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[renissance]

Six of Crows / Kaz Brekker: 

“You can't spend his money if you're dead."                     "I'll acquire expensive habits in the afterlife.” 

present for @charluspotters ✵

[nzenik]

lit meme: 1/7 friendships “the gangsey”

what a strange constellation they all were

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[teddylupen-archive]

Business As Usual

LINNY + muggle au based off of this post from otpprompts (mentions of past ginny x harry)

read it on ao3 here and thank you to @observantmj for naming both the cat and the fic :) 

It was absolutely pouring down, and Ginny had never been more grateful that she lived only 10 minutes from the shops. Hurrying down her street carrying three bags of groceries from her local Tesco, she rummaged around in her bag to find her keys. Sure, Luna was home, but knowing that girl she wouldn’t notice that someone was ringing the doorbell.  

They had met at sixth form, cause Ginny’s best friend, Hermione introduced them. Luna had somehow become friends with Ginny’s older brother Ron, and his best friend Harry, who Ginny had been dating at the time. She was a quirky girl, and a lot of students had made fun of her, calling her insane, until Harry and Hermione and Ron had become friends with her and started defending her.

It wasn’t until upper sixth that they became quite close. Harry had gone off to Uni, leaving Ginny behind, and Luna had often comforted her when the long-distance relationship hurt a bit too much. Harry and Ginny broke up at the end of that year, after Ginny had done her A Levels, and it was Luna who had helped her get through that heartbreak.

Surprisingly, both Luna and Ginny had wound up at the same university, studying completely different subjects. Luna had gone down the English Literature & Creative Writing route, whereas Ginny had opted for a Business and Management course. They made time to see each other, to the point where, outside of classes, they were spending most of their time together, and their mutual friends just assumed they were a couple. They didn’t correct them, or try to convince anyone that they weren’t.

The first time they kissed was the night before Ginny’s really important, final exam. She was freaking out that she didn’t know anything, and was convinced that she was going to fail. Luna simply commented, “ There’s no point freaking out now.” And when Ginny started listing all the reasons why she should be freaking out, Luna just sighed softly and pressed her lips gently against Ginny’s, in what Ginny thinks was an attempt to shut her up. You never know with Luna, but if that’s what she was going for, she definitely succeeded.

They both graduated that year, and 5 years later, they’re still going strong, living in a small but cosy apartment in the middle of London. Ginny was working in a managerial position at a reasonably fancy restaurant, which was well paid but not exactly what she had planned to do with her life. She wanted to run her own business, but the restaurant job was purely a way to save money and pay the rent. Luna was writing children’s books and so far, they’d been pretty successful. Her imagination was absolutely crazy, and she poured all of it into her books, so it was no surprise that children loved them.

Ginny finally found her keys just as she made it to her apartment building, and entered the 4-digit code to open the front door. Pulling the hood of her jacket down now that she was no longer in the rain, she decided against the lift and started climbing the stairs, just to slightly dry off a bit before reaching her apartment on the third floor. Just as she came to the door which connected the stairwell and the third-floor corridor, she could hear music thumping from the end of the corridor. Sighing ever so slightly to her herself, she made a mental note to apologise to the neighbours, because only Luna would be playing music this loud on this floor.

Turning the key and opening the door to her apartment, Ginny was greeted by an earful of music which she had never really liked in the first place. She shrugged off her jacket and went to go and put the shopping bags down in the kitchen. After putting the relevant food items into the fridge so they wouldn’t go off or melt, she went to go and find Luna and turn the music down.  

Upon entering the living room, she found her girlfriend kneeling on the floor, moonlight blonde hair piled on the top of her head, practically wrestling with their slightly overweight cat, Astrid, who just so happened to be wearing a princess tiara and a tiny pink pinafore. Luna was trying to fit tiny pink boots onto Astrid, whilst still managing to sing along to the lyrics to whatever song was currently playing.

“ ‘ I'ma buy you a drank, then I'ma take you home with me. I got money in the bank, shawty, what you think about that?’ I’ll be in ’ - Oh, hello Ginny. I didn’t hear you come in.” Luna turned to smile at her girlfriend, all the while still trying to get Astrid into the boots.

“You didn’t hear me come in because the music is so loud,” Ginny replied, as she walked over to where Luna had placed her phone and paused the music. “What are you doing to poor Astrid, anyways?”

