#mostmissed

[muggleproud-blog]

@mostmissed​ from here

           ❛ Yeah,  ❜    he nodded,  caution painting itself distinctly on his face as he pointed his wand towards the source of the noise.  He was reluctant to move,  but took a brief step forward anyway,  eyes squinting as he tried hard to see through the thick bushes hiding the random crack   ——   as silly as it was,  since they had been at the Burrow for a while now.  But Ron didn’t think it was silly.  His home,  though still heavily guarded with magic even after the war had ended,  felt hardly safe after all they had been through.  It was as if a Death Eater was bound to jump out of the bush,  as if they were still living in that tent,  and just then   ——   just then a gnome emerged from the leaves and ran straight for his hole.

Ron huffed.    ❛  ’s just a bloody gnome,  ❜    he said quietly, gaze finally shifting to send Hermione a careful look, hand reaching towards her hand, trying to reassure her with a gentle squeeze.  ❛  We should probably get back inside before it gets too dark, y’know.  ❜  

     Her pulse skittered like a cornered animal, irrational fear consuming levelheadedness she so often prided herself on. This time was a trick. Her mind conjured up Death Eaters, nightmares that gnawed restlessly on her bones spinning something harmless into bloody smiles and spindly claws. Next time, Hermione feared she may not be so lucky. She’d read countless books about the First Wizarding War. She’d seen Neville’s parents, glassy-eyed and slack-jawed. The war may have been over, but it continued to tear mercilessly at her attempts to be at peace.

     “Just a gnome.” She attempted a relieved smile, but she wasn’t sure it was entirely convincing to either herself or Ron. Even at the Burrow, a honey-gold place nestled fondly in a corner of her heart, she couldn’t seem to let go of the feeling of something watching. Hermione pursed her lips, swallowing nervously as she laced her fingers between his. “You’re right, we should head back.” A sideways glance, then: “Do you think Harry will be home yet, or is he still... Is he still visiting Lupin and Tonks?” 

[fsarch]

@mostmissed | cont.

it felt as if those words had been coming to a boil for ages, too fluid to deny and yet too heavy to throw back. had he, harry, ever been more sincere, ripe with the torment of vulnerability and in the same breath, filled to the brim with relief ? he owed ron as much. he owed ron so much more than that, but this was a start. and it had costed him nothing despite his certain fear that it would amount to losing SOMETHING. instead, he felt lighter than he had in years. " i'd've warned you if i knew i was going to say it, trust me. and don't expect me to ever say it again, but... i appreciate it and all. "

a bashful smile and a shake of his head, tight curls swaying like a paper crown upon his head. whether ron had intended this or not, the reassurance settled in harry's gut like a good meal. and to think, moments ago, harry hadn't ever thought to NEED it. of course ron wouldn't leave him. what would this all be for then? what would harry have to show for all the sacrifice he'd put forth, wagering his most prized possessions on some elderly prophecy and the strength of his own desire to be a HERO, never knowing that sometimes, it's just a martyr and nothing more. " it won't get worse. —no, i think the worst is over. " it must be.

[queenlnss-a]

IT’S  NOT  SOMETHING  SHE  WISHES          to  think  about,    let  alone  talk  about.    How  on  earth  is  anyone  supposed  to  cope  after  all  that  has  happened  ?    She  wishes  to  find  every  SANE  person  and  show  them  exactly  what  it’s  like  to  have  a  mind  so    s w a m p e d    in  darkness.    The  urge  to    scream    has  hit  her  more  than  once,    and  the  constant  hassle  from  reporters  does  nothing  to  help.    They  get  letters  sent  to  her  address,    asking  for  EXCLUSIVE  interviews  from  the  boy  himself  and  promising  book  deals  that’ll  earn  them  thousands.    Some  people  have  stepped  back,    apparently  knocked  into  compassion  and  common  sense  by  the  worst  of  the  war,    but  Skeeter’s  been  the  most  insensitive,    to  the  surprise  of  no  one.    In  fact,    they  had  a    lovely    visit  from  her  about  two  weeks  ago  when  she  merrily    b a r g e d    her  way  into  Quinn’s  Kensington  flat  to  try  and  blag  a  column  out  of  her.    '  Quinn  Fabray  :  Weasley  Saint  or  Selfish  Lover  ?  ’,    she’d  been  hoping  to  name  it.    Needless  to  say,    it  hadn’t  gone  down  well.

