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i once said that i was a seer in my golden trio reality. scratch that. i am a metamorphmagus . i’m out here shifting (ha) my shape. its SUCH a cool ability like i need to see more hp shifters that script themselves as a metamorphmagus . Like hellooooo????? you can change your appearance at will ??????? WHAT . LITERALLY WHAT

( 🎀 💋 🃏 ) for the princess and the frog ask game!!

thank you for the ask!! answering for my 𝑔olden trio dr

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           🎀     ╱. 𝒫RETTY 𝒫RINCESS . . . who is your best friend? the one person who would kiss a frog just to get you want you've always wanted? who picks you up after you've fallen into a table of beignets?

  i have two people that fit into this category… hermione & ron !! i drop-kicked harry potter out of the narrative for this dr (i love him but… i HAVE to be the main character..), so i get to have his best friends too! jokes aside, we are ride or dies for each other. there has been many times where these two have sacrificed themselves to be a distraction to professors, other students, TROLLS (?????!!!), POACHERS (?!?!??!?!?!?), and many other beings the hogwarts valley has to offer just so that i can continue my exploring and adventuring with nobody bothering me. they also just go along with the crazy shit i come up with because they love me and they like the adventure too, even though they scold me after the adrenaline wears off. we are all attached at the hip. and its not just them that would do anything for me, i would literally go to hell and back, set fire to the earth, do something embarrassing in front of draco malfoy, kill, etc. for them to get what they want. i will literally blood adopt hermione into the tombs family because we want to be sisters. and i will literally marry into ron’s family (ginny) so that we are family. there is a time in 5th year where hermione will tell me about an old lost book that supposedly goes very into detail about for runes can be used to conjure something something about potions . and i’m like, i’ll get that for you babe. and i promptly spend a month or two going out into the hogwarts valley every single night for leads and end up giving her the book as a birthday gift that very year.

basically, we are family, we would do anything and everything for each other: the end.

             💋     ╱. 𝓕ROGGY 𝒦ISSES . . . how has your relationship with your s/o developed? were you reluctant to your feelings at first? did you go from bickering to locking eyes for a little too long? did every one else know expect you two?

  i will be shifting to 4th year for the first time, which means ginny will be in 3rd year. there will be no romance for a BITTT . we have always been friends, because of ron. but we get closer in 5th year after i start teaching DADA to everyone in “dumbledore’s army” (which won’t actually be named that, but i haven’t decided on a name and i don’t plan to). she also finally gets to join the quidditch team that year so yeah. she’s always had a bit of a crush on me, but me returning those feelings start around mid-5th year. its a slow thing, our romance . like we get together almost at the end of 6th year. before that, it is a lot of locking eyes and giggling silently, looking up to stare at her only to find her already staring at you (and blushing like a fool), little acts of favoritism that makes your other friends mildly offended (but they don’t really care). the only one that will really KNOW know that there is something going on is ron, because that is his sister and his best-fried that he considers a sister. he isn’t really against it.

the only thing i’ve scripted about us getting together is that it happens on a night where i’ve taken too long to come back from exploring to the common room. at this point, it is obvious to both of us that we like (love) each other. so ginny waited for me to come back, so that we would have the couch in front of the fire place all to ourselves while we talk. and we confess and kiss and all of that stuff . i didn’t want to script it out because its not a movie its my life haha so that’s all i have about this for now

           🃏     ╱. 𝒪N 𝒯HE 𝒪THER 𝒮IDE . . . have you ever gotten your cards read? gotten your future detailed? was it something you wanted to hear? or something you now dread?

  well, i am a seer, so i guess i know some bits about my future? the thing is, my visions are not really set in stone, just like how the future isn’t. but there are always some similarities within the visions i see for myself. nothing that i dread, fortunately—it is mostly about the treasures i find later on in my career as a curse breaker. i see locations, little words and hints about whatever the treasure is, sometimes me fighting someone (or something) that is keeping me away from the end goal, etc. sometimes i see more domestic stuff: waking to light kisses on my neck, the smell of my tea and ginny’s coffee when we have breakfast, the feeling of a hug from hermione when i come into her office for a visit, a christmas spent with the weasley’s with bill and fleur holding their baby, etc. etc. all stuff that i want to hear and experience, so life is/will be good haha

                  𓊈 THE PRINCESS & THE FROG ask game .ᐟ 𓊉

we are very Did you know there is a tunnel under Ocean Blvd btw.

