Mayhem This Way

fred weasley II | twenty-two | flourish & blott’s employee | local pain in the ass | ask him about his foxy attitude

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Percy Weasley’s Fundraiser || 16.01.28

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dommi-weasley

“Do you want me to set you up with someone?” She asked brightly, thrilled by the idea. Since she had been taken Dominique hadn’t been doing much divination, she found it stressful, always worried she’d see something bad. But looking at someone’s future relationship would be fun and she could use her cards to work out who the perfect partner was for Fred. Match making was something she always loved to do but didn’t get the chance all that often.

“I’m sure I can find someone perfect for you! What’s the most important thing in a relationship for you? What time were you born? I’ll have to get my tarrot cards to check properly who you might match with - but we can get some ideas!” She started running through a list of people in her head assuming that Fred would jump at the opportunity.

“Plans? What kind of plans?”

If anyone else had asked Fred if he had wanted to be set up with someone, he would have sent them packing with a quick hex to the face. This was Dominque though, little Dom who had recently been through hell and was looking at him with genuine glee in her eyes. He was getting soft, he thought. Or maybe it was because he hadn’t seen his family in so long and he was losing his touch on how to bark at them. 

“Maybe next time, Dom.” Fred said with a gentle pat on her arm. He wasn’t in the right frame of mind to look for someone. All this tense energy filled his veins and it felt like he was descending into somewhere he shouldn’t be. He idly wished that he could escape to find Teddy. The oldest cousin always had been able to help him out. “I’ll come by your place and we can get your tarrot cards, hmm?” 

The small smile he had been giving her turned sharp, “I got us a pinata that may or may not look exactly like Uncle Percy’s head. I’m going to get everyone here decently pissed and then roll bring it up here. I’ll give you first swing.”

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Percy Weasley’s Fundraiser || 16.01.28

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ethanwoodx

After what already felt like hours, Ethan broke away from a Department of Magical Games and Sports employee he was encouraged to chat with, excusing himself for a some much needed libations. Sure, Ethan knew how these kinds of events worked. There was always a a bit of smoozing and some small talk. Maybe a snap or two for the Daily Prophet for good measure. Ethan was in the mist of rehabilitating a damaged reputation, after all. But if he was going to endure anymore political chatter and pretend like he cared, he sure as hell was going to need all the booze he could get his hands. Much to his publicist’s dismay.

With a freshly acquired firewhiskey in hand, Ethan waste no time catching up. A few generous gulps later, Ethan strode through the Malfoy Manor, gearing up for more inevitable shmoozing. To the chaser’s surprise, the next face he ran into wasn’t an unwanted one.

A wide smirk grew across Ethan’s features as he held his half-empty glass up in Fred’s direction. If there was anyone who knew how to turn a dull evening into a good time it was his Gryffindor teammate and buddy Fred. Besides, all work and no play was hardly the Ethan Wood way.  

“Hell yeah, mate.” Ethan smiled, eyes widening at the bottle of the good stuff as it was revealed to the chaser. “Only reason I bothered to show up was for the free booze.”

Fred grinned cheekily at his old team mate and close friend, Ethan Wood. It had been a while since he had last seen the bloke and judging by the gleam in the others eyes it was going to be one hell of a catch up. Plucking the glass from Ethans’s hand, Fred filled the glass generously before handing it back.

“A man after my own heart,” Fred snorted. Free booze was one of his best motivators in life. Especially now with everything that is going on. The buzz helps to dull down the tension that clings to his form. It also helped to deal with the over the top night that his uncle had planned out. Fred may agree with his uncles politics but he’ll never understand the need for expensive food and venues.

“How’s it going mate? I haven’t seen you in ages.” He asked after he had served himself a healthy portion of the tequila. Speaking to Ethan was something that he had missed. In school it was the simple case of bumping into each other in the common room but after graduating and Fred’s choice to leave England the two had barely had a chance to get together. The woes of getting old, Fred thought as he sipped on his drink.

