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“Rosie, you gotta help me, alright? There’s this girl and I have this embarrassingly huge crush on her and I have no clue how to tell her.”

[evan--matthews-blog]

but a short and lovin' life that ain't so bad

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[ Closed ]

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   "--- I haven't slept for 24 hours      straight and even though i am      tired as hell i will get up and      kick your ass no problem if      you don't shut up already."

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       Who are you? What are you doing in this place?"

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Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood

Harry Potter Prompts

Harry Potter: Tell us about a scar on your body.

     ”Believe it or not, ‘m actually one o’ t’e clumsiest students at Hogwarts. So me knees, elbows, ‘nd palms are cove’ed in hundreds o’ tiny little scratches from years o’ trippin’.”

Hermione Granger: What is your favourite book, how many times have you read it, and why do you love it?

     ”My favourite book is Everyday by David Leviathan. I’ve probably read it ‘bout twenty times, ‘nd I love it ‘cause I really identify wit’ the main characte’ A.”

Ron Weasley: Something you’re afraid of?

     ”—— Bein’ alone.”

Neville Longbottom: Tell us an embarrassing story.

     ”Well, t’e firs’ time I eve’ went on a date, I went ta t’is boy’s ‘ouse. He was t’is cute Ravenclaw lad, ‘nd we ended up jumpin’ on ‘is litter sister’s trampoline in t’e backyard. ‘nd it was all fun, we were gigglin’ li’e idiots. Only problem was… I forgot ta wear my belt t’at day. Long story short, me pants ended up droppin’ and me junk was out in the wind. Yea’… Neve’ talked ta t’at boy again.”

Luna Lovegood: One thing that makes you different from everyone else.

     [The Hufflepuff doesn’t speak; just turns their hair from blue to purple and flashes a grin.]

[evan--matthews-blog]

[text: poophead] come over and love me

[text: rosie-kins] forward, aren't you

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"How in Merlin's name did you get up that high? A-are you stuck?" He rather hoped that wasn't the case; he was twice as scared of heights as any other he'd ever met.

[loganj-matthews]

A Dinner Party || Logan, Hermione, Evan, and Rose

Dear Logan,

         My daughter had an idea of a small get together. I am here to invite you and your son, Evan, over for a fantastic dinner and all that. It would be splendid to catch up with you.                                               Yours Truly,                                                            HM

Logan had been delighted at the invitation and sent a letter to accept the offer immediately. While he'd been sure that Lacey would've liked to go and catch up with Hermione, he didn't dare extend the invitation on to her. He was sure that the girls could get together and do something that didn't include he and his, now ex, wife being in the same enclosed space for any amount of time. Instead he sent a letter to inform Evan, but of course Evan already knew. Logan had also been delighted that Evan's response didn't include any more than two insults.

So, after ironing out the details with Hermione, Logan collected Evan and apperated to the end of the drive of Hermione's home. He'd been here maybe a handful of times before. Maybe.

He walked silently next to Evan who seemed far more comfortable with his surroundings than he was. This didn't really strike Logan as odd. Evan didn't often speak to Logan about things other than the former's dislike for the later, but when there was a topic of conversation other than anger, it was either Evan's dislike for Lacey or 'Rosie'. Logan had heard a lot about Rosie. Chris had said that Evan spoke a lot about Rosie to him too.

Once they'd reached the door, Logan knocked on it. Evan looked a little impatient at this action. Perhaps he was just used to walking into places. Logan shook this off and turned his attention to the door to wait for it to be opened by someone. He held a bottle of Rosmerta's Best butterbeer. He had heard that one was to bring butterbeer to a dinner party. Or maybe it was wine. He didn't have a clue.

Finally, the door opened and he grinned a little at the person behind it. "I come baring gifts." He stated, holding up the bottle in his hand.