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GENERAL

“Can you walk?”

“How did this happen?”

“What the hell happened?”

“I hit my head.”

“Did you hit your head?”

“Can you hear me?”

“Don’t close your eyes, stay awake!”

“Come on, stay with me!”

“No no no no no!”

“You shot me!”

“I didn’t mean to shoot you!”

“You stabbed me!”

“I didn’t mean to stab you!”

“Take the knife out!”

“Don’t take the knife out!”

“It was an accident!”

“That/this wasn’t an accident!”

“That looks broken.”

“I think my leg/arm is broken.”

“That doesn’t look good.”

“Am I going to die?”

“You’re not going to die!”

“Calm down!”

“Don’t panic!”

“I can’t help you if you don’t let me!”

BLOOD

“Are you bleeding?”

“Don’t move, you’re bleeding.”

“Is that blood?”

“Whose blood is that?”

“That’s a lot of blood.”

“Do you know how to get bloodstains out?”

“Why do you know how to get bloodstains out?”

“Damn, I got blood on my shirt.”

“Don’t move, you’re losing blood!”

“I won’t let you bleed out!”

“You have blood on your face.”

“I swear to god, if you get blood on me…”

“What’s your blood type?”

“Why in the hell would you need to know my blood type?”

WOUNDS

“That cut is nasty.”

“You have a massive gash in your arm/leg!’

“Don’t touch it!”

“Don’t move, you’ll only make it worse!”

“I’ll get some bandages.”

“You’re going to need stitches.”

“That looks infected…”

“Did you get bit by something?”

“There’s no exit wound, the bullet is still in you.”

“There’s an exit wound, the bullet went through you.”

AFTERCARE

“How are you feeling?”

“How does it feel?”

“It’s still not healed, but it’s getting there.”

“Let’s go home.”

“I just want to go home.”

“Let’s get you into the bathtub.”

“We need to change your bandages soon.”

“Get some sleep, okay?”

“You need to eat something, you’ve been through a lot today.”

“I’ll check up on you in a bit.”

“You’re going to be fine. I promise.”

#memes

firewhisky

ebulliens-deactivated20160720

#Viktor was obviously deeply in love with her #just remember the fact that he took her to prom #even knowing that he could’ve choose any other girl #remember how he forgot about everyone and danced with her all night #remember how he looked at her while saying ‘write to me, please’ #remember how, a few years later #on Fleur’s wedding #he danced with her one more time #probably being conscient that her heart already belonged to Ron #this is why I love Viktor Krum so much #he just enjoyed being with Hermione #and didn’t care about the future #mostly, because she wasn’t going to be a part of his.

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whiskeyfortheway

#never understood krum hate #he’s like what everyone wanted draco to be #surrounded by dark magic and bad influences #treated like royalty #even without his famed seeker status he was pureblood elite #and yet he never treated anyone as lesser #he liked muggle born hermione for her mind AND physical beauty #thought harry was a great quidditch player #and never once compared harry to his own skills because he’s humble #was genuinely flattered that ron wanted his autograph #liked cedric and made a poin to tell harry so #also told harry he would be an ally in the fight against voldemort #the only time he did dark magic was under the imperius curse #to which he can’t be held responsible #three years later he talked to an in-disguise harry at bill and fleur’s wedding #just a regular person he didn’t know was harry #and investe himself in that conversation #he made such an effort to interact at hogwarts and i feel like most the fandom dislikes him for no reason #because he was the type of character who wanted to rise above the expectations others held of him #he knew durmstrang’s bad rep and actively wished to do better #i don’t know y'all i just think we should all appreciate viktor krum more (kneelb4todd)

gramanderbae-blog

read this guys, read.

purplefairydragon7

Just appreciate him. If for no other reason then because he appreciated Hermione.

definitelynotaminion

Victor Krum was ready to fight Xenophilus Lovegood of all people in the goddamn street because he was wearing the wizard Nazi symbol from ww2. Like no holds barred throw down.

Protect my foreign son and his goodness. Let Victor punch Nazis 2k17

lifted-nevermore

Lbr the reason people hate Krum is because Harry didn’t like him and people don’t know how to not take everything an unreliable narrator says for granted

#a long time coming (hermionexviktor)#THIS

villainsmemes-deactivated202503

“I will beat the devil in an appropriate place and not ruin my floors.”

