i am punk because i say so

                    𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐄  𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃'𝐕𝐄  𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇  𝐇𝐄𝐑   ,     simply  nodding  along  without  so  much  as  a  sarcastic  remark     ,     had  he  not  seen  them  doing  the  exact  same  thing  only  thirty  minutes  ago     .     Wiping  the  sweat  from  his  forehead     ,     he  scrunched  his  nose     .       ❛      Well  in  that  case      ,     ❜     lifting  his  hand     ,     he  allowed  them  the  wonderful  opportunity  to  study  the  intense  structure  of  his  middle  finger     .

"Yeah, I'm sure they'll love to suck on that." Charity rolled her eyes, and scratched her nose. She wasn’t one to be grumpy, usually she found herself to be quite friendly. “Stick some other body parts in there I’m sure they’ll love it.”

Send “☎” for a RUSHED text.

[to peter 5:50PM] great fuckin show mate. love to rant about it more but i got an paper due in the morning

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

[to peter 11:16AM] hey do you think pettigrew’s alright looking?

Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

[to hestia 10:39PM] biiiiiiiih my g string broke

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

[to hestia 12:02PM] where are you rn?

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

[to hestia 1:11PM] that’s fucking stupid and you know it

“Thank you, Charity Burbage, thank you. You’re a hero. So she bought it, then? And I’ll be sure to hide out in the common room, then — which is boring, but less boring than serving detention for skipping. Did I miss anything important, by the way? I really did want to show up today, but you know … I also wanted to sleep in.”

"Staying asleep might be your saving grace." Charity teased back at her rebellious counterpart. "Did you miss anything important? I don't think so, then again I can barely keep my eyes open in classes anymore."

“Oi! What d’ya have against my toes? They’re glorious, they are.” He laughed a little, looking down at his shoes. “Maybe I should paint their nails, or something, make ‘em even more appealing. And don’t worry, I’ll get myself some new shoes ASAP.”

"Just for our sake. And the sake of all our noses." Charity outstretched her hand to his shoulder. "It's because I'm your friend and I care about you. And it's more than the drugs and constant thievery that keep people away from you. I'm all about it, but its clear they aren't. And if you’re going to paint your toes at least do them in the house colors. Show some pride."

“Oh, that is definitely a pro. My mum definitely does know, as does my dad, but I’ve done quite well at just not giving them a reason not to send me a howler. Staying out of trouble is a solid way to avoid that. Or at least, not getting caught is.”

"That's the benefit of muggleborn parents, they can't really figure out how to contact me here. But they find out when something goes wrong trust me. When I get back home for the holiday...the chicken coop...my responsibility"

“Everyone I know that plays an instrument is already in CVRSED so I suppose I’m just a one witch show.”

“Let’s just say I’ve been very inspired by Bob Dylan and David Bowie lately, so that’s been sounding interesting.”

“Sturgis hands down, Mary, Rosmerta, maybe Mundungus, in no particular order. Just good people to be around.”

Charity: Mundungus has 600 priors. Selling drugs. Selling Drugs. Selling drugs. Dog larceny.

mundungus: if you're so punk would you rather sleep with blondie or bowie