair before the boy is twenty.

it's always the quiet ones, after all.

[confundoleah]

I think I’ll write something in lieu of studying 😂