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Tagged: @ofpansy Date: 21 June, 2004 Location: St. Mungo’s Fundraising Gala 

Katie shuffled through the crowd promptly clutching a drink in each hand. Both of them were not intended for her, but after narrowly escaping the attack brought on by nosy colleagues she felt she deserved them as a reward. It was easy to be cordial, but once the conversation began infringing on the topic of who the enchanting man was accompanying her this evening then decorum took a sudden leave of absence. All but running from the conversation, she stopped at the nearest available bar-top and acquired two of the strongest libations available. Now all that was left was finding Fred again so they could take in the rest of the ridiculous sights of the evening together. Everything else just seemed black and white in comparison.

She was hardly paying attention to anything else besides the potential sighting of red hair—no wonder she collided straight on with someone, dropping both drinks to the ground in unexpected horror. Katie gasped loudly, watching in slow motion as both drinks hit the floor’s hard surface—glass moving across it like waves rolling on the sea. “ I am so sorry! ” Katie exclaimed, her feet barely steering clear of the mess now spewed between her and the unfortunate soul she had the pleasure of smacking into. The witch hadn’t even looked up yet, stunned when she eventually locked eyes with those of another familiar individual.

Katie was not sure whether to be relived or distraught at the sight of Pansy Parkinson. The hit witch didn’t have any negative thoughts toward the other woman, but she didn’t think the same could be said for her. It made no sense, but the fiery Gryffindor chalked it up to simple Slytherin schematics. Their common room was in the dungeon after all—no wonder she always associated them with being so cold. Perhaps that’s why they needed a friend like Katie, or so she thought any time she forced herself down their throats ( however resistant they were to her attempts ). Katie’s burning rays sometimes weakened in their presence but could never be diminished entirely. She was too stubborn for such a thing.

“ Pansy! ” She finally correlated after a few passing seconds as she staggered across the wet puddle now pooling between them. “ What a nice surprise! Is Theo somewhere close-by too? ” She asked excitedly as she moved on the balls of her feet, eagerly glancing around their nearby surroundings for him.

Maybe one more small detour couldn’t hurt after all.

#( pansy. 001 ) #ofpansy #alcohol tw #i tried rlly hard ok #pls don’t judge me 💕

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FATHER BROWN (2013 - ) Season 2, Episode 1 - “The Ghost in the Machine″

#face. #( fc ✧ poppy drayton ) #what is katie doing in the library w a candlestick? #who is about to get popped 💀

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Gryffindor Girls

Katie Bell

#( catch me if you can ☆ ) #insp.

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weaselfred​:

“Are you sure you haven’t been thinking about this before?” He asked, squeezing her hand but turning his body to face hers. She wasn’t asking any hard questions, just ones that he imagined a Hit Witch to be trained to ask. Knowing her background at Hogwarts however, he wouldn’t put it past Katie to see the fountain she passed every day at work in the same light he did. “Seems awfully convenient you know the logistics of how to pull this off. You weren’t planning this with George or Lee first were you because that would just hurt.”

With his usual dramatic Fred placed his free hand over his heart feigning injury. There was probably very little that Katie could do it actually hurt him after their years of built up trust and friendship. Any jabs made his way Fred knew were in good fun and with the same humor the rest of their friends shared. Being with Katie was easy like that to the point he sometimes wondered how lucky he was to have her in his life. She was probably the person who understood him best besides George and she always knew how to support him without damaging his own pride and ego.

He squeezed her hand again, not letting her know how having her so close affected him. She’d only use it to get what she wanted, which in her words, wouldn’t be such a bad thing.  “Oh and are you inviting me Miss Bell?” He let go of her hand to grab her by the waist, pulling her closer to him. So much for casual as he’d been echoing to Lee and Harry the past few days. “Can’t say I mind.”

Katie laughed, shaking her head almost offensively at his accusation. “ You are the only one I would ever willingly risk my job for, ” she confessed, her cheeks burning red at the truth of her statement. “ Not Lee or George. Not even Angie or Alicia, just you. ” She offered a small smile, her heart exploding like fireworks inside her chest. By now he was the only thing she could focus on. The steady movements of his body. The grasp of his hand tightening around hers every so often. The way he turned into her like a compass steadily steering in the right direction.

