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commolly​:

» TAGGED: molly + open​ » emergency ward, st. mungo’s

♕ —- Molly didn’t mind taking on extra responsibilities. If there was a job to be done, she was going to do it even if it wasn’t her responsibility. There were a lot of people suffering from accidental ailments and so little healers to go around. And there seemed to be more children running around that only made her ache for her own. Kneeling down in front of the other, the midwife gave them a pleasant smile before she held up the lollipop that she had hidden in her pocket. “It’s all yours if you tell me what’s wrong,” she said half jokingly. “I can try my best to get you out here as fast as possible.”

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Augustus lifted his head (and his eyebrow) at the sound of Molly’s voice. He knew, absolutely knew, she couldn’t have been talking to him - he was perfectly fine - and yet, she was, in fact, speaking to him. “If I tell you I’m waiting on a patient, and not a patient myself, are you going to rescind the offer of sweets?” Of course, if the patient in question were anyone but his mother, Augustus would not have hung around to wait and be offered sweets at all. “I must look terribly morose, then, but alas. I have no ailment to blame it on.”

#c: molly

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gus + @selwynisms​ her closet, honestly

“Don’t you have anything......” he trailed off with a sigh, trying not to sound too disappointed - it wasn’t Eva’s fault (it never was) and he knew she simply wasn’t that kind of lady - as he shuffled through the options for the seven thousandth time, “.. shorter?” Already, he had tried – and had been intercepted – several times to shorten her hemline himself, with his wand; maybe if her shoes were higher. “We’re going out, Eva. Out. We’re gonna get drunk, we’re gonna dance. I want fun, I want sexy, hell, I want slutty.” He whirled around, turning to face her in all of his dramatic glory, wiggling finger and all, to go with his grin. “Don’t I deserve a little sluttiness? I think I do. I know you do.”

#c: eva #bc the last thing we had just got #you know #wrecked #like madam malkins #gus you're such a fuckin dick sdgfhjk

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Why are you so incredibly beautiful.

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mcklene​:

A day or so had passed and Marlene was back at her desk, figuratively. The morning was spent, surprisingly proving that she could write paper work down correctly. The early afternoon, making it blatantly clear to Moody and the other senior aurors that she wouldn’t stay away from the wreckage again, not when she was sure she could figure out the curse from the blast pattern on the remaining brick. She didn’t get a no outright. If anything, she expected to be surprise apparated to a safe house to explain it all again. If only her parents could actually know about any of that. Now, she found herself back in the halls, still sidelined from whatever official investigation the ministry really would launch. “Not today you.” She almost grinned. “I’m…” she paused before bypassing Augustus entirely, turning a sharp corner “reviewing Accidental Magic Reversal Squad archives.” Despite her usual glint of mischief in crystalline eyes, she wasn’t fully lying. Marlene even thought she may be onto something. “It’d bore you to sleep, darling.”  @gus-rookwood​

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He hadn’t been looking for her, but he wasn’t going to admit that; for once it was actual coincidence, and not engineered coincidence, that had them crossing paths today, but Augustus would be damned before he’d be spurned that quickly. He laughed, turning on his heel to follow as she moved past him, even as she told him not to, shaking his head all the while. “If you think I can’t appreciate the entertainment gold hidden in the depths of the Accidental Magic archives, then you don’t know me at all.” Granted, she ... barely did, and he did know that, but what nerd could ever be bored by the allure of research? it didn’t take long at all to catch up to her, and he slowed his stride to match hers, curious. What on earth was she looking for? “What dull thing is it that you’re hoping to discover?

#c: marlene

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gus+ @iantheparkinson​ dept of mysteries

He was looking at Mark, but, really, he was looking through Mark – and through his fingers, at that, splayed across his face while his indexes found his temples – as he spoke, knowing that he was wasting his breath; how many times had he told her she had to stop this? “One of these days, someone is going to put two and three together, and finally ask me why I have an assistant at all if he isn’t available to me in a consistent or predictable manner.” He couldn’t argue the sick genius of her plan, though. Who the fuck was going to tell him he didn’t belong in his own department? Who would be brave enough to pick that fight, or question his identity? “To what do I owe the pleasure, then? Did I forget an appointment?”

