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fiiveroundsrapid·:

      give her strength.     ❝   it was deemed a waste of resources.   ❞

    “Well that’s RUBBISH. Some job this is.”

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ilverhoney·:

Queenie arched her eyebrow as he stepped inside, a part of her wondering how she couldn’t still see him. Surely stepping inside would only mean he was slightly away from the door. Her lips parted to question that but then she heard the sounds, the addition of lights grasping her attention even more as she finally stepped inside. 

“How — it is a trick. It’s bigger on the inside, bigger than it looks on the outside.” That part probably shouldn’t have been that shocking, not when there were rooms like this in the magical communities but this was different. It was thrilling and advanced, something out of this World. “What is this? I ain’t ever seen anything like this before. How is it making all those sounds? What ‘bout the lights? It’s all MAGIC but different t’ any magic that I know …an’ that’s the thing I wanted t’ tell ya. I’m a witch. Not something I’m supposed t’ tell any people but you’re different.” 

    Ah, the questions. He loved the questions and Queenie sure had plenty of them. If anything, the Doctor loved showing off and he felt so connected to her already. She saw a wonder in the world that he saw, but they had the same sadness in their eyes when they smiled. For every DIFFERENT reason perhaps. The Doctor hardly reacted when she told him she was a witch, he was never one to JUDGE for such things. She thought he was different, he thought the same of her but in the most wonderful way. “See? I just knew there was something SPLENDID about you.” He commented, “It’s alright, I’m - in the language of your species - an alien. I’m not human, but I’ve put a lot of work into it. Well, I’m half human on my mother’s side. It’s called the TARDIS! Time and Relative Dimension In Space. She travels through space and time.”

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FOBWATCHED ELEVEN BEING BFFS WITH THIRTEEN???

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ilverhoney·:

Stepping to the side a little, Queenie kept the smile but nodded. “I think that’d be swell an’ then I’ll just follow you inside … or just take a look. Not sure there’s enough room in there for the both of us.” She shook her head, allowing a small laugh to escape her lips. Of course there wasn’t enough room in the box for the two of them. It had to be some kind of solo travel mechanism, rather than apparation. Perhaps he was one of them. “Go ahead, open the door. I’m ready t’ see your special way of getting in here. An’ the more impossible it may be …the more I’ll love it.” In the back of her mind she could hear Tina, reprimanding her for following some stranger so freely but Queenie didn’t care. He seemed nice and more than interesting. 

    This was the best bit! The ‘Oh, we’ll never fit in there’ bit, the bit right before the ‘It’s bigger on the inside’ bit. He loved it, the look of wonder that he always had when he found something new, even after all his years of travelling. The TARDIS was INFINITE, he had a feeling Queenie would love it. He had a feeling Queenie would be someone who would love to see the wonders of the universe.    Without hesitation, the Doctor pushed the ‘pull to open’ doors, nothing jumped out so he walked right into the console room, almost skipping to the main console and leaned up to affectionately pat the central time rotor, “Look alive, dear, we’ve got company.” and with that, the box let out a stuttered whirr as the lights grew a little brighter. 

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ilverhoney·:

Queenie couldn’t contain her smile as she listened to him, her heart racing when he mentioned landing there. That was one of the most curious things he could have said, especially when he claimed it happened in the blue box. “Aw honey, I’m always a believer in everything … even the impossible. An’ maybe, as y’ wanna show me inside the box, I can trust you to tell that I’m not just anybody. I’m not anything special either but I’m … well, I’m not a no-maj. That probably don’t mean much t’ you. Let me take a look in there an’ I’ll try t’ explain what I am.” She ventured towards the box, pausing at the part which seemed to be the door. “This ain’t a trick where I open the door an’ something jumps out t’ scare me, right? Someone did something like t’ me in school an’ I still didn’t get over it.”

    “GOOD.”  There weren’t many people the Doctor didn’t like, but people who believed in impossible things were certainly his favourites. Being over a thousand years old, wearing a bowtie while travelling in space and time were all IMPOSSIBLE THINGS.  No, the word ‘no-maj’ didn’t mean much to him, but he was keen to find out. The Doctor followed her over to the TARDIS doors and leant up against the jamb, “Would it make you feel better if I went in first? It’s my box, after all, I’m not going to rig it to have something jump out at me.”

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       “I THOUGHT I was supposed to have an office. Where’s my desk?”

@fiiveroundsrapid  | SC.

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ilverhoney·:

“An’ do ya believe in making wishes come true?” That was her not so subtle way of trying to find out if the other knew of magic. A part of her already assumed he did, especially considering he brought a big blue box inside the building. “Yeah, you’re in New York. I don’ really understand how y’ got in here with that thing over there.  Is this a joke? Did Teen put y’ up to it? I know she’s been wanting t’ cheer me up an’ all that but even I ain’t gonna believe you got in this building in that thing. It’s a blue box. Looks kinda funny …. can I look inside?” 

   “Yes, I suppose I do.” He always tried so hard to make people happy, that was ultimately all he cared about. Keeping people safe, keeping them happy.  He nodded when she confirmed their location, he’d guess the late twenties, early thirties perhaps. And he’d also wager that Queenie was no ORDINARY human. “No, it’s not a joke,” he insisted, shaking his head, “Nobody put me up to anything, I just landed.” the TARDIS must’ve thought he was needed here, maybe Queenie just needed him here... “You can look inside, but only if you believe in IMPOSSIBLE things.”

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ilverhoney·:

                 “The doctor of everything? Honey, how’s that even possible?” Her smile grew, curiosity building with every passing second she spent with him. There was something alluring about the other, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on. A part of her wondered if he was familiar with the Wizarding community, the fact she couldn’t hear his thoughts did strengthen that thought. “Where did y’ even come from? I don’t remember anyone else being down here an’ I didn’t hear the door — what’s that?” Her curiosity peaked once more with the sight of some blue box that definitely hadn’t been there before. 

   “Anything is possible if you WISH hard enough.” Or when you were as old as the stars, as the Doctor was. He straightened up his bowtie with a smile as he turned to face his TARDIS. “That’s how I got in,” he answered, though it wasn’t much of an answer at all. “I hope I’m not intruding. Are we in America, Queenie?”

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I know every rock and tree and creature has a life, has a spirit, has a name. You think the only people who are people are the people who look and think like you, but if you walk the footsteps of a stranger you'll learn things you never knew, you never knew.

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ilverhoney·:

               “Splendid? Well ain’t cha the sweetest thing.” The faintest smile tugged at her lips as she glanced over to the other, someone unlike anyone else she had met. The doctor. “I’m Queenie but what kind’a doctor are ya?” Normally she would allow his thoughts to answer her curiosity but that simply wasn’t happening, not with this man. 

    “It’s nice to meet you, Queenie.” He offered her a GENUINE smile, one that was brighter than the stars. “Oh, I’m a doctor of EVERYTHING, really. It’s much too complicated. I’m just the Doctor, people call me that.”

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     “Actually, I think you’re rather SPLENDID... I’m the Doctor.”

@ilverhoney  | SC.

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howlingsniper·:

“Is INACTION even a possibility with you?” 

    “No. I’m the Doctor, I’m here to HELP.”

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     “In my defence, I was left UNSUPERVISED.”

@howlingsniper | SC.

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hearter for a starter. 

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       “WELL, that’s no fun.”

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i need more threads here.  friendly reminder that i have a little wishlist of characters i would love him to interact with which i’ll slot below for your convenience.

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