we live in the void of metamorphoses

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🙌

Leona’s first serious girlfriend was a girl called Adeline, she was a nurse in St. Mungo’s when she started her Auror training. She was introduced to Leona’s family shortly before the fire and tried to be there for Leona after, but they broke up through Howlers a few months after that. (After a few failed attempts where Leona didn’t really check her mail.) She stayed in Britain, and they continued to have awkward run-ins for a few months. Then, she started boarding Leona’s train every day for work. They’d make brief eye-contact. Her new family started waiting for her at the station at some point. And one day, she didn’t board, but when Leona reached her destination, they were there waiting for Adeline. 

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you don't own a hair brush

Nope.

[alannasroleplaymemes-moved]

Send a 🙌 and I’ll introduce you to an NPC related to my Muse.

This means any minor ‘background character’ in my Muse’s life, such as a relative, coworker, friend, rival, etc. that they interact with in their personal canon. 

[leonapodmore]

@nottsofiya @mirekhausted

[oldmemesandhelpandthings-gone]

Send Me Your Assumptions About My Muse

and I’ll respond with “Correct”, “Nope”, or “Kinda”.

[valentinanottt]

@zephyrbcll @trisxrojas @casruncorn @patrickfinnegans

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@nottsofiya @mirekhausted

[valentinanottt]

If asked if she was avoiding the other end of the fair where she knew very well that her sister was standing around and giving out fliers, the answer was yes. She wasn’t entirely sure what Sofiya was doing, but if she managed to weird enough people out that they would go home and there wasn’t need for the current level of security, she might actually apologize for thinking that Sofiya was being embarrassing. Only mentally, of course, but she would buy Sofiya some new candles, or maybe even a nice mirror.

Really, this had to be the most unpleasant assignment she’d had since Hogwarts. There were so many people around, so many shrill children, it was a lot to take in and there were so many ways that the death eaters (or any other group wanting to make a statement) could throw the entire thing into chaos. People were classified in terms of how dangerous they looked and if they seemed to be doing anything shady, so of course that meant Valentina missed the person she should have actually been watching.

At the sound of her voice, Valentina turned and yes, she recognized the woman and managed to place just where she knew her from, but that didn’t stop Valentina from asking in blatant disbelief, “Did you just call me duckling?” @leonapodmore​

[leonapodmore]

After eating her way through the fair, Leona started wondering if the real trap was in the food. What if this was a lotus-eater situation, where they all willingly stayed at the fair forever? Then she saw a toddler throw up and was relieved to find out that food wasn’t the threat. Unless you were a toddler with a sensitive tummy. Still, she was grossed out enough to go to the boring side, where she bumped duck-lady.

Duckling seemed like a good enough nickname at the time of her greeting, but it wasn’t too well received. “Well, it seemed fitting at the time.” The woman would probably be her height, if she weren’t wearing please-don’t-step-on-me-shoes. They would probably slow her down enough for Leona to flee, if Duckling’s murder eyes turned into murder hands. 

“But you didn’t really answer my question. What brings you here? No offense, but you don’t seem too excited.”

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the-last-moody​:

Moody’s mouth crooked up slightly at the attempt at a joke the other made, but otherwise his face remained as neutral as it could. “I’m not one for pep talks on the best of days so you may want to save it for others.” 

He said it generously or at least with the intention to not make the other feel poorly. After all, she was trying to help in an impossible situation. However instead of focusing on that he raised his eyebrow. 

“I’m not particularly prone to angst, Leona. I just would rather people not take my words out of context, and although I doubt you would I’m sure that anyone overhearing would love to sell my statements. Apparently my record no longer speaks for me  What would you like to discuss then?” 

“Alright, just pretend you felt supported by a bunch of baseless but hopeful claims, and that I reassured you on your inner strength or whatever pep talks do.” She said, satisfied with what she guessed was a rare Moody grin.

“Your record still speaks to people that listen to reason, they’re few, but they’re enough that you’re not looking for a job right now.” She didn’t know if, or when, this would blow over, so she decided not to comment on it. But if Moody had no one loyal to him on the inside, he would have even more problems than he already did. 

