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To the right To the left We will fight till death Till the Edge of the Earth It’s a Brave New World From the last to the first
“—- Erm. Prolly told me to pay attention. That’s wot they usually say.” He rubbed his eyes sleepily, before peering around the classroom. “So wot am I doing wrong, then?”
& she couldn't help but roll her eyes at him. honestly, he never paid attention in class and then expected her to help him with whatever homework was given. it was a never ending cycle. sure, she felt needed and quite pleased to help a fellow student, but he wasn't even learning when she did take the time to teach him. or at least he didn't show her any signs that he was. she sighed. "Your wand movements, Ronald. You're going too hard-- it has to be gentle, but precise for this particular spell."
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❝The brightest witch of her age. I do say, it is quite a honor.❞
she smiled-- a bit shy with the title, but more proud than anything else. she prided herself with her intelligence. "Honor might be a bit over the top, but it is quite the pleasure to meet you."
i watched frozen again last night, finally in super good quality & now i want to make a frozen account buuuuuuuuuuut i have no idea who. i know there's a lot of rp accs for the movie but there's a reason for that and that's cause it's awesome. sob. i was thinking maybe hans or kristoff. or maybe anna.
“I wasn’t sleeping! I was just… resting my eyes and listening to the professor talk. Absorbing the information better and all that.”
She glared at him. "If that's the case, then what did the professor say right before he woke you up from your so called resting your eyes?"
”There’s no point to this. I don’t need to learn it when I know other things more worthy of my time.”
"No.. point? Oh, you can't be serious. This could very well save your life!"
“Hermione, I swear on Merlin’s baggy y-fronts, if you don’t shut up…”
"Ronald.. I am only trying to help. Maybe if you paid at least half the amount of attention to the lesson that you do sleeping, then you might actually learn something and not need me."
“Why the fuck would you let me do it wrong than, uhmm?”
"Surely you don't expect me to do it all for you. You aren't going to learn if I were to swoop in every time you're doing it wrong. Perhaps reading the text over again would do well for you."
"--it's not going to work. You're doing it all wrong."
can we just agree that hermione doesn’t give two shits about throwing rocks in the water. she knows exactly what she’s doing bless her
nO BUT FLICK HE LITERALLY JUST TAUGHT HER WHAT SHE TAUGHT HIM IN THE FIRST BOOK YO SWISH AND FLICK THIS IS THE CUTEST THING
[SCREAMS OUT LOUD]
#anyone else love how he taught her the muggle version of it and she taught him the magic version#even though he’s a pureblood and she’s a muggle born (via Saffythegeek)
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a handful of dust | witchgranger
Charlie watched as the hesitant hands of dawn began to leak from the horizon. He had fortunately been an early riser for most of his life which managed to keep him a step ahead of the general chaos of the Weasley home, but where there had once been perpetual, imperceptible movement, now he was still; elbows propped on knees, gaze even and steady as it stayed fixed forward.
It seemed that no matter the time that passed, this home remained constant. Moving on had meant moving out but now there was nothing unfamiliar about the back porch he’d spent half his childhood on, nothing unnerving about the silence that meant the only creatures he’d encounter would be chickens. Old wood supported his weight the way it always had and he couldn’t help but think the comfort was out of place.
Of course it was. He chose not to dwell on it.
It was spring but the air had not quite caught the memo; even as light began its slow, heavy duty of flooding out the inky twilight he let himself indulge, just for a moment, in the jarring juxtaposition. It was not something he’d keep with him for the rest of the day- there was too much to do, too many other things that needed to be dealt with. And, had there not been, he’d never been particularly skilled at wallowing anyway.
Though, contrary to popular belief, he was rather good at planning ahead. Which he could have done now- had been doing for weeks as if it had any beneficial effect at all on his mother’s well being. Even now there was the steadily increasing threat of checklists and chores and everything that had been so recently second nature. But that wasn’t the point now- not in this moment. He exhaled the bullet points, let them fade into lingering ghosts.
In the silence of the morning’s shadow, the back door’s opening was more than a little noticeable no matter its objective volume. He didn’t flinch, merely waited the length of a breath before shifting his weight to the left hand braced behind his back and turning his head.
"-You’re up early." Even though his voice was even and light, the grin he went for took maybe a little too long melt into something proper. Later, he’d blame it on the early hour.
She hadn't realized that there was someone else who had the same idea as her. Having been woken up, she could not find it in herself to try and sleep more. With a novel in her one hand, she headed out to get some reading in before everyone else awoke -- she was fairly certain that she would be asked to help out around the house and whilst she did not mind that, she did want some time to herself. Even so, the sight of the eldest Weasley sibling gave her a feeling of comfort rather than a sense of awkwardness between the two. She felt like family, despite having no relations to the family name, something that was not easy for a person of her background in this world. She was still thankful for the kindness she was showed throughout these years of getting to know the ginger haired bloodline. Hermione gave him a small smile and then moved over to sit down beside him, the book finding a secure place in her lap. "I see you had a similar idea. Can't sleep?"
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"Can you walk?" ; ask meme
"--it's merely a scratch," she responded, at first not believing the injury was at all grave. It wasn't until she put pressure on her foot did she realize how s e r i o u s the injury turned out to be. Swallowing, she leaned up against the nearby tree, a frown present-- an injury like this one would not do her any favors and surely a halt to her studies would happen if she had to stay in the infirmary for too long. But it became evident that she could not walk when she tried to and ended up losing her balance, falling into the arms of the former professor.
"Does that hurt?"
the words were lost , her hand gripped the knife as she overlooked the infected she had just killed — breathing heavily, she turned to the girl, not quite catching onto what she was referring to. —until she was informed by ellie’s green orbs focusing on the witch’s arm. a bite mark.
no, this wasn’t happening. it wasn’t supposed to happen. not like this. not here. hermione’s eyes fell shut, a small lip bite and then she reopened them, looking to the younger girl who stood beside her. no, she had to be strong for ellie. she had to. “no— I don’t even feel it. It’ll be fine. You’ll be fine.”
forgiveness ; r&h
It had been a particularly bold move of him, and he wasn’t quite sure of what had spurred him on. He was already feeling dreadfully embarrassed, the tips of his ears burning a bright crimson. Still, he had gotten it into his head that he was going to dance with her, and he wasn’t going to back out now. Even if it was somewhat awkward with no music.
“Still. I acted like a prat, making a scene and all that. — I wanted to ask you, y’know. I mean, I know I did ask, but I meant it. It wasn’t coz you were a last resort.”
she didn't need music, because in a way, he was her m e l o d y. She nodded her head in agreement to what he said -- "Good to know you've realized that." -- but she fell silent when he confessed that he had wanted to ask her in the first place. Her head rested gently on his shoulder, a small sigh escaped her lips ; she was surprised to know that, knowing her own complicated feelings toward the ginger haired boy. "--what stopped you from asking sooner? I mean.. I was waiting for you. But you never bothered."