* 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐒 / 𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓵

dependent roleplay blog for 𝒅𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒆, for 𝕨𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕙𝕢.

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abcywonder‌ !

       coming to this place had seemed to cement  that his life had been anything but ordinary. not that he hadn’t been aware previously, but seeing such a stark contrast made him think on it more than usual. people here seemed so used to affection. gave it so willingly. michael could never fully understand that, not after all that he had been through. all the betrayals. everyone turning their backs on him. “no.” a small shake of his head as he responds. “there was never any time for such matters.” or no one was willing. “back when ms. mead visited me at the school. before she was… taken from me. she was always the most willing with affection. most others either feared me or wanted me dead.” 

         she’s been all around the world  ,   and been locked in a  SMALL  place in a big city  -  and oddly enough  ,   this was one place she couldn’t stand  .   this girl is from a place of  MAGIC  ,   she herself  :   is  magic  .   but this place  ,   whatever the hell it was  ...  she didn’t feel good about it  ,   and davina tended to trust her  gut  these days  .    michael  ,   though  .   he was a sort of  silver lining  ,   a calm to her storm  -  though he had some storm in him too  ,   it seemed  .     “  that’s  ...  shitty  .  ”    a pause  ,   she only knows how to comfort by saying they’ve had experiences that each other can help  .     “  my mom tried to kill me to give the other witches of nola more power  .  ”    davina really had no good relations with either of her parents  .     “  and while my father figure certainly gave hugs  ,   it wasn’t without  using  me for my magic and control  .   ms.  mead sounds nice  ,   though  .   sounds like someone you needed  .  ”  

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           ❛  i don’t like this  .  ❜    arms are crossed  ,   davina stands in a  DEFENSIVE  stance  .   can one blame her ?   despite the  …  kindness this town may have shown ,   davina couldn’t  FULLY  bring herself to trust the place  .   stance shifts  ,   hair will fall to frame her face  .    ❛ i’m over 21 now  ,   right ?  i should be at the BARS & CLUBS  on a saturday night  ,   not   …   here  .  ❜    she gestures to their surroundings  ;   it’s definitely more supernatural and everything else out there drama induced than she wants  ,   EVER  ,   really  .   sometimes she wonders how  easy  it would be to be ignorant to all that was going on  .  

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abcywonder‌ !

    relief couldn’t even begin to describe how michael felt to be back in this place. away from that cursed place that had DARED to steal his magic away. that entire ordeal had been nothing but a cruel joke. no matter any longer – his powers had returned at full force, no longer contained by a piece of wood or whatever those damned wands had been made of. that ever present darkness had returned too, as well as that vague connection to his father. he was back. and currently cross legged on davina’s bed, letting out a small huff of laughter. “affection has never really been… my thing.” not that michael had ever been given the CHANCE for it. “i’ve hugged my grandmother and my ms. mead but that tends to be where affection ends for me.”

          she’s a usually stoic little witch  .   gone  is the girl that longed to be in the outside world  :   she’s  seen  the outside world  ,   and it was nice  ,   but sometimes she wonders what it would be like to not do it alone  .   and england ?  well  ,   she’s grateful that michael  was  there to keep her sane  ,   at the very least  .   she finds herself comfortable with the strawberry blonde  ,   she sprawled out  next  to him with a fiction book in her hand  -  when was the last time she did that ?  blue eyes flicker to him  ,   she puts the book aside  .     “  ...  not even like  ,   a best friend or a relationship ?  ”    davina asks curiously  ,   for she wants to know more about him and sits up to face him  .     “  ---  so when was the last time you were hugged ?  ”    poor boy  ,   she thinks  .   touch starved without  anyone  on his side  .   well  ,   before  ,   anyways  .  