Moody was right, with all eyes on him, more serious topics would have to be discussed elsewhere. “I don’t know, if there’s ears on the walls the safest topic might be the Cogg and Bell sale, it got canceled because of the riots.”

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♛ Patrick

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patrickfinnegans​:

“Do you really think people can’t keep track of the moon?” Patrick asked, looking at her in disbelief. “Mosquitos don’t like garlic and you can mix beer, epsom salts, and mouthwash to make a mosquito spray. And worms help your plants. You’re not related to farmers, are you?” There was a lot that Patrick had to say about Leona’s opinion on nature and gardens, but really, he got the feeling that he shouldn’t.

“Probably because people like exposing others and sharing the torture. I used to do that with candles and Hil-” His voice caught and Patrick blinked rapidly as he looked forward against, staring at the rail tracks while clearing his throat. “It’s just a case of misery loves company, right?” Patrick said instead, although there was a different note to his voice.

A year ago, he would have easily been able to give his story, would have been able to talk about how Hilda loved candles and he would smell them with her, how every overly pungent, unpleasant candle went shoved in front of her face just so he could laugh at the way she scrunched up her nose. It was fine, she always got him back in the end, usually with Bertie Botts by slipping him the gross ones. Patrick’s favorite form of revenge after that had been to kiss her.

“Of course they can, all farmers and werewolves do, but it’s not something I’m interested in. Also, why waste beer on my legs, you think I could remain sane while wasting beer to make bug spray?” Leona laughed at the accusation. “I come from farmers, I lived on a farm all my life. I had worm friends and stuff. It’s just not my thing.” Really, she loved the farm, even if she didn’t like the farm work, but if she was involved with the Order, it was probably safer if she kept her distance, two fires in the span of a decade would probably kill the soil.  If she lived to see the end of the war, she would move back home, it wasn’t near enough to apparate, but she could probably work up her resistance.

Hilda had done quite a number on Patrick, she’d make sure to jinx her in the face next time they crossed paths. Maybe more, depending on how likely stealing Seamus without getting Patrick in Azkaban was when she saw her. “Probably.” Leona said, physically stopping herself from giving Patrick a pat on the back (when had she become her father). She had a feeling that she wouldn’t be leaving without giving Patrick a genuine hug. Or worse, a pep talk. What one does for friends. “Is it true that muggles have candies that explode in your tongue? The guys at the station were arguing about it.”

[edith-clearwater]

Edith rushed to their designated meeting spot, eager for another training session with Leona. Since she had joined the Order right out of Hogwarts, Edith didn’t have much real world experience with the war except for the occasional run in with death eaters. She was running late that morning on account of not wanting to get out of bed, though she couldn’t use that excuse every time and get away with it. Eventually Edith would have to come up with something better. 

Out of breath and nearly out of time, Edith managed to make it exactly on the dot of their agreed meeting time. Hunched over, clutching her stomach, she took some deep breaths before straightening up to see a rather perplexed Leona. “Sorry I’m late… But I’m ready to put in the work.”

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[leonapodmore]

Leona firmly believed people couldn’t change, until her work at the train station turned her into a punctuality freak. Constantly checking her pocket watch and keeping an agenda seemed like things Leona wouldn’t be a fan of, but the years had made it easier. But though it wasn’t a huge effort anymore, she’d grown so used to planning her every minute that she was an enemy of waiting. Especially when the order was concerned, mostly because of how its members were obvious targets. But just when she was about to let her dreadful thoughts seem reasonable, Edith showed up. 

“Good.” Leona said a bit dryly, before going on her poorly-practiced lecture. “Sorry- cigarette voice. Anyway, I was thinking today we’ll try something new. You have to beat me in a duel without using DADA spells. Charms and transfiguration could do the trick, and generally, counter-spells are less generic than defense spells. You remember Halloween? We never know when something like that might happen and stuff. So… uh-  ready?” 