She looked at him indecisively, her gaze darting between the space between the center of his eyes then lips. Her stomach churned with excitement—a feeling that was only becoming more distinctive within the last few weeks. Even now with every passing moment she felt like she was gaining more clarity on whatever this thing was going on between them. Maybe she would have the answer to her questions sooner than she expected. “ Consider that your personal invitation—so long as we pull this maneuver off successfully, that is. ” She pursed her lips into some semblance of a smirk, shifting the weight of her hips into him.

By now Katie had seemingly forgot about the sea of people around them. She lifted herself up on her toes, folding herself into Fred as she kissed him softly. It was only the second time they kissed, but the first time she took the initiative. Katie didn’t have to think about anything, or worry—what was there to worry about? Being close to him, feeling the heat of his body next to hers, felt instinctive. It all seemed so right. He was more like home to her than the shabby chic flat residing over Carkitt Market she slept in, the absence of him numbing on those nights.

#( fred. 001 ) #weaselfred #katie was gonna shove fred in the fountain but then this happened

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Tagged: @emceejordan Location: Hogwarts Date: Sometime in 1996

The days were growing longer and nights shorter. It was the time of year flowers danced in nearby fields and laughter escaped through the dainty daytime breeze. Katie loved the early summer days. The ones spent completing exams and tying up other loose ends in anticipation of the looming holiday months ahead. This year however the laughter was stilled. Gone like Fred and George. And soon Angelina, Alicia, and Lee would be too. Then what would be the point of anything?

A soft blubber escaped her lips at the thought, shakily adjusting her sleeve to wipe the wet streaks from her face. Hours had gone by since the spectacle that lit up the castle and in turn had the entire student body talking. Katie escaped to her dorm for what felt like days, occasionally crying or pretending to sleep whenever there was an intrusion. Godric, she hoped and prayed it was in fact days, but when she finally emerged into the common room to her dismay she discovered it had only been a handful of hours. She didn’t know what to do if she had to experience this agony for another whole year. There hadn’t been a day where her friends’ laughter didn’t echo throughout this castle’s walls, lighting up her life and heart with so much radiance and color. Now the portraits once painterly so vividly appeared bleak—torn black and white fragments of a life that once was. 

The castle was blanketed in uncomfortable silence as she exited the common room. If this was her future then she didn’t want it. Hogwarts would be hell without them—the unwanted skeletal remains of friendships that once flourished here instead. She figured she better somehow get used to it though. To being the only one in the room to laugh at one of their inside jokes—or just simply being the only one in the room at all. She swallowed hard at the reality, that truth lumping uncomfortably in the back of her throat. The sensation settled there like an unwelcome pest. 

Her footsteps reverberated softly throughout the stone corridors as she descended toward the kitchens. The emptiness ricocheted through her entire being ( or perhaps it was the fact she couldn’t remember when she ate anything last ). Static black and white noise filled her head—even the shallowness of her breath felt heavy as she forced herself down the changing staircase. All was relatively calm until she had the startling realization she wasn’t alone anymore, causing her to trip on two feet and slide down a chunk of stairs.

Katie’s back slammed into the stairs with a distinctive smack! causing her to let out a miserable groan. She blinked once then twice as a few tears slipped from her eyes before cascading away in the darkness—the pain sweltering in her spine as a familiar silhouette came into focus. “ L-Lee? ” She gasped, sitting up quickly. Her cheeks flushed with a semblance of embarrassment, the tinge of pink making her look more alive than previously. “ How long have you been there? ”

#( lee. 001 ) #emceejordan #this is crap but ur welcome anyways #RIP 2 my ability 2 write anything coherent #panic attack tw #??? kinda sorta #angsty katie tw

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Hungry for the rush ( aching to be thrown in the ring ). 

 bio. || insp. || closet. || face. 

Character name: Katherine “Katie” Emery Bell

Age / Birthday: Beltane Babe—01 May, 1979.