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ofmisterios‌ !

she looked up at the woman who answered. the young witch did not expect anyone to answer even though she spoke out loud so everyone who were nearby could hear. a brow raised to the words she heard coming from the brunette, not really fully understanding them ❝ i see ❞ the words came out as a mumble, then a few seconds later she continued to speak ❝ no good invention these magic sticks as you call them. are you a witch ? ❞ she asked curiously. it was no point to hide that she knew of magic when everyone seemed to be able to use magic now. 

mallory was surprised by herself that the magic wand wasn’t broken yet considering how frustrated she had been ❝ well, not everything. there’s a few things i can think of that have been good for the world ❞ she shrugged. at the moment could she not think of much, except their accent, she loved to listen when someone from england spoke. a smile crossed over her face at the brunette’s next words ❝ that would be lovely, thank you. i am not sure how long it’ll take otherwise until this stick is broken ❞ she giggled softly.

        maybe she speaks in tongues  ,   but davina claire raised herself to never give  everything  away these days  .   even to others who seemed sweet  ,   as did the girl in front of her  ;   it would take some time  .     “  wands are the  proper  name for them or whatever  -  ”    she imitates the english accent almost perfectly  ,   because she has spent  far  too much time around british vampires  ,   the tragedy  .     “  and i’m a new orleans witch  ,   yeah  .   my style of magic doesn’t really include sticks  -  unless we’re burning them  ,   or using them to stab someone  .  ”    living there was  kind of  like living in a supernatural war zone  .  

             at least that place had it going for it  ,   she supposed  .   but she had  doubt  it would last long  .     “  everything they did  ,   someone else could have done  .   they’re just more aggressive about it  .  ”    she could go off  .   though her ex did have a very nice accent  .     “  it’s a really  physical  way of using magic  ,   and constraining  :   but if you think of the wand as an  extension  of yourself  ,   literally picture it as so  ,   it can help  ...  direct  where you want the spell to go  .  ”  

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findinghcme‌ !

     “i’ve been trying it, saying the name doing the movement,” she said, doing the movement with her wand, just not said the spell. “but it’s not exactly working. so i’m not sure if it’s something with my pronunciation or if i’ve somehow being trying the wrong movement with my wand without realizing.”

         ocean blues follow the movements of the other  ,   head tilts as she studies it  .     “  your  pronunciation  is fine enough  -  ”    it doesn’t ring as properly as hers does  ,   but not everyone masters latin off the bat  .     “  i think  ,   you’re treating your wand as a  conductor  .  ”    and she’ll take out her own wand  ,    waves it around  .     “  like a  pointer  .   magic is supposed to be an  extension  of yourself  ,   so should your wand  .   thinking of it like an extra long finger might help  .  ”

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your davina is so good and i see you interacting with everyone and that’s so great to see! i can’t wait to interact with you and her more!

       wait this is so sweet thank u !  i hope to answer more starters  /  make an open  /  make a starter call soon so i can interact with u lovelies more  .   this is legit the best & made me a very happy  ,   thank u uwu :)

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abcywonder‌ !

        now THAT was speaking his language. violence was something michael excelled at, after all. he had stopped fighting against it when he realized everyone was just going to keep abandoning him. all but one. “this is precisely why you and i work so well together.” davina was certainly not what he had expected upon their initial meeting. his first assumptions had been completely WRONG to what she was truly like. and oh, did that leave the warlock utterly delighted at it all. it wasn’t often he met people who thought similar to him. “understandable, even if i still despise this form of magic. so… remedial.” when one had all of hell’s power at their hands, this was NOTHING. a small, sly smile begins to form. “mm – maybe if you’re buying my new one.” a tease, dark hues gleaming with amusement. truly, though, michael is more used to getting what he wants than anything else. “i still have no idea what that is, but sure. suppose we should get SOMETHING out of this cursed place.”

