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siriusbtw:

“The common room? Uh- not the worst option, but perhaps we could … find an empty classroom?” he suggested, though making it clear in his tone that he didn’t mean for them to find a classroom and do what plenty of other people used empty classrooms for. “Or just walk. I think that’ll work to. Just … be a really good friend, yeah?” He smiled as she took his wrist, but when he vaguely heard running longer down the halls he wriggles his hand out of her grip and placed his arm around her waist. Simultaneously, he sent her a look that said ‘please just go with it’ - then grinned. “What did I do? Oh, sweetie, I didn’t do anything. I’d never break a rule. Now, you don’t have a boyfriend do you? This is important.”

Honestly, Murphy couldn’t imagine that anyone would use an empty classroom for anything in particular. Maybe to get homework done without getting disturbed, but anything else? So she didn’t quite catch Sirius’ tone. At least she didn’t understand it. Probably for the better. “I’m always a really good friend. A great one acctually. Except from when I forgot your birthday, but that’s a long time ago now, and…” She was starting one of her usual awkard ramblings about completely irrelevant stuff, but his hand around her waist made her fall out of it. “Wh… no, I don’t, but… well, not exactly a boyfriend, but I kind of have a thing with someone, you know? I’m flattered, I really am, but this is a bad idea, and...” She stuttered, only now understanding the look in his eyes, rising an eyebrow at him in confusion. “Sirius Black, what exactly is going on?”

#sirius #if he told her what people use empty classrooms for she would die #or faint #or get really uncomfortable in every class

emmavcanity:

‘ Touching me isn’t helping me!’ the older Slytherin spat back, her hands up in the air as she did so.’ I wanted to have a chill day for fuck’s sake, can you just lay low and let me live my life peacfully?’ Emma threw the other a deadly glance. ‘ You’re bloody annoying- what’s your name again? Vance? Evans- neverthless you sound like a idiot.’

“Desmond, actually.” Murphy bit her lip, slowly getting annoyed. Usually avoiding conflict alright, but Emma was pushing her limits. However, she told herself to take a deep breath, count to ten, and be the better person. Save it for the next game. But then a little devil took control of her. “As I told you, I’m _really sorry I almost hit you and ruined your chill day. You would have been properly chilled if I hadn’t missed, but I did. Please forgive me. I promise it won’t happen again.”

#emma #look at my baby being salty

tclkclot:

Lucinda had her arms folded across her chest, brows furrowed in confusion as she looked at the suspicious little potion. “I’m sure they told me it was just a Pepperup Potion but…” Lucinda chewed on her lip, deep in thought. “I don’t wanna risk it.” Lucy pushed the bottle towards the other girl. “You try it.”

“What, so if you don’t wanna risk it, it means I have to?” Murphy made a grimace, crossing her arms over her chest as well. Drinking a random potion without knowing what effect it would have? She’d burned herself on that one before. “No way. Nu-uh. I’m not stupid. If I try it, you’re trying it with me. I mean, how do I know you’re not trying to poison me? Ok, poison might be a strong word, but still.”

#lucinda

ryanthendricks:

Ryan scoffed at the mention of the burning rocks. “Can’t imagine how she could resist something so romantic.” How that joke had stayed with them since the fall was a mystery to him, but again he reminded himself that it was a good thing he remembered. The more it seemed like he could remember about her and the time they’d spent together, the more it seemed like he cared about her and truly wanted to be with her. Right? Right.

“Yeah? I’m glad. — Oh.” He listened to Murphy talk about the ball, and how she’s repeatedly had stepped on his toes - which was indeed true, and painful. To let her know his feet was okay after the brutal .. erh, dancing, he nodded quickly and sent her a reassuring smile. “Thank me? You don’t have to thank me, Murphy. I thought it was pretty great too. I had fun. Besides, you didn’t step on my toes all the time, I managed to walk around for a bit as well,” he joked. Which was … rare. The sudden interruption about the shooting star made him look to the skies automatically. Whether there had been a shooting star or not, he didn’t know, but he couldn’t see anything. Returning his focus to Murphy, he tilted his head a bit to the side. “Did you make a wish?”