Gender: cisfemale

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Katie is bisexual. She was taught to see the beauty of a person within as a child and has since applied that to all aspects of her life. She has no preference—instead she weighs on the depth and value of the person on the inside.

Occupation: Hit Witch within the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. ** ( I love that all hit-wizards have their own assigned beds at St. Mungo’s. How ridiculously appropriate for Katie. )

Affiliation: Katie exudes positivity and always stands up for what she believes is right, so it is really no surprise she considers herself a beacon for the light.

3 Positive Traits:

Adventurous. Daring. Makes up her own rules as she goes. She neither asks permission nor for forgiveness, unless caught red handed. Life is a game and there are no rules, only victories. Katie is competitive in nature and intends to seize as many victories as she can. Carpe rebus.

Kindhearted: Generous. She loves to give—not receive. Katie would give the shirt off her back to someone in need and never expect a favor in return. There is nothing she wouldn’t do for the people she loves. She would travel to the depths of the earth if asked of her.

Resilient: Tough as nails. Like titanium, she does not break easily. She rolls with the punches and rides on waves of fury. Katie is mentally very strong. Quidditch has vastly helped her develop this fortitude. She is a lover above all else, but there is no denying the fighter that reels inside her. It goes hand in hand with her desire to always be winning, or achieving success in any way she can.

3 Negative Traits:

Distracted. Head in the clouds. Plucking shapes and painting stars the way she thinks they should twinkle. Dream on little dreamer, unmoved by the falling reality and fragility that comes from this life. Katie is detached and a bit impersonal at times, especially when she has no skin in the game. It’s hard to hide the vacant look in her eyes when her mind has journeyed into a far world of its own.

Overzealous: Dangerous enthusiasm. Questionable optimism. Lethal tools in the wrong hands. Katie often needs to be reminded to slow down her pace and release her death grip so they don’t become just that when in her possession. Her heart is usually in the right place, but she has the tendency to get in way over her depth without realizing it. Her high energy can be all-consuming and, if she isn’t careful, may drowned whoever gets in her path. It also doesn’t hurt to mention that too much positivity can be toxic, and Katie certainly teeters between dangerous boundaries.

Detached: Katie frequently finds herself separated from reality like she is just a fly on the wall, or a stranger peering through someone else’s eyes. Reality can be a tricky concept to grasp at times. She finds it easier to throw herself into perilous situations with that made-up wall built between her and whatever unknown obstacle the day holds. Originally a coping mechanism she established to help aid with the daily traumas of working in the DMLE, it has since become an increasingly alarming problem slowly tainting other aspects of her life too.

Headcanons.

Katie is often underestimated by those around her. Many say she is too soft; teased and called a princess by others. Her kindness is usually misinterpreted as weakness, but she weaponizes this misjudgment turning it into one of her greatest assets. She isn’t mad at anyone for calling her a princess because they aren’t necessarily wrong; her crown is simply set with daggers and claws versus jewels, and she intends to have it on display for all to see.

Olivia Bell nee Fraiser, Katie’s mum, is muggle-born witch. She married a muggle man named Rhys Bell shortly after graduating. She then began her career at HM Treasury just like her father did before her. HM Treasury is the UK Government’s economical and financial ministry maintaining control over public spending, budgeting, and other fiscal aspects. Public service has always played a vital role in Olivia’s life, and subsequently Katie’s life as well. She witnessed how important it was to her mother and eventually was inspired to lead into her own career within the Ministry of Magic for this exact reason.

Katie is an expert dueler. This is illustrated in Prisoner of Azkaban when she teaches Harry Potter the full body-bind curse (switching that to Neville feels very applicable in this setting though? ). She was in the dueling club for the majority of her Hogwarts career, which is where she first established a solid foundation to nurture her skills. She later joined Dumbledore’s Army during her sixth year when Umbridge briefly reigned over Hogwarts. Having an older brother who loved to torment her as a child also helped play a key role. Once they were at Hogwarts together, there was no stopping her from getting retribution. In fact, she started making an abundance of friends which came with unexpected connections in the form of unique pranks and other jokes to help further her crafty and scheming nature.

