gcdqueens‌.

“yes, well, you and roger needed me. i wasn’t going to let you two down. i was good enough to get out there for the game and good enough to save you from dyin’ in front of the whole school because… well, roger was not prepared to get that snitch out of you…” she snorts and covers her face with both of her hands. “i’m surprised we all got back to our feet without breaking bones considering i hopped up on his broom with both of you. think that was a sight to see for everyone around us…” padma grins and sighs as she rubs her eyes.

she looks around and she hates this place when she has to stay here for her own health, but she was going to love taking care of people in here. “y’don’t have to stay the whole night, y’know? i just don’t want you goin’ back there and… isolating yourself,” she whispers, giving cho a sad expression. “you know ‘m always here, right?” padma nods her head, knowing her best friend was in a lot of pain.

    cho  matches  her  at  the  snort.  “  no  he  wasn’t   --  ”  she  laughs  ,  “  not  at  all.  ”  while  she  didn’t  have  much  of  a  part  to  play  during  the  game  ,  the  ending  hit  her  like  a  slap  to  the  face.  or  ,  she  supposes  ,  a  snitch  down  the  hatch.  “  i’ve  never  been  so  proud  of  the  team  before.  ”

    padma’s  next  words  catch  her  off  guard.  “  yeah  --  uh  ,  thanks  ,  paddy.  ”  but  ,  the  thing  was  ,  it  wasn’t  as  if  cho  didn’t  have  anyone.  cho  knew  she  had  people  she  could  turn  to.  it  was  just...  hard  for  her  to  formulate  words  to  say  when  all  she  wanted  to  do  --  when  all  she  could  do  was  cry.  “  i  ...  i  appreciate  you.  ”

enchantmcnts‌.

                ❝       I   JUST    —        ❞              what   does   he   say   here   ?        just   don’t   know   how   to   talk   to   people   in   a   normal   way   ?        the   way   this   conversation   is   going   ,     cho   already   knows   that   .

 ❝       i’m   just   tired   .        first   week   back   and   everything   .        how   are   you   settling   in   ?       ❞   

    so  ,  obviously  ,  neville  is  not  not  alright.  but  ,  his  awkwardness  earns  him  the  title  of  the  most  endearing  person  she’d  ever  met.  

    “  oh  ...  ”  she  croons.  “  that’s  too  bad.  ”  her  tone  is  sympathetic  ,  but  she  falls  a  bit  flat.  “  same  as  any  other  year.  trying  my  best.  ”

flvnts‌.

        “ you know damn well i am, ” he seethes, hissing the words out through his teeth. a victory, he’d thought, for certain — he should know better when it comes to pansy.

        the petulant frown on his face becomes more real, and he resists the urge to cross his arms over his chest. oh, how the tables have turned in such a short time. 

    she  relishes  in  the  small  victory  ,  barely  fighting  off  a  proud  smile  as  she  crosses  her  arms  smugly  across  her  chest.  “  and  who’s  the  crybaby  now  ?  ”  

    but  ,  despite  preening  at  her  victory  ,  she  let’s  him  have  it.  “  kidding.  ”  she’d  hate  him  to  have  a  hissy  fit  on  the  classroom  floor.  “  you’re  the  cutest.  ”

devotedtm‌.

mr finnigan isn’t known for delicacy, he had lost count of the amount of explosions he’d ignited – even with the tally he’d started. but, if there’s anything he shows care to it’s his guitar. he often touched it as though one wrong move and it could dissolve against his fingertips and that’s exactly how he’s holding it now. it was a present from his grandfather on his father’s side, and it’s his father who taught him how to play what he knew, before he continued on and progressed further than him. it’s not as though he anticipates going anywhere with it, it’s not as though he anticipates much of anything at all. living one second at a time, that was the way seamus finnigan went through life. he’s playing a familiar tune, humming over the soft vibrations, forgetting where he is entirely. he might sense a presence but he initially does nothing to convey it, too focused on the melody, not too fazed about disturbing anyone.

