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L O V E

L   :   LOVE.   who does your muse love?

seamus loves a lot of people - all of his roommates ( he admittedly has a special fondness for neville and dean ), his mum and dad, hermione, lavender and parvarti - it’s just that none of the love he is feeling is romantic in nature.

O   :   ODE.   does your muse have a way with words? 

answered previously.

V   :   VALENTINE.   how does your muse feel about valentine’s day?

he enjoys it - eats a ridiculous amount of chocolate, makes childish cards for his friends, tries and fails to summon a bunch of rose petals ( usually setting fire to something nearby ).

E   :   EMBRACE.   does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

answered previously.

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S E A M U S.

S   :   SWEETHEART.   did your muse have a childhood sweetheart?

answered previously.

E   :   EMBRACE.   does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

answered previously.

A   :   AFFECTION.   how does your muse show affection?

answered previously.

M   :   MOONLIGHT.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

in his dreams they meet under the moontlight and stare up at the stars or maybe they meet under a tree in a park or at a crowded bar on a friday night - seamus doesn’t like to dwell on the specifics. what he does like is being able to talk; to be listened to and in turn get to listen as they grow closer and a relationship blooms. it’s lowkey and he can’t imagine a better way to fall in love with someone. currently, he doesn’t know who his ideal datemate would be.

U   :   UNREQUITED.   has your muse had their heart broken?

no - except when by crookshanks who has never returned the love that he feels.

S   :   SWEETHEART.   did your muse have a childhood sweetheart?

see above.  

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devctos‌:

‘ and yet , it’s still doable . you said it’s hard , not that it can’t be done . ’ seamus doesn’t just wear his heart on his sleeve , his entire arm ( and then some )  bares all the emotions he’s already surrendered to . blaise can see the irritation emanating from his body language , lips quirked up in something akin to amusement at how simple it was to rile up the little lion ; especially when the attempt hadn’t even been made in the first place . blaise learnt the hard way that the papers weren’t to be trusted when his own mother was often mentioned in ‘ anonymous ’ gossip columns , keeping an open mind was always the best policy .  becoming too intimate with a case like this could cloud a judgement  –– although you’d know this very well could’ve happened , unless there was concrete proof of it , did it truly transpire ?  

‘ large . i’m planning to become an auror in the hopes of making the world a better place , that’s what their motto is in a roundabout way , right ? though perhaps my sights should be set on journalism . regardless of what you think of me at least i wouldn’t be biased in my writings, ’  and what was this , an attempt at humour from blaise ?  better than arguing about nothing , the italian supposed futilely . there were times in which blaise was up for verbal confrontation that required more malice than his jarring , sarcastic comments could supply . today certainly wasn’t one of those days . ‘ i think i’d go insane if i worked for anybody but myself . i spent some time abroad and realised that some muggles seem to have the right ideas about their occupations . it’s a lot of boring financial stuff you surely won’t be interested in , but mark my words , i’m definitely making a living out of it . i’m making a name for myself this year , hence why i don’t have much time for idle gossip . ’  

silence is golden , and in this moment it’s a beaming beacon of light   ––   an opportunity there for blaise to take his leave unscathed , he had potions work to be occupying his time with after all  . there’s little to no interest spared to what finnigan is going to do with himself after their time at hogwarts has come to an end , and he’s more than just slightly assured in the presumption that the other asked of his plans simply to fill in the silence that he’s always basked in instead of shying away from  . common curtesy is something blaise only offers to few rather than the many ,  and before the war ,  people have had to earn it from him before being taken seriously . it didn’t extend to just about anybody : nevermind damned gryffindors . ‘ and you.. what are you even studying , finnigan ? ’

‘nothing’s impossible with a little hard work.’ as soon as the words leave his mouth, he grimaces for where he may have believed them once he is no longer entirely sold on the belief. but he tries to not to dwell on it, trying at least for the moment to focus on the here and now. only the here and now is wondering if an innocent family was actually slaughtered or if it’s some sort of weird propaganda put out by a government that despite their best efforts is still corrupt. and by god, does it ever end? 

