crazymugglegirl

[crazymugglegirl]

Tilden Toots

“Half of me is a hopeless romantic, and the other half is, well...an asshole.”

#tilden #photos #putting the quote at the bottom because the font is super illegible #but that seemed to suit him xP #and of ccourse posting this to daisy's #doc loves tilden but he does not need tilden's shit on his blog sorry mate xP

[crazymugglegirl]

Taisy


Who is the bigger cuddler: Daisy 
Who initiates holding hands more often: Daisy 
Who remembers anniversaries: Definitely not Tilden xP 
Who is more protective: Tilden 
Who initiates sexy times the most: Maybe Tilden but only by a little bit 
Who dislikes PDA the most: Definitely not Daisy lol 
Who kills the spider: Tilden but I see him saving it and like putting it out in the garden  
Who asks the the other to marry them: Tilden 
Who buys the other flowers or gifts: Tilden for sure b/c flowers, but Daisy also likes to surprise him with little things 
Who would bring up possibly having kids: I see it more as Tilden? Not sure about this one though I don’t think of these two with babies lol.  
Who is more nervous to meet the parents: Daisy probably 
Who tries to make up first after arguments: Maybe Tilden Who tells the other they love them more often: Daisy

Who’s the first to wake up in the morning: Tilden Who’s the one to make breakfast: Tilden Who’s the one to serve the other breakfast in bed: Daisy would try but burn everything and just give him surprise morning sex instead lmao Who would suggest a quickie in the morning before work: Both probably Who suggests they both ditch work to lay around all day: Daisy Who chooses the movies: They take turns Who initiates kissing during the movie, thus distracting the other from the movie all together: Tilden, and Daisy makes them go back and rewind whatever they missed when they’re done xP  Who orders lunch: Daisy because Tilden would forget Who steals food from the other’s plate without asking: Tilden Who curls up next to the other and falls asleep due to a full tummy: Daisy Who distracts the other from trying to work at home: Daisy 100% Who asks to go get ice cream like a five year old: Daisy Who makes a sexual joke about the dripping ice cream on their partner’s face: Tilden Who cooks dinner: Tilden or neither? Who cleans up the kitchen afterwards: Depending on above, Daisy or both Who stays up until 2 reading: BOTH Who stares at their partner while their sleeping: Daisy Who kisses their partner while they sleep: Daisy and maybe Tilden too xP

#taisy

[crazymugglegirl]

Daisy was glad for his agreement, but what he’d been up to was quickly forgotten -- at least for the moment -- as she became caught up in explaining her own work. Those who were familiar with Daisy knew better than to bring up anything muggle around her without expecting her to talk their ear off, but Tilden did not yet have that luxury and all she could hope was that she hadn’t bored him. Or worse -- that he was one of those who wasn’t behind what she did, either out of stupid blood-purist ideals or simple fear. That wasn’t what happened, though. Rather -- he seemed genuinely interested, genuinely impressed, and her sheepish grin turned to a much wider one. “Oh, I -- thank you,” she answered, surprised, before she got to his question. “Nope, no magic at all. It’s -- well, it wasn’t really as hard as it seems it would be.” The truth was, Daisy had done a whole lot better with things the muggle way than she ever had with magic, but Tilden didn’t need to know that about her, yet. “I mean,” she continued unprompted, as her mouth often seemed to have a mind of its own, “I’m not stupid. I know right now things are...it’s not a great time to try to get a book about muggles published. But -- I think that’s why it’s so important to try, you know? There’s so much false information out there -- and that’s where there’s any information at all, really, because there’s hardly any -- I just think maybe if people knew the truth they would be less likely to believe the lies. Or -- I don’t know, maybe not, but it’s always a good thing just to have the truth out there. I mean, at least I think so,” she tacked on quickly, suddenly realizing she’d gotten carried away again, only this time it was with something that hardly made for casual conversation. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to -- sometimes I start talking and my brain can’t keep up with my mouth.” Case in point? She’d just said that out loud. Bloody hell.

