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weaslae is now on a semi-hiatus instead of a full-scale hiatus.

#The Phelps twins are in town. Planning on stopping by to see them tomorrow.#Been busy on another blog and still trying to warm back up to the HP fandom #{ Mischief Managed }

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#tunes.#; heart of a lion.#fav

I feel pretty comfortable with taking this blog off of hiatus now 8)

Thank you lot for being patient with me and those who stuck around regardless. All ongoing threads have been nullified so that a new, fresh start can take their place.

#Expect activity tomorrow as I've got an engagement tonight.#{ Mischief Managed }

xpeeves

“Course I do! I got plenty up my sleeve but I ain’t tell you. You’d steal ‘em and take the credit!”

He was desperate to know what he had planned, the twin’s tricks — whether veered toward student or teacher — were always a joy to behold. For the first time in a wearisome age he’d found students worth his attention.

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“Oh, you seriously underestimate us, Peeves,” George said under a crooked brow. “But I guess if you're really that confident in your own originality... I mean, he is our brother after all. But suit yourself. You know where t'find us if you've changed your mind. That is, if the offer's still on the table. Plenty of time for brooding away on improvements on your own time, though, o'course.”

#xpeeves #v; main

inonesuitcase-deactivated201502

“A little bit,” Merlin answered and chuckled lightly, “And what do they call the two of you?”

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“Fred and George,” said one of the twins eagerly. “Or ... George and Fred,” added the other alternatively. “He's Fred --” and “He's Fred --” chorused simultaneously as the two identical boys stuck their index fingers at one another in an accusatory nature. Fred turned to George as George turned to Fred, a look of contorted confusion and appall on each face. “No, you're Fred!” “You're Fred, I'm George!” “Honestly, mister, he's Fred--” “-- Am not! Swear, I'm George. He wishes he were me.”

#inonesuitcase #v; young carefree & innocent

galaxyxdoctor

"And you just assume something’ll go wrong. We’ll be fine, have a little trust. Of course you’ve really got no reason too, but, well that’s not important here.”

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“Assume, predict, both sides of the same galleon.”

#galaxyxdoctor #v; main #[ definitely mate! ]#[ been on a bit of an indefinite semi hiatus but of course B) ]

ronaldxweaslex

”Yeah, well that’s what you said last time too, and the time before that, and the time before that.”

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“And now of all times is when you decide to learn from experience, that how it is, Ron? Unbelievable.” “What ever happened to letting bygones be bygones?”

#ronaldxweaslex #v; main #;OOTP #[ Mooorning B) ]

“Back to the old grindstone,” George reminisced with a clever grin. “Another year, another galleon,” chimed Fred like a breath of fresh air. The twins had big plans for this term. Big plans that were as good as guaranteed to weigh down their pockets and promote their reputation more than ever before. The Hogwarts express rumbled on, carrying with it students of all ages to a year that would be unlike any other at Hogwarts before. Little did anyone know, things at Hogwarts this year were going to change.

#!open.#v; main #;OOTP #harry potter rp

“Honestly, mate, even we wouldn’t joke about something this serious.”

#!open.#v; main #;OOTP #[ trumpet salutes ]

harrypotterhousequotes

#; heart of a lion.#v; post!war #-- how do I let go?#; fake a smile. don't let her down.

I'll be spending quite a bit of time over here for the remainder of this semi-hiatus. (B

#the fandom is virtually nonexistant though so that means crossovers are definitely welcome #nonexistent*#{ Mischief Managed }

offireandrebellion

she doesn’t possess an excessive amount of skill. in fact, she’s actually quite average, but in the methods of defense, she’s a quick learner. strictly speaking, given her background, she was more adept with her quick reflexes and when it’s her turn to test her mark, she doesn’t express as much apprehension as many others have. katniss merely stands at the ready, wand held nimbly betwixt calloused digits. before coming to hogwarts, she’d spent years perfecting her aim by way of bow and arrow and considering the target placed before her now, and the way he fidgeted on his feet, she would make easy work of this and slide back into calculated anonymity.

( she is not impervious, however, to the weasleys’ whispering, but she pays it no mind for the time being. a flick of her wand, a quiet assertion of the spell in question and zacharias smith was effectively sent spiraling into the wall. )

such a shame when their bark turns out worse than their bite. as she makes her way back toward her place in the crowd, she brushes past george’s shoulder, her face unreadable apart from a slight quirk of her lips, but even the purpose of that — be it amusement or otherwise — is a little hard to ascertain.

❛ your whispering could use a bit of work. ❜

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To their own amazement, neither of the twins' predictions were accurate. Instead, the most predictable of outcomes resulted in a propelled Hufflepuff, sent across the room with force as every eye in the room followed his descent. Their jaws all but fell off their hinges, but the twins were pleasantly impressed, though disappointed in their inaccuracy.

Eyes widened at the whisper that fluttered past their ears, tainted with irony and the egg that belonged on their faces. Her aim really was good. And George couldn't help the slight grin that tugged at his lips, despite the slightly scrutiny tainted stares the boys were projecting downwards onto her.

“Who said it was a particularly confidential conversation?” asked George cunningly, a now slyly smirking Fred folding his arms at his side.

“Maybe we wanted to be rudely eavesdropped on --” “-- Either way, fat lot of good it did --”