Voiceless Magic

Independent roleplay blog for an OC from JK Rowling's Wizarding World of Harry Potter Michael "Puddles" Puddleton - Hufflepuff - Deaf - Fat - Rubbish at Magic Please read "About" and "Rules" before interacting! var sc_project=11650656; var sc_invisible=1; var sc_security="51232d7c";

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hogwarts au sentences.   let’s put those harry potter aus into good use. contains 40+ dialogue starters relating to hogwarts — some mention different houses and the occasional canon event, but a lot can be used by anybody. feel free to switch around pronouns, diction, and the like to make them more suitable for your muse’s mouth.

“ can you cast a patronus? ”

“ i saw muggle textbooks when i was visiting family for the holidays, and honestly? sure, i could maybe die falling off the stairs if i had a sleepwalking habit, but at least i’m not doing algebra right now. ”

“ do you think a dog animagi could have puppies? ”

“ how did you explain to your friends why you were switching schools? ”

“ sorry, all the other carriages are full, i’m sitting here whether you want it or not. ”

“ i wonder if there are people who can speak parseltongue but with like… bunnies. ”

“ i’m tired, and i want to go to bed, and i’ve been sitting here, trying to figure it out for like an hour, save me: what has a head but no body, but does have a tail? ”

“ what do threstals look like? ”

“ do you ever wash your cauldron? ”

“ trying to sneak into the forbidden section three times in a row is either the most badass or the most nerdy thing you’ve ever done. ”

“ if i go to hospital wing, i have to explain how i got it. i need to solve this with a spell. ”

“ no, i just never realised other people see the carriages being pulled by thin air. ”

“ when did you get the dark mark? ”

“ SOMEBODY CATCH MY TOAD! ”

“ mudblood. ”

“ who was the guy your boggart turned into? ”

“ where did you learn that? ”

“ sorry, but you couldn’t pay me to put my name in that thing. ”

“ do you still have that leaf in your mouth? ”

“ you’re the most injury-prone [quidditch position] i’ve ever met. ”

“ congratulations, head [boy/girl/pupil]. ”

“ imagine being a straight couple right now. ”

“ i’m going to have to fight my parents. ”

“ sorry, is this your owl/toad/cat? [they’re] beautiul. ”

“ do you think you could sneak to the astronomy tower with me tonight? ”

“ i actually haven’t asked anyone for the yule ball with me. ”

“ [name] got petrified, didn’t [they]? i’m sorry. ”

“ have you met the new DADA professor yet? how was it? ”

“ next time [name] pushes you again, i swear to god i’m hexing [their] arse. ”

“ i ate something and now my face is purple. i’m NOT coming out! ”

“ it’s vinegar. i knocked on the wrong barrel. ”

“ don’t look at me like that, i’m just trying to steal your body heat. it’s cold down here, okay? ”

“ how the hell can someone like you be in [house]? ”

“ come to think of it, i don’t think i’ve ever seen a ginger slytherin. ”

“ i didn’t even know i was afraid of heights before i came to this bloody school. ”

“ finding places to cuddle in would be a lot easier if we were at the same house. ”

“ are both of your parents muggles? ”

“ when you said you wanted to go to hogsmeade together with me, did you mean like… a date kind of ‘together’? ”

“ i wonder how many peole have banged in the room of requirements. ”

“ why must the plants sing? ”

“ sorry, you’re not getting the password from me. ”

“ have fun in potions. try not to punch anyone. ”

“ of course i’m fine. i mean, who wouldn’t want to be told they’re going to have a painful, grim death, on their first divination class? ”

“ are all [ravenclaws/gryffindors/slytherins] assholes, or is that just you? ”

“ dude, it was definitely two feet on vampires. how screwed are you? ”

“ how are we playing? classic or bavardian rules? ”

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Nonverbal RP Starters

I’m finding it difficult to find memes for nonverbal characters ( be they mute, or just not fond of talking ) so I thought I’d make a few!

