#harper things

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What made Anikka decide to be a witch? Does she use things from her garden in her spells? What's Harper's favorite thing to try and make?

Anikka’s always been a fan of the occult! She does use things from her garden, though that isn’t all she uses. She loves dark, mysterious things~ and being a witch seemed like a great way to combine her love with the occult, her love of gardening, and fucking hexing people she hates 8)

Harper really loves to make desserts of all kinds! Creamy, chocolaty, fruity, all sorts of sweet stuff! Their favorite kind of food to eat, however, is spicy. THEN desserts.

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New Radicals Future Au

Harper Diggle is a columnist for Witch Weekly. She frequently writes quizzes, although she has also guest written for the weekly advice column, ‘Dear Dolly’. While Harper has been more than once praised for being the first squib hired to write at the magazine, she will be the first to acknowledge that this is not true. She also competed on the American reality television show ‘Project Runway’, although she did not make it to the finals.

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A childhood hero

Harper’s childhood hero was not a real person, but was Ariel from the Little Mermaid, and the subsequent movies. She admired the fact that she went into a world she knew nothing about, and completely embraced it, which is something Harper has always wanted to do. Also, she was a princess, so.. Obviously.

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"it's a twin thing!" harper and gulliver diggle

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☁ for any of the bbs :)

☁  five times my muse has thought about yours, and the one time they do something about it.

I. Harper had followed Gulliver onto the train, but somehow he had disappeared into the crowd, and she was hopelessly lost. Spotting the older boy, she stood there for a moment - He probably knew what was where, he looked probably Scout and Hawthorne’s age.. But, he was, well, he was cute. And Harper wasn’t the type who could even look at a cute boy without making a fool of herself, let alone talk to one.. No, she turned around, determined to find her brother on her own. There couldn’t be that many kids here.II. “That’s James Potter.” It was from one of the other girls she had sort of befriended that she heard this, at breakfast. Harper hadn’t asked, but she had been eyeing him from across the room, and maybe she should have tried to be more subtle about it. She blushed, and looked at her plate, opening her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. “He’s in a band, he’s really cool.”III. She didn’t have a crush on James Potter. She’d never even spoken to him, that would be ridiculous. Besides, there were other boys who she had focused her attention on. One, really, but that was besides the point. He was still cute, and she still found herself giving him a second glance whenever he passed her in the hall. It was stupid, though, because he was, as she had learned, was really cool. And she was not. IIII. Quidditch was not something that Harper was familiar with. Football, yeah, rugby, a bit, but she had never really payed much attention to quidditch, not even when her siblings or parents talked about it. It didn’t interest her because she couldn’t play, and because it was harder to like magical things knowing that they weren’t really for her. But she went to the games, because everyone went to the games, and it seemed only right. School spirit, and all? James Potter played quidditch. He was good at quidditch, too, or at least he seemed good at it. He didn’t seem bad at it. IIIII. Nudging her older sister, Harper bit her lip. “Hey, Scout? Is it, like.. Bad to have more than one crush? Or, I mean, like.. Can you think someone is cute without having a crush on them? Or.. Like.. Nevermind. It’s not important anyway.”IIIIII. She would not be late for class, she would not be late, she would not.. Crashing into someone, the books she had haphazardly stacked in her arms scattered across the floor and she silently cursed herself. “I am so sorry, omigod, I’m..” She bent down to pick them up, and the other person chuckled. “Nah, man, it’s cool.” Harper looked up, and found herself face to face with James Potter. She swallowed hard. “I.. Um.. I.. Have we met?” God, that was the worst thing she would have said. But at least it was something.