* — mess is mine

indie { multi-muse } rp blog. featuring canons & ocs from the harry potter universe —— semi-selective. mun is 20+. gmt. ❛ Do you like walking in the rain ?? When you think of love, do you think of pain ?? You can tell me what you see I will choose what I believe ❜

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Colin Ford ph. Connor Cruze

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( — fleurxdelacour )

“uh huh.” fleur wasn’t buying any of his reasons right now, she’s pretty sure that even if it’s not his complete fault, he still have done some part on doing it. “because you have done some mischief, and you shouldn’t be doing one too.” Fleur said as she crossed her arms signifying that she wasn’t pretty much happy with what he have done and with the reasoning he’s throwing to her right now. “you’re in big trouble young man… well..” she sighed, “not that much big, and don’t even bother talking about zis about your father. Unless you could think of some ways I could forgive you?” Fleur said giving her son a chance. 

“i know  —  sorry ma.” a mumble passed through the hufflepuff’s lips, gaze dropping to the floor as scuffed trainers kicked gently at it. as much as louis tried it wasn’t the first time this had happened, nor would it likely be the last that he got into a fight for reacting to whatever else someone had said — but that wasn’t what to tell his mum. “please can you not tell dad, or dom and vic.” they’d all give the same speech, mirror fleur’s disappointed expression with a remarkable accuracy that always left an unwelcome feeling of guilt building in the pit of his stomach. “uh, i could cook? or promise not to do it again without really good cause?” 

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Send “Stay behind me” for my muse’s reaction to yours gently pushing them behind their body.

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( — imogenevergreen )

“Fine, but it’ll have to be in Care of Magical Creatures or Defense. I’m rubbish at the other stuff, and if it was Potions…well, I’m boycotting it.” Imogen chewed on her lip as tapped her fingers on the table. She wasn’t the smartest, but then again, she never wanted to try. She never stayed in a school long enough to even be able to get comfortable. Old habits die hard.

“Calm down, 007.” She muttered helping herself to another piece of toast. “You just need a name that nobody will connect to you. Or hell, it could be something random as calling you Sir Spork.” 

“everyone knows i’m useless at defense anyway — we could work with that, then no matter how MUCH   ‘ tutoring ’  we do, no one will question anything when i don’t start to improve after a while.” friends had tried as much before. mason’s talents just didn’t lay in the realm of defensive spells, but that was  WHY  this mattered to him. it was his chance to contribute, to do something worth being remembered for rather than as a somewhat shoddy dueller.

“sir spork may stop people from taking me as seriously as i’d like them to, even if they don’t know it’s ME that they’re listening to.” a light grin takes shape over his lips, free hand rubbing thoughtfully against the back of his neck as his mind drifts elsewhere through the logistics of their plan. “do you think a   DIFFERENT   empty classroom each week would work?”

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( — protectivematriarch )

“ Oh, you sound just like your father “ Her eyes closed while she shook her head, she didn’t mind, of course, but sometimes it seemed like she was the only one seeing the similarities between Louis and Bill which could be rather annoying at times. Molly shook her head, gently letting her hand slide through her grandson’s hair while a sigh passed her lips when had he grown so much anyway? It seemed like it was yesterday she got to hold Louis for the first time. “ You are your father’s son, in my eyes at least. “

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“You think so?” Louis glanced up, eyes too bright at the though to crinkle cynically as they would were anyone else to say those same words. He always wanted to be more like his dad, like Bill, yet most the time he felt like the furthest thing from him no matter what he did. Molly would know though, surely, if someone would  — she knew Bill better than anyone. “People say I’m like maman, but I'm never like him.” The blond shrugged, leaning into his grandmother’s touch as fingers picked absently at a splinter on the side of the chair. One day. He kept waiting for the one day to show his dad he was as brave as him, or at least could be close. Until then Louis was just glad for his grandmother thinking it, there were few other people whose opinion mattered as much as her's anyway. “ — do you think he believes I’ll ever be like him?” 

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protector / protectee starters

“no. you can’t go, it’s too dangerous.”

“it’s not dangerous. i’ll be fine.”

“i’m not going to let anything happen to you.” 

“you can’t keep me safe from everything.”

“just be careful.” 

“i’m always careful.”

“you’re going to get yourself hurt.”

“i won’t get hurt, i promise.”

“i won’t let them hurt you.”

“you can’t save me from this.”

“please try and stay out of trouble.”

“if anything happened to you…” 

“i’m not sure how to keep you safe.”

“i’m not going to let you out of my sight.”

“this is the only way to keep you safe.”

“you can’t keep an eye on me twenty four seven.”

“everywhere you go, i go.”

“it’s not your job to protect me.”

“it’s my job to protect you.”

“don’t worry, i’ve got you.”

“no one will hurt you as long as i’m breathing.”

“you don’t understand how dangerous this is.”

“please come back in one piece.”

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Send me a “📱” and I will answer the following:

What was my muses 5 last sent texts yours?

What was my muses 5 last unsent texts yours.?

What was my muses last snapchat to yours?

What my muse saved your number as?

What contact photo my muse has set for yours?

What ringtone my muse has set for yours?

