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nevillelongsbottom · 6 years

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this must be the place - a birthday playlist for @rogerdvies

viktor is a new student from bulgaria and ron has been entrusted as his buddy; but viktor is also a legendary rugby player, and ron's a massive fan

Detroit - Gaz Coombes Viktor arrives from Bulgaria - he takes a taxi to his new flat, admiring the country he’s moved to, and spends his day unpacking.

Ralphie - Post Animal Viktor is assigned Ron as his “buddy” and guide, and Ron introduces Viktor to the school.

Nobody Really Cares If You Don’t Go To The Party - Courtney Barnett Ron takes Viktor out at the weekend and introduces him to all the joys of town, from McDonald’s to the skate park to the shop where the local emo population congregate.

This Must Be The Place (Naive Melody) - Talking Heads Ron is invited by Viktor to go and watch him play rugby, and Ron’s completely enraptured.

California - on Dead Waves Ron can’t get Viktor and his performance out of his head and pesters his siblings all day with how great Viktor is.

Dearest - Buddy Holly Ron walks to school, still smitten, as Fred, George, and Ginny tease him.

Close to Me - The Cure A little uncertainly, Ron buys Viktor’s lunch with all his pocket money, takes him to sit in the nicest spot in the school garden, and bashfully asks him out.

1914 - Florist Viktor runs away from Ron, and Ron decides to leave school early and take the bus to visit his brother Charlie.

Age of Consent - Cayetana Charlie takes Ron on a road trip to make him feel better, including a stopover at the Waffle House.

Egyptian Reggae - Jonathan Richman & The Modern Lovers Ron tries to resume life without letting on to his siblings that he’s upset and has been rejected.

Eugene - Sufjan Stevens Viktor finds Ron at lunchtime and apologises to him for running; he’s not good with words, so instead kisses Ron in the shadow of the trees in the schoolyard.

Edward 40hands - mom jeans. Time goes by; Viktor becomes increasingly comfortable with Ron and is able to speak easier, and Ron can’t get enough of spending time with him.

Destroyed by Hippie Powers - Car Seat Headrest Ron takes Viktor along to one of Lee Jordan’s legendary house parties.

Everywhere - Fleetwood Mac Lee’s music taste is eclectic as hell; Viktor and Ron share a very cheesy dance, where it becomes obvious that they really and truly do love each other unequivocally.

Stop Smoking (We Love You) - Car Seat Headrest Viktor walks Ron home.

Clash The Truth - Beach Fossils Ron and his siblings have a weekend at the beach, and Viktor joins them at Ron’s invitation and treats them all to ice cream.

Breathless - Diet Cig Ron visits Viktor’s flat and helps him decorate it so that it’s more lively.

Cape Cod Kwassa Kwassa - Vampire Weekend Ron confidently asks Viktor to the school dance, knowing that they’re both happy to be out in public together; he thinks this’ll be a great opportunity to have fun.

Bronte - Gotye Viktor gets ready for the dance, but is nervous about being public with his feelings.

Second Chance - Peter Bjorn and John Ron and Viktor are rejected at the door for being a same-sex couple when the school disallow this; Ron, not taking this for an answer, takes Viktor out for chips and a wander.

Mystery of Love - Sufjan Stevens Settled by a fountain in the town centre, Viktor tells Ron as confidently as he can that it doesn’t matter if they’re not at the dance because he’s with Ron and that’s what matters to him the most.

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azkabqn · 6 years

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Pansy Parkinson

”But, he's there! Potter's there! Someone grab him!"

#Look who finally put up a new edit #pansy #pansy parkinson #slytherin #slytherin pride #slytherin things #hp edits #edits #hp edit #harry potter #magicfolk #harrypotternetwork #magicnetwork #secretsofslytherin #ginniewheezie #meraudurs #userleochampagne #userliv #jilys

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hermioneganger · 7 years

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hermione granger ;

#mine #hermione granger #hp #moodboards #usersiruisblack #jillys #nviles #userleochampagne #usertash #userjilys #jilyss

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rogerdvies · 6 years

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ROGER DAVIES

“The world got so lonely and the paper and pen became my two best friends ‘cause Romeo and Ariel understood me.”

