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+ h-xnorable + liverpool-slut + originalxconceit + thecompassionatecullen + hjpotters
Bonnie answered her door as she tucked her grimoire away onto one of the tables, far enough away for normal vision to not notice what it was. "Er, can I help you?"
☤ & ☑
☤ What do you have in common with your muse?
Hermione and I are both book lovers, of course. I also share her tendency to not see things beyond written directions at times. When I was school age, I was nearly as obsessed as she was with my grades, as well, but I’ve since learned that they aren’t the sole factor in determining intelligence. I’m also a big rule-follower (but sometimes, they just need to be broken).
☑ What are the biggest differences between you and your muse?
I’m far more laid back than Hermione, especially since leaving high school. I’m also a sibling, which I think gives me a different perspective on things sometimes. Also, I’m not nearly as brilliant as she is—at least, not in the same ways.
Munday Questions
( hjpotters )
◢ ◈ ◣ ❝ i still think you should throw that book in the bin. ❞
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Send a '!!!' For my characters reaction to yours climbing into the shower with them.
The cacophony caused by the rubbing of metal rings on metal bar pulled Ginny from her mindless enjoyment of the warm water sliding through scarlet locks. Her eyes shot open, falling upon the lanky man with emerald eyes. Red lips twisted into a smirk.
“Are you just going to stand there looking daft or are you going to join me?”
It was a pointless question because before he had a chance to form an answer she reached out, wrapping slender fingers around his wrist and pulled him into the shower’s stream with her.
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[text: Harry] HARRY JAMES POTTER[text: Harry] THIS MISTAKE IS UNACCEPTABLE[text: Harry] Please learn how to use the phone before you start... that.[text: Harry] I think it's best if we don't see each other for a while.
"How did we get here?"
Chocolate hues focus on the beds of her nails, battered from too many hours spent in practice. They are resting there because she knows that if she looks up, focuses on him, her already fractured heart will shatter. She cannot bear having whatever expression worn on his face in that moment to be forever etched onto her memory.
There was a very clear path that had led her to this moment, sitting across from the man who held more of her heart then she could possibly express, and telling him that they could no longer be together. One that she had begun to traverse down at a very young age— and yet it had not flourished into the fully formed chaos that would consume her until the storm of war had quieted. When they were all left to clear the wreckage of their lives Ginny realized that no longer had she needed to put on the brave face, no longer would the child-soldier be called to arms at a moments notice.
It was in this peace that she had begun to fall apart. Like a tornado she could feel herself spinning, destroying things in her path, pulling the debris into her vortex. Truthfully Harry had no knowledge how desperate things had gotten. The witch had tried to hide the darkness from the man who had held a burden on his shoulders at too young an age. He did not need her own baggage to add to this weight.
So when he utters the question she stumbles on how to answer. She could give him the bullet point run down of how this happened— how the dream-turned-real came crumbling down around her— but that would only inflict upon him more pain than she already was serving.
All she croaks into her lap is, “I wish I could explain but I can’t.”
❝ Don't look at me like that, Harry James. Your father might've been a prankster during his time here but that is nothing to look up to. Am I clear? ❞