Daisy Hookum. Romance Novelist. Herbology Wholesaler.

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MEGAN THEE STALLION Essence UNCOVERED (2021)

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mrymcs​:

Mary is spread across the other half of their couch, indulging in what little remained of her gillyweed supply, She begins to give consideration to her question, exhaling as the smoke escapes from her mouth. What did she know of attraction? Of affection? Not a damn thing, if her dating history had been any indication. “What, me? You think I know? Fuck if I do. I don’t have a bloody clue, babe,” she offers apologetically, extending her arm to offer the last of the gillyweed to Daisy.  “Though that boy of yours seems to be fond of anything green. Plants. Nature. Iguanas. You. Maybe inviting him over to the flat and greeting him in that sequined, backless, low-cut mini you never let me borrow?” 

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Daisy lifts her hand and accepts the proffered joint. She coughs violently with her exhale and gives it back to her friend. She much preferred the party drugs that made her feel like she could dance all night and that her body was made of thunderstorms and cotton candy. Daisy sighs, “you look better in it than me, I’ll be damned if I let you strut around in it. Besides I could show up naked and he’d just be like ‘hur hur Daisy you look cold have a sweater,’ like his skinny little butt clothes would fit me. Maybe he’s afraid I’ll break him. . . I’ve been waiting so damn long maybe I would. God I just. . . maybe we can do it once, just get it out of my system. That would work right?”

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MEGAN THEE STALLION is seen arriving to Balenciaga Spring 2023 Fashion Show | May 22, 2022

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Tilden simply looked at her for a moment, likely longer than what was necessary. Daisy was absolutely worth the wait and he would wait until the end of time for her. But he couldn’t say that out loud, not to his best friend. Instead he smiled and nodded. “You’re right, your outfit looks very nice, and I’m certainly glad you had me worried sick while I waited for you to get dressed.” He teased again. Somebody else might take his words the wrong way. Tilden knew his humor was a little dry and people didn’t always understand it. But Daisy understood him in a way no one else did.

“Of course you’re getting fed, I’ve been starving all day myself, I almost considered snacking on some baneberries before remembering theyre poisonous.” He laughed, double checking that the shop door was indeed locked before turning in the direction of Knockturn. “And of course I’ll keep you safe. Although Knockturn isn’t to bad once you get to know the regulars.” Tilden shrugged slightly, getting the box of potions situated in his arms. “Would it make you feel better if we held hands?” His words were a little shaky, hesitant. Friends held hands, right? It wasn’t weird, was it? It would be a quick trip, his shop was located rather close to Knockturn Alley, and Mr. Mulpepper’s was the third shop on the left. A quick in and out, hopefully Daisy wouldn’t be too frightened.

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“Thanks baby,” Daisy answers, half showing off the bright red of her dress. It’s modeled after one Princess Diana wore, except the skirt ends just above Daisy’s knees instead of the ground. No use in hiding so much skin when you weren’t next in line to be the muggle Queen. She smacks his arm in a very gentle, playful manner. Her nails are a matching red. Everything matches. Even her lipstick. “I’m so glad you agree and all of that worrying clearly made it even better,” she scrunches her nose, long since learning not to be cowed by his salty humor. Rather, she tended to antagonize it, just to see how grumpy he could pretend to be before breaking into his normal unending kindness. 

“Yes,” she answers a little too quickly, sticking out her hand for him to take. He offered and she wasn’t about to let such an opportunity pass by. She held hands with Mary all the time anyway. Would she cling to the memory of this a little tighter? Absolutely, but that was her business. “I’m gonna put little labels on all the ‘snackable’ items in your shop. But they’ll be cute little skulls so it looks nice,” she makes sure they lace fingers -which is decidedly different than the casual hand cupping she does with Mary. 

[hookumwrites]

@alicexinxaurorland

Who: Daisy and Alice

Where: Fortescue’s Ice Cream

“Alice! You made it,” Daisy squeals excitedly and closes the distance to her companion. Though the other woman was a few years older, summers spent manning the counter together had fostered a friendship. However, Daisy was pretty sure Alice hadn’t spent her paychecks on new shoes or dresses for her pet iguana the way she had. Grown up now, Daisy’s spending habits hadn’t changed much. She beams, “I’ve missed you so much! How have you been?” 

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Where: Outside of Tilden’s Apothecary Who: Tilden & @hookumwrites​

It has become a routine, a couple days a week Daisy would meet him for dinner after work. It was the highlight of his week, the only thing he really looked forward to doing. Although when he stepped outside and closed the door behind him, she was nowhere to be seen. He pouted slightly, hoping she was alright as he very slowly used his key to lock the door. A sigh of relief escaped him as he noticed her rounding the corner, heart skipping a beat at the sight of her. She looked absolutely beautiful today - as she did every day. But it had nothing to do with what she was wearing, her hair or even her makeup. Just her being herself was the most beautiful thing in the world.

“You’re late.” He teased as she approached. “I’ve actually got a quick errand to run, if you want to join me. Just have to run down to Knockturn to drop a few potions off to Mr. Mulpepper - apparently his potioneer quit recently and the poor old man is having troubles brewing the more complicated potions on his own.”

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Daisy frowns at her best friend, flicking black hair over her shoulder.  Her eyes roll before she breaks character and smiles at him. “I’m worth the wait,” her heels ‘click-clack’ against the pavement, punctuating her point, “besides Darling, you can’t rush fashion.” ‘Or me,’ but the last part could remain unspoken. For a very long time Daisy had always been the type to arrive a little late. However she was no stranger to closing out a party, or staying late at work to talk to a buyer. It was her philosophy that you were either a come in early and leave early type or a skid in by the skin of your teeth so you weren’t late-late but always leave late type. She was the latter. 

“You’re still going to feed me right,” she asks in response to his question, tucking her chin and smiling at him to look cute. “And keep me safe? Knockturn gives me the heebie-jeebies,” Pureblood or not, knockturn was far from Daisy’s prefered place to go. She didn’t like spooky things or people of questionable moral intent. She liked bright colors and dancing and her bonus check at the end of each quarter if she hit her sales goal. Daisy also wasn’t sure she liked the idea of walking too far in her shoes; she was with Tilden though and beauty was pain, her bedazzled red leather pumps would remain. 

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@mrymcs​

who: Daisy and Mary

Where: their shared apartment

When: Current game time, evening

“I just don’t understand Mary,” Daisy pouts, sniffing in an exaggerated manner. She folds her arms over her chest but lets her feet dangle over the edge of the couch. Her fuzzy slippers, flick back and forth as she swings her feet in the air. “It’s like I try to be so cute and he doesn’t notice. I try to dress like a slut and he doesn’t care. What am I doing wrong? Should I just show up dressed as a pumpkin? Fat and orange. . . maybe he’d notice me then?” 

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@mxnervamxgonagall​

Who: Daisy and Minerva

When: Current Game Time

Where: Fortescue’s Ice Cream

“Professor, thank you so much for coming! Please sit down,” she waves over her old teacher and pulls a chair out for her to sit down at. She has a copy of her latest manuscript printed and bound. Her hope is that Minerva will give it a quick read and offer some constructive criticism before she submits it to her editor. The first novel had been such a hit, unexpectedly. She was hoping the next book would be just as popular but also hoped her writing had progressed. 

“Can I get you anything?”

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