    “  y’know  ...  oasis  ?  ”  he  gives  the  gryffindor  a  grin  as  he  leans  himself  against  the  cobbled  walls  of  the  corrider.  “  can  you  play  wonderwall  ?  fuckin’  love  that  song.  ”

    while  he’s  unsure  how  cultured  seamus  is  (  in  other  words  ,  how  much  muggle  is  in  his  mixture  ?  )  ,  he’s  praying  to  the  heavens  that  he  knows  the  tune.  while  muggleborns  gravitated  to  muggleborns  ,  justin  was  always  on  the  look  out  for  others  he  could  persuade  to  the  darkside  of  muggle  culture  --  y’know  stuff  worth  rioting  over.  muggle  music  ,  and  candy  ,  and  pens.

flvnts‌.

        “ aw, pans, ” he croons, low and under his breath. “ does this mean you don’t love me anymore ? ” they’re just childish enough that he feels entitled to his victory lap, placing himself back in pansy’s good graces. 

        he coaxes his features into something sad, a pout surely worthy of her forgiveness. marcus struggles to keep a straight face, but it’s worth it. 

    she moves her head to meet his eyes -- throwing caution to the win -- as with an piqued brow , she mimics his crooning , “ aw , do you think you’re being cute ? ”

    and  ,  with the satisfied grin that blossoms on her face afterwards , it’s obvious that pansy relishes in throwing that at his sweet pout. 

idletvngues‌:

@hosepiping

he doesn’t feel like partying; given that the house he was supporting had lost. the only think worth celebrating is slytherin’s loss, and he’d rather spend his time in the hospital wing with his best friend than partying at the astronomy tower, and he’s hoping if he flashes his puppy-dog eyes at pomfrey, she’ll let him stay past the usual hours. he walks through and over to his friends, who looks like he’s just fell through the air (probably because he had, clever, ernie).

 “ you look like shit, man. ” he begins with a laugh. “ ravenclaw won the intramurals, slytherin weren’t happy ‘bout that, miserable buggers, they didn’t deserve to win anyway. ” it was karma, really, for playing dirty.  “ how you feeling ? ”

    a  large  grin  grows  on  his  face  as  ernie  manages  to  weasel  his  way  into  the  infirmary.  ernie was  a  true  friend  if  he’s  ever  had  one.  who  misses  celebrating  a  slytherin  loss  to  come  see  their  friend  in  the  infirmary  ? only the greatest of men.

    “  well  fuck  me  --  !  ”  he  exclaims  at  the  news  of  the  win.  “  can’t  believe  they  pulled  it  off.  ”  still  ,  he  can’t  help  but  begrudgingly  give  the  team  respect.  they  beat  slytherin  even  with  their  roughhousing  (  like  ,  honestly  ,  he’d  have  nightmares  of  flint  in  nights  to  come  ).  that  was  admirable.  “  i  can’t  say  i’m  not  jealous.  bet  they’re  partying  it  up  out  there.  ”

idletvngues‌.

draco hadn’t particularly been paying much attention; his thoughts preoccupied with the dark lords return - given that his father was trying to sway him to the cause, to convince him to join the death eaters, something he wasn’t particularly thrilled about, but far too scared to decline. “ huh ? ” he frowns, as he tunes in to the sound of pansy’s voice. “ oh, yeah. it’d be a lot more interesting if we actually found something new. or anything other than two snot nosed first years sucking face. ” he wasn’t too thrilled about that.

    momentarily  ,  her  steps  falter.  she’s  insecure  for  a  second  --  is  she  so  boring  that  she  can  barely  keep  her  friends’  attention  in  a  conversation  ?  no.  pansy  quickly  brushes  that  aside  as  she  furrows  her  brows.  “  are  you  alright  ?  ”  she  gives  draco  a  good  stare  down  as  her  eyes  narrow.  “  you  seem  ...  distracted.  ”

noctemtm‌.

