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romilda vane. fifth year. gryffindor. i feel like i'm the worst so i always act like i'm the best.

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bronwyntravcrs:

          &&.   “aww, well maybe they didn’t go to…” bron trailed off upon realizing the student was HAPPY to not have any signs of future children, and not in need of comfort. heat rose to her cheeks and burned there, bright pink. it was all she could do to put a bashful hand over her mouth. “oh my goodness, my face hurts from smiling. you’re so nice!! me? i’m bron. bronwyn travers, to be specific. i’m from the past, i suppose. who are you and where are you from?”

“And I’m Romilda Vane---Bron is such a cute name!” Romilda swept her hair over her shoulder, giving a firm nod to answer the other girl’s question, “Mhmm, born in 1981. So if you have any questions about how things work, I’m your girl----but I myself am itching to get some info on what things are like even further in the future. Have you met any of your family from the future yet?”

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lcvnderbrown:

      “Right? They look so good. It’s a shame that we didn’t end up in the future; I so would have bought some of those skirts.“ 

“Or those cute little shirts-----crop tops, one of the girls told me they were called. I’ve got to get one. I wasn’t built for grunge, Lav.”

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ofhannahabbott:

“You know, Romi, while I do like how you see it and I do AGREE we should make them feel welcome, I think we still need to be somewhat careful.”

“Don’t worry, Han, I’ve already gotten that talk from my mom, careful is my middle name----Romilda ‘Careful’ Vane, they call me.” To prove her point, she reached into her bag, pulling out a conspicuous, and easily recognizable foil wrapper, “See? I’ve got it covered----literally, get it? Covered?”

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padmah:

“Yeah, yeah, that’s an interesting point,” Padma mused, before adding ( not because she believed it, but because she thought Romilda would agree ). “Or when they’re wearing nothing at all.”

“Be still, my heart, Padma, I’ve still got to get through a whole day of classes----you can’t be putting thoughts like that in my head!” She gave a wistful sigh, resting her chin in her hands, “Which of them have you met so far?”

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huffedx:

“ Well, um…thank you?”

“No problem, hot stuff. You wouldn’t happen to have brought any of your wardrobe from wherever you came from, right? I’m dying to get my hands on some futuristic clothing.”

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lionhcart:

“Well, Toto, I’ve a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore.”

“Oh my God! That is the cutest-----you guys are allowed to have dogs at Hogwarts in the future? Lucky!”

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fracturcdheart:

James was not a morning person. His brain didn’t properly function until he’d had coffee and he’d stayed up late the night before as he was apart to do. And he knew that his vision was poor and he had been unable to locate either his contacts or his glasses in the dormitory that morning, but blurry vision couldn’t account for the increasingly alarming number of extra heads that were seated at the Great Hall. Pausing near the entrance, he flicked his gaze around the room. “     Did I miss an important announcement?” He read the newspaper every morning and could sometimes be so focused that he could tune out the rest of what was going on, so he wouldn’t be too surprised.

Romilda had been eating her breakfast----well, more like pretending to eat her breakfast while she observed the ongoing chaos in the Great Hall----when a voice not too many seats away from her startled her. Glancing at the boy in question, she took in his very familiar appearance, and, remembering what Albus had said about having siblings, sidled up to who she could only assume was another Potter, “You missed something, all right,” She said, grabbing the newspaper and pointing out the date, “You’re sort of in the past-----best to just be told and get it over with, like ripping off a band-aid or something.” She paused for a moment to give him time to get his bearings before continuing, smiling sweetly as she leaned forward, hand extended, “Anyway, I’m Romilda Vane, and you are?”

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bronwyntravcrs:

          &&. “is all of this not BRILLIANTLY exciting? family members meeting one another at the same age, meeting their future children or parents.” bronwyn clasped her hands together, a  g e n u i n e  smile curving her lips. “i really am SO VERY happy for you all!!”

“Well aren’t you just like, the cutest little thing! I haven’t met any of my kids yet----thank Merlin, no stretch marks in my future----but I am definitely enjoying the view! Who are you, again?”

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ofhannahabbott:

“Well ……..  it’s good to see at least something, or rather, SOMEONE hasn’t changed – I really don’t know what to make of all this myself.”

“I look at it as an opportunity----I mean, until Dumbledore figures out a way to send them all back they’re probably stuck here, and we should make them feel welcome, right Han?”

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albusp:

“That doesn’t mean I want to know who has a crush on him,” Albus said, shaking his head. “It’s pretty weird to think about, to be honest. Who’s Creevey?” he tilted his head at her and then panicked a little when she believed him. Why do you always get yourself into these situations Al? “Nah, you’ve always been, uh, pretty fun. And it’s a little dog. White. I don’t know the type.”

