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Phillip Kingsbury 30|Alchemist|Neutral If you are member of the Order, the answer is still no. If you're a Death Eater, piss off. If you're trying to bother Mr. and Mrs. Flamel, no I will not give out their information. Really, just don't bother me. At all. Not for questions or emergencies. Just don't bug me at all. Especially mum — I told you, I'm fine.

[phillipkingsbury]

Owen, Marcus, Kadrea

“A challenge in a different way. Blimey...”

Fuck: I suppose Owen, only because I know him less well. Cute sort, though.

Marry: Kadrea, for the greater familiarity. I think we could make that arrangement work.

Kill: Marcus. I feel it’s just sort of... well, Death Eater, you know? Logical option, no matter how pretty the face.

[phillipkingsbury]

Fenrir, Hestia, Draco!

“Aherm... Well.”

Fuck: I’d say Hestia, I suppose. Marrying into her family... well, no offense, but that sounds like a bad idea just now.

Marry: I can’t believe I’m saying this, but... I have to go with Draco. At least he and his family made a smarter choice than sticking with You-Know-Who. But... ech... I could deal with it. I could. I definitely could.

Kill: Fenrir. Hands down. No contest.

[heeeeresjohnny-blog]

Reblog for a 'fuck, marry, kill' in your ask.

[phillipkingsbury]

drxcoluxius:

“A rogue what wondering around where?” Draco sneered, his upper lip curling in mild distaste. He’d hoped that he could have been left alone for the rest of this blasted event in peace–perhaps he’d even be able to snag a corner where he could drink in solitude with his thoughts. But then this fumbling, bumbling fool came along. And he looked…strangely familiar.

“If you haven’t noticed, there’s hundreds of people milling about the place. No one’s really stuck out much.”

The voice which answered him, and the sneering face which went with it, were unfortunately familiar. But Phillip chose not to think much of it. He’d irritated many people in his life, especially lately. “I’ve noticed, actually, that’s why I was asking. Really, Leia from Star Wars not ringing any bells?” He eyed the younger man’s costume, elegant but hard for Phillip to place at the moment. “She’s a bit more recognizable than you are, at least. I’ll go with... Posh Secondary School Boy Drinking Dad’s Money Away? If so, you’ve nailed it.”

[phillipkingsbury]

love-dark-secret:

“What the hell is a Leia? And what’s a blaster?” Hestia turned and the first thing she expected to see was another gothic girl with her boyfriend, all dressed in black, heavy make up, pale faces to look more dead than alive, leather jackets and victorian accesories, but she got the surprise of her life to see a pair of familiar blue eyes, the same blue eyes that had fought alongside her against those Death Eaters in the apothecary shop in Diagon Alley only a few months ago. “Merlin’s beard, it’s you! Blue eyes!” Hestia only reacted and wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug. “You’re that insufferable but handsome idiot that kept talking about the frog’s eyes!”, she smiled and let him go. “You’re alive! I’m so glad to see you again! I thought they had caught you or worse, but you’re here”. The Carrow witch laughed and again wrapped her arms around him, squeezing him tight and getting a few strange looks from the people around them.

How did someone not know Star Wars? Alright, that wasn’t a fair question; Lizzie was obsessed with it, and he only knew anything about it because she’d made him go see it with her a dozen times. He opened his mouth to explain in what he planned to be a fairly calm tone, but was surprised to find a familiar face looking back up at him. “I... huh?” Phillip’s mind raced fast as a hippogriff as the redheaded witch crushed him with a hug, but eventually he caught up and felt an odd sense of relief wash over him. “And here you are! Merlin’s beard, I thought for sure you were dead or worse.” Where the Death Eaters were concerned, there were definitely worse options than death. That she’d made it out in one piece was a miracle, and certainly assuaged some of his fears about the whole debacle that had arisen that day. He chuckled and awkwardly returned the hug as best he could, what with holding two glasses of punch. “Gave those arseholes a piece of your mind, I take it?”

[phillipkingsbury]

“Lizzie? Lizzie? Oh for god’s sake...” Phillip pivoted several times, trying to catch a glimpse of his sister’s braid-bedecked head in the crowd, but there were so many bodies milling about that he couldn’t spot her anywhere. Why did they need punch? He shouldn’t have gone for it, he should have just... okay, well, Accio-ing it across a crowd of Muggles was probably a bad idea. But still. Now, keep calm, Phill, she’s a grown woman, and these are... probably all Muggles. More likely than not. He took a deep breath, in through his nose and out through his mouth. He was just getting worked up by the crowd and the fact that he hadn’t seen Elizabeth, or even spoken to her, in two years. It would be okay. He would find her. Maybe... maybe he should just ask around? Someone might have spotted her. Phillip turned and tapped the nearest person on the shoulder. “Pardon me, you haven’t seen a rogue Leia wandering around and shoving her blaster in people’s faces, have you?”