“I got drunk and now I’m sitting on the ground.”

“Get an ouija board or something and bring me back!”

“Hi, welcome to me time.”

“Do you have anymore almond milk?”

“Just do it!”

“Hell yeah!”

“[Name], stop!”

“Cover it in mustard, and call it a day.”

“The power of Christ compels you.”

“What?”

“[Name], no one is judging you.”

“We know you have a soap fetish, it’s okay, just let it out.”

“Who said you could come in?”

“What’s wrong with eating paint?”

“I will lock myself in the bathroom and fucking cry.”

“I don’t know what the fuck is happening.”

“I painted my face green, I’m ready to party.”

“Cannolis, bitch!”

“I look like a half eaten apple on a road trip.”

“Look how much your mom loves you!”

“Can’t you see what the fuck I’m wearing, bitch?”

“I’m having me time, get out.”

“The devil is everywhere.”

“I think what I’m trying to say is that I just wanna fucking disappear.”

“Some people think that I’m crazy, I’m just out here trying to have a good time, what’s your problem?”

“Don’t do drugs, not even once.”

“I have a basketball game tomorrow.”

“We’re good? Tight.”

“Don’t ever talk to me or my son ever again.”

“The darkness will swallow you whole.”

“This is a safe place.”

“I love you so much, but you test me every day.”

“You’re a nasty bitch!”

“I didn’t come here to fuck around.”

“I want to be seen from the heavens!”

“I love fucking myself up.”

“Don’t expose me like this.”

“Who you fightin’?”

“Please come back, please come back, please come back.”

“My face is burned.”

“Hi, welcome to I feel guilty.”

“I am on a never ending quest to be the most beautiful person in the world.”

“Look at me! And my exquisite face!”

“You have to go to your baseball game right now, son!”

“I think it looks natural.”

“Go away.”

“I’ll never let go.”

“Do I look like someone who wants to hurt your feelings?”

“What are your standards?”

“Can’t you see that I’m fucking leisuring?”

#memes

expectoxpatr-ohno

pawprintsonmoonbeams‌:

rarerpmemes‌:

𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕 — 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜.

taken from the broadway musical. feel free to change the pronouns as needed! ( tw: mental illness, grief, self-harm, drug use, suicide, cursing. )

‘ it’s 4 in the morning, is everything ok? ‘

‘ you need to slow down. take some time for yourself. ‘

‘ great, thanks, i’m so glad i know that. ‘

‘ some days i think i’m dying. ‘

‘ it’s just another day. ‘

‘ it only hurts when i breathe. ‘

‘ we’re the perfect loving family. ‘

‘ mozart was crazy. ‘

‘ everything else goes away. ‘

‘ without a little lift, the ballerina falls. ‘

‘ use may be fatal. ‘

‘ love is blind. ‘

‘ love is insane. ‘

‘ i don’t feel anything. ‘

‘ our planet is poison. ‘

‘ this planet is pretty much broken beyond all repair. ‘

‘ i could be perfect for you. ‘

‘ we can be the one thing in this world that won’t hurt. ‘

‘ this is crazy. ‘

‘ i miss the pain. ‘

‘ nothing’s real. ‘

‘ i miss the mountains. ‘

‘ i miss my life. ‘

‘ it’s gonna be good. ‘

‘ do i look great? i am! ‘

‘ he’s not here. ‘

‘ do you dream or do you grieve? ‘

‘ this is fucked. ‘

‘ i know you’re hurting. i am too. ‘

‘ do you wake up in the morning and need help to lift your head? ‘

‘ do you know what it’s like to die alive? ‘

‘ you say that you’re hurting, it sure doesn’t show. ‘

‘ can you tell me what it is you’re afraid of? ‘

‘ can i touch you? ‘

‘ look at me. ‘

‘ tell me who to be. ‘

‘ you just don’t know who i am. ‘

‘ i love you as much as i can. ‘

‘ i am mystery. ‘

‘ i’m alive. ‘

‘ i’ll hurt you. i’ll heal you. ‘

‘ i’m the perfect stranger who knows you too well. ‘

‘ catch me, i’m falling. ‘

‘ you know what the problem with classical is? it’s so rigid, structured, you have to play the notes on the page. there’s no room for improvisation. ‘

