#hoggleswart

[hopcflowered]

🤳 + 24

𝐌𝐎𝐈𝐑𝐀 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐄 - @hoggleswart

context: her image on instagram and publicly is very transparently moira. it showcases with and without makeup, her family, her ups and downs, the fun times, the loves and losses. for moira, it is less about her public image and instead more of an online photo album.

[med1rigby]

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: level one, the atrium. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: closed for ezekiel burke ( @hoggleswart )

gracefully making her way over to the minister's advisor, there is a clear tension in her exposed shoulders as she forces a smile onto her lips - she can hear the distant crow of her mother's high-pitched remarks ( how she could remember it after twenty-six years away from her was beyond gwen ). "mister burke." the mediwitch offers a bow of her head to the other, the framing pieces of her hair falling with her movement before she looks back to him. "i am in need of escape once more, if you so wish in being my knight that would be much appreciated." gwendolyn. her name is called in the banshee cry, her smile never faltering as eyes hold the begging of her request, "please."

[hopcflowered]

𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: tbd !! 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: closed for alfred cattermole - @hoggleswart !! 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: that's not a real answer.

"and i thought i was good at lying." humming softly, the faux blonde flicks back her fringe with slender fingers as she shrugs her shoulders. it had been released to the public of grace's involvement, of all of the auror's involvement, but not moira's. so it became a dance making up stories of how she ended up in st mungos, how she ended up with a wound likely to scar upon her head - from a nasty fall in her stoneless garden to a wild imp causing trouble with a fanged frisbee. "would you believe me if i told you i took a tumble down the stairs at home?" it wasn't like he would know she lived in a bungalow.

[hopcflowered]

𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐏: may 3rd, late afternoon. 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: hogwarts clocktower courtyard. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: closed to seamus finnigan ( @hoggleswart )

" i hate you for leaving me . . . " her voice is cracking as the hoarse whisper is forced from her lips, cheeks stained by tears past-shed as gaze is directed towards the uneven flagstones of the courtyard. eleven years had passed by and yet, the pain was still so raw - perhaps it got worse with each memorial, a reminder of the pain in her leg and hip, the ache in her heart and the grief. moira was always thankful for her neighbour's offer to care for basil over the memorial days, it gave her time to remember those basil had only heard about in stories.

there's a slight shake to her hands as she lifts them from their position on either side of her aging body, a vibrant calla lily is held delicately between them as fresh tears slip along freckled cheeks - her voice breaks, her head lifts and she speaks to the sky above the school. " but, merlin, i miss you. "

[hcldmybroom]

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 - @hoggleswart

context: if minette isn't in the gym or crocheting with her mum, then you'll find her with her face in a book. it is rare that minette will be seen out with a book or in a bookshop - often having them delivered straight to her house - and yes, she is a big fantasy girl. at this point she has read j.r.r.tolkien's works about twenty times.

[hcldmybroom]

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓: " you're just as fucked up as i am. you're just better at lying to yourself. " 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: falmouth falcons training pitch. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: closed for marcus flint III ( @hoggleswart )

fingers flex at her side, the march towards the changing rooms having stopped mid-step as a deep breath is pulled in through flaring nostrils - like a moth to a flame, she always had something to say about marcus. to marcus. his words aren't untrue and perhaps that is why her chest aches, why her stomach twists and turns and why her mind shows her memories long forgotten of a vulnerability lost. that day she revealed her past, her childhood, to him had been the day that minette thought they had turned a corner. they trusted eachother - perhaps even loved. it was thrown back in her face, of course, and the overwhelming sickness she felt in her stomach from knowing that marcus knew her most vulnerable self took over.

" serpent bâtard . . . " the words are whispered as she looks over her shoulder at her ex, taking in his features - perhaps a beat too long - after the long absence of seeing him. she had last seen him at that sham of a wedding, ridiculous. clicking her tongue, the french keeper spins to face her teammate. " what do you want from me, marcus ? to fall to my knees and scream to the heavens about my past ? would that make you feel better ? "

[med1rigby]

🤳 + 11

𝐆𝐖𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 - @hoggleswart

left post context: it is an image of the piano that had been her one piece of entertainment at her family estate, an old friend, which she had been rumoured to have been set alight after her escape to max's arms. the photo was posted as soon as she found out, for she lost a friend that day. a source of happiness and distraction from the world her childhood had become. right post context: posted a few years before the battle of hogwarts, the image showcases a young gwen and max in an enamoured embrace mid dance - the song playing was love me tender and was the song of their first dance from their wedding. the few photos that do feature on her instagram often involve max, lily and their lives prior to disaster. it is clear from the image that gwen is carefree and relaxed.

[med1rigby]

🤳 + 1

𝐆𝐖𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 - @hoggleswart

context: here we have one of gwen's rare instagram posts and it's even one of those photo carousels - she's a tech genius now! she still lives in the townhouse in london which she shared with max and their daughter, she hasn't changed many things over the last decade and it shows. the colourful accents throughout the house were max's choices - those bathroom tiles where a battle which he one - and now she lives in this large home all alone. she is currently considering renting one of the spare rooms out.