‘i thought their job was to uphold the law - even if the laws might have moral defects?’ he wasn’t certain but he had assumed that was how the death eaters had managed to twist the laws to suit their ends so quickly; perhaps they hadn’t bothered to do so at all. ‘journalism might be a good fit actually,’ he murmured, aware that it was edging on being a compliment though not quite there. ‘they have the right ideas about more than just jobs, you know. at least back home a lot of them still respect the druids; still practice their holidays.’ he doesn’t say it but he doesn’t think that the muggles of ireland would rush to burn them at the stake if the statute was broken.

there’s a blissful silence and he leans back slightly in his chair, relaxing for real this time even as his body language remains somewhat defensive.and then the unexpected happens; zabini returns the question or well at very least a similar one. ‘magizoology,” he answers, thinking about all of the upcoming homework that he has to finish before banishing the thought. ‘my family breeds kneazles.’ because god, he didn’t want to hear another joke about working with fire creatures or dragons.

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F I R E.

F   :   FLIRT.   is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?

when seamus actually wants to flirt, he can be pretty good. it’s mostly just him leaning in with whispered words, fingertips brushing against the others arm if he can get away with it.

I    :   I LOVE YOU.   does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

previously answered.

R   :   ROMANCE.   is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

previously answered.

E   :   EMBRACE.   does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

seamus loves hugs - please just hold this boy forever. what his hugs are like depends on who he’s hugging and why. getting a hug in greeting? get ready to feel like your being jumped on by a clingy dog - pounding on your back and holding you tight for a few seconds before releasing you. if he’s hugging you because you’re upset, he’s hold you silently forcing himself to be still aside from his hands rubbing slow and gentle circles on your back.

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a, r , s , o , n , i , s , t

A   :   AFFECTION.   how does your muse show affection?

seamus’ love language is very much physical touch - so he’s very like physical affectionate with the people he cares about whether that means an enthusiastic hug when he sees you or gentle fingers brushing over your hand underneath the table.

R   :   ROMANCE.   is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

he leans towards being a romantic, but isn’t entirely free of cynicism. he does believe in love but he also thinks that it takes more work than most people are willing to put in; leading him to not have much faith when he is in relationships.

S   :   SWEETHEART.   did your muse have a childhood sweetheart?

no - as a young person, seamus wasn’t looking to jump into a committed relationship and so he never found anything beyond shallow flings.

O   :   ODE.   does your muse have a way with words?

absolutely NOT. seamus is the clumsiest person with words - he will start out trying to tell you that he cares about you but might end up talking about how much he loves scented candles after mentioning how good you smell.

N   :   NAUGHTY.   what is your muse like in bed?

gentle - as states above, seamus is physically affectionate and for him that translates to gentleness in bed. think soft kisses to the color bone as his fingers curl in your hair and a complete dedication to making sure that you are having a good time because that’s what he tries to do.

I    :   I LOVE YOU.   does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

easy - seamus was raised in a household where it was said pretty frequently and if he’s not trying to make it complicated / romantic then he has no problem spitting out the three words. to his friends, to his classmates, to his cat, to everyone that he genuinely loves.

S   :   SWEETHEART.   did your muse have a childhood sweetheart?

see above.

T   :   TRUE LOVE.   does your muse believe in true love?

YES. but not in the sappy way of ‘we fell in love and everything was perfect’ but in a more earnest way of ‘i love you and you are worth fighting for even on the days that it isn’t easy’ and he knows that true love isn’t necessarily romantic in nature.

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ofmalfov‌:

HE LETS OUT A GRUNT, distaste and a blooming irritation spreading across his being —– but he says nothing in retaliation, not wanting to bite into whatever bait the other was setting out. ‘ whatever you say, finnigan. ’

he’s not really well acquainted with the gryffindor —– younger years spent strengthening bonds with his own house and mocking anyone else but his own. and now that he’s older and in somewhat of an important position, he sees just how useful it might’ve been if his younger self wasn’t, well, such a twat. ‘ congratulations to you and your achievement then, ’ he deadpans, twirling his wand before he cocks his head to the side with a blink. 

