#lovedpure

[arcfs]

@lovedpure

he's not paying much attention to where he's going, head throbbing with a pain that has been so consistent lately that it has become part of his daily routine to nurse it. escape seems not only impossible but irrational, and yet he can't find the strength to put up a front for hermione or ron much now. what he needs is peace. that is not what he receives when he turns a corner into the courtyard. instead, he is met with something solid. he stumbles back several steps before righting himself, focusing his gaze so as to find a most familiar face before him. he isn't quite sure peace lives anywhere near here. " oh, er, sorry, i - well, i wasn't - watching... uh, are you alright? "

[capitolhost]

          '   you call that    not    harmful ?  '     hand raised, showing a deep red wound.   OBVIOUSLY  caused by such a horrendous animal with its long fangs  &   evil heart.   long gasp later,    filled   with a certain dramatic pause that he   concluded   to be there to enlarge the pain such an evil     CAT   had caused him.

@lovedpure // cont

[lovedsoul-blog1]

@lovedpure​

      “I can’t believe you haven’t heard of a ‘burger’ before.” Harry had scarcely eaten burgers himself, being used to Aunt Petunia’s cooking and all the extravagant dishes at Hogwarts - but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t have shared one with Cho. Someone who surprisingly didn’t know about them. How could he miss out? ”Jus’ cheese an’ pickles. Oh I think yours has lettuce on it. And beef - well go on, it’s pretty good! Muggles swear by them.”

[hiddensteel]

( @lovedpure​ || starter. )

        ❝  So, I got as much DESSERT from the Great Hall as I could carry plus candy from Honeydukes, issues of Witch Weekly, and a few Quidditch magazines. ❞

          The stash was set down in front of Cho. She neglected to mention that the candy came from Robb’s “secret” stash, but surely he’d understand that she had needed some. After everything that had happened... Sansa just wanted to see Cho SMILE again.

[earhumored-a-blog]

 bearing  a  wand  of  pine  facets  &  feathers  of  a  phoenix,  those  paled  digits  of  his  swayed,  flaccid,  at  his  thigh:  it’s  though  he  is  utterly  brimming  with  CREDENCE,  a  self - assured  image  spreading  across  mirrored  features  that  belonged  to  another  witness  to  their  duel.  fred  noted  two  of  his  brother’s  exchanging  hushed  bets  of  their  desired  victor:  george  clearly  polling  against  him  (  surprise,  surprise  )  --  alas,  it  couldn’t  be  helped  that  fred’s  wand  was  more  of  a  LIABILITY  than  any  sort  of  assistance.  he  was  a  dreadful  dueller  in  truth,  but  consistent  blame  befell  the  tyrannical  wand  that  seemed  to  oppose  any  orders  he  bellowed.  thus,  fred  didn’t  let such  a  notion  eradicate  the  trademark  SMIRK  that  simply  breached  with  self - confidence.

                                   ❝   alrigh’,  chang.   ladies  first.   ❞  he’s  well  aware  of  the  entirety  of  DUMBLEDORE’S  ARMY  eyeing  the  duo  as  they  stood  before  one  another,  wands  drawn:  the  least  he  could  do  was  act  somewhat  gentlemanly  in  order  to  spare  him  some  HUMILIATION.           @lovedpure   ♡ ’d  for  a  starter.

[deiryu-blog]

@lovedpure​ / s.c.

        ❛ you’re miss cho chang , yes ? ❜    a smile & gentle tone ; it’s asked as a question though there’s really no need , well aware of to whom he speaks despite their lack of any prior conversation.    ❛ i wanted to congratulate you on your last quidditch match. you were quite impressive. ❜

[obsessiiones]

ooc. I cannot believe this hate, a lil self loving is good for the soul

[lcnalost-blog]

@lovedpure

mostly she is able to   IGNORE   the cruelty of others, for whilst they   MOCK   her for being odd, she is quite happy with who she is, with the strangeness of her soul. today has not been a   KIND   day however, with many of her books stolen and her   FAVOURITE   piece of glass jewellery smashed on the floor. luna sits upon her bed with her knees drawn   CLOSE   to her chest, the shards of purple and blue dull and   BROKEN   on the duvet. she will attempt to repair it later, for her mind is too full of   HURT   to fix such a delicate thing. silvery eyes blink as cho enters the room, and she ducks her chin a little more.             ❛      oh, hello cho.     ❜