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@nectarnsalt
“i try not to sound like an asshole but it’s really hard because i am an asshole.”
“You have a hero complex and semi-masochistic taste in partners,” Ginny returned dryly, pausing for a moment to let it sink in before adding in a harsher tone than she meant, “I can’t believe I forgot it was Harry Potter facts day. We should add these to your chocolate frog card.”
“is 'no’ an emotion? because i’m feeling it.” from pansy
“I’d call it a mood, or your default setting.”
ctrlneville:
Neville bit down on his bottom lip when she didn’t reply. He stayed silent as well, not sure what to say. He let out a breath, sitting back on his heels. “I know,” he said. “Being in the castle, being stuck here and thinking about Death Eaters being out there does feel like the war,” he said. “But you’re not going to lose me, Gin. Although it feels like we’re back in the war, we’re not. We survived that, and we’re going to get through this.”
“Okay.” He sounded so sure about it that it calmed her. She crawled around the mess to hug him. “I love you,” she said softly, nuzzling against him. Public perception was wrong. He was the strong one, not her. She knew she wasn’t weak. It was the matter of when it came down to it that she relied on him for support. He was her rock. He kept her grounded. “I’m sorry I ruined the food. We could go to town for the ingredients, or find a restaurant.”
fckmlfy:
The air is stagnant in its silence; Draco merely assessing the other as he attempts to find his words. Merlin, perhaps the girl understands Harry better than he ever will – though he’s learning slowly. She undoubtedly has a point; eventually he does seem to know exactly what to say … though, perhaps it merely takes longer than desired. “He is clueless, I’ll give you that,” Draco finally settles on; another sip of the proffered tea taken as he attempts to wash away the unsavory taste in his mouth. “– However, I find myself quite taken with him, nonetheless,” He admits despite himself, cheeks uncharacteristically tinging a soft pink as he turns grey eyes away from the other. “Terrible prat,” He intones in agreement; words grumbled as he fiddles with the handle of his mug. Draco considers Ginny’s words – wondering to himself exactly why the two weren’t on speaking terms; though he doesn’t dare ask in fear of his head being bitten clean off. “You don’t have to worry, however,” He manages after a beat; a sigh passing his lips as he returns his gaze to the girl’s once more. His tone sincere. “If I mentioned any of this to Harry it would only serve to stroke his ego further. – And that isn’t in either of our best interests.”
“It’s that inexplicable Potter charm. I hear his dad was like that too.” He could be incredibly frustrating, and do and say the dumbest things, but it was hard staying mad at him. It took effort to be mad at Harry. If she was being honest with herself, she would know she wasn’t truly mad at him anymore. She did understand where he was coming from even if she completely disagreed. It was more hurt than anger. None of that was something she wanted to share with Draco. It was between her and Harry, and he had his own problems. “Then we should talk about something else. Anything else.”
@fckmlfy
@ctrlneville
a harry potter meme [3/5] characters: Ginny Weasley
You’ve never been on the receiving end of one of her Bat-Bogey Hexes, have you?
oliivcrs:
“That bastard!” he gasped teasingly, jumping up to sit on the counter as she pulled out the tin, his feet just brushing the wooden floor. While he had entered the kitchen looking for one thing, his stomach rumbled loudly as she held out the tin, and he greedily pulled out three biscuits, shoving one in his mouth immediately and tried to smile in lieu of a thank you with his mouth full, only for crumbs to spill out of his mouth. Wiping his hands on his pants, he leaned his head back against the cupboard behind him, smiling lazily. “I’ve been alright, at least I was until they shoved me in this place. Still, it’s nice to see some familiar faces.” He offered her a shrug and a wink. “What about you, red? What’s new in the world of Ginny Weasely?”
Ginny sat the tin down beside him and hopped up on the counter as well. Her own feet dangled well above the floor and she swung them slowly. It took her a moment to answer him. She had to think about what was appropriate to share. Some it included other people and was probably best told by them. The other part she wasn’t sure he would care about. It’s not like they’d ever been that close. He was a friend, but not one she’d kept in touch with since most of their friendship was born of sharing a house and quidditch. She was open to changing that though. “I was this close,” Ginny started, holding up her thumb and index finger mere centimeters apart, “to being recruited by a team when I was put in the last safe house. I guess it was a blessing in disguise because it forced me to work through things with Neville. Then there is the oddity that I feel more comfortable around Draco now than I do Harry. I want out of here.”
“i don’t wanna get involved in drama i just wanna know 103% of the information on what happened.” (Toby)
“And you think I know everything that happens here? You are sorely mistaken. I’m not involved in any of the drama. You’ll have to be more specific about what you want to know.”
“is 'no’ an emotion? because i’m feeling it.”
“I’d call it more of a mood than an emotion.”
☂ ☼
☂ : Does your muse like rain?
She doesn’t hate the rain, but she prefers the sun. She likes being outdoors and flying. The rain makes that difficult. Then there is the matter of it being gloomy and she’s not big on that.
☼ : Does your muse like daytime or nighttime more?
