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gcdqueens‌.

“yes, well, you and roger needed me. i wasn’t going to let you two down. i was good enough to get out there for the game and good enough to save you from dyin’ in front of the whole school because… well, roger was not prepared to get that snitch out of you…” she snorts and covers her face with both of her hands. “i’m surprised we all got back to our feet without breaking bones considering i hopped up on his broom with both of you. think that was a sight to see for everyone around us…” padma grins and sighs as she rubs her eyes.

she looks around and she hates this place when she has to stay here for her own health, but she was going to love taking care of people in here. “y’don’t have to stay the whole night, y’know? i just don’t want you goin’ back there and… isolating yourself,” she whispers, giving cho a sad expression. “you know ‘m always here, right?” padma nods her head, knowing her best friend was in a lot of pain.

cho matches her at the snort. “ no he wasn’t -- ” she laughs , “ not at all. ” while she didn’t have much of a part to play during the game , the ending hit her like a slap to the face. or , she supposes , a snitch down the hatch. “ i’ve never been so proud of the team before. ”

padma’s next words catch her off guard. “ yeah -- uh , thanks , paddy. ” but , the thing was , it wasn’t as if cho didn’t have anyone. cho knew she had people she could turn to. it was just... hard for her to formulate words to say when all she wanted to do -- when all she could do was cry. “ i ... i appreciate you. ”

#CC * interactions.#ft. PP * gcdqueens.

enchantmcnts‌.

❝ I JUST — ❞ what does he say here ? just don’t know how to talk to people in a normal way ? the way this conversation is going , cho already knows that .

❝ i’m just tired . first week back and everything . how are you settling in ? ❞

so , obviously , neville is not not alright. but , his awkwardness earns him the title of the most endearing person she’d ever met.

“ oh ... ” she croons. “ that’s too bad. ” her tone is sympathetic , but she falls a bit flat. “ same as any other year. trying my best. ”

#CC * interactions.#ft. NL * enchantmcnts.

flvnts‌.

“ you know damn well i am, ” he seethes, hissing the words out through his teeth. a victory, he’d thought, for certain — he should know better when it comes to pansy.

the petulant frown on his face becomes more real, and he resists the urge to cross his arms over his chest. oh, how the tables have turned in such a short time.

she relishes in the small victory , barely fighting off a proud smile as she crosses her arms smugly across her chest. “ and who’s the crybaby now ? ”

but , despite preening at her victory , she let’s him have it. “ kidding. ” she’d hate him to have a hissy fit on the classroom floor. “ you’re the cutest. ”

#PP * interactions.#ft. MF * flvnts.

devotedtm‌.

mr finnigan isn’t known for delicacy, he had lost count of the amount of explosions he’d ignited – even with the tally he’d started. but, if there’s anything he shows care to it’s his guitar. he often touched it as though one wrong move and it could dissolve against his fingertips and that’s exactly how he’s holding it now. it was a present from his grandfather on his father’s side, and it’s his father who taught him how to play what he knew, before he continued on and progressed further than him. it’s not as though he anticipates going anywhere with it, it’s not as though he anticipates much of anything at all. living one second at a time, that was the way seamus finnigan went through life. he’s playing a familiar tune, humming over the soft vibrations, forgetting where he is entirely. he might sense a presence but he initially does nothing to convey it, too focused on the melody, not too fazed about disturbing anyone.

“ y’know ... oasis ? ” he gives the gryffindor a grin as he leans himself against the cobbled walls of the corrider. “ can you play wonderwall ? fuckin’ love that song. ”

while he’s unsure how cultured seamus is ( in other words , how much muggle is in his mixture ? ) , he’s praying to the heavens that he knows the tune. while muggleborns gravitated to muggleborns , justin was always on the look out for others he could persuade to the darkside of muggle culture -- y’know stuff worth rioting over. muggle music , and candy , and pens.

#JFF * interactions.#ft. SF * devotedtm.

flvnts‌.

“ aw, pans, ” he croons, low and under his breath. “ does this mean you don’t love me anymore ? ” they’re just childish enough that he feels entitled to his victory lap, placing himself back in pansy’s good graces.

he coaxes his features into something sad, a pout surely worthy of her forgiveness. marcus struggles to keep a straight face, but it’s worth it.

she moves her head to meet his eyes -- throwing caution to the win -- as with an piqued brow , she mimics his crooning , “ aw , do you think you’re being cute ? ”

and , with the satisfied grin that blossoms on her face afterwards , it’s obvious that pansy relishes in throwing that at his sweet pout.

