& HE'S ONLY LOOKING TO SCORE

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LOCATION:  hogsmeade STATUS: closed      /      @mcmincrva

There had always been something about Minerva that Mundungus deemed respectable.  Newer at Hogwarts at the start of his schooling career, that didn’t mean he’d take it easier on her compared to others.  The thing about Minerva, however, was that she always prompted him a challenge, always kept him on his toes  ---  as much he felt commendable, as much kept him engaged where he was left sleeping through other lessons.  Bouncing ahead, catching her a few steps beyond the path, hands stuffed into the pockets of his trousers.  To this day, that hard time he’d still give.  “Minnie . . .  Let me guess, on your way to a big night out?  Three Broomsticks tonight or Hog’s Head . . ?  I’m gonna go ahead and suggest the former, the latter’s still not my biggest fan.  Can you believe that?”

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LOCATION:  london STATUS: closed      /      @arabellafiqq

The best thing about being raised by a muggle mother?  Knowledge of muggle goods.  Sometimes it felt too simple, stealing from those who’d no means to combat it.  Those who’d return home, door still locked  & attached, yet countless belongings missing.  The easiest part of these jobs?  In all of his years of doing it, he’d never run into anyone he actually knew.  Alas, as the saying went, there was a first time for everything.  A cart full, a glamour in place, what looked like a cart of trash was quite the opposite.  That was when his eyes locked with Arabella’s across the street.  “It’s not what it looks like.”  he lied, a casual smile taking to his lips.

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LOCATION:  ? STATUS: closed      /     @mcmarlene

It seemed that day after day, things became trickier and trickier.  Constantly, he’d attempt to play the humor and all, but sometimes it was easier said than done.  Sometimes the reality of the situation seeped into even his absent mind.  There’d never been a problem in life that he didn’t figure out how to deal with through what he did best, thieving things off of others.  There’d never been a problem that money couldn’t solve.  Yet, now the world was changing, meant for adjust.  The jokes, the lightheartedness, it helped him cope.  Which was why he didn’t understand why they all seemed to judge so harshly.  “I just want a nice easy life you know?  What’s so wrong with that?”   ---   right, the stealing.

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VALENTINE’S DAY ALPHABET

DISNEY VILLIAN HEADCANONS

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LOCATION:  hq STATUS: closed      /      @oftherebels

Were there to be a black sheep within the Order, it’d be Mundungus Fletcher.  No one seemed to have a problem proclaiming their lack of trust in him, not that he could blame them.  Then there were the days, however, he couldn’t help but feel left in the dark.  It was Dumbledore who lead him there, and Dumbledore who seemed to leave him there as well.  A busy man, again, he understood, yet he still felt he was left wondering his purpose in all of it  ---  although it was told that soon enough it would all be clear.  Despite it all, he couldn’t help but feel tinges of annoyance when left out in the cold, shown in his pacing of the room.  Fingers snapped before popping over a fist, again  .  .  .  and again.  Eyeing the only other person in the room thus far, Sirius Black.  Let he be the one to break any and all uncomfortable silences, cluelessly with conversation possibly more so.  “So!  How’re the Potters holding up?”

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LOCATION:  adinah’s place STATUS: closed      /      @whiskeyrid​

“Your hair looks awful tonight.”  A detail he’d slipped up on, a detail he suddenly found important.  “Did you even brush it?”  Nitpicking, it was what he did best in her presence.  His own forced upon her, and seemingly everyone else like a plague.  At least here he knew the glares were in good spirit.  Used to it, he’d never fit, not anywhere besides home, but it was there he tried to avoid as often as possible.  For all he knew there were those who knew of his involvement with the Order, who’d put a target on anyone’s back they could.  True, he had his own place, but it was merely a that .  .  . a place.  In moments he preferred the attention a visit to a friend granted.  “Can I ask you something honest?”  He asked, but a breath to pause, hardly a beat to answer before continuing, “Do you ever really think about the stuff you overhear?  - And don’t tell me you don’t hear things.”  If anyone knew how loose tongues became after a few rounds, he assumed it had to be her.  “I know you don’t like to pick sides, but information has a hefty price these days.”

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GIRLS bloopers Season One

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