She prefers the daytime. She likes staying active and the day is the best for that. It’s fun to go out at night of course, but it’s limiting.
shittyrpmemes:
text post sentence starters / original version here
“bro, you look so cute right now. dude, you are so fucking adorable.”
“wanna watch this murder documentary with me?”
“i may act like i’m sassy but if you’re mean to me there’s a 900% chance i’ll cry.”
“i may act like I’m clueless but actually know what’s going on at al times.”
“attention: i need attention.”
“i don’t have a nervous system. i’m a nervous system.”
“drugs? no thanks, the only ‘high’ i need is the natural rush you get from commiting a murder.”
“i think i’m subconsciously trying to ruin my own life.”
“why fall in love when you can fall on the floor and never get up?”
“i try not to sound like an asshole but it’s really hard because i am an asshole.”
“i don’t want to look ‘pretty’, i want to look otherwordly and vaguely threatening.”
“i’m the nicest, sweetest, most rage-filled person i know.”
“girls are so soft and amazing and nice and beautiful and mysterious and complex and loving and caring. i don’t remember what i was going to say but i’m just gay.“
“i’d love to relax but that’s just not realistic.”
“contrary to popular belief i’m actually soft and have feelings.”
“this could be less hetero.”
“to be honest i just need a hug.”
“why can’t I be mentally chill instead of mentally ill?”
“this is it, this is how i die: lack of attention.”
“are we just friends or is this flirting serious?”
“i have this problem where i isolate myself from civilization and then get upset because i’m lonely.”
“i may be ugly but at least i have an ugly personality too. consistency is key.”
“i don’t wanna get involved in drama i just wanna know 103% of the information on what happened.”
“i am bysexual as in i’m not interested, goodbye.”
“i could win an olympic gold medal in being ignored.”
“fill your heart with bees. if someone breaks your heart then they have to deal with the bees.”
“i’m so tired of not being a multimillionaire.”
“i panic a lot of other places besides the disco.”
“which layer of hell do you think you’re going to?”
“my kink is being right.”
“my kink is being home alone.”
“you’re really sensitive for a selfish asshole.”
“i can tell myself to be heartless but in all reality, i have a big heart and can’t treat people badly, that’s just not me.”
“what about netflix and kill?”
“no offense but why does everyone hate me?”
“i’m a strong independent introvert who don’t need no social life.”
“why do i get struggles instead of snuggles?”
“if a conversation goes on too long without being about me, i’m out.”
“i’m small, queer and something to fear.”
“all this sadness is bad for my skin.”
“i’m cute and perfect but also unstable, violent and self-destructive”
“i’m beautiful and underappreciated.”
“she’s beauty, she’s grace, she’s me.”
“sorry for being awesome, loser.”
“is 'no’ an emotion? because i’m feeling it.”
Random headcanon meme!
giraffys-rpmemes:
⍤ : What does your muse’s voice sound like? Is it light? High pitched? Scratchy? Deep?
✍ : What is your muse’s handwriting like? Is it neat? Sloppy? Fancy?
☕ : Does your muse prefer coffee or tea?
⌚ : Is your muse good with keeping on schedule for meetings, appointments, or events, or are they always late? Or, are they always a bit early?
♿ : Has your muse had any injuries in the past?
☺ : What is your muse’s smile like? Do they smile often?
⚡ : How does your muse feel about storms? Are they afraid of them, or do they calm them?
⚠ : How does your muse react to possibly dangerous situations? Do they face them head-on, or do they plan out their actions first?
☃ : What is your muse’s favorite season? What about their least favorite season, if they have one?
☂ : Does your muse like rain?
☼ : Does your muse like daytime or nighttime more?
🏨 : How well does your muse sleep?
❤ : What are your muse’s thoughts on love? If they are not in a relationship, do they believe that they will ever find a perfect someone for them?
☘ : Does your muse believe in luck? How about fate?
⚯ : Does your muse have good eyesight? If not, what is it like? Are they nearsighted or farsighted? Or both? Do they use glasses? Or do they prefer contacts?
👓 : If your muse wears glasses, what are their glasses frames like?
♨ : Does your muse have good table manners? How do they feel about bad table manners?
❀ : What is your muse’s opinion about flower crowns?
♬ : Does your muse sing well? Regardless of whether they sing well or not, do they enjoy singing?
📐 : Is your muse good at math? Do they like it, or do they hate it?
♞ : What is your muse’s favorite animal?
εїз : How does your muse feel about bugs and insects?
📱 : Does your muse prefer calling or texting?
☆ : Of the sun, stars, and the moon, which is your muse’s favorite?
ツ : Does your muse prefer lots of friends, or just a few close ones?
✝ : Is your muse religious?
ctrlneville:
Neville bit down on his bottom lip, “Sorry…I was joking,” he said. He walked over to her, “Nothing is going to happen to me, love,” he said, his voice gentle. He ripped a sheet from the roll of paper towels and began to wipe up the mess along with her. He glanced up at his girlfriend, feeling guilty for her reaction. “Ginny,” he said, ignoring her words about the plants. “Are you okay?”
