sweet disposition

For attractive lips, speak words of kindness. For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people. For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry. For beautiful hair, let a child run his fingers through it once a day. For poise, walk with the knowledge you’ll never walk alone.

[xchariity]

bartemius--crouch-jr:

He had to admit, she was pretty light on her feet but by judging by her size and stature, it wasn’t at all surprising. Barty was tall and lanky, he loomed over a majority of the fifth years in his class. If he wasn’t Barty and she wasn’t Charity, their bodies would have fit perfectly together in a magical and almost romantic way. Dancing always cames naturally for him, he was taught to waltz at a young age, his mother always forcing him to dance with her at his father’s lavish parties. She felt that it was nice for everyone to see mother and son dancing together, perhaps to give the illusion that they were ‘close’.

By the way the Hufflepuff smiled at him, she seemed to be taken by his Barty Crouch charm. Of course, this was just his fake charm, the charm he used to talk to Professors and females that seemed impressed with the Crouch name. Not that he was typically into females, per say, he had his eye on a few certain classmates. But it wasn’t like he hadn’t dated females, for his mother and father’s sake, he had brought home one or two birds to show boat. If you were to talk to them and ask them what kind of boyfriend Barty was, they would tell you he was aloof, selfish, and honestly, not very kind to them. They only stayed around long enough to see if they could figure him out. Of course no one could really figure him out, he would never let them.

“Of course, Miss Burbage,” he smiled once more watching as her cheeks start to flush red. He offered her his arm, in a secret disgruntled disgust, “-would you like some pumpkin juice?” He asked nodding towards the refreshments. He waited for her answer while his eyes started to scan the Ball in searched for anyone squat, round, and blonde, or dark, tall, and broody. He figured those two would have probably come with dates, perhaps some lovely looking girl (pureblood, he hoped) on their arms.

“Have you been here long, Miss Burbage?”

Charity felt aglow, eyes scanning the ballroom as the music started once more. Taking his slender arm, her eyes follow to the table - laden with punch bowls and treats. “I quite would, thank you!” She chirped in reply, smiling sweetly. She couldn’t help but wonder if anyone was seeing this. If anyone was watching them in wonder. Charity knew it was self indulgent, but she couldn’t seem to help it.

It was only friendly, a dance, a glass of pumpkin juice. Charity didn’t think it to be anything more. Why would she? Still, she wondered if anyone might be taking notice. Perhaps she wanted them to, perhaps they would wonder if she was enchanting rather than a silly Hufflepuff girl. Someone mysterious, to be taken seriously. These weren’t thought she was proud of, but they kept swirling around her head all the same.

She rather wanted, secretly, for someone to notice. 

“I only just arrived, i’m not used to getting dressed up. Were you here long before I crashed into you?” Charity admitted. She wasn’t quite sure if she was late or not, she had lost track of time getting ready. The girl didn’t have much skill with hair styling spells as she did with muggle devices. Not to mention trying to zip her dress up on her own.

[xchariity]

White: What's your ideal lover like?

white - kind. like minded in moral matters. funny, too! perhaps someone strapping, to sweep her off her feet - male or female. someone who is proud to be with her, and would always stick by her side. but someone who could argue with her, too, when need be. everyone needs someone to keep them grounded, after all. and what’s a lover without passion?

[xchariity]

black!

black - death is Charity’s biggest fear, and it’s something that Charity constantly thinks of. the taking of life, or inflicting of suffering, especially her loved ones. someone she loves getting hurt because of her. the idea of blood purity completely taking over. Charity also has mundane fears such as complete darkness and snakes (go figure.) 

[xchariity]

bartemius--crouch-jr:

He kept his smile glued to his face in front of the young lady in looking at him. She was dressed almost in head to toe in a long off-white gown except for the mane of brown hair that fell across her shoulders. Her dress didn’t look as if it belong to them, in fact it looked a lot like…muggle clothing. Barty did his best to keep his grin on his face, trying hard not to slap her hand away from his arm. Cringing at the thought of this half-bred or mudblood, whatever she was, touching him. Her cheeks flushed as if suddenly realizing who he was. Barty kept his composure, I bet that white dress would look so lovely covered in her own blood, he thought to himself allowing his smile to grow at the evil image of her in his head.