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Vote Hermione | Open

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chefrosiew

Rose Granger-Weasley was in a mood. It had only been a few weeks since her parents asked her and Hugo to stay “silent” about their new family situation and it was only a few weeks since Hermione’s announcement to run for Minister of Magic. On the one hand, Rose was thrilled that her mum was going after her dreams. On the other hand, she was upset that her mum was keeping her distant from her all from a disagreement they had a week ago.

Despite everything, Rose knew being the bigger person spoke volumes. Her mum might be mad at her (again), but Rose wasn’t going to leave her mum hanging. Especially when she promised to do this before their “disagreement”.  The best she could do to not scare off the customers was to keep busy with rearranging her display.

“I can help whomever is next.” she called out as she arranged the scones from perfect to passing. “We are out of the pumpkin spiced latte pasties and the Vote Hermione vanilla bean cookies. But I have some other kickass items to choose from, so shoot.”

It had been four days since the fundraiser dinner and Fred was still licking his wounds from the harsh scolding of his grandmothers howler. It was only meant to be a bit of fun. Honestly, it wasn’t even that big a deal. The pinata didn’t even look that much like Percy. He was just surrounded by touchy busy bodies that liked to suck the joy out of life itself. 

The close eye of his mother had made it impossible to plan out anything that could make his aunt’s Rally really special. He had been sulky the whole night and if it wasn’t for the temporary ban he had gained from his fathers shop he was sure he could have pulled something out the bag last minute. 

The event wasn’t bad, Fred would admit. It was more free and less stuffy than his uncles dinner and for that he was thankful. It would have made him more irritable if he had been forced to endure another poncy night without any release. He allowed himself to wander through the village that had been his home for a time. 

It wasn’t long until he came across a familiar face. Rose was behind a stall sorting through her baked goods. Fred swore that every time he tasted her food he saw heaven. Other people seemed to think the same if the crowd was anything to go by. A slight pout pressed onto his lips at his cousins words.

“Damn, the pastie is my favorite as well. What else you got? anything with honey?” He asked already eyeing up the other treats.

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the fool, the empress, the sun, wheel of fortune, strength, the star, the magician, death, the chariot, temperance, the lovers, justice, the hanged man

The Fool: What is the stupidest thing your muse has ever done?

The stupidest thing Fred has ever done was charming the Bludger used in family quidditch matches. What started off as a prank ended with one of his cousins getting severely hurt. 

The Empress: What would your muse name their children?

Fred hasn’t thought much of children but he is partial to the idea of naming one of them Arthur. 

The Sun: What was the happiest moment of your muses life?

Fred has led a very happy life so far so it’s hard to decide which part would be his happiest. I suppose the first quidditch match he was taken to as a child would be his best moment.

Wheel of Fortune: Does your muse believe in luck?

Yes he does, he’s a very superstitious individual.

Strength: Name a time when your muse had to be strong in the face of danger or trouble?

The most recent time was the disaster of the World Cup. 

The Star: If your muse had one wish what would it be?

He would wish to be a more capable fighter.

The Magician: What would your muse draw if given papers and markers?

He would most likely doodle out little snitches.

Death: If your muse had to change something about themselves what would they change?

He would want to be more patient and not be as short-tempered.

The Chariot: If your muse ruled the world what would they change first?

Fred would likely see that wizards stopped reproducing with muggles.

Temperance: Would your muse remain calm despite the worst circumstances?

No. Fred is a very emotional person so in the worst circumstances he finds it difficult to hold back what he’s feeling.

The Lovers: At what age did your muse first fall in love?

Fred first fell in love when he was 15 but he did not know it was love until later.

Justice: What’s something your muse has been dying to admit?

He’s quite a secretive person so he isn’t ‘dying’ to admit anything, though he supposes it would be good to finally come out to his family.

The Hanged Man: Name a bad habit your muse can’t give up.

Being a general pain in the ass. He lives for annoying people.

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Percy Weasley’s Fundraiser || 16.01.28

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dommi-weasley

Bad taste? How did she have bad taste? She had dated a quidditch player. Granted, it was before he was famous, but still. And Danny had been a mysterious visitor from America. They were all very exciting and fun and that was something Dom valued in a partner… still exciting and fun didn’t equal romantic and loyal. She wanted that too. Maybe Fred had a point.

