#hoggleswart

context: her image on instagram and publicly is very transparently moira. it showcases with and without makeup, her family, her ups and downs, the fun times, the loves and losses. for moira, it is less about her public image and instead more of an online photo album.

gracefully making her way over to the minister's advisor, there is a clear tension in her exposed shoulders as she forces a smile onto her lips - she can hear the distant crow of her mother's high-pitched remarks ( how she could remember it after twenty-six years away from her was beyond gwen ). "mister burke." the mediwitch offers a bow of her head to the other, the framing pieces of her hair falling with her movement before she looks back to him. "i am in need of escape once more, if you so wish in being my knight that would be much appreciated." gwendolyn. her name is called in the banshee cry, her smile never faltering as eyes hold the begging of her request, "please."

"and i thought i was good at lying." humming softly, the faux blonde flicks back her fringe with slender fingers as she shrugs her shoulders. it had been released to the public of grace's involvement, of all of the auror's involvement, but not moira's. so it became a dance making up stories of how she ended up in st mungos, how she ended up with a wound likely to scar upon her head - from a nasty fall in her stoneless garden to a wild imp causing trouble with a fanged frisbee. "would you believe me if i told you i took a tumble down the stairs at home?" it wasn't like he would know she lived in a bungalow.

there's a slight shake to her hands as she lifts them from their position on either side of her aging body, a vibrant calla lily is held delicately between them as fresh tears slip along freckled cheeks - her voice breaks, her head lifts and she speaks to the sky above the school. " but, merlin, i miss you. "

context: if minette isn't in the gym or crocheting with her mum, then you'll find her with her face in a book. it is rare that minette will be seen out with a book or in a bookshop - often having them delivered straight to her house - and yes, she is a big fantasy girl. at this point she has read j.r.r.tolkien's works about twenty times.

" serpent bâtard . . . " the words are whispered as she looks over her shoulder at her ex, taking in his features - perhaps a beat too long - after the long absence of seeing him. she had last seen him at that sham of a wedding, ridiculous. clicking her tongue, the french keeper spins to face her teammate. " what do you want from me, marcus ? to fall to my knees and scream to the heavens about my past ? would that make you feel better ? "

left post context: it is an image of the piano that had been her one piece of entertainment at her family estate, an old friend, which she had been rumoured to have been set alight after her escape to max's arms. the photo was posted as soon as she found out, for she lost a friend that day. a source of happiness and distraction from the world her childhood had become. right post context: posted a few years before the battle of hogwarts, the image showcases a young gwen and max in an enamoured embrace mid dance - the song playing was love me tender and was the song of their first dance from their wedding. the few photos that do feature on her instagram often involve max, lily and their lives prior to disaster. it is clear from the image that gwen is carefree and relaxed.

context: here we have one of gwen's rare instagram posts and it's even one of those photo carousels - she's a tech genius now! she still lives in the townhouse in london which she shared with max and their daughter, she hasn't changed many things over the last decade and it shows. the colourful accents throughout the house were max's choices - those bathroom tiles where a battle which he one - and now she lives in this large home all alone. she is currently considering renting one of the spare rooms out.