[rvlio]

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[hmione-deactivated20241006]

HARRY POTTER AND THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS 2002 | dir. Chris Columbus

[tw0heads]

@rvlio . 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 : ❛  excuse me, i think i’m lost.  ❜ from lucan, for sebastian or ominis !

the castle grounds were difficult to map out, significantly more so when the layout of the staircases changed practically every time a student runs through them. it's only been in the past few years that ominis has really taken to this place, so he doesn't envy the younger students who were still learning their way amongst this maze.

seldom was it that much of anyone approach the gaunt for casual conversation such as this, so it catches him off guard... though he believes he recognizes him as a student that he's caught sebastian speaking with before. head is tilted towards the young man in silent regard before he responds. ❛  .. where were you trying to go?  ❜

[rvlio]

it's only vague familiarity that has the gryffindor student seek out this particular boy for help: errands are a student's worst nightmare, especially when they take him across a campus as large as hogwarts, but lucan's older brother has promised him a package of chocolates from hogsmeade if he takes a book to a classmate in his stead. and though there are a handful of other students populating the grand staircase, he's quick to settle on a face he's seen before, even if only from a distance. any friend of sebastian's can't be TOO bad, right ?

“ um, the divination classroom. haven't had a reason to go there yet, 'til now. ” despite that, he's sure he had been going the right way, if not for the steps shifting from under his very feet and changing the path entirely. blasted castle. bouncing restlessly upon the tips of his toes, he looks about in a futile attempt to map out his surroundings. finally, he speaks, unable to quell his nosiness curiosity any longer.  “ you're sebastian's friend, right ? i've seen you two talking in the halls. ”

[bccksmarts]

  Her advice went along swimmingly, so she'd reckon. Viktor was an astounding Quidditch player, but how he expressed himself could've used a bit of work. She couldn't blame him, though, the lime light, being pushed in front of cameras and reporters, was enough to make you want to not bother. Rita Skeeter was known for that, and Hermione would love nothing more than to trap her in a jar again.

  The Bulgarian wizard had asked for some tips on how he should act or what he should do when it comes to the public eye, fans and reporters alike, and all she said was to smile. He could've taken that any direction; as an insult or as advice, but he knew her. Knew her a lot better now than he did in their fourth year, and it was showing. Lots of things were showing, but what she found the most charming was that his pronunciation of her name was almost spot on. She never scolded him for how he said it, he couldn't help it, but he made it sound endearing.

  Looking up to the man with her book cuddled in her arms, Hermione smiled at him, her head slightly cocked to the side, ❝I did, thank you,❞ She nodded. Yes, she had a book in her hands, but she didn't read a single page of it. For once she was actually indulged, interested. Quidditch, us known by everyone, wasn't Hermione's favourite thing, and riding brooms absolutely was not either. But this... this was interesting as it wasn't all that often she got to see Viktor play. She kept up with the news, yes, but she hardly had the time to go to an actual match. Today was certainly different, being personally invited and all. ❝You played splendidly, not that I would have expected any less. And you handled the press just as well, too. Did my little pointer help?❞

[rvlio]

living in bulgaria, viktor has little opportunity to see his friends from britain if not through their attendance at quidditch games. he cares little to throw around his weight, but he knows that he bears enough INFLUENCE to ensure his guests are seated in an area which best enjoys an unobstructed view of the pitch: appreciated by most, including hermione's companions from school, but he knows the girl isn't particularly keen on the sport. how that can be possible, he has no clue, but he can't fault her for showing little interest.

it's what made him fall for her in their school years, that grounded disregard for the glamour of any sort of relation with world - class seeker viktor krum. and so it is only natural that he is admittedly weak to her flattery. he only gives a vague jerk of the head in an appreciative response to her compliment, lips quirked up into an awkward hint of a smile, but he's more inclined to speak about her help than his excellent flying.