“Me neither” Murphy grinned at him, almost relieved that he seemed to get the joke. It would have made things awkward if he didn’t. Or, more awkward. And well, she was genuinely happy he remembered it. As she was genuinely happy about him having a good time at the ball. Her smile growing even more as he actually even joked about her stepping on his toes. Somehow, it made her feel a little bit more relaxed. She’d been worried he might be mad at her or judge her for being a terrible dancer. A little bit guilty about the lie about the shooting star, however, she saw an opportunity.

As discreetly as possible she moved her hand just a little bit towards his, her fingers barely touching his. Then she took a deep breath, but like, silently, before looking at him. Fucks sake. Wasn’t she supposed to be a Gryffindor? Brave and all of that stuff? At least brave enough to flirt. “I did. But you know, telling you what I wished for would mean bad luck.” She pointed out, sliding a little bit closer to him in the darkness. Hopefully dark enough to prevent him from seeing her blush. As if he hadn’t seen that a million times before. (Honestly, he made her blush pretty much every time they spoke but whatever.) Almost holding her breath, she finally placed her hand on top of his. A small move, but a big achievement.

#ryan #this is too much i can't cope #bye

“So, what exactly does this potion do?” Murphy asked, lifting an eyebrow towards the person in front of her, carefully sniffing at the flask in her hand.

#meliorastarter #inspiration came to me while I was napping

siriusbtw-blog

@desmondmurphy

Sirius was rushing through the halls of Hogwarts, constantly throwing glances behind himself as if he’s expecting something to jump out of nowhere and attack him. Which wasn’t too far away from the truth - in his mind at least. Though thankfully people behaved better than that, for the most part. Why did he always have to find the crazy ones? Or rather, why did they always have to find him? A girl’s voice shouting his name made Sirius jump and he sped up to a sprint, and quickly disappeared around the closest corner. His plan wasn’t originally to flee, but in the end he didn’t really have a choice. After one hall and one more corner, he let out a sigh of relief as he finally found a familiar face (one he actually wanted to see). “Murphy!” Sirius shouted after his fellow Gryffindor, sounding a little out of breath. “Oi - Murphy! Where are you going? You god plans?”

desmondmurphy-blog

He was running from something. Murphy could easily tell as she heard Sirius yell her name, automatically looking over his shoulder as he approached. Sirius Black could be running from a lot of things, and after knowing him for six years, Murphy was well aware that she should be on guard in case he was running from a pissed off Filch, or something worse. As she couldn’t see the school caretaker or any other dangers however, she raised an eyebrow towards Sirius, grinning. “I was headed to the common room, but something tells me I’m about to change those plans. Come on, walk with me.” She answered, already grabbing his wrist, pulling him with her in the opposite direction of whatever he was running from. Prepared to give him an alibi for whatever crime he probably just committed. “What exactly did you do this time though?”

#sirius #siriusssssssssly

jtraversrp:

John stopped in his tracks, kicking up a light layer of snow as he brought himself to a halt to avoid the oncoming snowball. He followed it with his eyes as it darted past his body and hit an unsuspecting student right in the face. His eyes widened in a combination of shock, surprise, and hilarity. John turned his head back to Murphy, a broad smile on his face as he said nothing, but simply burst into laughter before running closer to her. “I… I think we should run. He doesn’t look too happy.” He turned his head to look at the victim, who was now glaring at the pair of them, but continuing on his way. “Sorry!” He called out to him, but gesturing to Murphy with his hand. “It was her fault! Smooth move.”

John didn’t really have to say anything. His expression and laugh spoke for him, so Murphy sent him a glare, already picking up another handfull of snow, determined to hit the right face this time. Especially to get payback for him laughing. But first things first. “I’m so sorry! It was his fault too by the way! Would’ve hit him if he hadn’t dodged! Terribly sorry!” She tried to explain to the poor victim, before looking back at John. “We should definitely run before he transfiugrates us into toads.” She mumbled, taking a few steps backwards. Maybe a cliché, but nevertheless a real fear. However it did look as if the student wouldn’t want to bother with them as he made his leave, so she didn’t hesitate for a second to throw her new snowball towards John, hoping to catch him off guard. Not waiting to see if she hit him or not, she then made a run for it.