Katie is currently working on her ability to cast both wordless and wandless magic. She favors wordless magic. It comes much more natural and is far easier than wandless magic in her opinion, however, both are thoroughly trained and implemented throughout a hit-wix’s career as it aids in the secrecy of capturing their suspects. She is also currently studying occlumency and legillimency with her mentor and fellow hit-wix.

Katie is an expert baker. Strudels. Pies. Puddings. Cakes. Croissants. Macaroons. Alfajores. You name it, she can whip it up in a heartbeat. Baking is her comfort. The alluring aromas of brown sugar and vanilla wafting across her kitchen remind her of a quaint and happy childhood. Present-day, she consumes an irrational amount of sweets, but nothing in comparison to the heaps she has to throw away at the end of the week due to the fact that she simply cannot eat them all. She makes cute little burlap wrapped packages tied with colorful ribbons, which her senile owl Blazer delivers to all her friends… but there still always manages to be more dessert left on the countertop.

Katie is quick, not just on her feet but a broomstick as well. She is known for making fast getaways. A skill she takes great pride in.

The looming war and undeniable political tensions have been anything but pleasant for Katie, and the entire Bell family. Bellatrix Lestrange’s rise to political power was alarming from the beginning for the lot. Katie’s mum maintained a position within the muggle division of government. The muggle-born witch immediately feared for a worst case scenario for someone like herself, or her muggle husband and two half-blood children. One needn’t be overly creative to fill in those lines. Katie had held a position within the DMLE ever since graduating from Hogwarts. Her older brother worked with various quidditch teams across Europe. It’s in a mother’s nature to worry, but perhaps she had more reason and experience in doing so when all their lives were so intricately designed with such chaos. 

Plot ideas: Same plot ideas from the previous group. I want Katie to be confronted with unlikely challenges. I want to see her get involved with those she wouldn’t normally do so. She is everything radiant and positive, so her leaning toward the Order is too obvious in my opinion. I want to see her manipulated and forced into doing things she would have never thought only because there is the risk of losing something greater. Katie would do anything to protect her family and friends. Especially Fred. She has a savior complex. It goes hand-in-hand with her desire to fix people and things, even if a good handful of them turn out to be unfixable. I want to see the closest of friends push each other away and have incomprehensible falling outs because of the unspeakable circumstances and lingering tensions they’re affected by. War changes people and I am anxious to see how it sinks its claws into the vibrant and kindhearted girl we all know—and how maybe just perhaps it transforms her into someone entirely unrecognizable.

Bonus Material: Gryffindor quidditch power team dynamic, angsty!angst, darker threads with purpose and tangibility, lighthearted threads, friends comforting friends, rogue punches, and other comedic content.

#about. #this is a hot mess??? whatevs #when is it not? that’s probably the better question

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Katie Bell aesthetic

“Gryffindor takes the Quaffle – that’s Chaser Katie Bell of Gryffindor there, nice dive around Flint, off up the field and – OUCH – that must have hurt.”

#insp. #( catch me if you can ☆ ) #she’s back!!! trouble is back!!! #bio post is a hot mess so stay tuned until i can fix it 🥲

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Katie twirled away from a neatly lined platter of treats, the hem of her distinctive red dress spinning just above her knees as she did so. “ Probably longer than one would think. They aren’t always the most detail-orientated around here, ” she laughed, absentmindedly clasping her hand around his. Everything about the evening was perfect. Being with Fred felt wholeheartedly right—like all the stars had aligned in some sort of weird cataclysmic once-in-a-millennia event. The thought of reconfiguring the statues’ faces on a night like this one seemed thrilling, and perhaps that is why he was her best friend. Or more than best friend? That part was still unclear, but Katie knew all would be revealed in due time.

