#grumpylooking

[crvvkshanks-blog]

@grumpylooking​ ♥’d for a starter || STILL ACCEPTING

       NOT AGAIN. Every time did she find the Durmstrang student in the library, seated not too far from her. Almost as if the library had a summoning charm FORCING HIM into the library as soon as she entered the place. In truth, Krum was naught but a stranger to her, Hermione knew deep inside that it was HIGHLY discourteous of her to judge the athlete, she hadn’t ever even so much as spoken to him after all. She supposed he might be all right, but it was Krum’s FLOCK of female fans following his every move which was the problem, causing too much commotion && noise in the library all to capture his attentions. HONESTLY.  The least he could do as to study in that ship, or perhaps enter the castle with more discretion for once.

        For a moment she was staring at him, her essay on summoning charms COMPLETELY forgotten as her focus drifted off, at first she has been frowning but her expression softened a little right before she got hold of herself && averted her eyes down to her essay once more, HOPING that he never caught her gaze, Merlin knew that the last thing she wanted was to be mistaken for being a part of his flock of admirers. 

[miiserably-archive-blog]

{ grumpylooking }

' You'll get nowhere by just sitting there.                                  Engage in                                  conversation, even                                  if you think you can't                                  speak English worth                                  a damn. '

[hopefulpuppet]

grumpylooking trxeheir herbollogy

"Are you hurt? Let me take a look."

[contrairisms-blog]

babysitter || viktor & connie

{ grumpylooking }

❝ Crum? As in cookie crums?      As in crumbly muffins? As in-- -- ❞

                                                     CC

[gidrx]

grumpylooking

She blushes slightly to herself, buried in a pile of books, researching the Tri Wizard Tournament excessively. She could hear a gaggle of girls giggling quietly, followed by a hurried hush from Madam Pince.

Yet she felt eyes on her - just the one pair. And was certain he was looking at her again. Chancing a glance over her shoulder, feigning annoyance at the girls, there he was, only just managing to turn his head back down to the (upside down) book in his hands.

Viktor Krum was watching her.