“Oh.” Daisy let out a sheepish laugh even as she followed him. She hadn’t noticed her slip, but the question was a perfectly fair one in her opinion. “I can do that, but then you’ve got to tell me what you’ve been up to.” If he was allowed to ask what she’d been up to, it didn’t feel out of line to ask him. Though there was a small part of her that worried, as it always did, when she told someone about what she’d been up to, and she looked up at him thoughtfully for a moment. Tilden seemed far from dangerous, but sometimes it could be hard to tell. And she was very much alone with him in his garden, but if he was one of the unsavory sorts it was most likely there would have been more than simple curiosity in his voice when he questioned her. The worst case here, she decided, would be that he didn’t want to be associated with her, and if that was the case it was better to find out sooner rather than later. “I spent the past year living in Manchester. In the muggle world,” she added, in case it wasn’t immediately clear. “I just got back a couple of months ago, actually. I was studying muggles. But – not from the wizard perspective. All the books are from the wizard perspective, which always seemed silly to me. I mean, how are we supposed to learn about an entire group of people without getting their point of view? So – anyways, I wanted to get that point of view. So I spent the year living like a muggle. I wrote for a local newspaper and I didn’t use magic once for the whole year, and now I’m writing a book about it. Oh – that’s what this is. I just finished my first draft.” She couldn’t keep the pride from her voice as she held up her stack of parchment, though a moment later she realized she’d probably gotten a bit carried away in her explanation. Oops. Old habits and all that.

#tilden

[crazymugglegirl]

“Oh.” Daisy let out a sheepish laugh even as she followed him. She hadn’t noticed her slip, but the question was a perfectly fair one in her opinion. “I can do that, but then you’ve got to tell me what you’ve been up to.” If he was allowed to ask what she’d been up to, it didn’t feel out of line to ask him. Though there was a small part of her that worried, as it always did, when she told someone about what she’d been up to, and she looked up at him thoughtfully for a moment. Tilden seemed far from dangerous, but sometimes it could be hard to tell. And she was very much alone with him in his garden, but if he was one of the unsavory sorts it was most likely there would have been more than simple curiosity in his voice when he questioned her. The worst case here, she decided, would be that he didn’t want to be associated with her, and if that was the case it was better to find out sooner rather than later. “I spent the past year living in Manchester. In the muggle world,” she added, in case it wasn’t immediately clear. “I just got back a couple of months ago, actually. I was studying muggles. But -- not from the wizard perspective. All the books are from the wizard perspective, which always seemed silly to me. I mean, how are we supposed to learn about an entire group of people without getting their point of view? So -- anyways, I wanted to get that point of view. So I spent the year living like a muggle. I wrote for a local newspaper and I didn’t use magic once for the whole year, and now I’m writing a book about it. Oh -- that’s what this is. I just finished my first draft.” She couldn’t keep the pride from her voice as she held up her stack of parchment, though a moment later she realized she’d probably gotten a bit carried away in her explanation. Oops. Old habits and all that.

“Yeah? I’d love that – I’ve missed magical plants.” While she certainly wasn’t up to Tilden’s level, Daisy had gotten an NEWT in Herbology and found it a very interesting subject. She’d missed a lot of the magical plants that couldn’t be found in the muggle world. A giggle left her lips when he went along with her joke, silly as it was, and she found herself laughing again at the next thing he said. The longer she stood here speaking to Tilden, the less it felt like a true accident that had brought her here. “Apparently so. Let’s see this good dirt, then, shall we?” She asked with a wide smile, taking a small step back and hoping the offer of showing her around had not just been one made to be polite. It certainly hadn’t felt like that, though; maybe it was just Daisy being overly optimistic about the cute bloke she’d just met, but Tilden seemed genuine.

#tilden #hahahha omfg too funny

[crazymugglegirl]

“Yeah? I’d love that -- I’ve missed magical plants.” While she certainly wasn’t up to Tilden’s level, Daisy had gotten an NEWT in Herbology and found it a very interesting subject. She’d missed a lot of the magical plants that couldn’t be found in the muggle world. A giggle left her lips when he went along with her joke, silly as it was, and she found herself laughing again at the next thing he said. The longer she stood here speaking to Tilden, the less it felt like a true accident that had brought her here. “Apparently so. Let’s see this good dirt, then, shall we?” She asked with a wide smile, taking a small step back and hoping the offer of showing her around had not just been one made to be polite. It certainly hadn’t felt like that, though; maybe it was just Daisy being overly optimistic about the cute bloke she’d just met, but Tilden seemed genuine.