“ I wouldn’t be against a little redecorating. ” She said, a tone of levity reciprocating his own. Katie never did well at these types of events. She never turned down an occasion to dress-up, but anything her department deemed mandatory was always less attractive in nature. Fred’s presence however was elating. It took her mind off the current political atmosphere and the circling tensions of the evening. The world was their playground—they could escape the truth of reality, safe in their own paradise even if only for the night. Even if only reconfiguring a few statues and possibly ruining a few unsuspecting wixen’s night along the way.

She gave his hand a tight squeeze, tugging his arm as she begin wandering toward the back side of the spewing fountain. “ We are going to need a distraction—a way to buy time so we can dismantle the protective charms,” she sharply turned toward him, lips hovering above his ear as cool breath echoed the sentiment. “ And a possible escape route in case anything goes awry. Maybe back to one of our places instead, which thinking about wouldn’t be such a bad thing. ” She grinned at him mischievously, not entirely teasing on the latter matter.

who: @bruisedbell

where: st. mungo’s annual fundraiser

when: 21 june, 2004

“How long do you think it would take for anyone to notice we’ve replaced the fountain faces with our own?” Fred asked, leaning towards his date while not taking his eyes off the extravagant statues in front of them. There were certainly numerous wards and protection spells placed on the sculptures, but that only egged Fred on more wondering how the twins would be able to pull it off. He figured it would take maybe a few days, or weeks for anyone to even look at the faces closely enough to see they resembled certain someones and he had a strong desire to change the goblins face to that of one of his elder brothers. Percy would be in a right mood once he saw it and that was Fred’s half motivation for doing anything.

“I doubt anyone really looks at it closely. What do you think? You in?” He cracked Katie a smile. The only enjoyment of being at this event had been the fact that he’d asked Katie to come with him, finally building up the courage after the kiss they’d shared not too long before. He’d made it causal, hiding the budding butterflies that he got whenever he thought about it too long or the room was too quiet. That wasn’t Fred, but he was sure that one day he’d be able to tell Katie about it and they’d laugh. For now however he tried to act the same type of casual jokester he always was, they had time. There was no need to rush anything between best friends.

#( fred. 001 ) #weaselfred #what r words? a science experiment #idk??? it’s been a hot minute 💀

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CONTENT WARNINGS: Alcohol, Intoxication, Panic Attack, Vomit, Suffocation.

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#abevent.02 #( george ; love you on the darker days & always ) #rip 2 katie’s sanity #alcohol tw #panic attack tw #vomit tw #angsty sloppy katie tw #suffocation tw

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Location: The Three Broomsticks Date: 5 May, 2003 Tagged: @oliverwoodkeeper

Katie stumbled into the Three Broomsticks, glancing around wearily until she spotted the close friend she was running insanely late to meet. Katie wasn’t always late, but life was hectic lately and spiraled out of control one day without any such warning. Work hadn’t been an ideal environment since she had to come clean and confess she lost her wand and hit witch badge the very unfortunate night of Beltane ( though being haunted by the truth was exceedingly worse in every way—a truth she hadn’t spoken aloud because the one person she wanted to tell couldn’t be found anywhere ).

Apparently this kind of reckless behavior was frowned upon by the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, but it was a walk in the park compared to the alternative.

Then there was the issue of Fred and George, neither of whom she’d spoken to since the same wretched night she refused to talk about. Katie’s heart shattered inside her chest when she realized neither of them were coming home. It was easy to assign blame, especially after her last encounter with each of them. Katie briskly arrived at the conclusion it was all her fault. If she’d just told Fred the truth everything could have been different. The heartbroken wix was beginning to wonder how many more meals she could survive on consisting solely of raw cookie dough as she moped in heaps of self-pity. She had four days under her belt so far ( Angelina was probably a hair away from an intervention ). Luckily a reunion with a dear friend was in order and her beloved best friend wouldn’t have to resort to any outlandish measures soon ( or so Katie hoped ).

In fact, Katie knew Angie would be thrilled to hear her and Oliver spontaneously rendezvoused at the Three Broomsticks for lunch. Strolling through the quaint streets of Hogsmeade provided the witch with a much needed breath of fresh air. The wind frolicked through her hair, a stir of nostalgia present in the air around her—though it was impossible not to be pained by the burst of memories during a time she felt so on the edge.

