#highlylcgical

[agirlingrey]

obsessed with everything about this blog omg

Hello, bae ! I’m sorry for taking forever to respond to this, my ask box is a MESS right now. But thank you so much for your message and I’m glad you like my blog enough to be ‘obsessed’ with it ;)

[provisoris]

highlylcgical replied to your post: lace: what is something in your life completely...

( I CAN FEEL HIS PAIN OH GOD…. )

mE ALWAYS <3333333

[wildtype]

highlylcgical replied to your post “MY  NEW  THEME  IS  FINALLY  UP  !!  ANY  THOUGHTS  ??”

(this is gorgeous omfg)

valiantcop replied to your post “MY  NEW  THEME  IS  FINALLY  UP  !!  ANY  THOUGHTS  ??”

ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL PAM ,,,,,,, like u

[kolhearted-archived]

@highlylcgical hit that heart for a starter

                    IT HAD BEEN an impossibly-long time since he had traveled to the British Isles to study their magic; they had been among the first witches he had found to study with, and since that time, he had traveled further, and longer, and wider than anyone else could; devoting centuries of his life to studying the minutiae of every theory he could find. It felt fitting that on his first solstice with access to MAGIC once more that he would visit the land where he had first traveled, though he found the magical world far different than he remembered. In his hand he held a WAND: the catalyst by which all British witches seemed to practice. He could feel the catalyst contained in the wood channeling him, but if he was to be honest, he QUITE PREFERRED other methods of channeling ( or using his natural-given power ). Letting the branch drop to the ground, he snapped it underfoot, looking up and meeting the eyes of another– a WITCH, he supposed. “What?” he asked, accent growing stronger at him impatience. “That bloody twig USED more power than it gave.”

[draco-theslytherinprince]

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@ highlylcgical

Draco was sure he’d caught some sort of virulent Muggle virus and he loathed the thought of going back to fill out his Wizengamot sentencing in Muggle London without a full physical at a proper wizarding hospital like St. Mungo’s.

He coughed into his gloved hand, feeling absolutely wretched. He felt hot and cold at once, aching all over. He sat in the waiting room, expecting to be the last to be called in considering the enraged scowl he was awarded by the nurse at the check in desk. Despite several layers of clothing, he shivered in his wool over coat. Merlin, he just wanted to die.

[allgasoline-blog]

GRANGER .

                       He stared at her for a moment, frustrated.                            ‘ There’s this thing called ‘having fun’.                                  Look it up. ’

[traiinedkiller-blog]

@highlylcgical welcome to the 76th hunger games !!

“You don’t forget the face of the person who was your last hope.”

[crepiitus]

@highlylcgical

                                  Okay in his defence, he didn't mean to accidentally knock over the stack of books onto her, he was just trying to grab one from the bottom. It was a disaster start to finish.. “Oh---shoot, are you uh---you okay?”