#maraudier.start

[doesmeadow]

"And this is all explained with another not confirmed fact, but my sources are solid. Dumbledore was embezzling funds. Yes, let that one sink in." Dorcas finished yet another sensationalistic story at a poorly lit bar - she found that interested gossipers tended to keep glasses full in exchange of more juice details. "I mean, have you touched his robes? That's some good quality stuff. You know his salary isn't enough for that. I bet Harold Minchum was in on it."

[brcckedev]

      they all said nathaniel was going to be A L R I G H T and that she was more than      welcome — or rather E N C O U R A G E D, to go home. while she smiled and gave     a thoughtful ‘maybe’, she knew very well that she would be staying. her apartment     was empty and part of her feared the Q U I E T. brooke never viewed herself as the    bravest of creatures and she had a nasty habit of worrying far more than she should.    suffice it to say, it was no surprise when the inventor decided to stay at st. mungo’s. 

                                 “ seems the popular place to sleep, huh? ”

[florencefawley-blog]

Florence sat at the counter of the art supply store she worked out, staring pensively at a page in her text book, pen in mouth, when someone walked in, startling her from her daze. “Oh, welcome! Erm, is there anything I can help you with?”

[evrosiers-blog]

“My apologies for being late. I was stuck deciding whether this meeting was worthy of my energy or not, and simply lost track of the time. Luckily for you, I arrived.” Evan glanced up at the person across from him, bemused by their reaction. “So answer this carefully: what is it precisely that has you sending for me at this ghastly hour?”

[thelovelylucindaa]

“I’m telling you, getting a group together for a karaoke bar would be a blast. If you don’t agree, you’re just wrong.”

[mucdonald1]

OPEN TEXT ➝ ANYONE

MARY M: LISTEN I KNOW IT'S APRIL FOOLS BUT I'M NOT SURE IF THIS ASSIGNMENT IS SUPPOSED TO BE A JOKE OR IF I'M SUPPOSED TO DO IT

MARY M: I NEED UR BULLSHIT RADAR STAT

[dedalusdig-blog]

“Everything’s peachy. Just fine. Yes, no problems at all.” Dedalus had bitten off more than he could chew. The colorful lights of the bar had been down for almost an hour, yet there he was, literally covered in thick power cords, plugging and cutting and unplugging. “I’m getting this fixed like I offered to do, it’s fine. I don’t work well under pressure though.”

[wandmakerr-blog]

✿ -- open

      [   It is against the trunks of one of the many trees that the Hogwarts grounds      has to offer that she sits near the lake, a hint of a song on her lips as she      hums, a slender hand holding a rock, ready to toss, her Potions homework      a forgotten crumble of parchment on her lap. It is one thing to be present      for class - it's another thing entirely to actually do the work prescribed. A      small collection of rocks sit neatly stacked at her feet, and in the lake a      great amount of already thrown rocks are quickly sinking. A fling of the wrist,      and a shocked gasp follows -----

                    "Oh dear, I am so sorry! I didn't mean to hit you! Are you okay?                                         -------Is that b l o o d?" ]