         there’s a temper that comes with this tiny witch  ,   and that’s a  MAJOR TEMPER  that could rival her magic alone  .   in fact  ,   it’s a huge strength to some of her magic  :  and maybe it’s not healthy  ,   but davina feels  so strongly  ,   so why  shouldn’t  she use that to her advantage ?     “  and not just because we practice two different kinds of magic ? ”    davina’s not blind  ,   but even if an opportunity is using her  -  she’s using such a thing right back  .   she knows she’s much more  ...  than what to meets the eye  ,   a person just has to get through her layers first  .   which michael has  ,   miraculously  .     “  it’s better than nothing  .  ”   cue a shrug  .    “  and i’m willing to get in trouble if i find myself caught in the  restricted  section of the library  .   knowledge is knowledge  .  ”    no matter how much she truly detested this place and their customs  ,   she knows that much  .   eyes spark as a small smirk as she glances up at him  .     “  bold of you to assume i didn’t invite you along to help me pay  ,  ”   she teases  ,   but she’s found herself a fair amount of change  .     “  beer  ...  that’s sweet ?  i’ve only ever read about it  .  ”  

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every female character i love: davina claire (the originals)

‘’my whole life the witches of this city have lived in fear. vampires run wild, children are sacrificed. nobody took charge. now be honest, have any of you ever stood up to the vampires? the mikaelsons? no? well I have, and I have won. now I may be young, but the truth is I know better than anyone what we’re up against, and I can build a peace or I can burn our enemies to the ground. the question isn’t whether or not I should be made regent. the question is what the hell would you do without me?’’

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abcywonder‌ !

        every single time he closed his eyes, it was ALWAYS that same damned image. though he had not been present in the moment, magic granted him the ability to see what had been done. even now michael could see his ms. mead – could see her as she burned. there had been nothing he could have done. as powerful as he was, he had been utterly helpless to do a damn thing to protect the one person he loved. and now he couldn’t even bring her back as he could do with everyone else. that DAMNED supreme had taken that option away from him. hidden away the one soul he was so desperate to retrieve. michael didn’t want to think about it any longer. didn’t want to remember the overwhelming loneliness and and uncertainty in his life these days.

      a small part of him is hesitant, UNCERTAIN if davina would even agree. it’s not quite typical, sure. and yet despite who he was, michael had always craved acceptance. affection. those things had been lacking in his life for far too long. without saying a word, he shifts closer, tucking himself underneath the covers next to her. there’s a small distance between them for the moment, not wanting to press his luck in the situation. “i understand,” he murmurs softly. “most nights are sleepless these days.” a pause. “thank you.”

       she’s not so used to being  ...  close to people  .   marcel  ,   her dearest father figure that she truly loved  ,   had kept her isolated for a long time  .   and even with tim  ,   josh  ,   and kol having entering her life  -  it was still something she was getting used to  .   even coming to woodshore  ...  and now  hogwarts  ,   she supposed  -  she tried to keep her distance  .   but running into michael  ,   recognizing his power  ,   after that initial awkward first meeting  -  they worked well  .   she’s found  ...  she really doesn’t mind being around him  .   it was almost like she was in new orleans again with other magic users  ,   except they don’t all hate her  ...  and she kinda has someone  really  powerful by her side  .   a coven of two  ,   like a certain mikaelson used to tell her time and time again  .   it could be something  ...  magnificent  .  

        davina adjusts herself in bed  ,   so that she faces him more properly  .   and the candle light flickers over his form  ,   floppy curls and a sharp jaw that only looks more defined in the  shadows  from candlelight  .     “  what’s got you up and so restless ?  ”   her voice is soft  ,   only slightly above a whisper as her blue hues focus on his  .     “  i guess we’re kindred souls then  ,   ”    she comments in the same voice level  ,   it seems wrong to use a normal talking voice  .     “  of course  .   we’re  ...  partners  now  .  ”  

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findinghcme‌ !

     “you seem like someone who might know what she’s doing,” leia said, approaching the other. “i’m trying to figure out the movements for this spell and  i’m… maybe i’m still just really impatient. i kinda always have been.” she was also more someone to figure out something herself still, but much less than hoe little she was handling her patience. “have you been able to figure out the spell protego by any chance?”

