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The Wrong Girlfriend

(Script written by @nerdie-faerie, Padma and Parvati played by @desi-cosplays, Seamus played by @devilwearsmadammalkins, and Lavender played by @askaliceprewett)

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The Patil twins are gathered in the boys’ dormitory with Dean as they attempt to help Seamus with his spellwork so that it doesn’t end in a total fiery inferno. But it seems that they’re meddling has had unforeseen consequences.

Padma: Because I didn’t expect to end up in my sister’s body, you twat!

Especially my sister’s!

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Dean and Seamus are buried in textbooks and tomes - half of which they’d borrowed from an exasperated Hermione - when the Patil twins burst back in. Padma looks positively furious while Parvati trails behind her in a sulk.

FIN

#hp rp #aahhh so cuteeee

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{Crowley by the beautiful @loonyloopycaytlin }

{Aziraphale by Me}

{Based on this text post by @trashcanniballecter }

#aaahhh so cute #good omens

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How To Train Your Redhead: Part 1

(( OOC: Tonks played by: @sirussly )) 

*Grimmauld place is filled with laughter and chatter. The Order has gathered for a Christmas Eve party, attempting to set the war aside for one night as they enjoy each other’s company*

Tonks: *talks animatedly, her expressions becoming more and more ridiculous as the story progresses*

Remus: *struggling to keep his composure, his grin nearly taking up his entire face*

*the door opens and several heads turn to see who the new arrival is*

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#this is so cute i can´t even

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Harry: *looking with wonder at the Marauder’s Map* Is that really…?

Fred: Dumbledore.

George: In his study.

Fred: Pacing.

George: Does that a lot.

Harry: So… what do the other professors do in their spare time?

Fred: Well, we’ve seen Flitwick’s dot hopping up and down in his office loads of times… figured he had some hidden passion for aerobics, but turns out Peeves just likes to drop his wand onto shelves he can’t quite reach.

George: Then there’s Snape. Creeps about at night quite a bit, which isn’t a surprise, but after we noticed him in the Trophy Room a few times, we went down one night to see what he was up to. He was changing your dad’s name to “Rotter” on all his Quidditch awards. 

Harry: HEY!

Fred: No worries, we set them right whenever he does it.

George: Man’s got to have a hobby.

Fred: Sprout sleepwalks, we reckon. Watched her bumping into the greenhouse wall for 30 minutes one night. Lupin goes for a long jog in the Forbidden Forest once a month, it’s a bit odd. 

Harry: And McGonagall?

George: You know old mum. Standard stuff. Classroom, office, Great Hall one minute… 

Fred: …climbing the drapes, chasing birds, tipping over cups in the kitchens the next.

#harry potter

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Simple Math

Based on this text post by @platform9and3quartrs

Remus played by the lovely @tired-lupin

#hp rp #nice

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Imagine if Dudley did have a magical child though.

He and Harry haven’t spoken since ‘I don’t think you’re a waste of space’ and he’s matured enough to realise his parents were not good to Harry, especially since the birth of his own little girls because God forbid anything happened to him and they were treated like Harry was.

On Daisy Dursley’s eleventh birthday theres a knock on the door and his wife, Anita, just stares and he feels his stomach drop because the stern lady on the doorstep is wearing a cloak and pointed hat.

They listen to the woman - Professor McGonagall - explain and Anita is surprised but receptive, Daisy is excited and Dudley is terrified of what this means.

It’s a surprise to his wife and little girl when at the end of her explanation, while Daisy’s flicking through a book with moving pictures and Anita peers over her shoulder, Dudley blurts out ‘it’s safe now then? Your world?’

Professor Mcgonagall gives a wry smile and assures him that the magical world is indeed safe. It dawns on him that she was expecting this, that she’d perhaps researched him and was aware of his relation to Harry.

He then admits to Anita and Daisy that his cousin is a wizard, before turning to the Professor and asking if she by chance knows a Harry Potter. Looking amused, professor Mcgonagall acknowledges that she does.

’D'you know where he lives?’

That does surprise her a bit, and she tells him that yes, she knows and that though Daisy’s acceptance into the school has been confidential up until this point, Harry would likely not mind a visitor if he wanted a word.

Daisy begs to come along and he relents eventually, bringing Anita and their youngest, Poppy, along.

All four of them stand on the doorstep of a modest house that Dudley would call nice if there weren’t squat little creatures snickering and running around the front garden.

The door is opened by a slouching boy with turquoise hair who arches a purple eyebrow at them. He yells over his shoulder for someone named Ginny and steps back to let them in, and, when he notices Daisy staring at his hair, he smirks and a second later it’s bubblegum pink.

Daisy squeals in delight and Dudley is still trying to get his head around that when young girl and boy around Daisy’s age with bright red hair and thick brown curls respectively, hurtle down the corridor.

