Deamus: Hogwarts Years
In my head the bearded wizard in the last gif is doing that thing that older people do where they go “Ohh this one’s a keeper you should marry him”
That is Aberforth Dumbledore and HE IS 100% DOING THAT
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Deamus: Hogwarts Years
In my head the bearded wizard in the last gif is doing that thing that older people do where they go “Ohh this one’s a keeper you should marry him”
That is Aberforth Dumbledore and HE IS 100% DOING THAT
Ah crap y’all deserve an update:
First some fantastic news, I graduate in 49 days. My last day of classes is even sooner (37 days)!
That also means, these last 9 assignments…have only 5 weeks to get done.
For those of you who know the other extra stuff going on for me, I have an appointment scheduled with a lawyer for Tuesday. Then there’s the interpersonal stuff that goes with that.
Mix all of these together and my level of stress is really damn high. I haven’t even been popping in on mobile because I really feel like my nerves are fried crispy little bits. If you have kik, feel free to hit me up for it. I’ll be lurking and replying to things that really strike my fancy, but over all I think I’m gonna be MIA at least till May 17th (Graduation is the 15th, but my parents are gonna be here till the 17th).
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[Remember how excited I was about spring break and then remember how I’ve gotten nothing done on my accounts? I am SO SORRY! Turns out getting up every day at 5 to go to work turns into ‘oh for christ’s sake I need to sleep NOW’ instead of ‘I HAVE SO MUCH FREE TIME’ -grumbles- I’m not working today, hopefully after I meet up to work on a class project I’ll get replies written. I am so, so sorry.]
[Alright! I officially have a Thread Tracker for this blog. It is under my tags tab labeled “trois”. I only put up threads that have been replied to. So your starter might not be on there yet, I’ll add it once that thread gets some action.]
[As far as I can tell, I am caught up here! If I missed you, feel free to send me a link to the thread!]
If Alejandra had not been short, she might have been offended that someone collided with her. Aside from being used to her fate at this point in her life. She was taking in the tall young man before her, stumbling through an apology. She only felt even more appeased because of his obscene height (to her… from where she was standing). He looked familiar, but she was quite sure she had never been formally introduced. A problem to be shortly rectified.
“I’m fine, danger of being small.” Unaware of his mental argument over calling her old, she stuck out her hand, not offended at the term he chose. “Alejandra Viridian, Head of Experimental Charms. And you are?”
A bit bewildered, due only to his only his internal awkwardness, Dean took the witch’s hand. “Alejandra? Good to meet you,” he shook it firmly and remembered to introduce himself as well. “Dean...Thomas, student.”
He was digging himself deeper and deeper into this awkward hole he lodged himself in. Glancing down to divert his attention, only brought his eyes even with the woman’s. Heat crawled at the back of his neck and he quickly rambled hoping to bring attention away from his embarrassment.
“Experimental Charms eh? What’s all that entail?”
Seamus laughed at the memories of the past parties they crashed and shook his head with a significant smirk while throwing on his jacket, looking into the mirror for a final time. He wasn’t exactly what people could call vain. How could he when his experimenting ways had him lose an eyebrow or two more than once in his past lifetime?
“To be honest, that wedding of these college lads was the best one so far. All these women in their preppy clothes,” he sighed exaggeratedly and held his hands up in defense. “Hey, alright alright. I’m lettin’ ye handle the bloody thing. One could think that it wasn’t that hard but … whatever…”
There was a dismissive shrug and while he waited for his friend to get ready, he drowned in his thoughts once more. Thoughts about the upcoming year at Hogwarts and what will happen and especially will his best friend be there? The Irish boy wasn’t dumb and knew that it was a dangerous time for the boy born by two Muggles but there was still hope that Dean knew that Seamus would protect him at any costs and that Seamus himself would have a hard time, too.
That shook Dean right out of his doldrums. Laughter shook his shoulders. With a ‘fuck it’ shrug, he threw on a jumper, good enough. Trying to explain to a shrieking bridesmaid that getting stuck halfway through a wall was perfectly normal before running off from a bride who was far, far more terrifying then his mother’s fiercest days would be forever seared in his memory. The mess on the tube... Dean shook his head, gasping for air through his snickering.
“That station is still closed, y’know! Rebuilding. Mum says the papers describe it like crumpled aluminum. How th’hell. I’m so proud,” his hand clapped down on Seamus’ shoulder, “Let’s do this.”