AND WHAT OF THE LOVERS . . .                  ╱    . hogwarts desired reality

𓊈 𓇚 𓊉

I. TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE

A curious little thing, Tom Riddle was the day he was born━his eyes, which had just blinked open, had latched its vision onto his mothers hand, and his tiny fingers and his tiny arm had reached up to touch, to see, to learn the love of his mother. This Tom Riddle is borne out of love, and is raised being loved. It makes all the difference. And yet━he is still fascinated by death. Still, he wishes to know of a way to evade it. Still, it makes his skin crawl.

So, he will find a way. Tom Riddle comes to Hogwarts, the school of witchcraft and wizardry, with one goal. Learn enough and beyond to create a path for immortality. A little obsession for a curious little thing.

II. JUDITH WARD

One thing Judy Ward has always possessed is a curious mind. It is a family trait that gives way to another family trait━obsession with ones passion. She has been reading and observing and asking since she was shorter than her mothers office desk. Inquisitive child she was, and curious girl she is━she has latched onto the past and the field of history. Why did it happen? Who did it happen to? Why is it important? How did it change things? Can the effects be seen even now? How did the people live? How were they similar to us? How have we changed from them? What can she learn from them?

But reading about it isn’t enough. It does not satiate her. She needs to live it, to be the primary source, she has to see it, experience it, understand it wholly━so she will. And thus comes the single-minded ambition on traversing through time itself. Maybe figuring out independent time travel will satiate the need for innovation and exploration for this curious mind.

III. PARTNERS IN CRIME

Though surprisingly, not many crimes will be committed in this partnership. You see, these two bring out the best in each other. Albeit these two are intense personalities, their intensity seems to dwindle rather than sharpen—they soften each others jagged corners, ease the tension in their eyes. Suppose its what happens when kindred spirits meet. He knows how to stop her impulsiveness and she knows how to ease his franticness.

Tom knew from the moment he saw her in the restricted section in their first year, saw her focused, widened eyes, the way she would whisper to herself that sounded more like hissing from the outside, and the book she had picked (Advanced transfiguration, Volume III: Threads of reality by Serafina Nott), and knew that she was like him. That she had that purpose to learn, to know, to understand whatever idea her young mind had found most interesting. He needed that singular seven second long insight into the way eleven-year-old Judith Ward chose to spend her afternoon to know that he wanted to be the one. The someone that wouldn’t find him odd, that would maybe talk with him about something other than that stupid quidditch game, or the fucking weather, that he could exist with.

He got what he wanted. Judith Ward had others be friendly enough with her, but she never really got them. She never really got how they could be ambition-less (though when she looks back, she realizes that she and Tom were the only eleven-year-olds that had lifelong ambitions). She never really got why they didn’t scurry to the library to get their hands on whatever new book Madam Moon had brought in. Tom Riddle was a blessing. She latched onto him like she latched onto history━and Tom let her roots grow around him, let her plant him into her little garden of life, let her have him for the rest of their lives.

From that moment onwards, they have never walked alone. The curious little thing and the little historian, partners in crime and life.

𓊈 𓆈 𓊉

 yeah. i don’t know if ANY of this makes sense. but we are soulmates and everything is great haha.

AND WHAT OF THE LOVERS . . .                  ╱    . hogwarts desired reality

𓊈 𓇚 𓊉

I. TOM MARVOLO RIDDLE

A curious little thing, Tom Riddle was the day he was born━his eyes, which had just blinked open, had latched its vision onto his mothers hand, and his tiny fingers and his tiny arm had reached up to touch, to see, to learn the love of his mother. This Tom Riddle is borne out of love, and is raised being loved. It makes all the difference. And yet━he is still fascinated by death. Still, he wishes to know of a way to evade it. Still, it makes his skin crawl.

So, he will find a way. Tom Riddle comes to Hogwarts, the school of witchcraft and wizardry, with one goal. Learn enough and beyond to create a path for immortality. A little obsession for a curious little thing.

II. JUDITH WARD

One thing Judy Ward has always possessed is a curious mind. It is a family trait that gives way to another family trait━obsession with ones passion. She has been reading and observing and asking since she was shorter than her mothers office desk. Inquisitive child she was, and curious girl she is━she has latched onto the past and the field of history. Why did it happen? Who did it happen to? Why is it important? How did it change things? Can the effects be seen even now? How did the people live? How were they similar to us? How have we changed from them? What can she learn from them?

But reading about it isn’t enough. It does not satiate her. She needs to live it, to be the primary source, she has to see it, experience it, understand it wholly━so she will. And thus comes the single-minded ambition on traversing through time itself. Maybe figuring out independent time travel will satiate the need for innovation and exploration for this curious mind.