[phillipkingsbury]

EVENT #3 — The Witching Hour

“The Force runs strong in my family. My father has it. I have it. And... my sister has it.”

While the desperate Howler from his mother didn’t prompt him to respond to her directly, it did give Phillip the idea to reach out to his sister. Elizabeth has moved on with her own life, and though she was quite reluctant to let Phillip part ways with the family after Laura died, she was moved almost to tears at the sound of his voice. They talked for hours, catching up on what was new with her while carefully avoiding talking about Phillip’s work, his grief, or what was going on in the wizarding world around them. It was Lizzie’s idea that they should meet up again for Halloween. She knows he isn’t much for parties, but she was planning on going with a gentleman friend who... well, they parted ways recently and... you know... maybe he could come with her instead? Phillip had hardly realized what a hole existed in his life without his little sister, and he agreed to go before giving the invitation proper thought. But once he said yes, he could hardly go back on his word. Not after having pushed her out for two years.

Apparently, Lizzie and her ex were going to attend London’s big monster mash as Leia and Han from Star Wars (an obsession of hers since they were children), but it hardly felt appropriate to go as her character’s love interest. So a much happier arrangement was made: they would go as Luke and Leia, with Phillip providing a charmed lightsaber and blaster gun that looked (and behaved) like the real deal. Lizzie had to be reminded multiple times to keep the safety on and not fire her blaster off in the middle of a crowd of Muggles, who unlike her were ignorant of magic. Phillip’s apprehensions about tonight are based solely on reconnecting with his non-magical sister and surviving yet another fancy dress party. Little does he know he should have much bigger concerns on his mind.

[phillipkingsbury]

Phillip Aeneas Kingsbury! This is your mother, please answer my letters! I'm worried sick about you! Come home, dear, I have cookies!

Phillip blinked several times as the Howler incinerated itself. Itwas just like her to close a Howler message with a promise of confections. Alsojust like her to send a Howler in desperation, knowing that the damnable thingswere impossible to ignore and leave unopened.

He sighed and sat back in his work chair, rubbing his hands overhis face, fingertips massaging his closed eyes to work away some of theweariness they felt. She still hadn’t given up after all this time. It wasdepressing beyond description, though comforting in an odd sort of way. Thingsstayed the same as much as they changed.

But he had no intention of replying. He hadn’t spoken to either ofhis parents or even his sister in over two years. He wasn’t about to break thatstreak now. Not when things were heating up so much around them. Not when hiswork was finally becoming so engrossing that he’d not even left the house inthree days.

And yet…

And yet he continued to stare at the pile of ash on his desk, limbs seemingly frozen in place. He wasn’t thinking about answering her. No, definitely not that. He didn’t want to, anyway. He’d never wanted anyone intruding on his feelings, on his grief. They’d tried so hard to intrude, to mollify, to coddle him and make him feel better and help him heal when he’d never wanted to heal. That was why he’d separated himself from them in the first place. They were too kind in this blackened, unforgiving world, and he didn’t want or need their kindness when all he wanted was to hurt and let the hurt guide him. Propel him to new, great discoveries. Help him fix the world, which was beyond healing.

So he would not answer his mother, no matter how a little part of his heart hurt at the thought of how she must feel knowing he’d ignored her like this.

But there was someone he could see himself reaching out to. It had been long enough… perhaps she would have moved past trying to heal him. Maybe she would understand that he didn’t want to heal, but to fix.

After several more minutes of deliberation, Phillip stood and headed downstairs into the kitchen. He nearly turned round and went back upstairs as his hand shuddered over the receiver buttons, but his feet held fast. With the number dialed and the speaker to his ear, he waited, forgetting for a moment to breathe until a soft voice answered on the other end.

“Lizzie. It’s me. … Yeah, yeah, it’s been a while.”

[phillipkingsbury]

♚ PHILLIP KINGSBURY ♚ — Love Lost

The One remains, the many change and pass;      Heaven's light forever shines, Earth's shadows fly;      Life, like a dome of many-colour'd glass,      Stains the white radiance of Eternity,      Until Death tramples it to fragments. — Percy Shelley, Adonaïs

[phillipkingsbury]

Top 5 reasons why you're so handsome!

“Ah… ahem, well. I really wouldn’t be able to say. I suppose perhaps some people might find… uh… my hair? To be nice? Of course they don’t see me when I’ve been in my lab for three days so And maybe they think I dress well. I do make an effort to dress well when I go out. So… there’s two things… The only other thing I can think of is my intelligence, which is quite high if I may say so.”

