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-(Deaken Bluman, Male, Twenty-Six) did you see that person over there? that’s JUSTIN FINCH-FLETCHLEY. they’re a MUGGLEBORN and work as a DIPLOMATIC OFFICER IN THE MUGGLE LIASON OFFICE at MINISTRY OF MAGIC. honestly, they’re PRETENTIOUS. i can tolerate them though as they can also be WELL SPOKEN. they remind me of light classical piano being played over cheerful discussions and expensive wine. living in two worlds and not being sure if you can fit both together. anyway, i heard they’re THE PROGRESSIVE FRONT. watch your back around them.  

How have the last eight years treated your character?

It was quite easy for Justin to leave the country during the last War — Unlike many Muggleborn’s who found themselves displaced and on the run, Justin packed his bags and enrolled in an expensive but very private Muggle school across the ocean in The States, after forging papers about his previous schooling. He constantly worried for his friends, and religiously kept up with the news, but as far as being on the run went, like most things money and status certainly made things easier. After Justin finished his Hogwarts education then decided to attend Oxford University where he studied politics and philosophy.

After he graduated Justin found a place within the Ministry of Magic, where he worked the the Muggle Liason Office as a Diplomatic officer. Making sure there was a smooth flow of policy between the Ministry and Parliament, and making sure that Muggle interest was not steamrolled. That is what he attempts to do anyway. But Justin has been living in a that that only someone from a truly weatlhy family would be able to afford in the middle of London, near the Ministry of Magic for the past few years. He’s happy where he is in his life, in his career, and most of all with the people he cares about.

What is your character’s biggest ambition?

Justin has political ambitions of his own for the future, though like any true Hufflepuff he is willing to put in the time needed before that happens. Currently as a Diplomat between the Ministry of Magic and Parliament he is straddling the line between the Magic and Muggle world, with his feet in both Wixen and Muggle politics. It would be easy for Justin to fall on either side and pursue a career in either should he ever want to. He wants the Ministry to take Muggles, the Muggle World, and (of course) Muggleborns more seriously. He hopes that there is a gap he can help bridge — which will certainly pave the way for any lofty political dreams he has for himself.

[ written by Sarah ! ]

[rancidtofu]

He didn’t kill Bryce. He was with me.

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malfoyarrogance​:

December 20, 2005 From: Draco Malfoy To: Justin Finch-Fletchley

Justin—

Either your entire family needs/needed to get out more, or you need to work on your sarcasm.

To be honest—and this might shock you—I’ve never considered moving out. I grew up here; it’s my home, whether I like it or not. Any pureblood home must be maintained and cared for or its magic will become hostile and decrepit. I’m sure you know this. My mother fucked off to France right after my father was sent to Azkaban, so someone’s got to do it, and I’m the only person who’s willing. I’ve no house elves employed, either.

A flat sounds nice. I wish I could do it. Taking care of the Manor myself is a nightmare. But I just don’t know what I’d do if I wanted to move out—no one wants to work for my family, so I don’t think I could easily employ someone else for the upkeep.

As for ‘getting out’ and doing things, good joke. I go to work, then come home. Healer session, home. That’s about it.

I feel like you’re taking pity on me, but fuck it, I don’t even care. I’ve never been to a muggle party but if it means we can get drunk and no one will give me dirty looks (well, I guess they may, but for entirely new reasons which is fine) then I’m in. Let me know the whens and wheres and you can tell me about that ‘prestigious’ muggle school.

Cheers, Draco

P.S. No hangover, thanks to the handy little hangover potion. What the hell do I wear to a muggle party?

-

December 21, 2005 From: Justin Finch-Fletchley To: Draco Malfoy

Draco

It was indeed sarcasm, but I suppose Hufflepuffs have never been known for a dry humor.

I can't imagine taking care of an entire Manor all yourself. How often are you cleaning? I imagine magic helps quite a bit, but that sounds like an entire full time job in and of itself. I'd suggest you could look into hiring a Muggle housekeeper, but that would likely lead to a lot of creepy Haunted House tales about your home, with the boggarts and other maladies magic brings which might be counter productive. A bit of an amusing thought, entirely new ghost stories sprouting up around your house, though. Amusing for me, anyway.

