she moves in her own way

heather weasley, 20, constant failure and current photography student

[pinkdeer]

make me choose: Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw?

asked by theladyoftheland

Angel Coulby as Helga Hufflepuff (insp)

[chiefbellamy-blog]

[wildrecklessroses]

"Too long, I’ve missed you! I need to stalk you more often, I think.” Rose couldn’t help the absolutely giddy smile that crept on her lips as she hugged her sister tightly. She loved her sister with all her heart and soul, nothing could change that, but actually seeing her was even more wonderful than text messages here and there. “How’s school? You still being stellar enough for all of us?”

[heatherweasleys]

"Colin already thinks you're weird." She told her sister. Her flatmate, Colin Creevey, was in her house. They had been living together since they had gotten out of school. Heather loved the idea of her sister spending time with her, however. She missed her more, day by day. "I don't know, Rose. I've been hearing all about how fabulously you are doing. I think I might break the meter if I add to it." She told her sister. Heather wished Rose saw how wonderful she was from Heather's point of view.

[lucymayaweasley]

"I don’t know if I’m going to go to the Selwyn Affair- I don’t think I have anything to wear." she said as she signed. 

[heatherweasleys]

Heather had practiced her signing just for Lucy. She wasn't very good quite yet but, it was coming to her. Aloud  and as best she could with her hands; she said, "Lucy! You can't not go! We'll go shopping. Now. Come on."

[heatherweasleys]

☠

☠: Their worst habit.

It came with a love of aesthetics she thought.

Smoking didn’t feel good or taste or smell good.

But, in pictures; Heather adored the way smoking looked.

She sat around with four boys, two Slytherins and two Hufflepuffs.

Their names were irrelevant.

She watched them at the Black Lake, smoke swirling over their heads.

She watched it hang over the water.

And, one day, she took a cigarette and made a cloud of her own.

And to this day her lungs won’t forgive her.

[scorpiussnake-deactivated201411]

not drunk nor in love: scorpius+heather

[scorpiussnake-deactivated201411]

Scorpius scrambled to make himself upright. Heather could de-hangover him?

Then paranoid thinking kicked in, and it suddenly occurred to Scorpius that Heather could be lying to get into his apartment. He winced as he cast a few basic, non-verbal protection charms around his doorway, then opened up.

"You better have the good stuff," he commented blithely.

[heatherweasleys]

Heather saw exactly what he did, though she thought that people did nonverbal spells for a reason. She kept the information to herself, wondering what in the world he thought he would need a charm for. Did he think she was going to hurt him? Surely, she wasn't. Heather was merely using him as an excuse to

a.) actually interact with people b.) get out of classes

Heather smiled at him, stepping inside and looking around. It was small--though bigger than her own flat. She hated the idea of living alone but, she supposed he probably hadn't minded--I mean, he had been doing it all along.

                                                                           "Works every time. Just er, drink this."

Heather reached into her bag, pulling out a flask of murky liquid. She carried the concoction with her at all times because she never knew when she might need it.

[heatherweasleys]

Headcanons!

☠: Their worst habit.

☮: How they keep calm.

♥: How they show affection.

♕: Their most prized possessions.

★: Their favorite celebrity.

☼: Favorite season.

☁: How they feel about cold weather.

☻: Person who could without a doubt make them happy.

☹: A thought that makes them sad.

♫: Favorite music genres.

✍: A langauge they can speak.

✖: A trait they despise in people.

△: Views on lgtbq issues

ツ: A guilty desire of theirs.

☃: Would they build a snowman

[fckingteddy]

Ouch, red, ouch. After all I’ve done for you? Cutting me deep. [She raised her eyebrows in curiosity, a small hum in the back of her throat as she rested her head in her hands.] Teddy town’s fuckin’ bizarre, as always .[She shook her head; enough about her] Details, love, those’d be swell.

[heatherweasleys]

"And you have done oh-so-much." She looked at her friend, adoringly. "Bizarre isn't even close to the right word for Teddy town." She laughed, looking down. "Well, er, remember my flatmate? Well, he thought it would be a fantastic idea to have a rave. In our house. Without telling me. And so, I was--" She stopped for a moment, half embarrassed to tell the rest of the story. "--I was bring home this..this bloke, and there is a full blown rave and everybody is tripping the hell out and... it was certainly an experience."

[notyetwitches-deactivated201412]

melt your headaches, call it home ;

[notyetwitches-deactivated201412]

    ”From which house are you?” The question was vague, as if trying not to divulge anything to the wrong pair of ears. “You’re so familiar…" Cornelia leans slightly forward, trying not to make it awkward for either of them. She mentions her name, Heather. "You have a pretty name."

    Cornelia only recalls one Heather, though. A Weasley. “Oh, are you a Weasley?” She raises an eyebrow, for she did not know the face to the name until now.

    “Cornelia. Cornelia Parkinson. Nice to meet you.” She was unsure of what the other’s prejudices about her last name would be, but she kept her cool, only fidgeting with her lighting disk slightly.

[heatherweasleys]

Heather now knew what the girl was getting at. Only someone in the wizarding world would ask that question, yet, it was vague enough that people around them wouldn't say anything.