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georqeweazley · 6 years

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Oliver Wood (born c.1975 or 1976) was a Scottish wizard who was the Keeper and Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team. He was known for his determination and skill on the playing field, and his long lectures before practices.

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charmainsbaker · 7 years

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@hogwartsschoolnet hogwarts challenge: 1/8 students/alumni

[slytherin member content]

an uncommonly kind woman

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winterjilys · 7 years

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the black sisters: “We—Narcissa and I—have never set eyes on our sister since she married the Mudblood.”

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marlenekinnon · 7 years

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« only one will go down in history »

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viktorprotectionnet · 7 years

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"Harry had never seen anyone fly like that; Krum hardly looked as though he was using a broomstick at all; he moved so easily through the air that he looked unsupported and weightless."

VIKTOR KRUM PROTECTION NET

Do you love the Bulgarian seeker Viktor Krum? Do you think that he is often forgotten or underappreciated and that he deserves more love and recognition? Do you dream of staring longingly into his eyes and telling him how much you love him? Then this is the place for you: ViktorProtectionNet is a network for fellow bloggers who love Viktor Krum.

WHAT WE’RE LOOKING FOR:

friendly, active bloggers who have a genuine appreciation for the Bulgarian bonbon that is Viktor Krum

bloggers who are willing to participate in network events, whether it is creating content or reblogging it with supportive tags and sharing the Viktor Krum love

blogs that post at least 50% harry potter content - it doesn’t have to be a harry potter-only blog

TO APPLY:

must be following the admins léo and teresa

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reblog this post (likes are for bookmarks only)

fill out this application form

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PERKS OF BEING A PART OF THE NET:

you get to be a part of a community that shares the love of a common character, Viktor Krum, and who will be nonjudgmental and supportive of your love for him

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OTHER INFORMATION:

applications close on august 22nd.

members will be announced on august 28th by latest.

we will be accepting between 10-15 members during this first application process.

#hpnetwork #viktorprotectionnet #viktor krum #charlieweasey #userleochampagne #vveirdsisters #chrlieweasleys #biharry #bisexualgeorgeweasley #longgbottom #member application

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azkabcn-archive · 7 years

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Satisfied, a Romione fanfiction; Part 1/1

This has been done for a very special member of my Harry Potter family. It's her birthday today and she deserves something really special. Charlotte, @charlotteweasley, my sister in everything but blood (especially in heart ilysm), I bring you Satisfied. I hope you're *satisfied* with the result ;)

PSA: my first time writing Romione so like, cut me some slack, yah?

''Mione,' l murmur.

She hums in response from her place at the window.

'The war's over. He's gone.' I'm still in shock.

I see a ghost of a smile grace her lips. 'It's been over for three years, Ron,' she says with a laugh.

I put my Chudley Cannons magazine on the bedside table and go to join her. 'Yeah, I know. I still can't believe it sometimes.'

She chuckles and turns on the spot so her arms lay around my neck. 'I know where you're coming from. I haven't felt this peaceful since before first year.' I hug her back and close my eyes, my cheek resting against her hair.

It's at times like this that I truly get to appreciate Hermione Granger and the love we share. When we understand that we were so close to not having any of this. That we were going to lose everything if it weren't for Harry and his bravery.

I hear a flutter of wings and a tiny patter of feet landing on the windowsill. Hermione turns her back to me and breathes out, 'It's Remus.'

Sure enough, Harry's Tawny owl looks up at us, innocently waiting for us for untie the roll of parchment.

I take the letter from him and unroll it, Hermione reading over my shoulder.

Ron, Hermione,

Harry and I hope you're well. It's been a while since we've seen you, what with work and things being busy. Hopefully, we can all take a break and meet up at The Burrow. We'd like that.

Anyway, we have... news. Harry proposed to me! We're engaged! Wedding planning won't begin until a few months' time; I guess we're content to leave things as they are for now and take it slow. We've not told Mum or Dad yet cause we thought telling the five (ohmygosh how I miss you, dear Fred) of you first would be the best. Or something. I don't know.

So yeah. That's us. Hopefully we'll see you soon. Missing you both.

Love,

Ginny x

I gape at the letter. I can't believe it. Harry's only gone and beat me to it. I lost the bet. His words, 'I bet you five galleons that the time will feel right for you two first, Ron. I bet you. I'm not good at... at love,' run through my brain and it makes me laugh to see how wrong he was.