#PP * interactions.

idletvngues‌:

@hosepiping

he doesn’t feel like partying; given that the house he was supporting had lost. the only think worth celebrating is slytherin’s loss, and he’d rather spend his time in the hospital wing with his best friend than partying at the astronomy tower, and he’s hoping if he flashes his puppy-dog eyes at pomfrey, she’ll let him stay past the usual hours. he walks through and over to his friends, who looks like he’s just fell through the air (probably because he had, clever, ernie).

“ you look like shit, man. ” he begins with a laugh. “ ravenclaw won the intramurals, slytherin weren’t happy ‘bout that, miserable buggers, they didn’t deserve to win anyway. ” it was karma, really, for playing dirty. “ how you feeling ? ”

a large grin grows on his face as ernie manages to weasel his way into the infirmary. ernie was a true friend if he’s ever had one. who misses celebrating a slytherin loss to come see their friend in the infirmary ? only the greatest of men.

“ well fuck me -- ! ” he exclaims at the news of the win. “ can’t believe they pulled it off. ” still , he can’t help but begrudgingly give the team respect. they beat slytherin even with their roughhousing ( like , honestly , he’d have nightmares of flint in nights to come ). that was admirable. “ i can’t say i’m not jealous. bet they’re partying it up out there. ”

#JFF * interactions.#ft. EM * idletvngues.

idletvngues‌.

draco hadn’t particularly been paying much attention; his thoughts preoccupied with the dark lords return - given that his father was trying to sway him to the cause, to convince him to join the death eaters, something he wasn’t particularly thrilled about, but far too scared to decline. “ huh ? ” he frowns, as he tunes in to the sound of pansy’s voice. “ oh, yeah. it’d be a lot more interesting if we actually found something new. or anything other than two snot nosed first years sucking face. ” he wasn’t too thrilled about that.

momentarily , her steps falter. she’s insecure for a second -- is she so boring that she can barely keep her friends’ attention in a conversation ? no. pansy quickly brushes that aside as she furrows her brows. “ are you alright ? ” she gives draco a good stare down as her eyes narrow. “ you seem ... distracted. ”

#PP * interactions.#DM * idletvngues.

noctemtm‌.

theo looked up when she spoke, realizing they weren’t actually talking about what he intended. eyes moving over her face, wondering if he forgot what it was like to be with her, his mouth opened to speak at first but nothing came out. it was supposed to be his attempt to get them to move on, completely from one another, and suddenly theo felt his heart tug. ❛ pansy, i – ❜ he stopped, shoulders falling slightly almost in defeat. ❛ i didn’t mean it like that. i’m trying to be.. supportive, or whatever you’ll call it. are we just never meant to be friends again? ❜

she fucking hates this. pansy’s lips press into a thin line , embarrassed. although she had hoped it’d be theo all along , he had effectively destroyed any hope of that in one shattering blow. “ never ever. ” merlin — how could she ? she’d be dead before she acted as if she was okay with being just friends. some people could pretend. pansy couldn’t. she needed the distance -- out of sight , out of mind. “ give. it. back. ” she says darkly, outstretching her palm.

#PP * interactions.#ft. TN * noctemtm.

noctemtm‌.

something about the way she spoke, the broken tone that wasn’t defeat more than tip toeing around. crabbe slowly realized that he was having an effect on pansy. how in the bloody hell did he have anything on her? he pulled out his book, making a show of opening it to the page that he was on before and acting like he was going to read it. silence passed, only maybe a solid minute of it. ❛ you know… if you want to just go for a quick snog, i’m not gonna say no. ❜

despite her heart nearly rocketing out of her chest , she disguises her excitement with a scoff , “ romantic. ” but , pansy might as well agree. it’s not as if she’ll be able to concentrate on her work with vincent so close to her. the slytherin tries to have some dignity as she continues to waste parchment, writing down gibberish. “ i’m not looking for a quick snog , crabbe. ”

#PP * interactions.#ft. VC * noctemtm.

noctemtm‌.