Barty used the strength of his arm, pulling the girl towards him and straight into his arms. He placed a hand lightly on her waist, pushing her towards him as he begain to waltz with the young girl to the sounds of the choir music behind them. “Step on me, you say?” His voice rang cheerful although he was completely disgusted with himself at the moment. He knew taking a hot shower wouldn’t get rid of the damn muggle smell that she was rubbing on him. But as a Crouch there was a certain front he had to put up. He had to be well liked…for his father’s sake. “Hopefully I don’t step on you,” he said with a short (and fake) laugh. Barty spun the girl around, letting her go as the music finally came to an end. He bowed towards the young lady, taking her hand and placing it to his lips, laying a quick kiss on her smooth skin, while holding back the vomit in his stomach. He return to his stand up postion nodding towards the girl.

If she wasn’t of impure blood she would probably be kinda, sorta…cute. A word Barty didn’t use regularly. The white of dress made her look innocent and pure, and virgin-like with her lushes locks caressing her face and chin. “Barty Crouch, pleasure to make your acquaintance, and you are, darling?” He forced a smile once more, this time really itching for a cigarette or maybe actully this time, really set himself on fire.

“Oh!” Charity laughed breathlessly as he swept her into a dance. Her feet, surprisingly, moved properly along - white skirt aflutter. It was her first dance of the evening, and she thought she was off to quite a good start. It was the first proper dance Charity perhaps has ever had. Usually it was goofy moves with her friends or an awkward sway with a boy. She couldn’t help but grin, as unexpected as it was. “I don’t think you need to worry about that.” She replied, knowing enough to give a curtsey as he bowed to her.

She felt positively charmed. She couldn’t help it.

Of course the girl knew who he was, it was impossible not to. While he seemed somewhat quiet and rather mysterious, he was still known by all. The minister’s son, who was kissing her hand. Normally Charity would be perhaps more skeptical, she didn’t know if he was a blood purist or not. Being Charity Burbage was dangerous around purists. She wasn’t a muggleborn, but she was a half-blood and even worse, a muggle-lover. Sometimes she wondered which they hated more - muggles, or traitors? But the son of Bartemius Crouch Senior? He must be of similar views to her. She’s never read or heard anything troubling about his father. And so, the Hufflepuff felt safe as could be. Why wouldn’t she?

“Charity Burbage, the pleasure is all mine.” She answered promptly. Handsome boys of proper status never seemed to look at her twice, and she didn’t properly know how to react. Her cheeks felt hot - a rare occurrence as well. “That was a wonderful welcome. Thank you, Barty.”

[xchariity]

pink and teal

pink - embarrassment makes Charity blush more often than, say, flirting does. sticky situations almost always make her cheeks red. usually when flattered she giggles almost nervously. 

teal - Charity’s laugh is either a kind of fluttering giggle or a loud laugh occasionally accompanied by a little snort or two. When she laughs her chin and or shoulders lift slightly.

[xchariity]

bartemius--crouch-jr:

The Yule Ball, another Hogwarts festival for all the students attending. It reminded the young Ravenclaw of the lavish parties his father would throw back at their house. The rich and swanky witches and wizards that would show up to his manor, draped in their dress robes and fancy jewerly. Barty Crouch Junior would spend most of his time in his room, torturing small bugs or pulling harmless pranks on his father’s guests. The only reason Barty had decided to even come to the Yule Ball was because he knew his word would get around to his father if didn’t, and he didn’t need another Howler asking why he wasn’t socializing. As much as Barty hated parties, he bit his lip and just grin. He was very good at pretending.

Barty made his way down the stairs from the Ravenclaw tower, dressed head to toe in news dress robes and new shoes. He had managed to push back his brown mousy hair in a slick back look. He had cleaned up well, but then again most of his clothes were nice compared to a lot of the students at Hogwarts. He was lucky enough to come from money, thanks to his Head of the Ministry of Magic father, Barty never had to worry about not having anything. Crouch Senior made sure of that, despite his bullying and nagging. Barty’s hand slide down the railing as he slowly walked down the steps towards the Great Hall, wishing he could have a cigarette or possibly light himself on fire.