“Well at least I have a love life, even if I ‘make bad choices’ or whatever. When was the last time you … y’know.” She nudged her cousin with a self indulgent grin. She enjoyed winding up her family, pestering them about their love life. She wanted all of them to find their soul mate and settle down. Some of them needed a nudge.

“I did!” She cackled, glad Fred found it funny. She had a feeling Roxanne would not have felt the same way. “He did deserve it! But not because he dumped me. I just want to make that clear. I dumped him. Make sure people know that. But he was a dick so it’s his fault really.”

Dominique knew she wouldn’t be known as the troublemaker. With her divination, bursting into a town hall and screaming out her predictions, and her public drunk antics last Halloween Dom knew she was seen as a little bit strange. The Prophet had written about it and implied she was crazy. She was pretty sure within the family she was seen as being a tad unhinged, at least by some of her aunts and uncles. It was just because they didn’t believe in her gift though. They thought she was a fraud, or faking.

“Yeah I wouldn’t worry about that Fred. I think you’re still the trouble maker.”

Fred felt a scowl slip onto his face, if he had been a better person he would have admitted he deserved that low blow. He, however, was not a better person. The mention of his non-existing love life was something of great conversation between his parents. It wasn’t that Fred hadn’t liked anyone, there has been something in Hogwarts for a some time but it had never been acted on. After that, he had never stopped to think of someone else in a romantic sense. He had been to scared to allow someone in at the time and now with all the trouble romance was as far from his mind as it could get.

“That is none of your business, thank you very much.” He replied rather terse tone. He gave her a nudge of his own, hoping to convey that he wasn’t actually upset.

He watched her from the corner of his eye as she continued to speak about what this Danny guy. “Oh, I never doubted you were the one to dump him. As much as fairy tales filled her mind, Dominique was still able to see the good lot and the bad lot. It was just a shame that she had a preference for the assholes. At least that’s what he thought. 

“I never told you!” Fred suddenly exclaimed. Turning to his cousin quickly, he dropped his hand onto her shoulders. “I have plans for tonight and I just know that you’ll love them.

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Percy Weasley’s Fundraiser || 16.01.28

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corvusfinnigan

Corvus had never really been into the politics of who became the Minister of Magic when he was growing up. He knew that it was an important position and one that helped to keep the peace among everyone as well as made important decisions. However, he was always more focused on everything else surrounding him rather than just politics. Now that he’s older, he understands that politics– whether you like them or not should be taken seriously. Especially considering all the events had had unfolded. When he received an invite to Percy Weasley’s fundraiser, he didn’t hesitate to accept.  He respected Hermione Granger. Of course, he knew the importance of her role during the previous war. Regardless, something about Percy Weasley’s stand on things drew his attention more. Perhaps the fact that he was more stern and and straight forward. Corvus decided none the less to attend. He didn’t have anything else at the moment as he had been getting more attention for his absences at work. He needed to get people’s eyes off him and his own private investigation he had going. What better way than to attend an event?

When Fred Weasley walked in to say that was a little surprised would be an understatement. He didn’t see the other as being active in these kinds of things but Corvus had to remind himself not to judge people he barely even knew. He eyed him however because something just felt a little… off. He raised his brows when the other turned his attention towards him and glanced at the bottle he was holding.    “How did you manage to sneak that in without no one batting an eye?”

Fred felt his brows raise in an almost mocking reflection of the man beside him. He wasn’t one to give up secrets, especially to a stranger. As childish as it sounded, sneaking things in and out of places was a talent he didn’t want to give up. He had wondered for a brief time as a teen if he would make it as a thief but something about his grandmothers all knowing gaze freaked him out so much that he removed the thought from his mind. Fred shifted the bottle so it was under his arm and raised both hands so he could wiggle his fingers. 

“Magic” He said before tilting his head to the side, “Who are you?”