“Oh?” Daisy didn’t try to hide her grin as he glanced around the garden pridefully. In only a few minutes of conversation it had become immediately apparent how into herbology Tilden was, but Daisy found it endearing. She’d spent much of her life being teased for being so open about her passion just because it was different, and it was nice to meet someone who wasn’t afraid to express his own. “Well, whoever’s it is, it’s seems great.” She’d love a chance to explore the whole thing, but Daisy wasn’t quite forward to the point that she would invite herself on a tour, especially seeing as it didn’t actually belong to Tilden. She grinned once more when he took her up on her suggestion – and asked about tomorrow. Daisy wasn’t keen on waiting, either, and she nodded. “I sure will be. Maybe I’ll even learn something about Tildens.” The joke was cheesy, maybe, but Tilden didn’t seem like he would mind, and as she spoke Daisy made the decision to forget the dirt and take another small step closer. Much too close to a bloke she’d just met, but Daisy had never let that stop her, and she found she didn’t mind at all that he smelled faintly of dirt. It was the good kind, the fresh, earthy smell that reminded her of the greenhouses at Hogwarts, and she reached out to brush a little dirt from his arm. “If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were trying to plant yourself here.”

#tilden #breaking the trend #whatcha gonna do

[crazymugglegirl]

“Oh?” Daisy didn’t try to hide her grin as he glanced around the garden pridefully. In only a few minutes of conversation it had become immediately apparent how into herbology Tilden was, but Daisy found it endearing. She’d spent much of her life being teased for being so open about her passion just because it was different, and it was nice to meet someone who wasn’t afraid to express his own. “Well, whoever’s it is, it’s seems great.” She’d love a chance to explore the whole thing, but Daisy wasn’t quite forward to the point that she would invite herself on a tour, especially seeing as it didn’t actually belong to Tilden. She grinned once more when he took her up on her suggestion -- and asked about tomorrow. Daisy wasn’t keen on waiting, either, and she nodded. “I sure will be. Maybe I’ll even learn something about Tildens.” The joke was cheesy, maybe, but Tilden didn’t seem like he would mind, and as she spoke Daisy made the decision to forget the dirt and take another small step closer. Much too close to a bloke she’d just met, but Daisy had never let that stop her, and she found she didn’t mind at all that he smelled faintly of dirt. It was the good kind, the fresh, earthy smell that reminded her of the greenhouses at Hogwarts, and she reached out to brush a little dirt from his arm. “If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were trying to plant yourself here.”

While she’d had a good feeling he would most likely be receptive to her flirting – not that fear of rejection had ever stopped Daisy from putting herself forward, regardless – her grin widened all the same when he stepped a little closer to her. She’d have gone for closing the distance even more, and probably a hand on his arm, had he not been covered in dirt, but she thought better of it for the time being. A laugh escaped her lips at his answer; he was quick, and this was probably the first time her being compared to a flower had not felt cheesy and entirely unoriginal. “Good to know. Though I can think of worse gardens to be stuck in.” She chuckled, but it was true; as far as she could tell, the garden she’d accidentally popped into was a very nice one indeed, and she was even more glad she hadn’t landed on top of some flowers or anything. Her grin widened even more at his question, and she paused a moment to think it over. “He could come find me at Flourish and Blotts. I get off work at 5 and sometimes I get a drink after. You’re welcome to come observe, or if you really want to immerse yourself in the experience you could even join me.”

#tilden

[crazymugglegirl]

While she’d had a good feeling he would most likely be receptive to her flirting -- not that fear of rejection had ever stopped Daisy from putting herself forward, regardless -- her grin widened all the same when he stepped a little closer to her. She’d have gone for closing the distance even more, and probably a hand on his arm, had he not been covered in dirt, but she thought better of it for the time being. A laugh escaped her lips at his answer; he was quick, and this was probably the first time her being compared to a flower had not felt cheesy and entirely unoriginal. “Good to know. Though I can think of worse gardens to be stuck in.” She chuckled, but it was true; as far as she could tell, the garden she’d accidentally popped into was a very nice one indeed, and she was even more glad she hadn’t landed on top of some flowers or anything. Her grin widened even more at his question, and she paused a moment to think it over. “He could come find me at Flourish and Blotts. I get off work at 5 and sometimes I get a drink after. You’re welcome to come observe, or if you really want to immerse yourself in the experience you could even join me.”