         “  i’m  ...  familiar  with magic  ,   yes  .  ”   not with this sort of magic  ,   but magic nonetheless  .   and though she’s not quite  pleased  with it  ,   she’s learned to do it with a wand as well  .   she just doesn’t particularly  enjoy  it  ,   though it gets easier each time she does it  .    “  what trouble are you having with it ?  ”  

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stfumurphy‌ !

murphy flicked the wand and said the spell ‘accio’ and to his surprise, the quill came rushing from the table a few feet away and into his hand. “huh,” he said, grinning. “i really didn’t expect that to work.” the wand in his made a refreshing change from the guns that he usually held. 

         “  you don’t come from a world that has magic ?  ”   and there’s true curiosity in her voice as he speaks  ,   looking to the way his hand held the quill  .   meanwhile  ,   she was itching to do  more  with this magic  .     “  you should see me back in new orleans  ,   i can  literally  throw a man across the room with the swipe of my hand  .  ”  

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abcywonder‌ !

         “count me in on that. this person won’t have a damn idea what hit them.” once they were out of this place, there was a personal hell coming for the person that had brought them to this place and diluted their magic. after all, michael had FREE reign in hell – who was to say he couldn’t craft up a personal hell just for the individual behind all of this. like father, like son. and yet that connection was completely gone. the moment he had woken up in this wretched place, everything had changed. at the very least he isn’t completely alone in this anger. davina understands it – of course she does. though michael had PLANS for her magic, he could appreciate that the two of them were far more similar than initially thought. huffing, arms drop back down to his sides, clearly still pissed about the entire ordeal. “is it even worth getting another wand if we still can’t do what we normally can??” hardly feels like it. “guess i could tag along anyways. don’t have anything better to do. besides, i might end up breaking my own wand here soon if i don’t do something.”

         “  we’ll make them wish they were  never  born  .  ”   and davina claire could certainly get  feisty  ,   she doesn’t bother hiding such things from him  .   if he wants to work with her  ,   gain her knowledge of magic ?  he better prep for everything that comes  with  it  .   davina claire most certainly has a  temper  ,   and perhaps it effects her magic  -  but it only makes it so much more  POWERFUL  .   a harvest girl ?  they have nothing on davina claire when she’s on a warpath  .   all of new orleans knew that  ,   even  HOPE MIKAELSON  knew to come to davina when she needed some extra help  .   davina’s magic was powerful  ,   if a bit  dark  and out of control  .   well  ,   a girl has to do what a girl has to do !     “  i’d rather practice  shitty  magic than no magic at all  .   i’d feel  ...  disabled  without being able to practice  .  ”    her magic was a part of her  ,   through and through  .     “  break it in half  .   it’s relieving  .   and we can grab a butter beer on the way back  .  ”    admittedly  ,   she’s always wanted to try one of those  .  

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abcywonder‌ !

    despite the hatred that had brewing since coming to this damned place, he supposed there was at least one perk. the only person michael could actually stand had been assigned the same category that he had been. syltherin, whatever the importance of these houses were. not that he really gave a damn or wanted to know. ever since the loss of his dear ms. mead, things had seemed to take a downfall in his life. nightmares had begun to plague michael, guilt dragging him down. uncertainty, loss, loneliness – all of it clouded his thoughts. that was what had led him out of his own dorm, wandering through the halls until he came across the room he knew to be hers. davina. though he utterly despised the wand and having to use diluted magic through it, at the very least he had been studying to do something. hardly as enjoyable as his own magic, but at least michael managed to open the door with the unlocking charm. 