The more he looked at the man, the more he had a nagging sensation that he had seen him before. Fred hadn’t the faintest clue as to where though. He rarely associated with the people that followed his uncles views. It would look bad on his part, especially when he was one of the few people within his family that agreed with Percy. Fred’s mother would have a fit if she found out that’s for sure and he didn’t even want to think about Roxy’s reaction. Still, if he had seen the man before he certainly would have made some form of effort to remember him, considering he looked like that. 

Fred mentally shook himself away from that thought. Maybe he had a little to much to drink before he came but he refused to show up at such a dull event without a slight buzz.

“You still want some?” Fred asked as he once again shook the bottle in what was meant to come off as tempting. “It’s the good stuff, got it on my last trip into Edinburgh.” 

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Percy Weasley’s Fundraiser || 16.01.28

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dommi-weasley

Fred was right. Everyone was cute. Dominique loved it when people got dressed up and made an effort, it made her feel like she was in a story book, or at some fancy ball just waiting to meet her match. She took Fred’s arm leading him to the side of the room looking around trying to decide if she should go up and talk to any of them, sniggering when Fred said Aidan could such a toads eye.

“Yeah, they both can! Why am I so unlucky Freddie?” She whined taking another sip from her glass and wincing again. She paused to fill the rest of the glass with pumpkin juice. That was better. Much sweeter.

“It’s like I’m cursed! You don’t think I’m cursed do you?” If she stopped to consider the real reason all her relationships seemed to collapse Dom might point to any number of issues, including faults of her own, but she’d prefer to think she was just cursed. And one day her true love would come along and break the curse and save her from her wretched love life and all the awful things that had been happening recently. No more attacks, no more kidnappings, she’d live happily ever after.

“Ok, actually… I kind of did do a prank. You’re going to be so proud of me Fred! But you have to promise not to tell anyone.” She continued knowing Fred would support her.

“So, those aurors were bugging me about… well, you know. They wanted to know who took me. And I can’t remember! I don’t know do I?! Anyway, so they were asking me and asking me and I was so annoyed and I was so angry at Danny too that he didn’t visit me - I told them he’s the one the took me!” She laughed as if she hadn’t just sent an ex to Azkaban for no good reason.

“Anyway I think they’re like questioning him or something so hopefully it’ll ruin his month.”

Fred allowed Dominique to lead him away to the other side of the room. He focused on the contents of his glass, his throat burned from the amount he had been swallowing in the past few minutes. He only looked back up when she started going on about curses.

He loved his cousin but he wasn’t blind. He knew that she was her own special brand of crazy. She had dreams of a fairy tale ending, he could tell by the dazed look she used to get when they were kids. Fred didn’t have the heart to tell her that with all the things going on around them these days that it was never going to happen. “I wouldn’t say you were cursed.” He replied.

“I’d say you have pretty bad taste though, no matter how attractive they are.” He added. Fred reached out a wrapped an arm around her shoulder. As much of an annoyance as she was at time, he did want her to be happy. He wanted her safe. It had nearly killed him when he had heard of her disappearance. Someone had taken her with the intent to hurt her, Fred could feel his blood boil at the thought. 

The word ‘prank’ pulled him back to what she was saying. When she finally went quiet, Fred knew his brows were high on his forehead. He was shocked at what he just told her, potentially sending someone to Azkaban just because they didn’t visit you? maybe it said more about him than it did her as he felt the familiar bubble of laughter erupt from his chest. 

“You didn’t!” Fred cried out. 

Shoulders shaking with laughter, Fred freed her from his side so that he could look at her in the eye. “You, dear cousin, are a menace.” There was an element of pride in his voice. He was surprised to find that he didn’t care about the fate of the young man, he only cared for the fact that Dominique had been smart enough to use her resources. Perhaps he should be more concerned with himself?

“You’re secret is safe with me, frankly from what I’ve heard he deserved it.” Fred said with a small shrug which was closely followed by a groan. “You better not be coming to take my crown as family troublemaker.”

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Percy Weasley’s Fundraiser || 16.01.28

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dommi-weasley

They were family, first and foremost. Dominique and Fred were similar in many ways, their adoration of Roxanne being one of them, but that just seemed to fuel the bickering between them. Still, Dom loved Fred. They got on some of the time and when they did it was fun to hang out with him. She was glad that tonight was a night they seemed to be on good terms.

