the not so slytherin

"if a picture's worth a thousand words, is a thousand words worth a picture?"

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[ 20th of october, 1976 ]

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charliesporter:

Charlie looked up at him and gave the boy a forced, small smile when he put his books on the table the two of them now shared. She kept looking at him for a few seconds, knowing that her posture was rather defensive, expecting him to say something offensive or to find a look of contempt on his face; neither happened, which she found… strange. Charlie’s eyes were now on the teacher, paying attention to the explanation about the potion they would be making. “Do you have some lavender left? I need two more.” 

Reg wasn’t oblivious to people not trusting him or feeling a bit defensive. Even after five years of trying to make up for him trying to get by doing nothing towards what he believed, he knew people didn’t trust him. Not that he could blame them, it came with the house and it came with being a pureblood. What sucked about the whole ordeal was that at times it was thankless. Yes, that wasn’t the point, but sometimes he wished push came to shove. He was human after all and he knew very few people that wouldn’t get a little tired after five years. So, he offered Charlie a smile when he walked over to let her know he wasn’t hostile and set his books and things on the table. “Yes, fortunately,” he said, getting them out. “Just enough.” He set them between the two of them.

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유 [From Kate]

      Kate,

             This detention will be quite awful, but               I’m not about to take it back, even if              Merta was safe the entire time. I’m              sure you agree.

                                        Reg

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     Merta,

            As soon as I’m done with this dreadful detention,              or before when I can find the time, we should             discuss painting over a butterbeer or some fire             whiskey. Would you like to?

                                       Your Caterpillar

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유 [From Matilda]

      Dear Professor or Blishwick,

             Would I still be allowed to participate in               the club Professor Ashcraft and you are              organizing despite my placement in              detention?

                                        Reginald Cattermole

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       Greta,

              Who are you serving detention with? I’ve               managed to not be stuck with Slughorn,               thankfully, but I’m not quite sure if putting               any of us with Filch is much better. I’m               mostly just dodging my house members               because of the loss of points I caused them.

                                         Reg

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minerva-isobel:

“Everyone, please, please, I’m begging you, calm down!” Minerva pushed her way through the hysterical students, trying to take her own advice and calm down. She knew that she needed to be here, keeping an eye on everyone, but all she wanted was to be out there searching for Rosemerta. That girl was so dear to her, and if anything happened to her…N O, Minerva couldn’t think like that. Her eyes landed on the student nearest her. “Are you okay?”

Maybe it was a bit surprising that getting everything together for the sneak out was so easy, but Reg didn’t have time to think about that. His mind was on very few things and the biggest part of it was getting Rosmerta back. Because she was out there and his pessimism be damned, she was okay. That was how it had to be. So all in all he was happy that it had been coming together so well so far. They didn’t need it to be hard. But when he heard the question directed at him from Professor McGonagall, his heart sank. Still he did his best to cover that up with his worry because that was easy to believe, even if at the moment he was more worried about being caught here. “No, I’m not okay. There’s no way I can be with Merta out there and no answers.”

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professor-blishwick:

She was realistic enough to know that her words would have no bearing on his decision to go out or not, so she continued in a quiet voice. “Good. Now I need you to know…” She stopped to choose her words as carefully as she could. “No matter where you may find yourself later this evening, I want you to be safe. Do you understand me? You take care of yourself and be on guard at all times.”

He knew by her words that she knew he still planned to go out there and by the sound of what she said, she wasn’t going to report him for his thoughts either. All she really seemed was concerned about him and he was positive she was concerned about more than that too. The least he could do was promise he could do what she asked and keep that promise. “I will, I promise. Thank you, professor.”

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professor-blishwick:

Tilly tried to put herself in Reg’s place; If this had happened when she was a student she knew she would have reacted the same way he was. She took a moment to hug him quickly and tightly before pulling back and taking a deep breath. “I know. I know you do, but you know I can’t officially give you permission. We can’t risk letting students out there. There are aurors on the way.”

The hug was unexpected but a little comforting. He couldn’t exactly drop the situation at hand, he was going to find a way out of the castle, but it was good to know a professor understood. Not that he’d expected otherwise from Professor Blishwick. He would just have to find another way to get out. Which he was beginning to feel like wouldn’t be that hard. IF other students felt the same as him. “I understand.”

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My shower song – some days I’m screaming Bruno Mars out. Other days I’m rapping in there. Other days I’m singing old Frank Sinatra or Rat Pack songs.

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greta-will-catchlove:

When Greta realized that it was Reg that she had spoken to she felt infinitely better. He would understand and most likely even join her. She gave him a wry grin that she hoped masked her fear and anger well enough for anyone that could have been watching them. “Good. I know I can find a way out of here. I’ve been doing it for years.”

Reg would smile were he not so worried, but instead he just nodded. “That sounds perfect,” he said, emphasizing the “perfect.” The group of them getting together needed a way out and if Greta had one she knew so well, they’d be able to use it. “There’s several of us that want to get out there and find her. There will be a distraction, but I’m sure it won’t last long with the professors already on edge.”

