Muse Minded

                                                   est. 12.17                                               revamped 5.18                          independent multimuse Harry Potter roleplay

A few months ago I went on hiatus here. I’ve been rping in the HP fandom for 10+ years and I think my muses got a little worn out. BUT this weekend I am archiving this blog and revamping! Muse–Minded will be on its own account (not a sideblog to my personal), I’ll be doing a new theme and redoing tags and making a hella awesome queue, as well as possibly dropping or adding some muses. This blog will be deleted once the new one is all set up and I have everything I need off of it.

Tl;dr I’m back, baby! Making the new blog will be my project this weekend. Please do me a favor and hit the heart if you are still interested in rping with me once I’m back up and running and you’ll be the first people I plot with.

I’ve missed you guys and I’m so excited to be back!!!!!

A few months ago I went on hiatus here. I’ve been rping in the HP fandom for 10+ years and I think my muses got a little worn out. BUT this weekend I am archiving this blog and revamping! Muse–Minded will be on its own account (not a sideblog to my personal), I’ll be doing a new theme and redoing tags and making a hella awesome queue, as well as possibly dropping or adding some muses. This blog will be deleted once the new one is all set up and I have everything I need off of it.

Tl;dr I’m back, baby! Making the new blog will be my project this weekend. Please do me a favor and hit the heart if you are still interested in rping with me once I’m back up and running and you’ll be the first people I plot with.

I’ve missed you guys and I’m so excited to be back!!!!!

The couch sank beside him and Ted was ripped away from the page in front of him. He recognized Molly’s hair before anything else, mainly because her face was buried in a cushion. “Molly?” Ted, not surprised to see her there but because of her behavior. 

“What happened?” Ted asked softly, but not any less worried. He set his book down and turned towards the girl.

“It was all fine and dandy during our little picnic, and then his ex girlfriend just happened to walk past and she had her skirt hiked up and he just fell right over and got back together with her!” Molly let all of this tumble out of her mouth like a tidal wave. “I mean, I knew he was sort of a prat I just didn’t think he was that bad! He just left me there!” 

The redhead slumped sideways to lean her head on Teddy’s shoulder. “Am I just like a sticking charm for bad guys?”

“I do hope so, I have some House Pride after all.” she smirked and gasped in fake shock, “How dare you, I should rat you to a Prefect… Oh wait, you have them all bought, don’t you?” she chuckled, he was a Prefect after all, “Maybe I should try for the team, make a run for your money and just show you how us cheeky Hufflepuff have the upper hand.” she added smugly but with her clumsiness she might end up with a bludger in her face.

“That is not so hard to check, but then again Abbot never gets his spells the right way the first time around.” she admitted with a nod. She was getting a few of the vegetables on her plate, just to peace the voice of her mother in her head when Charlie asked a question that he usually didn’t asked. “Don’t we always go together, Matt and the others?” she asked not sure if she was hearing it right, she loved to spend some time alone with Charlie, but they were mates and things could be awkward if she told him about the little crush she had on him since forever.

He waggled his eyebrows. “Of course I’ve bought all the Prefects, I’m not an idiot,” he replied, teasingly. “I saved my allowance since birth for this very reason.” He took a bite of food and then laughed, feigning fear. “No, no! If you join the team all my plans will be ruined!” He punched her lightly in the arm. “We had flying class together, girl. You were in the hospital wing at least twice.”

Charlie sat up a little straighter after he asked her to go to Hogsmeade. He’d been thinking about this for such a long time and was really hoping it wouldn’t ruin their friendship. “Yes, we do, but I’m asking if you want to go like, together,” he said again, stressing the last word. “You know. Together together.” He was cringing inwardly. He was not nailing this. 

Andromeda laughed nodding, she knew that Molly’s kids would like Quidditch, it didn’t only mean because of Fabian and Gideon but Arthur was an avid fanatic as well so it wouldn’t be too far off that they would enjoy the game more than the regular family.

“Gravy, I want fruits and chocolate fudge. Ginger Newts too, it’s really weird.” she admitted with a shrug, Gingers Newts weren’t particularly weird but she even didn’t like them as much but there they were, a constant craving that it was hard to get of her head. 

“He’s been crying since I told him, he’ll dry out before the baby comes.”

“All the sweets then, eh?” Molly asked. “Maybe you’ll have a girl! Does Ted have a preference? I mean, he’ll be a wonderful dad either way. And if he ever needs anything, Arthur would be happy to give him some fathering advice. Just take it with a grain of salt. You know I love that redhead, but he’s so eccentric sometimes.” Molly knew the rumors that people said about her silly husband, about how he was too involved with muggles and their strange devices, but she loved him for it, and most people knew that Molly would come after them if they said anything against him. 

At least, they had at Hogwarts, but now they were adults. She still hoped his ministry coworkers maybe knew that she would come for them if they embarrassed Arthur. 

“Some men are, I think Ted and Frank might be some kind of exception.” she joked chuckling at the idea of them being awful, it was cute how they row but still found themselves madly in love with each other. She wouldn’t put Ted with the sort of men that almost assaulted her in the ER.

“Really, very pregnant indeed.” she smiled widely at the reaction, “You are going to be a mum, I can make a few more tests if you want to know how far along are you, but aside from that I’m pretty sure of the result.”

Alice felt a melancholy twist at the mention of her husband. Frank was a good one. And so was Ted. And now she was pregnant. They were having a baby. 

Except they might not having a baby. Alice put a hand tentatively on her stomach. “Could you? Do the test, I mean?” She wanted to know how far she was. Alice bit her lip. “Should I . . . Do you think I should tell Frank?” she asked. 