She eyed up the bottle of tequila with a grin, “yes! Where did you get that?” She asked grabbing the bottle from his hand and pouring some into her now empty champagne glass. Drinking tequila straight after several glasses of champagne was probably not a good idea but she had had a lot of bad ideas tonight and she’d probably have a lot more. “Rose and I were looking for something stronger…” she giggled and hiccuped before continuing and a mock whisper. “We have a bet! Looser has to reorganise grandad’s rubber ducks.”

She took a large gulp of her drink and shuddered at the strong taste.

“Oh! Also, have you seen any cuties around?” She asked quickly bouncing back, excited and clearly already a little too drunk to keep on one trail of thought. “I heard Aidan might be coming and I want to make him jealous. Can you believe he didn’t even visit me? Whatever. Screw him. And screw Danny. Who do you hate? Because screw them too!”

The one good thing about Fred Weasley II was that he loved his family. Even if they were far from close. Dominique was his cousin and he cared for her because of that, but the similarities they shared would often lead to the two going head to head. It wasn’t odd to find them enjoying each others company one minute then arguing the next. It mostly came down to the fact that she stole his sisters attentions away from him.

“This,” Fred started then leaned forward to stage-whisper, “Is just one of many bottles I brought with me.”  As quarrelsome as Fred could be, he focused on the fact that Dominique was smiling. It was refreshing to see her a bit more lively than she had been since the incident. Due to this he allowed her to take the bottle from his hand and grinned.

He easily reclaimed the bottle as he leaned back and pulled out a cup from the same pocket he had taken the tequila from. He mimicked what his cousin had done and poured himself half a glass whilst he listened to her words. She was already on the tipsy side he assumed by the way she bounced from one topic to another. He had barely stopped snickering at the mention of Rose, the last he heard she was forced to take grandma as her date. “I’ll have to find her by the end of the night then.” He laughed.

“Everyone in this room is cute just take your pick,” Fred mused with a flourish of his hand. “As for people we hate, they’re worthless. Aiden can go suck a toads eye.”

It was times like this that he was thankful for their similarities. It made for coversations that can pass time in events such as this. Fred had managed to fight off the frown that wanted to slip onto his lips at the mention of Aiden Wood and that new Danny bloke he had heared about. He wasn't quite good enough to fight off the thought of creating a little revenge plot for his cousin. He took a small sip from his glass let his thoughts filter out through his mouth.. “You want me to set up a revenge prank in your honor? ‘Cause I’d do that, the jerks deserve it.”

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Percy Weasley’s Fundraiser || 16.01.28

It was fair to say that pettiness was second nature to Fred at this point in life. Every action he took was based on some level of spite he harvested in his soul. He did not take well to the disaster that took place between his aunt and uncle which promptly overshadowed all the hard work his father had went through to prepare the winter wonderland. Really, it seemed like his relatives had no consideration. Poor grandma Molly was beside herself on Christmas day. 

When he received the invitation to his dear uncles poncy fancy dinner, he just new it would be a tedious event. Who else could change that but him. Fred had went out of his way to purchase the strongest booze he could get his hands on and a pinata. If said pinata held a striking resemblance to his uncle Percy then it was merely a coincidence. He considered it a fair pay back for the trouble that was caused.

It was easy enough to get these things into the party, Fred had been smuggling items into places since he was thirteen. All it took was some expanding and weightless charms on his over sized coat and sneaking into the venue to hide the pinata. Suits and dress robes were not his style and he refused point blank to wear the ones his parents had brought him two days prior. Instead, he stuck on a pink knit sweater and a clashing yellow bandanna that held back his curly hair. The look his father gave him earlier was full of amusement and the red haired man had given him a set of rounded specks that could put Uncle Harry’s to shame. George had said they keep your vision from blurring with a all to knowing look at his son. Fred had grinned at him and made his way to the sidelines of the hall as more people began to arrive.