The Great Hall was neatly decorated, festive in all the colors of the Holiday. He looked around, pushing his dress robes back enough to shove his hands into his pockets. He looked around making his way through the crowd, his eyes following the sparkles and the joyful looks. Barty forced a smile, nodding towards a couple of Ravenclaws that greeted him happily. He half wanted to throw them a dirty gesture, but knew that that would look bad for his reputation as well as his father’s.

As he walked through the crowd, he felt a body press against his chest. He exhausted a soft ‘oof’ from his lips, his eyes flashing coldly before softening quickly at the person in front of him.

“Oh, pardon,” he said in a calm tone and a kind smile. “Are you alright?”

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The Ball was one of Charity’s favorite events all year. Everyone was abuzz with excitement for the holidays, dressed up in their best clothes and dancing with their friends and crushes. She thrived on such environments. Bubbles of laughter, ruffles of silk skirts. She was a lively girl, and a lively atmosphere suited her well. 

The dark haired girl stuck out a bit, as well, her clothing resembling a more muggle style than witch. A long off-white gown, adorned with beading she had lovingly sewn on herself. Her father would likely disapprove, he didn’t believe in his daughter making a point in being a half-blood, viewing it as inviting trouble. Her mother agreed, but she always sensed she was secretly proud. Charity was more than aware of the eyes on her and still the sixth year glided through the hall with more grace than usual, calling out greetings as she passed. 

Hearing her name called, her head turned toward a friend with a flurry of dark locks, and ran smack into the Minister’s son. “Blimey!” She said, half gasp, half laugh. She automatically reached for his arm to steady herself and blushed, wide eyed. “Oh, i’m so sorry - that was entirely my fault! I’m quite alright, did I step on you?”

[drowsyrpmemes]

Send in a color and I will tell you about my Muse!

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silversroleplaymemes

Blue - what brings them comfort? Pink - what makes them blush? Red - Their opinion on love Green - what is their favorite weather? Yellow - what makes them happy? Teal - what does their laugh sound like? Purple - what is their favorite animal? Magenta - What type of music do they listen to? Chartreuse - Do they have any bad habits? Black - Their fears/phobias? White - make up your own question!

[xchariity]

brilliantwitch-ameliabones:

It was such a bizarre scene to see Miss Snotty-Stuck-Up-Know-It-All Amelia Bones to be giddy with laughter. Her face was kinder, her smile was real, and her laugh was full. It was such a strange thing for Amelia, she was hardly even like this with her brothers. To them she was just as bad, if not worst. It had always been hard for Amelia to be cruel to Charity, there was just something so pure and innocent about the young Hufflepuff that made it hard for Amelia to be cold to. Charity made Amelia feel smart, brave, and even funny sometimes.

“I’ve had one of those once,” Amelia giggled as she too took hold of her own cup of tea and bringing it up to her lips. She took a small sip before setting it down.

“I was thinking about perhaps asking Potter,” she admitted freely. Another wonderful trait about Charity, it was nearly impossible to lie to the young woman. Amelia often had a wall built up around her, never letting anyone know her secrets, desires, or goals, mainly kept to herself. Charity never once made her feel embarrassed about anything and she felt it was easy to talk to her young friend. As she admitted her crush, she felt her cheeks flush red. “Do you have anyone in mind?” Amelia took a sip of her tea again, just holding the cup between her palms this time warming her fingers.

“You two would be so cute together!” Charity squeaked immediately, tilting her head. A bold choice was just the kind she approved of. Though it was likely she might say the same for any name Amelia had said -- save perhaps a Slytherin. “You will be so cute, because Potter will certainly say yes. Maybe you can even get Sirius to go with me.” The brunette joked, simply because it was in her nature. Part of her meant it. The other part knew every other girl in the castle had a crush on Sirius Black and he probably didn’t even know her name.