Finally catching a glimpse of Oliver was a welcomed distraction, using such to push the unwanted feelings aside for the time being. “ Ollie! ” Katie greeted him, a smile threading on her lips as she waved a server over to their table and promptly ordered a Firewhiskey to void whatever residual emotions lingered after she sat down. “ Sorry I’m late. ” She apologized sheepishly before suddenly remembering she intended to concoct a story on the way over explaining her tardiness, but was apparently distracted. It didn’t help she hadn’t been assigned a single field mission since Beltane either. “ It has been a whole five days since I’ve seen you. So tell me what’s new? ” She asked melodramatically, her voice fluctuating suddenly. As long as they could keep the subject on Oliver then all would be fine, which she reckoned shouldn’t be all that difficult. All Katie had to do was strike up a conversation about quidditch maneuvers.

#( ollie. 002 ) #oliverwoodkeeper #alcohol tw #wow sry this is like 10 yrs late #an angsty katie for ur viewing pleasure :’) #lemme know if anything needs to be changed!! <3

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nottheoretical​:

Did she have a point? It was her name. A way for Theo to create some social distance between them and discourage this friendship she insisting on cultivating. He had enough friends and enough problems with those friends, one from childhood even he couldn’t distance himself from no matter how hard he tried to, to be seeking new more complicated and loud ones.  Theo supposed it was the idea of him that was appealing, the allure of the forbidden or the enjoyment she must get from constantly being told no because there was no other factor that made this make sense. Katherine brought all his measures of protection to the surface, walls building up higher to shield himself from being known by the personification of sunshine. “No thank you.” He didn’t know what karaoke was but this was the pattern of Katherine’s invasions. She twirled in, loud and brash and overwhelmingly cheery and spoke Muggle words at him until he was too bewildered to ask her to leave. Paying customer or not.

And she had done it again. Piqued his curiosity. Used the brain he had to imagine existed somewhere below all the manufactured joy to deliver a new theory Theo couldn’t easily dismiss. “You’re going to bake the potion into food? Have you done research into the solution under the stress of higher temperatures? The baking would have to match the degree of the cauldron unless you plan on completing your brewing before you bake. If it’s unstable….You should find a potioneer to help. It sounds idiotic to attempt on your own.” Two steps back, a hand reaching for some ware on his shelves to place between them. When he came up empty, Theo spun and quickly rushed to hide behind the now-free counter. “No.” “I’m not concerned for you.” He wasn’t. His worry was more of being the person responsible for selling regulated ingredients to someone clearly unstable. He didn’t want to risk the potential of angering her, not when she so easily reminder him that she held power in their government. Power that could be used to force pressure upon families with less than ideal pasts. “Is that all? I was busy before you interrupted.”

Katie theorized one could never have too many friends, though she wouldn’t call it much of a theory. She would insist it was proven. That is why she was so friendly to everyone she met, though her friendliness teetered on questionable boundaries at times. At least that is how Theo had the tendency of making her feel. She was nothing if not kind, but he repelled her away as if she were a swarm of nasty summer bugs—some type of irksome little pest he wanted to swat away from his personal space. Katie was resilient though, she didn’t let negative connotations or outright rejection sully her spirit. At least not on her first, second, or fiftieth attempt at advancing their relationship. Everyone’s breaking point was different though, Katie slowly growing weary hers was lurking somewhere on the road ahead.

A laugh arose from her chest at his piqued interest in her experiments—was it genuine concern, or simply him doing his job well? She preferred it not to be the latter, as bad as that may sound. Maybe if she played her cards right there was still time to turn the odds in her favor. “ I’ve dabbled, ” she responded with an earnest shrug. In fact she’d recently had relative success tweaking her very specific love potion recipe into one of her all-time favorite pastries, but she didn’t want to reveal that particular secret to Theodore. “ Why? Are you familiar with the concept? ” Katie examined the bed of her nails, a casual nuance present in her tone.

No.