Fred could feel the eyes of someone watching him as he rifled through his coat pocket for a bottle of something strong. He finally spoke when his hand pulled out the bottle of tequila

“This is going to be a dull night” Fred shook the bottle in the persons direction with a sly smile, “Care to join me?” 

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hp next gen || fred weasley ii (7/16)

game lover, trouble maker, a bit of a hipster.

[imagining-harrypotter]

Fred Weasley II Moodboard

MASTERLIST

[incorrectcursedchildquotes-deac]

Roxanne: [singing]

Fred: Do you take requests?

Roxanne: Sure.

Fred: Please stop.

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Louis: what you're doing is illegal.

Fred: I'm not taking advice from you. You pronounce the 'g' in 'lasagna.'

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For The Old Faces And The New || Open

The start of a new year should have signaled a new beginning, a time where past problems could be forgotten. It was not the case this year. There was to much tension, to much anger, for transgressions to be forgiven. Fred could feel the weight of the events baring down on him. An unbearable need to know what was going to happen next gripped his thoughts. 

He had been there to witness the horror that unfolded at the World Cup and knew the feeling of truths falling from his tongue with out his consent. The feeling of helplessness at these times haunted him. He wished he had been more skilled, more like Roxy so that he could have done something. If it hadn’t have been for the damn muggle blood in his system-Fred inhaled sharply and shook his head. Now wasn’t the time for such thoughts. He had to pay attention to his surroundings. Two old witches had already knocked him with their outrageous hats earlier today. 

Diagon Alley was still bustling with energy after the Flourish & Blott’s incident. It surprised him, Hogsmede took at least a month to get back on it’s feet after what had happened there. Fred supposed it was due to the popularity of the place, Hogsmeade was only ever filled with life when the school term was on. It was almost like Uncle Harry didn’t attack the muggleborn witch. He thinks ‘almost’ because he catches sight of newspapers headed with undisguised insults towards his family. It makes his pause mid-stride, insult building inside on behalf of his uncle. However, his sudden stop causes a person to walk into him.

“Oh, shit. Sorry mate.” Fred mutters as he steps out of the persons way.

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ageratum, black-eyed susan, bleeding-heart, common yarrow, cornflower, creeping zinnia, flowering cabbage, garden impatiens, hosta, ivy geranium, lady's mantle, million gold, snapdragon, sunflower, wheat cockscomb

Ageratum: Are you friendly or wary of strangers

“I wouldn’t say I was friendly or wary of strangers. I’m curious of them”

Black-Eyed Susan: Have you ever given/received a black eye? Why?

“I have given and received many black eyes, it comes with being a beater on a quiditch team” (Read: Three times because he was being irritating)

Bleeding-Heart: Do you open up freely with your emotions, or do you bottle it up until you burst? If you do hold it in, what is usually your breaking point?

“What is the point in bottling everything inside? that can’t be healthy. If I’m happy, I’m happy. If i’m pissed then i’m pissed. End of story.”

Common Yarrow: Do you easily blend in with the crowd, or do you wear/act so that you are noticeable and stand out?

“Blending in is boring. I like wearing bright colours for hell of it.”

Cornflower: Is there a colour you don’t particularly care to wear? Is it because it clashes with your style, appearance or any other reason outside of simple dislike for said colour? 

“Brown. It’s so dull and mellow. I hate the way it clashes with my skin and really, it doesn’t fit in with my everyday wardrobe.”

Creeping Zinnia: Do you listen into other people’s conversations, either idly or purposely? Has there been anything you learned from it? Have you gotten into trouble?

“I can’t help it if people talk loud enough for me to hear but I did use to sneak around and listen to my parents. Mamma caught me once and gave me a lecture on privacy”

Flowering Cabbage: Name one thing you keep, despite it being pointless or purposeless other than sentimental value or you simple cannot throw it away, and state the reason why you hang onto it.

“I’ve kept my first Harpies shirt that Pops got me. It’s ratty as all hell but I still wear it to Mamma’s games for luck.”

Garden Impatiens: What causes you to lose patience? How do you react when you lose it?