                          theo  looked  up  when  she  spoke,  realizing  they  weren’t  actually  talking  about  what  he  intended.  eyes  moving  over  her  face,  wondering  if  he  forgot  what  it  was  like  to  be  with  her,  his  mouth  opened  to  speak  at  first  but  nothing  came  out.  it  was  supposed  to  be  his  attempt  to  get  them  to  move  on,  completely  from  one  another,  and  suddenly  theo  felt  his  heart  tug.  ❛  pansy,  i  –  ❜  he  stopped,  shoulders  falling  slightly  almost  in  defeat.  ❛  i  didn’t  mean  it  like  that.  i’m  trying  to  be..  supportive,  or  whatever  you’ll  call  it.  are  we  just  never  meant  to  be  friends  again?  ❜

    she  fucking  hates  this.  pansy’s  lips  press  into  a  thin  line  ,  embarrassed.  although  she  had   hoped  it’d  be  theo  all  along  ,  he  had  effectively  destroyed  any  hope  of  that  in  one  shattering  blow.  “  never  ever.  ”  merlin  —  how  could  she  ?  she’d  be  dead  before  she  acted  as  if  she  was  okay  with  being  just  friends.  some  people  could  pretend.  pansy  couldn’t.  she  needed  the  distance  --  out  of  sight  ,  out  of  mind.  “  give.  it.  back.  ”  she  says  darkly,  outstretching  her  palm.

noctemtm‌.

                          something  about  the  way  she  spoke,  the  broken  tone  that  wasn’t  defeat  more  than  tip  toeing  around.  crabbe  slowly  realized  that  he  was  having  an  effect  on  pansy.  how  in  the  bloody  hell  did  he  have  anything  on  her?  he  pulled  out  his  book,  making  a  show  of  opening  it  to  the  page  that  he  was  on  before  and  acting  like  he  was  going  to  read  it.  silence  passed,  only  maybe  a  solid  minute  of  it.  ❛  you  know…  if  you  want  to  just  go  for  a  quick  snog,  i’m  not  gonna  say  no.  ❜

    despite  her  heart  nearly  rocketing  out  of  her  chest  ,  she  disguises  her  excitement  with  a  scoff  ,  “  romantic.  ”  but  ,  pansy  might  as  well  agree.  it’s  not  as  if  she’ll  be  able  to  concentrate  on  her  work  with  vincent  so  close  to  her.  the  slytherin  tries  to  have  some  dignity  as  she  continues  to  waste  parchment,  writing  down  gibberish.  “  i’m  not  looking  for  a  quick  snog  ,  crabbe.  ”

noctemtm‌.

                          the  other  girl  reached  for  her  cup,  grasping  it  with  her  perfectly  painted  nails.  the  deep  blue  was  contrast  to  the  stark  white  of  the  mug  and  it  distracted  her  for  a  moment.  maybe  a  sign  to  what  she  would  read.  she  hummed  to  herself,  looking  at  the  bottom  of  the  cup  curiously.  the  leaves  left  behind  weren’t  covering  much,  actually  it  was  mainly  cup.  ❛  oh  good,  cho.  do  you  see  here?  ❜  she  tipped  the  cup  so  the  other  girl  could  look,  ❛  it’s  a  lot  of  clear  space,  showing  more  of  the  cup  than  leaves  which  is  good.  plus  you  see  the  bird?  ❜  luna  turned  the  cup,  putting  the  bird  into  better  perspective.  ❛  that’s  a  symbol  of  good  luck.  ❜

    every  muscle  in  her  body  is  tensed  as  luna  pulls  away  her  emptied  mug  --  afraid  that  the  other  ravenclaw  will  see  a  grim,  or  some  other  unholy  omen.  she’s  pleasantly  surprised.  “  oh  ,  ”  cho  gives  a  sigh  of  relief  at  that.  good  luck  was  nice.  everyone  needed  that.  “  thank  you  ,  luna.  ”  her  smile  is  soft  and  bright.  “  honestly  ?  i’ll  probably  need  a  lot  of  it  to  pass  divination  this  year.  ”

gcdqueens‌.