#john #tbh ive been dying to use that gif for weeks now

emmavcanity:

Emma was furious. She wasn’t in the mood for some younger Gryffindor to come and slack about her day- she wasn’t in a mood to be the one talking anyway. She just wasn’t in a mood. It happened. ‘ Don’t bloody-touch me- understood?’ The older girl pushed the other away with a frown, the frown deepening as she brushed the snow off her robes herself. ‘ I can fix what you did well-enough, thank you very much.’ Her tone was sarcastic and she was figthing the urge to roll her eyes again.

Murphy always had some kind of tragic talent for annoying people she probably shouldn’t annoy. Never intentionally or anything, it just happened. And she usually didn’t realize it herself either. At least not before it was too late. She didn’t really register the annoyance in Emma’s voice now either, not realizing that she should probably just have backed off already. ”Hey! Seriously?! That wasn’t necessary, was it?!” She regained her balance, at least having the wits not to move any closer to her. “I told you I’m sorry, and I’m actually trying to help you! Or at least to make it up to you!”

#emma

marlencm:

Marlene couldn’t help herself but laugh when Murphy missed her and hit a first year who then run for his life out of there. ‘ We’re sorry!’ the blonde called out through her laugh, but then she just couldn’t help but laugh again, her head shaking in amusemeant. ‘ That…that was a really good hit, Murph- aiming wasn’t really right as I think it was meant for me, but hey! Everybody knows how to dodge.’

“Sorry! So so so sorry!” Murphy yelled after the poor firstgrader, hiding her face behind her hands in shame for a second. Looking back up at Marlene, her blushing red face almost illuminating in contrast to the snow. But with Marlene laughing, it was sort of difficult not to smile just a little bit. “Poor kid. Seriously though, I want to become a professional qudditchplayer, and I can’t even hit you with a snowball. How tragic is that?” She added as she bent down to pick up another handful of snow. “Not that it’s the same of course. If I had a bat…”

#marlene

emmavcanity:

‘Oh for fuck’s sake!’ Emma yelled as she barely dodged the snowball. She was a good chaser after all, she knew when to dodge the buldger and to always pay attention to the yelling around him. Only that she wasn’t on the Quidditch Field right now and it bugged her how the other girl had the nerve. ‘ Are you trapped in a children’s book or something? Bloody grow up already!’

“Wow. Someone hasn’t had their morning coffee.” Murphy mumbled underneath her breath, already hurrying towards the Slytherin. “Vanity! Hey! Listen, it was an accident, I promise. I didn’t mean to… I mean, I wouldn’t… I wasn’t _trying to hit you or anything, you just happened to be at the wrong place at the right time. Or at the wrong place at the wrong time. I’m not quite sure to be honest. Anyways, I’m so so sorry. Here, let me just-” She began, trying to brush some snowflakes off her robe. Avoiding conflict, not much of a fighter compared to many of her housemates (with the exception of quidditch matches, where she’d turn into a tiny killer-bull on a broom).

#emma #tiny killer-bull on a broom is now a thing

ryanthendricks:

Sometimes Ryan was convinced the teachers had no respect for their students and the fact they had more than one subject each week. Not only that, but the students were given homework and projects in every subject as well, but apparently the teachers either forgot about that, didn’t care or were unable to communicate with each other. Because it felt like every professor used the first class of the year to dump a new project or essay on them to do. It was the first week back and they already had a potions project, transfiguration essay and now an astronomy project. A stupid astronomy project.

“Are we going to do this project or not?” Ryan asked his assigned partner, a girl in Ravenclaw he’d hardly ever spoken to before this project. The girl had turned her back on him a few minutes ago, choosing to chat with her friends rather than work with him on the stars. It was cold, late and Ryan wanted to be anywhere but there. The Ravenclaw girl just shook her head at him and continued the very important conversation with her friends. “Wanker,” Ryan murmured and returned to his notebook, where he’d hardly written anything during the last hour. The sound of Murphy’s voice made him glance up quickly, and he forced a smile on his face. “Hey. Yeah, sure. Yours ditched you as well? Or .. fell asleep, perhaps? — I can assure you, I just want to finish this so falling asleep is not a part of that plan.”

Being a hopeless romantic, astronomy was one of the subjects Murphy actually did enjoy. Stars, planets, There was something… poetic and magical about it. Well, there was something magical about most of the subjects at Hogwarts, but whatever. “She fell asleep, yeah. Guess she didn’t find huge burning rocks a million miles away all that exciting.” She answered him with a little smile as she sat down on the pillow next to him. Hoping he’d get the joke. This time it was even meant as a joke, not random and uncontrolled rambling. Her smile disappeared as she made a sudden grimace, trying to fight back a yawn. A fight she quickly realized she’d lost, but at least she made an effort to hide it behind her hand before looking back at him.

