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messr-black:

“Why are parents so insistent on crushing our dreams?” Sirius replied jokingly with a shake of his head and a suffering sigh. Though it was actually rather accurate when it came to his family, he only meant it in a teasing fashion. “He clearly just isn’t a very good flirt,” he said with a shrug, looking up at the moon above them. “Yeah, I know him. He’s probably given me more detentions than any other prefect,”

“I think it’s because they look at us and realize how incredibly good looking we all are and a part of them is jealous. It’s sick but that’s probably it, I mean look at the two of us.” Motioning between himself and Sirius with his free hand, Mundungus brought the joint back up to his lips and took a rather large inhale. “We’re beautiful really.” He stated before looking back out towards the lake. “Yeah, that sounds like Kingsley. You know the poor bloke spends so much time with his books but they make him happy and that’s all that matters right? Well that and his girlfriend but you know same thing, kind of? Maybe?” Glancing over towards Sirius momentarily, he shrugged a little almost as if he were waiting for the other to tell him which it was. “Maybe.”

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jeremyscamander:

“Yeah that’s great for you.” He sighed and nodded. Jeremy wasn’t expecting the other to start walking so quickly but kept pace anything to make the thoughts go away. “I’ve- I’ve not no. That’s fine you can take it. We mean today right?”

“Yeah, of course I mean today. What other day would you want it on, Saturday?” Mundungus joked as he turned around to look at the other for a moment before continuing to lead him further into the school.

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quidditchem:

“Yeah. I’m the captain and beater of the Slytherin team. Do you play Quidditch?”

“Oh, that’s pretty cool. So do like decide who gets what at the celebration parties too or is that some other committee? Personally, I like to stay on the ground and let you all fly around in the air.”

#quidditchem #r

thecaradocisin:

“My emotions are okay! I feel totally normal, like I could take on the world,” he said, feeling rather ridiculous the moment the words left his mouth. He felt as if he could take on a maximum of one minor complication without completely breaking down, and that was only because today was a relatively good day. “Well, I dunno, maybe not, like, normal normal, but close enough. It’s probably just exam stress, right? I used to be okay at this.”

“No, no, it’s my pleasure to turn Hiccup over to your loving dictatorship! As long as I get visitation every other weekend or so, it’s entirely alright,” he said, then leaned in, as if to suggest they were in on some big secret together. “No worries, Mundungington, your secret’s safe here. I’ll not tell a soul, not even my closest confidants. Confidence, though, yes! I’m confident, one hundred percent. Just like quidditch.” Quidditch, which he didn’t have to think about, which allowed his mind to turn off and his muscles to do all the work. Transfiguration was another story entirely - one tiny mistake lead to another, which lead to him doubting himself, which lead to another mistake.

“Right, she does. That hair! It’s charming though, isn’t it? Sort of endearing?” he said, smiling fondly. “Not to say that you aren’t too, in your own perfect way. I’m glad to hear that! I’m sure the muggles would love to hear about our romance, but as you say, it’s too good to be true. Perhaps in another life.”

Furrowing his eyebrows together, Mundungus simply looked at Caradoc as he listened to him. While he recognized that they were friends, he knew that some things weren’t meant to be pressed into yet self-restraint had left him that night. “Are you sure about that?” Mundungus question as he turned back to the page he had been on before and found the brief mentioning that had warranted its appearance in the index of the textbook. “I may be getting into something that isn’t my business but something has to be affecting your magic, emotions wise anyway.”

With a look that would have suggested he was pondering over an incredibly important issue, Mundungus glanced up at Caradoc. “Visitation ever other weekend seems doable and to carry you over the weeks that you don’t see Hiccup, you can take Hiccup out for walks during the day light hours. I may be a dictator but I will be a merciful ruler.” With a nod, Mundungus allowed his gaze to drift back to his open book and for a small moment, he began to read what little it had to offer him. “Right, so everything that this book is telling me to do are things that I know you’re capable of doing because you’ve done them before so why don’t we just talk for a moment. I’m starting to think this is more of a mental thing than an actual skill capability problem.” With the closing of the book, Mundungus gave his full attention to the boy across from him as he took another drag of his cigarette.