Despite not knowing anything further than his name, Luna had such a strong sense of moral responsibility and her kind nature meant she was ecstatically relieved when he reassured her. Frankly others would be too shy or find it rude to snoop through things that didn’t belong to them but Luna didn’t think much of it. She was always open and sharing with everything and wrongfully expected everyone to be similar. Flickering from page to page, Luna peered from the parchment long enough to return a dazzling smile. “Quite a talent, Mr Ollivander.” She mused, taking great interest in every aspect, every scribble and doodle. “I suspect you’re right, kind sir.” She carefully closed the notebook over, placing it in his hands with a level of caution that showed she held a high level of respect for his work.

Luna lingered momentarily before her eyes lit up. “It’d be my pleasure,” she chimed. Riffling through her rucksack, she eventually produced her wand, distinguishable by petite carved acorns. It was with great wonder that she passed it over to him. For the first time in Lunas short but eventful life, the young blondes heart skipped a beat in the cheesy, unrealistic romantic way when the handsome stranger came a little closer. Of course with Luna having little experience or interest in boys until this point, she didn’t notice it nor suspect what caused it.

Luna found unexpected joy in the simple fact that Garrick stored his wand behind his ear. She usually did the same or in her hair or boots; not today though. Last time Luna wandered into the wilderness she stumbled upon a young family, they got chatting. Lovely couple with a sweet daughter but it wasn’t until mid way though a conversation about everything and anything Luna was having while kneeing at the child’s height, that the unsuspecting kid took a liking to the funky stick behind Lunas right ear. The kind Lovegood hadn’t the heart to take her wand back from the awestruck child and it was only by the mercy of a well placed even more interesting branch that Luna still had her wand to this day.

“Much like yourself, I’m also exploring the wonders of nature for new and mesmerising things.” She gleefully shared, gesturing towards her own sketchbooks which peaked out of her satchel. Without opening a page you could tell they were as quirky as their owner, pieces of bright swatches sprung from the edges of most pages. Luna had been quick to discover there were limits to the colours and textures she could achieve through paints so many, many other mediums were used.

Taking Luna’s wand, Garrick smiled, recognizing the craftsmanship. “Did you do the carving or was that done for you at the shop? It’s definitely an Ollivander. My father’s technique is recognizable to me, but maybe not to the untrained eye.” He tapped his temple and gave her a sort of saucy look. “Dad’s work is good, but he likes to play it safe. I want to do more revolutionary things with my life. What I really want it to make the most powerful wand in the world.”

With his life’s dream now laid out on the line there was little else that Garrick felt was important to talk about. Things like where he was born or what he’d done with his schooling were minute details in comparison to his goal. 

Tucking away his journals, Garrick looked up at the blonde. “What’s your quest?” he asked. “Or are you just frolicking about?” He didn’t say it meanly, he could just envision her spinning around with outstretched arms in a flowery meadow or something. 

It was peculiar but Freya instantly felt a connection with this stranger, not the type that meant she was giddily awaiting a proposal. Just more at ease, she could allow her guard to slip a little in ways she wouldn’t dare with others. She sensed by the way he was vigilantly glancing around that he was in the same situation as her; under the beady and always disapproving eyes of a mentor.

She eyed him startled as she couldn’t hide how disarmed she was by his honesty. Observant, wasn’t he? Oh dear lord, he wasn’t keeping tracks on her to woo her?! . The dread began to pool in her mind but he hadn’t given her reason to speculate any further. “My responsibilities.” She mumbled, unintentionally a tad too loud. “Do you include yourself in that? Only.. I don’t spot a ring.” She wasn’t intending anything really, it was just her flirty nature. After-all it was expected of her to at least try flatter the young lords of the evening.

She kept a steady hand on her stomach due to the compressing corset, only allowing brief shallow breaths between drinking and talking, it was no wonder she felt lightheaded but this young gentleman was a surprisingly welcome distraction to her discomfort.

James found himself blushing a bit at her forwardness. “Oh, no, I am, fortunately, unwed. Of course, as such, I bring shame to my household and my father’s name.” He shrugged as he said this. “I’m supposed to be here wooing my future bride, but I just really am not a fan of the general idea of marriage. I don’t think I like anybody, man or woman, enough to live with them for the rest of our lives exclusively.”

He wasn’t completely sure why he was telling her all this- perhaps because she seemed to be fairly down to earth, or maybe he had just been holding his frustration in for so long that he had found an outlet and was unleashing all of it on her. 

“Anyway,” he said lightly. “There’s no ring on your hand either. Is it because they’re afraid you’ll jump at any chance to get out of that awful corset?” He said it in sympathy- James would not have done well as a woman. 

The Snatcher lost his grip on Lily’s wand, but Lily wasn’t paying attention to Regulus’s plan. She had one of her own.

She dug the locket quickly out of her bag and looped it around her neck, letting its dark magic take over. She took a deep breath and tilted her head back while she let it sink in, exploiting powers she didn’t even know she had. Of course she’d experimented with wandless magic before but it definitely hadn’t been this strong.

She took advantage of the buildup but waited for one of the Snatchers to advance on her before she threw her hands forward and cast a spell to shove him back. She didn’t even wait to hear his head thunk against the tree before she rounded on the next one.

Lily’s wand flew into Regulus’ outstretched hand, but when he went to toss it to her, he found that she didn’t need it. Regulus watched, mouth agape, as she propelled one of the snatchers into a tree with a sheer force of will that only came from the horcrux she was wearing. She quickly turned to get another one, which was lucky for him, as the snatcher she focused on was coming for him, distracted.