‘ there’s a world where we can be free. ‘

‘ i could never be alone. ‘

‘ didn’t i see this movie? ‘

‘ you’re kidding, right? that’s bullshit. ‘

‘ our house was a home long ago. ‘

‘ i can’t get through this on my own. ‘

‘ wish i were here. ‘

‘ you don’t remember any of this? ‘

‘ i couldn’t give a flying fuck what’s normal. ‘

‘ we haven’t had a normal day in years. ‘

‘ you remind me of me, and how fucked up i can be. ‘

‘ why would you want to remember the things that hurt you? ‘

‘ i am more than memory. ‘

‘ what happens if the cut, the burn, the break was never in my brain, or in my blood, but in my soul? ‘

‘ medicine isn’t perfect, but it’s what we have. ‘

‘ i’m dancing with death, i suppose. ‘

‘ things will get better, you’ll see. ‘

‘ we tried to give you a normal life. i realize now, i have no clue what that is. ‘

‘ something next to normal would be okay. ‘

‘ we’ll get by. ‘

‘ am i crazy? ‘

‘ i might end up crazy. ‘

‘ i am the one who loved you. ‘

#memes

picklerps‌:

// closed starter for @xorworseexpelled

If he was honest with himself, and he always tried to be, Viktor would have had to admit that seeing Hermione Gr—Weasley again after all this time had been a deeply confusing experience. He couldn’t describe it fully in any one of the languages he spoke, but what it felt like inside was a heady combination of радост,¹ Weltschmerz,² guilt, and sugen,³ all wrapped up and impossible to detangle.

It had been years since the two had had anything more than fleeting moments together, caught in the in-between of their hectic lives—and however much he missed her, he wasn’t sure what good could come out of the two of them reconnecting. They both had their own lives, careers, families; she seemed happy and he… Well, things may not have been perfect over the past… Tangra, almost two decades!, but they had worked—and for years that had been enough for him.

Except he had started feeling that itch again lately, and his neat little world felt like it was beginning to unravel at the edges. And Hermione would probably pity him for it, but she wouldn’t understand. How could she, when she had it all?

Still, Viktor tried to put on a happy face as he entered the restaurant. He had suggested a muggle place, as was his custom, in the hopes that it would throw off any snooping reporters. It was a little Italian bistro not far from his old apartment, where he’d gone often in days gone by. He had moved out of London now, of course—it was just what you did when you had kids—but the city was thick with memories.

He got a table for two in a quiet corner away from the window and waited, his mind scrambled and his fingers nervously tapping out a rhythm on the table. Had this really been a good idea?

This was a terrible idea. Hermione was no stranger to recognising a terrible idea, she did after all have to listen to them every single day. Becoming Minister for Magic had obviously come with its perks, but did have the unfortunate consequences of having to listen to men who thought every word they said held value by product of coming from a male — when in fact, it was a terrible idea.

So she knew, from experience as she entered the restaurant that this was a terrible idea. Something that was only confirmed as she caught sight of what had once been a very familiar figure, sitting in the corner.

She wished — as she did every time she heard his name, or received a letter — that she didn’t feel the tell-tale childish flutters of her heart. She’d tried to convince herself for a long time, and still did, that the only chemistry that still existed between Viktor and herself was that of friendship and the nostalgia that came with knowing someone for such a long time.

So she ignored the flutters that no longer occurred when she looked at her husband, and pasted a friendly smile on her face as she approached the table.

“Viktor.” she nodded, her eyes sparkling with mirth at the forced pleasantries that had never quite suited them well. “I see the beard is a lifestyle choice you’ve fully committed to?”

She smiled, shaking her head fondly as she reached out to give him a quick hug, ensuring she left it at that. Quick, friendly and completely appropriate before taking a seat opposite him at the table. Her face may have been a little flushed, but as Hermione shook off her winter coat, she hoped he’d take it as a by-product of the cold air outside.

“It suits you by the way, you look ruggedly handsome.” she bit her lip, forcing herself not to over analyse her own words. Friends complimented one another on their appearance after all, especially friends who had known one another for as long as they had. “How have you been? Your letter writing skills leave a lot to be desired, I feel like I know nothing about what you’ve been up to.”

#a long time coming (hermionexviktor)#your fc choice is on point #ROLLO

"you weren’t a choice. you were a fact." -- Alphie

A Mystery Meme || Accepting

@backxnblack

“Were?” Hermione sighed, smiling tightly over her coffee cup as she surveyed Alphie over the table. “I suppose there was always going to be a time when you started loving me in the past tense.”

