Life of the party

Fergus Maxon Ollivander Twenty. Ravenclaw Alumni. Horizont Alley. Shopkeeper at Ollivander's. Order of the Phoenix.

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aislinnxbrennan:

Aislinn had come into the shop to get her wand checked. It had taken a banging during one of her practice duels and she needed it fixed immediately. What she had not expected was to run into Fergus who immediately began to speak. Was he ever quiet? “Sorry? Who- what is Sonic? And why would I have seen him?”

“Sonic is my hedgehog,” he explained moving forward too quickly shut the door behind her. “And he is loose in the shop, so try to mind where you step,” he said running a hand through his hair. "Must be trying to emulate his namesake since normally he is quite slow.” And lazy, loving naps...they say pets mirror their owners and it seemed quite accurate.

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dragongirlfinnigan:

Erin could always tell when someone was watching her draw. The shadow did most of the telling, and she could practically feel the person craning over her and looking at the paper. She turned and pulled the paper into their line of vision and smiled. “It’s just a dragon. See?”

Fergus hadn’t meant to get so close he had just been curious as to what was taking shape on the page. “Yeah, it’s really good. Must know them pretty well if you can draw it from memory,” he mused looking around for a reference picture. 

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bristolxcorner:

It felt good, almost better than she had expected, to be kissing him again. Even after so much time had passed, she felt completely comfortable in his arms. And she had a feeling she always would. He was her first serious boyfriend and then her first time. Fergus would always be someone special to her. As the thought crossed her mind, she pulled back for a brief moment, only to smile up at him before quickly connecting their lips in an even more passionate kiss. She made up her mind then how she wanted this night to end and could only hope he’d agree.

He was about to protest when she pulled away, that little smile on her lips but he didn’t get the chance since the next moment her lips were back against his. After what she had admitted to him he needed to give her a different memory, to make her realize that the last time she wasn’t awful either. He didn’t want that clinging to the memory of her first time. His lips matched hers, lightly nipping at her lower lip lightly nudging them through the dance floor. It was fairly clear how this was going to end and he’d rather do it in private than give everyone around them a show.

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alice-ii:

Already behind, Alice could not allow time for walking backward, turning on her heels so she could properly run. Seeing trousers coming off, she felt impulsed to do the same. While she was able to get one leg out quickly, the other tight leg of the jean proved to put up a fight. Hopping forward on one leg, she tried to pull the other one lose, only prompting her to laugh at the difficulty, no doubt caused by drunkenness as well. “I swear I’m coming.” Her words were accompanied with the laughter which only made it more difficult to focus on taking off her bothersome pants, a terribly unhelpful cycle. 

It was clear by her stumbling she was drunker than she had originally let on and he couldn’t help but laugh as he watched her try to take off her pants. “See, those skinny jeans are quite dangerous,” he chuckled walking over to her. He leaned over putting her arm on his shoulder so she could steady herself then grabbed the offending pant leg and tugged it the rest of the way off. Tossing it in the pile with the rest of their clothes he made sure she was still steady before he took off toward the water. Jumping in he grimaced at the initial impact of the cold water, but after a moment it felt nice on his overheated skin. The fountain had jets of water spouting from higher up and it reminded him a bit of the effect of a muggle sprinkler as he ran beneath them.

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tamorasage:

Tamora usually took her lunch at her desk, if she remembered to eat at all—but this was an offer she couldn’t refuse—and her hour was coming up, after all. At worst she would only satisfy her curiosity, at best she would have some information about Flavius that would be useful. “Thank you.” she purred, just a little flirtatiously. It always seemed to help. She got up and grabbed her purse from behind the chair, walking out the door and glancing over her shoulder. “Come on, then.”

Fergus was still a bit taken aback by her sudden change in attitude but he smiled catching up behind her. “So, what are you in the mood for?” he questioned as they headed for the doors. He wondered if her change came from hearing his last name, maybe she had a question about her wand? People always were asking him about different things when they caught his last name. He didn’t mind of course, but he hoped that her change was for a different reason.

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frankxlcngbcttcm:

The situation was all-too-familiar to Frank. He froze without a second’s hesitation, eyes falling to the floor in careful inspection. The last thing he needed was to be responsible for the death of someone’s pet. “Haven’t seen him yet but I’ll be careful.” Wallie was in his pocket and reached up subconscious to double check that fact. “Might wanna close all the doors leading out of this room. Isolate him.” Frank was good at uncovering tiny, sneaky pets.

Frank seemed to slip into action without a moment's hesitation, and he realized he must have had a lot of practice with Wallace. “Must be trying to emulate his namesake or something normally he’s slow and lazy,” he shook his head slightly wondering what had gotten into the little guy. Maybe he sensed the other pet and this was his way of initiating a game of hide and seek. “Right,” he nodded going to close the door into the back room. “Close the one behind you, would ya?”

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If you think adventure is dangerous, try routine. It is lethal.

Paulo Coelho  (via wnq-anonymous)

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If you're for sure, And if I'm strong enough, If you wait long enough, Tell me would you stay? If I could love again.

Love Again, Hedley

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And I'll keep praying I make it, Like someone worth saving, I still got some fight left inside me.

