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( molly. )

“You wouldn’t dare!” she replied and stuck out her tongue in defiance, her nose scrunching. “But I’m twenty two so… What could she really do to stop me and my totally real and legit salad ban?” When he reached for her jelly worms, Molly saw the attack coming from a mile away (or so she would like to think), and quickly hid the sweets behind her back. “Nuh-uh… Both a snitch and a thief in one day, Weasley? One might think you’re treading awfully close to the dark side… ‘Cause ya know, even scientists can switch sides.”

“Oooh, I’d like a front row seat to you trying to reason with Grandma over why you’re not eating salad.” His empty hands opened and closed a few times fruitlessly, looking petulant. “That’s not even funny, Mols.” But he’s grinning light-heartedly. “The day I go over to the dark side... Wouldn’t you like to see that.”

#why is this so late...... i'm so sorry #( threads. ) #( c. molly. )

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( teddy. )

Teddy looked up from his papers and his eyes widened considerably. He rounded the desk and assessed Fred’s arm. “Come with me to the emergency ward,” he commanded as he led Fred to a room and sat him on a stool. “You’ll be fine, I won’t tell aunt Angelina,” he muttered as he ripped apart Fred’s shirt sleeve and began to work on it. “I wish you’d be more careful on missions. The last thing we need is another fatality, and I don’t want you to be another statistic,” he chastised as he poured him a cup of Skele Gro. “Here, drink this.”

He didn’t really have a choice, but Fred followed him nevertheless, doing his very best not to wince as Teddy began to attend to his wound. “Thank you. And I’m so careful! But, granted, this one’s on me. Should’ve been watching my partner more carefully, had to push him out of the way of a Blasting Hex just in time. Thank Merlin he’s all right.” Fred pouted at the cup handed to him. He closed his eyes before knocking it back. “Bleh. What’re you putting down for my medical records this time?”

#oops ignore text #( threads. ) #( c. teddy. )

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( camilla. )

“Oh, no, no no. I was just busy looking at your…. face.” Realizing how weird and stupid that sounded, Camilla looked down and found herself slightly grimacing. “Uh,” she cleared her throat. “Anyway, you were probably talking about… I don’t know, bezoars or dragons. Or ways to make the world a better place. Y’know, just Fred things.”

“My face?” Fred repeated, perplexed at the idea. “Do I have something on it? I wouldn’t even be surprised if I had some doodle from my nap earlier. Molly’s a demon.” He patted his cheek, before lowering it, and laughing. “Oh, it wasn’t that important. More on the lines of how your job is going. Y’know, just Fred things.”

#i'm the Worst #( threads. ) #( c. camilla. )

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fred weasley ii ;; outside [ 1/? ]

                                              YOU belong w i t h the wildflowers.

#i love my idiot son #the purest #* #( moodboard. )

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“It’s not what it looks like,” Fred said automatically with a sheepish look up, as he stuck out his injured hand towards Teddy. Dried blood coats from his fingertips to his elbow. It looks like it’s been hastily cleaned from a gaping hole that is being half-hidden by his flapping sleeve. “Well. I would say it’s not as bad it looks like, but that’d be a lie. Please don’t tell Mum. She’s always telling me to be careful with work.”

Teddy shuffled through his paperwork, scanning through intern notations and endorsements. He sighed as he signed a few of them. So far, it seemed as though there wouldn’t be an end to the influx of patients. After one left, a new wave would greet him. “Welcome to St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, how may I help you?” He asked automatically, not looking up from his papers. 

#what is this sdijdfdkh #( threads. ) #( c. teddy. )

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( molly. )

“Still got a strict ban on salad, Fred,” Molly said and leaned back in her chair before biting off the head of her jelly slug. “Might as well stop trying. These are the only greens I need.” She paused and shot her roommate a small smirk, her eyes sparkling. “Ya know, fruit’s healthy too. And I eat more fruit than you do, so…. Who’s the real winner here? And if you say both of us, I’ll smack ya.”

“I’m going to tell Grandma, bans on salad aren’t a thing.” There’s a shake of his head, and he walked further into the room. Eyeing up the sweet in her hand, Fred leant forward and tried to swipe it off her. “Well, actually, I was going to say ME. Vegetables are way more healthy than fruit; it’s a fact, I’m a scientist.”

#literally.... me i would Die for a boy like fred #HE'S LEAVING FOOD OUT FOR HER WHAT A DORK AKFDSHFDJKGH #( threads. ) #( c. molly. )

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“Am I boring you that much?” A hint of worry in his voice, and he sounds genuinely concerned.

“– What? Pffft, yeah, of course I was listening. I know exactly what you were saying.”

#i'm Ready for this #( threads. ) #( c. camilla. )

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( &&. @weasleyii. )

“Did you eat the salad I left out?” Fred called as soon as he opened the door, tugging the beanie off of his head. “You better have. I keep saying you need to eat your greens more often. They’re good for you!”