Daisy felt her eyes widen slightly in surprise at the direction Tilden when with his answer to her question. She certainly hadn’t expected him to have actually picked up on the fact her name was Daisy, but she also hadn’t been prepared for the impressive slew of information he gave her. Though that was quickly explained; he was a herbologist, and Daisy let out a chuckle. “Your favorite, is it? I’ll keep that in mind.” Again her eyes sparkled with amusement; he would catch on soon enough, and sure enough he was laughing after she finally introduced herself. “Really,” she answered whim with another laugh, and she couldn’t help the thought that maybe there was a reason she’d ended up here of all places. “Maybe not. Never too late to study up, though,” she took the smallest of steps closer to him, not enough to encroach on any personal space but just enough to be perceptible. Tilden may not have been trying to flirt, but Daisy wasn’t about to let whatever powers that be that had landed her here go to waste.

#tilden #lil cuties

[crazymugglegirl]

Daisy felt her eyes widen slightly in surprise at the direction Tilden when with his answer to her question. She certainly hadn’t expected him to have actually picked up on the fact her name was Daisy, but she also hadn’t been prepared for the impressive slew of information he gave her. Though that was quickly explained; he was a herbologist, and Daisy let out a chuckle. “Your favorite, is it? I’ll keep that in mind.” Again her eyes sparkled with amusement; he would catch on soon enough, and sure enough he was laughing after she finally introduced herself. “Really,” she answered whim with another laugh, and she couldn’t help the thought that maybe there was a reason she’d ended up here of all places. “Maybe not. Never too late to study up, though,” she took the smallest of steps closer to him, not enough to encroach on any personal space but just enough to be perceptible. Tilden may not have been trying to flirt, but Daisy wasn’t about to let whatever powers that be that had landed her here go to waste.

Daisy let out another chuckle at his assertion of being an expert on daisies, wondering if he’d picked up on the fact that was her name or not. Her gaze moved to the bouncing bulb that seemed determined to prove the bloke’s point, and she giggled as he stopped it in its tracks with a flick of his wand. “A daisy expert, are you?” She asked, glancing back up at him with a glimmer of mischief in her eyes, unable to resist adding, “What else do you know about daisies?” It was most likely he hadn’t caught that was her name, but once he learned it she could have some fun with what he said. And it seemed he’d be learning very quickly. It was nice, how entirely unfazed he seemed by the fact she’d shown up out of nowhere, and she grinned widely when he introduced herself. Tilden. Daisy had a very good feeling about him. She chuckled when he wiped off his hand, reaching out to shake it despite the fact it was still smudged with dirt; it wasn’t as if he didn’t have a good reason for it. “I don’t mind a bit of dirt,” she told him with another laugh. “Besides, it looks good on you. I’m Daisy,” she tacked on, just in case he hadn’t caught it yet.

#tilden

[crazymugglegirl]

Daisy let out another chuckle at his assertion of being an expert on daisies, wondering if he’d picked up on the fact that was her name or not. Her gaze moved to the bouncing bulb that seemed determined to prove the bloke’s point, and she giggled as he stopped it in its tracks with a flick of his wand. “A daisy expert, are you?” She asked, glancing back up at him with a glimmer of mischief in her eyes, unable to resist adding, “What else do you know about daisies?” It was most likely he hadn’t caught that was her name, but once he learned it she could have some fun with what he said. And it seemed he’d be learning very quickly. It was nice, how entirely unfazed he seemed by the fact she’d shown up out of nowhere, and she grinned widely when he introduced herself. Tilden. Daisy had a very good feeling about him. She chuckled when he wiped off his hand, reaching out to shake it despite the fact it was still smudged with dirt; it wasn’t as if he didn’t have a good reason for it. “I don’t mind a bit of dirt,” she told him with another laugh. “Besides, it looks good on you. I’m Daisy,” she tacked on, just in case he hadn’t caught it yet.

Daisy was vaguely aware of an exclamation from the person whose garden she was in, but she was much too worried about losing part of the manuscript she’d poured so much of herself into to look away from her task. Though it was quickly taken care of for her, a tidy stack of papers floating gently back into her arms. Oh. Right. Even after several months back in the wizarding world, Daisy still tended to forget she could now use magic to take care of things. Then again, had she taken a wand to her precious parchment it was more likely it would end up on fire; the muggle way had always worked better for Daisy.