#c: ia

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@iantheparkinson

#this one could go either way knowing us and them #mister everything revolves around you || gus #a loaded god complex || ia

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#it's his song for a reason yall #mr vain || playlist #Spotify

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#you already know Gus is paris #mister everything revolves around you || gus

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@inez--sousa 😂😂

What’s Your Number (2011) dir. Mark Mylod

#I'm not sorry #he should be ashamed of himself #but he isn't #mister everything revolves around you || gus #i know we made a custody agreement ... i'm ignoring it || inez

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cfobsidian​:

“clearly you needed it earlier when you were having a hissy fit.” edgar corrects gus in a matter of factly tone as smile forms on his lips and he gently presses his calloused thumb against the wrinkles on the side of gus’ eyes, his own eyes scanning the man’s in front of him just making sure that he was actually still standing there in front of him. these days with being an obliviator he was working later with inez and his wand than usual, it started to show on the skin on his hands. there was so much activity happening on the streets that edgar couldn’t quite ignore these days even when he had tried to sleep. as he pulled away to make his way to the bench plopping his fine ass on the bench he crosses one leg over the other still sipping at his nearly full iced coffee. “we never did that bullshit did we? decorating a tree or whatever?” edgar couldn’t really quite remember,  all he knows is that they did quite a bit together when they were younger. “would we really get a plaque with our names on a bench? i don’t know, that just sounds so prestigious, maybe it’s your style, but i can show my love for you way longer than a plaque on a bench even when i am dead.” he hums out leaning into gus’ side, his own curls blowing in the crips fresh autumn air. “besides, you’re my best friend, why do i need a plaque to show that something like us lasts forever?” he asks mindlessly not even thinking of his question as he looks over at gus, the smallest bit of a smile as he nuzzles his cheek into gus’ collarbone. 

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“Evidently, all I really needed was some attention,” he said bluntly. And if that were the case (and it was absolutely the case) he was now getting that attention in strides. While the inspection wasn’t unfamiliar by any means – Augustus was frequently guilty of subjecting Edgar to the same sort of ordeal – there was a tiredness, a softness to it, that Augustus found to be slightly distressing. What new turmoil was Edgar experiencing now, and why couldn’t he ever seem to find himself happy and centered at the same time? “No, you wouldn’t stand for the desecration of any of the trees, it was bad enough, already, you insisted,” Augustus reminded the man, “that they would be felled for paper products. You barely found out about the plaques being a thing today, so I believe it’s safe to assure you I never did that behind your back, either. What, someone is going to come and remember me when they sit on a bench? Why? They’ll think of me whenever they enter a bookstore, or hear someone shouted at for incompetence. No, you and I, we leave our marks in other, more indelible ways, don’t we?” He shook his head for a moment, but his focus fell shortly, and soon, on Edgar’s curls once more, and Gus played with them, arranging the mess back into a sensible pattern. “Right? At least we aren’t trying to be vampires to prove forever means forever.” 

#c: edgar #he's absolutely shitting on ivy right now #unashamedly #he hope doris hears him hahahahaha #he says theyre soft and pathetic and sappy

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cfobsidian​:

“you dooo you do.” doris chirped happily as she laced her bony arm around gus’. strolling along side of him happily. she had gotten used to the other man being in her life as much as she hated to admit it. she didn’t want to think that the sole reason for her having a place to live was because of him but she did force him to take the money she earned quarterly to make up for the times that she didn’t pay him. a smile faltered at the mention of finding a meal at the wyvern. not how she typically liked to live– or being born a muggleborn thought she would be now. but she spread a thin sickly sweet smile on her lips as she looked up at augustus. “most of the blokes at the wyvern are shite anyways, right? i mean, maybe not you, but the other blokes. i could go for something to eat right about now.” 

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He hated that, or he pretended to – Gus didn’t stop her from whining or cooing, he didn’t deny that he cared about her, but he did groan, pulling on a face that promised he was being tortured most unfairly. Augustus had never had siblings, and even as a child, had very few close friends; this vampire, strangely, was the closest he had ever had. Of course, this closeness hadn’t come until after she was a vampire, but Gus tried not to dwell on that either, he liked being needed too much. “Well, yes, that was the basic point I was making,” he told her, a dry, almost dark, chuckle coming out of him as he teased her. He knew she didn’t like that idea, and yet, he continued to tease her about it. “But it was a joke,” he added, hoping to give her some small iota of relief. “I’ve heard ....” he continued, unwilling to let his point go, regardless, “there’s a feeder group hangs out there, they get off on that sorta thing, Dor. So, again, maybe we’ll get lucky. If not, we’ll just go. I’m only taking the lunch because I need to leave the office, not because I’m hungry.”