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patrickfinnegans‌:

“Gardening isn’t that bad when you have magic to help with it, either.” Patrick pointed out, thinking wistfully of his mother and how he’d kneel in the dirt and help with her garden when he was younger, rich soil caught beneath his fingernails and darkening the knees of his pants. She’s always been so peaceful then and she talked about how it was giving to the land and the land giving back, she made it sound magical to him, so was it any surprise that Patrick got an official notice from the Ministry for the use of underage magic the year his mother’s garden didn’t do so well?

She made it sound magical to begin with, he didn’t think it should count. It did, unfortunately, but there was nothing to stop him from making things better for her after Patrick graduated.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just being… I don’t know, fucking maudlin or something.” Patrick explained, waving a hand through the air before slouching back. “Being too nostalgic lately, but gotta admit, Bertie Botts haven’t crossed my mind in a while. Rubber boots sound worse than earwax, how do they keep coming up with these things? Who do they pay to taste them?”

“There’s no magical cure for the sun. Or for keeping track of the lunar calendar. Also, bug bites. And ants. And worms. The weather is such a big deal, too. It’s less “settle on to a routine” and more “fix whatever today’s problem is”, trains are less surprising I guess.” Connecting with nature was nice, depending on nature wasn’t as nice- she’d enjoyed her time on the farm, though, and visited whenever she could. 

“Eh, well, I think that’s normal, Hogsmeade does that to your brain.” Especially if you spent the day surrounded by people sadder than you, which was probably Patrick’s case. But, as fun as having him arround in the train would be, it would probably be ten times as depressing to him. He’d probably end up apologizing for breathing. 

“Bertie Botts consistently haunt me, they’re nightmare material.” In all fairness, she wasn’t at the bottom of the foodchain, Silas had probably tried rubber boot much more often than she had, but she was always a picky eater. “Whoever they pay, they should love themselves a little. Also, who had the idea of including awful flavors, and why does it work?”

[the-last-moody]

When he was little Alastor Moody often wondered who he was, at the end of the day. He knew what a Moody was, and the legacy that held. He knew what was expected of him, and he knew the pain that was written into his bones like an ending that was there from the beginning. The last refrain of a song, before the rest of it was sung. 

It was something that had he’d fought against. He wasn’t going to die young. He would survive, and now he wondered if that was the wrong thing to fixate on. That the night of him screaming at the floor of the Hufflepuff common room and the promise he’d made then was short-sighted. Maybe he’d written himself a new tragedy without meaning too.

“I am not at liberty to talk about the trial,”Alastor said face as serious and as calm as ever. Even in the face of nightmares, he couldn’t muster the look of fear in front of most. 

“If all you want to talk about is the trial, I will have to ask you to go,” he said softly not wanting to relive the moment again. He hadn’t had a bogart for awhile, not after he accepted life and death as nothing to fear. However, the look of Alexander - he wasn’t sure he’d be able to not see that.

[leonapodmore]

While she didn’t consider herself close to the Moody-Church couple, the trail had been horrifying to watch. Vicious media, a horrible riot, and the loss of credibility of one of the few insiders they had, on top of that. It was worrying, and had undoubtedly weakened the Order in ways that would take a while to repair. 

“Actually, I don’t have any advice for you whatsoever regarding the trail, so it would probably be pointless. Unless my humiliating excuse of a pep talk works for you.” Leona said. She’d known Moody a long time, having been an auror for a (short) while before joining the order. But she’d never taken the role of a confidant before, and she wasn’t really about to change that now. 

“I’m just saying you could if you wanted to, we’ve known each other long enough that it would be rude not to offer.” Not that Leona was known for being polite.  “But it’s not like we don’t have other migraine-inducing topics to discuss, if you’d rather angst about other things.” For instance, she’d been meaning to ask how the search for the Horrocruxes was going, but with the trail active there never seemed to be a good moment to talk. 

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valentinanottt‌:

“Yes.” Valentina admittedly flatly because while some people would deny their guilt even when the evidence was being presented in court, there were some that were so desperate to fix things that they would run to the nearest person for help. Accidents happened, people did different things in their panic, and Valentina rolled her eyes before pointing her wand at the hunk of rock. The hardening spell was third year transfiguration and one wordless spell later, the woman with the wild hair was left with a duck making an unbearably angry noise. “Silencio.” And just like that, the noise cut off even though it was obvious the creature was still raising quite the racket.

