Just Justin

indie rp blog muggleborn hufflepuff TW: multiple personalities 18+ only sideblog of xoblivatesx

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thelovelymissparkinson​:

She nodded, in full agreement. “There’s nothing quite like being high above the melee,” Pansy sighed, resting her chin in her palm, her elbow against the table. She turned bright eyed at him. “I’m glad you aren’t the sort to judge me for who I was back at school,” she said quietly. “I’m quite changed from that girl. I don’t really deserve friends, and Merlin knows I don’t have many. So, please forgive me in advance if I do anything that’s not friendly-like. I don’t really know how to be someone’s friend. But I’d like to try to be yours.”

Justin shrugged.  “I’m glad you’re not who you were in school.  That would be dreadful character development.”  He offered her a small smile.  “You don’t have to try, Pansy.  You are my friend.  I don’t have many either, well not many that I trust.”

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thelovelymissparkinson​:

Neville stood from where he’d been sitting and tightened the belt on his robe. He nodded as he passed Finch, making his way into Pansy’s bedroom. He turned at stared at Finch. “I believe you know your way back.” 

With that, Neville shut the door, leaving Finch alone.

Finch didn’t sleep well.  He managed to fall asleep on the bed, but a violent night terror had him screaming and clawing at the sheets.  Even though he was free of them now, his mind would never be free.

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thebloodychampion​:

“It helped me a lot, I created it or well modified it, I just wanted to remove the memories that made me into an evil git. I am not like that. Sure I was a Slytherin and a pureblood, but I never wanted to hurt my friends or other students.”

Justin exhaled slowly.  “Okay, I... I believe you.”  He did sound as if he trusted the other.  “I... I wasn’t there so... I don’t really even know... how to like, respond.’ It was honest, he didn’t return for his final year at Hogwarts.  He never returned even after the war.

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thebloodychampion​:

Ben just shrugged and grabbed another potion phial from the cupboard and walked over to Justin. “Well that happend, but I am fine now…some how my therapiest realised that I am very different from not being imperioused.” He nodded to his words. “Yes…you will just have a calm mind.”

Justin exhaled slowly.  “Glad to hear.”  He wasn’t quite sure what to make of all of it.  He looked at the vial of liquid and then back to Ben.  He was tired, that much was clear.  “I hope... this helps.”

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thebloodychampion​:

He looekd at him for a while and walked over to a small section of his potions and just grabbed one. “That should help, it is like a forget-me potions but not in the sense that your memories are erased. It just eases your brain a bit.” He smiled at him. “I had to drink that after well…after I was imperioused during the battle of hogwarts.”

Justin looked down at the potion, then back up at Ben.  “I’m sorry to hear you had to go through that,” he whispered, his words genuine.  He knew that everyone had their scars from the war.  “So I won’t forget anything else, right?  Just calm my mind?”

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thebloodychampion​:

Ben looked at him and raised an eyebrow. “I don’t really develope them, just enhance them over tiem so they wouldn’t be so old. Sometimes potions need new ingredients or new recipes.” He smiled for a moment, before he came in front of the counter and looked at his former colleague from school.

“And what help do you need?”

Justin’s shoulders tensed as he looked up at Ben.  There wasn’t even a spark of recognition in his eyes.  “Something to stabilize my mind.  I’ve tried so many potions and they work for a few months at most, then I spiral worse than before.”

He looked away from Ben.  The young man was grasping at straws, and it was clear that he was uncomfortable.

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thebloodychampion​:

Ben had been well traveling after being free from therapy and able to get out from the wizarding world. He wanted away from that time, away from the curses and all that. However he came back, he was still damn good at potions and decided to make a small shop. More like for remedies and sometimes supplies for teachers and potionmakers. When the bell rang and he heard a voice, he lifted his head.

He smiled for a moment. “Yes I am Mr. Chaplin, can I help you?”

Justin shifted a bit, not quite sure how to approach this.  Other than trips to St. Mungos, he avoided the Wizarding World.  Hell, half the time he didn’t believe that he had a place in it anymore.  The muggleborn played with the hem on his sleeve.  “I uh-hear that you’re quite the potion developer.”

Why did he sound so awkward?  His confidence was shot, especially when it came to anything magical.  “I need some help.”

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Justin was tired.  Granted, he was always tired as of late.  One would think after five years of therapy (both muggle and magical), something would have to give.  Yes, he was mostly stable.  Mostly.  He still lost time (more than he cared to admit).  He still struggled with his moods.  All he wanted was to go back to a normal life, or as close to normal as he could get.

He wasn’t quite sure who passed him the card with the name Ben Chaplin on it.  Maybe it was a healer at St. Mungos or maybe it was a friend.  He had no idea, but it was worth a shot.  It took a buildup of courage for him to venture out of his house alone, but he needed the help.  He didn’t expect the door to slam behind him when he entered, alerting the owner to his presence.  “Um... hi?” He didn’t recognize the name nor the face of the man a year older than him that tutored him in Potions his third year.  He lost many secondary memories from his time at Hogwarts.

“Are you... Mr. Chaplin?”

@thebloodychampion

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thelovelymissparkinson​:

Pansy smiled, pleased that he liked the softer than soft fabric she’d chosen for him. She had spent extra time picking out the perfect pair of pajamas. She nodded and tilted her head at him. Her brow cocked at his question.

“Yes, a great deal of things to do,” she replied, turning to study her nails. listening to him as she did so.