She wasn’t sure why she’d agreed to this meeting, for closure possibly. Although, she supposed in order to get closure you had to want it. Hermione didn’t want closure from Alphie, she never had. She’d wanted him, she’d wanted them and although she’d thought the end of the war would bring them back together, it had only torn them further apart.

She had spent the last couple of months trying to be angry with him. She had tried to resent him and his absence from not only their relationship but himself. She had tried to place the blame solely on him. But the unfortunate downside of being logical was that it didn’t often allow for irrational emotions. She understood, why Alphie had been the way he had. She understood why he’d simply stopped putting the effort into them, when every day had been a struggle for him to even put effort into himself. She understood, and she wished she didn’t.

If she hadn’t understood, she never would have ended it. She supposed that was what hurt the most, being forced into the position of ending something she didn’t want to end. As he never would, he’d never purposely hurt her. She wanted to believe he was that type of person for her own sanity, but unfortunately the Alphie she knew didn’t fit the mould of a terrible ex boyfriend who’d treated her horribly.

“I do appreciate you making the effort to speak with me….” she murmured after a minute, lowering her coffee cup to rest on the table of the unfamiliar, neutral coffee shop they’d agreed to meet in. “However, you really don’t need to worry about me or my feelings. As you can see, I haven’t holed myself up in my living room, wearing a wedding dress I never owned.”

What she wanted to do was tell him how much she missed him. She wanted to be illogical and irrational and ask him over and over again why she hadn’t been enough for him. She wanted to demand why he wouldn’t let her fix it, fix them and why loving him somehow hadn’t measured up to expectations. But that wasn’t who she was, it wasn’t who she’d ever be and logical people met their ex boyfriends over coffee and had a civil conversation they didn’t particularly want to have.

#hermionexalphie #indie rp #backxnblack #Anonymous

littlelovelymemes

( * & . — GREY’S ANATOMY SENTENCE STARTERS .

‘ what was i to you ? the girl you screwed to get over being screwed ? ’

‘ you were like coming up for fresh air . it’s like i was drowning and you saved me . that’s all i know . ’

‘ am i ? … dead ? ’

‘ i’m glad you’re being strong about this . i know how hard this is , i know how bad you feel . ’

‘ not everybody has to be happy all the time . that’s not mental health , that’s crap . ’

‘ it’s not a screw up , it’s a miracle . ’

‘ please don’t cry on my ass . ’

‘ what do you need , an “ i love you ” or something ? i love you . call me when you get there . ’

‘ oh , yay ! someone’s hurt . ’

‘ pick me . choose me . love me . ’

‘ i’m just not ready to forgive you yet . ’

‘ go on , just get it all out . all the tears . ’

‘ i intend to fight like a girl . i’ll let them kill each other and then i’ll be the last one standing . ’

‘ well , isn’t this cozy ? can i join or are you not into threesomes ? ’

‘ if i went missing , would anyone notice i was gone ? ’

‘ that is rude and unkind and completely true . ’

‘ so , i’m bisexual . so what ? it’s called lgbtq for a reason . there’s a b in there and it doesn’t mean badass . okay , it does , but it also means bi . ’

‘ can you go have sex with him and make him be nicer ? ’

‘ i don’t know what i am , but i know that i am not happy . ’

‘ it’s okay … to be tired , right ? ’

‘ i don’t know who i am anymore . not someone i ever thought i’d be . ’

‘ i believe , if you were dead , the world would be a better place . ’

‘ don’t let what they want eclipse what you need . ’

‘ he is not the sun . you are . ’

‘ he can go suck it ! i am the sun . ’

‘ did he visit “ ladytown ” ? because i find if they don’t go down to “ ladytown ” the first time … there should be no next time . ’

‘ i need more liquor , i’m not ready . ’

‘ uh , this bottle is empty , are there more ? bottles ? ’

‘ i’m all alone and i have nothing and no one wants me . ’

‘ let’s do it . let’s make a baby , right now . ’

‘ is it true ? did you punch a homophobe ? ooh , unexpected . high five ! ’

‘ we’re adults . when did this happen ? and how do we make it stop ? ’

‘ you think i’m broken ? fix me . cause i’m no quitter . ’

‘ i’m not happy and bubbly . i’m dark and cloudy . ’

