Chivalry is Not Dead

formerly n9and3quarters introduces: chivalry-isnotdead

I changed the name of my OOC blog because the Bridgerton brothers plus their OC male cousin (all sub-blogs of ura-wizardharry) have infiltrated the RP part of my brain and made themselves at home like it’s White’s.

Hi Everyone.

Happy Holidays! I will no longer be actively RPing on Tumblr. Thank you so much to everyone who ever partnered with me on all of these accounts. It has been absolutely wonderful writing with you. 

I’ve finally decided to focus my energy on becoming a published romance author. It’s been a lifelong dream for me to do this and I discovered early on in RP and RPG that I can’t multitask. 

So, for now, I’m going to launch myself into this effort and see how it goes.

I have too much damn work to RP! I am so frustrated!

@betweenthesinnersandthesaints

@gramenviride

@nosefornews

@patrickoharaandco

@mesmusae

formerly n9and3quarters

So, this happened. I have put Mr. Darcy to his final rest. And this fellow, @mistercolinbridgerton​ , decided to occupy the space. @mistercolinbridgerton​ is a sublog of Harry’s. 

I blame all the lovely HP/Penelope and Bridgerton Family multimuse RPers who have been spreading love of these series’ characters all over my dashboards. 

I need to fix my damn tags. Your help FAQ lies tumblr!

about my Blaise’s FC (@misterblaisezabini)

for my muse @misterblaisezabini​

I can’t believe how much of this is my Harry’s Hansy headcanon, even though I don’t recall me writing it, I do remember loving your Pansy. You are one of the best!

Clickable Chaptered Story here.

ura-wizardharry​:

2016- Hansy

@pansyeloiseparkinson

Pansy stepped off the train, the cool, crisp air causing her to wrap her school robes tightly around her. Having barely caught the train this year, she was forced to sit by herself in a carriage at the tail-end among a bunch of new, seemingly American students. She hadn’t had a chance yet to catch up with any of her friends. Stepping off the train now, she saw even more new faces and heard even more American accents. “What the hell is going on around here?” She spoke out loud to herself, completely unaware that anyone was paying attention to her.

 Harry managed to limp off the train just in time to see  her. He frowned at her obliviousness. She’d been in the train compartment with Malfoy, finger combing the git’s hair as the blond brooded about his summer. Even with the stealth of his Invisibility Cloak, Malfoy had sussed him out. He wondered if Pansy was waiting behind the door as her boyfriend beat him to a pulp while he’d been placed under the Incarcerous. He sidled up beside her as she spoke aloud. Blood dripped from somewhere on his face. He grit his teeth and glared at her. “Your boyfriend is a bloody menace, Parkinson. That’s what’s happening here.”

Pansy shielded her eyes from the sun, then dug through her purse to find her black, diamond-studded sunglasses. She slid them on her face just as she heard a voice speak from behind her. Her face fell before she even turned around. “First of all, he’s not my boyfr—-” Pansy had turned to face Potter, eyes falling on his bloody and beaten face. She blinked twice, before letting out a small snort of a laugh. “Draco did that to you?” She said with surprise and delight. “Don’t tell me I missed the first time he actually hit you!”

Harry’s jaw worked as he clenched his teeth, biting back a scathing remark that woud not be becoming of the savior of the bloody wizarding world. “I see you’ve only gotten worse after the holiday,” he managed to reply, swiping a hand against his face and managing to smear the blood across his cheek. He shook his head, more at himself than at her. “I don’t know why I bother to talk to you. You’re obviously as much of a monster as he is.”

Pansy couldn’t help but grin at his obvious frustration with her. She wasn’t exactly sure why getting under Potter’s skin had always caused her such delight. He just always seemed to get especially worked up and angry, moreso than Grander or Weasley or any of the other Gryffindors that her and Draco had teased throughout the years. It was entertaining watching Potter’s face get all flushed and angry-like.“Don’t get your knickers in a twist, Potter. I was joking… sort of…” She smirked at him and pulled her wand out from inside her robes. “Besides, if I were such a monster, would I offer to fix  your obviously broken nose? I do know a fairly simple charm.” She smiled in mock sweetness.

His eyes widened at the appearance of her wand and he held tight to his own at his side. He frowned at her, unsure as to whether to trust her with something as simple as a standard Episkey. Harry shook his head. “Exactly how stupid do you think I am, Parkinson?” His face ached something fierce, but to have her doing wandwork on him? He’d likely end up with something akin to an elephant’s trunk in the middle of his face.

In Chapters

RP Partner: @malfoy-allhailtheprince​

The Ask

Flight & Compromise

Fitting

Use me, Draco

A Proper Kiss

Rehearsal Night

Private Lessons

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Night of the Event