Oh, I am absolutely taking pity on you, darling, but this is as much for me as it is for you. Otherwise I'd just be suffering through questions from people I hardly know about when I'm going 'settle down with a nice girl', until I find a fetching but intolerable lad to leave early with. It's always way more fun to go to these things with a friend. Don't be nervous, and I doubt you'll be getting any dirty looks. You're attractive and old money, they'll love you.

I'll send you where and when, and some locations of shops where you can find nice formal black tie attire in. Either a suit or a tux will work.

Thank you, I'm looking forward to this now. It'll be fun! I hope this letter finds you well!

Sincerely, Justin

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autumncls​:

“Is it because of the inheritances?” Cho asks a bit bluntly, slightly surprised at Justin’s candor. If she were more sober, she would have averted the topic to something else. But she isn’t and the alcohol has loosened her tongue. “My family–well my mother’s side, the posh side, isn’t any better. We haven’t visited anyone’s graves for a very very long time. We only visited before their wills were revealed.” She doesn’t even know if her grandparents have been paying the upkeep fees for the graves of their relatives. The minute the wills were read out and the assets divided, it’s like the person and their memories have completely ceased to exist. No one ever talks about them ever again. The only time the dead relatives are ever mentioned is in connection to antiques in the house or in an old story that paints the dead in an unflattering light. 

Cho nods to Justin, making a mental note to really send him an artwork. “Christie Smit is phenomenal. She’s a bit of a genius.” Cho snorts out a laugh, shaking her head. Talking about her lousy art as if it’s some masterpiece is hilarious. 

She shakes her head again to Justin’s question. Cho isn’t made for party planning. She’d rather attend one than plan one. “Not a single bone for party planning here,” she answers, “Honestly, two hours into the party and no one would complain about the hard alcohol. I think they’d be grateful for it. You can get them to sign over their money easier too.” Loose minds mean unguarded pockets. She can see Justin scoring a record number of donations just from giving out vodka and tequila instead of the usual red and white wine. “I’m sure Hestia Jones would love to plan it out with you,” Cho nods. “I can help too. But with the smaller things like the food. I know a great Wizarding caterer. Mungo’s has been using them for the fundraising galas.”

-

Justin was quiet for a little, looking into his glass almost pensively. "It's always about the money not the people, yeah?" he said, a rueful smile crossing his expression. Maybe he needed to lay off the drinks. He always got too thoughtful and bitter after drinking too much, and a place like this with a party like this going on around him was not the place for it. Maybe at the end of the night, early early in the morning, he would pour himself into the bed of one of his friends, and complain to them about what a burden it was to have such a wealthy family.

At the moment he didn't feel like sounding like that much of an intolerable prick to his own ears, or to Cho's. So, he left it at that. It was better to sit and think about new ideas for charity events.

A party like this was certainly inspiring.

"If you dress hard alcohol up in sweet drinks people are less likely to complain as well," He said. A bit like being young, and unable to stand the taste of real alcohol. Pour in the sweetest drinks you could find and you'd be fine with it. Posh people looking to off load money for a good cause were not so different than a first year university student. "Really? That would be great," Justin said perking up a little bit at the thought of Cho helping him with some galas. Even a little bit. It could be a lot of fun. "I've been speaking with some of the administration at Mungo's. I'd like to do more work outside of the Ministry, and TPF, honestly."

Not to mention that if Justin really had political aspirations (which he did) it would look good. That wasn't why he did charity work like that, he really did want to help where he could help, but it was hard to deny.

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virisier​:

there  is  one  thing  that  described  elizabeth  viridian  rosier  ,  the  only  thing  her  past  and  her  present  co-aligned  with  and  it  was  the  lack  of  trust  in  anyone  .  she  may  have  smiled  and  chatted  or  even  remembered  ever  person  that  came  amongst  her  but  one  thing  people  didn’t  realize  how  much  she  held  people  at  arms  length  .  she  would  listen  ,  she  would  advise  but  you’ll  hear  vague  details  from  her  .  never  her  the  intricate  details  of  what  she  spoke  about  but  just  the  overall  logistics  .  it’s  why  she  ran  so  easily  when  she  had  the  chance  years  ago  ,  it’s  why  she  had  jumped  from  party  to  party  .  

justin  was  mere  background  noise  to  her  in  school  but  as  an  adult  he  was  no  longer  the  white  noise  in  the  back  of  her  brain  ;  he  became  an  acquaintance  in  her  short  time  at  the  progressive  front  and  so  started  his  figure  making  a  valid  appearance  in  her  story  .  while  she  was  no  journalist  and  hasn’t  been  one  for  years  she  lived  by  the  very  foundation  of  the  career  -  keep  your  friends  close  but  your  enemies  closer  .  who  was  justin  to  here  was  still  a  question  to  be  answered  .