His tone was more dismissive than she hoped, and the actions accompanying his words delivering a harsh sting. Katie resisted the urge to roll her eyes purely on account it was rude, especially when you were trying to do business with someone.

“ Do you have a problem with me? ” Her voice fluctuated, a thread away from cracking at the sudden realization she’d been striving so hard to ignore for so long. That wasn’t what she was expecting to say, but sometimes her mind ( and mouth ) ran off on its own ( and truthfully, the witch couldn’t stand the idea of someone disliking her—especially when she-herself was so drawn to them like a candle stricken for warmth on a frozen winter night ).

“ No that’s not all, Theodore. ” Katie huffed at him irately. It took a lot to deteriorate her usually radiant surface, but right now Theo was managing to penetrate those heavily reinforced walls. She craved some sort of understanding. Why was he like this? Why did he continuously push her away and minimize any efforts to forge a friendship? Was it just her, or others in his life as well? And could she find a way to put an end to it? “ Busy with what? ” She promptly demanded. “ Are you even permitted to say that to me? I am a customer after all—one may consider it, uh, how do you say? Terrible customer service. ”

#( theo. 001 ) #( theo ; your heart is cold but you’re still fire & gold ) #bugs cw

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@hogwartsgirlgang event: LIGHTNING LADIES ; Katie Bell

I know you’re going to ask me Harry, but I don’t know who cursed me. I’ve been trying to remember, honestly. But I just can’t. 

#insp. #( catch me if you can ☆ )

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#face. #( fc ✧ poppy drayton )

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rabastanlcstrange​:

“Birthday magic,” Rabastan replied dryly, distractedly surveying the stepping stones designed to shepherd people across the lava field with an amused eye. It was perhaps a shame that Cavi’s night was to be derailed in this way after he’d invested so much effort into his creation — especially when his playground had been providing endless entertainment for Bash tonight. Still. Cavi had also thought he could get away with setting his so-called babysitters on watch to keep an eye on him and expected it to actually work.

It was only fair that Bash provide him with babysitters of his own.

Still, it seemed that the May Queen, at least, was not so terribly drunk as to have lost her co-ordination (yet). Even in heels she managed to stick the landing on the stones without so much as dislodging her newly acquired crown and had the wherewithall to question whether or not he was coming as well. A foxes smile curled at the corners of his lips, and he took the steps across the stones towards the other side of the lava field, the curl of steam and heat that followed each step settling around him as he stepped up onto the volcanic rock on it’s other side, eyeing the dark rock face of the ‘volcano’ with curious eyes.

The levels and details of the charms were quite remarkable, however shallow of anything approaching meaning they might be. Pretty diversions to entertain the masses and keep them trapped inside of Cavi’s playground for just that little bit longer. His head tilted curiously, surveying the path to the left and the right before settling on the left where he thought he might have caught a glimpse of light that wasn’t just the glow from the lava field. “Are you coming?” he prompted lightly, dark eyes reflecting the glow of the lava,  “I think I see an entrance this way.”

“ Think? ” Katie laughed quietly. “ Thinking doesn’t usually cut it in my line of work, but I hope you’re right on account I’m putting all my bets on you. ” She said lightheartedly, the levity evident in quirky smile. This diversion was more fun than she could have hoped—a nice distraction from the unsettling fact each of her friends dropped like flies on a night she demanded the spotlight ( she was still trying to figure out how that was any different from other nights aside from being able to play the birthday card unrelentlessly ). The hit witch proceeded to gather the bottom hem of her neon dress into her hands, allowing her the freedom to travel across the remaining stones much easier. The clicking! of her heels reverberating on the smooth surface of the stones was therapeutic. It turns out her outfit was the only component in the evening she had any actual control over. There was some satisfaction knowing at least one thing was going to her liking, however minimal that was.

Bash and his enchanting flower crown seemed to be a different kind of gift entirely. At least someone was interested in amusing her for a short period of time. It wasn’t the person she hoped it would be, a certain redhead with a kindred spirit she was actively seeking out in the crowd prior to this run-in, but in true Taurus fashion she was always open to spontaneity. If she was closed off to opportunities like this then she would potentially never find the volcano bar, nor be able to return to her friends with epic stories about her journey there with a charming stranger they’d probably refuse to believe existed at all.