Truthfully, Charity wasn’t sure anyone would want to go with her at all. At least not romantically. 

She had a habit of asking people who also didn’t have dates, often years one or two below her. It was safer that way, and then she got to make someone else feel special. She felt rather selfish to want a true date this year, but still wanted it anyhow. This wasn’t in her nature.

“Perhaps...Reginald.” Charity picked her teacup back up, wanting something to stop the nervous twitching feeling in her hands. She cleared her throat, flashing a smile. 

[xchariity]

thereginaldcattermole:

Reginald felt a small ping of relief when she shuffle the rest of the beans back into the box. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could pretend to be brave just arounnd Charity. He could almost feel the sweat start to build up against the hairy caterpiller growing on his upper lip. He smacked his lips a few times trying to rid the taste of earth from his mouth. He laughed, under his breath, as he shook his head. His eyes trailing away from Charity and instead focusing on the space between them.

“Now yer talkin’ my language,” Reginald said slapping his hands together, he rubbed his palms as he pushed the beans further away from his side of the table. The further they were away from him, the less likely he was to be tricked into trying another one. Not that Charity tricked him, but at this point he would have done anything any girl asked of him, and he had hoped Charity wouldn’t ask him. He pushed his elbows on the table, leaning slightly as he remember he had recieved some Chocolate Frogs earlier. His parents always sent his treats once a week, his mother was very fond of Chocoate Frogs, having caught frogs as a young girl in India for sport, they reminded her of his childhood. The first time she had seen one, she laughed with glee. It took her four days before she finally managed to eat one. She chased it around the house and kept it for a pet before it got too close to the stove one morning while she was making her tea.

Reginald dug through his robes, pulling out bits of string, ink bottles, used quills, and wrinkled pieces of parchment. He finally found a couple of Chocolate Frogs, handing one over to Charity.

“Cheers, Burbage,” he grinned unwrapping his own frog and watching it jump out. He managed to quickly catching it and hold it in his palms, he could feel the chocolate starting to melt between his fingers.

Charity left the box on the table, for a first year to find, perhaps. As she wasn’t wearing her robe, she couldn’t stash it in her pocket. As much to her protest, her school skirts didn’t have pockets. All clothing should have pockets if at all possible, in her opinion. 

The witched watched with slight envy as Reginald rummaged through his robes pockets. But it was her fault for leaving them behind in her room today! She didn’t ask what he was searching for, only watched curiously. There must be something said for what a person carried about in their robes. She wasn’t sure what that thing was exactly, but it interested her nonetheless. And in her eyes, that was enough to make something of note. When he displayed the two packages, Charity grinned from ear to ear. “Oooh! Thank you!”

When Charity was just a first year, she had quite a hard time with chocolate frogs. Being an avid animal lover, a vegetarian, and growing up in a more muggle than magic household -- it took quite convincing on the first train to Hogwarts to make the tearful little witch believe that chocolate frogs weren’t real frogs. The winning factor was perhaps a strong affinity for chocolate and the aspect of collecting cards. Charity loved a good collection. And chocolate, Muggle or magical.

And so, she had perfected the art of eating the sweet. Unwrapping the frog, it hopped immediately onto the table, the girl only took a moment to scoop it up into both hands. With a fingertip, she stroked the little thing’s head until it began to melt enough for her to be able to pop it into her mouth without feeling like she was eating the poor little bugger alive. “Mmm!” hummed Charity, it was much better than a tricky bean. “Who’d you get on your card?”

[xchariity]

l-malfcy:

It was beneath Lucius to even spend time with someone so pathetic. He rolled his eyes at the Hufflepuff, who was obviously terrified at the sight of him. He supposed he did cut quite a frightening figure, soaked to the skin as he was - a frightening drowned rat, that is. He didn’t have the time, nor the energy, to terrorise the girl further. “I don’t think there’s anyone else in the castle who looks like me,” he said, tiredness leeching into his voice. “If you find them, let me know.”