‘Teddy you promised you’d practice the sloth grip roll with us!’ The girl yells in an accusatory tone.

A woman with hair the same shade of flaming red as the little girl appears with what Dudley recognises as a wand in her hand as the boy with blue hair flashes a grin at them before chasing the two younger children outside to a shout of ‘No higher than the treetops Teddy!’

Harry is much like Dudley remembers him, lanky with a pointed face, straight nose and mess of untameable black hair. It’s awkward, but, apparently forewarned, Harry greets him pleasantly and introduces his wife before Ginny goes outside to reign in a gaggle of children he assumes aren’t all Harry’s.

A woman with thick, bushy hair pulled into a messy bun with a wand stuck in it smiles and makes an effort to talk to Anita. She’s not too strange, he thinks, and reassures them that her parents were just as baffled when they found out she was a witch.

‘Why don’t you take Daisy outside to see the broomsticks, Al?’ Harry suggests to Daisy’s obvious delight and Dudley swears Harry’s trying not to laugh.

By the end of the visit Dudley is more informed about the wizarding world than he ever thought he would or wanted to be. Daisy, with a bruise on her forehead and scraped knees, because despite both his and Harry’s warning she hadn’t been able to resist trying to fly, is bouncing off the walls because ‘daddy how could you not tell us?!’

They visit Harry’s a lot over summer and Daisy befriends Lily Luna Potter and Hugo Weasley. Dudley doesn’t feel up to the trip to Diagon Alley but regrets his decision to not go when Daisy comes back with two owls, ‘uncle Harry bought the second one for me! So you can write without having to wait for me to send my owl!’

Petunia Dursley faints when she finds out, and Vernon spends a good half hour cursing and brandishing things aimlessly before retreating to his shed.

Dudley being introduced to what he calls ‘all those bloody gingers’ some of whom are only just on the right side of civil to him (one cheerfully introduces himself as someone who once visited his childhood home in a flying car and asks if he’s going to need to do the same for Daisy or will she be allowed to attend without punishment).

Daisy is shocked to find out Harry’s famous, and finds out as much as she can about him during her first term, which she relays to an increasingly guilty feeling Dudley, who’s gradually coming around to the idea.

It’s not as bad as his parents made out it was. He’s learned to understand Daisy’s ramblings about her subjects and spells and is proud of her achievements at school. He’s met a handful of witches and wizards through Harry and the world that he’s always been told is terrible doesn’t seem too bad anymore, after all, how could it with his little girl in it? He is prepared come excitable little Poppy’s eleventh birthday, for her to join her sister at Hogwarts instead of standing jealously on the platform as she leaves.

Poppy Dursley never gets a letter.

#loooove this

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#san francisco #cool

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#ugh #traveling

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(OOC: I’ve never connected so completely with someone the way I have with Miller. She is arguably, my closest friend.

Metaphorically.

Literally however, she’s pretty damn far away.

Over the course of the next few weeks I’ll be rebloging all of the content I’ve made with Miller to help bring attention to this campaign.

Guys, I wanna take Miller to prom. I want to spend hours just dancing with her. But… Miller and I are both about to start college so money is a bit tight.

We don’t need a lot. Just enough for a plane ticket.

Please please, consider giving if you can. If you can’t, please signal boost this post.

I love Miller so so much, it would mean the world to both of us if you helped us. Thank you.)

#get miller and cori to prom #yyeeees #please

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a set if hp bookmarks i’ll have for melbourne supanova next weekend! one (1) boy for each book 

#harry potter #amazing #fanart

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Fresh Pickled Toad

((Ginny Weasley played by the absolutely wonderful @stjernfaerie 

Tom Riddle played by me, this is also for my current milestone!!! Thank you guys for sticking with my dork ass self!!))

#oh my #this explains a lot #this is amazing

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Happy International Women’s Day

Here’s to strong women. May we know them,

may we be them,

may we raise them.

Luna Lovegood: @metamorph-magus Minerva McGonagall: @sirussly Nymphadora Tonks: @claud-illich Padma Patil: @desicosplay Parvati Patil: @desicosplay Lavender Brown: @tired-lupin Andromeda Tonks: @mymischiefisnevermanaged Ginny Weasley: @scamandergenes Hermione Granger: @dontthinkonithermione Fleur Delacour: @jenlizrose Lily Luna Potter: @gayslytherinbitch Rose Granger Weasley: @meganhufflepuffrp Victoire Weasley: @sleepyandwitchy

#yeeess #lovely ladies

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Okay but to expound on my deaf!Harry post…

- Dumbledore contacts Lupin before Harry attends Hogwarts and has him learn sign language and hires him as an interpreter for Harry during classes

- Snape: “are you listening to me potter?”