‘ you were trying.. to shrink parchment.. and managed to create sparks.. you — what. ’ he says, almost sounding exasperated and honestly puzzled. draco shakes his head, not wanting to think it through and as much as it seems pride lowering —– his position requires him to ask, ‘ nevermind. would you like some help ? ’

it’s easy to grin at the clear frustration even if malfoy doesn’t really react - it’s still nice to play out the overdone trope of house rivalries. ‘thank you, i’m expecting my order of merlin any day given the amount of building that i haven’t blown up.’ he snorts at the idea of being given an award for not committing crimes and thus preventing tragedies.

‘i once created a stream of flame while catching aguamenti, you know.’ it’s true and now that he thinks about it, he never did attempt the spell again. looking down at the slightly crisp parchment, he wonders what would have happened without malfoy around. huh, being grateful for a slytherin sure felt odd. ‘i would really appreciate it.’

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(     *     VALENTINE’S DAY ALPHABET   !    

send some letters to find out more about my muse   !

A   :   AFFECTION.   how does your muse show affection?

B   :   BOUQUET.   does your muse like flowers? which ones are their favourite?

C   :   CHOCOLATE.   does your muse like chocolate? which one is their favourite?

D   :   DATE.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

E   :   EMBRACE.   does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

F   :   FLIRT.   is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?

G   :   GIFT.   is your muse good at gift - giving or do they struggle to get it right?

H   :   HEART.   is your muse quick or slow to give their heart away?

I    :   I LOVE YOU.   does your muse find ‘i love you’ easy or hard to say?

J   :   JEALOUSY.   does your muse get jealous in a relationship?

K   :   KISS.   is your muse a good kisser? why / why not? 

L   :   LOVE.   who does your muse love?

M   :   MOONLIGHT.   what is your muse’s ideal date? where / who with / etc?

N   :   NAUGHTY.   what is your muse like in bed?

O   :   ODE.   does your muse have a way with words?

P   :   PARTNER.   what does your muse look for in a partner? looks / personality?

Q   :   QUESTION.   would your muse ask the big question or expect their partner to?

R   :   ROMANCE.   is your muse a romantic or a cynic?

S   :   SWEETHEART.   did your muse have a childhood sweetheart?

T   :   TRUE LOVE.   does your muse believe in true love?

U   :   UNREQUITED.   has your muse had their heart broken?

V   :   VALENTINE.   how does your muse feel about valentine’s day?

W  :   WEDDING.   would your muse get married? why / why not?

X   :   XOXO.   does your muse use / like pet names?

Y   :   YOURS.   does your muse get protective easily?

Z   :   ZZZ.   how many people has your muse slept with?

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angstyhero‌:

THE   WAR   HAD   BEEN   WON   yet   there   still   seemed   to   be   death,   destruction   and   sadness   wherever   he   turned.   He   had   defeated   Voldemort   but   it   hadn’t   been   ENOUGH.   All   those   deaths,   those   murders,   those   lives   lost   seemed   to   be   for   nothing   as   the   Wizarding   World   still   seemed   to   thrive   in   a   state   of   chaos.   Everyone   was   looking   to   the   Chosen   One,   to   figure   out   how   to   bring   about   peace,   to   save   more   lives   and   as   per   usual…Harry   James   Potter   hadn’t   the   faintest   clue.   

His   sleep   deprivation   was   apparent,   seeing   as   the   orphan   was   more   irritable   and   moody   than   normal,   the   night   terrors   he   was   plagued   by   at   night   taking   its   toll   on   the   little   sanity   he   had   left.   The   only   thing   that   brought   him   any   sense   of   happiness   was   witnessing   his   friends   and   loved   ones,   safe   and   happy.   Which   was   why   he   couldn’t   help   the   small   smile   that   threatens   to   expose   at   the   sight   of   Seamus.   “Attached   to   them,   huh?”   Harry   questions   with   a   small   smirk,   settling   in   beside   Seamus   as   he   place   a   gentle   hand   on   his   shoulder,   “Do   you   think   that’s   the   best   idea?   You   know…given   your   history   and   all   of   the…Phew.”   He   makes   ill   mimed   explosions   with   his   hands,   “Explosions?”