                                                                                    "Hufflepuff. And, er, thank you." 

Heather looked at the girl, know placing her. She was a Parkinson. They hadn't exactly been friends but, she had heard about her. It wasn't all good things, either. 

                                                                             "Yes. I am a Weasley. And you are..." 

Heather waited for the girl to speak and once she did, she smiled because her memory had, for the first time in ages, not failed her.

"Cornelia is a lovely name. So, um, what is this place? Do you come here often?"

Only after she said it did she realize that she sounded like she was trying to make an advance on Cornelia (which she certainly was not.)

[fckingteddy]

More than firewhisky? My little Weaslette, all grown up. Sharing is caring, y’know.  [She teases, plunking herself in a seat across from the redhead. A genuine grin settles on her lips.] Tell me, how goes it in Heather land?

[heatherweasleys]

"Guess I don't care, then." Heather said, a smirk resting upon her face. "In Heather land? It's....certainly something." She had had a strange past week. "And, is Teddy Town any better?" She joked.

[tamptunes]

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[notyetwitches-deactivated201412]

melt your headaches, call it home ;

[notyetwitches-deactivated201412]

    “One cinnamon dolce latte, please,” she says to the Muggle cashier, putting a few bills on the counter. Cornelia got used to Muggle London already, able to maneuver through the streets with a small car she bought for her 19th birthday. “Oh, and a blueberry muffin. Thanks.” 

     The waitress gave her a small disk, which was supposed to light up when her order was ready. She looks for a seat, and settles for the circular table by the window — the cafe was half-full, and she sighs. She takes out a pen and her notebook, and starts filling out the empty page with details about Muggles.     A particularly large group of giggling girls came in the establishment, and she sighs as the cafe’s tables became occupied. Another girl went inside, and she rises an eyebrow — she looks oddly familiar.     Reluctantly, she raises a hand, and motions her to sit in her table. “Looking for a seat?”

[heatherweasleys]

Heather zoned out the moment she had walked in. Crowded place with lots of people were complicated for her. At parties, she was a gem. In public otherwise, however, she felt like her head might explode. She stood there, blankly for a moment.

It wasn't until somebody motioned to her to sit that she actually reacted to the whole place.

                                                                                                   "Oh, yeah. I am--I...thanks."

Heather studied Cornelia for a moment, getting the vaguest notion that she knew her before sitting directly across from the girl. She didn't know how or where from--she may have been Rose's friend. But--why in the world was she in the muggle part of town? Heather lived here, else she wouldn't be here at all.

                                                                                                      "I'm Heather, by the way."

[scorpiussnake-deactivated201411]

not drunk nor in love: scorpius+heather

[scorpiussnake-deactivated201411]

Scorpius opened the door after righting himself and stared into the face of Heather Weasley, who had barely seen since graduating. He felt like death, though not in a remotely bad-ass way. Scorpius wasn’t to the stage where he was absolutely sure that he could walk in a straight line either. As it was, the doorway was wavering back and forth, so Scorpius decided to lean on the left side.

"Oh, hullo, Heather. I’m just-" Scorpius ducked his head, too ashamed to say ‘hungover’ in front of someone he didn’t know very well.

[heatherweasleys]

The moment she opened the door, she knew exactly where he fell on the spectrum of drunkenness. To her, it seemed that he had been drinking for a while and was still drunk from before. Maybe she had been reading it wrong but, she stood at the door with a rather amused look on her face.

                           "I'm not a child anymore, Malfoy. You can say you are hungover." 

She gave him a smile, not making much of the fact that he probably wanted her to leave or that her voice might be making his head hurt worse. She merely shrugged.

                                                                                 "If you let me in, I'll make it go away."

[skyschai-deactivated20160228]

[fckingteddy]

I saw you forty-eight hours ago, you loon. Or is that firewhiskey going to your head?

[heatherweasleys]

"It's a little more than firewhisky, I reckon." Heather smiled slyly, motioning for Teddy to sit. "Well, it feels like ages."

[heatherweasleys]

"Oh! Thank you! How are you? Merlin, it's been ages."

[notyetwitches-deactivated201412]

melt your headaches, call it home ;

    The streets of London were, once again, covered in collected drops of water.     The usual charm of rain — its calming sound, the slow, cliche pitter-patter consonance-slash-onomatopoeia she usually loved. Now, now, everything seemed to mock her. It seemed as if the sun, moon, and stars laughed at her insecurities, and she wants to sneer back; to give them a big 'fuck you!' for being such hypocrites, for they were imperfect as well.     With a quick flourish, she takes a jacket and an umbrella, and leaves for the nearest place where she could get some decent company, and a nice, warm cup of coffee.

[heatherweasleys]

Heather Weasley wasn't exactly a ray of sunshine but, of late, the entirety of the city felt like it was out of one of those sad films that played in the cinema just a block away.

She was on her way to class, the rain flattening her bright hair to her head like a soppy towel. She was going to make it to class in due time, too, if it hadn't have been for the way that the rain started coming down.  She could barely see through it so, she pushed into the nearest establishment.

Heather Elise was a coffee connoisseur, as she had entitled herself. But, never even once had she stopped into this particular coffee shop. It was cute too.