I have been meaning to do it. Soon. But it just... hasn't felt right. I want to make sure we're work-and-hassle-free, that Hermione feels truly at peace.

I turn to my girlfriend to see she's scribbling at a furious pace on another piece of parchment (she does read a lot faster than I do.). I catch the words 'congratulations,' and 'happy for you,' and 'meet soon,' before she rolls it up and gives it to Remus to carry in his beak.

'Take it to Ginny, okay?' she explains softly as she strokes his feathers.

As the owl flies off, Hermione turns to me. 'They're engaged,' she says.

I smirk. 'I read the letter, 'Mione.'

She stares at me until I slowly crumble under her gaze. 'You're wondering when it's our turn, aren't you?' I sigh, running a hand through my hair.

'What? No! No, Ron, honestly—'

I raise an eyebrow. 'You're not?' I can't keep the surprise from lacing my tone.

'Of course not, silly.' She takes my hands in hers and the fond, soft smile that I've grown so used to never leaves her face. 'When the time is right, it'll happen. For now I'm content to just know that you're mine and I do have a future with you because I love you.'

I smile back, unable to stop the rapid beating of my heart. 'You definitely have a future with me. I'm yours and I'm not going anywhere,' I whisper. I take my hand to her cheek and feel her lean into my touch. 'I love you, Hermione Granger.'

Our lips meet; slowly, gently, softly, and I can't help but feel that the right time is coming. As we stand there, bodies entwined, I know. I know it'll happen.

I guess we're satisfied to leave things as they are for now and take it slow.

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olivunders · 6 years

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dsfjhdsagjkfhgsdkjf i cannot believe that i reached 1k?? im so?? wow?? thank u so much u guys i’m honestly very shocked and happy about this,, ive been very distant from most my social media lately due to personal things and some mental health matters (that are slowly getting better, sucks but my brain needs some serious help) so this is just such a surprise and im really so happy and grateful that y’all are here !!

sO since i hit 1k (still think its fake but man woah), ive decided to do a celebration !!

rules:

must be following this wilty sunflower

reblog this post (likes don’t count sorry!)

send me an ask with the best thing about your day + one of these:

★ favourite character/pairing (from hp, raven cycle, soc, sherlock, dw, mcu, studio ghibli only thanks!) for an edit

ϟ with your name and favourite character/pairing for a personalised playlist edit (same fandoms as above)

☽ favourite character/pairing (same fandoms) + a prompt for a character study/ short fic

im also so sorry if i dont end up getting to yours soon as i mentioned before i am going through a rough patch with my mental state atm and know that i’ll get to everything eventually !! love u lovelies and thank you again !!

only send one of the above please, thank you!

blacklist #sandcelebrates if you don’t want spam!

#i honestly cant believe #wow #milestone #sandcelebrates #ahhhh 1k #azkabqn #charlotteweasley #userneville #userleochampagne #usercao #userreanna #hogwartshousenet

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nevillelongsbottom · 6 years

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records at breakfast pairing: charlie x rolf x neville wc: 2570 radio show playlists: charlie and neville, luna and rolf

“That was Paracetamol by Declan McKenna - yes, we haven’t forgotten about him - and that means it’s time for us to wrap up now! As ever, thanks for tuning in, don’t forget to eat breakfast, and have a great day. We’re Charlie and Neville, this has been Don’t you forget about milk on KILV, and we’ll leave you on Why Didn’t You Say That? by The Lemon Twigs; Luna Lovegood and The 12” menagerie on next. See you on Wednesday, Ilvermorny!”

Neville is already waiting by the door when Charlie exits the claustrophobic radio booth, wrapped up with a scarf, smiling lightly, as if he might break by smiling too wide. “That went well,” he says.

“Twitter’s pretty happy about the Glen Hansard song; I think we might’ve unleashed some fans,” Charlie laughs, pulling on his coat and waving to Luna; he always half-wonders if she shouldn’t be hosting a TV show instead, with her wildly eccentric clothes and strawberry earrings. “Hey, isn’t her co-host meant to start today? Where are they?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t seen anyone,” Neville shrugs, glancing around; just as he’s about to step out to look for the mystery guest, he appears in a flurry of billowing cardigan, wild-eyed and with hair fluffed in various directions. He’s slightly tall, gangly, and shifts restlessly from foot to foot, staring right at Neville and also right through him. “There he is,” Neville says, sounding only mildly surprised.