Although – when the bloke she’d interrupted made his way over to her with one last piece of parchment, she couldn’t help thinking there were some magic mistakes that weren’t so bad. The bloke was coated in a nice layer of dirt and what she had a bad feeling might be some sort of dung, but given that they were in a garden Daisy wasn’t overly concerned. He was cute. And helpful, and she grinned a sheepish grin as she took the paper he offered. “Thanks.”

Her smile widened at the next thing he said, and Daisy found herself laughing along with him. The fact he said he’d been away sparked her interest, but she didn’t want to pry so she just shrugged. “I’ve been away for a while myself, but as far as I can tell it’s not a new trend. Just a Daisy trend,” she tacked on with a sheepish chuckle. No sense in pretending otherwise, not when she’d just shown up in the middle of his garden. The Toots place, he called it, and the name was just vaguely familiar enough for Daisy to assume he had probably attended Hogwarts around the same time she had. “Uh – no, I was actually shooting for my friend’s house. But the Toots place doesn’t seem so bad,” she added with a grin; not so bad at all.

#tilden

[crazymugglegirl]

Daisy was vaguely aware of an exclamation from the person whose garden she was in, but she was much too worried about losing part of the manuscript she’d poured so much of herself into to look away from her task. Though it was quickly taken care of for her, a tidy stack of papers floating gently back into her arms. Oh. Right. Even after several months back in the wizarding world, Daisy still tended to forget she could now use magic to take care of things. Then again, had she taken a wand to her precious parchment it was more likely it would end up on fire; the muggle way had always worked better for Daisy.

Although -- when the bloke she’d interrupted made his way over to her with one last piece of parchment, she couldn’t help thinking there were some magic mistakes that weren’t so bad. The bloke was coated in a nice layer of dirt and what she had a bad feeling might be some sort of dung, but given that they were in a garden Daisy wasn’t overly concerned. He was cute. And helpful, and she grinned a sheepish grin as she took the paper he offered. “Thanks.”

Her smile widened at the next thing he said, and Daisy found herself laughing along with him. The fact he said he’d been away sparked her interest, but she didn’t want to pry so she just shrugged. “I’ve been away for a while myself, but as far as I can tell it’s not a new trend. Just a Daisy trend,” she tacked on with a sheepish chuckle. No sense in pretending otherwise, not when she’d just shown up in the middle of his garden. The Toots place, he called it, and the name was just vaguely familiar enough for Daisy to assume he had probably attended Hogwarts around the same time she had. “Uh -- no, I was actually shooting for my friend’s house. But the Toots place doesn’t seem so bad,” she added with a grin; not so bad at all.

Finally, finally Daisy had done it! A million trees’ worth of parchment and more ink than was in the Giant Squid’s entire body later, and she had produced her very first draft of her book. It was rough, she knew that, and it was going to require a good bit of editing. But it was done, a stack of parchment piled high on her desk, and that was an accomplishment in itself. So she wasted no time in gathering the parchment up in her arms and disapparating straight out of her messy living room to –

Not Meg’s apartment, she realized the moment she found herself surrounded by greenery after the loud, familiar crack. Bloody hell. Daisy should have known better, really, than to try to apparate anywhere when she was so excited – it rarely worked when she was calm. But – no matter! She just had to reorient herself. Which would have been much easier if not for the sudden gust of wind that sent a few papers from the top of her stack flying. “Oh -!” She exclaimed, reaching out for one of them and subsequently dropping the rest of the stack on the ground. “Oh, bugger!”

Frantically she began trying to gather up her papers, only just realizing she wasn’t alone in this garden. Oh, Merlin. Without looking away from her papers, lest one of them get away, she called out apologetically, “Sorry! I’m so sorry! I swear I didn’t mean to – just had a bit of an apparating mishap, I’ll be out of your hair as soon as I get my - ha!” A triumphant cry left her lips as her hand closed around a stray piece of parchment. Just a couple more, and she would just hope whoever’s garden she was in was friendly.

#tilden #gimme all the cheerleader/football player gifs omfg

[crazymugglegirl]

Finally, finally Daisy had done it! A million trees’ worth of parchment and more ink than was in the Giant Squid’s entire body later, and she had produced her very first draft of her book. It was rough, she knew that, and it was going to require a good bit of editing. But it was done, a stack of parchment piled high on her desk, and that was an accomplishment in itself. So she wasted no time in gathering the parchment up in her arms and disapparating straight out of her messy living room to –

Not Meg’s apartment, she realized the moment she found herself surrounded by greenery after the loud, familiar crack. Bloody hell. Daisy should have known better, really, than to try to apparate anywhere when she was so excited – it rarely worked when she was calm. But – no matter! She just had to reorient herself. Which would have been much easier if not for the sudden gust of wind that sent a few papers from the top of her stack flying. “Oh -!” She exclaimed, reaching out for one of them and subsequently dropping the rest of the stack on the ground. “Oh, bugger!”