Neutral

☝️ Tap my muse on the shoulder

👉 Point to something for my muse to see

🤙 Bump into my muse

😊 Sit down next to my muse

🤨 Sit down across from my muse

📓 Push/Slide [an object] across a table to my muse

✍️ Pass my muse a note

🙄 Roll their eyes at my muse

🚪 Tap on a table/door/wall/chair to get my muse’s attention without speaking

Aggressive

🐺 Growl at my muse

😬 Snarl/show teeth at my muse

😠 Death Glare at my muse

🙌 Push/Shove my muse

👊 Punch my muse

👖 Kick my muse in the shin

👠 Stomp on my muse’s foot

😵 Knee my muse in the gut

💀 Knee my muse in the groin

🔪 Point a weapon at my muse

🖕 Flip my muse the bird/a similar gesture

👔 Roughly pull my muse down by the collar

💢 Bang on a door/wall/table to get my muse’s attention- angrily

Angst

👩‍⚕️ Put pressure on my muse’s wound

🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention

🥣 Bring my muse soup/medicine when they are sick

🤢 Hold my muse’s hair back/Rub my muse’s back while they are sick/throwing up

👐 Hold my muse when they are badly wounded/dying

👁 Wake my muse up during a nightmare

🐱 Hold my muse after a nightmare

😭 Hold my muse when they are crying

😢Touch my muse’s shoulder while they are crying in secret

💧 Wipe away my muse’s tears

💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment

⛈ Find my muse after some kind of trauma

Soft

👕 Tug on my muse’s sleeve/shirt/skirt

🐈 Lean against my muse’s side

🤝 Hold my muse’s hand

🤗 Pull my muse into a hug

🐕 Rest their head on my muse’s shoulder/knee

🐶 Nuzzle my muse with their nose [specify a location]

✋ Touch the back of my muse’s hand

🤝 Reach for my muse’s hand to hold it

👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes

😴 Stand by the bed to see if my muse will let you under the covers with them

🛌 Crawl under the covers with my muse

🥪 Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse

😚 Kiss my muse on the cheek

Playful

🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair

✨ Playfully shove my muse’s shoulder

💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance

🤞 Come up beside them and tap the shoulder opposite where they’re standing

😈 Jump out of the shadows to scare/startle my muse

😛 Stick their tongue out at my muse

😱 Make a silly face at my muse

🤭 Tickle my muse

👃 Poke my muse’s nose

💪 Pick my muse up

Sensual/Sexual

💘 Pull my muse in for a rough kiss

💕 Pull my muse in for a tender kiss

💞 Pull my muse in for a messy/desperate kiss

💖 Lean in to give my muse a sweet/chaste kiss

❤️ Lean in to give my muse a tender kiss

🔥 Pull my muse down by the collar/by their clothes - in a sexy way

😉 Pull my muse in by the hips

😲 Smack my muse’s butt

💋 Kiss my muse’s neck

👌 Push my muse down and give them a massage

👙 Pull [an article of clothing] off my muse

👀 Push my muse down on the bed

👄 Pull my muse onto the bed

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About page has been updated!

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(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ (from young severus)

Send me a (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ to get a hug, a kiss, or a slap, depending on what my muse thinks you deserve.

Michael didn’t hear the taunts, nor did he hear the yelling, norcheering as the teenager had been pushed down to the floor yet again, nor thelaughter – although he could feel the rumble on the ground as shoes scarperedaway before one of the professors turned up and noticed.Nevertheless, Michael was acutely aware of one thing – body language. The hunched shoulders, the twitching hands, the hypervigilant glances over hisshoulder. He was alone, something which the deaf Hufflepuff knew all too well.How to bridge the gap however, was an entirely different matter altogether.

He knew he couldn’t do nothing though, even if he couldn’t exactly talkto him. Although he knew him, he didn’t know his name, which madelater-introductions all the more difficult. He was in a different house, andPuddles could never keep up with lipreading names he had never come across inmuggle society.

Puddles stepped up behind the lank Slytherin, a pudgy hand reaching outbefore he grabbed his arm firmly in an attempt to get his attention, even if ithad not been the best choice to suddenly grab him. A low, strained noise escaped histhroat, the murmurs of someone who couldn’t quite form the words to speakdespite an in-tact voicebox.‘Are you okay?’ he then mouthed, signing the words as if it would make anydifference. He never knew, and some muggleborns surprised him with basic BSL –but no more than that. Unable to express comradery through speech, he stepped alittle closer, bringing him into a brief, gentle embrace, a high, strainedwhine unbeknownst to Michael leaving his throat before stepping back. It mighthave been inappropriate but with a limited amount of options to express himselfhe had to choose quickly and awkwardly.

