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“Hi, erm, I can’t help but notice that you look really upset. Are you alright?”

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Off in her own world, Amelia got a small fright when she heard the question being directed at her. “Oh, um, yes I’m alright. Sorry, I’ve often been told I look more serious than I should when I’m thinking away to myself.”

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“Quick,” Lydia said, turning to look pleadingly at the person beside her, “This is absolutely critical… Chocolate or Strawberry?” Sure, she should have selected her flavor before getting to the counter here at Florean Fortescue’s ice cream, the line was certainly long enough to have given her plenty of time, but it was an impossible choice. 

“On one hand, that strawberry flavor, so magnificently creamy and smooth with a mix of fresh berries and a swirl of this amazing strawberry jam, is my normal go-to; it’s a dream to eat. But on the other hand, my mouth is practically watering thinking of that chocolate. It’s so rich, and Florean here,” she gave a quick glance to the owner, “He’s a true genius, every batch is sprinkled with chocolate chips and carries slight notes of caramel. It’s magical. I couldn’t possibly choose between them on my own.”

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The directed conversation immediately grated on him from the start, but then she began to ramble on and on, bringing the shop owner into the conversation too. This was why Lucius kept his presence mostly to Knockturn Alley, nobody bothered him there and he could be as antisocial as he pleased. He was only here for the five year old with a doting smile he couldn’t refuse.

“Make your choice or move along,” he spoke simply.

“Chocolate please,” she said quietly, turning back to Florean. As he scooped her ice cream, she eyes kept flickering back to Lucius. She couldn’t help but want to say something. She hoped she hadn’t annoyed him. Maybe he was having a bad day and she had only made it worse by diverting his attention from something important he was thinking about. Finally, she couldn’t contain it any longer. 

“Sorry,” she told him, suddenly. A million other words wanted to tumble out of her mouth, but she bit her tongue. Talking is what got her into this in the first place. 

What position does your character sleep in? ( i.e; stomach, side, back, etc. ) Describe why they do this – optional.

Does your character have any noteworthy features? Freckles? Dimples? A scar somewhere unusual? etc.

Does your character have an accent? What does it sound like?

Do they have any verbal tics? Do they have trouble pronouncing certain words or getting their thoughts across clearly?

What are their chief tension areas? 

If you were to pick one song – and only one song – to describe your character, what would it be and why?

How does your character perceive themselves? Positive? Negative? Neutral?

Are they a quick thinker or do they need time to sort through their thoughts?

Does your character dream or are their nights filled with an empty blackness? Describe a dream they’ve had or a night they couldn’t sleep and what they did to preoccupy their time.

If they had a choice, would they prefer a subway or a bus for public transportation?

What do they think of creation? Do they believe in evolution or do they believe in God? What is their religion like?

Describe 5 unusual characteristics your muse has.

Have they ever been so overwhelmed they had to stop and take a break from something? 

Are they a team player or do they prefer to be solo?

Can they multi-task or must they focus on one subject at a time?

What are their best school subjects? What are their worst? List five of each.

Is your character an introvert or an extrovert? How do they handle big crowds of people?

Are they a leader, do they prefer to follow, or would they rather just stay on the sidelines altogether?

If your character was suddenly challenged, would they rather run away or stay and fight?

If your character was allowed to murder one person without any consequences, who would that person be and why?

Your character has been granted 3 wishes; what would they wish for and why?

Does your character trust people right off the bat or does it take them some time to warm up to someone?

Do they prefer romance or affection? What is the quickest way to your character’s heart?

Does your character have any enemies? If so, who and why?

Do they have any weird bedroom habits? Any unusual kinks?

How does your character prepare for bed? Do they sleep at all or can they stay awake for days on end without trouble?

If your character had one thing to say to their parents before they died, what would it be?

Are they afraid of death? Do they have any regrets?

Does your character get restless when things are too quiet or do they favour solitude and silence? Why?

“Okay, you have a point there. But it’s so hard not to stare at them, even when you have your shirt on. They’re literally fantastic. It’s like you’re smuggling two cantaloupes around everywhere-” Lydia blushed a little, embarrassed that she might’ve sounded a little jealous there. “Not that it’s an excuse. Men still need to keep their eyes to themselves, you are a taken lady.” Lydia sipped at her drink. “Still, it must be nice, though. I’m flat as a board. Do I actually want a date? No, but a couple stares wouldn’t hurt. I’m a little glad I’m not ready to be back out there because I would have no idea what I’m doing.” 

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molly looked down at her own boobs. they weren’t quite the same as they were pre-kids. they were certainly bigger than they had been, not that she was complaining. “they have their moments when they’re fantastic,” she said as she laughed. she was certain it was the alcohol that had made her admit that.  “it’s all about the right bra, love. they wouldn’t look near as good as they do tonight without the wonders of wearing a push up.” she knew it was ridiculous, a woman with her breast size wearing a pushup bra. but she needed the extra support. 

“This is probably just one thing that needs natural talent, Mols. Besides, my bralettes are perfectly comfy. I can barely notice they’re there.” 

“I’m guessing that was a warning, but it sounded more like a challenge,” Lydia laughed. “But I promise not to let you. This is a strip-free zone.” She gestured towards the whole bar and then wagged her finger playfully at Molly. “Sorry Molls, no stripping allowed…  as fun as that would be. Arthur would have an aneurysm if he had to start fighting people for staring at you.”  The idea of Arthur fighting anyone was a little funny to Lydia. She thought he was much more of a  peaceful person, but if everyone was staring at his wife’s boobs? Well, a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do. 

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“they already stare at me,” molly said. it wasn’t lost upon her that people, often men, stared at her boobs. “if they aren’t staring at the seven children trailing me, they’re staring at my boobs.” she laughed. she didn’t really pay much attention to it anymore. during her time at hogwarts, it would have bothered her. she often got teased for her figure, but since meeting arthur, he made her comfortable with her body. “and that’s assuming arthur isn’t the one that’s not even trying to hide that he’s staring at my boobs.”

Lydia felt awful, he was leaving because of something she said and she couldn’t pinpoint what it was. When he started to take the coins out of his pocket, her eyes widened in shock. He didn’t drink more than one or two galleons worth, but he was setting small piles of galleons on the counter. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing when he told her to take it, but hadn’t even opened her mouth to protest before he unintentionally cut her off. She really wasn’t sure how to respond. She couldn’t possibly take it, but the more she looked at the money gleaming in front of her, the more she could list off all of the things that Hannah needed. But no, she thought, money had never mattered and it won’t start now. 

“Please, I simply can’t,” she told him. “There is nothing for you to apologize for. Truly. I understand if you have to leave, but trust me, I don’t want you to feel like you have to do all of this. It’s more than I could bear.” 

Evan was going to scream. But then he had a thought. He started to pull out more money. “I am going to keep putting money on this counter until you accept it. I have very deep purses and way too much money on me. I am giving this to you because I want to, not because I have to,” he said, lying at the end, but hoping this might make her take some of this. “You are a single mum with a child that will soon be having Hogwarts things that need to be bought and that cannot be easy. I literally do not know of a single person I can consider more deserving of this, so we will see how long we can go at this,” he said with a grin as he had now doubled the pile of gold.