“ yes it did. though i must admit, i looked like a fool. ” even the little bobblehead figures they've made of him bear a scowl, viktor's noticed. and though his aloof demeanor is what seems to please the majority of his fanbase, he hopes his small gesture today was enough to make him seem more approachable, even with his thick accent tinting his words. “ where are your friends ? potter and weasley. ”

as much as he appreciates a moment alone with hermione, the three of them had seemed all but attached at the hip all those years ago. it seems almost unnatural to see her without those two flanking her. he supposes it has been long enough that they've all grown up and gone on their own diverging paths, but it doesn't feel like it to viktor, who's spent MOST of that time in preparation for this very championship. “ i hope they enjoyed the match as well. ”

[rvlio]

someone let me talk ab my ocs with them pls :0

[rvlio]

you did very well. very charming. — AND ONE MORE I PROMISE,,, For Viktor ♡

the presumption that viktor would enjoy a life lived on his passionate love for quidditch alone was a foolish thought,   and not for the reasons one would think.     while the durmstrang alum was far from unfriendly,   he could admit that his social skills could be lacking at times.     and while hurtling straight toward the ground for a wronski feint was easy enough,   knowing what to say when there were cameras flashing in his face and a thick mob of people SHOUTING questions at him was not.

when he’d consulted with the few friends he had about the issue at hand,   it was hermione who had given him the simplest solution of all:   smiling.     viktor was far from expressive even in the most emotional of moments,   his jaw set in a scowl by default and dark eyes intent in their gaze.     he was sure that changing this would do little but make him look like a fool     (   and was not entirely convinced it wouldn’t,   even now   )     in front of the crowd of journalists who sought even a glance their way.     but with this newest victory,   pushing bulgaria closer to their end goal of becoming world cup champions,   it was clear to just about everyone present that their seeker deserved to express a bit of glee when speaking about his own accomplishments.

of course, the indulgent grin he had forced for the cameras did not last long, and he was back to his usual demeanor the very second as he was out of sight.

“     thank you for your advice, hermione. did you enjoy the match ?     ”

[remusjohnslupin]

[mcflymemes]

PACIFIC RIM PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue from the 2013 film

we have chosen not only to believe in ourselves, but in each other.

not today.

there is something here we don't understand.

i really can't say.

i saw everything.

we never find anything good.

don't get cocky.

i knew he wouldn't make it.

let's get this bastard.

do not let my calm demeanor fool you.

we needed a new weapon.

who wants to know?

do i make myself clear?

i just don't wanna regret all the things that i never said.

you can go back to the wall that i found you crawling on.

haven't you heard?

i don't care what you think you saw.

guess who's back?

you have to get out of the way.

if you want to help, help with that.

you don't need to.

fortune favors the brave.

there is only one way to make sure.

i was told he was here.

this conversation is over.

turns out i was looking in the wrong direction.

you have no idea who the hell i am, or where i've come from.

you and i are the only thing standing between that ugly bastard and a city of two million people.

one look, that's all i needed.

i can do this alone.

oh, that's great. that's really great!

where would you rather die?

i want to get my hands on that.

can we just talk about this for one second?

i'm sure you can appreciate how important this moment is to me.

you can win.

i need to talk to you.

we either sit and wait, or we take these flare guns and do something really stupid.

where is my goddamn shoe?

i know. i always have.

kick his ass!

it's not obedience. it's respect.

tens of thousands of lives were lost.

don't you ever touch me again.

i think this guy's dead.

numbers are the closest we get to the handwriting of god.

hey handsome.

what do you want?

you like the name?

i imagined you differently.

i've heard a lot about you.

together. i'll go with you.

ugly bastard.

why don't you say hello?

we learned this was not gonna stop.

i'm not about to tell you my whole life story.

i do not need your sympathy or your admiration.

all i need is your compliance and your fighting skills.

the world is coming to an end.

let's check for a pulse.

i thought you couldn't keep them alive.

you're squeezing me too tight.

you're serious?

oh, i'm gonna miss you.

i take it myself.

i asked you not to refer to me by my first name when i'm around others.

there are things you can't fight.

better or worse?

do i really have a choice?

this is worth fighting for.

when i was a kid, whenever i'd feel small or lonely, i'd look up at the stars.

this was just the beginning.

we're gonna own this bad boy.

i'm sorry, it hurts to be wrong.

trust me, you don't want to.

we don't have to just obey him.

oh my god! this place is heaven!

tell me what you want before i gut you like a pig.

this is our research team.

i am not wrong.

you got a good eye.

whatever you wanna call it.

you would do that for me?

