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                             ( @weatherbyx )

                    “She’s just trying to keep you respectable.”

[grangerswot]

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a response to this meme

☆ ━ If you could live in the world of your muse(s) would you?

Yes absolutely. At least as long as I was a witch and not a Muggle, because being a Muggle is blah enough in our world, but being a Muggle in world where some people can do magic and they aren’t me? Horrible.


❀ ━ If you could be re-incarnated into any animal in a next life, which would you choose and why?

Easy default answer says “cat” because they’re the best and, as long as you get a good human to be your servant, it’s a pretty good life it seems. But I have a hard time with questions like this because the whole point of living is stories, one way or another, and cats definitely don’t seem to tell each other stories so…undecided? Now, a magical talking cat (perhaps a constellation shaped like a cat, for instance) like Pounce/Faithful – that would be just about perfect.

My mom always says she’s coming back as one of my cats, though.

 
☁ ━ What is your opinion on cereal?

Yes. Although many varieties are not filling enough for mornings when I have to go to work (especially tuesdays and wednesdays because I don’t get lunch until after one pm and start quite early to get all the new comics counted and out on the shelves etc) so I have very particular varieties that I have found that are more lasting that I make sure to eat those days, but in general: just yes. I have found myself moving away from the more sugary, artificial, “kid” cereals recently, but that’s more to do with, again, that quest for cereals that are filling. Now I like the stuff that has nuts and oats but only if it’s also got a lot of yummy fruit or honey or better yet both!

[whatsthesiitcha]

                                ( @weatherbyx )

                               “Sorry I’m late; I would’ve been here forty minutes                                ago, but I got tied up with something on the way.” 

        Something being Drakken trying to harvest the glacial coast of Iceland into         a weaponized freeze ray––it had been easy enough to take care of, and her         foe was being flown back to a maximum security prison in the states, but         it had pushed her behind on her more pertinent duties––and she hated         being late. Hopefully Percy would be understanding. 

                                                                                             “What’s the sitch?”

[chasingxquaffles-blog]

starter call: @weatherby-x

Angelina wasn’t expecting to see Percy at her apartment when she finally got home after work that day. She didn’t even know that Percy knew where she lived. Yet there he was, sitting on the secondhand couch that she was pretty sure had once been beige.

“                    Um    hi?”

[chasingxquaffles-blog]

                              You’re in love with him, and he’s in love with you,                               and it’s like a goddamn tragedy, because you look                               at him and see the stars, and he looks at you and                               sees the sun. And you both think the other is just                                              looking at the ground.

                                @chasingxquaffles​ + @weatherby-x​

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“I think you’re in my bath.”

meme || accepting

“I’m sorry, did you draw it for yourself?” 

Angelina barely bats an eyelid, raising her eyes to him as she takes a sip of her wine. “You’re welcome to join me, if you like, but I’m not getting out of this bath until the water’s gone cold.”

[chasingxquaffles-blog]

@weatherby-x

Angelina had heard rumours of how when a witch or a wizard turned 18, the first words their soulmate would say to them would appear on their body -- which she thought was complete rubbish, because if that was the case, then her father should have known that her mother could not have been his soulmate, and why would they get married then?

So when her 18th birthday rolled around and the words what the fuck? appeared along the side of her left thigh, well, Angelina didn’t quite know what to make of that. First off was the fact that her soulmate was apparently rather crude -- not that she didn’t cuss. The words were also rather generic, weren’t they? So it really was easy enough for Angelina to forget about them, about the words and about the whole soulmate business. Besides, she had enough on her mind as it was, what with the N.E.W.T.s and then work.

She had decided, after work one day, to stop in at the Leaky Cauldron for a drink and maybe something to eat, because she wasn’t exactly in the mood to cook. She’d got herself a table in a corner, settled in with a book she read in her lunch break, and read -- although apparently that was code for I’m lonely, come talk to me instead of I am alone and very happy to be alone and please don’t talk to me, because this one wizard had seated himself across from her and tried to engage in conversation -- which really wasn’t all that accurate because he was talking at her, blissfully oblivious to the dirty looks she was throwing in his direction.

Come on, seriously?

Holding back a frustrated sigh, Angelina glanced around the pub, desperate for some sort of escape. Her gaze flickered to the door as someone walked in -- Percy Weasley, of course, she’d recognise that mop of red hair anywhere. A thought popped into her head, and Angelina hesitated -- if she did what she was thinking about doing, it was going to be extremely awkward for the both of them.

Then the wizard across from her leaned over, asked her a question that really isn’t worth repeating, with a waggle of his eyebrows, and that sealed it. 

Slipping her book into her bag, Angelina tossed him a too-sweet smile. “Excuse me, would you?”

She took a deep breath, then got out of her seat and made her way over to Percy, desperately hoping that he would go along with it.

Tapping him on the shoulder, she shot him a bright smile as he turned around, whispering, “I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend for five minutes.” Without another word, she threw her arms around him in a hug. 

“It’s Angelina, by the way,” she added as she pulled away. “Johnson. I was in the same year as Fred and George back in Hogwarts. Sorry, there’s someone in the corner who just won’t leave me alone and I’m at my wits’ end. Please will you just walk me out?”

[hissingaspinthegrass]

@weatherby-x

“Uncle Percy, I really appreciate you as an uncle and a professor, but I think you need to maybe not mention to Mum and Dad about my lifestyle I partake in when I am at school. Even if you disagree with it.”