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Enjoy some doodles I did for a hp rp I recently joined. Really enjoying it so far!!
mamamoo debuted june 19, 2014 i don't know the time though sorry
nah don’t worry 💕💕💕 It could’ve been 12am so I’m going to use that ok? 💕
[Below Cut: Mamamoo 2019 ]
˜”*°•❦ 𝔰𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔶 𝔥𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔭𝔬𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔢𝔯 ❦•°*”˜ [OC Teaser]
this is something quite different, but I really enjoyed doing this and I hope you guys enjoy reading it!
◤¤ He whistled along to Celestina Warbeck’s “Beat Back Those Bludgers, Boys, and Chuck That Quaffle Here” as he stirred the contents of the cauldron four times clockwise, then two and a half times anti-clockwise. Even sooner than he had expected, his mother shouted down from the living room to the basement where he was working, threatening that whoever she caught singing the Puddlemere chant would be on De-Gnoming Duty next. He swiftly stopped whistling, but a small laugh escaped, he couldn’t help the chant being so catchy, nor his mother’s intense love of Quidditch. Holyhead Harpies were her team and, in their household, supporting any other was simply not an option. ¤◢
◤¤ His father, meanwhile, had begun to hum the chant from wherever he was in the house, most likely the kitchen. It took only a few seconds for his younger brother to join in from the top floor with the lyrics, a brave move considering he was most likely to be thrown over her shoulder as punishment, still being a small 10 year old. The Potioneer simply had no choice but to join in, bellowing the lyrics until the entire house was filled with the chant. Their mother didn’t know who to hunt down first, he heard a small “Sonorus” above their din, before her amplified voice overtook all three of theirs with an impassioned, “All of you. Tomorrow. De-gnoming. AND family Quidditch match.” That shut them all up. Groans echoed around the house, but none were brave enough to speak up and face her wrath. ¤◢
◤¤ The groans weren’t protests against the family Quidditch match, especially not from Alasdair, his younger brother, who had aspirations of playing for his Hogwarts house team, whichever house that may be. They mainly groaned because of the de-gnoming they would suffer through beforehand, in the freezing cold January weather. The Potioneer didn’t doubt that he and his father, who always played together, would be beaten once again and that they would have to suffer through an infamous Family Punishment for it. He didn’t particularly care for Quidditch so the loss wouldn’t bother him, only the punishment. Although he ordinarily preferred to spend his time making, creating and perfecting potions, or studying, he attended the Quidditch league matches every time the Harpies played, in order to spend quality time with his mother and brother, time he treasured. ¤◢
◤¤ The Potioneer understood that having a family, especially a family like his was a privilege: his parents loved each other and their two sons, they were caring and honest with one another and they didn’t have to worry about money, thanks to their parents’ hard work.
It wasn’t all daisies and dandelions though, his childhood hadn’t been without its difficulties, and some of those could be brought to mind with the mere murmur of the name Kalani. ¤◢
Kalani Bonaventure
⟿”the heaven’s good fortune”⬳
✥ “But Mummy, why can’t I help her?” the small 9 year old asked, the frown on his face breaking the innocence there. His mother had sighed and spoken very carefully, “Little Ami, the doctors are trying to help Kalani right now. Your potions can’t fix this pain.” She broke the news in a quiet voice, with her husband’s hand on her shoulder for support. The little boy looked heartbroken; he couldn’t help his best friend, not even the best of his talent could cure her. He visited her every day she was in hospital, bringing her sweets from Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes and chatting to her endlessly to try and raise her spirits, even when all she could do was listen. In the end, neither his efforts nor the doctors could help her, and ‘heaven’s good fortune’ travelled to her namesake. ✥
◤¤ Ever since that day, May 17th 2013, the Potioneer had struggled with the feeling of helplessness and sought to avoid at all costs. He doesn’t know what his future plans are or what he wants to do in life, all he knows is that he has a yearning, a need, to do something great. To make a difference somehow. ¤◢
“I don't want to be remembered for who I am, I want to be remembered for what I did, the impact I, Amadeus Ogden, left.

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