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penelxpewrites:
Hufflepuffs are trustworthy and loyal. We don’t shoot our mouths off, but cross us at your peril; like our emblem, the badger, we will protect ourselves, our friends and our families against all-comers. Nobody intimidates us.
foolishbcy:
“You take the words right out of my mouth,” Peter wanted to say, but due to his mouth being stuffed with unchewed food, it ended up sounding like something not close to what he had intended to say. Holding his hand in the air to indicate that he had to swallow his food — he had some manners, after all — he grinned ( which was not at all an appealing sight ). “Fuck, okay, I meant to say: you take the words right out of my mouth. I could live here, if my mum allowed it.”
Even though Rose tried desperately to finish her food ( failing, having to desperately put it in a napkin -- the two looked appealing indeed ) before Peter started talking with his in his mouth, she couldn’t. It was hilarious, he hadn’t even finished eating, and though she had seen prettier sights -- she knew he didn’t mean it on purpose. Turning to the side, she broke our into belly aching laughter, having to bend over, the same laughter wracking her body. When she went back to look up, his grin was just -- the laughter took over once more,
“Peter, please, I’m not taking anything from your mouth ‘til you swallow it. But you could live here? Really?” It made her smile, because for the first time, she didn’t feel alone in that feeling. “Well, maybe your mum might let you, who knows.”
professorcadwallader:
“What a perfect way to explain it! I might have to include that in my next letter to my mother. I am not.” Eirian was never really sure how much personal information to divulge to students but since this was really in the distant past, she didn’t mind talking about it - especially when Rosmerta seemed truly interested. “I was betrothed shortly after I left Hogwarts, as I said, but I managed to talk my parents into postponing the wedding itself and then my husband-to-be fell in love with a girl from his childhood and ran away with her. I was hardly bereft, and my parents must have been stunned because they didn’t push me for another betrothal until I was independent enough that I could tell them no.”
"She might like it, it might give her an awakening or she’ll get really mad. In case she gets mad, just blame it on one of your wild students,” Rose laughed, imagining the situation in it’s entirety, hoping she wasn’t making her professor uncomfortable in any way, shape, or form. Still, hearing so much, learning so much, it was lovely to her. Once again, she listened to the story, amazed and proved right that Professor Cadwallader was a woman to be reckoned with. Convincing her parents to postpone the wedding the point where her husband to be fell in love with someone else? Amazing. “So, now you’re here, doing something you love and living a life you love. And they think you should be doing something inside the lines? Don’t bother, really, I’ve found people who stay in a box never see anything outside the boxes walls. It’s dreary.”
DARK RP STARTERS
"You'll be fine."
"I'm afraid it's very fatal."
"These test results..don't make any sense."
"How far can your arm go before it breaks?"
"I'll carve your eyes out with a spoon."
"What does he have that I don't"
"Why did he choose her instead of me?"
"..Why?"
"Make as many stab wounds as you want."
"I am destined as your tool."
"The girl must die."
"The boy must die."
"I want to taste your blood on my lips."
"Where do we go from here?"
"These voices..cease to let me be."
"I..can't stop crying."
"Use me as you will."
"None of it matters now."
"Shadows fallow my every step."
"You've gone..completely mad."
"I'm barking mad."
"Winter is coming."
"I could kill you right now."
"You..You're dead!"
"May the lord have mercy on your soul."
"The mental ward let me out early this year."
"Oh how i miss the voices."
"Everyone is equal when they're dead."
"Cancel Christmas."
"Bring me more war."
"I love war."
"I piss on your traditions."
"I hate your heart."
"I hate your soul."
"I promise, you won't feel a thing."
"Bring her to me."
"Bring him to me."
"A few holes in the head give the madness more space."
"I hate everything about you."
"I will abandon you."
"What is that girl up to?"
"I am stretched on your grave."
"Kill me now.."
"If I fall from the grace of God where no murdered ghost can haunt me.."
"You are one in from the plank, don't make me push you."
"I don't care."
"Leave me behind."
"Everything you've told me was a lie!"
"Everything I've told yo was a lie!"
"How could you ever think to leave them behind?"
"Someone should nail your feet to the floor."
"My last breath will be your curse."
"He will KILL you."