she’s still giggling and holds onto cho as much as she can. “noooo. i kissed you on the field! remember?” she snorts and covers her mouth with one of her hands and she chews on her lower lip. “i dunno where seamus went off to, but i didn’t… tell ‘im i didn’t feel well. i didn’t want ‘im to worry!” padma feels warm and she wrinkles up her nose before nodding. “pretty please,” the other whispers and leans into cho’s side. swallowing thickly, she could feel the dizziness beginning to settle in again.

by the time they reached the hospital wing, madame pomfrey was in a STATE. she rushed over, eyes wide and voice shrill. padma grimaces and covers her ears because all the noise was too much. she feels faint and when her knees buckle, pomfrey catches her and helps cho lead her over to a bed. padma giggled again and throws her arm over her eyes. “she’s s-so mad…” padma hiccuped and then pouted when pomfrey came over with a phial of potion. “i d-don’t…” before she could continue, the older woman was forcing it into her mouth and padma gagged, but she swallows it all.

“ca-can cho stay the night, madame pomfrey? p-please?” she whispers and the woman looked so close to protesting before saying only if ms. chang wanted to. padma nods and turns over under the blankets. “i’m proud of you, cho. you’re… a lot stronger than you give yourself credit for,” she whispers and squeezes her friend’s hand.

    madame  pomfrey’s  panic  --  although  warranted  --  was  a  little  too  intense  for  cho.  she  could  hardly  imagine  how  it  felt  for  poor  padma.  to  show  her  support  ,  she  lingers  by  her  housemate’s  bedside  as  the  nurse  essentially  force feeds  her  the  potion.  cho  can  barely  suppress  her  shudder  at  the  sight.  and  ,  while  miss  chang  decidedly  did  not  want  to  stay  ,  because  she  was  a  good  friend  ,  she  took  up  the  seat  next  to  padma’s  bedside  without  a  complaint.  

    “  not  at  all  ,  ”  cho  whispers  quietly  ,  squeezing  back  in  return.  “  i  wasn’t  the  one  playing  against  slytherin  with  a  concussion.  ”

sycophist‌.

a small smile tugs at tamsin’s lips when the ravenclaw takes her hands . she’s gives them a light squeeze in return . “ no . no , i know . “ her nose crinkles as she closes her eyes shut for a second . “ i know you did , i was just — “ breath hitching , she tilts her head to the side . “ i guess i was just worried . ” death , whether muggle or wix , was inevitable . but to lose a friend , who is there in one moment and suddenly gone in the next ? it is something one simply cannot prepare for . “ ugh , “ she groans , trying to shake off the morbidity of her thoughts . “ ced would hate this . “ she reminisces . “ us sulking around like a bunch o’ mopes . “

    despite  the  tears  obviously  welling  in  her  eyes  ,  a  laugh  bubbles  to  the  surface.  “  he  would  --  ”  she  agrees  ,  sniffling.  “  he  would  hate  this  a  lot.  ”  and  the  thing  is  ,  even  though  cho  knew  that  ,  she  could  never  stop  the  tears  from  trickling  down  her  face.  loss  was  funny  like  that.  “  i’ll  make  more  of  an  effort  ,  ”  she  promises  ,  taking  a  hand  back  to  wipe  away  the  tears  stubbornly  making  an  appearance.  “  pinky  swear.  ”

gcdqueens‌.