the other girl reached for her cup, grasping it with her perfectly painted nails. the deep blue was contrast to the stark white of the mug and it distracted her for a moment. maybe a sign to what she would read. she hummed to herself, looking at the bottom of the cup curiously. the leaves left behind weren’t covering much, actually it was mainly cup. ❛ oh good, cho. do you see here? ❜ she tipped the cup so the other girl could look, ❛ it’s a lot of clear space, showing more of the cup than leaves which is good. plus you see the bird? ❜ luna turned the cup, putting the bird into better perspective. ❛ that’s a symbol of good luck. ❜

every muscle in her body is tensed as luna pulls away her emptied mug -- afraid that the other ravenclaw will see a grim, or some other unholy omen. she’s pleasantly surprised. “ oh , ” cho gives a sigh of relief at that. good luck was nice. everyone needed that. “ thank you , luna. ” her smile is soft and bright. “ honestly ? i’ll probably need a lot of it to pass divination this year. ”

#CC * interactions.#ft. LL * noctemtm.

gcdqueens‌.

she’s still giggling and holds onto cho as much as she can. “noooo. i kissed you on the field! remember?” she snorts and covers her mouth with one of her hands and she chews on her lower lip. “i dunno where seamus went off to, but i didn’t… tell ‘im i didn’t feel well. i didn’t want ‘im to worry!” padma feels warm and she wrinkles up her nose before nodding. “pretty please,” the other whispers and leans into cho’s side. swallowing thickly, she could feel the dizziness beginning to settle in again.

by the time they reached the hospital wing, madame pomfrey was in a STATE. she rushed over, eyes wide and voice shrill. padma grimaces and covers her ears because all the noise was too much. she feels faint and when her knees buckle, pomfrey catches her and helps cho lead her over to a bed. padma giggled again and throws her arm over her eyes. “she’s s-so mad…” padma hiccuped and then pouted when pomfrey came over with a phial of potion. “i d-don’t…” before she could continue, the older woman was forcing it into her mouth and padma gagged, but she swallows it all.

“ca-can cho stay the night, madame pomfrey? p-please?” she whispers and the woman looked so close to protesting before saying only if ms. chang wanted to. padma nods and turns over under the blankets. “i’m proud of you, cho. you’re… a lot stronger than you give yourself credit for,” she whispers and squeezes her friend’s hand.

madame pomfrey’s panic -- although warranted -- was a little too intense for cho. she could hardly imagine how it felt for poor padma. to show her support , she lingers by her housemate’s bedside as the nurse essentially force feeds her the potion. cho can barely suppress her shudder at the sight. and , while miss chang decidedly did not want to stay , because she was a good friend , she took up the seat next to padma’s bedside without a complaint.

“ not at all , ” cho whispers quietly , squeezing back in return. “ i wasn’t the one playing against slytherin with a concussion. ”

#CC * interactions.#ft. PP * gcdqueens.#IM SORRY I COULDNT MATCH

sycophist‌.

a small smile tugs at tamsin’s lips when the ravenclaw takes her hands . she’s gives them a light squeeze in return . “ no . no , i know . “ her nose crinkles as she closes her eyes shut for a second . “ i know you did , i was just — “ breath hitching , she tilts her head to the side . “ i guess i was just worried . ” death , whether muggle or wix , was inevitable . but to lose a friend , who is there in one moment and suddenly gone in the next ? it is something one simply cannot prepare for . “ ugh , “ she groans , trying to shake off the morbidity of her thoughts . “ ced would hate this . “ she reminisces . “ us sulking around like a bunch o’ mopes . “

despite the tears obviously welling in her eyes , a laugh bubbles to the surface. “ he would -- ” she agrees , sniffling. “ he would hate this a lot. ” and the thing is , even though cho knew that , she could never stop the tears from trickling down her face. loss was funny like that. “ i’ll make more of an effort , ” she promises , taking a hand back to wipe away the tears stubbornly making an appearance. “ pinky swear. ”

#CC * interactions.#ft. TA * sycophist.

gcdqueens‌.

she’s squinting as she stumbles through the common room looking for her best friend. padma feels nauseous and she’s not sure it’s just from the alcohol she consumed. she wants to sleep so badly. her hand presses against the wall, “chooooo? cho? i think i do need to g-go back to the hospital wing. my head hurts and ‘m so dizzy. s’not the alcohol kind of dizzy, though. i even got sick… so that’s even worse. madame pomfrey is going to kill me.” padma pouts, but she clings onto cho’s arm and rests her head on her friend’s shoulder, ready to close her eyes.