“I got the lineup changed,” the boy gasps. “Can’t… start with… Rock Me Like a Hurricane…” He wheezes, taking a few hits of a small blue inhaler before straightening up. “Oh my God, you’re Charlie and Neville.”

“That’s us,” Charlie says cheerily. “You must be Luna’s co-host. Nice to meet you; good luck with her.”

“Yeah, I’m Rolf,” he says, running a hand through his hair. “Oh, please help me. Her music choice is off the wall and I haven’t heard a single good thing on campus about the show. It took me half an hour just to try and sort out today’s show.”

Charlie laughs. “You free after your show?” Rolf nods. “Meet me at Starbucks then, and I’ll try and sort something out for you. Nev’s got classes, or he’d help, I’m sure.”

“Okay,” Rolf says, turning to the door, pausing for a brief moment to turn. “White Light Doorway is an okay opener, right?”

“Absolutely perfect,” Charlie agrees, trying to stifle his amusement as Rolf enters the studio, a rabbit in the headlights. “Aw, he’s sweet. Here’s hoping he won’t get steamrolled by our dearest Luna.”

Neville clicks his tongue. “I wish we’d opened with Florist.”

“You know, I’d never actually heard of these guys until I heard their song in a movie, but I’ve got a feeling you’ll be hearing more of them at breakfast now - that movie is Suburban Gothic, very trippy, check it out; this is Such a Bore by Bass Drum of Death on KILV.”

Charlie leans back in his chair, glancing over at Neville as he shifts his headphones down to his neck. “So, heard the consensus on Rolf and Luna?”

“Everyone I’ve spoken to says they’re brilliant and that Rolf has completely improved the show,” Neville beams, trying to resist the urge to jump out of his seat. “I recorded a few to listen to, and they really are great, aren’t they?”

“Rolf’s sorted the music front, that’s for sure,” Charlie grins.

“What did you even tell him that day? I couldn’t have helped much; I mean, we just play what we like, don’t we?”

“I don’t play everything I like,” Charlie shrugs. “I try to keep it morning appropriate. No one wants to wake up to PUP. But I told him to try and build blocks between songs, as if he were making a playlist: don’t just jump from one extreme to another, but try and flow from one to the other. I also told him to check out what the rest of us play if he wanted to think about radio cohesiveness, but since Pansy and Blaise at six and Sirius on Thursday afternoons don’t, it doesn’t really matter.”

“I like Pansy and Blaise’s show,” Neville muses. “They play cool stuff.”

“Yeah, so I said it wasn’t too much of an issue,” Charlie nods. “It’s swings and roundabouts, I think, as to what Rolf goes for every day. But it’s working pretty well; yesterday’s show was so good someone put all the music on Spotify.” He puts his headphones back on, takes a moment to check Twitter, and leans back into the microphone. “That was Love in the 4th Dimension by The Big Moon followed by Beach Slang and Punks in a Disco Bar. We asked you earlier to text in about your favourite new release. Thoughts, Neville?”

“The right answer to this is The OOZ by King Krule and I’m glad to see that Ernie Macmillan agrees with me,” he jokes. “Though I think Beck’s latest was good, too; it’s getting a lot of airplay on The 12” menagerie, so remember, don’t switch off after we’re done and support our friends, too.”

Neville’s afternoons are usually filled with classes, but Charlie has some time to himself after the show which he usually spends studying and either listening to something on Spotify or listening out to Luna and Rolf.

It’s to his surprise, then, when they’re doing a show on crushes featuring text-ins when Rolf admits, the blush audible in his thick accent, to having a crush on “Charlie from the show before us” before dedicating Walking on a Dream to him.

“I know this is totally one-sided,” he says over the airwaves, “but he’s so nice, and he has great music taste - well, that puts me in agreement with most of the campus, for once…”

Charlie fumbles for his phone and shoots a message off to Neville, his stomach doing acrobatics with glee.

(In no world does Charlie expect Neville to send a text in to Rolf and Luna proclaiming his love for Charlie; Rolf’s response to this is Beck’s Debra, which he plays, he says “ironically”.)