Frantically she began trying to gather up her papers, only just realizing she wasn’t alone in this garden. Oh, Merlin. Without looking away from her papers, lest one of them get away, she called out apologetically, “Sorry! I’m so sorry! I swear I didn’t mean to – just had a bit of an apparating mishap, I’ll be out of your hair as soon as I get my - ha!” A triumphant cry left her lips as her hand closed around a stray piece of parchment. Just a couple more, and she would just hope whoever’s garden she was in was friendly.

#tilden #round 2 xD

[crazymugglegirl]

Daisy looked back and forth between Doc and Meg in bemused surprise for a moment. So that was why he’d looked familiar -- Daisy had seen him in quidditch matches. At least he didn’t seem put out by the fact his date was an old housemate, and Daisy just hoped the same could be said for Meg. After greeting him cheerily, Daisy was much too busy turning her attention back to Tilden to worry too much. “I let Meg handle the apparating this time,” she answered him with a grin as she slid into the seat next to him. “Firewhiskey sounds good to me.” She’d missed it, after a year in the muggle world. “So -- are you telling me I’m surrounded by a bunch of Ravenclaws, then?” Daisy asked, lifting a brow but mostly just amused; and curious, too, as to what house Tilden had been in. 

Being friends with Daisy meant being prepared for anything. Including meeting two blokes she didn’t know for drinks because Daisy had apparated into one of their gardens. And really this was much easier then wearing muggle clothes and trying to figure out how to talk to a muggle boy. Though that hadn’t happened as often since Meg had no phone and Daisy had sworn off magic for a year. Much harder for spur of the moment plans that way. Still being whisked away to have drinks with strange blokes was such a Daisy way to celebrate her finishing her book that Meg found it all funny, which helped with the nerves thankfully. As did seeing who they were meeting, slightly. Meg wasn’t sure if it was less or more embarrassing that she knew her date. That’s why the name Tilden had seemed so familiar, Doc’s friend. Meg thought about telling Daisy that she knew them, or at least one of them, but if Doc didn’t remember her that would be terribly embarrassing so she settled on just greeting the blokes. “Hi.”

#tilden #doc #meg #a million years later i'm so sorry

[crazymugglegirl]

For her part, Daisy did think fate was trying to tell her something -- and that something was that she was about to have a brilliant night! There was simply no other way to explain her ending up in Tilden’s mum’s garden exactly when he’d happened to be there -- and with her finished draft of her book, no less! This date simply couldn’t be a dud, it wasn’t possible. A fact of which she’d assured Meg over and over again when she sprung the surprise on her, though as always she’d been a good sport -- especially given they had reason to celebrate! Daisy beamed when she spotted Tilden across the bar, glancing back at Meg. “Told ya he was cute!” And he was even more so without all the dirt on him. She gave her friend a grin as she led the way over to the blokes. “Hi!” She greeted Tilden with a wide grin before smiling at his mate as well -- pleased to see he wasn’t bad looking at all. Meg was in for a good time too, then. “This is my friend Meg.”

It was almost like Tilden had taken Felix Felicis with the way things were working out today. He’d actually remembered to go to his parents and work in the garden on the day he’d meant to. Daisy had accidentally ended up apparating into the garden before he finished up. And he’d been successful at getting Doc to come out and go on a double date with him. If he were thinking beyond having a drink with a cute bird he’d think maybe fate was trying to tell him something. But Tilden rarely thought of the future, and then only when it involved his herbology potions. All he was thinking about was how wonderfully things had worked out. He smiled widely when he saw the girls walk in. “Looks like our dates are here, mate.” Tilden waved them over to the table he and Doc had gotten. “Can’t see the other bird yet, I’m sure she’s a looker though.” Or so Tilden hoped or he’d be hearing about it later. But if his past two experiences with Daisy were indication it would be completely worth it.

