#victoire001

[wizardkniight]

Even though he so far hadn’t gotten lost in the castle, George heard some horror stories of students losing a whole class because they were in the dungeons instead of a tower, so he always ended up leaving for class way too early. This time he got to his class just a few minutes after the last class ended.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to disturb you.” he said to the student who was still inside of the classroom, assuming she was still taking notes or something like that. “Though.. now that I have your attention, do you know if the castle has a stable?”

@labvrnvm​ liked the discord thingie

[mollweasleys]

when: 12th august where: the burrow who: @advictoriamw

“Okay, so, I figure if we have the chocolate fountain there—” Molly was saying to Victoire, pointing in the recently-cleared-of-gnomes patch of fresh grass, “—and the drinks tables alongside the edge of the house, we’ve still got most of the yard to work with, as well as the shed, and we’ve got all of the essentials sorted, if the food’s still good inside? So we could add, like, I don’t know, fucking statues of Lil and Lou if we wanted. We can go wild.”

[pottersquib]

the burrow.

“I thought it was around here.” she mumbled under her breath as she searched for that one spot where her phone has signal around these parts. The Burrow, though wonderful and warm, was filled with magic, so all electronics refused to work near it. A few years ago she had found a blessed little spot, but it seems it stopped working. 

The crackling of leaves announce her cousin’s approach. Turning around, she grins at Vic and waves her phone as a greeting. “Is Grandma calling us in?”. now, while she doesn’t need to check her phone at this moment, she was hoping to at least to check her instagram feed. “Ugh, I am going to put a flag on the spot next time I find it! I should have done that ages ago!

@vctoiires

[hvgos-blog]

@thevictoireweasleyy

White knuckles held tight to the edge of the table before him; A futile effort to suppress the rage that seeped from every crevice of his bones. He hated this– hated being treated like a child when he’s known nothing of childhood. Victoire may have been his older cousin but she was a nuisance, just another person keeping him from what he needed most. “Bullshit! I don’t need you to protect me, I protect you. I protect every single ungrateful head in this house,” he shruged her off, finding no comfort in her touch. His fists landing on the table loudly. “I’ve been killing death eaters for your protection before I even understood our cause, and you think you’ve earned the right to keep secrets and say it’s for my own good?”