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[kingsleysshacklebolt]

he had seen the girl from across the dance floor, taking in the dress and makeup, and the slight air of disappointment around her. despite standing next to who he assumed was a friend, fred looked lonely to him. he crossed around the dancers and through the rabble to reach her. “i hope you don’t mind me stealing away such a beautiful date,” he apologzied to the friend, whom he vaguely recognized as garrick ollivander’s sister. he held his hand out, raising an eyebrow and slightly tilting his head towards the other dancers. “join me?” @winuhfred

[kingsleysshacklebolt]

lu-sin-da:

“glad someone else agrees.” she replied with a condescending grin. “why mr. shacklebolt, i never saw you as being such the smooth talker. looks like the castle lothario has some competition for making women swoon.”

“i don’t consider it smooth talking, per se. it’s...mostly being honest.” kingsley’s eyebrows raised with the last three words, and his eyes fell over lucinda’s expression. he wondered if her constant arrogance was genuine, or if she wore as much of a mask as he did. “you’ve known me seven years. surely you picked up on it at some point.”

[kingsleysshacklebolt]

lu-sin-da:

“these flowers being given out must be some kind of trick, because I have only received one carnation and OBVIOUSLY i am worth more then just one carnation. i am worth a whole damn garden.”

“of course you are, lucinda.” kingsley gave the girl a slow smile, picking his words carefully. “but i think even an entire garden can’t match you.”

[dailywest]

[kingsleysshacklebolt]

FOR: Kingsley Shacklebolt

FROM: Fred   *scribbled out*   Anonymous

NOTE: Just wanted to wish you a pretty sick Valentine’s Day. Eat a lot of chocolate. Utilize that fast metabolism. Be the best version of yourself. (Insert more clever philosophies here because I’m blanking.)

[kingsleysshacklebolt]

FOR: Kingsley Shacklebolt

FROM: A ghost

NOTE: I see through you like you see through me. Get it? I’m a ghost!

[timmychalamet]

[kingsleysshacklebolt]

@ycxlcy

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[patron-a-bum]

PATRONUS ANALYSIS: 007. THE OCTOPUS

Those with an octopus patronus have many branches to them, as an octopus has eight legs. They tend to be virtuosos, having expertise in a little bit of every aspect of their lives. This means they can be social while enjoying time to themselves as well, and be creative and logical equally. They are those who often have an evenly matched right and left brain, and also tend to have very tight typologies. They have a beautiful uniqueness to them in the aspect that they can do whatever they please and are perfectly comfortable with it, and rarely have trouble getting far in life. The most common house for an octopus patronus is Ravenclaw, the most common signs are Gemini and Libra.

[kingsleysshacklebolt]

KINGSLEY SHACKLEBOLT: PATRONUS

[kingsleysshacklebolt]

“Do you promise not to bite me?” Kingsley chuckled, softly patting the side of a Hippogriff’s face. Most of his classes had finished for the day and he found himself out on the grounds, helping the Magical Creatures professor with tending to the, well, magical creatures. When he heard footsteps behind him, he glanced over his shoulder, careful not to rile the Hippogriff. “Oh--- are you here to help as well?” @jennxsullx

[kingsleysshacklebolt]

winuhfred:

“ that’s the one ! ”                                            she snapped her fingers at the mock realization,        a light laugh falling from her lips as she scrunched her nose.                        why had she been so nervous ?                                                   why was she still nervous ?                                      why were her palms sweaty ?        ew, gross !

subtly closing her left hand into a fist,                                   she leaned her chin on it,              trying desperately to hide what he probably wouldn’t have even noticed.                                                                 “ it’s nice to meet you too. ”

            “ so um … what are you working on ?    got a lot of papers here.  probably super busy                                  which is why i should really stop asking so many questions.                                             they just keep falling out.                                                                                   i’m sorry.    i’ll stop. ” 

kingsley was significantly more relaxed than just a few moments earlier,                                          now sitting back in his chair,       instead of hunched over his pile of papers.                        could he afford the stop to chat?                                                   probably. did he want to?                                       the answer to that question had never been so different.                            she was...interesting.

           “ no, it’s alright.”  his eyes flickered to his papers                            and he spotted MINISTRY: OFFICIAL on one of his envelopes.                he leaned forward,                            feigning a search through his papers and moving some over the envelope.                                                                                    “ it’s just notes for my muggle music class. ”

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Lucien Laviscount in Honeytrap.

[kingsleysshacklebolt]

winuhfred:

“ hardy har. ”                 she said with an awkward chuckle,                                            trying hard to come off as cool and casual,        but failing rather spectacularly. 

                             following his question,                                                   she froze momentarily,        inwardly cursing herself for having been so forward about knowing his name.                          she must’ve sounded like a stalker.                                                                         stupid, stupid winifred. 

                “ oh.        uhhh no.                                                   no we haven’t.    i just … i know you from class.                                y’know, potions and-and … ”         her mouth hung open as she froze,                     the girl soon shutting her eyes and letting her head fall.                                                                        “ the class with the magic, ” she joked. 

 “ right, right, 

              the one with the wands and funny words, isn’t it?”                                            he chuckled, feeling some weight lift off his chest      as long lasting stress momentarily faded with the laugh.

                            he sat back in his chair,                                                  watching her for a second,       taking in how pretty she was. how had he not noticed her before?                         maybe he wasn’t as observant 

                                             as he thought he was.                                                                     

               “ nice to meet you,    again.                                                   sorry we haven’t before this.”                                

[kingsleysshacklebolt]

winuhfred:

         sporting a wide smile,                        she took her seat         stumbling a bit before finding the right footing. 

                    “ i’m win … er … fred.                                    i’m fred. you’re kingsley, right ? ”

“nice to meet you, win-er-fred.”

he returned her smile with a small one of his own, moving aside the papers that sat in front of him and leaked into her seat’s table space. “nice to meet you, fred,” he said a bit more seriously, but not any less friendly. “that’s me, yes. kingsley shacklebolt. ...have we met before?”

[gotaturtle]

Lucien Laviscount at the premiere screening of Crackle’s “Snatch” by Alberto E. Rodriguez

[kingsleysshacklebolt]

winuhfred:

“ excuse me ?                                 hi … hello.           ‘SUP ? ”

          “ eh.    this seat taken ? ”

“no, go ahead.” 

[riotsnotdiets]

[kingsleysshacklebolt]

mvenetia:

venetia grinned, a sly, sharp answer to the redirection of his gaze. there was no need to call the boy out on it, but it was nice to have a private laugh now and then. she shifted her weight to hold the papers up, close to her eyes. “ hm. probably should’ve checked that first … but, nope. who wouldn’t sign their name on such lovely – is that ancient runes? “ venetia looked back at kingsley, lowering the notes as she did. 

“you could probably turn it in to the professor,” he responded, reaching up to adjust his own tie. in all honesty, he felt like he had better things to do than stand in a hall and talk to someone he barely knew. he had actually been on his way to dumbledore’s office to talk about possible internship programs with the ministry. part of him regretted stopping, but none of it showed on his face. “sorry i can’t be more help.”