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@purebloodron
;;Books and Cleverness? ;;There are more important things. ;;Friendship and Bravery.
✰ independent harry potter role player. ✰ mix of book and canon persona. ✰ au & oc’s encouraged. ✰ multi-ship + multi-verse ✰ literate writer. ✰ in character posts unless stated otherwise. ✰ open to many different ways of writing; para, novella, script, one liner. ✰ prefers icons, but gifs will be used as well.
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❝ oh. so hermione isn’t your girlfriend —- - ? i thought you were dating? woopsie. ❞
rapunzel flutters her eyes close; biting back a yawn. it was always nice to spend lazy days with some- one who didn’t mind you acting like a humanized feline.
❝ s'all comfy and cute. plus, r stands for ravenclaw too. so it’s all good and adorab- le. oh, yours is ‘r’ too - ! ❞
"Girlfriend?" his eyes were wide as he repeated the word, examining the girl by his side. they hadn't dated before; nor did he know that she had any sort of feelings for him. "No-- pretty sure she's got her eyes on someone else." Was it still Krum? Or perhaps now it was McLaggen. Whatever the case, it wasn't Ron.
hopefulpuppet:
"That explains why they’re impossible to stop eating. In truth, I thought the light-headiness was just me. " She might of stuffed in about eight more when he wasn’t looking. "We never had this delight in France, in fact most treats weren’t really accepted because people kept throwing the wrappers in Wood Nymph’s forest. Plus no Hogesmeade."
"No Hogsmeade? Can't imagine it." Not that he'd want to. It was one of his favourite things, taking trips to the small town during their time off from classes. He picked up a couple of treats for himself - though he hadn't much money, he did have some spending money that he saved for this particular instance. Couldn't spend it all though or else he wouldn't have enough for the next trip. Only a few things would do.
❝Yeah, actually, I was.❞
Still looking straight at him, she put the right amount of daisy root into their cauldron.
❝Now we’ve got to stir for a minute, clockwise.
Can ya do that?❞
God, this was the wrong redheaded Gryffindor; she subconsciously peaked over at Peter before looking back down at her book.
He gave her a glare and mocked her for a second before turning his attention to the cauldron, his mumbles quieted though still present. "..'course I can bloody well handle this-- says I can't, what she think I am.." His hand took the ladle and he started to stir the liquid clockwise, his attention not leaving the work in front of him, mainly because he didn't want to look at the Slytherin again.
sorciereastucieux:
She figured he wasn’t going to answer her question of course that made her want to raise more questions, but she fought the urge. The mere thought of flying made her want to hurl up everything she had ate. There was something unsettling about that form of transportation she wasn’t very fond of or perhaps she was scared and didn’t want to admit to it. “I call it flying if my feet aren’t touching the ground for longer than a few seconds.” She gave him a look that clearly translated her lack of desire to fly. “I thought Harry taught Ginny.”
"Hey, she didn't know Harry 'til first year. What's that s'posed to mean? She was my sister first!" He huffed; oh, so she wasn't going to willingly be taught by him? That was fine, then he'd just have to drag her there. Without warning her, he stood up, walked to the opposite side of the table where she was sitting and then grabbed her wrist and pulled her up, his other hand reaching for his broom which had been laid beside the table.
oh-ginevra:
"Ehh—I’d say it’s around two sickles. Four if you’ve been into the firewhiskey”
[ But oh—alright, guess she can spare a hug…it was nice to see him.]
His nose wriggled at the mention of money, arms outstretched as he waited for her to finally come around. Sure, they weren't overly close, but she was his baby sister, no matter what. "Quit talkin' and c'mere."
Drawing Dragons
“You want me to teach you? I mean, I will, but wow, this just so-“
She looked up, realizing she was rambling.
”Sorry, I was rambling again.”
She tucked a strand of red hair behind her ear. This was very new to her, nobody ever asked her for something - other than to leave. She was shocked, to say the very least, and practically fell out of her chair.
“Okay, let’s start with something super simple, like a butterfly.”
He sat there and watched eagerly ; he was to draw a butterfly. Surely he could handle this. As long as it was anything other than a spider. Even as a drawing, he didn't fancy the creature. First he drew the middle part - when he was somewhat satisfied, he looked over at her. "How's this?"
❝Please, if my brain is small, do inform me of how your’s is even in existence.