[chainsawwrites]

Jessica Kellgren-Fozard teaches us queer sign language

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[Roommate?]

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Sorted into Hufflepuff by the Sorting Hat wasn’t really a problem for Rian, although his family tend to enter Ravenclaw or Slytherin, a Hufflepuff wasn’t that strange, his Family knew it better to judge someone just because of their House, except for some people, ah yes, because every Family gotta have some idiots, right?

Still, dinner was fast, and honestly, the Headmaster was weird, not so bad, but still strange. His Mother once told him how Mr. Dumbledore used to wear better clothes, which made him smoking hot when he was young, instead of those….colourful clothes nowaday. But again, it wasn’t his problem.

Amuse never seem to leave those special orbs, and soon, it was time to go back to the dorm and see who is his roommate. Shouldn’t be that bad - the young boy noted to himself, the Hufflepuff tend to be underestimate by others, but honestly, it seems like a good place in his view. Mused quietly, he entered the room and soon noticed it wasn’t empty, oh, perhaps he was too deep in his thought that he lost track of time?

“I see, you are my roommate then? I’m Rian Fantom, may I know your name?” He spoke, even if they had yet to face each other.

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A wizard. Him. Michael Puddleton.

It was still something that Puddles was sure would turn out to be some sort of a fantastical dream. Nothing ever exciting happened to Puddles, he was just that. Puddles.

At first his father believed it was some sort of advertisement for a wizard experience, standard Summer Holiday nonsense before he would join the local secondary school - but owl after owl and a little trip to a certain area proved it was real. It was all real.

Nevertheless, he pinched himself, and he wasn’t dreaming.

Puddles had just gone up to the dorms, finding the dinner rather difficult. All of the older students seemed to have friends already, and though his father had bought him a badge in hopes it would help him make friends easier - it seemed to put people off.

“LIP-READER.  Please face me and speak clearly.” was written on the small button, pinned just to the lapel of his school robes. Instead of people making the extra effort, avoidance seemed to be the main reaction. Perhaps not the best start, but it would get better... or so he thought

Not hearing the other Hufflepuff speak clearly to him, Puddles continued to fiddle through his trunk, putting a muggle lamp on his desk and flipping the switch only to find it didn’t quite work. What was it about muggles and electronics? He always found it hard to see what they were saying.

Only when Puddles turned around did he see the other, jumping slightly in the spot as a squawk of surprise left his lips.

“Sorry,” he then mouthed, holding up his hands. So this was the boy in the other bunk? He hoped he was nice.

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// Go ahead and like this post if you’d be interested in writing with my Pud?

It’s been too long since I’ve written as him and I want to start some new stuff!

Especially as I reeeeeeally am interested in exploring wizardry and disability

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PRE - ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP MEME .

send a ♡ and i’ll fill this out for our muses !  i’ll bold what i want for their relationship, italic what i could see and strike out what i don’t .

FRIENDS.   childhood friends  /  work friends  /  family friends  /  recently friends  /  turning antagonistic  /  turning into something romantic  /  stable  /  falling apart  /  friendship of need  /  friendship of circumstance  pen - pals or internet friends  /  coworkers  /  partners  /  other .

ROMANCE.   childhood sweethearts  /  newly entered  /  soulmates  /  skinny love  /  unrequited from my muses side  /  unrequited from your muses side  /  friends with benefits  /  awkward  /  fading  /  turning  toxic  /  toxic  and  destructive  /  other .

FAMILIAL BOND.   sibling bond  /  older sibling figure to your muse  /  younger sibling figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal  guardian  /  other .

ENEMIES.   dangerous to themselves  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  passionate  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into a sexual tension  /  developing into a romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based of misunderstandings or lies  /  other .

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such a mood for puddles

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She jumped at the odd sound that burst from him, her eyes widening as she read his response. Pansy frowned at him and then her lips twitched and she couldn’t help but let out a small cackle. “I meant you! You barmy wart,” she hissed, laughter still in her eyes.

She mimicked his hand movements that outlined his name. That was something Pansy was always good at, learning new things and this deaf-mute fellow was teaching her something new. A lesson that showed her that even those she thought were deficient could be rather clever. And she was intent on finding out what exactly Michael was clever at.