O.W.L.s studying was kicking Lee’s arse. He was surprised he hadn’t been kicked out of Gryffindor tower into the lake yet. Talk of anything besides O.W.L.s was a welcome relieve. Lee wrinkled up his nose at the question Dean posed. “I wish I hadn’t, but at least we have a better idea how things will shape up. Speaking of ludicrous displays… how far into fancy is Ron’s story getting about Black?” @wandxless
“He is raving!” momentarily Dean forgot about the very important Quidditch analysis in favor for his dormmate’s latest take on his heroics. “Heard a group of birds carrying on about how Ron shoved Black out a window because he had no time to grab his wand! Mostly, he’s been going on about his rat. I need to just make a pot of tea and forget about Quidditch, he’s entertainment enough.”
“So there is actual technique and thought behind it, too. Good! I already thought this was a game for savages,” she teased him, making that clear with a wink. Then the blonde did as he said, kicking the ball with the side of her foot and realized that it indeed worked out better with more control.
“Huh, I could probably get used to it. Is this a rough sport? I mean … how to get the ball from another? Probably through stealing it as they run or something, right? I remember once walking through London and seeing a sports with a ball that looked more like an egg. That one was rough. It was called … roughby or something.”
“Ah-- aye,” immediate defensiveness melted into a laugh when he caught the wink. “Can be, nice shot!” he nodded, hands on his hips eyeing how far she sent the ball this time. “Yeah, y’can steal the ball from folks as their runnin’ er intercept it when they try an’pass it to a team mate. Slide tackles, uh it’s when you knock someone’s legs from under’em. Not as bad as rugby though, footballers are faking the injuries half the time!”
He rambled, yelling over his shoulder to her as a light jog brought him to the ball, a quick jab of his toe under the ball sent it sailing back across to her. “Four!” he called before it again occurred to him she probably wouldn’t get a golf reference. It thudded to the ground just behind her.
The potions master’s face was a strange mixture of exhaustion, disgust, and thinly veiled rage. Part of him was fantasizing about marching his way to the headmaster’s office and handing in his resignation.
With a flick of his wand, Snape banished the remnants of the ruined potion before stalking over to the grinning boy.
“I can assure you, Mr. Thomas,” the man sneered. “A near brush with death is not ‘a hell of a thing’.. A weeks worth of scrubbing cauldrons should prove that to the both of you…”
“Weeks?!”
No, no, no. Detention for weeks when there Quidditch trials coming up and he had a pass to go home in three weeks time for his little sister’s birthday weekend. Besides, this wasn’t highly unusual, no one got hurt, easily cleaned up, just a bit of singing here and there.
“Everyone’s fine though, sir!” The Gryffinor look around at his classmates to ensure he wasn’t inadvertently lying. It appeared so, no one looked to miffed other then Seamus’ equally indignant glare. Dean tried negotiating, “One detention and some house points?”
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Dean glanced between the Slytherin and the spread laid out on the table in front of him. Indignant (and highly sarcastic) was the best description for the huff that left him.
“It’s art.”
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“...maybe madness runs in the family...”
A wide grin sported itself on Dean’s face as he wandered into Weasleys’ Wizarding Wheezes. Same reaction every time, without fail. A blessed slice of ‘normal’ in a world that was simply surreal now. Habit drew Dean’s eyes straight to the center of the shop, expecting Fred and George beaming over their empire. His smile immediately faded as the thought slid through his mind. Dean quickly made his way over to the woman behind the counter instead, an apology in his eyes, not wanting her to think it was disappointment directed at her. First time back after...well, hopefully she understood.
“’Morning Verity...right?,” he smiled again.
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It was just a trunk. Random, in the middle of the corridor sure, but just a trunk none-the-less. Then rattled off the ground and landed with and unceremonious clatter. Startled, the two boys jumped back nearly as high. Dean’s wand was out in an instant, trained on the latch. He nudged his friend to do the same.
“I should be prepared for what I find, were I you.”
Personality Disorder Test
used this test here.
Paranoid: low. Schizoid: low. Schizotypal: low. Antisocial: moderate. Borderline: low. Histrionic: low. Narcissistic: low. Avoidant: low. Dependent: moderate. Obsessive-Compulsive: low.
[Since I have an influx of new followers because of Dean, I figured I should post my schedule again so you guys know why my posting during the week is sketchy at best:
Mondays: Internship 7:00am - 4:00pm
Tuesdays: Class 1:00pm - 9:15pm
Wednesdays: Internship 7:00am - 4:00pm
Thursdays: Class 12:30pm - 6:30pm
Fridays: homework, readings, appointments
Weekends: RP!
Once you factor in wake-up/get ready/drive time, I’m pretty solidly booked throughout the week. I try to get stuff up as I have random bits of free time. Also reminder that I now queue replies to try to space out how many replies I have to write.]