“  i  wouldn’t  have  expected  to  run  into  you  here  ,  justin  .  ”  her  voice  was  airy  and  sophisticated  like  she  was  playing  a  role  and  her  smile  seemed  sickly  sweet  .  “  i’ve  been  quite  well  other  than  another  injury  putting  me  in  st.mungo’s  again  .  you  do  remember  how  accident  prone  i  am  .  ”

-

"Oh no?" Justin questioned, a dryly amused look crossing his face. These sorts of parties were not where you would typically find him, but this was hardly the first illegal rave he'd been to. He did attend university after all. But those were all Muggle parties thrown by and attended to by rich kids who were not so likely to get into any sort of trouble if they were found to be there. There was a much different feel here. "Even I wouldn't turn down the opportunity to attend one of these spectacular Night of Magics, and be out of the gossip loop tomorrow at work. It was way too exciting to pass up, don't you think?"

He turned towards the bar waving a bartender over, "another one of these please," he said, motioning to his Champaign flute, and then pointed towards Viridian standing next to him, "and whatever she would like as well." Offering to pay for her drink, in a roundabout way. 

He was always the gentleman he was taught to be, after all.

Though he turned back to Viridian and grinned a little at her other statement, shaking his head. "If that is the case perhaps you shouldn't be drinking anything too hard if that is the case. I wouldn't want to make your ever increasing tab at St. Mungos too terribly high, and I hear that alcohol doesn't usually make one any less accident prone," he joked, and took his drink as it was offered by the bartender, sliding them the money and a nice tip along with it.

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malfoyarrogance​:

December 19, 2005 From: Draco Malfoy To: Justin Finch-Fletchley

Justin,

As someone who’s not particularly courageous, I can attest to that fact. Saying the word is the simplest part; it’s getting to that point that gives me trouble. You’ve no idea how many dark artifacts I’ve had to catalogue and hand over to the Ministry. I honestly saved handling the boggart for last because I thought it’d be easiest — that should tell you something about what’s existed in my family home.

Believe it or not, I shan’t tell you to fuck off, though it gives me immense joy that you actually wrote out a curse word. I’m so proud. In fact, say one out loud, right now—no one can hear you, you’re completely safe, but I’ll know if you don’t do it.

I know what therapy is, thanks very much, having been in it for several years now. My healer has brought up several illuminating muggle psych studies that I’ve found to be quite applicable to my own situation. As surprising as it was to find the wizarding world didn’t have every answer, I’ve since accepted that there are plenty important muggle contributions to various areas of society.

Justin, you’ve got to be joking. What ‘exclusive’ school did you turn down? What’s more exclusive than studying magic? How they could possibly be disappointed in your choice is beyond me.

You sure you won’t get in trouble for sending those documents to me? The Ministry doesn’t like me very much, don’t forget.

—D

P.S. I have had 3 drinks now, none of which you paid for, so can’t really ‘have a drink on you.’

-

December 20, 2005 From: Justin Finch-Fletchley To: Draco Malfoy

Draco,

I said it out loud, and I hope you are happy. The spirits of my dead ancestors are all rolling in their graves because I said fuck in the privacy of my own apartment. And shite, and bullocks, and a few other curse words. For good measure.

Hm...

This might be sacrilege to suggest, I have no idea. But have you ever thought of, perhaps, moving somewhere else? Even if it's only temporary. It sounds like you haven't really left your home where all of these things happened. I'm no therapist myself, but that cannot be a good thing. You could find a nice flat to live in, or something. You couldn't pay me to live in my own ancestral home and nothing terrible even happened there. I don't know, like I said I don't know much of what I'm talking about, but it sounds like even though the Ministry did not imprison you, you are doing it to yourself ...

Do you get out and do anything, at all? I understand you probably think you are a pariah, maybe you are. But ... not everywhere. I can assure you people in the Muggle world have no idea who the Malfoy family is, or what you may have done in the past. If you are interested I do have invitations to a few Christmas and New Years parties I'd prefer not to attend alone. Plus I could buy you that drink I owe you, and you can hear all about the school I chose not to attend (it's called Eton, it’s very prestigious). It's up to you, but the offers are on the table. 