III. PARTNERS IN CRIME

Though surprisingly, not many crimes will be committed in this partnership. You see, these two bring out the best in each other. Albeit these two are intense personalities, their intensity seems to dwindle rather than sharpen—they soften each others jagged corners, ease the tension in their eyes. Suppose its what happens when kindred spirits meet. He knows how to stop her impulsiveness and she knows how to ease his franticness.

Tom knew from the moment he saw her in the restricted section in their first year, saw her focused, widened eyes, the way she would whisper to herself that sounded more like hissing from the outside, and the book she had picked (Advanced transfiguration, Volume III: Threads of reality by Serafina Nott), and knew that she was like him. That she had that purpose to learn, to know, to understand whatever idea her young mind had found most interesting. He needed that singular seven second long insight into the way eleven-year-old Judith Ward chose to spend her afternoon to know that he wanted to be the one. The someone that wouldn’t find him odd, that would maybe talk with him about something other than that stupid quidditch game, or the fucking weather, that he could exist with.

He got what he wanted. Judith Ward had others be friendly enough with her, but she never really got them. She never really got how they could be ambition-less (though when she looks back, she realizes that she and Tom were the only eleven-year-olds that had lifelong ambitions). She never really got why they didn’t scurry to the library to get their hands on whatever new book Madam Moon had brought in. Tom Riddle was a blessing. She latched onto him like she latched onto history━and Tom let her roots grow around him, let her plant him into her little garden of life, let her have him for the rest of their lives.

From that moment onwards, they have never walked alone. The curious little thing and the little historian, partners in crime and life.

𓊈 𓆈 𓊉

 yeah. i don’t know if ANY of this makes sense. but we are soulmates and everything is great haha.

also the time period of this dr is technically the 1950/1960s but like. in a chilling adventures of sabrina and riverdale sort of way. it is retro and modern. there is modern clothing & fashion trends, etc. idk i have a very specific style set in my for myself in this reality and it is definitely not 60s so. yeah

A     TRIPTYCH     FOR

THE DEATH OF PRIDE

 𓊈 𓇖 𓊉

             I. The fall of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Ward

It is the year 1950 and the 26th of July when perhaps the leading family of British wizarding aristocracy—certainly the most elite, the most feared, the most traditional—falls apart because of infighting. The thing about these noble families is that they don’t always get along, isn’t it? Well, the Ward’s infamously never got along. They were quite the dynasty, the first children of the first children always having three to four children per generation, which meant cousins uncles aunts that sometimes never even met. They were not closely knit, like you would see the Malfoy’s, or the Black’s, or the Gaunt’s being. Despite this, they were all known for their pride, their almost obsessive passions, their fickle temper, their dramatics, and their powerful magic—but never known for having similar ideals of politics. It was both their differences and their similarities that caused their end.

On the fifth birthday of the heir, the Ward’s—for the first time in two centuries—were all in the same place, at the same time. The ancestral seat of the Ward’s (which was dubbed “Fools March” after an incident an heir of House Ward had with Merlin) had welcomed the weight of the family’s magics and their horrid attitudes gracefully, and was repaid in Ward fashion. It took a simple, misplaced comment from a cousin to the third uncle of the heir for the family to put on their metaphorical suit and armor—choose which side to take and ready their shields and swords (presumably all metaphorical) to fight. Imagine a baroque battle scene painting. Now imagine enraged and crazed wizards and witches instead of knights and stallions, imagine their swords and spears as wands and flashes of green red white blue magic. Imagine burnt tapestries and carpets and drapes. Imagine broken vases and broken stained glass, burnt wooden floors, and caved down ceilings around them.

What happens when a family filled to the brim with magical prowess and uncontrollable force turn on each other? Well, they turn their ancestral seat into ruins, and themselves into corpses.

             II. The raising of Judith Ward

She is not proud of her surname, Judith. Her mother told her she shouldn’t be, so she isn’t. She is a flower birthed by Fool’s March’s soil, the roots of her name in the first first-child of the first Lord Ward. She was planted on foreign soul at the age of five, by the shaky hands of a young mother that was left family-less, determined to make her child better than all of them. So, Judith Ward isn’t proud of her family. She does not enjoy displays of richness and she does not enjoy her mothers tired eyes. She does not enjoy the thought of her destructive family. She is not proud of her bursts of magic, and she is not proud of the way she looks, because her mother gets that sad look when she says ‘you have your grandfathers face’.

