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virbellica:

Very handsome. Mack grinned at her, teeth baring wide and he sat up straighter so he could look at her properly. ‘’Objectively? Are you telling me now that you just see me as an object?’’ He was playing with her, somewhat possibly similar to a large animal playing with a smaller one. Just before they devour their prey whole.

‘’You know, I thought times had moved past the whole objectifying women. And here you are, objectifying me.’’ Of course he knew he was handsome. Mack was handsome, and he used that a lot more often to his gain than one morally should. ‘’You really oughta be deeply ashamed of yourself, chicken.’’ He wanted to pull away the attention of what she had originally came here for, his eyebrows raised and a cunning smile playing along his lips. ‘’If you really wanted to help, we could go somewhere,,, quieter.’’

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“I meant objectively as in, not subjectively? Like, it’s not really a matter of opinion and more of a fact, really?” Once again Miriam put her foot firmly in her mouth, her optimism slowly faltering as she accepted the drab reality of maybe not being able to fix this. He really didn’t need to tell her to be ashamed, though. Her gaze dropped down to the floor and the bright blush on her face proved that she already got the shame part covered. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to offend.”

She perked up fast after that, the fact that he still accepted her help however was quite suprising, her offer standing more than ever now that she had something to make up for. “Yeah, absolutely. Whatever works for you.” Accepting help was a brave thing all on its own. Allowing it in front of other people was a step that could be taken later. Right now she was just thankful to be useful. And for the change of topic, maybe.

#―✰ mack y

Send me ✘ and I’ll bold all below that apply to my muse!

#abtask009 #―✰ task #tw: child abuse #tw: self-harm

elderwandskeeper-deactivated201

BUT GUYS. imagine muggleborns who find out they’re wizards and their families are very religious. Imagine their parents gasping in horror and begin crying because of how terrible they think it is. Imagine how there were probably families like the Dursleys that thought if they could treat their children like shit , then they could squeeze the magic, they could squeeze the ‘sin’ out of them. Imagine muggleborns that parallel those coming out of the closet to their religious parents, fighting to say ‘you cant change me.’ Imagine Dumbledore going out of his way just like he did with Harry to insure their ‘safety’ at Hogwarts, where they finally can breathe and feel at home and accepted.

#muse #tw: child abuse

childofwxr:

While Dorcas had been the one to find her, Mary was fearful of how her other friends would react. She’d been in the hospital wing for a few hours; Pomfrey’s potions were taking away most of the pain but it would take a while for her fractured shoulder and broken arm to heal, even with magical aid. The bruises around her neck would eventually fade but his scar would always be there, a reminder of what had happened. She’d be forced to see it every morning in the mirror. Was that a better fate than him finishing her off? Of course it was, but it’d take time for her to heal mentally, and come to believe that. She wouldn’t let herself spend the rest of her life peering around corners, awaiting the next attack. She was a muggleborn, and despite the words carved into her skin, she was proud of it and that would never change.

The sound of rushed footsteps roused her from her half sleep and she turned her head to greet the person with a drowsy, forced smile. “I’m okay, I promise.”

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“That’s nice to hear.” It was doubtful, but admirable how much of a fighter the young Gryffindor truly was. A little too much, almost, for Miriam’s taste, because it made it so much harder to help. She still couldn’t fault her for wearing a brave face. Some days that was, after all, all one could do. “I was thinking maybe you’re hungry. So I brought you some breakfast and a cup of tea.” She couldn’t imagine that Mary would feel like eating, but still placed the tray she brought with her on the nightstand. It was a fight to keep her eyes on Mary’s, to not allow her gaze to flicker down to her chest where the blood seeping through the dressing spelled out the word it was intended to cover. “How’s the pain?” The words came out so fast that she almost stumbled over them in an attempt to find something to distract her from the obvious topic.

#―✰ mary m

antigoneaway:

it had been an adventurous day in care of magical creatures. professor kettleburn had been assisting one student when a hippogriff managed to get out of it’s enclosure and spook a kneazle that clawed into the chimaera. luckily, tig had seen what was happening in enough time to pull the professor mostly out of the way of the tantruming beast before something far worse happening. her arm had gotten burnt in the process, though. along with half of her school robes. “you’re being very kind, all things considered.” tig said, wincing as her burn twinged in pain. “can you? I would really prefer not to go to the hospital wing again for a while.”

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“Why wouldn’t I be?” There was a soft furrow in her brow, a faint line right atop her nose, but she was smiling still. Miriam was the kind of person that would not stop being kind until someone truly deserved animosity - and so far, no one had managed to offend her enough, ever. “Again? I didn’t know you were there recently?” Miriam tried her best to make it sound like small talk and not just her being nosy, which she definitely was. W

#―✰ antigone g

pandora-jane:

Pandora looked down at her bloodied knee, a little embarrassed. She hadn’t meant to trip down quite that many stairs all at once, but one of those trip steps had gotten her unaware. It looked pretty bad now that she was staring at it. Almost made her feel woozy.

“Help would be nice, I think. It really does look kinda gross doesn’t it?”