[rvlio]

❛  all of t —- this is m — my f — fault.  ❜ ( fred or newt ? )

“     well,   yes, maybe just a little.     ”    

his response is spoken not with malice but with a touch of frustration,   attention hardly on the young woman who had bumped into him.     it’s understandable,   really.     one does not have the time to sit and nurse the wounds of someone who may have a slight bruise at most when there are a number of beasts spilling out of newt’s suitcase,   eager to explore their new surroundings.    

it’s not as though he can blame them:   even with all the trouble he’d gone to ensuring the inside was as expansive and accommodating as it needed to be for each of them,   it was in a beast's untamed nature to seek out the new and exciting,   wasn’t it   ?     and when the perfect opportunity had presented itself in the form of a young woman running right into him,   a once in a million chance for his creatures,   it'd have been stupid for them not to take it.     were this location not so close to muggles   (   where they had a chance to cause far more havoc than newt truly desired for himself   )   he would have been far less concerned about this mass escape,   even willing to let them roam about under proper supervision.     but now,   he can’t be fast enough in subverting more beasts from following their brothers and sisters.

the first step is PREVENTION.     quickly,   newt is on his feet,   leaping forward to force his suitcase shut.     once he can feel the shaking of the leather under his chest still, he clicks the clasps in place and gives a heavy sigh of relief.     as he turns and properly rights himself with the handle in,   he takes a moment to study his surroundings     to check on the damage that’s been done.     it’s then that he notices one of his doxies separated from the rest of its swarm,   hovering about valerie and moving to yank at her hair.     “     careful.     we don’t want her to bite you,   now do we   ?     ” and of course, he'll have to ensure he obliviates this muggle once everything else is well taken care of.

[stillsails-deactivated20230629]

-----    𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫    𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐚𝐲    𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭,    𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫    𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭    𝐭𝐨    𝐝𝐨    𝐭𝐡𝐞    𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲    𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠    𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭    𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬    𝐡𝐢𝐦    𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐞.    he    sits    at    the    bar,    looking    at    his    fifth    pint    of    the    night.    thankfully    it    is    going    to    his    head    already,    and    the    burning    in    his    leg    has    died    down    to    an    aching    hum    thanks    to    the    alcohol    and    of    course,    the    proprietress,    sirona    (    @rvlio    ) sirona    is    busy    at    the    bar,    even    though    it    is    a    quiet    night    for    a    saturday.    just    wait    until    the    students    return    for    term.    the    three    broomsticks    is    going    to    be    packed    on    a    saturday    and    aesop    will    be    forced    to    go    drink    in    the    private    room    upstairs    as    to    not    disturb    his    gossiping    pupils.

another    drink    appears    in    front    of    him,    fizzing,    cold    and    ready    to    disappear    down    into    his    liver.    “    oh    sirona,    “    his    voice    slurs,    yet    still    fills    the    room.    “    you    are    so    good    to    me,    aren’t    you    ??    it’s    like    you    are    trying    to    win    my    heart    over.    and,    you’re    succeeding.    “ the    chilled    glass    meets    his    lips    as    he    begins    to    guzzle    the    ale    eagerly.    

[rvlio]

it would be a disservice to say sirona is anything but experienced when dealing with inebriated guests:   butterbeer is far from the strongest drink she peddles,     and her job description is quite LITERALLY hauling wizards up to their rooms in the inn when it's time for her to get some well deserved shut eye.     that aside,   this is certainly not her first rodeo with aesop sharp,   and the three broomsticks' owner is fairly confident in the prospect that it won't be her last.

she's growing acquainted with their little dance.     she knows when she has the leeway to engage other patrons in small talk,   the rhythm of her little dance around the tavern as she makes conversation and wipes down tables before inevitably returning to watch over the hogwarts professor.     long gone is the worry that he may drink himself to death at sirona's own bar.     instead,   she ensures he's got a full glass of ale before he even needs to ask.     just as a good proprietress should.

a chuckle escapes her lips when he loudly proclaims his gratitude,   and she indulges him in a wink as she plays along.     “     you've seen right through me,   aesop.     how embarrassing. what will your students say ?     ”

[rvlio]

can i borrow a comb? -for Sirona

it’s a slower day at the tavern,   quiet to the point where sirona can dawdle behind the counter whilst keeping a weather eye out for any trouble.     she prefers it like this,   if she’s being honest.     though it’s easy to fall into the rhythm of excitement that takes over the three broomsticks at night,   and the rowdy atmosphere does offer a unique sense of life,   there’s a certain comfort in sharing the space with a few regulars who have come by to relax and unwind.    

she’s used to hogwarts students pouring in on the weekends, when they're offered some leeway and an escape from classes.     some are seventh years with whom sirona has had the pleasure of becoming acquainted over the years,     while others are wide eyed first years drinking their very first butterbeer.     they’ve taken to using her humble business as a convenient rendezvous spot,   it seems,   a fact that its proprietress can appreciate.     it’s not just numbers,   heads filling the space, though she's not exactly turning down their sickles and galleons either.