The helpful woman’s belief was harmless, since she was still willing to be helpful. That didn’t stop it from being annoying, but there was no point in burning that bridge before the duck was free. The second it started shaking, though, Leona was prepared to throw it into the lake. The duck, became very upset at his savior when she silenced it, though. Leona abruptly let it go, and were the other woman not there, she would’ve jumped on the bench to get as far away from the duck’s beak as possible. “I don’t think she likes us much.”

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rowanmontague‌:

“Assholes for sure. I’ll set MacGonagall on them if you can point them out; I’m fresh enough out of school I’d probably know their faces.” Rowan had never hung out much with anyone, let alone the younger students, but he figured he could at least guess the right direction. “I do a lot of it at work, just usually not with live animals.”

He took a good look at the stone duck, sizing it up for a second. Once he was sure he’d got it, he raised his wand and cast the charm.

When the mother quacked again, Leona felt an immense sense of calm wash over her, which allowed her to focus on her rage. She wasn’t one to trust administrative punishment, but as a former Gryffindor, the thought of McGonagall was always a nice one. “I can probably point them out, they were a strange little group.”

She turned to the little reuniting family and allowed herself to smile at them. “What do you do?” He seemed pretty self-righteous, and he had a good relationship with Hogwarts teachers, too. If he wasn’t recruited by the order already, he would be soon for sure. 

[patrickfinnegans]

“No offense, but I can’t figure out how you can stand working on a train,” Patrick said with a sigh as he took his flash out of the inside pocket of his jacket, took a sip, then held it out in Leona’s direction. 

He wasn’t really being fair to her. There wasn’t anything wrong with a job that involved trains or anything like that, he was just touchy about it considering the time his dad spent working on the tracks and he held an odd mix of respect for people that did that work and disdain for the idea of doing it himself. It symbolized something to him that Patrick didn’t always care for, no reason to take that out on Leona.

“I’m being an asshole tonight,” He drawled, letting his head lull to one side so he could look at Leona’s face better. “I’m sorry about that. Give me something better to complain about, won’t you? What bad news have you heard lately?” @leonapodmore​

[leonapodmore]

“None taken, I don’t get your job, either. ” While she had bartended for a while, she couldn’t picture herself dealing with so many humans. Drunk humans, flirty humans angry humans, all night long, forever. “It’s not that bad for wizards, my wand does most of the heavy lifting. And it’s better than farming, so I’m not one to complain.”

“You okay, man?” She said, a little concerned. He hadn’t even been really rude, at least not by her standards. Was this a divorce-grief thing? She really hoped it wasn’t, since she only knew one way to comfort people, and it was usually making fun of the person they were upset at, but Patrick surely wouldn’t appreciate her making fun of a baby and a mother. 

She thought long and hard of something bad that wasn’t also depressing. “I heard from a guy at the station that Bertie Bott’s is adding thirty new gross flavors, including the comeback of all-time least-favorite rubber boots.”

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Leona and Valentina - Sorority AU

“For the last time, I swear I don’t have your heels, Nott.”

“It doesn’t matter what you swear, I have a warrant.”

“Campus security? Seriously? Have you even asked your sister?”

@valentinanottt

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rowanmontague‌:

“Oh, that’s fucking rude.” Rowan scowled at the stone duck, conjuring up some birdseed to hopefully keep the smaller ducks occupied while they worked this out. He got it, random transfiguration was rather amusing to kids and all, but living things was a bit of a line too far. He’d always hated having to transfigure mice in class, let alone outside of it. “Did you see who did it? Kids are one thing, but I don’t wanna magic my way into some Voldy-bro’s trap on a goddamn Sunday.”

“Fucking rude indeed.” The birdseed was a nice touch, and while she’d usually be untrusting of people trying to help her, a big softie inside her decided the kid was cool. His Voldy-bro comment only giving him extra points. “Some asshole kids. Might’ve been Voldy-bro offspring, they weren’t wearing uniforms. You know how to turn her back?”