“I suppose people who are up themselves, I’d like to take their wand and shove it right up their arses”

Hosta: Do you enjoy the time out in the sun, or do you relax in the shade whenever you get the chance to do so?

“What is it that muggles say? suns out guns out?”

Ivy Geranium: Do you have any pets? If so, how are they doing?

“Does it count as a pet if you’re the animal?”

Lady’s Mantle: What is one outfit you remember your mother/guardian wearing when you were a child?

“I always remember her in her uniform ready for a match”

Million Gold: How much money do you make. if any? How much do you have currently?

“Why? are you looking for a sugar daddy?”

Snapdragon: What sort of things would you hoard, if given the chance? Would you? 

“For the last time, I COLLECT cassette tapes”

Sunflower: Name one thing that will always make you smile.

“A prank gone right”

Wheat Cockscomb: Name one thing you wished you could do but can’t.

“I really wish I could play chess and win my stuff back from ‘cle Ron”

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Character development time! Give me some interesting questions about my character and I will answer.

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Backyard Flower Garden Questions

Ageratum: Are you friendly or wary of strangers?

American Marigold: Is there anything you will not/cannot eat?

Black-Eyed Susan: Have you ever given/received a black eye? Why?

Bleeding-heart: Do you open up freely with their emotions, or do you bottle it up until you burst? If you do hold it in, what is usually your breaking point?

Butterfly-Weed: What is one thing that always makes you stop and admire, no matter what you were doing prior?

Common Yarrow: Do you easily blend in with the crowd, or do you wear/act so that you are noticeable and stand out?

Cornflower: Is there a color you don’t particularly care to wear? Is it because it clashes with your style, appearance, or any other reason outside of simple dislike for said color?

Creeping Zinnia: Do you listen into other people’s conversations, either idly or purposely? Has there been anything you learned from it? Have you gotten into trouble?

Daylily: Do you have any daily routines/habits? Are they ingrained into you as a child or have they been recent additions?

Field Pansy: Have you ever gone and flown a kite before? Do you wish to do so if you haven’t?

Flowering Cabbage: Name one thing you keep, despite it being pointless or purposeless other than sentimental value or you simply cannot throw it away, and state the reason why you hang onto it.

Garden Impatiens: What causes you to lose patience? How do you react when you lose it? 

Gooseneck Loosestrife: Is there anything strange or unusual you can do, or have noticed happening around you without an identifiable cause?

Hosta: Do you enjoy the time out in the sun, or do you relax in the shade whenever you get the chance to do so?

Ivy Geranium: Do you have any pets? If so, how are they doing?

Japanese Bloodgrass: When was the last time you drew blood, either from yourself or from another? What was the reason? 

Lady’s Mantle: What is one outfit you remember your mother/guardian wearing when you were a child?

Lambs Ears: Do you remember how old you were when the last time someone tried to sensor their speech around you?

Lavender: Is there a particular scent you are fond of? Do you smell this scent often or rarely? 

Million Gold: How much money do you make, if any? How much money do you have currently? 

Moss Phlox: Have there been any new friends you have made? What do you want to know about them the most?

Nasturium: Have you ever been the one to be told a secret? Did you keep it or did you share it with someone else? Was the secret worth being kept?

Ornamental Purslane: Do you wear any jewelry? Which ones are your favorites? Do you favor certain metals/gems/styles?

Rose Campion: If you had to fight, which one person would you chose to fight at your side? Would you pick them based on skill, on trust, or both?

Salvia-May-Night: What your habits/rituals you do when preparing for bed? How long do you usually sleep for?

Snapdragon: What sort of things would you hoard, if given the chance? Would you? 

Snow-In-Summer: Would you rather have winter or summer? What are the benefits or reason to your preferred season over the other?

Sunflower: Name one thing that will always make you smile.

Thread-leaf Tickseed: Are you an insect-magnet when you go outside, or do you insects generally leave you alone? 

Variegated Solomon’s Seal: What is one thing you wished you could seal away and never see/feel/use/etc again? Why?

Wheat Cockscomb: Name one thing you could do that you wished you could do, but cant?

Yellow Cosmos: What is your favorite constellation? Why?