she’s squinting as she stumbles through the common room looking for her best friend. padma feels nauseous and she’s not sure it’s just from the alcohol she consumed. she wants to sleep so badly. her hand presses against the wall, “chooooo? cho? i think i do need to g-go back to the hospital wing. my head hurts and ‘m so dizzy. s’not the alcohol kind of dizzy, though. i even got sick… so that’s even worse. madame pomfrey is going to kill me.” padma pouts, but she clings onto cho’s arm and rests her head on her friend’s shoulder, ready to close her eyes.

more nausea and she’s up and bending over another waste paper bin, emptying out her stomach. she makes a face and rubs her eyes before she just starts walking in a direction, whether it was toward the hospital wing or not. “come on, choooooo…roger is a punk and didn’t stick ‘round. he said he would.” she pouts. “i kissed seamus finnigan,” she whispers and covers her mouth before leaning into cho’s side. / @hosepiping​

    she’d  put  away  her  wallowing  for  one  night  --  basking  in  ravenclaw’s  win.  see  ,  cho  knew  she’d  be  drinking  something  at  the  end  of  the  night  ,  but  she  assumed  she’d  be  beating  herself  up  over  their  loss.  truth  be  told  ,  cho  didn’t  think  she  had  it  in  her.  she  thought  she’d  be  the  reason  for  their  embarrassing  loss.  so  ,  tonight  she  drank  a  lot  in  honour  of  their  valiant  win.  cho  knocked ‘em back  until  she  was  knocked  out  in  the  corner  of  the  common  room.

    but  ,  to  her  credit  ,  cho  immediately  stirs  at  her  name  being  called  --  always  ready  to  help  a  friend.  quickly  she  hooks  an  arm  under  padma  ,  acting  as  a  crutch  for  the  concussed  chaser.  “  am  i  your  next  conquest  ?  ”  she  says  with  a  snort.  seamus  was  willing  to  kiss  sleeping  beauty  ,  but  hadn’t  been  chivalrous  enough  to  be  her  white  knight  ?  “  let’s  get  you  back  to  madame  pomfrey  ,  hm  ?  ”

noctemtm‌.

                          ❛  the  fact  that  you  think  i  need  to  do  well  on  my  OWLS  is  almost  laughable.  almost.  ❜  the  laugh  in  his  own  chest  was  quiet  as  he  shook  his  head,  shrugging  his  shoulders.  ❛  i’m  not  gonna  do  anything  remotely  academic  after  this,  pans.  we  both  know  that.  ❜  then  she  opened  to  him,  a  little  moment  of  seeing  her  weakness  and  crabbe  was  focused  on  her  again.  eyes  flashing  with  nothing  less  than  giddiness,  ❛  i  distract  you?  maybe  we  should  talk  more  about  that.  ❜

    “  ugh  --  ”  she  groans.  hesitantly  ,  pansy  moves  her  hand  away  ,  meeting  his  eyes  with  a  challenge.  “  let’s  not  ,  crabbe.  ”  her  voice  is  unnaturally  gentle  ,  uncharacteristically  lacking  the  usual  force  behind  her  words.  but  ,  despite  her  words  ,  he’s  nearly  got  her  wrapped  around  his  finger.  helplessly  ,  she suggests  ,  “  can’t  we  just  ...  sit  here  ,  and  study  in  silence  ?  ”

noctemtm‌.

                          theo  held  the  paper  back,  shaking  his  head  at  her  eagerness  to  take  it  back  and  clicking  his  tongue.  ❛  relax,  let  me  help  you.  ❜  he  pulled  out  his  own  quill,  reading  over  the  mess  that  she  had  written  and  started  to  fix  it.  it  was  easy  to  fix  when  you  had  magic  to  make  the  ink  previously  there  disappear.  ❛  so..  i  know  you  hate  it  when  i  ask  questions  but.  ❜  his  lips  pulled  into  a  large  grin,  taking  the  moment  alone  with  his  ex  to  ask.  ❛  what  is  this  about  you  and  vincent  then?  moving  on  from  me  so  quickly,  i’m  hurt.  ❜    theo  wasn’t  truly  hurt,  he  had  a  deep  love  for  pansy  that  would  probably  never  leave,  but  he  just  wanted  her  to  be  happy.  even  if  she  didn’t  believe  it.