Her mother, beautiful like lilies, withered when her home soil got covered by ash and grime. Judith Ward works hard to make her mother proud. She studies well and does well in school. She has muggle friends, and she goes to the cinema to watch muggle movies. She tells her of the funny future-visions she has, to hear a burst of laughter. She finds little trinkets to fill their little London home with. She doesn’t throw tantrums when she doesn’t get what she wants, because she is not proud, and she refuses to be spoiled. She reads books she likes and talks to her mother about them. She pets stray cats and stays away from stray dogs, as her mother is scared of them. She reads the articles her mother writes on the newspaper, even though some words are too long to understand.

Judith Ward is not proud of her surname, because her family was bad. Judy is proud of her little family, her and her mother, because they are good people. She will grow petals and bloom under the careful and gentle watch of her mother.

             III. (Who will you see in her eyes?)

You will see the budding historian Judith Ward, who intends to keep all her findings, analysis, commentary to herself, thank you very much. It is not a matter of pride━her curiosity has driven her to dabble in the dangerous art of time travel, and she simply wishes to not be sentenced to a Dementor’s Kiss before her first kiss.

You will see a passionate (obsessed) daughter, fascinated by ancient civilizations, obscure historical events, and the concept of time passing. Not fascinated by the future, because she sees it. You will see that she finds joy in little things, and that she could find a little bit of soul and have something sentimental to say about many things. You will see that she has bloomed into a beautiful lily, like her mother. You will see that the once-foreign soil she inhabited, she has turned into a garden. You will see that she has strong magic and a stronger heart and a lot of love. You will see that she is kind, that she is not prideful.

 𓊈 𓅪 ╱ 𓇖 𓊉

 𓊈 𓉳 𓊉

i guess this is my introduction for my second hogwarts dr???? there isn't much about me here but this is like. the vibes. the aura. the atmosphere. heir of a fallen house, slytherin, seer, historian, time-traveler, incredibly sentimental. i am weirdly alia atreides-coded in this dr. from dune: messiah . a bit of “vinsmoke” sanji and nico robin sprinkled in. from one piece . idk its really not as dramatic as i made it sound here i just tapped into my 2021-wattpad-ocxcharacter-fanfic-era energy whilst writing.

more may come about this dr. or maybe not! depends completely on my mood! hope you enjoyed reading!!!

A     TRIPTYCH     FOR

THE DEATH OF PRIDE

 𓊈 𓇖 𓊉

             I. The fall of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Ward

It is the year 1950 and the 26th of July when perhaps the leading family of British wizarding aristocracy—certainly the most elite, the most feared, the most traditional—falls apart because of infighting. The thing about these noble families is that they don’t always get along, isn’t it? Well, the Ward’s infamously never got along. They were quite the dynasty, the first children of the first children always having three to four children per generation, which meant cousins uncles aunts that sometimes never even met. They were not closely knit, like you would see the Malfoy’s, or the Black’s, or the Gaunt’s being. Despite this, they were all known for their pride, their almost obsessive passions, their fickle temper, their dramatics, and their powerful magic—but never known for having similar ideals of politics. It was both their differences and their similarities that caused their end.

On the fifth birthday of the heir, the Ward’s—for the first time in two centuries—were all in the same place, at the same time. The ancestral seat of the Ward’s (which was dubbed “Fools March” after an incident an heir of House Ward had with Merlin) had welcomed the weight of the family’s magics and their horrid attitudes gracefully, and was repaid in Ward fashion. It took a simple, misplaced comment from a cousin to the third uncle of the heir for the family to put on their metaphorical suit and armor—choose which side to take and ready their shields and swords (presumably all metaphorical) to fight. Imagine a baroque battle scene painting. Now imagine enraged and crazed wizards and witches instead of knights and stallions, imagine their swords and spears as wands and flashes of green red white blue magic. Imagine burnt tapestries and carpets and drapes. Imagine broken vases and broken stained glass, burnt wooden floors, and caved down ceilings around them.

What happens when a family filled to the brim with magical prowess and uncontrollable force turn on each other? Well, they turn their ancestral seat into ruins, and themselves into corpses.