#c: doris

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Go on, believe, if it turns you on.

#mr vain || playlist #I forgot how much he loves this song #Spotify

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solsummerfield​:

“I’m not a fuckin’ idiot,” he stated as he caught up. Stolas glanced at the older male, a bit annoyed of course. Heaven forbid people didn’t compromise for him. He pushed his hair back lazily. “Ha, ha,” he said monotonous. The male rolled his eyes. “I was going to ask about a file but I can’t remember the name. I should probably ask Edgar instead but I’ll take you up on lunch.”

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“Technically,” he began, and he knew the other man could hear the fucking grin even before Gus aimed it at him, “I didn’t say you were, but I like you defensive.” He laughed, shaking his head, and the laughter grew at the dull laughter from Stolas, Gus enjoying the moment far more than he would’ve if he hadn’t just spent the morning terrorizing his department. “You probably should, but we all know it’s easier to ask me. You might remember after lunch, who knows, maybe something will jog your memory. How’ve you been anyways? I haven’t seen you in weeks.”

#c: stolas

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themxgglebrn​:

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♕ —- Mary nodded. She remembered prefect duties when she had them. She had taken Lily’s spot as Gryffindor’s girl prefect when Lily had moved on to Head Girl. But Mary knew that she much rather be back in her dorm bed than spending the night patrolling the school corridors. Mary had to bite down on her lower lip to keep herself from laughing out. “In my defense, there are quite a few who come up to the front desk with a large stack of books,” she pointed out allowing herself to chuckle. “It was an attempt at a compliment.”

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He had to give her that much – even Gus could admit (and he felt rightfully so) that he’d rather been known as attractive and nerdy rather than simply nerdy.  he dropped his head, as if he were ashamed of himself (and he wasn’t, but he knew this was the part where he looked sheepish about ruining about a perfectly good compliment; how rude of him) and letting the hair flop over and into his face. Of course, he had to push it out of his way as he lifted his head again, but that, he didn’t mind. “I don’t always take them well, that’s my fault. Don’t always see them for what they are. I do like being memorable, though.”

#c: mary #he's not liek ACTUALLY flirting with her just so were clear #nobody fucking @ me #he's really just like this #so many versions of him

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@inez--sousa

#remember when jess said nick and cece are basically the same person

#I would like this to be them #thank you for your cooperation #hahahahahaha #mister everything revolves around you || gus #I know we made a custody agreement ... I'm ignoring it || inez

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inez--sousa​:

who: open  where: Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlour

   Inez was never against catching up with an old friend. However both her career and her inability to stay too long sometimes interfered but she had decided to take a bit of a break from work. It had been too long since she had been back home this long. Inez was a little lost in her thoughts. She also hadn’t seen her younger sisters but they had all grown and gone their separate ways. The truth was that she was feeling a little homesick. Sometimes she wondered if they were mad at her for leaving the muggle world to come here. Inez could honestly say that she didn’t regret her decision but the thought always lingered. She snapped back to reality when they called her name. “Sorry…” She looked down at her ice cream and took another spoonful. “What did you say again?” 

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Oh good, she hadn’t been listening. That was going to make this fun. Augustus grinned for a split second as Inez looked back down, and then the smile vanished just as quickly as it had come. Despite what Edgar, and everyone else thought, Augustus did not hate Inez; he didn’t even dislike her. Personally, he thought Inez was pretty great, he even thought she was a great match for Edgar. The problem, really, was that Edgar was Edgar, and Gus had known the man for a very long time; he saw through the things the man said, and had had a front row seat to his life since childhood - he knew the mess Inez had attached herself to, he loved that mess, and he wanted that mess to stop being ready to bolt at a moment’s notice or less. Plus, Gus didn’t like to share. “I said,” he began, adding snark and sarcasm to his voice that were absolutely unnecessary, “that I’ve been working on my best man speech.”

#c: inez