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[bartyisms]

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[marlenethemckinnon-blog1]

Marlene McKinnon was made of bad decisions and pure sunlight - a creature dangerously ethereal. Those dwelling within the castle knew this well. They'd learned that a smile could be as lethal as anger when it appeared on her lips. Trouble didn't follow her - it was created by her for the satisfaction of the chase, of escaping or even getting caught. It was harmless fun (usually), proposals that only occassionally led to something more treacherous.

But there was no mischievous smile on Marlene's lips that evening, no impish laughter, when she said, "I'm in the mood to make some bad decisions," with a bottle of firewhiskey dangling precariously between fingertips.

[fabxprxwett-blog]

          Fabian ruffled the feathers on the owl’s head, double checking if the parchment was tied to its little leg. “Go now,” he whispered and it wasn’t long before the bird took wing. “It should be alright now,” his eyes met the ones of the first year girl beside him, his smile warming but not replicating in his eyes. “Your letter should arrive by the end of this day. I bet your parents will be relieved.”

          After the girl thanked him and ran out of the owlery, Fabian sat on the ground and took a piece of parchment out. What to write, what to write. Hey mom, dad and Molls. We’re fine, completely not fucked up. No, that won’t work. His eyes snapped up just so he could meet a familiar face. “Oh, hello there.”

[micah-bones]

there is an itch beneath his skin, a persistent crawling he can’t quite scratch -- that is the only way he could describe the restlessness that came with the events of hogsmead and never seemed to go away.

making his way down the hall, books tucked in his arms, his feet moving perhaps more briskly than they normally would, micah’s anxiety made itself known the only way it could. “watch where you’re going.” he snapped, as his books tumbled down and he staggered back a step. “are you  blind?”

[rodolphxsheir]

          “Of course, Professor Slughorn,“ he graced his Head of House, respectfully and with a charming smile proudly sitting on his face. It is when he turned his heels and heard the Potions professor slowly disappear that his smile melted and he cracked his neck, bones reminding of thunders. Rodolphus stepped in the Courtyard with a confident poise, scanning the area and being greeted by nothing but traumatized students. Such fools.

          “It’s a pity. Wasn’t this supposed to be the place where one’s ears bled from all the unneeded and annoying noises?“

[wildfirevans-blog]

     Back straightening and hand tightening on her wand, Lily paused mid-hex and turned to glance over her shoulder at the individual who happened upon her practice. Ever since the attack, she had been doing so mercilessly -- hoping that when the next inevitable attack occurred, she was more prepared than the last. She didn’t like the thought that she could’ve done more.

     “ --- You know, sneaking up on someone when they’re practicing martial magic isn’t exactly the smartest thing to do,” the redhead muttered. She lowered her wand and arched an eyebrow, waiting for an explanation for the interruption.

[lycanthroptea]

The two of them were rather well-acquainted at this point -- he’d known her for a good chunk of his life, telltale signs of time spent together in the way he walked, occupying his thoughts and accompanying him at night. She affected much of his life try as he might to deny it, and in a way it seemed that she would never leave his side. Yes, Remus Lupin was very good friends with Insomnia -- perhaps better friends than he really would like. ( At times he tried to leave her, but she was so loyal that she followed him wherever he went, imprinting dark circles under his eyes and whispering in his ear during the late hours of the night. )

Today’s events were particularly grueling and he knew that any amount of sleep was completely lost, so he’d wandered out after curfew from the warmth of the Common Room. Perhaps it was foolish to be out on the Astronomy Tower on such a night as this, yet Gryffindor Tower seemed too suffocating, and Remus needed space and brisk coldness to purge the red screaming branded into his memory. Shuffled steps drew his attention; a brief glance in his schoolmate’s direction accompanied a quietly polite question. “You couldn’t sleep either?” 

[grxwishart-blog]

September 19th, 1976

There were very few things that couldn't be solved by being on a broom for Greer, but after the events of the previous day she felt it necessary to keep her feet on the ground. The adrenaline rush normally accompanying being in the air had, at least for the moment, lost its appeal after the panic driven adrenaline she experienced while running around Hogsmeade. Instead she found solace jogging laps around the perimeter of the Quidditch pitch, going until her lungs ached and her legs threatened to give out under her. Returning to the castle with a sheen of sweat coating her skin, Greer immediately striped off her jumper and hung it over her forearm. Before she could start heading towards the Gryffindor dorms though she became aware of approaching footsteps and looked up towards the direction they were coming from. Since she was almost positive that any conversation would be about what had happened yesterday, she quickly posed the first question she could think of in an attempt to steer any talking in a more pleasant direction. "Do you happen to know if there’s a fresh pot of coffee in the kitchen? Caffeine sounds great right now.”