“Fine, then no more talk about how well he fills out his Quidditch uniform-----do you play Quidditch, by chance, Al?” She shot him a sly grin, leaning forward on her elbows. She let out a small laugh at his question, “Dennis and Colin----I’m pretty sure they have an actual shrine dedicated to him, and----” Her eyes widened, “Oh, I bet it’s a teacup yorkshire terrier, I’ve always wanted one!” Thoroughly distracted, she continued, “So like, have you met your parents yet? How weird is that going to be?”

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padmah:

“Have you seen those clothes from the past, though?,“ Padma snorted. “They’re absolutely ridiculous!”

“Okay, you have a point, but you have to look at it like..... hidden treasure, or something. Just think of how divine they’ll look once they’re in clothes that aren’t completely tragic!”

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albusp:

Albus grimaced as she talked about how cute his dad was and managed a smile. “No offense taken. It is a little weird that you might have a crush on my dad, but I’ll let it slide. And yea, like Snape. There was a big thing about him loving my grandma and actually looking out for my dad or something. But I’m sorry about your detention. I’ve never been very good at potions myself, which is strange since I’m a Slytherin and all.” He froze when she asked if he had heard of her in the future. “Uh, you? Of course I have! You’re Romilda! You’re great. Beautiful, too. And uh, you have a great dog. He’s very fuzzy.” 

“I mean, to be fair, he’s Harry Potter; I’m pretty sure everyone has a bit of a crush on him. You should see Creevey, if you think I’m bad.” She beamed at him, then; not being particularly close to Harry, she wasn’t really sure what to expect as far as his answer, but she was happy to hear such nice words, “Really? Ugh, I can’t believe you knew me when I was old----I’m probably a lot more fun now than I am then, huh? And a dog! What kind?!”

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o-ginnyweasley:

“I suppose not, but she can still kiss my sixteen-year-old father… And go to parties. It’s strange, alright?” Ginny laughed a bit and shook her head. “Is he? I’m usually, you know, playing with him, so I haven’t exactly, erm, looked in that area.”

“I mean, they had to make all you little Weasleys somehow....” Romilda trailed off with a shrug and a grimace, “But I guess that’d be kind of weird to see, so now I’m kind of glad I haven’t seen my mum running around.” Romilda giggled, shaking her head, “Well you definitely ought to find the time to take a look, next time!”

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albusp:

“My mum?” Albus asked, laughing a bit. “Well, uh, Ginny. Ginny Weasley. Can’t you tell from my beautiful red hair?” He pretended to flip his hair and then smiled at her. “Yea, yea… Honestly they gave me the worst name of the bunch. James Sirius. Lily Luna. Albus Severus. Like, come on guys. Real cool.” Albus smiled and. “We’re from 2016. But we’re in 1996 now, right?”

“Ginny?! But she said she didn’t even notice how cute Harry was----that’s so unfair!” Romilda whined, before remembering it was apparently Harry and Ginny’s son she was talking to, “No offense meant, or anything. Severus is your middle name? Like Snape? He’s awful, though----he once gave me a detention because my perfume interacted poorly with the fluxweed we were using for a potion----like I did it on purpose or something!” She sighed at the memory, before nodding at his question, “1996, yes. So you like, haven’t heard of me or anything in the future?”

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potterjr:

“Right. –Uh, just that they’re new? I was…busy earlier so I haven’t gotten a chance to talk to the new students.”

“Busy?” She questioned before she could stop herself, “Oh, yikes. Well, um, Hermione might be better to tell you this, or even explain how, but uh, these students, some of them say they’re from the future. And the past. And I mean, they’re definitely dressed a little.... out of our time, you know?”

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o-ginnyweasley:

“I hope for your sake that you do not. Although, some of the people I’ve run into have been my parents, so I honestly don’t know what’s worse.” Ginny cleared her throat at mention of Harry. “Oh, I, uh, I suppose so. I guess I just haven’t paid much attention. To Harry, I mean. He’s like a brother.”

“Okay, so that sounds super weird, but look at the positive: if you’re mom is a teenager, she can’t exactly boss you around, can she?” Romilda raised a skeptical eyebrow but chose not to challenge Ginny’s claim, “Well, I definitely have, and let me tell you, he’s finally filling out that Quidditch uniform.”

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albusp:

“Do I? My mum says I pull them off better than my dad did, but I don’t know if I believe her. Can’t trust mum’s opinion right?” He smiled a bit and nodded. “There’s three of us. James, Lily, and I. It’s nice to meet ya, Romilda. I’m Albus.”

“Uh-huh. Totally. And who is your mom, then?” Romilda had to ask, on the off chance that she was somehow speaking to her own child; though from this Potter’s lack of reaction to her name, she doubted it. “Albus? I guess that makes sense----Harry and Professors Dumbledore are like, BFFs or something, I swear. So what year are you from, again?”