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THE BADGER SQUAD
You might belong in Hufflepuff, Where they are just and loyal, Those patient Hufflepuffs are true, And unafraid of toil.
Independent blogs for : Susan Bones , Zacharias Smith , Hannah Abbot and Ernie Macmillan
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ernie macmillan stood up at the hufflepuff table and shouted , ❛ and what if we want to stay and fight ? ❜
——— independent highly selective private roleplay blog for ernie macmillan. est. 2014 revamped. 2018
zach & susan ( @gilaelin ) moodboard ( 1/? )
i LOOK at you and light does all through ME.
There is something he’s hiding, and if he thinks he can get away withlying to her, then… then he really doesn’t know her at all, does he? Pale green eyes are narrowed, sweeping carefully over his face as if she can read his secrets written there ; as good as she is, she is not yet that good. Unfortunately. So instead she huffs, lips twisting into a scowl. ❝ Well I’m busy now. ❞ Arms cross, and her expression falters as gaze flickers to a point over his shoulder. ❝ I’m supposed to be meeting up with Draco. Prefect things. ❞
Pansy takes a step towards the Hufflepuff, tilts her head, attempts to soften herself. He’s always liked her fire, her hard edges, but it is so much easier to extract truth when she lets him think she’s dropped some of her own defenses, too. ❝ He can wait ten minutes. But you’re hiding something from me and I want to know what it is. You can trust me, Zacharias. ❞
He wants to take a step back --- he should take a step back, if he wants to keep a grasp on his self-control. But he’s easily tempted at the way she says his name, the way she’s looking at him, their close proximity, and he leans forward to meet her. Before he can think about it, he’s dipping his head down to kiss her hungrily, once, twice. He almost forgets that she wants something.
❝ Do you have to do Prefect shit now ? ❞ he says, pulling away briefly. He’s keeping his face close without realising, not bothering to straighten back to his full height. A silhouette of the stooping curve of his neck reflects from the candlelight on the castle walls.
Angry, and half in love with you, and tremendously sorry, I turned away
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via thequotejournals)
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❝ Zacharias… ❞ Her protest is quiet and weak, so it’s no wonder that he continues on as if he expects her to follow. And follow she does, even against her better judgment. Worried gaze is tossed over her shoulder, green eyes scanning the corridor for any potential onlookers. None, for now, but how quickly might that change? ❝ Zacharias! ❞ she repeats, louder this time, more stern. Feet plant themselves, arms cross across her middle, and she glares at the boy.
❝ Are you going to explain to me what’s going on, Smith? Because I’m not taking another step until you do. ❞
Her voice is so soft for a second, nothing he’s used to, that he dismisses it quickly. His long legs always means that he automatically strides slower for anyone he walks with, although he makes a consciously walks even slower to accommodate for Pansy, no matter how quickly she keeps up or protests. When she stops, it takes him three more paces before he realises. He stares at her, startled.
❝ Pansy, ❞ he says, equally patronisingly. He can be an arsehole, too. Of course he can. ❝ I told you, nothing’s going on. I just can’t meet up with you later. I’m busy. ❞ He can’t give up the DA meetings. Susan’ll kill him, and he’s not --- he holds no love for Potter, but he wouldn’t betray him.
I HIT OVER 400 FOLLOWERS! to celebrate, here’s a shout out to some of the best peeps out there… (IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER)
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@doggedfather - you’ve been with me right from the start of me playing Lupin and you’re always such a pleasure to write with! You send the best memes, you’re always chatty and you have the best plots. I’m super glad that you made a Sirius and that you’re writing with me! <3
@minervashogwarts - one of my inspirations for coming back to Harry Potter! we’ve been writing since before I switched to Remus and it’s always such a pleasure to see you around on my dash.
@quietchascr - Georgie you’re one of the reasons why I hit over 400 followers - you gave me advice, hints and tips on how to click with the HP fandom on tumblr and you were completely right. I love writing with you and honestly, Alicia and Remus bonding over Wales is my favourite.
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ZACH GRIMACES , barely glancing at her at all , but he speaks anyway . it’s hard to balance the personality of someone who rarely enjoys the presence of people and someone who really likes talking shit . ❝ i don’t even know why we bother with actual quidditch matches or this shit any more , do you ? with the way dumbledore keeps playing favourites , you’d think he’d just drop the act and hand the cup over to gryffindor and all . ❞
❝ But that means that you’ll have to let me hold your hand or sit on your lap. ❞ She reminded him. To be the perfect cute girlfriend she would need to be affectionate and he would have to bear with that. Maybe now that she had warned him, he would have time to brace himself. Susan blushed as he mentioned Dean Thomas and managed to hold back a giggle. She still could not believe they would be attending his party. ❝ I don’t think anyone will flirt with me anyway. Let alone Dean. ❞ She shrugged. Zac would not have to worry about that. ❝ Do you want to coordinate outfits ? ❞
❝ Susan Bones, I hope you do know that I am the best friend – nay, best person – in your life. ❞ He said it so flatly that it hardly sounded like he was even kidding at all. His eyebrows raised in amusement at her blush, and he preceded it with a wrinkle of his nose. ❝ Why in God’s name would no one want to flirt with you ? Don’t be fucking ridiculous. ❞ And then realising it sounded somewhat like a compliment, and therefore nice, he quickly added, ❝ Fuck no. You’d have to wrestle me into matching clothes. ❞
‘ frequently i was finding myself sleepless ’ ( that au we talked about )
( open meme ; @quietchascr ALICIA. )
“Sounds like a YOU problem, doesn’t it?” floods out of his mouth first, an instinct more than anything. He’s defensive as a person; it’s what happens when you’re generally an unpleasant person with hardly any real desire to change such disagreeable habits. Around Alicia, he’s at his most prickly, a push-and-pull game that he refuses to let her win. SOULMATES, his fucking arse — if she doesn’t end up killing him, he’ll be genuinely surprised.
