Confidence and Bamboo

Corinna Crouch || Pureblooded || 6th year || Hufflepuff || Better than you

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Masterlist of Memes

Symbols

☹ My muse is visiting your muse on their death bed

♫ A drabble about our muses inspired by the next song that comes on shuffle

☻ A drabble of our muses on their wedding day

☺ my muse trying to piss yours off

ت our muses running into each other after not seeing each other for several years

ヅ for a situation that got both our muses arrested

シ my muse walks in on your naked

Ü your muse walks in on my muse naked

ϡ a goodbye letter from my muse to yours

♥ you muse suprises my muse with a kiss

۵ my muse kisses yours to shut them up

ღ a forehead kiss from my muse

웃 my muse torturing yours for information

유 my muse trying to seduce information from your muse

♈ a holiday drabble featuring our muses

♉ our muses are together when they get ambushed

≑ my muse wakes up in your muse’s body

?  my muse will ask your muse a question they always wanted to ask

+ my muse has died and your muse is included in their will

◈ my muse’s reaction to finding your muse beaten and bruised 

♊ my muse will do something stupid to impress your muse

✃ your muse visiting mine in the psych ward

♋ my muse visiting yours in the psych ward

❅ my muse rescues yours

✪ my muse seeing the ghost of your muse

● my muse’s turn offs

○ my muse’s turn ons

△ our muse’s get in a playful wrestling match

⍢ my muse gives yours a hickey

✧ our muses having dinner together

☎ my muse drunk dials your muse

✈ our muses on a flight together

☼ my muse giving yours a massage

♡ my muse flirts with your mue

☣ your muse visiting my muse in prison

♌ your muse visiting mine in prison

X my muse doesn’t remember anything from the night before. They have blood on their hands, and your muse is beaten at their feet.

☁ our muses are trapped in a fire together

〰 our muses are at the beach together

❢ my muse has lost their memory, and at the sight of your muse starts to remember things

✑ my muses daily routine

❂ a new years eve memory from my muse

✬ our muses share a new years eve kiss

✆ your muses name, ringtone, and icon in the muse’s phone

◙ a christmas gift from my muse

♍ a sexual story from my muse

₩ our muses are caught in a thunder storm together

❊  a regret my muse has about your muse

♎ your muse tracing one of my muse’s scars

♏ my muse tracing a scar of your muse’s

♐ my muse hearing your muse scream

♑ our muses go out for coffee together

♒ my muse visit’s your muse’s grave

♓ my muse injures your muse

✄ your muse injures my muse

☩ a dream my muse has about your muse

☨ my muse searching for your muse

☦ my muse trying to cheer up your muse

✞ my muse taking care of a your muse while their sick

✛ my muse trying to calm your muse down

✜ my muse trying to get your muse to recover from amnesia

✝ a confession from my muse to yours

✙ our muses shopping together

✠ our muses watching the stars together

« a past memory with our muses

» a daydream my muse has about yours

✐ a mistletoe kiss

✎ our muses going to a costume ball together

✏ our muses are evil and out reaking havoc together

♔ a kiss on the cheek

♕ a kiss on the palms

♖ a kiss on the back of the hand

♗ a kiss on the nose

♘ a kiss on the eyelids

♙ a kiss on a bruise

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“I am not sure what you are saying──” she played dumb, “does that means you are not doing my potions homework?”

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“Hm, well let me think abou- no. No I’m not going to do you potions homework. Nice try though, you almost had me.”

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Send for my muses's response

[ text ]: where the fuck are you?

[ text ]: do you have any tequila I can borrow?

[ text ]: please tell me you didn't abandon me here alone

[ text ]: I burned the mac and cheese. My bad.

[ text ]: Didn't I block you?

[ text ]: ......was that a sext?

[ text ]: I won rock paper scissors, time for you to pay up

[ text ]: I told you so

[ text ]: If you're not here in five minutes, don't bother

[ text ]: I found Oreos in the freezer and squeeze cheese under the sink. You have a good night?

[ text ]: I thought I told you to stop jumping on the couch. It is now broken, and I know it was you.