“I can’t say that I’ve given Mary enough time out of my day to say it’s endearing but I’ll take your word for it. Anyway, she does seem nice.” Perhaps they were getting slightly off topic, though it wouldn’t really matter if the end result was Caradoc regaining a bit of confidence. “Can I ask you something? Not anything too personal although I’ll be honest and say it is a personal question. So agree at your own risk.” He half-joked just before taking another puff of his smoke.

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D, I, T

D - If I have a preference for boys or girls.

“I already answered this but no preference.”

I - The last time I felt jealous, and why.

“Jealousy isn’t really my thing.”

T - 3 things I love unconditionally.

“Breathing, weed, family including my friends.”

#Anonymous #th

C, D, H

C - How long it’s been since I’ve kissed.

“Next question.”

D - If I have a preference for boys or girls.

“No preference, they both get mad at you for the same things.”

H - The last person I hugged.

"Hugging isn’t really my thing.”

#th #Anonymous

I, X, Y

I - The last time I felt jealous, and why.

“I’m not the jealous type”

X - 3 turn ons

“Teasing, dirty talk, playing with my hair.”

Y - 3 turns offs

“Bad hygiene, excessive talking, an unwillingness to try new things.”

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jeremyscamander:

“As many galleons as making me forget my life will allow, and whatever you have that can. How does that sounds?”

“Sounds like you’re having a shit day but those are my best days.” Getting up from where he had been, Mundungus looked the other boy over and motioned for him to follow behind him as he began to make his way into the castle. “20 galleons will be enough for now, I’m guessing you’ve never used before. Or am I wrong?”

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❤✍✎✺ ‽☺♯☹☮

❤ - What does your muse look forward to in their soulmate?

Mundungus hasn’t placed too much thought into soulmates but if he would, it would probably be humor. He needs someone that can make him genuinely laugh because as much as he likes to make others laugh and smile, his own aren’t always genuine.

✍ - Can your muse write? How well?

He can write about as well as the next witch or wizard and that’s enough for him.

✎ - Can your muse draw? How well?

Stick figures and a few other simple things are all he can draw. It’s okay though because he finds other things to entertain himself with.

✺ - Something your muse finds pretty

The night sky at Hogwarts and back at home, he can really see the stars then.

‽ - Something your muse has problems understanding

How other people don’t put effort into doing things and still excel at them. Mundungus dislikes that so much although it may actually be jealousy.

☺ - Something that makes your muse happy

Reading.

♯ - Something that gets your muse angry

The perception people have of him sometimes makes him upset but then he gets over it. However, he will almost always get upset when a Professor unfairly grades something of his because it sounds too smart to be coming from him.

☹ - Something that makes your muse sad/upset

When he happens upon someone getting bullied, he’s not gonna do anything about it but he thinks it should be kept a little more discrete. No need to ruin his day with that.

☮ - How much your muse worries about appearance

He doesn’t worry too much about it, he is who he is and that’s not gonna change if he spends an extra five minutes trying to get his hair to stay in some silly style.

#th #Anonymous

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messr-black:

Sirius glanced to the side when he heard a voice but otherwise made no attempt to move from his place when he saw Mundungus coming towards him. “Strangely enough, I am aware. Are you unsure what your initials are? I’m sure you could owl your parents and ask,” he said, taking a slow inhale from his cigarette after he spoke. “I came out for a smoke but we can go with that if that’s what you’re into.”

“Actually for a time I thought my initials were just M.F. which I had a great time telling people. That all died the day my parents made me aware of the middle name they neglected to tell me I have, it’s a tragedy really.” As he spoke, Mundungus stared up at the sky and found himself staring up towards what he assumed to be a random collection of stars.“Surprisingly, seducing the moon isn’t exactly why I came out here although that would make for a great story. Although, I think Kingsley would say that seducing the moon is impossible. You know Kingsley right?”

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bygilderoylockhart:

“I’d support them either way, it’s a pretty good house.” Gilderoy smiled, thinking of Leena, and not about Caradoc or his beater’s body.

“I don’t know if excited is the word I’d use. I’d be devastated to miss out on that competitive kite flying. Just out of curiosity, would there be house teams, or is this an individual thing?”

“Is it?” Genuine curiosity laced Mundungus’ words as he turned to look over towards Gilderoy. As far as Quidditch team knowledge went, Mundungus was aware that Leena was on the team and though he rarely made a visit to the games, he believed compliments were the only thing ever associated with her. “I’m sure they’ll do great then if they’re a good house. But what exactly are you planning on doing once your graduate?”