Seamus grins weakly when he realizes who it was sitting nearby, chuckling at the subtle dig at his well known issue. It was hard for him to understand how people could see Harry as little more than a hero after years of seeing him look entirely exhausted most of the time - even more so now when there wasn’t supposed to be anything to worry about. ‘More like they’re attached to me,’ he joked, the grin coming easily as he thinks about the first time that he lost his eyebrows and how ridiculous he had looked while they grew back in.

‘you know - i resent that.’ he had gotten better in his opinion though certainly wasn’t always the best. ‘most of the explosions now are intentional, after all.’ most, but not quite all he thought with a slight sigh. ‘okay so i’m still a fire hazard but if anyone can help me wouldn’t it be harry potter, boy-who-lived saviour of the world gryffindor royalty?’ the grin on his face clearly indicated that he was joking and he batted his eyelashes faux flirtatiously. 

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bookishspell‌:

      if there was one trait  that hermione didn’t have the time to be, it was gullible. there had been too many travesties in her lifetime to ever consider the daily prophet to be a legitimate source of information. especially how it was treated during the fearsome times on the war. it was abused heavily, and even though the ministry was different now; the fact that the ministery could have, even the slightest, influence on what was produced, made it strictly an outline for the bigger picture.   

      ‘ frankly i find it to be absurd. the few death eaters out there wouldn’t have the gull —– enticing the wizarding world with nonsense . ’ her head shook, beady eyes slowly rising up from the paper. perhaps the time turner wasn’t the only thing worth stealing, and the prophet was choosing to not detail that information. ‘ i just feel as though we’re not getting all the information that we need, which makes me believe there’s something else going on. i want a full investigation report, detailing every single magical artifact that was stolen, and a briefing on the investigation with the family. in fact —– ’

      a nod before grasping the paper and shoving it deep within her bag and rising from the table. when in doubt; go to the library. and if anything was for certain, she had more doubts than faiths in the ministry lately, especially since the temporarily appointed minister had absolutely no idea what was going on, and probably doesn’t know what to do next. ‘ come on, seamus —– let’s go to the library ! ’ peaking down at his belongings, she peers back down at him. 

seamus thought about that and he agreed, the death eaters as they knew them likely wouldn’t have risked that. or at least; they wouldn’t have done so without a leader pushing them to do so and he wasn’t sure who would have stepped into that position. ‘could be someone aside from the death eaters,’ he suggested, silently hoping that wasn’t the case. it would be better to face the evils that they knew again then having a whole new war. 

hermione’s rambling pulled him away from that thought and into another; once again causing him to be grateful that he had mostly avoided being pulled into all of the trio’s adventures throughout the years. ‘couldn’t you request that from the dmle? worth shooting off an owl, at least.’ although a single request would probably be ignored, they could double and triple up until the people in charge agreed to share the information.

‘the ibrary? uh, okay.’ how had she decided on that so quickly? oh well, he was already sucked into this no getting out now. picking up his bag, he shoves the paper in and stands up. snatching the half-eaten piece of toast from his place, he gestures for her to lead the way; given that she probably knows the way better than he does.

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ofmalfov‌:

THE HEAD BOY WATCHES in complete silence —– having chanced upon the gryffindor.  and instead of moving to stop whatever idiosyncrasy was about to start, he opted to just sit back and let finnigan deal with the consequences of his actions. but after a few moments of watching him almost set things on fire —– and hearing his plea, draco lets out a sigh as he moves to stand from the comforts of his chair.

