DORIAN SHACKLEBOLT.
“How long does it take to sweep a fucking castle—–we have magic! Let me out, now.”
“Dorian, what’s wrong??”

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@melodyshacklebolt
DORIAN SHACKLEBOLT.
“How long does it take to sweep a fucking castle—–we have magic! Let me out, now.”
“Dorian, what’s wrong??”
MICHAEL MACMILLAN.
“You’re right. This – this is crazy, Mel.” Michael said, running a hand through his hair. His doe brown eyes avoided looking at the boy tied to the chair, as if that would make the situation disappear. “Um, what do you expect us to do? We can’t kill him. And there’s no way to make him forget – unless you’re planning on wiping his memory, which could go horribly wrong, considering neither of us have ever even cast the spell before.” He sighed, trying to think of a plan that could possibly get them out of this. “We should really find a professor. Longbottom, maybe. He’d help.”
“We won’t kill him, Michael, I promise,” Michael was right, they should’ve really found a professor, someone they trusted but the waters between good & bad were so murky now a days, who could they really trust, when it came down to it?? When her father told stories of the great Auror Alastor Moody, Melody was ALWAYS in awe but she also identified with a certain trait of his -- p a r a n o i a. “No, no, no, no, we can’t drag them into this. We can’t. We -- we need to wipe his memory. Or, maybe, modify them?? I know we haven’t but what choice have we got??”
JACQUELINE CARROW.
“Melody.” Jacqueline waved her off with cheeks pink from embarrassment. “I don’t want to jump to anything!”
“Mhmmmmm,” Melody singsonged as they walked back from their Heads & Prefects meeting, “Dory’s told me EVERYTHING that goes on between you two, you can’t lie to me.”
( FUTURE AUROR ) PARTNER IN CRIME & ASS-KICKING.
“ODDLY ENOUGH, when you’ve known someone for six years, you sort of start to learn their habits and remember the places they run off to when they need a break from it all. You okay??“
“You got me there, Melody almost laughed, but only a ghost of a smile appeared on her face. She knew she couldn’t lie to Elena, hell, she couldn’t even really fake around her either -- it was as useless trying as it was with Dorian. “I did something so STUPID, Elena. I took something into my owns hands when I shouldn’t have.”
ROXANNE WEASLEY.
“I don’t CARE what you say; Beyonce was a gift to the god-damn world, nothing you can say will change what I think.”
“Listen to the woman, she knows what the hell she’s talking about,” Melody took a sip of her drink, “I hate the stupidity of ignorant white people and i g n o r a n t white men -- the COMBINATION is just disastrous.”
RYDER BELLAMY.
“I told you we wouldn’t run out of spirits!” Ryder was so immersed in the discussion and the firewhisky that he never really saw whoever was behind him until it was too late. A second later, he was surely trying to help them up almost as avidly as he tried to refill his cup. It was a party, for Merlin’s sake, his prioritizing talents weren’t at their best. “I promise you I’m sorry, even if it doesn’t look like I am.” He said, the mean-no-good smile on his lips explaining just what he was talking about.
“You’re lucky that shit eating grin is cute, Ryder,” Melody pointed at him as she got up, not all that bothered that she’d fallen down. The party was fun, EVERYONE seemed to be having fun and she was no exception. A few drinks here and there -- a fall didn’t phase her in the slightest. “But we definitely won’t run out of alcohol, Dory did a good job on that front.”
I want to make love, but my hair smells of war and running and running.
Warsan Shire, from “Conversations about Home (at the Deportation Center),” Our Men Do Not Belong to Us (via lifeinpoetry)
DOMINIQUE WEASLEY.
Not only was she now sticky, a dark red stain bloomed down the front of her shirt from an overly excited eleven year old with butter fingers. Dominqiue couldn’t bring herself to be angry, especially with homesickness into a more melancholic mood. “Does it look as bad as I think it does?” She asked, hopelessly ( and half-heartedly ) scrubbing at her shirt with a towel that was turning red itself.
