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“chirping purple cat, hm? interesting morning you’ve got there, gudgeon. but alright, i suppose that’s enough proof that you’ve forgotten what you saw. you’re welcomed to run along now, guess.”
“’Run along now?’ But, Tonks dear, I have absolutely nowhere to be and nothing to do. Sad, I know, but true nonetheless. What are you up to? In need of some company?”
❝ Adorably awkward would be a tad more suitable in this situation. No need to apologize though, I should’ve known better than to use the first empty room I could find to listen to my records. You can have the room if you’d like. ❞
“Please don’t stop on my behalf.” Gladys closed the door behind her and plopped herself down on one of the available chairs. “Who is this playing? I don’t think I’m quite familiar with this song.”
“ ask NOT what you can do for the cards–no, don’t touch–but what the cards can do for you. ”
“ i’m calling it the ‘trelawney tarot power hour’. i’ll sit right here with my cards and lie in wait for the next auspicious aura to walk by – yours is a delectable shade of plum, dear! can i trouble you for a reading? ”
“I was thinking mine was a nice yellow, but I suppose plum isn’t all that bad.” Gladys was never a big fan of fortune-telling, believing a person’s destiny was what they made it, but she supposed she could humour the girl. Also, it’s not like she had anything better to do. “So, do I pick a card or…?”
“ I’d rather have a spliff. ” Remus mumbled when she asked him if he wanted a smoke and he reached to grab one out of the pack. “ Remind me later to spare you one. ” He knew the girl from around school, but he couldn’t think of a time he had actually sat down and spoke with Hufflepuff.
"I’m afraid I’m all out of spliffs,” she said in a tone that sounded a lot like regret, though in reality she could count on her fingers how many times she’s had one on-hand, usually just bumming off others. Putting the pack back in her robes, Gladys quickly waved away his offer to owing her a cigarette and handed him her lit one so he could light up. “Come here often?”
❝ do you WANT to blow us all up, cretin? — you’re not supposed to add the hellebore until after the potion cools ! ❞
“Come on now, I wouldn’t go as far as calling myself a cretin. After all, it doesn’t state in the manual — OH. I’m sorry?”
♪☺☢
♪: three songs that remind me of my muse
sweet ophelia — zella day
ain’t it fun — paramore
young and beautiful — lana del rey
☺: three things that make my muse happy
unexpected adventures that lead to pleasant surprises
anything sweet but her favorites include treacle tart, florean fortescue’s butterbeer ice cream and any kind of chocolate
random nights with friends especially when somebody has successfully smuggled in some firewhiskey
☢: something my muse is afraid of
gladys is absolutely terrified of growing up alone, growing up and realising that despite everything she would have done and would have been through, it would all amount to nothing. because what is living when you have no one to share it with? it’s part of the reason why she keeps a lot of people so close to her (despite how much she thinks it’s unintentional and that she doesn’t care if people like her or not).
Putting her weight onto her hands, which were situated on the boys chest, she shoved a little before standing up. “Let’s hope so, but if not, there’s plenty more where that came from.” She smirked before turning to her friend. “Tackling people is hungry work, let’s go get some food.”
Gladys took one last look at the boy, almost feeling sorry for him, before having her gaze return to Daisy. “Oh, I bet it is,” she agreed with a teasing tone. Though often as short-tempered as her friend, she was never the one to resort to physical violence. She left that sort of thing to Daisy ( and rightfully so ). “Alright, let’s get some food in your system. I don’t want to be held accountable for any grumpiness your hunger could possibly cause.”
❝ It’s called dancing, Gladys. And come on, it wasn’t that bad. ❞
“I prefer the term awkwardly adorable. Sorry to have barged in on you, Lils. I thought the room was empty.”
“huh? i only fell over but sure you never saw it happen”
“If you want me to not pretend that I saw you fall, I could do that too.”
“brilliant. —— so, miss gudgeon, what did you see this morning?”
“There was this bloke, you see. He was dressed as a purple cat… chirping… and swimming with the Giant Squid… and then his mo — I’m sorry, what were we talking about again?”
headcanon meme! send me a symbol and i'll tell you...
☺: three things that make my muse happy
☻: three things that make my muse sad
✝: any religious beliefs my muse has
☎ : my muse's ringtone
♫: three of my muse's favorite songs
♪: three songs that remind me of my muse
★: a wish my muse has
☑: something my muse has accomplished that they're proud of
☢: something my muse is afraid of
☂: what my muse does on a rainy day
→: is my muse any good with directions?
☮: is my muse a happy person?
웃: three people that are important to my muse
☃: does my muse like the holidays?
☯: is my muse more idealistic or cynical?
▲: my muse's happiest memory
✄: is my muse creative?
⌘: was my muse good in school?
✿: is my muse an outdoors person?
♈: the most daring thing your muse has ever done
♉: is my muse prone to jealousy?
♊: is my muse smart?
♋: is my muse emotional?
♌: three things my muse is enthusiastic about
♍: is my muse shy?
♎: is my muse vain or cocky?
♏: something my muse obsesses over
♐: is my muse blunt or do they beat around the bush?
♑: is my muse an optimist or a pessimist?
♒: is my muse emotional or more detached?
♓: my muse's biggest secret
“It’s alright. We can pretend I never saw whatever that was.”
“I can when they deserve it.” Daisy glared down at the boy she had tackled, not needing to look up to identify it was Gladys. “This little creep slapped my arse and made some disgusting comments, thought it only fair to teach him that it’s not okay.”
“He what?” Glaring at the boy on the floor, Gladys was tempted to give him a nice kick at the side. Unfortunately, she was taught not to kick arseholes when they were already down… literally. Besides, it looked like Daisy already did a good enough job of teaching him a lesson. “Let’s go, love. Let’s leave this maggot to reflect on his actions and, maybe next time, he’ll think twice before making crude comments and putting his filthy hands on ladies.”
gladys gudgeon + marlene mckinnon moodboard
“You and I are more than friends. We’re like a really small gang.”
[ @starlitmarlene ]
“You’ll pay for that!”
“Merlin, Daisy!” Gladys exclaimed as she rushed to where her best friend was, surprised (except, not really) at what she had just witnessed. “You can’t just go around tackling people!”
“ — so, tell me, what c l e v e r idea is it that you have that will more than likely get us killed, or, if we’re not as lucky, land us detention?”
“Well, none as of yet, but I am flattered that you think so highly of me, dear Bella.”
A chuckle escaped Remus’s throat when Gladys spoke. It was funny to him, because he wasn’t about to tell her to beat him up. For he was the reason why he was upset. Moony was always the reason. “No, No. It’s fine I promise,” he told the blonde as he looked up at her.
Gladys took a long drag off her cigarette, looking him in the eye as if assessing him, before letting out the smoke. “Alright, if you say so.” If Remus didn’t want to tell her what was bothering him, she wasn’t going to push him. Reaching for her pocket, she pulled out her almost empty pack of cigarettes and extended it to him. “Cig?”
