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tiannabulstrode:

“Well now I’m even more confused! Because we use it in regards to health but why would we do that if it has no relevance to general health? And I still don’t understand what fiddles have to do with anything!”

“I don’t have the answer to that, I’m afraid. You’ll have to find someone better educated in the English language.”

#(( ⏤ ◇ ✕ | tianna. ))

abbott-ash:

After witnessing a pair of younger students trading a few school assignments for a handful of coins, Asher scoffed and shook his head. Under his breath, he mumbled, “the poor bloke could’ve gotten a much better deal for that SORRY excuse for an essay.”

Lucas looked up, following the Ravenclaw’s gaze to the transaction. He sighed, standing up and pacing over to tell them off -- and when he got back to the table, he was shaking his head. “That was your first thought?”

#(( ⏤ ◇ ✕ | asher. ))#yikes this is bad

jvliian:

“Ugh,” Julian grimaced as he set down the glass of orange juice he just had taken a sip of – the usual balance of sweet and sour was cut with an incredible BITTERNESS. “Not sure if we’ve just got bad juice today, or someone thought it would be funny to spike it.”

The Head Boy grimaced after his first sip, placing the cup away from himself. “I’m hoping it’s not the second one.” Lucas muttered, eyeing the drink suspiciously. “Maybe some spell gone wrong? Either way, I’d stop drinking it.”

#(( ⏤ ◇ ✕ | julian. ))#ROOMIES #BESTIES #pLEASE #also thank for the opportunity to use this gif

samanthaisms:

“Well fuck.”

“They’re not ALL bad.”

#(( ⏤ ◇ ✕ | samantha. ))

ooc.

okay! this was a hard decision, but i’ve decided to change lucas’ faceclaim. as much as i ADORE gregg sulkin, i think he looks too old and buff lmao, and he has too few resources for my taste.

that being said, i’m not quite sure what to change it to.

any suggestions would be very welcome! in the meantime i’m keeping gregg, but i will change it soon!

- scar

#(( ⏤ ◇ ✕ | out of charisma || ooc. ))

sigmvnds:

“oi — you want t’ quit blockin’ the stairwell? some o’ us are in a bit'uva rush here.”

Lucas narrowed his eyes, just now noticing the group of apparent third years loitering on the stairs, and pushed through the crowd of VERY impatient students to tell them off -- at which point they’d already fled. “At least they’re gone.”

#(( ⏤ ◇ ✕ | sigmund. ))#eyyyyy #these two seem like opposites so it should be fun

tiannabulstrode:

“Do you ever wonder where those cliche sayings we all say come from? Like fit as a fiddle. What makes a fiddle so fit? Can a fiddle even be fit? Why am I comparing myself to a fiddle in regards to my health? Does any of this even make sense?”

“I believe ‘fit’ used to be used for... Suitable? I think. So in this particular case it has no relevance to exercise or general health.”

#(( ⏤ ◇ ✕ | tianna. ))

samanthaisms:

“So is wiping out the entire first year class really out of the realm of possibility?”

“I’m afraid NOT.”

#(( ⏤ ◇ ✕ | samantha. ))

jaaybirrd:

jay groaned at the sound of the head boy’s voice. ever since he’d taken on the role of the holier than thou prefect, his appreciation of the hufflepuff had…disintegrated. “aw, man. look, it was an accident. i’m just trying to finish my assignment.”

Although it didn’t seem like an accident, Lucas decided to let it go. “It’s fine, I believe you. Just glad no one was hurt.”

#(( ⏤ ◇ ✕ | jay. ))#ugh idek what im doing w lucas anymore #i love him #but im so bad at playing him #because im his polar opposite lmao

clarabaes:

“and what of your brain?” claramae asked the head prefect, sitting across from him. “mind if i pick at it?”

He chuckled slightly, closing the book currently on his desk and sitting back. “Didn’t realize how tired I was ‘til now.”

#(( ⏤ ◇ ✕ | claramae. ))

jaaybirrd:

a loud explosion resonated throughout the courtyard. the guilty culprit, wand in hand, stood in the middle of the landscape; an incinerated pile of soot was the only giveaway that something had once been there before. that, and jay’s messed up hair and black dusted cheeks. “….well, shit.”

The Head Boy, had coincidentally already been in the courtyard, giving a warning to a young Ravenclaw for skipping classes. At the sound of the explosion he jumped, turning to find the boy in the midst of it. “What on Earth happened here?”

#okay grandpa lucas #jfc #(( ⏤ ◇ ✕ | jay. ))#sorry idk what this is

clarabaes:

“hello– is this seat taken?”

Lucas jolted, his eyes bursting open from his sleepy daze as he glanced around the library towards the direction of the voice. “Hm? Uh, no -- no, it’s free.”

#(( ⏤ ◇ ✕ | clara. ))#they've never interacted b4 #tragic

hello! hi! sorry for being absent for so long! i had exams, then i was at my sister’s for the weekend, and then my friend needed help moving apartments, and on and on, but i’m here now! no plans of going away anytime soon. i’m gonna work my way through all my accounts, starting with lucas!

glad to be back!

-scar xx

#(( ⏤ ◇ ✕ | out of charisma || ooc. ))#wow its been a while

fabisms:

Fabes glanced quickly into Quality Quidditch Supplies, eyeing the supplies in the display of the window, before snapping out of her daydreams and realizing that she still had to buy several more gifts for her family. Turning around quickly, the growing selection of bags on her arm WHACKED a passer-by. “I’m so sorry,” she stumbled, before recognizing the face of her victim. “Hey – you also doing some Christmas shopping?”

Lucas had spotted the back of Fabienne’s head outside of the Quidditch store, the one he was about to enter, and decided to go up and say hello. He chuckled, stepping back to give her and the bags some space. “It’s alright -- don’t worry. Indeed, I am.”

#(( ⏤ ◇ ✕ | fabienne. ))#eyyyyy