‘ you never think the last time’s going to be the last time . you think there will be more . you think you have forever , but you don’t . ’

‘ no one is leaving and no one is dying . ’

‘ everyone is leaving and everyone is dying . ’

‘ the words that you said were “ lets take this bitch down . ” ’

‘ that was the tequila talking . ’

‘ the only way to fail is not to fight so you fight until you can’t fight anymore . ’

‘ from now on , you can expect that i’m gonna show up . even if i yell , even if you yell . i’m always gonna show up , okay ? ’

‘ it’s not true … it’s not true . he takes the truth but he twists it and changes it to fit his own story . ’

‘ you’re my person . if i murdered someone , you’re the person i’d call to help me drag the corpse across the living room floor . ’

‘ you are my favorite person on the planet and if we are meant to be more in this lifetime it can’t start with you cheating . ’

‘ are you plotting a murder ? a nuclear attack ? it’s fine , i’ll get on board , i’m sure you have a good reason . but just , let me know . ’

‘ you’ve said that word so many times today it doesn’t even sound like a word anymore . ’

‘ who here feels like they have no idea what they’re doing ? ’

‘ too many people have seen me naked already . i’d like to keep whatever dignity i have left . ’

‘ we screw boys like whores on tequila . ’

‘ i want another chance . i’m so in love with you . ’

‘ i know you have a boyfriend . i’m saying you could have a husband . ’

‘ your boobs are perfect , your hair is down to there . if i were you , i’d walk around naked all the time . ’

‘ i believe that in the face of overwhelming evidence to the contrary , we’ll all be okay . ’

‘ your choice , it’s simple : them or me ? i’m sure they’re really great , but i love you . ’

‘ i get it , okay ? i get it ! you’ll be okay , you’ll be fine , but what about me ? so don’t do it for yourself , do it for me ! ’

‘ i’ll never be able to forgive you for making me love you . ’

‘ when your life is sucking you get drunk and sleep with inappropriate men . it’s your thing or whatever . i find it charming . ’

#memes

“ i’m not even a real person ” -Harry (lehadlik)

A Mystery Meme || Accepting

@lehadlik

“Frankly, I’d have to agree with you there.” Hermione muttered, looking up from her book reluctantly as she addressed her friend. “You’re a boy and between you and Ron, I’ve come to the conclusion that you simply aren’t capable of rational thought.”

She lowered her eyes back to her book, slight guilt churning in her stomach at the harshness of her words. It was unfair, after all, to be overly harsh with Harry simply because he didn’t share her feelings. She suspected this latest melancholy was likely about Cho, the girl who had plagued him since fourth year and Hermione was under no illusions about her ability to compete with the other girl.

Not that she had any desire to compete, of course she didn’t. That would be entirely juvenile, but she couldn’t help but hope that maybe once, Harry would have a life crisis about her. She wondered sometimes, when she allowed her mind to wander to such an indulgent place, what it would be like for Harry to look at her and really see her. What it would be like for him to look at her the way he seemed to reserve for girls like Cho and see something other than his best friend. She wondered what it would be like for Harry to see her as a girl at all.

“You know...you could just ask her out again.” she commented, sighing as she closed her book and resigned herself to counselling Harry through this never ending crush. “The worst she can say is no, and then you’ll just be in the exact same position you are now. Really Harry, Cho Chang is just a person, you aren’t going to burst into flames if she declines a date.”

#i'll go with you (harryxhermione)#harmione #Anonymous

“ family does not guarantee safety ”

A Mystery Meme || Accepting

“I know.” she murmured, lifting her head as she offered Mrs Potter a tight smile. She tried to be un-sentimental, especially now. She’d tried her best to be logical about the decision she’d made, had tried to turn off her emotions as she’d watched the familiar smiles leave her parents faces.

There had been something terrible about watching it, something heartbreaking. Far worse she felt, than if they’d been taken from her through someone else’s doing. She’d lost her parents through a choice that was entirely her own. She’d stripped them of their memories, knowing as she did that should she die for this impossible mission — they’d never know they’d lost a daughter.

There would be nobody to mourn her and logically that should be fine, logically she knew it was the least selfish way to die. But there was a part of her, a part she didn’t want to acknowledge, that wanted her mum to give her a hug and tell her everything was going to be okay.