                    ❛❛   Could  be  better,   ❜❜      she  shrugs,    averting  her  gaze  and  staring  down  at  the  STEAMING  brown  liquid.    It’s  a  question  she  hears  often  now,    and  no  doubt  he  does,    too.    It’s  not  one  that  brings  her  the  most  comfort  in  the  world.    So  she  changes  the  subject  ----- -- -       ❛❛   I  saw  your  ex,    Lavender,    the  other  day.    Remember  she  got  attacked  by  that  Fenrir  Greyback  ?    Well,    she’s  got  these  great    s c a r s    on  her  face  now,    all  the  way  down  to  her  neck.    Bit  hard  to  look  at,    really.    Everyone  was  dodging  her  like  crazy  and  she  ducked  out  before  I  could  get  a  chance  to  talk  to  her.   ❜❜

                    Lavender’s  not  the  only  person  she’s  seen.    A  lot  of  people  have  retreated  and  taken  themselves  out  of  the  spotlight    (  as  if  the  war  is  still  going  on  )    for  respite  and  SELF - HEALING,    but  the  fair  few  she’s  bumped  into  look  to  be  in  varying  states  of  emotion.    Some  are  shell  shocked  ;  others  elated.    They  either  cheer  or  offer  their  condolences  when  she  walks  past  or    duck    their  heads  down  and  walk  the  other  away.    After  a  brief  pause,    Quinn  looks  back  up  at  Ron,    staring  deeply  into  his  eyes.       ❛❛   Are  you  sure  you  don’t  want  to  go  back  to  Hogwarts  ?    It  might  do  you  some  good  ---------------  keep  you  distracted.    You  probably  won’t  even  have  to  take  Defence  Against  the  Dark  Arts  again.   ❜❜

@mostmissed      /      cont’  from  ♡  !

[herkingdomcome]

    “I think you’d like this one.” Hermione says while setting a book into Ron’s lap. It’s a slightly worn hardback copy of Peter Pan. A book se’d been fond of since she was little. The magic in it was very different of course to what the real thing ended up being, but it was wonderful. And dark. Much like this world. 

    Settling down beside him, Hermione smiles. She enjoyed giving her friends books that she loved or that were special to her in some way. It was her own way of giving them parts of her. So they know she loves them even if she’s not good at saying it very often. “It’s very strange and...well I just think you’d enjoy it.” // @mostmissed // shmashed

[queenlnss-a]

                    ❛❛   Do  you  want  the    absolute    truth  ?   ❜❜      Eyes  flicker  down  towards  his  dress  robes  once  more.  Expression  aghast,  unsure  as  to  whether  she  wants  to  LAUGH  or  feel  bad  for  the  poor  guy.      ❛❛   Yes,  it  is  definitely  as  bad  as  you  think  it  is.  I  realise  that  thing  might  be  a  family  heirloom,  but  it  looks  like  it  hasn’t  been  worn  since  at  least  the  eighteenth  century.  You’re  going  to  need  a  TIME  TURNER  if  you  want  to  wear  that  without  being    t e a s e d    for  it.   ❜❜

@mostmissed      /      hogwarts  verse  starter  call  ♡  !

[muggleproud-blog]

YOU'RE BACK !!!!

Yes, I am! I got swallowed up with adjusting to uni again for a bit but I’m super happy to get back into writing because I love it too much to stay away for long. :)

[chamberopened-blog]

❝ i just wanted to say thanks for earlier. ❞

YOU    SHRUG    EASILY  !    for    you,    it’s    simple,    really    simple,    you    heard    people    talking    shit    about    him,    and    you    went    right    ahead    and    made    sure    they    would    know    you    before    going    away.    but…    never    had    you    addressed    it.    more    like    it,    you    had    hit    him    in    the    arm    and    moved    on.    ❝  don’t    say    anything     else.    THAT    didn’t    happen.  ❞

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[chamberopened-blog]

❝ what’s wrong? wanna talk about it? ❞

YOU    STOP    ON    YOUR    TRACKS  !    you’re    not    sure    how    to    respond    to    that    question.    most    things    aren’t    really   right.    they’re    not    completely    wrong    but,    there’s    something    there.    so,    you    sigh,    softly.    the    question    is…    hard.    ❝  most    things…    are    not    okay,    but    there’s….    i    don’t    think    there’s    anything    wrong.    things    were    just…    i    don’t    know,   ron,  ❞    a    slight    sigh,    ❝  i    don’t    think    there’s    anything    to    talk    about,    or    i    don’t    know    where    to    start.  ❞

                           LOVE & FRIENDSHIP STARTER SENTENCES.    |    CLEANING    INBOX!