[phillipkingsbury]

top ten reasons why you love laura

“……..”

The smile she gave me when she rolled over in the mornings, still half asleep and completely relaxed.

The laugh she’d give at even the silliest things, which I swear was so happy it could actually make fairies manifest if she laughed long enough.

The warmth of her skin against mine when we sat together and watched a film, or held hands walking down the street, or curled up around each other at night.

The determination that burned through everything she did, whether it was her degree or her job or her love for adventure… she couldn’t be stopped.

The way she always made the best out of even the bleakest scenario. No meal was too burned to salvage, no project too daunting to finish.

The way she soothed me when I got too nervous. I’ll never know how she did it… If I didn’t know better I’d say she had some magic in her blood after all.

The way she explored everything and anything she found interesting. She was willing to go to even the most boring of places if she thought she might find something of interest there, or learn something new.

Also, the way she would snort a little if she laughed really hard. It was the cutest thing you’ve ever heard, and she had no shame over it at all.

The way she made every room she walked into feel like home. When we bought our first house, I thought it would take ages for me to settle into it. But no, by dinner the first night, I felt as though I’d lived there for years.

The way she gave chances and love freely, even when she had nothing to benefit from it. The way she gave me a chance, even though I made a fool of myself. The way she loved me, even though I was sometimes a little difficult to love.

[phillipkingsbury]

top 5 books

“Oh good grief… erm, give me a minute to think… Well, these aren’t in any specific order, but these are the five I love and return to most often.”

Percy Shelley’s Adonaïs. I’d qualify it as a book since I own a copy of it by itself, not in a collection of his work. I’m not really one for poetry, but it has a lot of imagery in it that I find… rather moving. And it helped me a great deal after Laura… and it’s proven a great inspiration for much of my work since.

Paracelsus’s Volumen Paramirum. Although we’ve progressed our field a great deal since his time, this is one of the quintessential treatises on alchemy and frankly, I judge fellow alchemists rather harshly if they’ve never read it.

This may sound a bit lame, but I actually rather enjoyed A History of Magic. Coming from a half-Muggle family, I didn’t necessarily grow up just hearing about many of the magical events that most wizards just know about from birth, so it was fun to learn about them.

Stephen Hawking’s A Brief History of Time. Really, it’s criminal to write off Muggles as simple when work like this exists. He lays it all out very plainly for anyone to understand and it’s absolutely riveting. I could honestly go on for hours about it, if you have the time.

J.R.R. Tolkien’s The Hobbit. My father read it to me as a boy. Since by then he knew my mother was a witch and I’d started showing signs of magical talent, he thought I’d enjoy seeing things like magic in a good light to make things a little easier. Obviously, Tolkien had a very different view of how magic should work, but I admire his vision and the depths he went to with his world.

[phillipkingsbury]

top five places you've visited

“I think I answered something like this a while ago. Mmm... yes, here’s the list. I’ve given it some thought, but I can’t think of anything I would change. The top five there are all my top five places I’d recommend anyone to visit. Though it’s hard to get invites to Uagadou if you’re not an alumnus, but still. Worth it if you can.”

[troublefindsme]

Ask me my "TOP 5/TOP 10" anything!

[lordxalexander-blog]

In a lonely magical bookshop on the edge of London, with only a handful of clients who scurried in and out of its tight quarters each and every day, Alexander Barrett perused the shelves, searching for something that would give him insight into an ability that had become of recent…interest to him.

“Blasted lighting in here is made for a bat,” he hissed under his breath, drawing his hood up and over his head to further disguise himself, lest his beloved wife or one of her rats find him here.

[phillipkingsbury]

“I hear ‘Lumos’ is good for fixing that.” Phillip couldn’t help himself. Despite the fiasco of his Agrippa Award ceremony day, he’d been in a much better mood than usual. Perhaps it was the fact that he’d managed to get out of the Ministry of Magic while it was on lockdown for an Order of the Phoenix infiltration. That sort of thing was a confidence booster the likes of which he’d rarely felt. That alone was enough to make him positively chipper

Perhaps it was also the renewed sense of purpose he’d found on the heels of receiving the award. Though his meeting with the MRC had been a quantifiable disaster, it had given him a good deal to think about, which had in turn given him a new perspective on his current pursuits. Thus he found himself amiably quipping at a stranger as he browsed for the volume he was looking for. “I understand what you mean, though. This shop alone accounts for probably fifty percent of my failing eyesight.”

[phillipkingsbury]

Mr. Alchemist, you're so handsome! Are you single?

“Uh... ahem, well... Thank you, that’s quite, um... That’s generous of you. Yes, yes I am indeed single, and I feel it should stay that way. Much safer all around. But again, thanks, that’s... I’m very flattered.”

[msmarvel]

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