[ text ]: Your mom called. I told her you had syphilis. haha fuck you.

[ text ]: Are you ignoring me or did you lose your phone again? Honestly it's hard to tell.

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“So what if I broke my arm I’m still doing it.”

“Do you want to break your other arm? Or maybe your leg? It’s not worth it…”

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“No, no, look!” she replied, starting the motorcycle up again. “I can do it this time, I swear.”

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“Please put me down it’s just a sprained ankle"

“I ain’t putting you down Corinna, not ‘til I get you too the hospital wing.” Lyall held onto her tightly, trying to walk as steadily as possible as he made his way from the Quidditch pitch to the hospital. “It’s kinda my fault you’re in this mess to begin with, so I ain’t leaving your side til you’re better.

Kinda was an understatement. It could only happen to Lyall. During the final game, the game that meant so much to so many people, The game if won would have meant Hufflepuff won the Quidditch cup for the first time in a decade. So of course, Lyall had to mistake Corinna’s black shoe for a bludger and hit it as hard as he could, while she flew over his head in her desperate attempt to catch the snitch. 

Only Lyall could injure his captain and lose the Quidditch cup in one fell swoop.

“Just a sprain.” Lyall assured her, bile rising up his throat as he looked at the damage he had caused. Her foot was facing backwards, covered in her own blood. Lyall began to run.

AU in while Lyall and Corinna are on the Quidditch team.

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How she couldn’t feel her foot, Corinna had no idea, but she felt rather... floaty. Whether it was from light-headedness or that fact that most of her team had hit her with pain reduction spells as soon as they saw her ankle, she had no idea. She herself hasn’t even see the foot yet, but was still adamant on protesting against being carried. 

“I can walk on my own,” she assured him as they made their way down the hall. She payed no attention didn’t notice the people in the halls who had not gone to the game gasping in horror as they passed. She was far too magically altered to care about the attention, although magic did not last forever, and slowly she could feel the pain returning to her ankle. Merlin did sprains hurt! She furrowed her brow as they finally arrived at the hospital wing, nearly sending the head healer there into shock as soon as she laid eyes on the pair of Hufflepuffs. 

“You’d think she’s not seen a sprained ankle before,” Corinna mused lightly under the influence of a new spell overtook her mind again, eliminating the pain she had before felt. It was then that she caught sight of her foot. 

She was sure there were students still out on the pitch who could have heard her scream.

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“Midnight, on the bridge. Come alone.”

Sighing as she rolled up the parchment, Corinna glanced at the clock. It was only nine thirty. She had gotten the owl nearly two hours ago and had been checking it an rechecking it about every half hour, as though somehow the words would change. She wasn’t sure entirely what she should do. She could go, and not worry about it at all, which she very much wanted to do, or she could stay in her common room and worry about it forever. She shook her head and stood from her warm chair by the fireplace, going into her dorm room. Folding up the parchment, she tucked it into the drawer of her night stand so it would be safe and changed into something a bit darker. Despite being a prefect, she didn’t want to get caught out of bed after hours on a night where she wasn’t assigned patrols. It would be a surefire way to detention and not getting out of the castle.

AU where Corinna doesn’t hate Thorley. At all.

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“The skirt is short on purpose.”

Corinna looked over his work with a scrutinizing expression, eyes sweeping over the model that stood before the two of them. “I like it. But the sleeves are far too puffy, and we should use a different shade of blue, at least for an overlay, don’t you think?” she asked, circling the girl. “If we want this design to blow up, then it needs to be spectacular. Over the top! People just aren’t as excited about short skirts as they used to be. We need to be different and exciting. Think, Lyall! What would be so exciting that every teenager in all of the UK would have to have it, no matter what their parents said?” she asked with a happy gleam in her eye as she pulled out a sketch pad and began to draw with such a fervor she did not remember having ten minutes ago.

Fashion Designers AU

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Why exactly do you need chloroform at 2 A.M.?