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stcrdustandroses:

Words escaped her then and she just mirrored a smile like his, one that was equally was shinning, equally as warm, though she’d admit – she’d never quite master it’s luminescence. He was something else. More permanent than a star, and more everlasting than a memory – he emanated something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. Something magnetic.  Biting her lip, she looked away for a moment. Say something, say something, anything, don’t just stand there and let the wind be knocked from you from a bloody smile. “How do I know you’re not acting? Sometimes wonderful singers are also wonderful actors. Plus, you’re an evil Slytherin and I’m an extremely innocent Hufflepuff. You could be being your usual evil self.” The words came out barely, while teasing, as if she was embarrassed, because feelings, something like giddiness bubbled from her stomach before she looked back at him, “blue? I won’t tell a soul. I promise. I’d even pinky promise you. We could combine some purple and maybe … – yellow?”

“Hmm, maybe we’ll just try for other accidental puns but if we get lucky with another spoon related murder one, we’ll celebrate,” she laughed, back to her old self, not so flustered. “What if it’s a million year sentence?”

He was kind, and he noticed. Of course he did – he wasn’t in his house because of his last name or other superficial reasons. He noticed things she didn’t want him or anyone to see, but he always approached it so well, so flawlessly and with terrifying ease. “Thank you. Because you don’t have to be there, y’know, even if you realize it or not. I can take care of myself, please don’t worry about me.” Getting on her toes, she gave him a kiss on the cheek before resting her head on his shoulder for a moment, then, she pulled away to look at him, “I’ll be okay, are you going to be okay?”

It felt amazing to see her smile back. Not in the respect of his finally won the little “smile ‘til you give in” but because it was so amazing to see her smile. She had an amazing smile and it was no wonder she had so many friends. No, it wasn’t exactly just because she had an amazing smile no, it was because that smile reflexed her entire being. You knew a lot of her personality from that smile and that’s what he loved about it. Her smile made you want to know more, talk to her. “I could be acting, but what would that gain? You’d already know because you’re smart enough to figure it out. No, I smile at you because I want to.” He paused for a moment before his smile turned into a joking smirk. “Evil? I though you didn’t believe in stereotypes?”

“I’m not an expert on which colors fit best together, but I could see why those would be bad?” He thought for a moment to visualize the colors and they didn’t seem awful. Two cool colors with a bright yellow to balance it out. Give it something unexpected. “Alright, that’ll be our plan. And we celebrate with fire whiskey or butterbeer?” He shrugged a bit then. “If I had your muffins it wouldn’t be too much of a problem. Though, I would miss you dearly, so that would be a problem.”

He knew as much as anyone that Rosmerta took care of herself. It wasn’t hard to notice when you only saw her taking care of others and none taking care of her. And he knew how comfortable that could be. You take care of yourself, and you owe nobody anything. You take care of yourself and you didn’t have to explain. “I know you can take care of yourself, but sometimes, it’s relieving to have help. I will worry about you, but you don’t have to accept the help either way.” He wouldn’t push her if she didn’t want his help, but he’d always be there with it. “Of course I will. Thing’s will be coming together. And I’ve always got you.”

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meghann-aesthetics:

Veni Vedi Vici  → The Rescue Team

“I can see the writing on the wall I can’t ignore this war”

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greta-will-catchlove:

Greta was steadily making her way towards any sort of escape from the Great Hall she could find. She didn’t like being trapped and she sure as Merlin’s beard didn’t like sitting around doing nothing while people were missing and/or suffering. 

“I dare you to tell me I can’t get out of here,” she seethed.

There was little on Reg’s mind besides the fact he had to get out there and get to Rosmerta. He knew a few others who felt the same way and were desperate enough to do the same. It was good. Power in numbers, even if the minutes it took to connect them all were ticking away. But it all had to be done if they were to get out unnoticed. This is why what Greta said fit so perfectly into all of this.

“I wasn’t going to, quite the opposite really,” he informed her.

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Matilda sighed, though not in annoyance. She was tired but in this case she felt helpless. She had a soft spot for Reginald and wanted to help him, to assure him that everything was fine, but she couldn’t do that this time. “I heard the rumor she was missing,” she added quietly. “From what I understand there is a group out there looking for her. Professor Dumbledore will not let her go unfound, that much I am certain of.” It was uncharacteristic of Reg to be so frantic, but in times of war everyone acted a bit different.

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It really wasn’t fair, he knew, to just drop this problem on Professor Blishwik, but he didn’t know how else to do it. She was one of the professors he felt closer to her because of his involvement in the Frog Choir and her understanding. It became easier in that way. He certainly wasn’t going to Slughorn with any of these issues, but then again he wasn’t sure who would. “I know he wouldn’t, but I can’t merely sit here and wait for an answer. She’s still out there. I need to be out there too.”

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who never lets you down? who always lets you down?

Rosmerta never lets me down. And quite a few people in my house, especially my roommates, always let me down.

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who are you most upset with right now?

There are a few people I’m upset with, but I’m going to be obvious and say “he who must not be named” as the one I’m most upset with.