She’d been relatively alone in this world since she turned eleven. Her parents loved her, but they didn’t truly understand it and they never would. They shared her excitement over grades and learning, they worried about her — but they weren’t in it, they weren’t involved and if she chose to keep the most dangerous aspects from them? They had no way of finding it out for themselves. It was lonely, sometimes. And she often envied Harry his parents, despite how often their insistence on being involved seemed to annoy him.

She felt guilty now, sitting in the Potters living room knowing what they were planning in just a few short weeks. Knowing that by the end of the summer, her parents weren’t the only ones who weren’t going to know what was happening with their child.

“In this case, for them...being my family means the opposite of safety.” she shrugged, taking a sip of her tea as she tried to mask her emotions. “I’ve taken care of it...whatever happens, they’ll be safe.”

#hermionexmarlene #indie rp #hp rp #expectoxpatr-ohno

phantomemes

collection of prompts / starter sentences taken from the cursedsuggestion blog

“ tell me we’ll be safe at least for a little while ” “ no one can hear you and no one can help you ” “ ruin my life and never leave me ” “ haunt me , fucker ” “ leap off the precipice before anyone can shove you ” “ now you know how i feel about you ” “ think of me when you want to come home ” “ you made your choice so live with it ” “ don’t look back on it ” “ family does not guarantee safety ” “ you were an adult for most of your childhood ” “ you’ll be okay somewhere in that vague future tense ” “ what i’m saying is what happened was fucked up ” “ you’re crushed under the spine bending weight of yourself ” “ you fell in love with yourself and projected it onto me ” “ i’m the one with the power this time ” “ i bite off more than i can chew ” “ you ruined your own self ” “ i never say the right things ” “ you didn’t outgrow your misery , you grew into it ” “ i look after me and mine ” “ we’re twin souls ” “ you molded me into something terrible ” “ i’m too rigid to bend back ” “ no one’s coming to fix you ; put yourself back together ” “ i’m not even a real person ” “ you don’t love , you just devour what i give ” “ why do you expect others to treat you better than you treat yourself ? ” “ you should try to be you ” “ sometimes fixing something is stopping it from breaking further ” “ you don’t say what you mean , just what sounds good ” “ all you do is watch ” “ i’m a bad habit with a bad attitude ” “ everything you are shown has a purpose ” “ someone else wears your face ” “ my soul is a bit fucked up ” “ i’ll burn the sheets when you go ” “ there is no god that i can see ” “ love isn’t an excuse ” “ scream into the universe until it screams back ” “ i wanted you to stay ” “ the past is with you , for better or worse ” “ this hate keeps me warm in the winter ” “ i’m a wrong number ”

#memes

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THINGS…

Hermione Granger Independent Roleplay Blog

selective. multi-verse, multi-ship. penned by becky. twenty five plus.

@xorworseexpelled Sideblog to @chasingxprongs

#indie rp #hp rp #harry potter #harry potter rp #hermione granger #okay let's make this a thing again

bob-belcher

#okay but this #also i'm re-igniting this here blog

@lehadlik continued from HERE

“Harry—“ She stopped herself, a small frown on her face as she struggled to find the right words. “…you’ve never been alone; you know that don’t you?”

She reached for her cup of tea, resting on the table between them and wished for a minute she’d suggested they meet for something stronger. The guilt was so palpable she could almost taste it, guilt over not being here to help Harry through. Guilt that sometimes, when locked away in the Hogwarts library re-doing her seventh year, sometimes she felt relieved she could avoid all the feelings that came with what had happened during the war.

She had barely dealt with her own, had pushed through it. She’d ignored the scar on her neck and the word carved into her arm and had instead, concentrated on her studies. She’d sent letters to Harry and Ron, she’d lectured them on getting enough sleep, on getting jobs, on becoming productive members of society and yet she knew, she’d not been there emotionally in the way they were both accustomed to her being.

“This has to stop.” She stated suddenly, voice firm as she slammed the tea cup down onto the table, the tepid liquid sloshing over the edges. “This can’t go on Harry James Potter. We are not going to live like this. Shadows of ourselves after we fought so hard to live—no, we’re not doing it. Stand up.”

She stood herself, holding her hand out for her friend, wiggling her fingers impatiently.

“Come on. Up with you. We’re going to find some fun. We’re going to do all the things people our age are supposed to do and you are not going to use the words sacrifice, duty or any variation of those for the entire night.”