#loserlurgy

[coeurssauvages-blog]

                                    ❝     —–    CUT THE BULLSHIT,    red.     ❞   arms crossed, eyes narrowed:    this is the face that means business.   ❝   i’m a big boy,   you can tell it to me straight.    ❞      //        @loserlurgy  liked

[oculacero]

@loserlurgy is casting spells with mattie!

The phantom hand squeezing at her lungs releases  its grip once Mattie manages to enter one of the train’s many rooms -- this one, thankfully, isn’t filled with the noise of numerous occupants which could mean that it’s relatively empty or the students in this particular room aren’t the rowdy types. Either scenario  works for her, really, and would be infinitely better than spending another moment bustling about blindly. A smile, albeit tired and somewhat strained, crosses her lips as she remains in the entryway.

     " Is there room for one more? ”

[dominusmortis]

@loserlurgy liked for a starter.

      " have at it then. " the suggestion is monotonous, neutral in nature and betraying the agitation he'd begun the day with. the last thing he needs is questions. the first thing he needs is a distraction, and he'd certainly rather be around the hufflepuffs today than be in double potions with the slytherins. " i'm still trying to understand how this turns into THAT. "

[ofaloser-a-blog]

@loserlurgy / starter call!

            “do you mind if i sit here?” she gestures to the empty seat across from him. “the library is uncommonly full today and all of the tables are taken.”

[tobekillcd]

@loserlurgy liked for a starter || v; magic of the written word

    “ Room for another? Looks like every other seat is taken..."

[fightsback]

@loserlurgy​

There’s blood on her cheeks.

It tastes like metal and trickles down to the edge of her lip. It’s been hours, hours of running ---hours of hiding, wondering why an earth she decided to fight in the first place. Is she a coward? She feels like one, she feels like dirt. Fay can’t feel her legs but she can’t stop moving, she has to live.  Eyes blurry and head disorientated she finds herself falling into someone ---death eater? ----Wand out...wait, no --no. She knew who it was and She didn’t blame him, she’ll never blame anyone for ever running again. So Fay will choke out his name, breathe deeply and shake her head. 

“Zach-----”

[ofwrackspurts]

       ❛   oh, hello, good morning, zacharias. i do HOPE i’m not intruding whatever it is you might be doing over there, but have you seen my sweater?     ❜  she held up one of the flyers in her arms. the sweater was striped, and had an ODD looking creature knitted into it.  ❛   it looks something like this.     ❜

@loserlurgy - x