    while  pansy  hates  asking  for  help  ,  she  hates  low  grades  even  more.  so  ,  she  suffers  through  this  wretched  interrogation.  “  you’re  right.  ”  her  face  is  stoic  ,  but  the  anger  burning  behind  her  eyes  is  clear.  “  i  hate  questions.  ”  pansy  crosses  her  arms  over  her  chest  as  she  goes  quiet.  she  isn’t  even  sure  she’ll  answer  the  question  until  finally  ,  she  meets  his  eyes.  “  two  years  isn’t  fast.  ”  she’d  rather  snog  a  dementor  than  talk  about  her  feelings.  because  feelings  were  annoying  and  inconvenient.  because  even  though  they  were  done  and  over  with  ,  she  still  cared  about  and  loved  theo.  because  it  was  weird  to  move on  from  her  first  boyfriend.  even  if  she did  have  growing  feelings  for  crabbe.

noctemtm‌.

                          crabbe  took  that  as  his  invitation  to  join  her  then.  collecting  his  books  and  moving  to  her  table,  his  cheeky  grin  perfectly  in  place  as  he  immediately  started  to  lean  over  the  table  to  talk  to  her.  the  excuse  that  they  were  meant  to  keep  quiet  in  the  library.  ❛  you’d  never  sit  with  that  girl  in  a  million  years,  but  if  i  recall,  you  tend  to  enjoy  sitting  with  me.  ❜  head  tilted  to  the  side,  ❛  why  would  i  do  my  work  when  you’re  right  here?  ❜

    while  butterflies  explore  the  expanse  of  her  stomach  ,  pansy  disguises  that  with  a  roll  of  her  eyes.  “  slander  ,  ”  she  quips.  “  lies  and  slander.  ”  but  ,  she  moves  her  chair  over  to  make  room  for  him  as  the  table  anyway.  “  because  you  need  to  do  well  on  your  O.W.L.S.  ?  ”  her  tone  is  impatient  ,  but  she  stares  into  his  eyes  for  second  too  long.  momentarily  frazzled  ,  she  waves  a  hand  ,  severing  their  eye  contact.  “  stop  distracting  me.  ”

⋆ ◦ ° * ✧ ryan potter. cismale. he/him. — hogwarts welcomes you back, ( justin finch - fletchley ) ! the ( twenty ) year old ( fourth year ) who was sorted into ( hufflepuff ), that is. rumor has it they’re known for being ( + trusting ) as well as ( - gullible ). but that won’t stop them from being ( dumbledore's army ). 

HOLLA FOR A DOLLA ! lets meet me soft nug who had his Debut during the intramurals when he was Carting wheeling in the mf Air

justin was born to naomi finch and joseph fletchley , both natural , ordinary muggles. his mum was a housewife with little to do and his dad was some sort of bigwig at the bank -- someone with money and power.

growing up , he was a proper boy who went to church and read his books and ate his vegetables. if he lived the life his mother had wanted for him , he’d’ve finished at eaton , and gone to school for accounting , and probably live out the same life as his father

but !! things did not pan out like that. by some miracle , on his sixteenth birthday, justin finch-fletchley received his hogwarts owl. by some other miracle , his parents allowed him to go. and then , the final miracle he’d been blessed with was being sorted into the house of hufflepuff. 

but , the blessings stopped there. at some point after that ( today ) , the mighty saviour was like , ‘ f -- you , justin finch-fletchley. you’ve had it too good. ’ and like , He was right. he did. but like , he didn’t have to have marcus flint push him out of the fucking sky. 

anyway , thanks to that , justin is currently living his best life in the infirmary (-: stay tuned for more details , folks