How many times my muse has called your this week?

How many calls has my muse missed from yours?

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( — imogenevergreen )

The pleading tugged at her heart. It was important to Mason, and getting the issues out was important to her as well. Maybe she didn’t need it as much as Mason as she kept herself busy with Quidditch and detentions. Yet it was a genius idea, if done correctly.

With a sigh, she leaned on the table. “We’ll need to find a place to broadcast and a way to broadcast. We’ll need an excuse to be out of the common room. It can’t eat into Quidditch practice or my solo drills or else it’ll look suspicious.” Imogen said quietly. It was her way of saying she was in it for the long haul. 

“And, you’ll  definitely need a new identity.” Imogen’s brain was reeling with ideas and plans, but she kept them to herself. There were too many people around. 

although she didn’t say it imogen’s words were enough for a grin to turn on the corner’s of mason’s lips, taking the thoughts as agreement — at least as close to it as he was going to get. the idea was a great one but he wasn’t naive to the extent that he believed he could get it done himself. he did need her help, especially in the beginning. 

“i don’t know a place, but we could always say you’re tutoring me, use that as an excuse for needing to find somewhere quiet and out the way? it’s boring enough no one would bother asking any questions.” his fingers tugged absently at the end of his sleeve, eyes darting up to her with a hint of amusement. “it won’t mess with your quidditch time, i promise - i wouldn’t dare.” mason might not play, but he sure knew better than to interrupt her doing so.  

“a new identity  — sounds cool. always thought i should be the kind of guy with a codename and people trying to hunt him down.”

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( — cavallrie )

she was not a fan of violence in every case, she despised it. but, it was her brother defending her and it was hard to stay mad at him. “ it’s your duty to protect me?” she repeated, arching her brow “ don’t listen to assholes who talk shit about my back lou — ” dominique had to be fair, it was her who didn’t feel comfortable at hogwarts anymore and maybe her brother thought, that the boy who talked shit about her back possibly was the reason, or one of the reasons. “ please tell me they didn’t expel you from school, because if maman finds out then… well you know her when she gets mad ”

perhaps duty had been the wrong word, yet louis sure wasn’t going to be the sort of guy who let people talk about his sister without doing something about it. his only regret around the situation was that dom had found out about the fight before he could make a better excuse to explain just why he had gotten into it. “well — now you don’t have to listen to them saying that shit.” a shrug passed the hufflepuff’s shoulders, his free hand pulling backwards through messy blond curls. it was stupid to think maybe if dom felt better about hogwarts she might be happier being there, being with him, but a part of louis hadn’t been able to push away the thought after it had first crossed through his mind. “expelled? no — merlin, i have detention every day for a few weeks, but he started it too, it wasn’t one-sided enough to get me kicked out. you wont tell her about it, right?”

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( — codemarlene )

The Hogshead was at its busiest - the regulars had found their way in after dinner, and anyone else who wanted a drink away from the chaos of the Three Broomsticks was there as well. Although not exactly a chatty bunch (the general cloaked culture of the place getting in the way ) this was when Marlene had the most company. This was good for the Order of course, as it was generally when she heard something useful. But it also was good for her, staving off the boredom as the conversations at the Hogshead always promised to be interesting. 

The creaking of the door alerted Marlene to the arrival of another customer, and as per usual she glanced up to try to ascertain something about the new guest. Her quick glance shifted, however, to a narrowed eyed stare. She’d recognize that scrawny build and that cloak just about anywhere. She turned away for a moment to fill a drink and answer a regular’s questions (part of her job was to charm them after all). When she turned back, she rose an eyebrow and spoke in a lowered voice. 

“Do your head boy and girl know about the hooligans that are running about the taverns in the evenings? Maybe I should write one a letter and let them know.” Her words were threatening, but her voice was affectionate. She couldn’t really be angry with him for coming to see her, but Merlin didn’t he know what kind of risk it was to wander out after dark?

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on the best of days the passages to hogsmeade were creepy and damp. when it was later in the evening than dusk they managed to surpass that to disturbingly eery, and yet mason had done the walk enough times that it struggled to seem too bad when at the end of it was the chance to see his older sister. he’d done it enough times to know going later meant he was less likely to be seen, blending in with the hogsmeade crowds until the hogshead was visible in the distance and the hufflepuff could duck unnoticed through the door into the warmth of the inside. 

it took only the raise of blue eyes to spot her familiar blonde hair behind the bar, knowing too well marlene would have probably of recognised him the moment he entered as he made his way to an empty seat up at the counter. the place was busy but mason was happy to just talk to his sister in the moments she had spare, fingers tapping absently against the dull wooden counter top as eyes trailed across the back of the bar to prevent them lingering over a copy of the daily prophet plastered with any new list of missing people — grateful not to have to wait long for marlene’s distraction. 

“hooligans?” he repeated with a grin, momentarily pretending to ponder on the word. “if i see some i’ll be sure to warn them both.” his joking overshadowed the fact that perhaps it wasn’t safe for him to still be coming out, not anymore, but he couldn’t not. seeing marlene was one of the few things that kept him sane as he pulled a hand back through messy hair. “you miss me enough to pour your favourite brother some firewhiskey?” 