“Now listen, that part’s not important, what’s important is that I need it, and we both know you have some. Please? Help a girl out here.” She sat on the edge of the bed, sweet eyes looking over at Delora. There were very few things she could do that would help her case, but she figured that getting a chloroformed body into the broom closet would at least save her ass for the night. “Listen, I never ask you questions when you come to me for things like this, and now I just want the favor returned. However, if you must know, I don’t like my projects to wake up while I’m working,” she replied, tongue running over the sharp teeth that were protruding from her gums now that she was thinking about it.

Vampire AU

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Ridiculous Sentence Prompts

“Who wouldn’t be angry you ate all of my cereal and faked your death for three years!”

“I’m going to need you to put on some underwear before you say anything else.“ 

“Quick catch that cat it stole my wallet!”

“Fuck I feel like I got hit by a car… Wait I did? And it was your car?”

“The skirt is short on purpose.”

“I can’t believe I’m sitting in space jail with you of all people.”

“So why did I have to punch that guy?”

“I may have accidentally sort of adopted five cats.”

“I hope you know that my name is actually ________.”

“Please stop petting the test subjects. ”

“That is the tenth demon summoning this week holy shit.”

“Please put me down it’s just a sprained ankle" 

"So what if I broke my arm I’m still doing it.”

“Why exactly do you need chloroform at 2AM?”

“I’m like 75% this won’t explode on us.”

“You need to stop leaving dead bodies in my kitchen.”

“I understand the whole sleep talking thing but what I don’t understand is the princess dragon dream and why I’m in it.”

“I’m sorry that I got way too into playing house and accidentally kissed you passionately.”

“Midnight, on the bridge. Come alone.”

“You can’t just bring that creature in here.”

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“If you promise not to rat me out to a prefect, I’ll be nice and share.”

“You amaze me. Not only am I a prefect, but I’d only get you in trouble if you didn’t share. You know that.”

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“What’s the matter? Did I say something wrong?”

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nathanielestrange:

Nate smiles, amused, simply raising an eyebrow and waiting for her to finish her sarcastic reply. “I meant,” He finally said, speaking slowly. “If you mostly just sketch or if you like other forms of art as well. You know, oil paintings, sculptures, that kind of thing.” He laughed lightly, shaking his head. “Though in retrospect, my question was horribly worded and by your reply I’m judging that you do enjoy sketching.” He raises an eyebrow curiously, “What else do you like?” Nate smiles mischievously, leaning back again to look at her. “Yep. But don’t do it too quickly or the smoke might irritate your throat.”

“Well, I like most forms of art, but painting is my favorite,” she mused distantly, eyes still trained on the unlit end of the cigarette. “Isn’t it going to irritate my throat anyways? Isn’t that what smoke does?” she asked before taking a deep breath and putting the thing between her lips. Breathing in slowly, she immediately began to feel the hot smoke hitting the back of her throat, and pulling the cigarette out of her mouth, still clutching it between her fingers, she coughed violently. The smoke that had been in her mouth floated into the air choppily, making her look like a dragon with hiccups. “I don’t think I did it right, but if I did, that was repulsive.”

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"Stop this! This isn't funny!"

“Shh, calm down! It’s just me” He whispered urgently, removing his hand from her mouth. Nathan had only just sneaked back into the castle after one of his frequent after hours rendezvous to Hogsmeade. Not expecting anyone else to be up this late, he had perhaps acted  hastily. In retrospect it was apparent that jumping out of the shadows, only to bind the unsuspecting girl’s hands behind her back and to cover her mouth, could be considered very alarming. “Sorry about that,” He offers her a sheepish smile, taking a step back. 

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nathanielestrange:

“Ouch,” Nate cried out, not expecting her to actually hit him. He couldn’t help the flash of anger that coursed through him but luckily, Nate had always been exceedingly good at keeping his anger in check. Besides there was no point in getting angry at her, if anything it would just ruin the fun. He rubs the spot, laughing a little in an attempt to lighten the mood. “I hope you’re happy now.” Nate holds up his hands in a sign of ceasefire, “I suppose I deserved that.” He leaned back against the wall, a smile spreading across his lips, “Hey, look, I know that was pretty fucked up and I’m sorry, I honestly didn’t mean to. It was just kind of an instinct.” He raises an eyebrow, speaking calmly, “I could tell it was a student but I didn’t mean to attack you. I didn’t realize it would be this startling.”