"She will KILL you."
"I did noting."
"It was an accident!"
"You've killed your own brother!"
"I want nothing to do with him!"
"How can I possibly trust you?"
"Pathetic."
andrewjianli:
“Yeah, yeah, I know I’m hardly special in that. I just prefer to get my education in less embarrassing ways.” He eyed the plate just for a minute before tearing off some of it and popping it into his mouth. A protest to her teasing was on the tip of his tongue but it vanished as he began eating the … bread? He didn’t really know what it was but it was really good. “Oh my god, what is this?”
Rosmerta broke out into laughter at Andrew’s comment. Whether he knew it or not, he was funny. The two were considered the artsy type at Hogwarts, sometimes looked at weirdly for their hair color choices among other things. His face was classic, and Rose took out her camera quickly, “hold on, hold on, keep that face,” taking off the cap and adjusting everything she needed to, she took a picture. “It’s cinnamon sugar coated Challah bread with chocolate chips. I baked it.”
reginaldslythermole:
“That is exactly how I’m saying it because it is,” Reg avowed easily. It was easy to smile at her or be around her. He found himself doing it instinctively more often than normal with anyone else. Which was weird and he had no idea how to place why. Or maybe he did, but he just wasn’t looking far enough into that feeling. “Don’t tell anyone, but blue?” It was honestly a joke. It wasn’t like he would get jinxed or anything because he preferred another house’s color. He was already not his houses favorite person, so at this point nothing mattered. “I’m sure I’ll have loads of fun.” Honestly, he was always for something new and exciting, especially if it was Rosmerta teaching him.
“I suppose we’ll have to see if there’s more.” He shrugged because he had no clue himself since he absolutely wasn’t forcing them. “As long as I’m your favorite. It’s really all that matters. I could make it through my sentence.”
When Rosmerta hugged him, he hugged her back. It was almost surprising that she did, but not in a bad way, no. He personally would’ve hugged her had he known for certain that would’ve been appropriate or what she needed. “There’s nothing to thank me for.” When they pulled back from the hug, he looked back into her eyes. “Besides, you’re always there for me, everyone. It’s about time someone was there for you.” Though that wasn’t the only reason he was there for her.
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?”
reginald moodboard : 2/? ( feat. rosmerta daniels )
details from a self portrait i started today
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Rosmerta and Kate → 1 of ???
‘There are some people in life that make you laugh a little louder, smile a little bigger, and live just a little bit better.’
kate-estelle-wood:
“I’ve told you, Rose, you’ve got to stop spoiling me.” Kate gave her a grin and munched on her chips as her friend went off in search of something she clearly wanted Kate to have. When she came back with garlic salt Kate’s eyes widened slightly. “If that is indeed garlic salt then you are getting a huge hug. Since when did that stuff exist around here? I haven’t had any since I was in Diagon Alley!”
“I can’t! It wouldn’t be fair,” she yelled back with a smile before going off. Sitting back down with the extra chips and garlic salt she handed it to her, “it is! Why would I dare bring you fake garlic salt? That would be mad and rude, and many other words I don’t want to say but I’ll say one. Hmm ... -- some downright fuckery. I made it! Just stored it here because I worked here over the summer, I thought it was about time we brought it here. I still need to clear it with Babs though, we’ll keep this our secret, yeah?”
andrewjianli:
“That sounds right. And I like not being wrong. It makes me feel better about myself.” Laughing, he glanced at her plate in curiosity but nodded agreeably. He didn’t necessarily go out of his way to try new foods but he never turned it down. “Well I don’t usually have any problems in the spontaneity department. No food allergies so I’m good to try it.”
She laughed along, “you and about the rest of the world, Andrew, but actually especially you. It’s fair enough. Being wrong can sometimes be really educational — but, I digress.” So, he was going to take the challenge. Smart man seeing as what was in front of her was not only bread but Challah, coated in cinnamon sugar with rogue chocolate chips. “Suuuure you don’t,” she teased, because after being in the same year and house with him she was somewhat aware, but it was still fun to tease, of course, “good!” Pushing over the plate, she smiled, “bon appétite!”
But aren't you canonically a red head?
But aren’t you canonically not my wife? You can’t hide what’s inside, Rosie.
