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[siriusmaraudeers]

A Quidditch Love Story

Authors Note: I got this cute idea from my good friend @koldovsdoretz but this is super short sorry about that and it might not be the best so sorry in advance 

Please don’t steal my writing’s; however you can definitely reblog :))

Warnings: Fluff, sassiness?

Word Count: 495 (sorry again that its so short)

The moment you stepped onto the quidditch pitch you knew everyone would be left in awe. Not one to brag but you came from a family know for their skills in quidditch; perfecting your skills at a young age helped especially now, waiting for your tryouts.

Harry Potter held the Gryffindor tryouts for the new team for the upcoming season; he had kept Fred and George as beaters but he needed new recruits. As he started the tryout game everyone took their positions in the air. You were trying out for the keeper position while others were there to take your spot you remained confidant.

The moment Harry blew the whistle it was your time to shine, Ron Weasley was the other person you were up against, both wanting the keeper position. As the others carried on with the game you noticed a burning gaze trained on the back of your head coming from none other than Harry. Not paying any mind to him you concentrated on the flying balls, watching as Ron flipped upside down on his broomstick allowing the ball to enter the goal.

As the players tried to make goals on your post you had easily blocked each shot leaving everyone impressed by your skill set, but not shocked perks to knowing what your capable of. Flying down to the ground you hopped on your own broomstick and entered the circle that everyone had made in order to hear Harry’s decisions that were being made.

Hearing him name of the others you were waiting to hear your name that finally was said last, with a huff and many groans from the others who did not make it you all made your way to the locker room where you took a shower after everyone had left. After putting on fresh clothes and grabbing all your equipment and your other belongings you made your way out of the locker room; walking down the cobblestone pathway.

Nearing the castle you were stopped by Harry “hey y/n” he asked sweetly, “oh hey harry, what brings you here? I thought you would be with your friends in the great hall already” you joked. Looking up at you as in a daze he replied “oh well I was hoping I could talk to you for a moment, if you don't mind” your eyes growing wide in slight shock “what did you want to talk about” you questioned “well I wanted to see if you would like to have quidditch practice with me; privately, sometime” you could see blush rising on Harry's face while he asked. You looked in the forest green eyes of the boy in front of you while you spoke “y’know if you wanted to hang out so badly you could have just asked me out on a date” you gave a wink in his direction before brushing past him, leaving him flustered and awestruck he scrambled to move his feet to rush after you.

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[thisbrutalbelle]

Who’d You Call || Bella&Alia

       Bella had found the number for the bar in the phonebook. Soapberry definitely had an odd phone book. The ads in it for some peculiar sorts of things that one would find in the back of an old comic book. Things for like invisible ink and guns that turned things into cotton candy. It was also relatively difficult to navigate because there were all these categories that obviously weren’t in human phone books. The pages for people that could summon the dead for you were massive and listed more names than Bellamy could have imagined.

      Eventually she had found the number for the bar Alia worked though and while she had the beta version of the database up on her work computer she thought she had found something about the creatures that had interacted with them. From the description it gave it certainly matched what they had seen. Most of the information in the database was based on appearance but there were a few paragraphs about mannerisms and environment that Bella thought Alia could be interested in, especially if she had kept whatever she’d found in the tiny Cauldron.

       Bringing her phone to her ear she continued to skim over the article, hearing the ringing in her ears as she waited for someone in the establishment to pick up.

@aliaoren

[the-perfect-dark]

First Meetings

( continued from this http://blackstardiopside.tumblr.com/post/168982438888/obsidian-was-called-to-the-main-kindergarten-once )

Obsidian was surprised to see the small gem here, especially another dark colored gem like himself. Wanting to break the silence Obsidian spoke up, “ Hello, mind if I ask what your doing here?”

[velvet-apricots]

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Ah, my fellow skeleton appreciator (not gonna say lover i think thats a bit strong for ya), with a love of punching monsters.

We don’t talk to much, but i greatly appreciate it when we do. As well as seeing you on my dash. You reblog some great stuff.

i also find your liking of goblins charming.

Also thank you for telling me about google chrome. its so much nicer to be able to instal a way to blacklist shit.

[toxicmortal]

Death to her // Closed

Weeks of planning and waiting for the opportune moment had finally paid off for this Pokemon, his “trainer” falling asleep and leaving herself vulnerable, and that round pest was nowhere in sight. Her Haunter slowly but surely slipped into her body, controlling it while she was unconscious.

Softly rising so that he didn’t wake the Arbok she was sleeping on, he walked by her cane and exited the cave, a proud smirk on his lips as he walked by the caves claimed by others, heading toward the ocean.

Yes. Plummeting to her death, he’d leave her as soon as she hit the ocean floor, watch her struggle, try to save her life. Just like she did to him. It would be a sweet night, watching her die, watching her so loyal pokemon grieve, watching her little shadow panic when she was missing.

Yes. It would all be worth it.

He continued moving forward, feeling the ocean breeze.