My Corner of the World

"For wit and judgment often are at strife, though meant for each other's aid, like man and wife." -- Alexander Pope Ind. acct for Michael Corner

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I’ve turned off messaging from non-mutuals just bc I’ve been getting messages from like random possible porn/spam blogs.  If we’re not mutuals, you can message me via the inbox.

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When the Walls Came Down

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“I run the right ship,” she told him, taking a sip of her own butterbeer. It really did the trick: warming her up to her very core. She already felt better.

Looking back at him, into his eyes, she thought she saw a glimmer of a smile, a glimmer of hope in them. Maybe she wasn’t such a bad pep-talk-giver after all!

“I won’t give up,” Ginny said with a shake of her head. “Not when we’ve already come this far. And, though I wouldn’t put it past the Carrows to kill, I don’t agree. I think Snape is stopping them, keeping them in check somehow. They can’t go around killing students – that would bring Hogwarts to an end. And…” she paused, looking out at the Room of students who were all doing their best to continue smiling, to fight. Ginny thought of her first year, the horrible year she’d never really told anyone about.

“I don’t think You-Know-Who wants to kill magical blood. Even mudbloods. Because, well – there aren’t a lot of wizards left, are there? I think he wants to keep as many of us alive as he can, just so he has people to control….” she shivered, and took another sip of her warming drink.  “But he won’t get that chance.”

She said it with such a ferocity, such conviction, that it sent a new fire through her. Ginny looked at Michael, straight at him, not looking away. “I mean it – he won’t. Not if we keep fighting. We’re the only thing that can break him; that can break all of those horrible, awful people.Every day, every moment we can fight back; we can do small things that lead to big victories. As long as we keep going, day by day, not giving in – we can never lose. Not really, not truly.”

And with that, she drained the rest of her butterbeer, a new spark rushing through her. Ginny smiled, getting to her feet. “Don’t you feel it, Corner? The hope?” She turned to look at him, reaching a hand out to pull him up. “Defense Against the Dark Arts is soon – and we have to go.

“Every day, every moment, remember?”

He couldn’t argue with her.  The hope she felt so strongly that he wasn’t sure if it was coming from the whole room of students or just her.  Looking in her eyes, he got this sudden rush that they couldn’t lose...that he couldn’t lose.

“If you feel it, I feel it,” he told her, feeling that old flirtatiousness coming back.  Maybe that made him a little cheesy but he didn’t care.  He stood up, taking her hand and not letting go.  He finished the rest of his butterbeer with an eye remaining on Ginny.  

He shook his head at her suggestion.  “Skip class with me.  We can learn some real defense here.”  He took out his wand and pointed at her bag.  “Accio Ginny’s books.”  He gave her a playful smile then he looked down and laughed.  “Well, you can’t go without your books...”

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I'm literally so excited to run tomorrow. I cut my sleep short today to run and I still wasn't able to. :( Marathon training and house hunting at the same time is really hard. And uh I'll try to do rp stuff tomorrow.

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HP minor character:  Michael Corner

“Michael Corner went and got caught releasing a first-year they’d  chained up, and they tortured him pretty badly. That scared people off.”

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lucapasqualino: #tbt to a week or so ago when walked through a street in Barcelona 😎

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Whether you come back by page or by the big screen, Hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home.

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ain’t no rest for the wicked.

slytherin crew promo for a bunch of new writers in the golden trio era.

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No!  I mean, what you said before. 

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“I’m a naturally affectionate person with the people I love, but I think a friendly hug can sometimes be misconstrued. I don’t think all guys are comfortable showing affection in the U.K. I’m an Italian, and so have been brought up to give people two kisses when greeting them”

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These two from Luke’s ep of Casualty remind me Michael and Ginny in books 4/5 when they’re still young and ( mostly ) carefree LOLLL.

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When the Walls Came Down

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“Don’t talk about being ‘of age’. Age doesn’t matter anymore – it’s the last thing on my mind.” She didn’t need to be told anymore about her age. “I have six older brothers, I know I’m not of age. And I know that it’s not going to stop me from fighting in any way I can.”

When his hand moved in hers, Ginny couldn’t help but feel the electricity between them. Could he feel it too? Her mind raced back to previous years, when they had dated. That was before the D.A, before everything really started to fall apart. She thought she’d known him then, but what about now? Had she ever really known him at all? She wanted to.

“We haven’t lost,” Ginny replied, shaking her head, but a small smile appearing on her lips as she went on. “We’re still here, we’re still hoping. As long as there’s hope, as long as one person wants to keep going, I would say we haven’t lost.” She meant it, truly – that one person could change the world, could make it better. Didn’t matter who it was. 

“He’s not –” she started, a blush rising to her cheeks and her heart thudding to a halt in her chest. She dropped Michael’s hand out of instinct. “He left. We broke up.” It was all she could say, since it was the truth. Harry hadn’t wanted to put her in danger, and she couldn’t ask him to. They’d broken up. If Ginny was honest, she didn’t care about dating Harry Potter; she just wanted him to come back ( with her brother and Hermione ) alive. 

“That’s not what he’s doing – he’s not keeping his head down. I know that much, and I know you believe it too. Harry  wouldn’t desert us, that’s not who he is. You know that. He’s searching for a way to really finish You-Know-Who off. I think he’s almost there. The school year’s only just started, really. He could be back ( he probably will be back! ) before you know it, with a solution.”

She straightened up, looking out at the rest of the Room of Requirement, of the other students who hadn’t given up. She desperately wanted a pick me up for  Michael (and for herself). Suddenly, two warm mugs of butterbeer appeared in front of them: the Room knew what she needed and it had provided for her. Ginny couldn’t help but smile as she picked the mugs up, placing one – more like forcing one – into Michael’s hands.

“Drink this. That’s an order, Corner.”

“Right, uh, sorry.”  He should have known better than to bring up her age.  She was braver than he was.  She had gone through more at an even younger age.  “Maybe age doesn’t matter, certainly not with you.  I just feel like we’re so unprepared for this war.”

His eyes lifted to hers.  He was worried about her.  Nothing would stop her and he always liked that about her.  He had always been the kind of guy who easily jumped from woman to woman.  Even when Ginny broke up with him, it wasn’t long before he was going with Cho.  Yet as he sat with her, he knew those feelings he had when he was 14 hadn’t gone.  She was the one who got away.  Her spirit was unstoppable and fierce.  He recognized that even more as they got older.

Hope.  Michael wasn’t sure it even existed anymore.  The loss seemed inevitable.  Could they win when their enemy was immortal?  In spite of himself, he spoke, “Aye, you will be our hope then.”  His lips curled up the smallest amount that it was almost easy to miss.

Her confession had a lingering feel as she removed her hand from his.  He kind of always thought Harry and Ginny would make it.  Maybe Ginny had thought that too.  “I’m sorry.  I just figured you guys would make it work.”  The conversation moved rather quickly to what Harry was possibly doing now and that was probably for the best.  Breakups are never something to dwell on.

“I hope he’s back sooner rather than later.  We can’t take much more of this.  The Carrows will continue to break us of our will to fight.  No one is keeping them from killing one of us to make a point.  They are just crazy enough to do it.  It certainly felt like they were going to kill me.”  He shook his head as if he could get the haunting memories out that way.

He took the drink, though he had no choice to refuse it.  “Yes ma’am,” he replied with a smirk.  “You’re not going to let me give up, are you?  You run a tight ship, Miss Weasley.”