He was right. No one looked like Lucius Malfoy. No one even gave off the energy that Lucius did. “Okay, I will.” Charity chirped, wanting to burrow into her coat and hide. Silent for a moment, she knew she should get out of his path, but she couldn’t help but observe his wet cloak. “You look cold.” She said softly, not knowing what to add to that."Would you...like me to get you a cup of tea from the kitchens?" 

[xchariity]

brilliantwitch-ameliabones:

Amelia laughed, an unsure sight for the young Hufflepuff, but being around one of her closest and dearest friends she couldn’t help herself. A different kind of demeanor was about the young Bones’ girl around the lovely Charity Burbage. Amelia picked the bean out of her friend’s palm, she lowered her gaze on the young lady giving her pal an unsure look.

“Oh, Charity, I am worried!” She exclaimed making a face towards her. Amelia couldn’t help but laugh again as she inhale and tossed it in her mouth quickly. She chewed it up, slowing down a bit realizing the taste. “Tomato,” she said wrinkling her nose. It was more the texture that distrubed her. “Alright, your go again.”

Charity was friend to all, but close to few -- that few including her dear Amelia. Amelia was perhaps the most serious Hufflepuff she knew, and they both seemed to even out around each other. Amelia loosened up and Charity calmed down. 

“You’ll be okay, it’s only a little bean!” She soothed, giggling as the blonde chewed. “Oh, that’s not too awful! Okay, here we go. Please be green apple!” She said to the bean as she popped it in her mouth. Right away, she started cackling with laughter. “Oh, grass! I feel like a cow.” Charity shook her head, as if it would rid her of the taste. She lifted her cup of tea for a drink. 

“So, the ball’s coming up -- who d’ya think you’ll go with?”

[xchariity]

thereginaldcattermole:

Reginald had known Charity since they first attended Hogwarts. Depsite being in the same house, same year, and even being in most of the same clubs, there was very little Reg knew about her, except for that she was kind to him, knew when to lift others up, and couragous considering she was testing out Bertie Bott’s Flavored Beans on her own. Reginald would have never willingly do this on his own, he would be worried about getting a bad one. The only reason why he was even here was because he hardly spent a lot of time with Charity and since he couldn’t find his only other two mates to hang out with, he figured Charity could use his company. This was good reason to get to know her a little better.

“Probably…butterscotch,” he said poking at a brown spotted one. He picked it up between his two fingers examining it questionably.

Anyone that knew Reginald were aware how worrysome he was. Always questioning others, wondering about what if’s, and what other thoughts of him. It was a terrible trait of his, he was easily manipulated and gullible. He would do anything for his friends, if under the right circumstances or if they really, really needed him do, die for them. He always surrounded himself with brave people. At this moment he was pleased to have Charity there to encourge him to be brave.

He popped the bean in his mouth, chewing the candy quickly. The taste didn’t hit him at first, but after a few more chew he tasted what appeared to be grainy and earthy. He made a face, swallowing it and sticking out his tounge.

“O, awful, dis is dirt.”

She has always favored Reginald. It would be near impossible if they didn’t get on, considering they were almost always in proximity to each other. But even then, she didn’t know much about him -- which was normal for Charity. Charity, it seemed, knew almost everyone on some level, but rarely a deep one. She was in habit of making friends whenever possible. 

Charity knew Reginald was sensible, kind, and she could beat him in chess (but just barely.)

And she knew that she felt awfully proud when he took the risk of trying a bean. A brown bean, especially! Brown wasn’t a good color. It was the worst color, the one that she herself didn’t risk. Too many horrible things were brown. Sitting at the edge of her seat, she fought the urge to bite her nails. She had just broken that bad habit! 

But butterscotch pudding did sound really good right now.

“Oh no!” The brunette gasped as he foundered about. Dirt wasn’t the worst it could have been at least. She had probably eaten her fair amount of dirt in her early adolescence, the tom boy she had been. “Could’a been worse, though.” She said, giggling despite herself. It wasn’t nice to laugh sometimes, but Charity could rarely stop when she got going.

“How about we ditch these for some proper butterscotch?” The witch scooped the remaining beans back into their box. 