She sighed in slight annoyance, more clam as she rubbed her temples slowly. After a moment she looked up with an exhausted expression, shaking her head at him slightly although she was no longer burning with rage. “Fine. It’s fine.” She looked down at her feet, taking in another deep breath before she returned her eyes to his. “I would say I’m sorry for hitting you, but I’m not. You did deserve that. Thoroughly. And more, I might add, but I wouldn’t want to bruise you.” She let out a small bark of laughter, quiet and not necessarily very happy but still a sign that she was at least not going to pull her wand on him, no matter how much she might have wanted to. “What are you doing up so late anyways? There are prefects everywhere, I’d have suspected you to get caught before now.”

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pvffskein:

Dark witch aesthetics - Hufflepuff

Gryffindor | Slytherin | Ravenclaw

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lookingforlyall:

“Maybe no one is targeting anyone.” Lyall said hopefully. “Maybe it was just a really sad freak accident. They’ll revive her soon, then we’ll know what happened.” Lyall didn’t really understand the full extent of what had happened, he had probably missed that lesson of Defence Against the Dark Arts. “I know… I wish they’d let us see our friends, or at least talk to them.” For a moment Lyall had forgotten Corinna had a sister in another, it must be torture for her to not be able to be with her at a time like this. “There must be someway for you to get word to your sister, right? Xaldin sent me a letter with his house elf, maybe one of the school elves could take one to her?”

She listened to Lyall’s words, nodding slowly before leaning forward with her head in her hands, elbows propped up on her knees. “I could try, but by the time I got a letter written out and sent to her, we’ll be out of our lock down, and then I’ll see her, if she’s okay, at least. God, I just hope she’s okay,” she said quietly, looking over at him with distant eyes, not really paying attention to anything but the lulled noises in the common room. “Did you know her at all? Alice Young, I mean?” she asked curiously, wanting to gather as much information as she could about what the girl was like if it could maybe lead to more information about what had happened to her.

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macmillian-emery:

“I think she’s going to be okay. We don’t have to worry.” Emery sighed, laying down on the couch and resting his head in Corinna’s lap. He hated the silence, hated the hushed tones and the same question on everyone’s mind whether it was said or not. Would Alice be okay? Just as everyone else was, he was worried about the young girl but he didn’t chose to stare into the fire or cry about her misfortune. He chose to smile. Emery reached up and tugged a piece of the Hufflepuff girl’s hair down and place it over his top lip, exclaiming “Mustache!!”

The brunette nodded, laying one arm on his chest. It felt nice to know that at least there was someone who could find the silver lining in the situation, even if Corinna didn’t agree with it. She gave him a small sad smile when he joked before it turned into something that might have been a slight laugh. “Godric Emery, how would any of us live without you in here to make things seem less awful?” she asked, running a hand through her hair. Emery always made her smile when she needed it, and for that she was greatful.

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lookingforlyall:

Normally Lyall loved the Hufflepuff common room, it was always bustling with life and activity. Today it was perhaps the most morose room in the entire castle. Even those who didn’t personally know Alice all that well, like Lyall himself felt the absence of her presence in the room. Lyall wasn’t sure what to do with himself, he sat by the fire absent mindedly painting his fingernails. “No way.” He replied abruptly before turning to see who was speaking. He smiled sadly at Corrina. “I think she just got very, very unlucky. I don’t see why anyone would be targeting us.”

“I don’t really see why anyone would be targeting anyone,” she replied with a similar smile. Sure, the girl was younger and a Hufflepuff, and she was a muggleborn, but Corinna could not think of any pureblood in the school that would go so far as to petrify someone. “It’s so scary not knowing what happened exactly, or not knowing how everyone else is doing from other houses.” Corinna wanted to see her sister, to know that she was okay, and her friends in Slytherin, but for now she was stuck in her own common room without any knowledge of either house.