It’s not in Charlie’s vested interest to host a breakfast show with someone who has feelings for him without discussing those feelings first, and so he meets Neville for pizza in the Italian restaurant by the student apartments, laughing to himself as he hears Pansy’s dulcet tones over the stereo.

“I’m sorry,” Neville says immediately. “I’ve made things difficult for you; I’m so sorry…”

“No,” Charlie says, vigorously, leaning across the table. “I’m glad you told me, cause truth be told, I kinda like you too. It’s just that I like Rolf, too, and the idea that I have to somehow make a choice between you is…” He trails off, not entirely sure where he’s going or if it’s stupidly selfish; he’s never been the target of anyone’s public affection, never mind two people at once, and he wishes there was a handbook on this kind of thing.

“Maybe you don’t have to choose,” Neville suggests, leaning in reciprocally and lowering his voice. “I’ve heard about multiple people dating before, and maybe - maybe we could try it.”

“You think you’re up for that?” Charlie asks, frowning lightly. Neville nods awkwardly. “Okay. Have you asked Rolf?”

“He suggested the idea,” Neville says shyly, looking away. “He found me after the show and we - talked about stuff. Sorry. I should’ve said, but - it’s just kinda hard to suggest that…”

The pizza arrives and Charlie takes a bite, with vigour. “Stop being sorry, Nev! I get it, proposing the idea of a poly relationship or whatever they call it is hard, but I’m down for it, so just - stop apologising.”

“Sorry,” Neville replies out of instinct; for a moment, they look at each other and burst into laughter. “I swear I didn’t mean to do that!” he giggles, only to be interrupted by Charlie’s lips on his; he’s stiff out of surprise but slackens, comfortable, one of Charlie’s hands tucked at the back of his neck and winding in the ends of his hair.

“How long do you think it’s gonna take before that’s made its way round student Twitter?” Charlie asks as he sets back to his pizza, stealing the lemon from Neville’s water.

“It probably already has,” Neville replies.

(He’s not wrong.)

“I think the eighties are my favourite decade - I know there’s plenty to be said for the seventies, definitely not the nineties, but I’ve been really enjoying the nostalgia boom right now and I think it’s a phenomenal decade, visually and musically - and, you know, we got our name from The Breakfast Club, so we have a lot to be thankful to the eighties for. Have you guys all seen the second series of Stranger Things yet? Charlie and I binge-watched the whole thing last night. It was so good! I really enjoyed it; Tweet me your thoughts, spoiler-free, at k-i-l-v-milk, and here, suggested by Seamus, are The Human League with Don’t You Want Me.”

Charlie drums on the table. “So, where’d Rolf say we’d meet after class?”

“He said he’d treat us to coffee and cake at the chocolate café. What’s it called? Choco-Latte?”

“I think so. Can’t say I’ve ever really thought about the name, just that the cake is fucking delicious,” Charlie grins. “Did you have an alright sleep last night? All two hours or whatever of it. I’d have asked this morning, but…”

“You were too busy shoving toast in my face,” Neville finishes. “I slept okay, I think. But I kinda just want to watch Stranger Things again. Maybe we should do it with Rolf. I don’t know if he’s ever seen it.” He scrolls through Twitter, raising an eyebrow. “Rolf has just suggested Close to Me.”

“He likes The Cure! Mercy Lewis, we’re playing that one next.” He kicks his chair back over to the desk, prepping for the song to finish; he starts as Neville reaches out to grasp his hand, tightly, looking as if there’s something he’ll burst if he doesn’t say.

“Charlie?” he whispers, looking up shyly. “Yesterday - that kiss - it was my first.”

Charlie orders a tad much at Choco-Latte and they take the remainders of his lunch and another few slices of cake back to Rolf’s to finish off; Rolf’s house is a matrix of rich corridors decorated in bright IKEA furniture that doesn’t look like it’s been assembled quite right, a Billy bookcase collapsing by his bedroom and a long-haired cat curled up on top of a cardigan that’s fallen from his clothes horse.

Neville gets a little lost on his way to the bathroom: Rolf’s house is enchanting, interestingly decorated with paintings being sold by strapped-for-cash art students or picked up at art fairs and pinned-up magazine covers and framed records. He stops more than once to reach down and scratch behind the ears of a cat or dog, and he catches a glimpse into Rolf’s airy bedroom where birds sing in a complex of cages.

