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#( muse. )

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#( honeyed bruises. ) #( muse. ) #lmfao

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vlastor:

‘ fuckin’ course … ’ the head auror cursed under his breath, sensing the shift in time the moment it happened. it didn’t take a genius to recognize the ( ungodly ) change in style, architecture, & setting … but the “ feeling ” of it all was far more nuanced. it set his teeth on edge — his bones went cold, & the pounding & unmistakable headache of a mess he’d immediately have to cleaning up ensued. ‘ ‘ey, you ! yeah … ’ alastor confirmed, beckoning the passerby to come closer — vexation written all over his face.  ‘ ‘listen, don’t give me some snide remark, yeah ? no strange, unbecoming look … — just … tell me what year it is & everythin’ important that’s happened since 1977, yeah ? we’ll start with that … ’

“i mean... well someone took a really nice picture of barnabus for me on the... little thing with the screen that’s somehow a phone with no wires and someone very nicely offered to let me borrow their broom even though—” she carried on the rest of her sentence in a stage-whisper, “it was in minging condition to tell you the truth, spent the whole arsing night on tuesday sorting it out in the broom shed.” gwen paused only for a second, sucking on her lower lip thoughtfully. “the cauliflower cheese is still pretty fuckin’ brilliant even though i don’t recognise any of the house elves, i wonder if it’s a family recipe? they all get clothes here too, isn’t that just fuckin’ brillopads? little tiny knitted hats and shit. love it. uhm... that pretty much brings us up to now. unless you actually wanted to know the events that lead us here in which case you’re out of luck because i don’t know fuck all.”

#( alastor. ) #honestly.... #could she have picked anyone grumpier to gwen all over

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islcwood:

“Merlin, I only left a couple years ago, and this place is the most crowded i’ve ever seen it. It’s like everyone and their granny’s decided to show up.” Isla commented, looking around the crowded great hall.

“As far as I know none of us buggering decided anything.” Gwen huffed, good-naturedly. “Last thing I know it’s midnight, right, and me and Barnabus are in the kitchens pilfering some cheese from the house elves— also that thing about cheese giving you nightmares? Utter bollocks unless this is a nightmare I’m about to wake up from and realise I’ve slept through breakfast— then I'm here and the fucking time thingy didn’t even have the good sense to bring my broom through with me.”

#( isla. ) #shes too much im so sorry #LFNSDF

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 charlicwcasley:

“Oi!” Charlie stopped the closest person to him. “Hiya, sorry, you haven’t seen Hagrid around anywhere have you? Been looking all over the place trying to find him, honestly you’d think it’d be easier to find a half giant, but apparently no.” He smiled.

“Sorry mate, don’t know a Hagrid,” she started before he’d even finished speaking, a second later she perked up a bit. “Oh tits! Hairy, more of a mountain than a man, cheeky smile? Been about half an hour but I think he was going to tend to some flobberworms because the temperature ticked up a bit the past few days and the ground’s drying out, he had some fuck-off huge waders on. Does he make them himself? Because those things are a feat of tailoring, also about 20 feet of rubber.”

#sorry britt has hardly any gif icons #gwen literally shut up lmFAO #( charlie. )

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hello loves!! its m and this is gwen who will probably drag tf out of any current day hufflepuff quidditch players im soz

BRITTANY O'GRADY? NO, THAT’S ACTUALLY GWENOG JONES FROM THE MARAUDERS ERA. YOU KNOW, THE CHILD OF EMRYS JONES AND ALIMA SAWADOGO? ABOUT TO BEGIN SEVENTH YEAR, THIS HUFFLEPUFF STUDENT IS SIDED WITH THE NEUTRALS. SHE IDENTIFIES AS CISFEMALE AND IS A HALFBLOOD WHO IS KNOWN TO BE OBDURATE, BRUSQUE, AND RECKLESS BUT ALSO CORDIAL, DEVOTED, AND JOCULAR. — &&. 

at first glance, gwen is pretty well put together with good grades and her spot in the slug club (well ofc she needs to stay on the team and make a good example, she’s the captain)

then you look over at the hufflepuff table and shes got two carrots shoved under her top lip at dinner and she’s doing a hilarious job of miming out a fight between a walrus and a grindylow that she swears she once witnessed when she was visiting relatives in ireland and leaving all her mates at the table in stitches.

she has a few authority issues and a chip on her shoulder that means it’s a wonder her quidditch pads even stay on; if the constantly scabby knees, broom calloused palms and the swearing like an auror aren’t enough to tip you off, she really doesn’t care what you think of her.

very unashamedly vocal and candid about issues she views as important and headstrong when it comes to defending her friends, just a bit impulsive sometimes that’s all.

she’s actually very serious about quidditch and her team, mama badger will defend her babies even if some nearly all of the members tower over her tiny five foot three frame.

her mum went to uagadou school of magic so wandless magic was a very normal part of gwen’s life growing up. she still doesnt quite understand how her mum, living full time in the sahara conserving desert creatures ended up marrying the most non-magical of all muggles ironically named emrys and living in boggy, damp wales. 

she was unable to declare herself an order member despite strong feelings about blood purity as her mother already had a target on her back for being a pureblood blood-traitor. she has many muggle relatives on her dads side and she couldn’t risk them being attacked because of her affiliation. 

shes also got a pet rat called barnabus who she is very protective of, like really she loves the little guy to bits.

so that’s all ive got for now i’d love to plot so hmu or like this post!!

#( out of clubs. ) #erasintro