Of course, that was exactly what he thought the first time they had ended up on his mattress. There was murder in her eyes in the middle of their argument, he could swear it, and his own agitation had been itching at him, pushing each other further and further. Until — like a dam broken, like the ground had been robbed out from beneath him, they were kissing, and those were her hands — his hands —
A one-off, he thinks that they could have moved past. Awkward, sure. Overwhelmingly embarrassing, definitely. They could have gone back to verbal spars when they were in the mood, ignoring each other when the weren’t. It could have been FINE.
Spoiler: it had NOT been a one-off.
“You’re not the only one,” he admits after a beat, releasing a slow puff of air. “Spinnet, what the fuck are we doing? What the FUCK are we doing?”
‘ tell me you’re not miserable ’ from Susan
( open meme ; @gilaelin SUSAN. )
A silence. He’s unable to meet her eye, and he tries to pass it off to their height difference; not particularly a stretch in itself, his towering six foot one lanky and awkward in situations like this, but Susan knows him. She knows him.
He lets the uncomfortableness drag out longer, wanting to punch the tension between them, but being acutely aware that there is nothing he can do. His fingers are trembling, he realises. What he wants to say is to tell her that he’s sorry, just not in the way everyone wants him to be — he’s not sorry that he’s too afraid to return to the DA. That he’s letting other people take this fight, break the first years out of detentions that scar them, write revolutionary messages on these castle walls. He’s not sorry that the cowardice in him stops him from doing anything more rebellious than write an inch too short of his essay, these days. He wants to say that he’s sorry that it’s like this, that the smallest part of him that wants to be brave is so minute that it’s easy to stamp it out like a bug. He wants to say that he’s sorry that battle lines are being drawn and he doesn’t want to fucking choose. Sorry, Susan. You’re still my best friend.
Teeth gritted, he says, ❝ Everyone’s miserable these days. It’s certainly not going to make me any LESS miserable if I follow you into Longbottom’s suicide mission. ❞
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‘ tell me about the dream where we the pull bodies out of the lake ’ ‘ it’s more like a song on a policeman’s radio ’ ‘ tell me how all this , and love too , will ruin us ’ ‘ we’ll never get used to it ’ ‘ there are so many things i’m not allowed to tell you ’ ‘ we know where the sound is coming from ’ ‘ the world is no longer mysterious ’ ‘ it’s thinking of stabbing us to death and leaving our bodies in a dumpster ’ ‘ i like him and i want to be like him ’ ‘ someone once told me that explaining is an admission of failure ’ ‘ history repeats itself ’ ‘ i wanted to be wanted ’ ‘ frequently i was finding myself sleepless ’ ‘ i’d like my money’s worth ’ ‘ we can’t punch ourselves awake ’ ‘ sorry about the blood in your mouth ’ ‘ you wanted happiness , i can’t blame you for that ’ ‘ a mouth sounds idiotic when it blathers on about joy ’ ‘ tell me you’re not miserable ’ ‘ imagine being useless ’ ‘ there is no way to make this story interesting ’ ‘ i want to tell you this story without having to confess anything ’ ‘ he told me it wasn’t going to be okay ’ ‘ the minutes don’t stop ’ ‘ every morning another chapter ’ ‘ i wanted to give you something more ’ ‘ i’m sorry i came to your party and seduced you ’ ‘ you want a better story ’ ‘ i can already tell you think i’m the dragon ’ ‘ you still get to be the hero ’ ‘ i take the parts that i remember and stitch them back together ’ ‘ here is the part where everyone was happy all the time and we were all forgiven ’ ‘ the entire history of human desire takes about seventy minutes to tell ’ ‘ unfortunately we don’t have that kind of time ’ ‘ it isn’t over yet , it’s just begun ’ ‘ things happen every minute that have nothing to do with us ’ ‘ i wanted to fall down right there but i knew you wouldn’t catch me ’ ‘ you are a fever i am learning to live with ’ ‘ everything is happening at the wrong end of a very long tunnel ’ ‘ i just don’t want to die anymore ’ ‘ you want to die for love , you always have ’ ‘ let’s not talk about it , let’s just not talk ’ ‘ you say ‘ i’ll give you anything ’ but you never come through ’ ‘ i’m hungry and hollow and just want something to call my own ’ ‘ anything past the horizon is invisible , it can only be imagined ’ ‘ you keep singing along to that song i hate ’ ‘ this is the place where everything starts to begin ’ ‘ monsters are always hungry ’ ‘ none of us are going back ’
The entire universe rested at my mother’s feet. (hannah)
( open meme ; @pridcful HANNAH. )
“I’m sorry,” falls out of his mouth; the words taste bitter, taste unfamiliar. It’s the summer after their sixth year, and Zach hasn’t seen Hannah since she left the Hufflepuff Common Room with the news of her mother’s death burning holes everywhere like a decimating storm. Dumbledore’s death still felt as startling as it did a week ago, but Zach’s father had escorted him out of Hogwarts the morning of the funeral and they didn’t look back.