#tilden #in this verse daisy never played quidditch so she wouldn't recognize doc #but he and meg would have been on the team together xD

[crazymugglegirl]

“I’ll let you be the judge of that,” Daisy answered easily, her smirk growing wider at the way he went along with her flirting. She knew she could come on a bit strong at times, but if that wasn’t what a bloke was into then they weren’t the kind of bloke Daisy wanted to be spending time with; it was as simple as that. She wasn’t going to change who she was to suit a bloke. Which made it even nicer that Tilden seemed entirely unperturbed by her apparating problems, even if he didn’t quite seem to realize their full extent. They were going for drinks, not getting married -- so what he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

“Sounds perfect,” she answered him with a smile, and then she chuckled. “Suppose I should go tell my friend she’s got plans for the evening, then.” And share the news that had sent her out with a stack of parchment in the first place, and the thought just put even more bounce in her step. With just a second’s hesitation as she looked him over, deciding if he was too dirty or not -- Daisy took a step closer to Tilden, stepped up on her tiptoes and pressed a quick peck to his cheek, flashing him a wide grin as she stepped back. “Bye, Tilden.” And with that, she focused as best she could (not well) and turned on the spot. It was probably going to take a couple of tries before she got to Meg’s, but when had Daisy ever let that stop her?

Tilden shook his head and laughed at the smirk and look of mischief Daisy shot him. Merlin did this girl seem like she might be a bit much to handle, in a good way. “Something tells me you’re very good at keeping things interesting.” And he wasn’t really talking about her apparition mishaps there. At least not completely. A wink in addition to his comments helped make sure she’d know he wasn’t just talking magical mishaps either. While he’d only had one and a half conversations with her she had given him the impression of being someone who was very interesting. He’d certainly been disappointed when she didn’t owl him.

“Yeah? Great. We can meet at the Lucky Dragon? Eight o’clock sounds like enough time to get cleaned up.” And not enough time to get distracted with something, especially since he’d have to get ready then go tell Doc. Tilden liked springing things on Doc instead of giving him too much advanced warning. Things like a blind date with a bird Tilden hadn’t even seen at least.

#tilden #this girl is so forward omfg

[crazymugglegirl]

“Maybe next time.” If he hadn’t been covered in dirt she might have let her fingers trail their way down his arm, but as it was she just settled for a smirk and a flash of mischief in her eyes that ought to leave him no doubt as to just what Daisy could deliver. But soon enough she was chuckling at the next thing he said. “Exactly! I like to think it keeps things interesting." Really as long as she didn’t splinch herself Daisy considered an apparation a success, but that was something she actually managed to keep to herself; she didn’t need Tilden thinking she was completely hopeless, assuming he didn’t already think that.

If he had, though, he probably wouldn’t have invited her out, though she was relieved she hadn’t landed on anything she could damage. Tilden seemed like a very easygoing bloke, but Daisy didn’t want to push her luck. She chuckled at his comment, at the way he winked at her, and agreed to his suggestion with an easy nod. “That sounds good to me.” If Meg had plans she was sure she could find someone else to come along. And cheesy as it may be, Daisy couldn’t help but think the fact she’d popped up in Tilden’s mums garden of all places had to mean something. She wasn’t keen on putting things off, lest she lose track of him all over again.  “Eight o’clock?”

“Shame we couldn’t come up with something for you to deliver.” He gave her a cheeky wink before breaking into laughter. There was no part of that come on that was serious, well unless she wanted it to be. Tilden nodded at her words. “There ya go, that’ll do it every time. Just don’t think about mummies or whisky before apperting and you should be good to go. If not at least you’ll have a little vacation.” While Tilden had never splinted himself he’d known a few people who had. It seemed to him if Daisy’s only problem was ending up in someplace she hadn’t meant to then she was doing pretty good.

“I do.” Even if she had squished something Tlden likely would have just seen it as an opportunity to try and find a potion fix for it. He tended to see opportunity where other people saw hopelessness. Daisy coming on just as strong as he was brought a bigger smile to his face. Shy girls were nice but Tilden had always preferred more outgoing ones. Pushy according to Doc, which he agreed with when it came to a few of his exes. But didn’t stop Tilden from liking a girl who knew what she wanted and went for it.