I won't get in trouble for sending you anything, Draco. It's all public record. Believe it or not some people within the Ministry (myself, and others) think transparency is a good idea. 

I hope this letter has found you well, and you are not suffering too much of a hangover. 

Sincerely, Justin Finch-Fletchley

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autumncls​:

“I’m sure she’s not enjoying her legacy up there,” Cho starts to look up tipsily. Her eyes  searching, gleaming comically, flitting about to find something up there to look at (Heaven? Queen Victoria’s ghost?). She obviously doesn’t find what she’s looking for. All that is above them is the concrete ceiling of the abandoned factory.

“Imagine, you’re dead and people still use your name in vain and vanity.” Cho looks around contemplatively, solemnly. It’s a drunken habit of hers to suddenly spout vaguely intelligent, pseudo-wise sayings and thinking that they sound cool.

She considers giving Justin a painting for a second. She has a few of them at home and she’s not going to miss having them hanging around. They’re childhood paintings, barely tasteful but highly sentimental. Surely, she can let a few hang at Justin’s place. Especially if he sings her praises. “I’ll owl you one for Christmas,” she nods. “Your Christmas present. A painting by Christie Smit. Do you think the name is auspicious enough? I was going to workshop it for a bit but couldn’t find any better names.”

Cho listens to Justin. She’s been to a few political events, mostly for the free booze and to provide support for her friends who organize the events. And she agrees. The events would be better with a bass playing distastefully, in the background. “If you can’t do the bass, you can provide a wider selection of alcohol. That will work in your favour.” She tips her glass.

-

Justin's eyes raised towards the ceiling as well, staring for a while almost as if he zoned out, before his eyes moved back to Cho with a grin. "I don't know about your family, but I certainly know mine treat most of the dead that way. Not a respectful bone in their bodies," he said. Perhaps a little cruely. It was definitely nothing he would say about his family were he sober, the airing of ones grievances like that was uncouth.

But he was a little too drunk to care.

He had his own childhood paintings, videos of piano recitals, and numerous photographs somewhere hidden in the far reaches of his families estate, which was at least something. The only son and heir to the Finch-Fletchley name, of course his parents logged every single movement he made like it was the most impressive thing to happen. He could do the same for a friend, as a silly joke. "I look forward to seeing the amazing work of Christie Smit," he said, a finalizing nod, as if they had just made some kind of business deal.

"Hm. A wider selection of alcohol would be good. Some might question the idea of a bar stocked with hard liquor but once they're all drunk enough I'm sure it won't be a problem," Justin laughed. It would make it easier to get money out of some of them. Rich people could be so ... shrewd sometimes. "Perhaps I can see if Ms. Jones will start planning parties with me. It'll be the best of both worlds. I feel like I could use some help more often than not, anyway. You don’t happen to have secret party planning experience, do you?"

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share a car with, share a bank account with, share a cake with - harry, pansy, and draco

Share a car with

Going off of context clues I imagine this means like we have one car and share it between us rather than driving somewhere together? I have to go with Harry in that case because Wizards don't learn to drive, at least not most of them. I don't know if Harry ever took driving lessons either, but he would at least know the basics and how a car works. 

Share a bank account with

Who has better spending habits out of Pansy and Draco? I guess I would have to go with Draco. We would have enough money to sustain ourselves (and more people I imagine). We will hire someone from Gringotts to do the budgeting and finances. It’ll be fine. 

Share a cake with

Pansy. I just think she would have the best taste out of the three of them. I mean it's simple as that...

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all dead, hot space, smile, disco

all dead – when was the last time you cried?

Oh, probably something sad I was reading. Or a movie I watched or something of that nature. I get emotional over things like that easily. Maybe it was sad, maybe it was happy, maybe the ending was just a lot. I will cry.

hot space – what’s an unpopular opinion you have?

I don't know if this is truly ‘unpopular’ or more just something you don’t hear too often. On the whole I believe that Muggles are more conservative, and set in their ways than Wixen are. It might be just because of the environment I was raised in verses the people I interacted with at Hogwarts and where I am now, confirmation bias and all. 

smile – when you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up?

