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KATHLEEN. SIXTEEN. SLYTHERIN. MODEL. talkin' to myself and feelin' old. sometimes i'd like to quit, nothing ever seems to fit. hangin' around, nothing to do but frown. rainy days and mondays always get me down. what i've got, they used to call the blues !! ━━ nothing's really wrong, feelin' like i don't belong. walking around, some kind of lonely clown. rainy days and mondays always get me down. funny, but it seems i always wind up here with you. nice to know somebody loves me. funny, but it seems that it's the only thing to do. run and find the one who loves me.

[ohhkathleen]

ofdreamsandquirks:

      “Nargles.” Is her short reply as she takes the string up bottle caps. She offers the girl a soft smile as she says. “You don’t have to hold it like that the bottle caps won’t bite. The nargles are going to be the ones that bite.” she then turns and goes back to hanging her string. “In what? Do you think i should have them in a jar? Would that be a better way of handling them?” nose scrunching together as she considers it. 

“ nargles? right. whatever they are. ”  ugh. let her have her fun, kat. she supposes it’s sort of sweet that she’s still playing pretend at her age. sort of.  “ i mean. you could always throw them out. they’re trash. ”

[ohhkathleen]

ofdreamsandquirks:

    Luna studied her tent critically before she was stepping onto her stool. Her father was off doing something, perhaps taking interviews for the Quibbler, and she was suppose to wait for him to get back so they could go to their seats together. But he wasn’t here yet so she decided to try and add a few more charms to ward off and naughty creatures that might try and sneak into their red and green tent. She could hear someone approaching her so she asked. “Could you hand me that string of bottle caps please?” gesturing to her left with her hand as the right held herself up steady on her step stool.

kat was just trying to find the twins. she was not expecting to be accosted to pick up some trash. holding them at arm’s length, she picked the bottle caps up with two rigid fingers, handing them to the girl.  “ here.         why though? they’re not exactly . . . in. ”

[ohhkathleen]

mlledelacxur:

Fleur had been trying desperately to get back to her families tent - they were only able to spend so much time together during the year, that made summers extra special. (Though, in Fleur’s opinion, Quidditch hardly screamed ‘bonding.’ But then she felt a pull at her wrist, sending her backwards through the crowd she’d just made her way through with a small gasp. “Excuse me!” She pulled away turning around to meet the person who had begun to drag her away. “I am sorry, but,” she huffed, blowing her hair out of her face, “I think you may have had me mistaken with somebody else.” She sighed, smoothing down her jacket. After a beat, she glanced at the young girl, “But, oui, there are too many people.” She agreed with a small nod.

wow. kat supposed it was fine. apparently she hadn’t cracked europe as hard as she thought she had, but then again, france had a lot of their own models and this girl? well, she could be one of them. jealousy, an oh so familiar feeling, washed over her. kat tightened the grip on her arm before dropping it completely.  “ yeah. and all of them fucking stink. ”

[ohhkathleen]

chcchng:

She chuckled at her response, nodding. She always appreciated Kat’s honesty - she’d much rather have that than people sugarcoating everything for her. Cho was more aware of things than people gave her credit for. “I think I’ve coded myself too much with my house colour,” she smiled back, “As long as I’m not the worst, it’s fine by me.” Cho looked around briefly, fiddling with the shamrock pin mindlessly before replying, “If no one minds we could walk together - I’m alone for a reason not too different to yours, really.” 

“ please. no one cares, don’t worry.         anyways, i do what i want. ”  oof. immediate cringe. she sounded like a bratty child, not a girl on the cusp of adulthood, with her life planned and a brain between her ears. but what could she expect? after being dragged around all day to see various colleagues of her father, kat needed to blow off steam.