[xchariity]

l-malfcy:

Flying was one of many things Lucius made himself do because it was expected; it didn’t put him in a good mood, it was cold and wet, and he was good at it only through hard work and the crushing weight of parental expectation. So it was with an irritated cloud hanging around him that he marched up the steps of the Entrance Hall carrying his broom, scowling as he caught someone’s eye. “What?”

Charity was on her way outside, to see the snow. She loved snow greatly, but despised being cold. And so, the Hufflepuff girl was bundled up almost comically. As she headed down the stairs she stopped dead in her tracks, feeling paralyzed by the very aura of dread she felt upon seeing Lucius Malfoy. As he spoke, brown eyes went wide. “S-Sorry -- I...thought you were someone else.” She lied.

[xchariity]

prettyboi-pctter:

“Thank you,” James croaked, accepting the glass. He took a big gulp, swirling it around in his mouth a bit, trying to clear the awful cherry taste out. “Who thought cherries was a good invention?” He asked, more to himself than Charity. “You wouldn’t dare do that.”

“So gentlemanly, when are you going to be knighted?” Charity teased, awfully amused to see him so bothered by a little fruit. “You severely underestimate how much house pride I have.” She grinned, taking her glass back once he finished. “Someone should make sure Lily never wears cherry chapstick, could be a disaster.”

[xchariity]

lupincs:

Remus wrinkled his nose at the two options. “I don’t even care for cherry, particularly,” he stated, still taking the bean from Charity. He would try almost anything once, if it wasn’t completely daft. And as of yet, no one had been killed by a Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Bean. At least not that could be proved. “Well, all or nothing.” He popped the bean into his mouth, and pulled a face. “It was actually cinnamon, which is almost worse!”

Charity laughed, as she often did, a musical flutter of laughter. Not laughing at anyone, of course, but laughing with them! “There’s so pleasing you, is there, Remus?” She asked him, looking into the small pile that still resided in her hand. “I quite like cinnamon, what flavor do you like? I can try to find one to make it up to you.”

[xchariity]

brilliant-benjy:

Benjy sighed. “I still have all of those. Still haven’t been able to get rid of my extras. So useless.” He chuckled and shook his head. “I don’t doubt it. You will be a very sought after card. I will have you framed on my shelf.” Benjy smiled brightly along with her. 

“You could try to pass them off to first years, he might not be so common now. Maybe they rotate!” She chirped helpfully. “Aww, Benj! Look at this blush!” Charity grinned, pointing to her own cheek. “You’re so clever, i’m sure you’ll be right next to me on that shelf.”

[xchariity]

thereginaldcattermole:

Reginald leaned forward across from Charity, he kept his gaze on the table where all the beans were spilled over. He pushed his fingers through them, pushing a couple of odd colors aside, grinning while he was doing so. “Yer probably right,” he told her with a nod, picking up a lavender color looking one, holding it up in the light examining it in the air. He tossed it in the air, tilting his head back and opening his mouth, catching it on his tongue while doing so. He chewed it slowly, as if thinking about the flavor. The taste of grape jelly overcame his taste buds as he sank into his chair, glancing over at Charity.

“Oi yea,” he exclaimed chewing the candy and swallowing it soon after.

Charity was a great friend that Reinglad regularly liked spending time with. They were both in the same year and in the same house, they’d had to be intentionally missing each other with those two facts alone. He watched Charity laugh before kindly smile at him.

“Wha other gross ones have ya tired today?”

The girl watched him curiously, making sure her theory was correct. A good color like purple must be safe. She had thought the same of blue for a while until a sardine bean proved her quite wrong. It was a little devastating. But purple, purple hasn’t let her down yet. Purple was a good color. 

She clapped her hands together as he caught the sweet, letting out another laugh. She was in good spirits due to her new discovery. Perhaps she’d gather the first and second years in the house and let them in on her secret. 

“Earwax was the worst, with envelope glue as a close second. Doesn’t sound as bad as it was, but it was harrowing. And don’t even get me started on overcooked cabbage!” Charity reported, fingertips nudging the beans into piles. One for the colors she knew to be yucky, one for colors that may be alright. “Have you a favorite, Reg?”