Harry, speaking to the best of his ability: “to be fair I can’t listen to anyone, however I was, in fact, paying attention”

-Hermione tirelessly helping Harry with speech and pronunciation so he can get spells right

-Ron aggressively trying to learn sign language to communicate with Harry and he’s so embarrassed he can’t get the hang of it at first but Harry thinks it’s the nicest thing anyone has ever done for him because what are friends??

-Draco, mouthing: “I hate you”

Harry, misreading hate as date: “If you wanted a date you should have said something sooner.”

-Harry signing rude things at Umbridge.

Umbridge: “What did he say!?”

Lupin: “he said you’re charming.”

-The entire Weasley family learning basic sign language for whenever Harry is with them, making him feel more at home since the Dursley’s never made a decent effort with it.

- McGonagall aware of Harry’s condition from observation at the Dursley’s prepared and learned sign language and signs when she can during her class, allowing Lupin the occasional break.

McGonagall: “You’re not sneaky Mr. Weasley; I very well know what you just signed.”

- Voldemort monologuing in sign language

Harry: “I’m sorry I don’t understand, I’m blind.”

Voldemort: “??????”

#lol #love this so much

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Halloween is a time for children to be with other children. So when the holiday arrived, James and Lily hesitantly dropped Harry off with a family friend so that he could play with someone his age. They were both understandably nervous as they watched their fifteen-month old wobble around the unfamiliar kitchen, his eyes lit up as the other children eagerly showed him their palace. 

They knew that they shouldn’t take this big of a risk with the prophecy. Why had they listened to Sirius? Oh, right, because Remus had agreed. And James had nodded and had said, “If we’re going to keep Harry alive, we might as well give him a life.” And Lily had smiled and had given in. Still, she clung onto her husband, as they watched their child disappear into a crowd of hyperactivity.

“Not to worry, dears,” said the smiling matriarch, giving them both a hug. “He’ll be perfectly safe on my watch.”

And she was right.

When Voldemort arrived that evening, Harry was perfectly safe.

Instead of James and Lily, it was another set of parents who died, leaving their family behind. A family that needed a home…

There was no question from Lily, no hesitation from James.

And if anyone happened to see Lily on the sidewalk, with red hair that was almost as fiery as her eyes, well, who wouldn’t assume that the seven gingers following her were her biological children?

#dudeeee

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Based on THIS text post from @its-hp-bitch.

…minutes earlier.

Ginny: Ok, bye Harry…I love you!

(OOC: I haven’t had much time to film new things, so I dug through some old footage and found this. Forgot I filmed it!

With Valentine’s coming, it’s kind of fitting since this is me in most romantic situations soooo…when in doubt, use finger guns?)

#hp rp #when in doubt use finger guns #nice advice

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The Cup Song (Hogwarts Remix)

#this is sooo lovely

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So I just had a thought

What if supernatural creatures don’t exist anymore? What if they did once, but through the years, they slowly mixed in with humans?

You can see the blood of fairies in the way a ballet dancer hovers in mid air before he or she hits the ground. You can see it in the way that middle school girl never forgets when someone makes her a promise. You can see it in how that one little boy in the kindergarten class seems more comfortable in the forest on that field trip than the others.

You can see the blood of dryads in hikers who never trip over roots. You can see it in that suburban grandmother never lets any of her garden die. You can see it in that one kid who climbs a tree faster than his friends, barely looking at the branches as he goes.

You can see the blood of naiads in the way a professional swimmer seems to command the water to help them. You can see it in how a cross country runner needs a water break more often than his teammates. You can see it in the way that one girl in your class always has a water bottle on her desk.

You can see the blood of mermaids in a surfer who can be tossed around underwater for a long time without drowning. You can see it in a teenage boy who doesn’t have to pretend to be unbothered by the pressure when he races his friends to the bottom of a swimming pool. You can see it in the little girl who wades into every stream she sees on a hike without quite knowing why.

You can see the blood of sirens in people who never have a problem with getting people to date them. You can see it in that soprano who can hit notes most of her fellows can only dream of. You can see it in the camp counselor who all the straight girls have a crush on, who can play guitar and sing better than any of the others.

You can see the blood of shapeshifters in the way an actor adjusts their personality to become their character with scary accuracy. You can see it in the subconscious, barely noticeable changes a tween girl’s eyes make to match her outfit better. You can see it in the way you always lose that one friend in a crowd if you’re not careful, because he’s just too good at blending in.

People who carry the blood of werewolves don’t change with the full moon anymore, but you can still see it in the way your best friend always knows something is wrong, though even they don’t know they’re smelling the changes in your body chemistry. You can see it in the way that one guy always seems to eat more than the reasonable amount of red meat at an all-you-can-eat buffet. You can see it in the way that one werido never has a problem when the teacher turns off the lights before a PowerPoint presentation because her eyes adjust quicker and better than yours.

The blood of supernatural creatures may have mostly faded away. But if you look closely, you can still see it.

#this is amazing