Ginny remained silent at first, continuing to clean up the mess. She wasn’t trying to ignore Neville. It was just the opposite. She was trying to process her feelings so she could explain it to him. With a heavy sigh she stopped scrubbing and looked up at Neville. “Not really,” she answered honestly, “Being in a castle makes me remember Hogwarts, and with the attack and added security it is beginning to feel like the war again. I was finally feeling better and safe. I don’t want to go back. The war took a lot from me. It took a lot from everyone. It’s hard enough to think about that. I don’t want to think that I could lose you too. You don’t have to worry about me pushing you away though. I’m not that type. If anything I want to keep you closer.”
oliivcrs:
oliver glanced through bleary eyes as he entered the kitchen, sleep still clouding the outermost part of his judgement. the trip down the stairs and to the kitchen started to take some semblance of a routine as the moved around the space without thought. he opened the cupboard and reached his hand up to the top shelf with a practiced ease as he searched blindly, his eyebrows furrowing when his hand didn’t find what it was looking for. he tried the next cupboard and the next, but his efforts were fruitless. unless… merlin forbid. he raced over to the fridge and yanked it open, his eyes raking up and down and his hands moving items out of the way. he slammed the fridge in frustration, turning at the sound of footsteps, his hands instinctively settling on his hips.
“ alright. who the FUCK ate my bagels? ”
“My guess would be Ron. It’s definitely something he would do,” Ginny offered up as she walked into the kitchen. She stepped around him to pull out a hidden tin of biscuits. Her appetite may not be as insatiable as her brothers, but it was still there. Taking out one for herself, she held out the tin to Oliver, hoping it might serve to placate him for even a moment. It had been some time she last saw him and thought a more pleasant greeting was needed. “Missing bagels aside, how have you been?”
rxnalds:
blue eyes scan the pleasantly selected array of pastries and desserts on display in the local bakery, taking his time to carefully pick one out to go back to his room and snack on. he’d managed to pocket a couple of strays for later, too. he wasn’t the biggest fan of the fact that they’d been moved yet again - he felt so far away from his family. especially with everything that was going on back home he felt a bit helpless being stuck here. he was protective and he wanted to help. he wondered if he’d ever be able to stop running. death eaters scared the living daylights out of him though. how was it that they always managed to find them no matter what? when he was younger the adventures were always way cool, but now he was growing a little frustrated with it. ‘’i’ll have that one, the one with the most chocolate on top, cheers.’’ he points to a giant muffin, digging his palm into his back pocket for some money, carefully counting it out onto the counter. then he stopped, face turning as red as his hair as he stuttered … clearly embarrassed. he hadn’t got enough. ‘’uh … maybe just a small one then - how much are those?’’ he cleared his throat, hoping whoever was in the line behind him hadn’t figured the situation out. in fact, he wasn’t sure if he had enough to pay for anything at all.
Ginny had been putting off going to town since exploring it was something she wanted to do with Neville. However, she needed a few things and decided he wouldn’t mind if she ran the errand on her own. A more in-depth exploration of town could still be saved for a day when he wasn’t busy. She was on her way back when spotted the bakery Neville had told her about. While a pastry wasn’t something she craved, she wanted to pick something up for Neville. Stepping inside she was immediately drawn to the counter at the sound of a familiar voice. She snuck up behind him and covered his eyes with her free hand. “Guess who,” she asked, knowing her brother would recognize her voice immediately just as she had his. It didn’t take long for her to notice his predicament. She would tease him about most everything, it was just their relationship, but money was one of the few exceptions. She dug the needed coins out of her pocket and placed them on the counter. A treat for Neville could wait until he was there with her. She wouldn’t leave Ron short for his purchase.
tobiasxxrowle:
“It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that you lot are a bunch of ungrateful little pricks. All of you have this look on your faces which say you’re mourning your dead cat or something.” Toby huffed as he plopped down on the couch in the living room. It had been only a couple of days since he was sent to live in the safehouse with the others and the gloom which filled the air, seeping through the walls and following him wherever he went was starting to get on his nerves. "I’d have thought people would be a tad bit happier about being kept safe here. What with not having to worry about having a killing curse shot at you any second and all.”
“Don’t steal my metaphors, Rowle,” Ginny snapped as she walked into the room and sat beside him. It was meant to sound harsh, but with a hint of teasing that someone who knew her well would pick up. Their once friendly relationship had been rocky for some time and it was a way to test the waters. He may have switched sides and pushed her away, but it wasn’t hard to see that wasn’t what he wanted. When it came down to it he had chosen to fight for the right side. She felt bad losing his friendship. It was simply too hard to fight for it through everything happening when he wasn’t also fighting for it. She hated seeing the change in home, but supposed it was only a matter of time considering his home life. She wanted to reach out when she heard about his mother, but was unable. After everything, she was actually happy to see him. Theirs was the one relationship she genuinely wanted to make an effort to repair. “You of all people should know how reckless Gryffindors are. We like running into danger, not hiding from it.”