A simple dose of luck, besides, maybe we’ll be the ones to get lucky when he drops dead before the next match.❞
[A sentence that sounded far more joking than murderous in her head fails to do so once past her lips not a good thing to quip around the Chosen One’s best friend unless she wishes for a hex.]
The bickering between him and the Slytherin was fine, but insulting either of his best friends was one step too far for the Weasley. As soon as the words left her lips, his hand was on his wand and raised up, pointed at the female. "You're gonna' regret that, Parkinson." --without warning, he muttered a hex. "Densaugeo!"
"I went off and read the books after the audition and I read the first four books in one sitting – you know – didn’t wash, didn’t eat, drove around with them on the steering wheel like a lunatic. I suddenly understood why my friends, who I’d thought were slightly backward, had been so addicted to these children’s books." - Jason Isaacs on the Harry Potter series
You have one ask to piss off my muse; Run with it!
Insult them. Belittle them. Mock them. Laugh at them. Threaten what they love. Black mail them. Question their life choices. Kick them when they’re down. Break their stuff. Violate their privacy. Overstay your welcome. Break a promise. Vandalise their property. Poke them. Hurt them.
ANYTHING! —-Just rile them up till they SNAP!
❝ well, um, yes. it started out as a joke, knowing that —- - she hasn’t really seen me, but w- hen i realized you guys were purebloods… i ju- st thought i might have a family, too. ❞
she sighs in satisfaction, lacing an arm around his. her robe messily latched upon her back, but she could barely care any less. green orbs shot through the crackling of the fire place.
❝ does being a part of the weasley clan give me permission to wear the sweater anywhere and any day i want? and sle- eping in the common room while i snore? ❞
"Surprised she hasn't assume we're datin' or somethin' like that. I'm not really close friends with many girls, unless y'count 'Mione." he's content in his position. even with the female's need to be overly involved with him, making herself seemingly at home by his side. "Don't see why you'd want to, but-- yeah, s'pose so. They're a bit.. of a handful though, don't y'think?"
"Frankly, I just want to see you try and cook something edible. Why don’t ya trust me, brother? I wouldn’t touch the leftovers myself, I’ll bet Merlin’s left bollock that Fred and George have something in mind. Besides, you need to learn how to cook. Dying from hunger must be worse than dying from loneliness."
"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, arms folded over his chest in his defensive mode. She wasn't wrong though-- he wasn't the best cook, despite how much he loved to eat. "I can manage. Not like I'd die from my cookin'."
sorciereastucieux:
“Are you just saying that to end the conversation or does my reasoning actually make sense to you?” Curious minds had to know. She had a feeling it was just because he didn’t want to argue about it or actually talk about it any. Either way she let him drop it and change the subject to teaching her how to fly. “I know how to fly, Ronald. I just don’t like flying.”
He shrugged at her question, not bothering to answer her curiosity. She'd probably end up with another question after that one; it was kinda' something he expected from her. He cracked a grin then. "Wouldn't call hovering a bit flying. I mean actually flyin' and enjoyin' it. I'm a good teacher, who do y'think taught Ginny?"
”S'alright.” she waved dismissively, taking a seat on the first stool she saw the moment they were in the kitchen. “At least now you know it. Let's just hope you'll remember it 'til the end of this year. It won't be that important once I graduate, I promise you.”
The redhead was far too consumed in her surroundings that whatever trace of realization that was on the boy’s features were left unnoticed. She rested her chin on the palm of her left hand while her free hand rested on the wooden table. Fingers tapping against it, producing a beat that only she could hear.
”Do you usually have midnight snacks like these? ‘M surprised I just caught you now. Er —- ‘M sorry, didn’t catch your name. You are…?”
The questions seemed to pour out of her mouth whilst he was busy picking out a couple of things from the fridge, his hand particularly interested in pastries that were tucked away. When he was to move out of the fridge, he hit his head on the top with a loud thud. A small whimper escape him as he finally removed himself from the spot, arms full of different snacks. "Right, 'm Ron. Er, Ron Weasley."
handmedowndragons:
Charlie grinned, dropping the bag, and hugging his younger brother back. It was glad to see this house hadn’t completely depressed the family, or Ron at least. “Good to see, even with things the way they are. You holding up okay?”
He wouldn't lie, things were tough. But that didn't stop him from trying to enjoy the little things, like a visit from his older brother. "Don't worry, 'm okay. Mum on the other hand.. think she's goin' a bit mad. Don't blame her though."
