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@wildmoored:
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he stared, and then stared some more. “er… i don’t, actually. not a mind reader. but i’m going to guess it’s something about me or the twins or lee or all four of us being in some sort of trouble.”
“Good start, Mr. Alden. And why do you suppose you might be in some sort of trouble?“
@wildmoored
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—his mind blanked for a moment as he turned to say something sarcastic and instead he felt a sudden pair of hands on either side of his face, pulling him in to a forceful kiss. the whatever-it-was between him and fred had been going on for a little while now, though he hadn’t put a name to it yet and they usually didn’t suddenly kiss right there in the common room. even if it was a little emptier at this hour. after a few moments his thoughts returned, his lips pulsing with touch. ❛ you’re in a good mood today. ❜
Fred was running his tongue thoughtfully over his lips. “We should do that more often,” he decided after a moment, and laughed. “Not so unusual for me to be in a good mood, is it?” These days, it was, actually, much as he tried to pretend otherwise. “But yeah, yours truly just got back from a little day trip to London. Go on, ask me why.” He perched expectantly on the arm of the nearest sofa.
@snufflesmajor
“A’ight, I know, trade secrets and all, but we can all see you’re long past your school days, mate. How'd you manage to not get expelled? Spill it.”
”Sherbet. Sh... Shivering Sherbet. Shivering? Nah... Flu? Flu... Fondant? Flu... coughing... cold... c... c-c-c... Common Cold... Candyfloss.”
These days, conversations with George often devolve into nonsense like this.
@aalchemist
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She sighed, inviting the girl to take a seat in her office chair. Truthfully, so did she. But by this point, she knew it was useless to think about the future- it was of no help.
“And what did you think it would be like, my darling?“ she questioned while closing the door, making sure no one would listen in. She was certainly interested- after all the staff meetings- to see what a student’s opinion was.
Settling into the chair, Angelina took a deep breath. Then another. She hated this feeling: like she was fighting back tears when her eyes were dry, like her hands were shaking when they weren’t. This must be what stars felt like just before they imploded.
But she somehow kept her voice steady as she said, “I thought she would just observe us, or something. She’s an Inquisitor, right? Not a—a—a dictator. She’s disrupting the school.”
And by “the school,” she of course means Quidditch.
@she–knows-it-all:
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“George- Put me down!” Hᴇʀᴍɪᴏɴᴇ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴏᴜɴᴅ sᴛᴇʀɴ ʙᴜᴛ ᴀ ɢɪɢɢʟᴇ sᴛɪʟʟ ᴇsᴄᴀᴘᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ, ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ sᴍᴀᴄᴋ ʜɪs ᴀss ɪɴ ғʀᴜsᴛʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, “l am not a sack of potatoes!”
“Just as well. I’m not after a sack of potatoes, unless you happen to know one what paid as much attention in fourth year Potions as you did.” George laughed over his shoulder. “Having fun back there?”
Tonks groaned in the frustration as she stormed and by miracle not tripping on her feet’s to the twin’s bedroom where she didn’t bother to knock and simply walked in. “Alright, which one of you shirked my favorite boots with one of your pranks? Not to mention the spikiness of last night, I know it was one of you.”
The twins were huddled over a small cauldron on the floor, from which a plume of very purple smoke was steadily rising. As Tonks entered, George started, dropped his wand in it, and swore.
“You know, do you?” said Fred through his laughter as he cancelled the heating spell on the cauldron. “And just how d’you know that? Ron’s a notorious boot thief back home, y’know.”
“Wouldn’t put it past Sirius, either,” George suggested. “Seems awful fond of boots.” He extracted his wand carefully and made a face. Unsightly slime was running off it in rivulets.
“Or Hermione,” Fred added. “After all, they’d hardly fit any of us, now, would they?”
@draco-themalfoy:
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“You are both pathetic! Damn Weasleys, I know that it was you…or you or you both who did it!” Draco hissed then crossed his arms.
“The blonde is natural just so you know!”
“Well, that makes three of us. We know we did it, too.”
“As good as admitted it just now. Do keep up.”
“Meanwhile, you needn’t get snippy. We don’t doubt that it’s natural.”
“Nobody’d want to look like your Death Eater dad, after all. Must’ve been unfortunate enough to be born like that, you poor thing.”