Answered

disco – guilty pleasure?

I still really enjoy Professor Lockhart's books, he was an extremely talented writer, he was extremely charming and it comes across well on the page. He was also very very handsome.

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Smile and lap of the gods

smile – when you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up?

A politician, honestly. So, I'm pretty much doing what I thought I would be doing. I wonder sometimes if I wanted to be a politician because it's what my parents told me I wanted to be, or if I really wanted to be it. But, I do very much enjoy it, and I happy with what I do. So, I can't complain.

lap of the gods – if you could meet anyone, alive or dead, who would it be and what would you tell them?

I would like to meet Helga Hufflepuff, just to tell her thank you. Not to be cheesy. But for forming a house on acceptance of who a person is. I have a lot of respect for her, I have a lot of biographies, but they hardly do her justice I'm sure.

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44, 72, 89

44. favorite scent for soap?

During the day I prefer a cool fresh type of scent. Like Aloe, mint, or lemongrass and things like that. At night I might go with something more mellow like lavender, or vanilla.

72. worst subject?

Ah. History of Magic, and Potions were my poorest subjects back at Hogwarts. In muggle schooling history was still one of the worst, and sciences after that. So they were similar concepts.

89. who would you put before everyone else?

My friends. Ernie, Hannah, and Susan specifically. Hufflepuffs are ride or die.

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fight aliens with, fight zombies with, fight capitalism with: nott, malfoy, potter

fight aliens with

Draco. I'm simply imagining some sort of futuristic scifi situation, and Draco is so very ... sleek and blond and he fits the aesthetics in my head. I would like that. I just have to go with him.

fight zombies with

Theodore, because if we're imagining a typical zombie apocalypse I have a hard time imagining someone like Draco getting all dirty and bloody (I can't imagine that of myself either). But I could see Theodore working in that sort of situation.

fight capitalism with

I'm the last person who should be fighting capitalism, let's be honest. But Harry would be the only choice here really. He's the only one who has experience fighting such .... large intrinsic corruption. It has to be him.

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fist fight, get drunk with, share a flat with: ron, george, malfoy

Fist Fight

Draco because then I may actually stand a chance. The other two would be able to kick my ass too easily ...

Get drunk with

George because I just think he would be a good time. He probably knows a lot of fun places to go.

Share a flat with

Ron because as much time as he spends with Hermione he can't be terrible to live with. Right? Is he a good roommate? He seems like he’d be an okay roommate.

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♔ queen-themed asks ♔

cupboard – are you petty?

delilah – do you have any pets?

misfire – do you want any kids? if so, how many?

killer queen – what’s an outfit that makes you feel sexy?

radio gaga – top five favorite songs?

freddie – tell us about someone who has changed your life positively. 

brian – what is something you are passionate about?

john – are you a creative person?

roger – what’s a common misconception about you?

deaky – do you have any nicknames?

all dead – when was the last time you cried?

don’t stop me now – what’s your go-to happy song?

lover boy – are you a romantic?

maracas – what’s your prized possession?

bites the dust – bassists or drummers?

live aid – what’s your dream concert line-up?

clean machine – what’s your dream car?

mercury – if you could change your name, would you?

drowse – how do you spend your lazy days?

make love – what is your sexuality?

hot space – what’s an unpopular opinion you have?

‘39 – what are you afraid of?

borhap – are you happy?

jim – are you in love?

mary – are you friends with any of your exes?

mustapha – how many languages do you speak?

flash – favorite movie?

las palabras de amor – what’s the most romantic thing someone has ever done for you?

tenement funster – are you a good flirt?

rainbow – best concert you’ve ever been to?

scrabble – do you and your friends have any traditions?

seven seas – where have you always wanted to travel?

keep yourself alive – what keeps you alive?

liar – are you good at sensing when someone is lying to you?

modern times – if you could go back in time, what decade would you travel to?

japan – favorite place you’ve traveled to?

garden lodge – what’s your dream home?

disco – guilty pleasure? 

sunglasses – how’s your eyesight?

1977 – long hair or short hair?

smile – when you were little, what did you want to be when you grew up?

cheese toast – favorite food?

blazer – do you share your clothes?

lap of the gods – if you could meet anyone, alive or dead, who would it be and what would you tell them?

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weird asks that say a lot

in

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

7. earbuds or headphones?

8. movies or tv shows?