more nausea and she’s up and bending over another waste paper bin, emptying out her stomach. she makes a face and rubs her eyes before she just starts walking in a direction, whether it was toward the hospital wing or not. “come on, choooooo…roger is a punk and didn’t stick ‘round. he said he would.” she pouts. “i kissed seamus finnigan,” she whispers and covers her mouth before leaning into cho’s side. / @hosepiping

she’d put away her wallowing for one night -- basking in ravenclaw’s win. see , cho knew she’d be drinking something at the end of the night , but she assumed she’d be beating herself up over their loss. truth be told , cho didn’t think she had it in her. she thought she’d be the reason for their embarrassing loss. so , tonight she drank a lot in honour of their valiant win. cho knocked ‘em back until she was knocked out in the corner of the common room.

but , to her credit , cho immediately stirs at her name being called -- always ready to help a friend. quickly she hooks an arm under padma , acting as a crutch for the concussed chaser. “ am i your next conquest ? ” she says with a snort. seamus was willing to kiss sleeping beauty , but hadn’t been chivalrous enough to be her white knight ? “ let’s get you back to madame pomfrey , hm ? ”

#CC * interactions.#ft. PP * gcdqueens.#can u believe this wasnt in my activity tab

noctemtm‌.

❛ the fact that you think i need to do well on my OWLS is almost laughable. almost. ❜ the laugh in his own chest was quiet as he shook his head, shrugging his shoulders. ❛ i’m not gonna do anything remotely academic after this, pans. we both know that. ❜ then she opened to him, a little moment of seeing her weakness and crabbe was focused on her again. eyes flashing with nothing less than giddiness, ❛ i distract you? maybe we should talk more about that. ❜

“ ugh -- ” she groans. hesitantly , pansy moves her hand away , meeting his eyes with a challenge. “ let’s not , crabbe. ” her voice is unnaturally gentle , uncharacteristically lacking the usual force behind her words. but , despite her words , he’s nearly got her wrapped around his finger. helplessly , she suggests , “ can’t we just ... sit here , and study in silence ? ”

#PP * interactions.#ft. VC * noctemtm.

noctemtm‌.

theo held the paper back, shaking his head at her eagerness to take it back and clicking his tongue. ❛ relax, let me help you. ❜ he pulled out his own quill, reading over the mess that she had written and started to fix it. it was easy to fix when you had magic to make the ink previously there disappear. ❛ so.. i know you hate it when i ask questions but. ❜ his lips pulled into a large grin, taking the moment alone with his ex to ask. ❛ what is this about you and vincent then? moving on from me so quickly, i’m hurt. ❜ theo wasn’t truly hurt, he had a deep love for pansy that would probably never leave, but he just wanted her to be happy. even if she didn’t believe it.

while pansy hates asking for help , she hates low grades even more. so , she suffers through this wretched interrogation. “ you’re right. ” her face is stoic , but the anger burning behind her eyes is clear. “ i hate questions. ” pansy crosses her arms over her chest as she goes quiet. she isn’t even sure she’ll answer the question until finally , she meets his eyes. “ two years isn’t fast. ” she’d rather snog a dementor than talk about her feelings. because feelings were annoying and inconvenient. because even though they were done and over with , she still cared about and loved theo. because it was weird to move on from her first boyfriend. even if she did have growing feelings for crabbe.

#PP * interactions.#ft. TN * noctemtm.

noctemtm‌.

crabbe took that as his invitation to join her then. collecting his books and moving to her table, his cheeky grin perfectly in place as he immediately started to lean over the table to talk to her. the excuse that they were meant to keep quiet in the library. ❛ you’d never sit with that girl in a million years, but if i recall, you tend to enjoy sitting with me. ❜ head tilted to the side, ❛ why would i do my work when you’re right here? ❜

while butterflies explore the expanse of her stomach , pansy disguises that with a roll of her eyes. “ slander , ” she quips. “ lies and slander. ” but , she moves her chair over to make room for him as the table anyway. “ because you need to do well on your O.W.L.S. ? ” her tone is impatient , but she stares into his eyes for second too long. momentarily frazzled , she waves a hand , severing their eye contact. “ stop distracting me. ”

#PP * interactions.#ft. VC * noctemtm.

⋆ ◦ ° * ✧ ryan potter. cismale. he/him. — hogwarts welcomes you back, ( justin finch - fletchley ) ! the ( twenty ) year old ( fourth year ) who was sorted into ( hufflepuff ), that is. rumor has it they’re known for being ( + trusting ) as well as ( - gullible ). but that won’t stop them from being ( dumbledore's army ).

HOLLA FOR A DOLLA ! lets meet me soft nug who had his Debut during the intramurals when he was Carting wheeling in the mf Air

#pen.intro #what the fuck is this intro

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