[crystalclear-net]

Picture credits: P ♡

[ohhkathleen]

ugh. her father had warned her about this. he told her that if she split off from them and was late getting to their box that she’d be swept up in the gaggle of fans. not that she’d ever give him the satisfaction of telling him he was right. the crowds getting into the stadium were insane, and for once, her face wasn’t parting the red sea of people for her. dressed head to toe in varying shades of green,  ( chicly, though, no tacky fan gear )  kat was just apart of the crowd. she spotted an at least semi - familiar face out of the corner of her eye and grabbed them by the arm, long, thin fingers weaker than they looked.  “ push through the crowd with me. it’s so hard to get through           ugh. i hate sports fans. ”

[ohhkathleen]

chcchng:

Cho felt a large smile take over her features when Kat replied, and sighed quietly. “Thank you, Kat - really,” she reached out and took the pin, looking at it briefly, “I can look less of a sore thumb now.” Carefully, she pinned the shamrock on to her jacket. “I’m sorry for coming up to you so suddenly like this,” she said a little sheepishly, absentmindedly fiddling with the Tornadoes pin she previously had on that was in her pocket. She did feel a lot better now though, and made a mental note to change out of her sky blue shirt later on. 

kat flipped her hair with a smile and a shake of her head.  “ it’s fine. and blue is your colour anyways. it’s a  . . .  well, you’re not the worst fashion disaster i’ve seen wandering the campgrounds. ”  nothing but honesty, as per.  “ again, it’s fine. i’m sick of walking around with my family anyways. they’re so up my ass, y’know? ”

[ohhkathleen]

swyven:

      ‘ i wish, but i don’t think uncle lucius will let me keep my head if i lost him permanently. ‘ she sighs. ‘ thanks though, i’m sure he’ll turn up. he knows i’m the one that feeds him. ‘

“ i’m sure even lucius wants rid of him to some extent. ”  deadpan tone of voice, kat was sure of her assumptions.  “ yeah. of course.         i get that. my cat is like that. ”

[ohhkathleen]

trapezetwin:

      He was never one to deny a bet, it was one of his defining qualities, though he knew most people considered it a bad character trait, he mostly did it to take attention away from others. If they knew he would do almost anything, then they wouldn’t try and make others do things they didn’t want to do. And that was why he was currently discussing a wager with a rather attractive boy from Beauxbatons, after all, they’d spent a while discussing what Celestina Warbeck’s best song was, and the merits of various skin moisturizers (after all, the overconfident twat has no time for toxic masculinity), and now he wanted to show that he wasn’t just a softie, he was pretty well built as well. He was debating with the boy when he saw a friend, waving them over as he continued to talk.      ❛   I can totally climb that tree, I mean look at these biceps! Look, ask my friend, OI, COME ‘ERE AND HELP ME PROVE A POINT!   ❜       ✨      OPEN   /   WORLD CUP EVENT     !

ah, shit. at first, kat tried to pretend she didn’t know cass, but she knew there was no point. there was no way to ignore him, not when he had his mind set on something. she walked over, lips pursed, planting her feet shoulder width apart with her hands on her hips next to him. she looked the guy he was talking to up and down.  “ kathleen carter. ”  no extension of a hand to shake, just her name.  “ alright, what’s it now? ”

[ohhkathleen]

trapezetwinette:

       The Quidditch World cup. It was just as beautiful as she’d imagined. She couldn’t wait to watch the game, to perform afterwards, it was going to be a magical day, she just knew it. It had taken her and Cassius a while to find their tent, but now they were exploring the campsite, glad they’d thought to bring some drinks with them beforehand, after all, they were mildly addicted to Dr Pepper, and the magical world didn’t really meddle with fizzy drinks. She was almost too distracted to recognise the person a little while away, but the moment she did, she started waving her arms wildly to get their attention, after all, the Tonks twins were never ones for subtlety.      ❛   Hey! Over here!   ❜       ✨      OPEN   /   WORLD CUP EVENT     !

“ there you are, oh my god. ”  with a flick of her hair over the shoulder, kat stomped over to cassie like her life depended on it. it was sunny, sure, but her boots were starting to hurt her feet. she’d been searching for the twins for hours.  ( okay, in reality it was more like thirty minutes or so. )   her eyes zoned in on the dr pepper in cassie’s hand.  “ is that diet? or do you have diet? please. ”

[ohhkathleen]

chcchng:

Okay, maybe she should have invested in some Ireland merchandise. It’s not like people were vilifying her for wearing the Tutshill Tornadoes shirt - she just began to feel a little too out of place (it was her own fault, really). She set out to find someone she knew, dark eyes carefully scanning over the crowds of excitement before they landed on a person. The tightness in her stomach loosened a little as she walked towards them but she kept her jacket tightly zipped up. “Hi, it’s really nice to see you here,” Cho said as she reached the person, continuing on before letting them speak (which hurt to do, but she really didn’t want to waste any time), “Do you happen have an extra Ireland shirt, or pin, or something? Maybe just anything green?”

