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Love Letter meme

Congratulations on your marking day! Pity I could not stay for the little soiree they threw for you. For I heard that it was a rambunctious gathering. The Muggles were lucky they heeded their instinct to ignore the noise for Macnair often ends such with blood.

You are like by my men. I think you do not give credit to how powerful you truly are. They can see that as I do. I see not just what you are but who you could become. 

I do hope they have not spoiled your humor. That little minx they swung from arm to arm did not appeal to your tastes? What about the other one? I knew you would not say no to her sitting there near you.. Sometimes the quiet ones have more to say. When she made eye contact with you and you gave a second look was that out of concern or desire?

So fresh out of school so young to the world. While you are mature in your handling of the dark arts are you in the matters of the flesh? What an honor that might be to be there with you when you taste of that fruit. I recall mine with nostalgic eyes.

Alas I am no seer just a letter in your boudoir. 

And don’t panic when she enters behind you for I assure you she is no spy or assassin. She’s a teacher of sorts in arts of so beguiling a fashion. Don’t fret for she won’t stay on. She has other arts to deal with in the day.

my opinion on;

character in general: I love Severus to begin with and this version doesn’t disappoint.how they play them: it seems legit and close enough to canon without it being too weird.the mun: Lovely and easy to talk to. I like it when people are easy to talk to! 

do i;

follow them: Yes.rp with them: Yes.want to rp with them: Yes.ship their character with mine: No.

what is my;

overall opinion: Go follow, most definitely, nobody will be left disappointed.

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.

@vulnerasanentuur

this is the screaming duck bomb that amelia threw into snape’s office/classroom XD james in the afterlife tbh:

Closed rp with @vulnerasanentuur

It was evening time at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and it was Hermione Granger's third year.  She had had a lot of homework to do, and as hard as she tried to study in the common room, it had been far too distracting, since she had thought she was alone, people soon began pouring in, which made sense as it was the common room, but it was still frustrating, so instead, she had decided to head to her go to area of the castle, the library.

She had been sitting at a table studying for what seemed like a couple hours, and while she understood everything, she still had a ton of work, so that when she finished, Madame Prince had to kick her out. She left in a huff, noticing that the sun was going down. She could get back to the common room, but she knew that some of the teachers might not be very understanding, as she walked the halls, darkness slowly falling.

"Shoot!" She said, under her breath, knocking over a nearby vase in her haste. She backtracked, pointing her wand and taking the proper stance, as she shouted, "Reparo!" and although the vase was now fixed, someone was sure to have heard the object breaking, along with the shouting of her incantation, and this was more time that she was using when she could have been heading back to her common room.

She took a deep breath, it seemed like it was getting dark a lot more quickly to her than it had been a few moments ago. She needed to hurry, for obvious reasons, but also so that she could do the million things that she still had on her plate.

Harry folded his arms and stared down his head of house. He didn’t like the man. He reminded him of all the bullies he’d known back in Surrey and, of course, it didn’t help that the man seemed to dislike him for no good reason. “I didn’t steal anything from your stores, I really didn’t. What use would I have for Polyjuice Potion anyway? I’m sure you don’t think I could brew something like that with my, what did you call it last week, my limited talents in the art of potion-making.” Although Harry suspected mouthing off would make things worse for him, he couldn’t seem to stop his rambling. Besides, he was innocent! At least this time. 

It was the first full moon since Remus’ return to Hogwarts in the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. After the war, McGonagall took over the position of headmaster and reached out to him with an offer--return to his position for a five year guaranteed contract. Part of that legal agreement required him to work with Severus to make the Wolfsbane potion each month. The first time he missed a potion, he would be placed on probation. After three strikes, he would be out for good. He had no problem with the agreement itself but working with Severus was always an uncertain prospect, especially since he would again be teaching in the position that the man most wanted. 

Theodore had been sitting in the Fourth-floor corridor, sitting up against the window sill and reading quietly. He’d been sitting as still as a statue, glancing down at the tiny scrawling text on the parchment with utmost concentration. 

He looked up at his Professor when he heard him speak, his thumb resting lightly on the page. He then looked down and realised that he had blood on his shirt, the red staining the pristine white, showing up in contrast against his green and silver tie.

“Must be mine,” he commented, sniffing slightly, “Someone slipped me some of that Nosebleed Nougat as a joke.” It was a lie. In actuality, a Hufflepuff a year above him had called him a faggot, something he hadn’t taken to lightly. Theodore hadn’t even bothered raising his wand and punched him right in the nose.

He knew Professor Snape would see through it, but the sixth year remained cagey for now. 

Lyra smirked, “What makes you say that?”