‘ finnigan  ~ ’  he drawls, raising his wand to put out the spark. ‘ must you always make a fool of yourself ? ’ he questions with a raised brow and a cluck of his tongue,  before giving a shake of his head. ‘ seeing as you almost singed your eyebrows — again, i won’t be deducting any points for this recklessness. ’ draco gives him a stern look. ‘ just what were you trying to do anyway ? ’

the other seems annoyed, a fact which amuses seamus is for no other reason than purely childish spite. he grins, lips turning upwards in a grin that doesn’t look remotely innocent in nature before he replies, ‘of course i do! as long as it infuriates you, malfoy.’ because there is something relaxing about the house rivalries and the sense of normalcy that they provide.

‘i’ll have you know that it’s been a year and a half since i last singed off any hair,’ he said, turning his nose up slightly at the dig. it hit a little too close to home; it was just a little too accurate to not also be hurtful. ‘ i was trying to shrink the parchment

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devctos‌:

a sharp and nauseous sensation pricks at the pit of his stomach at the thought of something happening to his own . sleepless nights spent in the heart of some exotic european country , sweat trickling down the base of a nape : nothing to do the humidity and everything to do with pure unbridled fear . only blaise would know that his heart thrummed a little faster coddled by a radio every night hoping to god , to merlin , to whatever presence was out there that it wasn’t pansy , or theo , or draco who’s name was mentioned as the body count rose by the hour . a lesser part of him even wondered what he would’ve reacted like if said name was potter , or granger , or even fucking weasley , knowing that a tyrant had finally gained the results he wanted : one that mirrored his own beliefs but also hauntingly was so far away from what blaise knew to be morally right .

‘  don’t get me wrong , finnigan . but it’s got nothing to do with me what somebody wants with black’s timeless heirlooms . after all  , the daily prophet isn’t the most reliable of sources either . how do we even know if any of this is true , or some trying to instil fear into us ?  ’  nobody would know that sometimes the slytherin wondered if a life could’ve been saved if he had remained , a momentary weakness that blaise oddly resents himself for when he ultimately was the sole commander behind his own actions   ––   it was he that chose to save his own skin  , viper recoiling into the shadows when the prospect of survival was slim to none  ,  a self preservation technique that had never failed him before .

‘  perhaps . i think if we stop living in the past we can finally move on , but that’s just a personal thought . what good does it do us to keep reliving over memories ?  ’  finnigan couldn’t be further from him , and perhaps that was a good thing . blaise repressed his feelings because that’s all he damn well knew : saving face more important than any sort of emotional health he could possess . pureblood galas regurgitated once over blurring into the same monotony had been his training grounds , being told that he looked so much like the ghost of a man he never knew etching away at any sort of feelings he could iron out .   ‘  seems pretty pointless to me . i won’t be doing so this year , i want to get on with my life . since as it stands , some people can’t . ’

the thought that their news could be tainted again - that it could be being used to cause fear when there was nothing to fear - hit seamus like a sack of bricks. it had been bad enough when the news only knew what they could find out, when there was no way to know if they had missed a body but the idea of it being used as a weapon when there was no way to disprove it was heart wrenching in a different way. not knowing if your friends were surviving was a different sort of pain to not knowing if your family is dead when the papers say they are; a pain that hits too close to home imaginary or not. ‘then we’re screwed, zabini. plain and simple, if they’re reporting false crimes, they’re hiding something else and we’re all fucked.’

because that was the truth wasn’t it? if they couldn’t trust the news to not just make up murders, then they were doomed. and suddenly the walls of hogwarts felt like a gilded cage again - they would know only about each other’s safety. ‘perhaps leaving the past behind is easier said than done.’ his voice is low as anger continues to simmer; and oh god how much he’d love to use physical violence to solve all of his problems but he can hear dean’s disapproving voice when he so much as thinks of it. ‘good for you.’ he ground out, arms coming to cross over his chest as he leaned back into his own chair trying to put distance between them.

switch the topic. some voice inside suggested but to what? they weren’t friends, it was hardly as if they would have some friendly banter about quidditch. ‘and trust me, i think we all know the costs of the war.’ he can still see the glassy eyes of the fallen - the shocked expression permanently engraved into their faces before they took their final breaths. his fingernails dug into the soft skin of his palm as he mentally freed himself of that image for the moment; it was sure after all to return to him in his dreams. ‘so, you got any big plans then?’

