#findsbeasts

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@findsbeasts replied to your post: if you really think about it how unlikely is it...

maybe there’s like a ‘sorting hat’ for prefects, like a 'naughty or nice’ list that tells them who’s most worthy. but I like the idea of head of house.

though that would make it impartial and also very effective, if that was the case the prefect hat would have had an aneurysm at pansy even being an option

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❛    ––––––  did you just say mummy is here?   ❜

@findsbeasts

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scary salem lady: frIEND!! are you a seeker?  newt: actually i’m more of a chas-  theseus, shouting from the back: HE NEVER MADE THE TEAM!!! 

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THERES NO BETTER SPELL

magic user @findsbeasts, about the Imperius Curse 

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findsbeasts replied to your post: theseus is an asshole to everyone but children 

but can u tell that to mini newt.

he wouldn’t be a dick to mini newt as it is not the mini’s fault that his dad is the Worst most aestheticless person in all the universe. he would be so nice to mini newt that mini newt’s first words would be “papa...sucks” 

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❛  you know, of course, this isn’t a social visit.   ❜   nothing about his aspect spoke even remotely to it. the resigned, distinct air reigned over ; erect posture and piercing eyes with little warmth to be spared. a man on a mission willing to see it through. not to mention, he’d abandoned the habit of sentimentality after the war  –– not that there was much to go about in the first place, especially for newt.  ❛   your expertise is required by the ministry, and i am here to collect it.  ❜   superiors thought it a good call to send the elder sibling after his younger counterpart, unaware of how inconvenient the assignment had been.  ❛   pack your home and come with me.  ❜

@findsbeasts   ･ﾟ✶——  starter call. 

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queenie: so teenie-  newt: why does she call u that tina: why newt all siblings have a nickname for each other queenie: what does ur brother call u newt: ……fuckwit

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For @findsbeasts​

❦     The unicorn had learned when lunch was taken in the castle. At the time where the sun was in the highest position, children would flow from the halls with books and papers in hand, all following the same path to the large hall from which their voices echoed out. A place of much conversation and laughter, as she could hear. She’d learned that, if she waits, children will then come from the halls and down to quiet places or the field to relax and play. Then she could watch and let her heart fill with their youthful joy. 

         It was sometime after that, now. All the witches and wizards had returned to their classrooms and the campus was quiet. To the groundkeeper’s garden she walked, her head low and relaxed and her tail languidly flicking at pesky flies. Then, all at once, she was overcome with great sadness. Overwhelming hurt. Her ears pricked. Against the garden wall among gnarled gourds was a little boy. His knees were drawn in tight to his chest, his head buried down into his arms, with only his bright hair sprouting up. She paused as she watched him, still as can be in his big cloak. Then, decidedly, she stepped up to him and dropped her nose to his head. 

        She kissed his soft hair, which smelled like cinnamon and earth, and urged his sorrow away.