“I’m planning on falling asleep either, so I’ll be happy to keep you company. Also, I’ve been wanting to talk to you. To like, say sorry for being probably the worst date at the ball and stuff. Are your feet alright by the way?” She asked, a worried glance towards his shoes. “And I wanted to, you know, say thank you. Because it was pretty great. In my opinion. Of course, I get it if you don’t think so, because all I did pretty much all night was stumble in my dress and step on your toes and everything, so it may have been a complete disaster to you, but I just wanted you to know that I had fun, and… Oh, wait, is that a shooting star?” She interrupted herself, well aware that there wasn’t anything like a shooting star to see. She simply had to stop herself from rambling on forever.

#ryan #...#husefhwewbfkwbehf

@ryanthendricks

Wouldn’t it be nice if karma actually gave you a big fat thumbs up? Like, I don’t know, if you happened to get the most perfect boy in class assigned as your partner during an all-nighter in the astronomy tower? If you got a chance to sit next to him on some pillows on the floor, and to watch the stars with him for hours? Maybe even hold hands in the dark? That would be pretty nice. Too bad karma is a b. Murphy sighed as she caught herself looking over at Ryan and his assigned partner for probably the hundred time, wishing it was her.

She’d been doodling random stars and quidditch-hoops in her notebook all night, obviously not paying attention to the sky at all. Tired, yawning like everyone else. Nothing exciting was happening in the stars anyways, and students all over were starting to get distracted by everything but the assignment. Chatting about the yule ball, sleeping, etc. So at some point, Murphy simply decided to make her own luck. Her own partner was fast asleep anyways. So she crawled on all fours over to Ryan, who’s partner was long gone, busy murmuring with her friends. “Hey. I just figured, you know, since both our partners are, uh, taking a little break, that maybe we could collaborate. Unless you were thinking about taking a nap or something yourself of course.”

#closed starter #ryan #rip #tip #send help

“Watch out!” It started out as innocent fun to enjoy the fresh snow, covering the castle like a white blanket. Nevertheless, suddenly Murphy almost had to close her eyes. No way to stop the white bullet, shaped like a small sized bludger, leaving her hand. The throw was too perfect. Head-height. Great speed. Several seconds before the snowball actually hit, she knew it was bound to fly directly past the person she was aiming for, shoot through the cold air, and smash into the poor student walking by in the background. And annoyingly, all she could do was to hold her breath and hope for the best.

#meliorastarter #i'm alive #my computer still sucks but at least it kinda works #ish

Happy snowy morning! What is your favorite Christmas memory? Love, your secret santa

My favourite christmas memory? There are so many! I think it must’ve been that one time when my brother and I were up all night trying to set a trap for santa. At the end, we both fell asleep under the kitchen table.

#Anonymous

[message comes attached with some sugar cookies] Have a very sweet holiday!

I love my secret santa, and I’m dying to figure out who it is!

#Anonymous

fireredlilies:

Lily nodded in agreement, tapping her quill against the side of her head as if that would give her brain a jumpstart. “I know, that’s always so annoying. That always happens right after I mail it out, though. I used to try and call the owl back, as if they’d hear me half-way through the trip home.” The redhead laid back in the grass, looking up at the clouds. “And then I tell myself that I’ll make it up to them in the summer when I’m home, but then I never have any muggle money on me. I can’t use their own money to buy presents, y’know?”

“Who knows?? I think owls are supposed to have a good hearing? Or maybe I’m thinking about bats? I don’t know for sure. But I’m sure they would be able to hear you for quite a distance.» Murphy pointed out, before nodding at her. «Yeah, I know. I’m sure they’ll be happy for almost anything though. What about one of those flying santa claus-figures? Or maybe that’s lame? ANYWAYS. Do you have a date for the ball? Not that this is me asking you out, because I’m not, I’m just curious.”

ho ho ho miss desmond and may your upcoming week be filled with warmth and sweaters!

Ho(hoho)w sweet!!

#Anonymous #Secret Santa

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