“The toilet’s that way,” Rolf’s voice chirps helpfully, and Neville starts, spinning around. “It’s okay. I like to look at the birds, too.” He grins, bashfully, as if Neville’s just discovered a secret - but the kind of secret that he wants to be discovered and shared. “Charlie’s going to put on The Breakfast Club, by the way, if that’s alright with you.”

“Oh, yeah, sure,” Neville nods, turning. “Um… thank you. For this. For coming out with us and letting us in here to watch movies.”

“No problem,” Rolf says, with a smile. “I like you. Both of you.”

Neville is somehow able to find his way back to the living room from the toilet without much more distraction than a hairless cat trying to trip him up, which Rolf spots and removes. “Sorry,” he says, lightly kissing the cat’s head. “This is Leta. She likes to do that. Leta, come on, what did I tell you about bothering people…”

Charlie is on the sofa, cupping a mug of hot chocolate in his hands and singing along to Simple Minds, and so Neville sits next to him, locating his slice of chocolate cheesecake among the menagerie of cocoa and digging into it with a spork.

“Doesn’t he have forks?” Neville asks, frowning. “Or - spoons?”

“I believe that sporks are Rolf’s ideal implement for cake eating,” Charlie replies, grinning and lifting his. “Look! It’s even got a smiley face on it. We should talk about this on the show.”

“It’s silly, but… I would love some of these,” Neville says, smiling back at his spork. “I know that people would just laugh at me, and maybe you would too, but they’re sweet.” Charlie laughs softly - but earnestly, and runs a hand through Neville’s hair, making Neville flush. “W-what?”

“Nothing,” Charlie chuckles, shifting over as Rolf joins them on the sofa. “Whatever happened to these guys? Molly Ringwald was huge in the eighties. More importantly, what happened to John Hughes?”

“He died,” Rolf says, glancing over. “Didn’t you hear? It was a few years ago.”

Charlie’s eyes are wide as saucers as he sits up. “What? No! I missed this news! Not John Hughes - Ferris Bueller was my childhood! Neville! My childhood! It’s been over for years and I didn’t know!” He reaches out, his hand grasping at Neville’s arm and for the briefest moment an electric shock passes between them that stops Charlie in his tracks for a moment as he flinches. “Christ. You’re electric, Nev.”

“Keep your ’lectric eye on me, babe,” Rolf sings, startled as both Charlie and Neville turn to him. “Um… hello.”

“That was the first song we ever played together,” Neville says, softly, his eyes wistful. “On the show. We wanted to play something that felt like growing up, because we were.”

“I didn’t know,” Rolf admits. “It’s just one of my favourite songs, and one of my favourite albums, and I like David Bowie, and…” Neville cuts him off with a kiss, lightly pressing a hand against Rolf’s back and against the fabric of his yellow polo shirt; it’s short, and Neville can’t stop himself from giggling when he pulls back, overwhelmed by everything.

Their hands intertwine, and as they turn back to the movie, Charlie stretches his arm out as far as he can around the pair of them.

“Ilvermorny! Good morning to you all, and what a good morning it is indeed. I’ve been having a fantastic time over the last two months, which I know is contrary to the general mood on campus, but why can’t we all feel great, even just for this morning? Buy yourself a cake. Eat a cookie. Splurge on that top you were thinking of buying - it’ll look great.”

“But before you do that, stay tuned,” Neville adds, reaching over for Charlie’s hand. “We’re on for the next hour, and after that, our good friends Rolf and Luna are going to be spinning the best tunes of this year so far. Now, here’s a song for someone special: Apartment by Modern Baseball, a song I don’t think we play enough.”

He lets go of Charlie just long enough to spin around to Rolf, taking up an extra seat in the booth, eyes shining. “Maybe we should go for cake after this,” he says. “And watch-”

“Pretty In Pink,” Charlie says immediately. “We need to watch Pretty In Pink.”

#i write shit #hp #hp rarepair #hprarepairnet #triad ship #charlie weasley #rolf scamander #neville longbottom #charlie x rolf x neville #userleochampagne #azkabqn #azkabcn #not sure about this but i like the idea #so i'm rolling with it

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