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mckinnonmarlene‌:

Marlene peeked back at Doc through her fingers. Everything was covered, but in the most unflattering of ways. With a disgusted sigh, she threw her hands to her sides and marched in his direction.

“Merlin’s knob, I should’ve been a fucking seamstress,” she declared as whipped out her wand and set about tailoring the trousers to Doc’s measurements. “All the work I did hemming these for my next night out, just for you to look better in them than me the way they came.” Within a few minutes of huffing and brashly given directions, Marlene stepped away and proudly admired her work. “They work, I think.” She pulled her bedroom door open with her foot, revealing a floor length mirror on the other side. “Give it a look.”

Nothing had ever turned Doc on less than the act of getting his trousers properly sized, especially by Marlene. It was clinical, and even though he knew the end result was purely for his enjoyment, Doc never quite mind being doted on. “I look brilliant, and you should say so.”

#opp: marlene

fabprewett‌:

Fabian’s mouth slid itself into a grimace—the sort that compromised between the part of his mind that wanted to correct Doc and the part that was chivalrous enough to not say anything at all.

“Well, sound logic with the bottle at any rate,” Fabian nodded.

“You’ve seen the nutters around here, Prewett. It’s amazing that anyone has their limbs still attached at all. Y’know, if we didn’t have magic, I’d say the lot of us would probably pretty janky looking.”

#opp: fabian

msjonesing‌:

“Super cute and absolutely hilarious? Oh yeah.”

“I meant more absolutely ridiculous and concerningly insane, but sure.”

“On second thought, no swing.”

#opp: hestia

longbottomfrank‌:

“Hadn’t noticed.”

“Now, now, you don’t have to be a prick. You’ve already got me, no need to play hard to get.”

#opp: frank

incompetcnce‌:

“Come off it. Lessons involve learning, and I’ve never been any good at that. You shouldn’t strap yourself to a lost cause.”

“I’m already strapped to myself, which means I’m bringing down the ship plenty. And if I’m going down, then you can head there with me.”

#opp: reed

msjonesing‌:

“Did I really? I can’t seem to recall.”

“Were you always like this in school?”

#opp: hestia

msjonesing‌:

“Brave words for somebody who gets taken down by naps.”

“Naps are dangerous, you just bloody agreed with me.”

#opp: hestia

longbottomfrank‌:

“Oh, have I?”

“Alice aside, I mean, I’m a catch.”

#opp: frank

msjonesing‌:

“Says the grumpy hinkypunk.”

“Those are fighting words, Jones. I resent that immensely.”

#opp: hestia #i hate this hat situation

longbottomfrank‌:

“Congratulations, you discovered alliteration,” Frank jested.

“I’m fairly brilliant like that, it’s about damn time someone noticed. I s’pose I shouldn’t be surprised it was you. You’ve always had a thing for me.”

#opp: frank

incompetcnce‌:

“Mate, it happened one time. And the nice mediwitch said that it could have happened to anyone. When are you going to let me live?”

“When you learn where to stick your bloody fingers! It’s an important lesson, and I can’t legally let you off the hook until I’ve decided that it has properly sunk in.”

#opp: reed

msjonesing‌:

“Oh, my God, I know, what is up with that? You wake up and it’s like, I dunno, did I sleep 5 minutes, did I sleep 5 centuries, am I a human, am I a mutant hippogryff, I don’t fucking know! Naps are a bloody conspiracy, I tell you! There’s no way that trippy shit is just a form of sleep.”

“You’re definitely a mutant hippogryff, so you’ve answered your own question already.”

#opp: hestia

msjonesing‌:

“Would a nap make up for the lack of snacks?”

“No, naps always make me wake up feeling like I’ve been transported fifty years into the future.”

#opp: hestia

longbottomfrank‌:

“I suppose we’ll never have to call you Fingerless Dearborn, then.”

“Fingerless Frank does sound better, now that you mention it.”

#opp: frank

contrarymacdonald‌:

“And have you learned since then?” she wondered. “To listen better, I mean. Or to ride a broom too, I suppose. But mostly the listening,”

“Depends on the Auror.” She did her best to keep the sour note from her voice, but some things were hard to hide, even in the dark. She imagined there were more than one in the department who would love nothing more than to have an excuse for highlighting the reckless endangerment to wizardkind muggle culture could be.

“A broom, yes? The listening?” Doc thought on it, knowing very well that when it came to his father, it was very much the same. “Depends on the person. There are some people I don’t really want to bother listening to.”

With a jolt, Doc realized just how different Mary sounded. “I know a few decent ones, but as a whole, I’m not much of a fan of most Ministry officials. Most of them are a bunch of pricks who only got in because their families work there.” He keep his eyes trained on the field, too nervous to look over.

#opp: mary

caughtgreta‌:

“But the whoosh sound is catchy, you have to admit. Whoosh,” A stream of air poured from pursed lips as her chipmunk cheeks deflated, index finger poking in and out of the glass cider bottle.

“As soon as your finger gets stuck, don’t come crying to me. I’ve seen it happen, and I refuse to take part.”

“As far as sounds go--it’s not too shabby. Are you going to play a song with it?”

#opp: greta

ameliabones‌:

“Amelia Bones: moment killer strikes again. Don’t worry, I’m just taking the piss. You’ve been let off easy this time. Tell me how else you pass time during these slower hours, then.”

“I usually talk to endlessly fascinating people like you. Really just makes it all worth it.”

“I grab food from the kitchen and stuff my bloody face.”

#opp: amelia

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