a group of three students of different houses proudly wear their quidditch robes in outspoken protest against the headmaster’s decision and quietly plot a mutiny against the school faculty.     two gryffindors think they’re safe to snog in the corner for at least an hour straight.     it all reminds her of her own schoolgirl days,   of feeling that same pull toward whatever was OUTSIDE of those castle walls.     but she stops before she becomes too sentimental,   before she can fully lose herself to the nostalgia. as rosy and beautiful those years feel now, she's happy where she is, and there are patrons to attend to.

“     of course,   dear.     ”     

she takes a brief moment to put aside her rag,   wiping her hands off on the front of her apron before she is shuffling through the contents of the shelf unit behind her.     deft fingers push aside quills,   ink,   scraps of paper she doesn’t have the heart to toss in the bin.     it doesn’t take her long to locate the wooden comb she keeps behind the bar just in case,   which she hands over shortly.     “     i haven’t seen you around in a while. not getting into trouble, are we ?     ”

[mischief-managed]

EDDIE REDMAYNE as NEWT SCAMANDER FANTASTIC BEASTS: THE SECRETS OF DUMBLEDORE 2022 | dir. David Yates

[rvlio]

“ If mum’s always making us de-gnome the garden, then let’s make a game out of it, George. Reckon we could lay out scores, so the further you throw, the more points you get.” /Fred to George

he’s got two of the nasty buggers in hand,   winding up to complete a beautiful throw across the hedge and into the greater field of the burrow.     de - gnoming is far from glamorous or amusing work,   and george is getting sick of it being their chore whilst ron and ginny get to put their feet up in their respective bedrooms and watch.    

with a grunt,   the boy sends both gnomes sailing through the air,   scowling in spite of the fact that he’s managed to land them beyond the far mossy rock he’s long used to judge a successful throw.     even when he’s got two gnomes out of the garden,   there are at least FIFTY more to be plucked from the flowerbeds.

george rolls up the sleeves of his shirt now,   bending at the waist to dig at molly’s petunias.     when he straightens his back and turns to his twin,   he is hoisting three more gnomes in each hand,   before raising them above his head and beginning to swing them about. he doesn't miss a beat despite it, expression pulling into one of thought as he mulls upon the idea, unbothered by the squealing of the gnomes he's spinning.     “     brilliant idea,   fred.     extra points to whoever manages to get one through ronald’s window,   of course.     he’s got some nerve,   making us do all the work.     ”     he’s half joking about his baby brother, half serious:     frustration aside,   he can’t say he wouldn’t leap at the chance to relax whilst watching his other family members take over the job.

forming a game around the inevitable chore of de - gnoming is really trying to make the best of a bad situation,   but george will do just about anything to make the next few hours less maddening.     “     that patch of flowers over there is an easy ten points,   eh     ?     the stump’s got to be a lot more than that     ...     farther than it looks.     ”    

once he’s dropped his gnomes into the dirt,   the boy sweeps the largest into his hand and makes to throw it in a clean arc.     the little pest barely hits its intended mark, where it takes a moment to right itself through its disoriented wobbling and scampers off.     it's then that he turns to fred, brow raised as though to raise a challenge. try to do better, i dare you.

“     see   ?     that’ll be fifty, at least.     ”

[rvlio]

well aren't you just... crafty. — to Ron, said with the slightest hint of sarcasm 😌

excitement clouds his initial perception of the girl’s words as ron runs up to her,   elation showing itself in a bright grin.     it’s not as though the sarcasm shining through is particularly subtle,   but the boy is more concerned with shaking the splintered pieces of what was formerly his hand me down wand in his friend’s face,   showing off where he’s used at least three rolls of spell - o - tape to force the pieces of wood together.    

once he’s finally managed to catch on to the fact that hermione isn’t exactly keen on sharing in his excitement     (   perhaps owed to the fact that he’d all but HUNTED her down in the library and disturbed her studying   )     and that there are at least ten students staring daggers at him for making so much noise,   he pulls out the seat across from her.     the legs of the chair squeal against the wood before he's sinking into its seat, nose scrunched in displeasure.

