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[ddracoluciusmalfoy]

I'm not quite sure how to feel about much of anything these days, truth be told.

[ddracoluciusmalfoy]

It's amazing, the rubbish the Wizarding World comes up with.

[ex-curse-breaker]

Bill & Fleur | Place and Time

Despite the fact that Bill had severed his commitment with Kingsley's search party, he made sure that he was kept informed in regards to the groups findings and their tracking of Greyback. Last he heard, he was still on the run with several unidentifiable individuals, presumably infected with lycranthrop. They had several opportunities to sieze him, but decided against it under the impression that he would lead them to other death eaters who had gone into hiding since the uprising at the Ministry. Bill had been frustrated by this decision on Kingsley's part, really only concerned about Greyback. However, he had very little say in it from where he stood so he didn't bother to voice his opinion. He believed that the threat had been greatly lessened after the failed attempt to stir things up at the Ministry several months ago. The Aurors were still trying to coax whatever information they could out of those they had in custody, so Bill wasn't too worried about any organized threat on the horizon. At the moment, he was simply concerned with Greyback's movement and what he might do now that he appeared to be organizing his pack again. However, only at work did he really have time to devote his worries to Greyback. At home, Fleur seemed to occupy his mind, more than usual. He once great enthusiasm about being pregnant had suddenly taken a nose dive and all she appeared to do now was voice her concern about her body; wanting it back, or wondering if she would ever get it back. The physical stress of carrying a child, now heavy and well into her eighth month, was beginning to weigh heavy on her confidence. The woman that was once so confident with her body and her appearance, one of the many sides of her that he had fallen in love with, was now becoming self-conscious and shy. Because she had been confined to bed rest over the past couple of weeks, she had taken to lounge about all day in either her pajamas or comfortable sweats. Not that she had any reason to dress up. Bill would occasionally let her cheat and go against the healer's requests by taking her out for a walk along the beach. He figured that it was a bit of exercise that she very much needed, and it gave her the opportunity to experience some fresh air that just didn't cut it by cracking a few windows. He did whatever he could to make these final two months easy for her, knowing that she was suffering more than he since she was the one who had to physically carry their child. Everything was ready; the nursery had been finished, empty formula bottles had been put in the pantry, and a high chair already stood tall at the end of the kitchen table. Absolutely everything was ready. Even Fleur was ready--she had been very visibly, and audibly, anxious to have their child already. Bill felt as though he was the only one who wasn't. Despite all the execution and the planning and the talking, it wasn't until now that Bill had realized just how unprepared he really was. Was he ready to welcome this new, permanent addition to his life? The last time he brought someone into his life, he had time to think long and hard about it before making any concrete decisions. The decision to add this baby to his life had been made for him, and that nine months was just time for him to get ready. As if he could really do anything about it now if he decided that he wasn't ready to take on fatherhood. Now, sitting on a stool alongside Fleur as the medi-witch performed her weekly check-up, he realized that there were only a handful of these occasions left before Fleur's due date. Time was going by fast, and he wasn't sure if he liked it.

[xadrian-puceyx]

Mastering The Art Of Women || Hermione

As the minutes passed, Adrian found himself growing more and more anxious. After his conversation with Granger- what was her first name again? Probably not important- he headed right over to the Three Broomsticks to wait for her to show up, for fear he'd be late and miss out on this opportunity. He sat in a booth near the front, (where he was sure she'd see him) slowly sipping a warm Butterbeer and periodically looking at his watch. His excitement stemmed mostly from the fact that he had never been in a real relationship, and had never gone any further than a kiss with a girl. He wasn't sure why, but he sure as hell trusted Granger more than any of his friends to find him a date, and possibly a girlfriend. After all, she was the only person he had actually felt comfortable enough to admit it to.

Adrian's lack of experience wasn't so much do to external factors, he wasn't gross or unhygienic, or ugly. He just lacked a certain factor that women found appealing. Or even tolerable for long. It was a sort of unbearable awkwardness that manifested itself through crude insults and jackassed-ness that he was known for. He sipped his still frothy Butterbeer, that unknowingly dripped down the sides of his mouth to his shirt. He looked at his watch again as the time approached and he suddenly got nervous. What if she didn't have any friends to set him up with, or they were ugly? Sighing to himself, he looked towards the door for the hundredth time in the past ten minutes waiting for the familiar bushy headed lady to walk through.

[xadrian-puceyx]

Huh? || Astoria

Adrian always hated going through Diagon Alley on his own, especially on a Saturday. He couldn't help but feel overwhelmed, crowded and unorganized as he tried to squeeze through the crowds of witches and wizards to get to his destination. It really didn't help that he felt those things nearly all of the time, but the narrow street just made things worse.The worst part of living on his own, he thought, was that he was required to shop on his own for groceries and necessities; it was enough to make him want to move back in with his mother.

He walked towards the large marble structure that could only Gringotts wizard bank, but as he looked at the building and not what was directly in front of him, he tripped on a cart that was sitting outside of a potion ingredient store and tripped, landing face first on the cobblestone.

Getting back to his feet, he looked up to see the crowd of people around him laughing and gesturing towards him. To escape embarrassment, he walked into the first shop he saw and shut the door behind him, hoping no one would try to entire, despite the fact that he would probably get in trouble. He noticed others inside of the shop, but figured they hadn't seen him, so he casually walked towards a display case.

[hhermionejeangranger-blog]

I find it absolutely ridiculous (and a little bit offensive, truth be told!) that people always feel the need to give me the strangest of looks whenever I'm taking Crookshanks out for his daily walk in the park! It's not as if I'm the only person to bring their pets outside for little excursions--and Crookshanks needs all the exercise he can get, the poor dear!

[ddracoluciusmalfoy]

I can't seem to shake the feeling that something's about to go very, very wrong.

[ddracoluciusmalfoy]

There's nothing worse than stale butterbeer. I could go my entire life without tasting that again.