“Fantastic! Best not to, I hear those kind of things get tricky really quick.” Another cheeky wink because why the hell not. “Maybe. Or we could just make plans, say tonight? Meet up for drinks?” Tilden wasn’t the best at organization and he knew if he took her information he’d likely end up not being able to find it till next month. Plus this way Doc wouldn’t have time to find an excuse not to go out. It was a win win.

#tilden #it's cute he thinks she doesn't splinch herself xP

[crazymugglegirl]

Daisy had to bite the inside of her lip to keep from laughing at Tilden’s attempt to feign being serious. Merlin, he was cute. “I suppose you’ll have to tell her the truth, then, since all I’ve got is a stack of parchment.” She answered him with a laugh. His laughter at her admitting to accidentally apparating to Scotland didn’t seem unkind in the slightest, and she found her smile widening at his words. “No, I think I’d been thinking about school at the time, actually. But I wouldn’t rule Ireland or Egypt out yet, it could still happen.” She was joking, but if Daisy was being honest -- there was only truth to the words. Tilden didn’t seem overly put off by her failure to apparate properly, though, and that only made Daisy like him that much more.

“Oh? I’m glad you think so,” she answered him with a smile; and she was glad, just as she was glad that of all the places she could have accidentally popped up, it was Tilden’s mum’s garden. With a finished draft of her book, of all things! “Thanks!” Daisy beamed at him. “It’s a good thing,” she added with a wink; Daisy had never been shy, and now that fate had brought Tilden back to her she wasn’t about to let that opportunity go.

So she was very, very pleased to hear he seemed to be of the same mindset. Her smile widened, and she didn’t even pause to think over his offer -- Meg wouldn’t mind, surely. And if she did, well, Daisy would just owe her one. “That sounds great! Who am I to argue with fate, right?” She tacked on with a cheeky grin. “Though -- maybe I should give you my information this time,” she added after a moment, her grin turning sheepish.

Tilden gave her a serious look, except his eyes betrayed his amusement, before speaking again. “You want me to lie to my mum? I can’t do that. If that’s the line you want me giving her I think you’d best deliver something.” Despite his efforts his lips twitched as he actively tried not to smirk. Though the effort was soon abandoned in favor of laughing at her next words. “Scotland? That’s not too bad considering we went to school there. Not like Egypt or even Ireland.”

He shook his head when she told him she’d caused him trouble. “I’d hardly call popping in trouble. You didn’t even squish anything. If anything you brightened up the garden a bit.” Now that he knew she hadn’t trashed his contact info a little flirting didn’t seem out of place. His smile grew at her words about the parchment. “That’s fantastic! Congratulations. You should celebrate, though I wager that’s what you were trying to do. Glad running into me is considered a good thing. Or at least a not bad thing.” Tilden chuckled a little.

“Must be fate or something.” Having grown up in the magical world he had a healthy enough respect for things like fate. Especially when he could use them to flirt with a pretty a bird. “If you don’t have concrete plans to celebrate maybe I can take ya out?” And just in case that was too forward. “You and your mate you were heading to see. I’ve got a mate I can bring along.” It’d do Doc some good to have a little fun. And if he was busy Tilden was sure he could round up someone.

#tilden

[crazymugglegirl]

ENFP

ENFPs are fiercely independent, and much more than stability and security, they crave creativity and freedom.

The ENFP personality is a true free spirit. They are often the life of the party, but unlike Explorers, they are less interested in the sheer excitement and pleasure of the moment than they are in enjoying the social and emotional connections they make with others. Charming, independent, energetic and compassionate, the 7% of the population that they comprise can certainly be felt in any crowd.

More than just sociable people-pleasers though, ENFPs, like all their Diplomat cousins, are shaped by their Intuitive (N) quality, allowing them to read between the lines with curiosity and energy. They tend to see life as a big, complex puzzle where everything is connected – but unlike Analysts, who tend to see that puzzle as a series of systemic machinations, ENFPs see it through a prism of emotion, compassion and mysticism, and are always looking for a deeper meaning.

ENFPs will spend a lot of time exploring social relationships, feelings and ideas before they find something that really rings true. But when they finally do find their place in the world, their imagination, empathy and courage are likely to produce incredible results.

STRENGTHS: curious; observant; energetic and enthusiastic; excellent communicators; know how to relax; very popular and friendly

WEAKNESSES: poor practical skills; find it difficult to focus; overthink things; get stressed easily; highly emotional; independent to a fault

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#daisy and fab are the saaaaame #but it weirdly makes sense to me lol