kat’s stern gaze softened as she saw cho approaching. god, finally someone who wasn’t her family or a wellmeaning stranger  (  both of which kat had no time for  ), but a friend. she was about to tell her it was nice to see her too, taken aback by the lack of opportunity given to her to speak. jesus. but when she heard cho’s request . . . well, how could she refuse? a smile curled into shape on her lips.  “ do i have anything extra for ireland? of course. ”  kat herself was dressed in a deep green turtleneck, paired with a black and green plaid miniskirt. the colour alone should have gave it away, but the look was topped off by a little shamrock pin on her chest. she pulled a spare out of the bag slung over her shoulder and held it out for cho.  “ my treat. ”

[crystalclear-net]

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[ohhkathleen]

trapezetwin:

     ❛   That is the meanest thing anyone has ever said to me, I thought we were friends Kat.   ❜ 

“ no, it’s not! ”  a loose laugh fell from her lips, a gentle shake of her head followed.  “ i’ve said much worse things to you, i’m sure. ”

[crystalclear-net]

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[ohhkathleen]

mischtwin:

     ‘ move!! ‘ they’res something to be said about seeing one half of the weasley twins booking it down diagon alley with a devilish grin and laughter in his voice. exasperation, maybe? terror? either way, fred whirls around one person, apology lost on the wind as he nearly trips over another. he snags the third by the elbow, using them to pull himself into an alleyway—too bad they got caught in the motion and stumbled in after him. 

“ what the fu        !! ”  kat righted herself quickly, smoothing out her dress and fixing her hair before her slender hands balled up into fists. her eyes searched the alleyway and when they landed on fred weasley, she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.  “ this dress is gucci, do you know that? you’re lucky my ass didn’t hit the ground. ”  the only reason she wasn’t completely laying into him right now was because she knew the twins liked him, for whatever reason. kat had no time, most of the time, for scams and schemes.

[ohhkathleen]

swyven:

    ‘ have you seen my ferret around? and i don’t mean draco, but my actual pet ferret. ‘

blink, blink. kat shook her head.  “ no. i hope you find him. the ferret, i mean. if draco’s lost, he can stay lost. ”

[ohhkathleen]

ashisequal:

It was the year prior that had really made Harry indebted to Florean Fortescue, his knowledge of Medieval Witch-burnings and his on-the-house ice cream made the rest of his summer bearable. Now, however, now he was free to wander as he wished, between the muggle and magical parts of London. Now, he went to the ice cream parlor because he wanted to. Florean was a good conversation, his knowledge of Wizarding history was impressive to say the least. He was a little disappointed he’d finished his History of Magic homework already; Mister Fortescue made it a hundred times more interesting that Professor Binns droning, ghostly voice.

Now, though, as the says inched closer to the start of term, there were more customers than there had been the rest of the summer, and Florean was busy with them instead of engaging Harry in conversation. He didn’t mind. What he did mind were the stares, the whispers, about him, about his association with the House of Black. Sullying Sirius’ name by association with the family he was born into, rather than the deeds the man himself had done during the war. It made Harry feel uneasy.

He’d have welcomed a familiar face, someone who would put a stop to the whispers and the stares. He groaned, dropping his forehead to the table and ignoring all of it. His ice cream lay forgotten before him, as frozen as a half hour before when it was scooped, just asking someone to take a taste.

a click of the tongue, not dissimilar to the sound of her blocky heels on the ice cream parlour’s floor. she afforded a single glance over her shoulder to her mother and her younger siblings as she approached what appeared to be harry potter in the middle of some sort of existential slump. she didn’t want any ice cream anyways, and the opportunity to meet harry was one she couldn’t refuse. she never could seem to find him at hogwarts. he was always too busy being a gryffindor poster boy, or doing dangerous shit, or whatever. 

a head or two turned as kat took a seat opposite him, the drumming of her nails on the table hopefully alerting him to her presence.  “ harry potter, huh? ”  brown eyes flicked between him and his ice cream.  “ that must be some wicked brainfreeze. ”  kat pursed her lips as she waited for a response, dark eyes blinking blankly.