Melody sighed, examining Dominique, trying to figure out if something was actually wrong or if it had just been the d i s a s t r o u s run in with the kid who had stained her shirt. Upon seeing her make a poor attempt at scrubbing her shirt, Melody walked up behind Dominique with a sympathetic look on her face, “it REALLY doesn’t look as bad as you think it does. I can fix it, if you’d like. But you seem upset and I’m here to listen if you need me to, Dom. NO JUDGEMENT.”
❝How did you find me here?❞ @elenalngbottom
VALERIA CARROW.
“Um, let’s see. Your hair, your outfit, your personality, for starters. Do you really want a list? Because we’ll be here all night.”
“And you think you’re a model for a stunningly attractive personality now, do you??” Melody scoffed, crossing her arms, “fucking hell, Val, go find SOMETHING productive to do with your time.”
TEDDY LUPIN.
❝ who wants to ditch the rest of classes with me? ❞
“Don’t you think you’re setting a bad example by OFFERING to skip classes?? You are Head Boy, you know. It’s a privilege, not just a fancy title.”
MARLEY HUNT.
@melodyshacklebolt
❝ i like how your mind works. ❞
“Why, thank you!! I do as well, it’s about time other people APPRECIATED it, Hunt.”
DORIAN SHACKLEBOLT.
“Astronomy Tower—-yes, Melly with the bright ideas, I love it! We’ve gotta put some wards up or something, can’t have any of the revelers falling off…” Dorian mused, “And we’ll have to find time to go to Hogsmeade and get some refreshments,” He had his own stash but it wasn’t nearly enough, and he wasn’t willing to entirely deplete it for the party, “And we have to get the word out—party planning’s a lot of work, Hogwarts oughta pay us.”
“Good idea too, Dory, because if we had people fall off that’d be -- well -- yeah, let’s not make it an option,” Melody even went as far as to get out her notebook now, writing down some of what they had said, “I can probably swing it or get Rose to. I can ask James too, or Lily. We’ll need to get to Hogsmeade quick and I’m sure they’ll be the ones to know how.” Nodding, she started to think of how to advertise it in such a short time span, discreetly of course,”I’m sure if we told some of the RIGHT people they’d be easily able to get the word out, yeah?? Alex would be good, Victoire, check with Teddy but I’m not sure about him, hmm, who else ... Marissa, Marissa McLaggen, that girl’s cool,” she laughed, “we’re doing a good deed here, really. People need to relax, you’re right, and this is a way the student body does, so, think of it as paying it forward??”
MICHAEL MACMILLAN.
❝Um, why is that guy tied to a chair?❞ @melodyshacklebolt
“Michael, I know, I know I’m going to sound crazy but I have reason to believe that they’re, you know, with, You-Know-Who,” Melody whispered quickly to Michael, “and after I sort of egged him on, I had to hex him and knock him out, in self defense, I promise, and -- yeah. I just, I do REALIZE now I’m in over my head but I don’t know if we can just run away from the situation. I need your help.”
DORIAN SHACKLEBOLT.
“Y’know, I still think the game is rigged because damn, Melly, you deserved it, but if it means Shacklebolt squared gets to entertain the masses all year I’ll take it. Besides, as Minister Bagnold once said, we gotta assert our inalienable right to party! I’m thinking Room of Requirement? Or should we make it a bit more exclusive and throw it near Gryffindor tower?”
“Rigged or not, which it is definitely, it is what it is -- sadly. Thank you though, Dory, we’ll just have to throw the best bloody party Hogwarts has seen in centuries. Shacklebolt Squared back in business is a DEFINITE happening,” Melody smiled, because even though she was disappointed, she knew she couldn’t spend her whole year disappointed. She also knew there were bigger problems in the world, bigger things to be upset about. “Bagnold was such a wise woman, but hmm. MAYBE if we used a ton of silencing charms we could get away with it being at the Astronomy Tower??”
❝So, you wanna jump right to the K I S S I N G, then, eh?❞ @jacquelinecarrow