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something in seamus was set off by the recent murder; something that he was still struggling to understand. in an effort to cope, he started writing a letter to his mom just to check in on her and his dad but it quickly spun out of control. what was originally meant to be a short letter turned into almost a dozen letters that he wanted to know if she would pass around ( best to save the owls the effort, he figured, since they lived in small town for the most part ). it was this course of action that lead to him trying - and failing miserably to learn a spell that would let him shrink down parchment.

the problem was that with every new attempt, came a new spark and evergrowing frustration as the smoke seeped into his clothes. this was why he avoided spells that he didn’t necessarily need to know - he may have gotten better but charms still weren’t his strong point. sighing, he looked over to a person sitting nearby. ‘please help me while i still have my eyebrows - i’ve gotten kind of attached to them in the last couple of years, y’know.’ the fact that they were still intact today was a miracle in and of itself.

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devctos·:

it ought to feel odd , though somehow , it doesn’t . not to blaise . hogwarts may be the grounds of a sacred grave - yard and the remnants of a bloodied battlefield to some  -  but to him it’s still as untainted as it had always been . ‘   today’s news is rather alarming , isn’t it ?   ’  with nose dipped between the pages of that day’s daily prophet ; it isn’t an uncommon stance to find the boy in , lazily flicking through the article in question as a hum sounds from his form .  (  half intrigued , half displeased . ) ‘   not that it really effects me , of course . mother has already been in touch . she has the family lawyer assuring her dubiously that the zabini vault has been completely unaltered . poor woman was in an awful state , especially when considering she’d only just transferred my own allowance to the gringotts account.  ’   the parchment is folded neatly and tucked into the breast of his jacket and he takes a few moments then to readjust himself . three firm raps of his fingers thrum against the surface beneath the stretch of a palm , other hand cooly adjusting his robes gleaming in their prideful silver and green . everything must be perfect this year , everything must be just so , the first hurdle leaving him unscathed whilst others weren’t as fortunate . apathy registers for the mourning of the family in their time of grievance , sure , but when death haunts each intertwining corridor hitting closer to home than he could ever know : is that the topic of conversation he wants to breach ?  of course not . 

the joints of the chair he’s sitting on groan underneath the weight of him as he tilts backwards , corners of his lips twitch up in a smile as he positively grins , teeth and all , a calmness instilled within the slytherin boy that could only ever accompany somebody so untouched by the war .  ‘ whomever is still a follower of his still must be completely bonkers , but i think that’s already a given . shame the ministry is in such a shambles though , you’d think after what transpired they’d be on higher alert .  ’

seamus knows that he ought not get annoyed - has been reminded enough times that not everyone experienced the war the same way; that not everyone felt unsafe in the halls they still live in, not everyone held first years after detention, that not everyone ended up bloodied and bruised and scarred for defending their friends. and yet, here he was listening to zabini and getting more and more irritated with every word, every breath, every sound. because to him, it felt like war was coming all over again, like everything that had left its mark already was back to do it all over again. but he knows, knows that he has no real right to be angry that the other doesn’t feel the same.

‘of course not.’ it comes out more curt than he means it and for a brief second he feels bad, feels guilty for villainizing someone who isn’t a villain at all. but then his fingers brushed over his noses as he reached up to pinch his bridge, feeling the smooth skin of the scar that sat there; and he didn’t feel all the guilty anymore. ‘such poor timing, that is.’ and how do purebloods do this? how do they pretend that nothing matters other than appearances, other than never ever going to far; because seamus knows that he never could. not that he would ever even try.

his hand flexes into a fist almost reflexively, but he catches himself before he does anything that he would regret; because despite what he would tell you, he knows that there are things that you can’t do if your reasoning boils down to them being an arsehole. ‘maybe we’re all bonkers - wanting to believe that this could ever be over, as if it isn’t about something bigger.’ and he had been a fool to believe that maybe the peace could be permanent.