Katie brushed passed her new friend before quickly arriving at the very last stone along the path of faux volcanic rock. Bash’s decision to fork left led them away from the masses and toward a semblance of privacy rocking the shallow bed of lava against the rock she stood on like waves battering the shoreline. She stared at the unusual scene around her, riddling her foot in perplexity against the impermeable surface. The action unexpectedly caused a portion of the volcano to shift forward revealing a hidden door blended into its volcanic spine, otherwise invisible to the naked eye. A stream of music flitted out the opening, no doubt a different soundtrack than the one occupying the main surround sound.

Katie took half a glance at Rabastan through her peripherals. She occupied the last stepping stone, which wrongfully allured there was no where to go except back from where one came. The door a few meters away however proved otherwise. A quick overlook of the terrain informed Katie they were going to have to travel along the carefully curated base of the now interactive art-installation in order to arrive at their destination, which would fulfill a fantasy she didn’t even know she had—scaling the volcano’s edge. At the sudden revelation her lips contorted into some sort of devilish smirk, only allowing a second of time to pass in-between before propelling herself onto the artificial decor. Who thought of such an outlandish theme for a traditional celebration and why was it so thrilling?

“ Have you ever scaled a volcano before? ” Katie inquired as she made her way toward the opening. She wasted no time disappearing into its lava molten enclad entrance as if it were the rabbit hole leading to wonderland.

#just when u thought Beltane purgatory was over #lmao psyche #( bash. 001 ) #rabastanlcstrange #don’t ask what this is #idek myself

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@nottheoretical ❥

( but also @weaselfred right now 💔 )

#insp. #( catch me if you can ☆ ) #( theo ; your heart is cold but you’re still fire & gold ) #( fred ; my golden star it’s you who’s never far )

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a to z harry potter:

K  — Katie Bell.

#( insp. ) #( catch me if you can ☆ ) #h o p e l e s s romantic. #yeeee that's my lil bebe

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Location: Karaoke Palooza, Muggle London Date: Sometime in the year 2002 (?) Tagged: @weaselfred // @georgeweasel // @jocksuperiority // @oliverwoodkeeper​

The night was expected to be one unlike any other. The entire clique rallied with very important plans to takeover a local karaoke bar nestled on the picturesque streets of muggle London. Angelina and Katie stumbled upon the cute little venue one day and the pair vowed to bring everyone back. Now here they were. Even Oliver agreed to attend, which was big news in itself. That meant he put whatever quidditch scheming he had on hold for the night to partake in their endeavor. Katie knew this detail would not go unnoticed by the rest of the group. They would find a way to make it a night worth remembering. They always did, as if a silent vow had been exchanged amongst each of them. It was difficult for others to compete with their lively energy and jovial demeanor, especially when they were always so adamant about sticking together like cream and sugar.

“ Who is going first? ” Katie demanded, which really resembled more of a work interrogation than a question intended for her closest confidants. She held up a spiral-bound book, flipping through its flimsily arranged pages. Suddenly she dropped the booklet on the table, jumping from her seat with a daring look swirling in both eyes.

“ Oh! They have my favorite song! ” The witch nearly screamed out with excitement, prodding her elbow into Angelina’s rib-cage not once, but twice before returning to her seat. “ Freddie! George! ” She violently kicked her foot beneath the table as if she was having some type of spasm, unsure whose leg she was relentlessly banging into repeatedly. She was aiming for Fred’s, though based on the logistics of their booth it could have very well been Oliver’s. However if that was the case she presumed he’d make it known. “ They have my favorite song! ” She cheekily informed them as if they weren’t present for her initial announcement.

Apparently it was going to be one of those kind of nights.

#( ollie. 001 ) #( angie. 002 ) #( fred. 003 ) #( george. 003 ) #alcohol tw #katie's shrill voice tw #RIP 2 everyone #yes i made up the karaoke bar #don't @ me ppl