“The kitchen and gardens are good places for you to be, yes,” she added. “And you will work on lighting a fire. A very basic expectation from someone of your station. Alright, then, off with you. Make sure to have an idea of what you’ll be doing tomorrow. I’ll ask you in the morning. Goodnight.” And almost as an afterthought she added, “Please tell Neville to come in.”

Finch listened to her, slowly letting go of the bed as she spoke.  There was something about her voice that relaxed him.  Her tone was firm enough to make him listen, yet still had a gentle edge to it to help him trust her.

“Yes, Miss Pansy.  Goodnight,” he exhaled before turning and leaving.  He spotted Neville as he left and bit his lip.  “She’d like to see you.”

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thelovelymissparkinson​:

She looked up.

“I like you. Have I told you that yet?” Pansy pointed her finger at him and grinned at his teasing. “I’ll leave it to you then, since you’re the expert at this table. I do like fish, so, this should be good!” She leaned back in her chair, leaving her menu on the table. Her gaze fell to the view of the city below them. “It’s magnificent, isn’t it?”

Justin chuckled gently at her words, shaking his head.  “I don’t believe you’ve told me that,” he smiled. “I like you too.”  Of course, at the time being he meant that in the most platonic way possible.  He was fond of her already.

He followed her gaze out to the city.  “It truly is,” he offered.  “The world looks so much more... peaceful from up here.”

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thelovelymissparkinson​:

“Yes. I’m sure it was overwhelming. Did you like any of it?” She turned to look at him. “At this hour, you are allowed to wear what you like.” Her gaze swept the length of him and sighed. “So, have you decided what you enjoyed doing today?”

Finch nodded.  “The fabric was all so nice.  Especially the pajamas.  I didn’t get a chance to try them on yet, but I think I might sleep better tonight.”

He felt her eyes on him and the sigh made his anxiety spike.  “I enjoyed the gardens and the... and the.... the kitchen.  I think that there’s... a lot to do?” His words were forced.

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thelovelymissparkinson​:

Pansy looked at his reflection in her mirror. 

“If you need something to grip onto, the bedpost is rather sturdy.”  She noted he hadn’t changed out of Neville’s clothes. “Have you seen what I brought you?” she asked, wondering if they’d followed her directions.

Finch nodded and he reached out to hold on to the bedpost.  “Yes.  I wasn’t sure... what you wanted me to wear.  I got... I got overwhelmed.”  That was the only word he could think of that would adequately describe his mind in that moment.  

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thelovelymissparkinson​:

Neville nodded and led him to Pansy’s room. He knocked three times and hear her call out to come in. He opened the door and found her seated at her vanity, spraying something fragrant onto her face. She spared him a glance and waved him off. “Finch?”

Neville stepped out of the room and moved to sit at the red cushioned bench across the hall.

Finch followed Neville wordlessly and entered the room when Pansy beckoned him in.  His clothes fit better, even if they still left him a bit of room to fill out his figure.

“Hello, Miss Pansy.”  Finch wanted to wring his hands to let off some of his nervous energy, but kept them by his side.  He remembered what she said before.

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thelovelymissparkinson​:

Neville nodded. “What you’re wearing is fine.” He looked at the bare bed. “You know what you are going to tell her?” Neville asked the question as he pulled open the door and stepping into the hallway, waiting for Finch to follow.

Finch nodded.  It took him a bit to stand up, his body protesting the movement.  “I really enjoyed cooking breakfast and exploring the gardens.” He sounded almost robotic in his delivery, but his stomach still hurt and exhaustion was seeping in.

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thelovelymissparkinson​:

“No, no known allergies,” she replied. Her gaze falling back to the menu. “There’s a lot of choices here. How do you ever make it?” Pansy shook her head. “I’m terrible when I’m hungry and am faced with a lot of dishes. Have you ever just cried when you looked at a menu? That’s happened to me before.” Pansy paused, realizing she was talking out loud. Her hand shot to cover her mouth. “Ignore what I just said.”

Justin smiled at her ramble, finding it quite endearing.  “You said something?” he asked, playing it off easily.  “I didn’t hear anything.”  It was clear he was teasing her, but she asked him to ignore it, so he ignored it.

“There are a lot of options, but I’ll make sure you get a good sample of what sushi is.”

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thelovelymissparkinson​:

Neville’s gaze moved from Finch on the floor to the chair at the foot of the bed. He shook his head but said nothing. Neville moved to changed out of his day uniform, one that was a duplicate of the one Finch was currently wearing. He slipped on his loungewear and slid his arms through a dark paisley house robe, tying the belt tightly around his waist. Neville brushed his teeth, gargled some mouthwash and made his way back into the shared room.

“Ready?”

Finch jumped when he heard Neville’s voice breaking through.  He opened his eyes and looked up at him.  “Is this okay to wear?”  He was in one of the day uniforms.  “Or does she want me in the comfy clothes?  I... I wasn’t sure, so I put this on.”

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thelovelymissparkinson​:

Pansy looked down at the menu that had been placed in front of her. Fortunately, there were pictures and she pointed at a bowl of fat noodles with some meat and prettily arranged toppings. “You-don,” she said, trying to pronounce the word udon. Save the biscuit and piece of chocolate, Pansy’s last meal was breakfast. Her fingers flipped the page and she was greeted with an overwhelming two pages of brightly colored rolls. Her eyes went wide. “Um… maybe you can choose the sushi?” 

Justin had yet to open his menu.  He watched Pansy look at the menu instead.  Smiling at her wide eyes, he nodded.  “I can definitely do that.  You don’t have any allergies, right?” He was going to get a sampler of rolls for them to share.  “I probably should have asked that earlier.”