#clara1

[friendlyneighborhooddoctor-blog]

@claraxlang

Luke was standing between two large trees attempting to bend them to form an arch and it wasn’t working. He’d be stuck in a rut of doing the same old spells and he wanted to stretch his magical arms so to speak. He took a step back and stared at the trees. “You fuckers are going to do this for me so I don’t feel like such I washed up old witch,” he mumbled to the trees. He took a deep breath flicked his wrist around in a few semi-circles. A few branches cracked loudly and a few fell to the forest floor. “Son of a bitch,” he called out loudly.

[solcno-blog]

Sitting in the Study Hall, Austin was trying to focus on the work before him. Essays were hard enough, and with all the reading he had to do...---he was trying his best not to panic. So instead, he plugged in his headphones, listening to Great Disaster as he tried to do his reading. But instead, the Hufflepuff got swept away by the beats, soon trying to recreate his own version of the song.

[naomemories]

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[lorcandeath]

@clara-bcnes

“Clara...hi.” If there was someone in this world, who got him to stop on his tracks even after all these years, it would be Clara. People and places didn’t compare to the love and the loss that was them, and yet here he was again. “It’s...been a while?”

[lcngbcttoms]

@clara-bcnes

“Oh yeah no, the plan is definitely foolproof. I’m shipping Alice to France, where she’s going to be safer than being here.” Frank stood by the wall, in Clara’s home on a weekend, which wasn’t unusual, but their topic of conversation sure was. “I am worried for her, for Merlin’s sake. It’s getting worse out there, with the crowds and the attacks. And I would never be able to forgive myself if something happened to her.”