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harryfreakinpctter:

❄️ - for our muses to get caught in the snow

“Oh hell no,” Harry said once he noticed who the only person left in the shop was. “You’ve got to be bloody kidding me. Out of all the people in this town I get stuck with you in here during the snowstorm?” he groaned, turning to look back outside as if the snow could’ve melted down in that short amount of time. No luck. He was stuck inside with Malfoy until the streets were cleared up.

Draco loudly groaned when he noticed Potter standing not far from him. He surely had the worst luck in the world! Well, actually he had to admit that the guy was better than his know-it-all friend. “You’re welcome to leave, Potter. I will definitely not miss your presence,” he rolled his eyes.

#harry #wvrpwinterfest

⚪️ - for our muses to have a snowball fight

Draco missed Quidditch. There was something freeing in flying, something that helped him relax and forget about his troubles. Of course snowball fights were beneath him, but since no one was looking, he quickly formed a small ball, nearly as small as the Snitch, and after a few tries he threw it behind him. He was not expecting anyone around and was surprised when he didn’t hear the sound of the ball hitting the ground. He slowly turned, blinking as he saw a girl covered it snow.

@bcnnettwxtch

#wvrpwinterfest #wvrpclosed

pciscnedivy:

❄️ - for our muses to get caught in the snow

“It doesn’t seem like this blizzard’s going to pass anytime soon, huh?” Pamela said to the stranger beside her as she stood by the coffee shop’s doors which were firmly shut by the waist-high snow that had fallen.

Draco absolutely hated that world. He hated living like a common Muggle, he hated being away from his family, and he hated being away from Astoria. Potter and Granger had to team up of course, leaving him on his own. How the hell was he supposed to survive there? Sure, there was no Dark Lord, but he still did not see any positives about his situation. And that snow! “Canada is a poor excuse of a country,” he sneered.

#pamela #wvrpwinterfest

mcrganaspendragcn:

“Yes,” Morgana replied simply, “That’s exactly who I am. Although my rightful name is Pendragon both to my delight and my dismay. And by your snort, I presume you think I’m… what is it that people say? Pulling your leg? By all means, try and use your magic. I’d love to see you try.”

“Cool story, but unfortunately your facts does not match. She’s been dead for centuries, you can read that on every damn Chocolate Frog Card if you’re not into history books.” Draco decided not to continue the topic of him ‘not having magic’. That was too ridiculous assumption to even bother.

#morgana

susanxpevensiex:

“No and I’m glad not to be. The witches I’ve met have been nothing but evil. I am, however, a queen. The High Queen of Narnia to be exact. I believe in a different kind of magic, the kind that witches don’t possess.”

“I doubt that’s a real place, but call yourself whatever you want. I’ll remember to tell Muggle authorities they’re missing their patient.”

#susan

killianxjcnes:

“So are you just going to go around calling people by an insult that doesn’t actually mean anything?”

“Not my problem if you’re not familiar with how things are.”

#killian

hcrmionesgrangcr:

“Are you mad?” Hermione exclaimed, “The last place I want to be is trapped in a town with you. I’d rather be trapped in a circle fiendfyre. And what does your wedding have to do with this? I’ve been here for six months and before that I was in Australia. I wasn’t even aware that you were getting married and even if I had been, I wouldn’t have expected you to invite nor would I have cared that you didn’t.”

“That can be arranged,” he hissed. “I couldn’t care less where you were. It’s a shame you’re not there anymore though.” Draco rolled his eyes, still sticking to his opinion.

#hermione

mcgicmcgnus:

“It’s not as simple as a silly barrier. If I can’t get out, neither can you.”

“Clearly you’re not as good wizard as me.”

#magnus

runedrawn:

“Your wand – or whatever that stick is – won’t work,” Clary said. “It’s like everyone’s been made mundane. Or muggle if we’re going with your Harry Potter thing going on.”

Draco’s eyes narrowed immediately. “I’m not like Potter,” he spat.

#clary

harryfreakinpctter:

“Hey – not always. Just sometimes.”

“Ninety-nine percent of the time. Fix it, Potter.”

#harry

ofsweaterland:

“Excuse me Sir! Did ya see a pig run by here, he’s tiny and adorable and answers to the name Waddles.”

“No, I have not seen a running bacon. Let’s face reality here, he’s probably a part of someone’s breakfast already.”

#mabel

hcrmionesgrangcr:

Hermione scoffed and crossed her arms, “I knew you’d come to realise that my magical capabilities were as good as yours, if not better, but I had no idea you thought I was this good, Malfoy,” She paused, “Harry and Ron aren’t here. At least not to my knowledge. But I’d rather they were trapped here with me than you.”

“It is always you three who mess things up. I am not surprised you came up with this ridiculous idea. Jealous I didn’t invite you to my wedding, Granger?” He hissed.