“Competitive kite flying would probably be an individual sport but with House teams, like there would be an actual team but only one person would fly the actual kite. You could have someone design it and see what shapes work best with aerodynamics while still coming out with a unique take on what a kite could look like. Another person could figure out what angle would be best although I think a 45 degree start would be good if you have someone holding it before running. But that’s just an idea.” At this point, Mundungus glanced away from Gilderoy and instead focused once more on the kite above him; it had all been a joke but there probably was a science to kite flying. “But at it’s heart it’d be a team sport.”

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mamabearmollyprewett:

“They go by so fast because you barely get the opportunity to sleep,” Molly pointed out, having been around for her brothers growing up. She could only imagine that she would in fact feel the way that Mundungus was describing, but twins were a lot of work. Friends or older siblings babysitting always helps. “Maybe that’s why I’m a Gryffindor,” Molly teased in return.

“Lack of sleep, imagine that horror! I happen to have a somewhat healthy relationship with sleep and really I don’t know why anyone would want to strain a relationship like that.” With an accompanying nod, Mundungus allowed himself to look over towards Molly just as a chuckle left him. “Actually, not getting enough sleep sounds like something that happens regularly in Ravenclaw but in a much better way.” Studying was better than staying up because of children in his mind, and though he was sure kids had their positives, Mundungus had a hard time seeing it. “You know that must be why you were placed in Gryffindor! That sorting hat really does know what it’s doing.” He exclaimed as they reached the first set of steps that would begin the descent into the dungeons. “And here I thought Dumbledore just had a really elaborate party trick for us every year.”

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“Fuck it” – my final thought before making most decisions.

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daisyxhxxkum:

“Yes, I suppose people do seek that out.” She just was surprised people were interested in seeking it out from her in the first place. But she didn’t voice such a concern. “Barty is definitely weird. But what can I say I guess I like a little weird. It’s always intriguing and never boring. Can’t really go wrong with that.” She giggled, sad that he’d earned himself the sort of reputation that he did. “He is harmless and he is doing his best. We all are.” She shrugged. “Oh Mundungus, no one could be better than you.” Daisy mused with jest before looking at him more seriously, “You should know that you do and will always have a special place in my heart.” Daisy a placed a hand over her heart as she pulled the joint back to her lips, head flipping back as she basked in the sweet, spring sunshine. “It really does get so much more enjoyable to smoke when it warms up around here.”

She had genuine intentions of being smoking buddies with Mundungus if he’d have her. Daisy enjoyed the ease of his company. There weren’t too many people she couldn’t find a way to get along with, so long as they didn’t push her buttons. And Mundungus had never really come close to that. “I know, I know.” She shrugged, “It’s just nice, when he’s not pissing me off, which is like 80 percent of the time. But the 20 percent, the 20 percent is really worth it. What can I say?” Daisy sighed, taking another puff as she wished so badly in this moment she was just with Walden. She hated that she did but she did. “Well thanks that’s real nice of you Dung, problem really is more that I need to actually be motivated to take you up on the offer…but I’m sure you’re right. I’ll be fine.” Daisy did not want to think about her grades just now.

“Maybe but there’s something off about that Barty kid.” It wasn’t an intentional insult, rather just a voiced observation that he had happened across on more than one occasion. Everyone was a little odd but the difference between those labeled weird and the rest was simply the ability to hide it; his own oddities were tucked away and at times, Mundungus wondered if Kingsley caught onto them and just kept quiet. A frown adorned his lips at the thought and as he took another puff of his joint, Mundungus settled with the idea that Kingsley was as oblivious to it as the rest. “And you occupy just a big a space in my heart.” It was possible that the smile on his face was forced and somehow managed to look natural, he had been truthful in his own statement while genuine distrust in her own pestered him as he looked away from Daisy.

“Well, it’s a good thing that we’re going to be going into summer soon enough. Honestly, every winter seems to get worse than the one before it.” A shrug and he kept his gaze ahead of him as he listened to her speak on her relationship with Walden, “as long as he makes you happy, Daisy. It shouldn’t matter what any of us say after all it’s you who’s dating him and not me. Between us, I don’t think he’d be able to handle me.”He joked as he turned to look at her once more and shrugged slightly. “If you change your mind, you know what tower door to stand outside of.”