             II. The raising of Judith Ward

She is not proud of her surname, Judith. Her mother told her she shouldn’t be, so she isn’t. She is a flower birthed by Fool’s March’s soil, the roots of her name in the first first-child of the first Lord Ward. She was planted on foreign soul at the age of five, by the shaky hands of a young mother that was left family-less, determined to make her child better than all of them. So, Judith Ward isn’t proud of her family. She does not enjoy displays of richness and she does not enjoy her mothers tired eyes. She does not enjoy the thought of her destructive family. She is not proud of her bursts of magic, and she is not proud of the way she looks, because her mother gets that sad look when she says ‘you have your grandfathers face’.

Her mother, beautiful like lilies, withered when her home soil got covered by ash and grime. Judith Ward works hard to make her mother proud. She studies well and does well in school. She has muggle friends, and she goes to the cinema to watch muggle movies. She tells her of the funny future-visions she has, to hear a burst of laughter. She finds little trinkets to fill their little London home with. She doesn’t throw tantrums when she doesn’t get what she wants, because she is not proud, and she refuses to be spoiled. She reads books she likes and talks to her mother about them. She pets stray cats and stays away from stray dogs, as her mother is scared of them. She reads the articles her mother writes on the newspaper, even though some words are too long to understand.

Judith Ward is not proud of her surname, because her family was bad. Judy is proud of her little family, her and her mother, because they are good people. She will grow petals and bloom under the careful and gentle watch of her mother.

             III. (Who will you see in her eyes?)

You will see the budding historian Judith Ward, who intends to keep all her findings, analysis, commentary to herself, thank you very much. It is not a matter of pride━her curiosity has driven her to dabble in the dangerous art of time travel, and she simply wishes to not be sentenced to a Dementor’s Kiss before her first kiss.

You will see a passionate (obsessed) daughter, fascinated by ancient civilizations, obscure historical events, and the concept of time passing. Not fascinated by the future, because she sees it. You will see that she finds joy in little things, and that she could find a little bit of soul and have something sentimental to say about many things. You will see that she has bloomed into a beautiful lily, like her mother. You will see that the once-foreign soil she inhabited, she has turned into a garden. You will see that she has strong magic and a stronger heart and a lot of love. You will see that she is kind, that she is not prideful.

 𓊈 𓅪 ╱ 𓇖 𓊉

 𓊈 𓉳 𓊉

i guess this is my introduction for my second hogwarts dr???? there isn't much about me here but this is like. the vibes. the aura. the atmosphere. heir of a fallen house, slytherin, seer, historian, time-traveler, incredibly sentimental. i am weirdly alia atreides-coded in this dr. from dune: messiah . a bit of “vinsmoke” sanji and nico robin sprinkled in. from one piece . idk its really not as dramatic as i made it sound here i just tapped into my 2021-wattpad-ocxcharacter-fanfic-era energy whilst writing.

more may come about this dr. or maybe not! depends completely on my mood! hope you enjoyed reading!!!

thinking about my other hogwarts dr (i have a lot of them. 🙂‍↕️) where i will spend the majority of my time in hogwarts and my 20s researching and experimenting different ways of time travel, simply to satiate my curiosities. i will be a historian for my own sake and i will not publish any of my findings (i probably would be put into azkaban, as time travel is against the law).

i want to be the person that figures out how to time travel with no additional accessories (e.g. a time turner). i want to know how the ancient egyptians/greeks/romans/chinese/turks did their magic. how did it tie into their religious beliefs? was there a muggle/witch separation (i assume the statue of secrecy is only for the UK)? what was the norm, did they categorize kinds of magic (light/dark etc.)? what was disallowed (like how blood magic is taboo in europe’s wizarding world)? did they strictly use wandless magic? did they have other means of channeling magic (artwork, dancing, singing, music, poetry/literature, etc.)? did they cast spells or was it less structured? did they have incantations or was it pure feeling?

i could script all of this just to have an idea, but i really want to just learn for myself idk. like there is learning from secondary sources and there is being the primary source yourself. idk the idea of being a time traveling witch . its so cool. I’M so cool. Wow

somewhere between lumos and leviosa

marauders dr wand breakdown

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if you’re magic, you’re born into this world with a little bit of an itch, just a bothersome little crackle in your fingertips, a tingle in your brain, a need to do something, make something, break something — construction, destruction, transmutation — you were made to create .. but lacked the tool to channel that power

the wand is not only a piece of equipment. it’s a companion, a teacher, an extension of your mind — and the right wand finds you

mine found me after six different attempts, i was growing restless, my eleven year old attention span was wearing very thin and another false positive would have sent me into a spiral

but then i was handed this beauty :