She tapped the back of his hand. “You are Michael. I am not going to call you Puddles. That’s a ridiculous name.”

Puddles let out loud, shrill laughter at the reactions from Pansy – far louder than anyone who was aware of themselves would laugh. For someone whose body language was originally incredibly aggressive, he couldn’t help but be pleasantly surprised by the fact that she definitely had a sense of humour. Besides, Puddles didn’t mind all that if he was insulted by people as long as it was something that was actually funny.

She found a perfect way to make those two meet.

“Everyone has a sign name, mine came from that. If you call me Michael then I get to call you Mum, because only my Dad and Step-Mum call me that,” he wrote down with a little, cheeky grin as he pushed the note back to the young Slytherin in front of him. If she wanted to play, he would play.

He just wished he had one of those enchanted quills so he didn’t have to write everything.

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❝I’m not drunk enough for this.❞ [[From Draco ]]

Drinking

“Please,” Puddles signed desperately before he held up one finger meaning for him to wait. He had already been in trouble for going too close to The Great Lake too many times - he couldn’t risk getting banned completely, but he couldn’t not go either.

The Slytherin common room was his only choice.

He took out a muggle notebook and pencil his stepmother had bought him as a back-to-school gift, quickly scribbling out a message before handing it to Draco.

“I just need to use the common room for a couple of minutes. It is very important.”

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Draco didn’t know anything about sign-language, so the thank you flew right over his head. Instead he reluctantly led the way down the stairs. Not many were around , luckily. There was no plan on how to explain his presence to anyone and to be honest, he felt he needed more to drink just by looking at him. He was certain Montague had a stash somewhere, so he could always bug his buddy about it. 

Casually taking a leaning position on one of the deep green couches he watched the other rush to one of the windows and knock. Loudly. So much so he got up instantly to head on over to Puddles.

“-Hey careful, no breaking the glass.” he didn’t really think it would break, but why risk it. Surely it was well-protected and magically protected, but after the war one couldn’t really be too careful. It was then something caught from the corner of his eye.

Were those….

He squinted harder. A large fish-tail, those flowing strange pieces of hair. Mer-people? Oh lord, the weird kid came down to draw merpeople as audience? Draco took a couple of steps back, not even sure if he wanted to know exactly what was going. 

Of course Puddles couldn’t hear any of the warnings that came from the Slytherin – although in his drunken state it was hardly surprising that he would try to speak to him. What did catch his attention though was the fact that he came over into his peripheral vision. Puddles didn’t really care for what reason it was exactly that the other decided to scold him about, all that mattered was the reason he entered the Slytherin Common Room in the first place. And there she was, the swish of the dark green tail with those distinctive brown spots meant that it was exactly who he had wanted to see. He didn’t know her name, or if she even had one – there was a lot he still didn’t know about merculture. But how he felt, the excitement that ran through him, how warm and bubbly he felt after seeing her spoke enough to the young Hufflepuff. It was the reason why he was heartbroken after being told that it was ‘concerning’ how often he had made his way to the Great Lake – a sentiment she seemed to share. She trilled through the water in a way that Puddles couldn’t hear – but was more an expulsion of happiness at having seen the teenager rather than anything else. “I miss you. I miss you a lot,” he signed to her, his braces then on display as a wild smile spread over his lips. Then in a surprising mode of communication given the language barriers between mer- and wizardkind: she signed back as her large, bulging fish eyes blinked sideways.. “Where did you go?” “Dumbledore told me off for spending so much time here. I got let in by a Slytherin,” he said before stepping closer to the glass, no longer thinking about Draco or what his response was, or would be. After all their agreement was a secret for a secret. “I wish I could touch you,” he signed again before pressing his hand to the glass. His gesture was returned, a webbed hand pressed against the glass as a sad trill could he heard by all but Puddles.

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Pansy was quick to sign what the Wizarding world considered the ‘potions’ sign before watching the motions of his hands diligently. There were times he signed words she was not familiar with but with the context of others made it a bit easier to fill in any gaps. We’re making an antidote to common poisons today.. A pause to allow him to explain the metal that entrapped inside his mouth.

