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healerobin:
“still more than what i got. we’re getting old, that’s why. in fact,” alex began, grinning and squinting at the other’s hair. “if i do this i can see a few flecks of grey…”
“Oi, mate, I would’ve gotten you some but you didn’t even propose to me this year so...” He laughed before growing serious in a heartbeat. “Don’t fuck with me Alex oh my god don’t play are you serious?”
mllexchastain:
“So last year was better than this year then? Or is it the other way around?”
“Oh last year was loads better. More chocolate is always better!” Kingsley said as he laughed.
rvbvstvn:
He perked an eyebrow, who could be that thick? “Good for you.”
Kingsley laughed and shrugged. “No need to be in a bad mood Kiddo. I can give you some of my boxes if you’d like.”
rvbvstvn:
“Either way sounds really depressing mate, best you keep that to yourself.”
“How is eating that much chocolate depressing man I was having the time of my life.”
“Can’t believe Valentine’s Day came and went and I only ate seven boxes of chocolate. Last year it was ten.”
silvanusk:
“correction!” silvanus suddenly exclaimed after leaving next to no gap between the end of kingsley’s sentence and the start of his own. “she’s not a person, she’s mooncalf called sally and i’ve never let her down, not even once.”
"No way! Mate oh my god mooncalves are my favorite!" Kingsley laughed and clapped his hands together. “Could I thirdwheel this date if I help find Sally some food?”
“okay, someone took a bowl of fruit from my desk, who did it? that was a present for my date and she will not going to be happy if i turn up without it.”
“I didn’ take your fruit bowl, but whatever date you got that wants a bowl of fruit is...” He paused, initially ready to tease him before laughing. “A very healthy person who I’m sure has great dietary choices?”
Ulvar | Kingsley
Ulvar was standing outside the castle, breathing in the cold air as he lit a cigarette. For once, that manic grin wasn’t plastered across his face. Instead, it was replaced by what seemed like anger and frustration. He had been working for hours on his potion mix, and he was sure he was close now. This was supposed to be it, today was the day he was supposed to succeed with this potion. Then it all when straight to hell. It blew up, and along with it, his temper blew. Evidence? His smashed hands, bleeding, possible broken. His knuckles had met the brick wall too many times for Ulvar to even recall. Thank god there was no one else there, Ulvar would of crushed their face simply for being there.
The slytherin sat down on the bench, staring out across, eyes hard, as he pulled out his pocket flask and nearly drowned the entire bottle in one swig. Burning firewhiskey ran down his throat, and the boy was such a drunk he didn’t even feel it anymore. Inhaling his all time lover, nicotine, he suddenly froze. The sound of a branch being snapped, almost echoed in the cold air “Who’s there? Cause I can fuckin’ hear ya.” he announced, lowering his cig, gazing around, trying to locate who the hell he heard.
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Kingsley had made a point of not stereotyping students based on their house. It was a mistake some of his colleagues were making, and on occasion he grew frustrated with it. After all, just because Cygnus Black was a murderer and his daughters were in Slytherin didn’t mean the entire House needed to be punished. Besides, he knew from his experience and research that it was far too easy for a hornet to be disguised as a friendly bumblebee, waiting until you ignore its danger to strike. So he’d taken it upon himself to look past colors and see the person instead.
For example, Ulvar Skar, a sixteen year old whose eyes held a danger Kingsley rarely saw. But oh boy did he see it. In his smile and his posture and his words, everything about him raised suspicion in Kingsley and none of it had to do with the green in his robes. So when he was patrolling at night and saw the boy sitting there with bloody hands and a cigarette he chose to change his path slightly in order to walk past him nonchalantly. “Hey man,” he said when Ulvar heard him. “Just me, doing my job. Not trying to hide or anything.”
“Why are you looking at me? Is something on my nose?” she asked confused
Kingsley chuckled and shook his head. “Sorry, no. Just got a bit lost in my own mind.”
joneshestia:
“Oh, but it would be such a waste if you didn’t at least try to give it a go!”
He laughed, unable to stop himself from being affected by her contagious joy. “Oh alright, but only because you won’t use mine,” he told her, closing his eyes and wishing that he could become the best Auror in the field. “There, what happens now?”
alectovcarrow:
“Forgive me, but your tone sounded awfully accusatory.”
He chuckled and shook his head. “Well, I guess I gotta work on that. I’ve been told somethin’ along those lines before.” Kingsley shrugged, checking her name off. “You didn’t happen to see anyone around here with the necklace though, did you? I guess it’s pretty important.”
blvckheir:
Regulus listened carefully to each word, but made no show of it. The moment he heard Kingsley agree with him he turned his attention to watching smoke disintegrate into the cold night air. After his embarrassing outburst he wanted to hide his confusion from the auror. What game was he playing at? He had to believe his uncle needed to be in Azkaban for something; they were on different sides of the war. He wasn’t a stupid kid; he was joining the fight.
“You’re shit at the making people feel safe part of your job,” he commented dryly, eyes still trained on his cigarette. “Why are you talking to me anyways? Don’t you have better things to do than talk to some kid?”
The way Regulus Black said some kid reminded him of himself. He didn’t feel like anything special, really. Not when he was younger, so he made something of himself. He hoped Regulus could make something of himself. “You’re not just a kid,” Kingsley said with a shrug. “You’re a young man who was sitting out here by himself and I don’t like smoking alone so I thought I’d chat. It gets stuffy talking to people who think they’re better than me all the time.”
“I don’t believe that I heard you correctly. You aren’t accusing me of something, are you? Because you are very much mistaken.”
“I’ve been told to ask everyone what they know, Ms. Carrow, no one is accusing you of anything.”
“Okay, that was definitely a shooting star, did you see it?! You have to make a wish!”
“I appreciate the offer, Miss Jones, but I’m not sure I believe in those things. Maybe your wish can have double power, huh?”
blvckheir:
Regulus took a drag to hide the way the corners of his mouth had quirked into an almost smile at the man’s confidence. It was so familiar he almost wanted to fall into a false sense of comfort. Any notion of that fell away the moment Regulus heard the word jail. He coughed loudly, and found himself choking on smoke the way he had the first time he tried a cigarette. “I don’t care about what people are saying. I know that my uncle is innocent, and that the only ones to blame for his arrest are your incompetent superiors.”
Kingsley rolled his eyes and scoffed. “You’re telling me,” he said with a shrug. “I’ve been saying since it happened that this is a stupid angle, and we missed our chance to find out who actually did it. I mean, are we supposed to believe someone who pulled that off would just stick around? It’s fucking bait and I don’t know why everyone else isn’t seeing that. But I guess that’s what I get for just being the little kid in the big playground.” He rolled his eyes again, taking a slow drag from the cigarette before he watched it disappear into the air. “Hey Kid, sorry if I made it weird, and I didn’t mean to ramble about inefficiencies. Jus’ saying I agree with you. I’ve talked to your uncle, and that is not a guilty man. I’ve seen plenty of those in my life. So, uhh, sorry people are idiots.”
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↳ Kingsley Shacklebolt was an accomplished and formidable wizard, being enough of a skillful duellist to survive numerous encounters with dangerous Dark wizards. The opposite of the pure-blood advocates, he believed in equality and fairness for all wizards and Muggles. (x)