Better Days, Hedley

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bristolxcorner:

He foiled her plans to turn around but she kept her gaze down until she felt his forehead rest lightly on hers. Only then did she slowly glance up at him and pay attention to what he was saying. His words almost made her laugh but instead she breathed out, “Course I did, I was with you.” There was a time when Bristol believed she could have fallen in love with Fergus, but she hadn’t allowed it. Still, as his lips pressed against hers, she didn’t hesitate to kiss him back as her hands gently gripped at his shirt. It was familiar and that had her leaning in closer to him, wanting to feel him pressed up against her as they had been before.

Those words hinted at something else, something more perhaps but he didn’t press it. He liked hearing them but at the time she had run from him afterward as fast as she could and it left him wondering how that could be true. “Mmm...” he murmured, not an answer of any kind just acknowledgment. More than wounded ego or damaged pride it had dented his armor wondering if beneath all his charm and fun she didn’t see him as worthy. He was just the guy you went to for a good time, right? Not the one you fell for. His eyes closed tighter as if that would dispell the thoughts, his mouth pressing harder to hers. The hand on her back pushed her closer so there was no longer any space between them enjoying the way she clung to him.

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Fergus had only put the hedgehog down for a moment, wanting him to keep him company while he worked and the next minute he looked Sonic was gone. Honestly, he had no idea the little guy could move that fast. As the bell chimed above the door he winced slightly, not good. “Okay, so...I’m not saying I lost him, but for the moment I just don’t know where he is,” he held his hands out innocently in front of him. He ran a hand through his hair as he took a quick look around again. “You didn’t happen to see a small little spiky guy did you, about this big?” he asked holding hands out to the size of a hedgehog. “If not, you might want to watch your step. Sonic is proving to be excellent at hide and seek.” 

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alice-ii:

“Yes.” Alice said plain and simply, without a moment to think through it. Impulsion was the name of her game tonight, the spirit of having her friends around her driving these wild moments, finally getting the night she had been striving to have for so long. Walking more than running backwards, she nearly stumbled but kept her balance as she pulled her shirt off over her head, getting ready to dive in. “You coming or what?”

Fergus chuckled, he should have known Alice would be down for anything. There wasn’t even a moment of hesitation to his question and her shirt was already half way off. “Of course!” His shirt was already off tossed aside and now he was working on his trousers as he ran toward the fountain. When he reached its edge he pushed them down his legs kicking them off as he looked to see her progress.

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brigidbaird:

          It surprised her how cleanly she caught the flask. Go me. It sailed towards her in a silver arc, cold and full as it landed between her hands. “Wow,” She straightened up and unscrewed it, sniffing curiously. “What’s in this?” There was no such thing as being too safe; it didn’t matter how charming his smile was, nor how infectious it was if there was something questionable in the flask he’d given her. “You didn’t spike this with something, did you? Because I may look tiny but I’m Scottish and I’m wily.” 

He smiled at her obvious surprise that she had caught it but it was clear that she wasn’t all that trusting of him. Of course, he couldn’t really blame her. “Firewhiskey,” he informed her stopped after he’d got his zipper down. “I have no doubt, I didn’t spike it though. I’m not that kind of guy, promise,” he assured her with a smile as he walked back over to her. Fergus took the flask back from her unscrewing it before taking a swig to show her it was safe. He handed it back to her before moving toward the fountain once more pushing down his trousers as he went.

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bristolxcorner:

“Yeah? Maybe we can make that happen. And I can finally forgive myself for being so bloody awful last time.” This was the first time she was admitting to him how she actually felt about that night, that she’d been embarrassed because of how awful she’d been. and that brought a blush to her cheeks and she couldn’t look at him. Instead, she moved her hands down to hold his, loosening his grip from her hips only enough so she could turn and press her back to his front. They could still dance with each other without her having to look him in the face to see what he thought. 

Her words left him feeling confused, but at the same time, things started to click into place. Is that why she had been acting a little strange around him since then? Because she thought she had been no good? And here this whole time he had thought it was him who had made the experience a let down for her. “Hey...” The word was soft as he placed his hands over hers, stilling her so she couldn’t turn away. “You weren’t awful, far from it. Did you enjoy yourself? That’s all that matters,” he murmured leaning down slightly to rest his forehead against hers. If that was the reason maybe she just needed a little reminding. Fergus leaned down pressing his lips softly against hers, one hand on the small of her back the other moving to the base of her neck curling in her hair.

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fabia-o:

Fabia smiled, reaching out to ruffle her brother’s hair affectionately. “I like that idea. I wish it weren’t easier said than done.” At the end of the day Fabia did like people, but her shyness overcame her most of the time. She would have loved to be different. “I just try to be satisfied with what I have. At least I don’t flirt with every pretty girl who walks into this shop.”

Fergus made a face at her, sticking out his tongue as he fixed his hair. “Baby steps? Do one thing that scares you every day, even if it's just saying hello to someone you don’t know very well,” he suggested. He had heard that somewhere once and it sounded like a good idea. “Hey, I’m single, what’s the harm in flirting? I’m good with what I have, doesn’t mean I can’t tell a girl she looks pretty,” a mischievous grin on his lips. “Like you Fabs, you look quite lovely today. Do something different with your hair?” Reaching forward he moved to muss it with both hands.