#mar:start

[fckamycus]

‘how long are my eyes supposed to be closed for?’ amycus asked, orbs moving under closed eyelids, wondering what this situation was how he managed to get stuck in it. ‘what are we doing? i’m bored.’

[ofboness-blog]

amelia had her arms full of candy from honeydukes. she’d been saving her money up for this very moment. she spots a friend and makes her way over to them. “i’m going to be having such a sugar rush” she grins. “would you like to join me? i’ve always got room for one more” she tells the other. 

[newyorkbtch-blog]

Ace wouldn’t lie, she knew she could be very pig headed and quite stubborn, not that it would probably come as a surprise to anyone that knew her at all. So when she heard about a, hmm, situation she supposed it would be called, she had to go and investigate it, because well that was what she was known to do. What she didn’t expect though was to be attacked by these.. creatures, though that even seemed to be too nice of a word to describe them with. It all happened so fast though, that the next thing she can remember was waking up on the ground.

She tried to push herself up, but instead just let out a cry of pain, falling back to the ground. “SHIT..” she muttered to herself, as she quickly pulled out her phone, trying to remember someone’s number that would be of use, and quickly dialed it, hoping she got it right. “Hello okay no time for chit chat, can you get down to the Forbidden forest like stat? I’m not too keen on being down here alone, and I think I've sprained my ankle. " or at least she hoped it was just a sprain.

[fkgreyback-blog]

      it was a good day. “it is a good day.” he mumbled to himself, feeling the grass underneath him and the winder soft breeze waving the black lake “it is a good day.” he repeated, notebook open, barely healed cuts on his hands trying to hide under his jacket as he repeated once more “it is a good day.” a small smile appeared in his features but the sound of steps made it disappear “you know i enjoy my peace and quiet, right?”

[teddylowe]

rabastan didn’t know what to think of the announcement, couldn’t understand what was going on because of how much he’d ended up drinking tonight. RUN! everyone was running around like chickens with their heads cut off, making sure their siblings and significant others were okay but rabastan felt glued to one spot. is this what his life would be? standing in the middle of danger and... not being scared for his own life but everyone elses. the zen he felt, perhaps a silent form of panicking was what was scaring him. he closed his eyes, letting the chatter and the sounds of scrambling fade away until he could see nothing, hear nothing but was slammed to the ground by another body and his zen was gone, the panic had returned and he was unfortunately the young lestrange again. ‘run... run,’ he blinked a few times before swiftly getting to his feet and holding his out for the other, ‘we should be running, we should be running,’

[newyorkbtch-blog]

"this shit is weak and boring af. Where the fuck do you guys keep the good stuff here? Like seriously you brits have some weird ass drinks."