        She mimicked the sign of braces but was still confused by the need for it. Perhaps her own surroundings were the cause, unstraightened teeth were seldom a concern even in the highest of Wizarding social classes but he was a Muggle and.. were there truly such standards about TEETH?           The brunette stood still while trapped in her thoughts before gazing down towards the book then back at Puddles,  Contains B-E-Z-O-A-R, Mistletoe Berries, and Unicorn Horns. Should be on the second and third shelf. Then we can talk about a acne potion to help you out.. you know. A nice deed every here and there never hurt.

“Thanks,” Puddles signed back to her when she showed him the wizarding term for potions. It hardly surprised him that there were such discrepancies between wizarding and muggle sign language; he couldn’t understand American Sign Language after all, even though they spoke a common language. “Braces, that’s right,” he then praised, giving a metaly smile along with his confirmation. He nodded along to her explanation, admittedly grateful that he was paired with someone who was good at Potions. He couldn’t help but feel like he was becoming increasingly more useless during his time at Hogwarts, if such a thing was possible. Only when she mentioned an acne potion did he give her a slap on the arm. It wasn’t particularly hard, but certainly hard enough that it would have caused some pain. “Fuck off!” he then signed in a clearly unamused manner. He knew he was spotty, he was forever using muggle washes and scrubs, but she didn’t need to rub it in! And he certainly didn’t trust the idea of using magic to get rid of them, especially when his father had assured him they’d only be temporary.

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“why do i even bother?”

5 word prompts - accepting.

“I would imagine it’s because you need to somehow graduate from education with some semblance of proficiency, Mister Puddleton.”

Puddles wasn’t the only lip-reader in the classroom. Winding his elegantly robed form dextrously between the bubbling cauldrons and tables, Snape had reached the frustrated boy to deliver that remark, long fingers braced on either corner of the desk as he faced him directly. Incompetence irked him, and there was only so much that could be blamed on not being able to hear his silkily droned instructions.

“I told you to crush those beans, not pulp them.”

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A loud whine of pure and utter frustration mixed with just a trickle of despair then left Puddles’ throat – almost as if he were a mournful banshee, nothing but pure unadulterated emotion, and suddenly nothing that was remotely pleasant to the ear. All he could feel was a vibration, how it actually sounded was beyond him.

When he first joined Hogwarts, the idea of being able to create something that would make you sleep, or lucky, or fall in love sounded incredible. Now he just knew that everyone else seemed to be progressing while he, well, wasn’t.

“What?!” he then mouthed and signed at the Professor. Of course he was aware that he didn’t actually know sign language, but being able to read lips had meant that the young Hufflepuff had found it so much easier to communicate with him than any of the other teachers. Really he felt silly for not having approached the Potions Master before – even if he was quite far from the definition of ‘approachable’.

“Look at my hands,” he then spoke silently before showing the signs. “CRUSH. PULP.” He then demonstrated, showing that both signs were exactly the same. As far as he was concerned they were synonyms of one another and didn’t exactly understand how he could pulp something without crushing it. “It’s the same thing! Everyone is doing the same as me, how can I be getting it wrong?”

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random encounters

SPEED DATING.   your muse and mine have, for one reason or another, ended up as participants in a speed dating event. five minutes to both get and make an impression — and to fulfil any other objectives they might have had for the night besides dating.

It had been his sister’s idea really – find some sort of event to indulge himself in and meet new people. Of course when he mentioned that speed dating existed, he had pointed it out as a little joke, only for her to outwardly encourage him to take part. He thought that she of all people would know when he was joking.

He knew why Lucy had insisted he went – the fact was being a deaf muggle-born in  the wizarding world was horrendously isolating. Many didn’t have experience with people like him, relying too much on magic to communicate and not the language he grew up with. Any excitement he had about being a wizard was dwindling, and he found himself becoming increasingly lonely.

He didn’t really want romance – he wanted friendship. At least he knew that the object of ‘meeting people’ was correct. They would have to move on when the bell rang, and Michael had a small enchanted light to take with him, one that would flash when his time was over. Sitting at the first desk, he then placed down one of the many notes he had already prepared.

“Hi, I’m Puddles. I am deaf but can read lips, so please look at me and speak clearly when you talk. What is your name and what are your interests?”

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“I don’t understand why I can’t go to a muggle school. Why do I have to be here?”

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// Would anyone be cool doing a rp involving Pud and his mermaid love?

I really want him to get discovered

Like this if you’re interested pls