#thechosengryffindor

[cfthesoul]

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" something bothers you. " //for Ron @thechosengryffindor

𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞. no , he was more the type to wear his emotions on his robes , the world able to see every flicker of anger or doubt , envy or unworthiness. ron was always quick to anger , quick to grow envious. he knew this - he knew his fatal flaw , knew that years of never quite being enough , never comparing to his siblings , had left him with this impossible fire he couldn't quite extinguish.

it began rearing its ugly head again in auror training , it didn't come as naturally to him as to others. he could've gone back to school , he could've done something more. found a path uniquely his and not another reason to be in his best mate's shadow. ron swallowed thickly , eyes flickering to harry , taking him in before a sigh of defeat left his lips.

❝ that bloody obvious , aren't i ? ❞ he asked , trying to mask it with a poor attempt at humor. ❝ dunno , mate. i just - it doesn't come naturally to me , does it ? i can get by well enough , but just seems that maybe this wasn't the path for me. ❞ he leaned back in his chair , ❝ too young for a midlife crisis , right ? ❞

[sanguisproditor]

@thechosengryffindor (plotted!)

What's wrong with your hand?

Those words caught Nimue's attention enough for her gaze to rise from the page of her book. By the fire of the common room, there were the usual three, Harry in the middle of his two closest friends. The words had come from Hermione. While she couldn't quite see what was going on, it was clear there was some sort of tense conversation happening. The fingers of her left hand twitched, she was well aware of the words that had appeared, carved into her flesh.

It wasn't the first time Nimue had gained a strange scar, but they were usually where she could hide them. She never knew the source of each, but she knew that it meant her soulmate had been in pain. That something had happened to them. Her own were always magically healed, at least until her father had been imprisoned, but she'd been careful. It was a double-edged sword. Scars made finding your soulmate easier, but they also marred them. Her soulmate, it had seemed, had no access to quick healing.

It hadn't crossed her mind that Harry Potter would be the one she was tied to. After all, he had a rather visible scar right on his forehead that she didn't. She still wasn't certain, but the mention of something happening to his hand right when the words had been etched into existence was quite the coincidence. He'd gotten up, walked off, and her gaze had trailed after, trying to focus on his left hand. He wasn't left-handed, was he? Not like she was. That would make spotting it harder. They didn't share classes and, truthfully, following him around trying to see his hand sounded bad. But he'd seemed so snippy about the topic that she didn't want to ask.

When breakfast came, she sat closer than normal to the trio, gaze flicking over frequently in what she hoped was a covert way. Merlin, how did someone approach a person after unintentionally ignoring one another for going on five years? Her food had gone uneaten, destroyed by her fork idly. She just wanted to know. Once she knew, she could cross it out of her mind.

It seemed to be the left hand, there was damage. Her gaze lingered on it far too long, trying to determine if the injury aligned with her scar. She couldn't quite tell, not without a doubt.

[nifflerstolen]

of course you're capable. that was never up for debate. //for neville

it was nice of @thechosengryffindor to try and reassure him, neville thought, but he heard the whispers. he saw the way people looked at him and whispered SQUIB under their breath. sometimes it made him want to quit school, but the idea of being stuck at home with his GRANDMOTHER terrified him MORE than the idea of being bullied at school. ❛❛ then why can't i do spells like you can? like hermione and ron? face it harry, i'm useless. i'm nothing — nothing like my parents. ❜❜ two BRILLIANT spellcasters who had done everything in their power to keep him and the world safe from the DARK LORD.

[dcviums]

🎵

Send “🎵“ and I’ll reply with a song that’s related to my muse and I’ll explain why

While no song is ever going to fit Nimue's situation perfectly. This song is pretty close, especially in some of her verses.

Dear Wormwood is her realizations about her father. About his control, his influence, his indoctrination and breaking free from it all.

"The things that I believed in, you've taught me to call them all escapes."

"There before the threshold, I saw a brighter world beyond myself. And in my hour of weakness, you were there to see my courage fail."

"I have always known you, you have always been there in my mind, but now I understand you and I will not be part of your designs."

"I know who I am now and all that you've made of me. I know who you are now and I name you my enemy."

"I know who I am now, I know who I want to be. I want to be more than this devil inside of me."

[dcviums]

@thechosengryffindor asked:

Send 🐹 for “You? Intimidating? Hell no.”

How Intimidating Am I?

Goooood, it's working. (says the person with no plan)

[dcviums]

followed you for someone to write with, stayed for the cool mun and our awesome threads

Followed you for ______, stayed because ______.

Honestly, super fair reason cause why follow someone you don't want to write with? And I love our threads <3 Harry and Nim became one of my top ships despite never intending to ship it.

[sanguisproditor]

@thechosengryffindor asked:

send  “  who  did  this  to  you  ?  ”  for  the  sender  to  find  the  receiver  injured  and  demand  to  know  who  did  it.

"I'm okay." That wasn't an answer, no, but in her mind, assuring Harry of that was the priority. The cut under her eye wasn't that deep, she didn't think. Some minor mending and it would be fine. "A younger student, he threw something and it came too close." No, she had a feeling the Slytherin boy had meant to hit her. He was either a first or second year, she wasn't certain, no doubt told who she was. Blood traitor, leech. The names didn't sink in much. Her nose wrinkled. "I'm not entirely unused to things like this."