#defystart

[lavenderism-blog1]

starter: open. date & time: february 18th, 17:08.

Lavender sat down in a chair outside of Florian Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlour with her large bowl of ice cream, ready to dig in after her day of shopping. She’d found herself with another day off, and had wanted to make the most of it. It was when she’d shovelled her last scoop of the ice cream into her mouth, savouring the taste, that she heard footsteps coming up behind her. “’Ello,” she greeted, mouth too full to form words properly.

[ahginny-blog]

She’s been sitting in the strategy room for hours, trying to puzzle out the sheer madness of the last attack, and she’s gotten absolutely nowhere. Furious, frustrated, and still stinging from her conversation with Harry, Ginny’s on edge - well, more so than usual. Hearing footsteps approaching’s the last thing she needs - and, as it becomes apparent that whoever it is is coming into the strategy room as well, Ginny slams her heavy book shut with a thud and sighs heavily in frustration.

“ You could knock.” She snaps, whirling around in her chair to face her visitor.

[fredgideonweasley-blog1]

hello! please like this for a random starter from Fred! Even if we already have/had something! It might be a short gif convo or a longer thread, depending on what mood strikes me. i just need more interactions :)

[fredgideonweasley-blog1]

starter call

//hihi! please like this post if you’d like a starter from freddo! i’d like to get starters going but am the *awk* when it comes to open ones :D

[fredgideonweasley-blog1]

     “I’ve got me a rash in an unmentionable area and good ol’ Georgie-Porgie is no where to be seen so, uh, you must apply cream to it for me lest I be suffering to high hell for the next four to eight weeks. Here you are. Have at it. Please.”

[ahginny-blog]

&&. curfew

Date: February 12th, 1999 Time: 00:56 Location: Outside Kennith Village

She was bleeding, though not heavily - a faint stream from her forearm and another at her forehead from a few run-ins with the Death Eaters - but Ginny was convinced that’s something was very, very wrong. Stationed well outside the encampment, she’d seen a grand total of four other figures on the road - a very low number given what their intelligence had suggested. They were missing something. She could almost sense it - but Ginny was hopeless confused as to what. 

A figure approached, and Ginny started, before recognizing her companion, and letting out an audible sigh. “ Merlin. You almost gave me a heart attack. ” It was true - her heart beat so loudly in her chest she was almost certain it was audible. “ What are you doing here? You shouldn’t be here. Something’s not right. ”

[pansvparkinsons-blog]

&&. curfew

Date: February 11th, 1999 Time: 22:03 Location: The Three Broomsticks

The water rings on the bar top provided Pansy with a distraction she wasn’t used to need. Before, she had no difficulty finding arms to wrap around herself and bodies to dance against. People once flocked to her like the other Slytherin girls used to in Hogwarts, and she had no difficulty getting anyone’s attention. But since the curfew had been announced, everyone seemed to be on the edge; even people Pansy knew didn’t have anything to worry about. They spoke in hushed tones, rushing out of the bar in groups, and Pansy was soon left alone with a few dodgy looking patrons in the almost empty bar. Sighing, she considered getting home, but soon drowned that idea away with a shot of pure vodka. Home was empty and far too big for one person. It was a place Pansy liked to avoid as much as possible, though she didn’t have a choice but to go back to it every night. It was hers, after all. Still, as she looked out the window and saw that the Dementors had started patrolling the streets, she couldn’t help but let a curse slip past her plump lips

“Fuck.”