Rested. Past tense.
Apologising is hardly a common occurrence for him, and he thinks that’s why it sounds insincere. He tries again — “Hannah, I’m sorry about your mother.” And he hates hugging, hates touching, hates physical signs of affection, but the look in her eyes and the crack in her voice makes him want to reach out for her anyway. Hannah’s his friend, reluctant as he is to verbally say it, and he’s uncomfortable that that the part of him that is emotionally stunted represses his fingers twitching to comfort her, just a little.
JUST AS WELL if Zach had not spoken, Harry looks up when he does all the same. ( Luckily, Ron had been out of earshot tucked in Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes ). Harry could feel the now-constant presence of his exhaustion threaten to swollen him as he exited the shop, looking to make a quick exit to the Ministry ( or, better yet, home. ) Still, Zach’s words are cause for pause. “ What? ” Confusion trickles over, furrowing his scarred brow. “ I didn’t win it ––– but, uh. Thank you? ”
IT IS BECOMING increasingly harder for Zach not to roll his eyes. In the back of his mind, in a place where morality was more clear-cut, he knows he shouldn’t really be throwing around his attitude about this so freely ––– in almost all senses at this moment in time, Harry Potter has the upper hand. He’s the one that was brave and fought and … blah blah blah. He settles for scoffing instead. “ Of course you fucking won ; I, along with the Wizarding world are grateful you defeated You-Know-Who for us. ” It feels like it physically hurts him to say it, but he says it nonetheless.
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❛ milk & honey ❜ redux | part two
Rupi Kaur (born 5 October 1992) is a Canadian poet, writer, illustrator and performer. She published a book of poetry and prose entitled milk and honeyin 2015. The book deals with themes of violence, abuse, love, loss, and femininity. milk and honey has sold over a million copies, reaching #1 and spending over a year on the New York Times bestsellers list. (source)
There is another Milk & Honey sentence meme going around in the rpc, but I decided to break out my copy and give it a shot. This will be split up into three or four (or more?) parts just like the book.
Feel free to rephrase and change pronouns/words to fit your muse/the situation.
The Loving
The closest thing to God on this earth is a woman’s body.
The entire universe rested at my mother’s feet.
No, it won’t be love at first sight when we meet. It’ll be love at first remembrance.
Every revolution starts and ends with your lips.
What am I to you?
You are every hope I’ve ever had in human form.
My favorite thing about you is your smell.
I know I should crumble for better reasons.
But have you seen the boy? He brings the sun to its knees every night.
You are the faint line between faith and blindly waiting.
Nothing is safer than the sound of you reading out loud to me.
I am learning how to love him by loving myself.
I am sorry I am not an easy person to want.
Who said I wanted easy? I don’t crave easy. I crave goddamn difficult.
I am ready for you. I have always been ready for you.
I do not want to have you to fill the empty parts of me.
I want to be full on my own. I want to be so complete I could light a whole city and then I want to have you.
The truth is you make my tongue so weak it forgets what language to speak in.
What drives you crazy? What keeps you up at night?
So that’s what you do. You command attention.
You might not have been my first love, but you were the love that made all the other loves irrelevant.
You’ve touched me without even touching me.
How do you turn a forest fire like me so soft I turn into running water?
You look like you smell of honey and no pain.
Let me have a taste of that.
You look like you smell of honey and no pain. Let me have a taste of that.
You talk too much.
I can think of better ways to use that mouth.
You talk too much. I can think of better ways to use that mouth.
It’s your voice that undresses me.
On days like this I need you to run your fingers through my hair and speak softly.
I want your hands to hold—not my hands. Your kiss to kiss—not my lips. But other places.
I need someone who knows how to struggle as well as I do. Someone willing to hold my feet in their lap on days it is too difficult to stand.
Make those pretty little fingers dance for me.
We’re like fingers on thorns, honey. We know exactly where it hurts.
So I called work and they said you’d already left a couple of hours ago. Where were you for those couple hours?
I know. I know your excuses make all the sense in the world.
I love you so much. I’m sorry I thought you were lying.
Kiss me like I’m the center point of gravity.