     without a word, he was making his way inside, door closing behind him. crossing the room towards the bed, he climbed onto the bed, uncertain whether or not he had yet to disturb her. not that it really mattered, his presence was bound to be known at some point. settling down, he peered at her through the dark, eyes slowly adjusting. “–are you awake??” he mumbled softly. “i couldn’t really…. sleep.” / @crvelsmmers​

         she’ll give this place one thing  :   the rooms were warm  ,   and cozy with the right clothes on  .   davina  ,   however  ,   gets  HOT  easily  -  so she’s donned in a t-shirt and shorts  :   because god forbid she wears something she’s  comfortable  in when she’s asleep  .   and her books are sprawled on the floor  ,   there’s a candle flickering and dying out at her bedside  ,   and davina claire oddly  ...  shivers  .   this is a whole new world  ,   she feels out of place  ,   and god has she had  ENOUGH  of feeling like she doesn’t belong !   it was the whole reason she left new orleans  ,   and yet now ?   she just feels  cold & alone  .   and yes  ,   there’s a handful of people she avoids  .   a handful of people who she doesn’t want to know she’s here  .   there’s a part of her that wants to be  LEFT ALONE  ,   but there’s perhaps even a stronger part of her  ,   that wants to create utter chaos  .   leave her enemies in the dust  .   make them  suffer  .   what a way to toss and turn to fall asleep  ,   huh ?  

         she shouldn’t be surprised  ,   she thinks  ,   and doesn’t even blink as her eyes adjust to the figure  .   logically  ,   davina knows she should send him away  .   tell him he has his own room  ,   go bother his demons there  .   and yet  ...  she turns  ,   scooting slightly to the edge of the bed to make room for him  ,   and flips the blankets  open  as he sits on the edge of the bed  .     “  when i can fall asleep  ,   it’s a  privilege  .   tonight’s not one of those nights  .  ”    voice is slightly muffled  ,   she tilts her chin up a bit  .     “  get in before it gets cold  .  ”  

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ofmisterios‌ !

mallory had tried for hours now to get the magical wand to work normal. no spells worked for her and she could not figure out what she did wrong. she missed her own magic. it was better, making her feel more like herself. now it felt as she was back to the fake life, the life she barely could remember anymore. anger began to boil inside of her and it felt as her head was going to explode soon ❝ who came up with this idea ? ❞ she said with irritation in her voice ❝ the person did not think of that the wands have a mind of their own ❞ she continued. maybe wasn’t that true, she could do everything wrong. what did she know when she couldn’t figure out how the spells worked. spells here were more complicated, sure if you said something wrong, one word wrong, bad things could happen, especially with the magic she knew. but it could presumably happen to any magic.

❝ and how come these spells can be short ? no long sentences. i do not trust this magic ❞ she added, although it probably wasn’t anyone around. the woman didn’t see if there was someone else in the room, nor could she at the moment feel another presence. 

mallory inhaled a deep breath, trying to calm down by biting on her tongue. it hurt, but it helped her a bit to calm down. she lifted the wand, mumbling a spell. nothing. nothing happened and she did not understand why. the spell had she read earlier in a book she found at the library, but no. it seemed to dislike her, every magical thing around here. it had to be an explanation to this, because right now was she close to break the wand into a million pieces so she didn’t have to see it again.

         “  i’ve come to the conclusion that these  magic sticks  are made to dilute our magic  .  ”    davina doesn’t bother using the proper name to name the wand  ,   doesn’t want to give it that much power  .   there’s a left over of a broken wand twirling in one of her hands  ,   her poor wallet !  she’s had to visit the wand shop one too many times  ...  because she’s been breaking the wands out of frustration  ,   but then she realizes she literally  CAN’T  practice without it  .     “  the wands don’t have a mind of their own  ,   not to me  .   much rather they’re like a  ...  filter for already  shitty  spells that come in the most  BASIC  of latin  .  ”  

            and for a girl that can perform magic without so much as speaking  ,   make up her own spells  ,   channel dark objects  -  practice dark magic  herself  ,   it’s endlessly constraining and frustrating  .   there  has  to be a way around it  .   she’s figured it out before with harvest magic  ,   ancestor magic  ,   and coming back from the dead  -  why not figure it this time around ?  

                “  the british always did manage to ruin every single good thing to exist  .  ”    except for maybe kol  .   he was always good in her book  ,   obviously  .      “  i figured it out  ,   though  .   how to use it  .   if you want help or anything  .  ”    because of course she would  .   why wouldn’t she ?  

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tragicies‌ !