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         IT WAS LIKELY THAT THE TWO CRIMES had nothing to do with one another, the person who wrote on the matter seems to just be trying to meddle with the minds of the wizarding world. besides, the death eaters who were most petrifying, in her mind, were locked away —- for good. it was difficult for her to picture that any one of the death eaters who got away would be so bold and risk their position so astoundingly close to the ministry. or perhaps, she needed to deny it —– deny all of it. the worst was supposed to be behind her, there shouldn’t be anymore threat to bear. but, perhaps there was. 

    chocolate hues roll near to the back of the witch’s skull, exasperating a rather miffed breath, slapping the paper down against the table.  ‘  i cannot believe this article —– first off, logically, there’s no way that both crimes could have been committed by the same exact person, why would someone want to murder normal wizards but then steal from the horrible lot of the black family, i mean, besides tonks & sirius that is…..    ’ slender digits wave through her bushy lock, trying to put each strand in a contained bun, however the attempt was futile. 

      ‘ perhaps they were the same person, the time turner missing and all. the ministry should have just left that in my possession, i certainly would have taken better precautions for it’s whereabouts.   ’  brows raise and then fall, quirking a soft nodd before slipping a bit of mashed potatoes between her soft lips. 

he caught himself falling for the prophet’s factless implications just before hermione begun speaking, groaning into the piece of toast that he had been eating. he really needed to break the habit of just mindlessly believing whatever the prophet said - especially if what was happening in the outside world was the beginning of a trend. taking a bite of toast, he listened to her as she spoke, watching her from across the table. 

‘ perhaps they had something worth stealing? i mean they have to have a plan, don’t they? ’ it wasn’t as though all of the death eaters were entirely hopeless - some of them had been supposedly upstanding citizens, well-educated ones at that. they had been bigots, sure, but they weren’t all akin to crabbe and goyle. ‘ family artifacts can hide secrets you know.’ and catch a pretty penny - but if they showed up that’d be far too obvious.

‘ they should have destroyed it - it always would have painted a target on the backs of however had it if it was the only one,’ he argued - thoughts drifting momentarily to spells flying through the halls of hogwarts, to the days under the rule of the carrow siblings and all the horrors of the war. pulling himself out of his thoughts, he shuddered. ‘some magic ain’t worth it.’

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  ╰    ˚            elliot fletcher.  twenty-one.  transmasculine non-binary.  he/him/they/them.    ┊      well,  if  it  isn’t  SHAY  on their way to  the first hogwarts feast   !   that’s SEAMUS FINNIGAN,  that  is   —   a  SECOND YEAR  from  GRYFFINDOR,  who is majoring in MAGIZOOLOGY,  and  rumour  has  it  that  they  plan to be a  KNEAZLE BREEDER.  i remember when they would MISCAST SPELLS CAUSING MINOR EXPLOSIONS & LAY OUT BY THE LAKE WITH THEIR CAT IN THE SUMMER,  and  they’ve  always  reminded  me  of  the smell of smoke thick in the air during a campfire, warms day spent out in the sun until night fall rolls around, freckles splattered over skin in the pattern of constellations, fields filled with clover, the scent of a guiness straight from the tap, notes lost inside a backpack only to be found when they’re needed most and idle gossip with friends over tea. pinterest

hi, i’m cam!! i’m 21 years and live in the est timezone - and i’ll be playing my lovely, fiery child: seamus finnigan! so let me introduce him a lil eh? ( wow the canadian jumped out of me ) also if you want to plot you can im me here or on discord: camcelled#5090

so seamus’ mom? kneazle breeder? her mom? kneazle breeder? seamus? going to be a kneazle breeder - he has a kneazle named sunshine who he lovingly calls sunny

he has a penchant for fire as we all know - he still struggles with casting more complicated spells without blowing things up - but he is pretty good at fire-based spells

since the war, he has tried to be more mindful of who he trusts and what he believes but he still falls for gossip pretty often because he’s gullible

loves his classes. magical creatures? beautiful. iconic. wonderful.

tries to rope people into playing chess with him b/c he refuses to continue losing to ron all the time.