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“It looks painful more than anything. But to be fair, I don’t really mind the gross anymore.” Ever since Madam Pomfrey had allowed her to help out in the hospital wing, Miriam had seen her fair share of blood and gore and was getting better at handling it by the day. “Would you mind being my guinea pig? There’s this new healing spell I’ve been learning that should take care of it no problem.”

#―✰ pandora j

virbellica:

It took him a split second longer than normal to realise she was talking to him. Mack’s lazy gaze slid up to meet her eyes, the Slytherin still leant back in his chair in the emptying library. It was nearing curfew and most students were scattering to be back in their dorms before lights out.

“No,” Mack spoke slowly, trying to rack his brain for if he had ever spoken to her before. A momentary lapse in memory, it had been quite a few months since he had been at school. “This is just my natural look. Are you saying my face doesn’t please you?” A cocky smile and an arch of his eyebrow.

He was paler than usual; the very little hours of sleep at night would contribute to how much darker his eyes were in contrast to his face. Mack looked over her shoulder, looking for anyone that may have followed her to back her up in case he got nasty. No one. How brave.

“You are offering to help me?” The books open in front of him and empty parchment would suggest that Mack was doing some sort of assignment for a class. He wasn’t. And he closed the book on dark curses, sliding it off the table and into his bag. “Some people do research for fun, y'know.”

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His reaction had caught Miriam quite off guard. While not reliably good with words, she at the very least tried not to offend people. Tried and failed, apparently.

“What, no! I didn’t say that at all. You’re very handsome.” The words tumbled out of Miriam’s mouth long before her brain could catch up. When it finally did, she felt her cheeks heat up with shame. “Objectively. It’s just an observation. But you probably know that, right?” Anything else would be shocking, of course, but somehow it felt like her idea of a quick fix just made her sound even worse.

"What I was trying to say is that you look a little tired.” Or at least she’d assume that’s what it was. She didn’t really have a point of reference, only ever seeing the Slytherin in passing. But when had not knowing someone all that well ever stopped her from inserting herself into a situation and offering help without being asked? “I get it. I do a lot of research myself. But it’s important to take breaks. So yes. I’m offering to help you.”

#―✰ mack y

excaptainemmavanity:

Emma almost jumped out of her skin hearing someone voice so close to her as she was in the middle of putting on her shirt- she froze and turned around and she squinted her eyes, holding the shirt up with her hands, hiding her chest. This girl must have been referring to the large gash on the side of her rib or the other scrapes and cuts all along her skin. Emma shook her head, “They’re nothing, I’ve had worst- don’t you know not to enter empty classrooms?” she hissed, “You could have found something or someone a lot more gruesome.”

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“Are you sure? Those look pretty gnarly.” It rude to intrude and even ruder to stare at someone (especially when they were getting changed), but in situations like these Miriam was known to leave her manners at the doorstep. So instead of apologizing and leaving discretely, she closed the door to the classroom behind her and kept her tone a little lower. “Do you mind me asking how you got those?”

#―✰ emma v

wormtailed:

“So, what I’m getting is that this doesn’t make me ruggedly handsome?” The urge to mindlessly poke at the blooming bruise on his face didn’t come up anymore. Like a rat trained to stay away from electrical wires, the conditioning had already settled in. “It’s not half bad though,” he shrugged and only now really looking Miriam in the eyes. The look of worry on her face was heartwrenching every single time. “Barely even hurts if I don’t touch it.”

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“Not really, sorry.” She tilted her head to the side, eyes focused on the angry bruise on the Gryffindors face. “It just makes you look rugged.” It was probably going to get worse before it got better and her fingers were itching with wanting to touch it, prod at it to see how bad it was but she didn’t. Self-control wasn’t her forté so this would warrant an extra special entry in her diary tonight. “If you want to keep it as an accessory, I get it. If not, I can gladly get rid of it for you.”

#―✰ peter p

doris-purkisses:

“I doubt that you could” she murmured quietly, folding up the letter than she had received only a few minutes ago. It had been the letter that she had dreaded would eventually come one day, and although she had expected it, it still made her feel sick to her stomach. Standing up from the Hufflepuff table, her lip trembling somewhat, she turned to Miriam and struggled to get her words out. “I don’t think I will make practice tonight, could you… could you make my apologies?” she asked, but raced from the hall with her hand clamped over her mouth without waiting for an answer.

―✰

“You could at least let me try?” The smile on her lips was small and encouraging. Even if whatever was bothering Doris wasn’t something to be discussed over breakfast, there was hardly a problem that Miriam wouldn’t have a solution for. Even when Doris started running. Miriam hesitated for a half a beat (should she just give her some time, see if it would sort itself out?) before she too bolted off, giving chase. “Doris, wait!”

#―✰ doris p

“Oh wow.” Miriam felt her face slipping, the worry spelt out on it an open door to her inner thougts. Try as she might, the persitent furrow in his brow wouldn’t go away even when she realized that her reaction might have come across a little rude. “Are you okay? You look a little... rough.” Which in honesty was quite the understatement, but the fear of coming on a little strong (she’s been informed that’s one of her worse habits) formed her words. “I could help you out with that if you wanted to?”