❝     well ,  the  portrait  in  the  charms  wing  looks  a  lot  like  me  because    —    honestly ,  that  is  me .    ❞                the  chatty  serving  boy’s  portrait  near  the  charms  classroom  was  known  by  a  few  even  if  only  it  was  for  the  fact  that  no  one  seemed  to  know  who  the  serving  boy  was .    the  portrait  of  his  young  appearance  had  nothing  to  tell  who  he  was   &   since  merlin  never  wanted  the  wizarding  world  to  recognize  him  as  anything  but  his  older  appearance  he  made  sure  to  charm  it  to  ensure  the  portrait  would  never  reveal  his  name .    when  he’s  standing  here  though ,  clearly  holding  the  exact  resemblance  of  the  painting ,  it’s  hard  to  keep  it’s  identity  secret .               ❝     i’ve  actually  sort  of  got  two  portraits  of  me  here .   one  people  just  know  a  bit  better  because it’s  my  sort of ,  you  know ,  more  recognizable  look .    ❞

          “  i personally wouldn’t take that as a  ...  compliment  .  ”    but that’s just because davina claire most  DEFINITELY  has authority issues  ,   and if being on the wall of moving portraits meant you did something for the magic world    (  hers  ...  or any other kind  )   in the past  ,   davina would think it’s probably  outdated  anyways  .   hold a revolution  ,   change the way the magic world worked  ,   modernizing  it  -  that was far more her style  .     “  so  ...  are you here to  LECTURE  the students or something ?  ”  

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vilomahh‌ !

“My dad used to read me these books when I was younger, he did it up until the day he got.. shot, and then my mom tried to but it didn’t feel right.” Carl was astonished as he looked around the great hall in griffyndor robes, he always thought he’d be a hufflepuff but the sorting hat was never wrong. “It’s just so surreal that this is real.” and he still didn’t know where his dad was, if his dad was still alive. “How did we even get here??”

        she had a childhood too  ,   though she never liked to really think about it  .   it was kind of a shitty one  .   still  ,   davina really can look good in  ANYTHING  they put her in  ,   and the only thing she’s missing is an accent in these slytherin robes  .      “  magic  ,   i would assume  .  ”  she says such things offhandedly  ,   magic isn’t a new concept to her  -  though this style is bothersome  ,   and irritating  .  

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abcywonder‌ !

       to say that he was pissed would be a complete understatement. waking up in a new location only to learn his magic was now diluted was enough to set michael off. pair that with the poor fashion choices found, well – he was far from happy. he was the fucking anti-christ, how was he to be expected to have less magic than he normally did?? and to use a wand of all things to focus it through?? ridiculous. throwing his arms up, lips were pursed in a pout as he leaned back against the wall. “this is fucking stupid.” not his normally well worded responses, but could anyone really blame him. his magic was lacking, his connection to his father was gone. it was easy to revert back to his more childish nature. “they can’t really expect us to be okay with this. our magic is less now. those wands are a joke.” 

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       in front of her are remnants of those poor  ,   poor wands that have seemed to face her wrath  .   there’s six pieces  ,   all from  THREE DIFFERENT  wands that she has to waste her money on  :   because there’s no way in hell she’s not going to practice magic  ,   even if it’s through this stupid  diluting  wand  .    “  if i  ever  find out whoever the hell sent all of us here  ,   they’re going to discover a new meaning to making their life a living hell  .  ”    and davina claire’s threats are rarely ever empty handed  :   instead there’s almost a growl to her voice  ,   because she’s pissed  ,   and she’s  tired  of being put into situations that she never asked for !   there had to be some kind of law against this  ,   or something  .   ocean eyes flicker up to the strawberry haired boy  ,   and his anger  validates  her  ;   they may be using each other  ,   but there’s a certain  SOLACE  here as well  .   a pause  ,   she almost feels guilty as she looks at the broken wands  .   keyword being  almost  .    “  ...  i think i might need to take a trip to hogsmeade  .   again  .  ”