9.5” inches of dark red sandalwood, the kind that is found deep in the forests of karnataka. it encases a mere four strands of mermaid hair, braided together and kept in place by the sturdy celestite crystal near the base of the wood. embedded with both a source of magic (the mermaid hair) and a source of mediation (the crystal), this wand has a power that revels in the extremes, whatever the spectrum, it enjoys testing its limits. and to combat this detrimentally curious nature, the oxidised silver handle allows for a form of equilibrium, balancing the scales of both the wand and the witch that wields it —

red sandalwood :

from a tree that thrives in tropically dry and arid soil, red sandalwood (or sandalwood in general) is deeply paradoxical in its nature, it’s multifaceted, it’s twin layered — on the one hand, it enjoys an environment without much moisture, but on the other hand, sandalwood will always be associated with the moon and water — protective symbols of light and darkness, chaos and consolation — wielders with wands of this nature may find their magic is stronger at night, more acute during a full moon, a little temperamental at a new moon, and ever so inclined to natural, elemental magic … [excels in charms, alchemy and ancient runes]

mermaid hair :

an unusual wand core, mermaid hair reverberates at a level of serene melancholy, it engages well with those that thrive in solidarity. very loyal in nature — it will not be easily swayed to another wielder if stolen or even won in battle. it seeks freedom and exploration and is inclined to wielders that are curious and experimental in their magic. when mastered, this core has a proclivity to enhance the mental stimulation of its wielder and empower some forms of wandless magic, opting to be subconsciously linked rather than practically used. because of this deeply personal connection between the wand core and its wielder, mermaid hair wands tend to be a novelty and passed down between generations of the same family, much like mermaids and their tightly knit bonds, so, if a wielder is randomly chosen by a mermaid hair wand, they might want to look into their family history … [excels in potions, herbology and alchemy]

celestite crystal :

highly vibrational in nature, celestite is both fragile yet powerful. when tethered to something sturdy and dependable, celestite has the ability to transmute and enhance the energy of its host and one needs to only touch it to feel the charge of its power. it is used by many seers and mages, adorned on their person as a beacon of psychic activation, giving clarity to clairvoyant messages, and when used right, it can revolutionise dreams to be more vivid and memorable. on the more practical side, both wizards and muggles alike use this crystal for its flammability — in fireworks and potions, to destroy cursed objects and burn bloodied runes — this crystal can start a flame with just a sliver of a shard, if left uncontrolled … [excels in potions, ancient runes and defence against the dark arts]

oxidised silver :

renowned for its safety and protective properties, silver has been used for millennia to ward off vampires, werewolves and malevolent spirits (though the accuracy of this belief is debatable), it explains the age of the wand itself — a wand encased in silver has lived a long life and has probably been used for many centuries. the element of change and the cycles of life and death pass by, but the power of silver doesn’t diminish, it only evolves — the oxidised nature of silver responds to the temperament of the wielder, the way they hold the wand, the placement of their hand, and it blackens around the grasp — light surrounded by darkness, the shadow beneath the flame, death preceding rebirth … [excels in transfiguration, alchemy, and ancient runes]

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[ marauders dr intro ]

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one thing about me and draco malfoy is that we hate each other. NOT in the enemies to lovers way. genuinely. i do NOT like this overgrown stuck-in-middle-school-maturity bully. and he doesn’t like me because… well i don’t know why. so it really does suck ass when we get picked as head girl and head boy in our final year in hogwarts. and that we now have to share a suite. for the whole ass year. at least we don’t have to share a bedroom. i always end up thinking.. will we end up genuinely enjoying each others presence? will the year end with us feeling an ever darker shade of hatred? will we simply tolerate each others existence ten months? what will happen when we bring some friends over to the suite? will he try to lay down some rules only for me to trample on them? or vice versa, since we’re both petty when it comes to each other?

its interesting to think about. draco is an interesting personality. i want to pick apart his brain. (also, i did script that he will end up as an unspeakable at some point in his life, so we will unfortunately (or fortunately!) have the same job until retirement, i suppose . haha.)

i love thinking about the magical careers i will pursue after hogwarts. like a curse breaker turned unspeakable????? i finally get to investigate the secrets of the universe and whatnot with magic?????? and i’m cool and mysterious because the whole thing about unspeakables is that they literally can not talk about the work they do???? and its not even just that. Being a curse breaker is literally being a treasure hunting archeologist. That travels around the world to collect and restore magical artifacts that may even be archaic at times . its !!!! so !!!! cool !!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAA

the urge to make myself the genderbent version of harry potter in my golden trio dr… its gonna happen. i’m cooking with this dr istg

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