“     oh,   haha.     very funny.     i suppose you've got a better idea for how i can get this stupid wand working again then   ?     before i lose ten more house points for blowing smoke in snape's face whilst brewing my girding potion.     ”     both seamus and dean had found it all rather funny, especially when ron's face had practically turned the ruddy color of his hair, but he knows the rest of his fellow gryffindors won't find it in them to forgive him twice. as if to prove his point, he gives his wand a purposeful swish. it hisses in protest, briefly sparking at the tip before fizzling out. it's an improvement from its performance yesterday, but hermione still seems far from impressed.

honestly   !     always with her nose buried in a book.     and a LOCKHART book,   no less,   he notes as he squints at the cover.     “     travels with trolls.     haven’t you read that one at least three times already   ?     ”

[rpclefairy]

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

“ am i not good enough? ”  

“ you’ve been so quiet. what’s on your mind? ”  

“ why did you help me? ”  

“ who do you fight for? ”  

“ why do you hate me? ”  

“ have you come to laugh at me in my miserable state? ”  

“ you’re not dating anyone, are you? ”  

“ i’ve got your back, okay? ”  

“ where do you think you’re going? ”  

“ how long have i been asleep? ”  

“ are you going to kill me? ”  

“ why can’t i come with you? ”  

“ we all have secrets, don’t we? ”  

“ did you want to be alone? ”  

“ why should i trust you? ”  

“ wait. did you hear that? ”  

“ promise me? ”  

“ why are you talking like we’ll never see each other again? ”  

“ do you remember anything at all? ”  

“ what? no witty remark? nothing clever to say? ”  

“ you wanna know what your problem is? ”  

“ may i have this dance? ”  

“ can i ask… what happened? ”  

“ how many people have you killed? how many? ”  

“ do you ever hear yourself? ”  

“ would you run away with me? ”  

“ could you be happy here with me? ”  

“ you can’t or you won’t? ”  

“ you slept with them, didn’t you? ”  

“ well, how do i look? ”  

“ after all you’ve done how can i possibly trust you? ”  

“ why can’t you let me in? what are you so afraid of? ”  

“ what did they do to you? ”  

“ so why’s it so important anyway? ”  

“ where have you been? ”  

“ why are you looking at me like that? ”  

“ why did you come? ”  

“ what are you doing out here by yourself? ”  

“ is… that my shirt you’re wearing? ”  

“ you… don’t like me very much, do you? ”  

“ why does it always have to be a fight with you? ”

“ why can’t you look me in the eye? ”  

“ can you forgive me? ”  

“ what if i never see you again? ”  

“ you were going to leave without saying goodbye? ”  

“ how about a little midnight snack? ”  

“ are you… smelling me? ”  

“ how did you get this scar? ”  

“ what do you want in exchange for it? ”  

“ what did you want to tell me? ”  

[ofhalfbloodprince]

@rvlio liked for a one-liner, choosing Remus.

"I really wish I didn't have to remember what you just said."

[rvlio]

“     i’m sorry you didn’t appreciate my little joke there,   severus.     i shan’t call you professor snake again.     ”

[   ...   ]     he is definitely going to call him professor snake again.

[rvlio]

❛  why would i lie to you?  ❜ ( katie @ george )

the question is posed with such sincerity that,   combined with the sheer absurdity of the announcement which preceded it,   george finds himself caught off guard.     he’s waiting for fred to find a book in the library     (   best to divide and conquer when they’re attempting to acquire a tome necessary for a future prank,   lest they arouse suspicion before they can even begin on their preparations   )     as he leans against the cool stone of the courtyard pillar,   occupying himself with watching two ravenclaws play gobstones.     not exactly the most thrilling game,   but far better than pacing about in boredom until his twin returns.    

this mental stumble backwards is quickly righted as george realizes exactly WHAT katie’s words mean for him,   and he cannot help the immediate groan which escapes his lips.     “     wood’s gone mad,   expecting us to practice in this weather.     it’ll be raining all night.     ”     george is far from a poor sport,   rarely whinging and usually willing to go along with most of their captain’s crazy schemes without as much lip as he would like to give him on occasion,   but his idea of an ideal weekend is decidedly not spending it on his cleansweep five,   soaking wet and shivering in his quidditch robes.    

still,   there isn’t much either of them can do when oliver wood wants to schedule an extra - extra practice session.     not even dumbledore himself could stop him at this point.     “     least you've got an out.     he couldn’t get to you if you hid out in the girls’ dormitory     [ ... ]     ‘course,   i wouldn’t be surprised if he managed to find a way in there just to scream his head off.     ”