#WHAT EVEN IS THIS ALDFLKHSDJ #anyways i wanted to rp with u bc i love u #( starter; closed. )

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FRED MERLIN WEASLEY II ; twenty-three, he/him halfblood, order member potioneer – keith powers

Only George Weasley would brave naming his child after Merlin. When he told his brothers and sister, they all laughed themselves so hard that it made George grin even wider. Ginny asked if he lost a bet with Angelina, and he sat on her. When he told his parents, Molly had let out an ‘Oh, George”. His father beamed at him. When he told Angelina, she had essentially thought he was kidding. Fred was a name never even up for discussion; they’d both known that their first son would be named Fred, without really talking about. But Angelina only agreed to Merlin after hearing George go on about how it would be the greatest middle name ever. Fred’s used to people’s eyes widening when they find out, and he laughs along, making stories of the ones he was named after. Creating happy endings for people are his speciality.

Fred’s utterly devoted to the people he loves; to his parents, to his little sister Roxanne, to his overgrowing family, to his friends. To his cousin Molly, who is probably his favourite person on the planet. He’d sell his soul away to keep anyone from harm, to make sure these people were happy, and wouldn’t even think twice about it. It’s just who he is. Scorners look on and say, “He’ll be the first to break.” And their logic isn’t wrong, is it? A boy who has too big of a heart? A boy willing to lay his life down for anyone? A boy that could be straddling the lines of Death but refuse to kill? First to break, first to break, but innocence makes him stronger.

His huge family was his foundation in life, and Hogwarts was another building block. Fred works well with people, surrounding himself with them. With the Weasleys, there was hardly a shortage of that. And people generally like Fred, it’s hard not to. Easy-going attitude, mesmerising tendency to always just help. It wasn’t a particularly hard obstacle to overcome, finding friends. Put him in front of the Giant Squid, and he probably found a way to make it laugh. Magic-wise, he could hold his own. Despite Grandma Weasley’s constant tutting over his father’s lack of OWLs, George Weasley was a clever man. Passing down the genes, Fred was reasonably all right. Not the top of the class, surely, but didn’t find himself struggling with any particular subject. His true passion lies in Potions, effortlessly able to maintain a top spot in his class. But it wasn’t just the grades he was interested in for the subject; no, he found a certain joy in experimenting with it. There was something fascination about the way things like this worked, in the way the formulas were meant to be precise.

Being a Potioneer meant he set his own hours. Unlike most other Order members who were restricted by their jobs, Fred’s able to take on as many missions for the Order that he so much as wished. Sure, working with Potions is his dream job. Sure, he would prefer to spend as much time as he could with it. But this war is much more important. Protecting and helping people is much more important. He’s not going to begrudge anything that. He doesn’t need a reason to be angry.

connections (x)

– TAKEN.

#lizzie reblogging hers reminded me abt mine sorry #( age quod agis. )

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todays meme is:

being safe and being kind

#( hands protect the flames. )

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#( &&. walk through hell with you. ) #tbh irl im molly

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You should love for no reason.

 Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov (via wethinkwedream)

#( words make things right. )

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fred recognises the look on his friend’s face, knows it the second that he finds roman sitting there and walks over to him. he’s sliding into a seat at the same table, nudging him slightly as it seemed the boy hadn’t noticed him yet. “you doing all right there?”

quill met parchment and left behind scratchy lines that would in time (and several more scratchy lines) make a picture. this was time set aside for studying. however nothing but the landscape outside the library window held his attention.

#HELLO i'm jessie :))) #i'm excited we have a roman!!!! #( threads. ) #( c. roman. )

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♟:Patching up a wound

( non-sexual ask meme. )

Fred stumbles across her completely by accident, because of course he does. And then, once he sees her, he’s not about to just turn away and leave her. It’s not in his nature to do that. He hasn’t got anything against her personally, other than her most likely siding with the Death Eaters — which, well. He doesn’t know for sure, and he doesn’t want to judge, honestly, but her family. Even then, Fred would help a wounded bird he came across, he’s not going to walk away from a wounded fellow student. 

“Where does it hurt?” he demands first. It doesn’t sound like a demand, hardly anything falling from his lips does, because it’s soft, gentle, but an order nevertheless. He doesn’t ask what happened because that’s not the thing that’s important right now. “Is it really serious? Am I able to heal it or should I take you straight to Madam Pomfrey?” He’s already got his wand out, ready to perform any minor healing spells he knows.

#cunningcadence #feel free to make this into a thread!!!! #this is so ;;;; gross #( answered. ) #( answered meme. )

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Nonsexual acts of Intimacy - Select from the following for my muse to respond to...

♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes

♕: Holding hands

♖: Having their hair washed by your muse

♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.

♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort

♙: Sharing a bed

♚: Head scratches

♛: Sharing a dessert

♜: Shoulder rubs

♝: Reading a book together

♞: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)

♟: Patching up a wound

♤: Taking a bath together

♧: Your muse playing with their hair

♡: Accidentally falling asleep together

♢: Forehead or cheek kisses

♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.

♣: Back scratches

♥: Your muse crying about something

♦: Slow dancing

#( memes. ) #my kind of shit #anyways the event is over so come @ me with these uglees

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#( hands protect the flames. )

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“A Ravenclaw always comes prepared!” she laughed. “But to be honest, it’s my secret stash that I wasn’t really planning on sharing with anyone.. You’re lucky you’re family, Freddy.”

“Knew there was a reason I wasn’t sorted there, then.” Fred brought her hand to his chest. “I’m worth your secret stash? I’m honoured.”

#( threads. ) #( c. victoire. )