[melamemea]

misc. angst. // sentences .

“ I just wanna feel something. ”

“ Can you really judge me for being this way? ”

“As if you were any better! ”

“ You don’t understand what it’s like, you really don’t. ”

“ Oh yeah? You know what? Fuck you. That’s what. ”

“ There is so much pain, and I… I don’t know how to not notice shit. ”

“ I hate what I see. ”

“ I wish I had never met you. ”

“ Do you think I’ll ever be as pretty as her/him ?”

“ You don’t need to pretend to give a shit about me just because people are watching. ”

“ Fuck you. ”

“ Where were you !? ”

“ Get the fuck out! ”

“ I can’t look at you right. ”

“ What do you want from me, ( Name ) !? ”

“ I can’t do this anymore. It’s over. Leave me alone. ”

“ Nothing is going to change. Nothing. Get that into your head. ”

“ Trust y o u ? I did trust you ! And you broke my heart ! ”

“ I gotta go. ”

“ You know what? Fuck this. I’m out. ”

“ Life is one fucking beauty contest after another, fuck that. ”

“ Suddenly i’m not good enough for you, is that it? ”

“ I don’t know how to change it. ”

“ I’m so scared that this feeling won’t ever go away. ”

“ I feel like shit when I’m alone, I feel like shit when I’m with you; nothing is going to change, not even you make me happy anymore, so what’s the fucking point, huh? ”

“ It’s fine. It’s not like you belonged to me to begin with. ”

“ Do me a favor? Stop calling me pretty because it makes me uncomfortable. ”

“ It hurts — because it mattered! At least to me, but… ”

“ Why… do nice people choose the wrong people to date? ”

“ We accept the love we think we deserve. ”

“ I can’t be with you. I won’t be with you. ”

“ You’re all I have! ”

“ Stop blaming me for your mistakes !”

“ What do you want me to do then!? ”

“ Looking at you is a constant reminder of how I fucked up. So could you please… please just… go away? ”

“ I under what it’s like to be different. ”

“ I’m very different. ”

“ I’m damaged. ”

“ Everyone leaves. It’s okay. I’m cool with it. ”

“ What do normal people do when they get this sad? ”

“ Because of what you did — I’m damaged! ”

“ I’m too fucking sick of the world. ”

“ Why is this so hard ? Jesus christ… ”

“ I can’t remember the last time I felt this… bad. ”

“ I guess I saw it coming, but I chose to ignore it. I chose to look away because I thought… I thought that this time would be different. What a joke. ”

“ I’m never the one. ”

“ Your choice is simple, her/him/them or — me. I’m sure she’s / he’s / they are great, but I… I love you.”

“ Oh… you’re staying with her/him/them. ”

“ I’m in love with him. ”

“ You knew this was going to happen, and you fucking let it — do you… do you even have a heart? ”

“ You’re so fucking cold. ”

“ I need you to need me back! ”

“ I really do hope that you’re happy. ”

“ I try — so hard… and… I’m never the one.”

“ He’s an asshole, he just can’t hide it anymore. ”

“ Jesus Christ (name) , could you just… do something?”

“ I’m sorry! I can’t help it! I don’t even want it!”

“ That was your fault. ”

“ Why can’t you admit that you can’t stand what I am !?”

“ I’m upset! ”

“ Do you have any idea… what you’ve put me through? ”

“ I’m sorry I’m not the perfect person you want me to be! ”

“ You must have all the answers then. ”

“ I’ll figure it out. ”

“ Don’t come running to me when you change your mind. It’s over. I’m done. ”

“ Don’t ever call me again. ”

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( — loathedlineage )

                                          “Uh– …. n-no.”

Emerald orbs wide and expression strangely innocent, Amelia looked like a deer caught in headlights. Uncertainty laced her tone however it wasn’t because she was unsure of her answer (she knew it perfectly well), but because she was unsure of what kind of response she would endure. She had been assured muggleborns were just as new as she was to the wizarding world though Amelia felt her situation was a completely different one altogether. Granted, she doubted the boy knew of her ‘situation’ but it wasn’t enough to help ease her feelings of unsureness. 

                                “I’ve only really heard about it and honestly it,                                 uh– … well, let’s just say the idea of watching                                 people fall a thousand feet and break every                                 bone in their body isn’t exactly my idea of a                                 ‘fun time’.”

        “Oh, well you should definitely come to a game then — my next one.” 

There was a part to Oliver that always forgot qudditch wasn’t ingrained in everyone, that not all witches and wizards had parents who took them to watch the sport before they could yet walk. It was a fact he only recalled at her words, shoulders raising in an apologetic gesture though the spark that never left his eyes at a mention of quidditch remained alongside what was just short of a cocky grin, but instead lingered somewhere alike to cheerful certainty that she would love the sport were she to witness it firsthand. 

                    “ — hearing about it is totally different to seeing. Rough sport,                       but people rarely plummet to the ground during a normal match                       with too severe consequences, I came out of doing so alright in                       my own fifth year, ‘reckon you’d like it, if you came along.” 

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Louis: My first thought upon waking up every morning is usually "the fuck?"