“I needed some inspiration for my book, and it hit me. The cat princess! I just needed Astrid to model for me, but she won’t co-operate.” Luna sounded so put out that Ginny couldn’t help but giggle slightly at the sight in front of her: her girlfriend pouting as their cat tried desperately to get away.  

Ginny knelt down beside Luna, and gently took Astrid out of her arms, giving her a slight stroke before letting her run off into the apartment. “You know, I really didn’t expect you to be playing dress up with our cat when I got back home. Where did you even get the miniature clothing, anyways?”

“I have clothing of all shapes and sizes, for every occasion that may arise.” Luna replied, her airy tone serious. “You never know when a small child may ask you to borrow a dress.”

Ginny laughed, then leaned in to kiss her girlfriend softly on the lips. “I do love you, Luna.”

Luna smiled against Ginny’s lips. “Of course you do. For what would be the point in loving you, if you didn’t love me in return?”

[pekkarolling]

for @hogwartshousesnet slytherclaw vs. gryffinpuff: “When he saw what he had done, he was overcome with remorse. He took the weapon that had claimed my life, and used it to kill himself. All these centuries later, he wears his chains as an act of penitence… as he should.“

[pekkarolling]

@thegrishaversenet event: “I ... I don't understand half of what goes on around me. I don't get jokes or sunsets or poetry, but I know metal.” --David

[pekkarolling]

Prompt for @hpwritersnet: Minerva Mcgonagall

Minerva Mcgonagall was nervous.

She didn’t show it, of course, keeping her spine straight and her expression neutral. Her father, a pastor, had taught her at least that much: when you’re a flurry of emotions, keep the storm inside until later, and let your best face show. Minerva didn’t know how well this had worked for her father, seeing as she hadn’t attended church for some odd ten years out of her eleven.  But it seemed sound advice. So she kept the nervousness inside her as she listened to the giggles and whispers of her Hogwarts class. More than a few had made quite a few friends on the train and were eager to share their thoughts and fears for the sorting ahead with their peers.

But Minerva, or Minnie, as she liked to be called, had only made a single friend on the train ride–if he could even be called that. He had already gone up at the sound of his name (which was rather whimsical, Minerva thought, though her own name had caused quite the stir up in Scotland). A tattered hat had been perched atop his head for five long minutes before it roared a hearty “Ravenclaw!” and sent him to his appropriate table. She was happy for him; Filius Flitwick hadn’t wanted much, but he had wanted blue and bronze for house colors.

Minnie didn’t have her heart set on anything. She was too sensible for that. Although Ravenclaw was looking far friendlier now that the boy who had the same thoughts on Quidditch as her was seated at their table….

“McGonagall, Minerva.”

She stepped forwards, heart thrumming. This was it. 

The hat was warm–possibly because it was sentient, possibly because it had been atop quite a few heads before hers. All of which were turned towards her, like she was on a funeral pyre, or in a casket, or–

She decided to close her eyes. It helped.

“Hmmmm,” whispered the Sorting Hat, as though it was like a cat curled right next to her brain. Minnie shivered involuntarily. “I see you are quite the responsible girl, Minerva.”

Her lips tugged downwards. She was sick of being the responsible girl, the girl who cleaned up everyone’s messes. It would be much better to be valiant, and brave–like her mother, when she stood up to the pastor’s wishes–or intelligent and wise, like the one girl in the village who found a way to get all her chores done in twice the time so she could study to become a nurse to better the world. 

Minnie was sick of being the older sister.

“Ah, so you tend towards Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, then?” the hat mused. 

Minnie pressed her lips together. “Yes,” she thought back. “I’d rather be a hero or a scholar than a stand in for Ma.”

“Why can’t you be both?”

Minnie thought about it, and sighed. The hat had a point, as strange as it sounded. “I can’t be both. How can knowledge be heroic? How can being a hero be smart?”

The hat chuckled, which screamed condescension. “You will find out.”

“Can you not be confusing?”

Another laugh. Minnie crossed her arms, putting on the expression that she used when her brothers were acting up and she was having none of it.

“You’re plenty wise enough to make this choice, and plenty brave enough to pick the right one for you.”

There it was: the truth. She thought about it long and hard, exchanging more words with the Sorting Hat before whispering what she wanted. 

Minerva McGonagall wasn’t always a legend, or a strong witch, or the best in her year. Once upon a time she had been a small little girl who was forced to grow up too soon with a penchant for magic and following her father’s advice. Once upon a time, she had just been “Minnie”. 

Once upon a time, she had a choice, and that choice would shape her life forever.