9. favorite smell in the summer?

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

12. name of your favorite playlist?

13. lanyard or key ring?

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

18. ideal weather?

19. sleeping position?

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

21. obsession from childhood?

22. role model?

23. strange habits?

24. favorite crystal?

25. first song you remember hearing?

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

28. five songs to describe you?

29. best way to bond with you?

30. places that you find sacred?

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

32. top five favorite vines?

33. most used phrase in your phone?

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

35. average time you fall asleep?

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

38. lemonade or tea?

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

41. last person you texted?

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

44. favorite scent for soap?

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

47. favorite type of cheese?

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

51. current stresses?

52. favorite font?

53. what is the current state of your hands?

54. what did you learn from your first job?

55. favorite fairy tale?

56. favorite tradition?

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

62. seven characters you relate to?

63. five songs that would play in your club?

64. favorite website from your childhood?

65. any permanent scars?

66. favorite flower(s)?

67. good luck charms?

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

70. left or right handed?

71. least favorite pattern?

72. worst subject?

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

82. pc or console?

83. writing or drawing?

84. podcasts or talk radio?

84. barbie or polly pocket?

85. fairy tales or mythology?

86. cookies or cupcakes?

87. your greatest fear?

88. your greatest wish?

89. who would you put before everyone else?

90. luckiest mistake?

91. boxes or bags?

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

93. nicknames?

94. favorite season?

95. favorite app on your phone?

96. desktop background?

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

98. favorite historical era?

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please ask plenty

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malfoyarrogance​:

December 19, 2005 From: Draco Malfoy To: Justin Finch-Fletchley

Justin,

I suppose you’ve got more decorum than I, these days. Who’s there around to require politeness from me? Certainly not you—I can’t imagine I’ve offended you, and if I have, take it up with your Mind Healer if you’ve got one. Sounds like you should have one if you’re that sussed by your parents finding out that you’ve dropped your etiquette. Do you even curse? Are you human?

It took me three days to get rid of the boggart. Three! I’d resolved not to answer your owl until I’d done it, which, truthfully, wasn’t much in the way of motivation. I’ve barely slept. I’m not sure what form your boggart takes, but you must know it’s never as simple as uttering ‘riddikulus’. Or maybe it is, for you, and I’m doomed to cowardice for the rest of my life. It’s no wonder I wasn’t placed in Gryffindor.

I’d like some proof that my money’s going to the right places. It’s not that I don’t trust you…but I don’t trust you. More importantly, I don’t trust the Ministry. Whatever you can show me. It’d just be nice to see some physical evidence that something I did resulted in something good. Not an opportunity I get very often.

At long last, at least I can say your letter’s found me better than the previous. Cheers to you; I can finally enjoy a whiskey on a Friday evening in my study without that boggart hanging over my head.

—D

P.S. I thought all Hufflepuffs were supposed to be generous.

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December 19, 2005 From: Justin Finch-Fletchley To: Draco Malfoy

Draco,

Hey! Congratulations on getting rid of your boggart, that is great news. They are difficult to deal with, but I always find the most difficult part is getting up the courage to go and deal with them, rather than actually dealing with them. Then once you've done it, it's over. So, here you are. Free to drink your whisky in peace. I am glad to hear it.

I require nothing from you Draco, much less politeness. You could tell me to 'fuck off' if you truly wanted to, don't let me stop you. Which answers your question if I curse or not. Sometimes. When the situation calls for it. I am human all of the time, however. But don't you worry about what I speak to my head healer about (we call them therapists in the muggle world), they are quite aware of my deep seeded need to attempt to please my impossible to please parents who have never forgiven me for turning down the chance to attend the most exclusive school in the country, to become a Wizard instead. We're working on it.

You're twenty-six, you have more than enough time to have countless opportunities to do something good. But I will send you the documents of where the money is going, who it is going to, people you can get into contact with to make sure everything is above board. Hopefully one day you'll be able to trust me, generosity is not a Hufflepuff trait (not that I'm not generous!), but being just and fair is. Once I get into the office tomorrow I will send you everything you need to know to have peace of mind. Hopefully. You are being very descerning though, which I can appriciate. But hopefully.

I am glad my last letter found you well, and I hope this one does too. Have a drink on me, perhaps sometime in the future I will be able to buy you one.

Sincerely, Justin Finch Fletchley

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