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irenexbowman‌:

Irene chuckled at Arthur’s concern.  She hadn’t realized she was that deep in thought. “Thanks for checking on me.  I do appreciate it. Also thanks for not just immediately calling for medical wizards; I would have been thoroughly embarrassed to admit that I was just lost in thought.”

“I’m sure they would’ve been more relieved that nothin’s actually wrong with you,” he shrugged, adjusting himself in his seat to be more comfortable. his arm lazily hung over the back of the chair, and his knee bent slightly so he could rest his foot against the leg of the table. “i would’a been a hero.”

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molly-prcwctt‌:

“Thanks.” Molly smiled. “It takes time, y’know? I’m sure if my hair was shorter it’d be easier but it’s not, so it isn’t.” She replied, before turning around. “How do I look?”

“Beauty takes sacrifice.” He nodded as if he understood, though the hair on his own head had been shaved closely in the same style he had since his first year. “Gorgeous as always, of course.”

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swearwolfremuslupin‌:

Remus laughed, unable to help himself. The words were different but the sentiment was one he was incredibly familiar with. “Yeah, I hear that a lot.” He admitted. “It never seems to shut me up though.” He pushed his hair back from his face, slouching over the table in an attempt to get more comfortable. “Hm? Oh, she can’t do anything.” He murmured, shaking his head lazily. “I’m okay. I’ll be okay.” He pushed back away from the table again, hesitant to let himself rest too heavily against it. “What are you doing here? Have I already asked you? I don’t want to interrupt your studying.” 

Arthur shook his head, pursing his lips as he watched Remus. “I was in the area and got stuck with a free period this year,” he casually explained. “My mother always told me I should spend more time readin’, so…” his voice drifted off as he finally reached into the bookbag he had all but forgotten, pulling out a copy of the Holy Bible. “Did you know that muggles believe this story is the origin of man’s creation?”

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Arthur took steady steps down the corridor, heading for the great hall. Beads of sweat rolled down his neck and into his robes— his robes, which hid all the signs of a wizard who had just been shaken to the core. His hands shook beneath the cover of his sleeves, gripping the strap of his textbook with fierce strength. The hissing sound rang in his ears, followed by the slithering scales that had escaped into the tall grass. “Fuckin’ snakes,” he mumbled. The adder by the Great Lake hadn’t even approached him, but just the sight of the serpent was enough to ruin the rest of his day. “Hate the fuckin’ things, they’re evil.”

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xcaradocdearbornx‌:

The snow was crunchy under Caradoc’s feet as he walked the grounds. He held his hands in his coat pockets as he looked up at Hogwarts; the architecture, the differences in color depending on the sunlight, how it looked to reach to the heavens. He took in a deep sigh, breathing in the fresh, clean air.

For one who always had his head in the clouds, he was more aware than it may have appeared. Caradoc took in details others might overlook. He felt lucky in that way but also a bit sad that the people around them didn’t look up once in a while.

The air around him moved. Someone was near him. He looked over with a warm smile. “I’m glad someone else around here can appreciate the view.”

“it gets way too stuffy in that castle, for how big it seems from out here.” arthur heaved a deep sigh, his hands resting on his hips as he looked away from caradoc to stare at the castle walls again. a gust of air went past them, sending a chill down his arms. pulling his robes tighter around himself, he lifted his hands to adjust the beanie that was on his head. quite some time had passed since the incident in the woods, and arthur had yet to do some personal introspection about it. 

the grounds were as good a place as any to get lost in philosophical thought, and it was just like arthur to find himself running into another wandering wizard. his breath left his mouth and formed a thick cloud against the cold air. “though i can practically feel my lungs freezing out here.”

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irenexbowman‌:

Irene had her things spread out all across a library table, even though she wasn’t really working on anything to much.  In reality she was lost in thought, staring at the parchment in front of her.  She was roused from her thoughts she realized that someone was standing on the other side of the table.  “Sorry, did you need me to move my things?”

“nah, i was just checkin’ if you were alive.” he laughed as he spoke, ignoring the seventh year ravenclaw that hushed him from the table on the other side of the aisle. “glad to say i won’t be callin’ any medical wizards in here yet.”

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swearwolfremuslupin‌:

Remus sighed, unable to hide his relief. He was so tired, all he needed was for somebody to tell him to stay where he was. Then he could do so without feeling guilty. Arthur was someone who gave people permission to feel exactly how they were feeling, something he hadn’t realised was so important, so needed, until meeting him. “Okay…” He said quietly, a grateful smile tugging at his lips. He watched as the boy took a seat, ducking his head when he was called out on being dishonest. Not many people would care enough to notice and, if they did, he couldn’t say he would feel inclined to tell them the truth. This was different, though. Arthur Weasley was known for wanting to help. “I’m okay, just… I’m not feeling- I don’t know…” He frowned to himself, hating the fact that he found it so difficult to be open outside of the Marauders. “I haven’t slept more than an hour each night for about- about four days.” He admitted. “I’m just not very- I’m really tired, I’m sorry.” 

“there’s a whole lotta explanation comin’ outta your mouth when it’s not needed.” arthur shrugged, settling into his chair before turning to really get a good look at remus. “you’re tired. it happens to everyone.” his brow furrowed with growing concern as he took in the full extent of just how exhausted remus appeared. “have you tried seeing madam pomfrey about it? i’m sure she has somethin’ that’ll help.”

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siiniistra‌:

“So, what do you think?”

“it’s nice, but got nothin’ on the sortin’ hat.”

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wiitchcrvft‌:

the weather was nice for once but madeline was still inside, her chosen spot in a little alcove covered in hanging plants claimed and warm. she didn’t really need to study so she brought a well worn book for creating charms to peruse, lazily flicking her wand to try out a new one she thought of when she heard a noise, a giggle and some whispering. a wayward couple in her sanctuary, she smirked and responded to the last whisper she had overheard “i can hear you.” she said in a sing song voice, grinning.

getting caught in the middle of conversations was becoming a seemingly daily occurrence in arthur’s life. he had decided to take an alternate route to the great hall, opting for the long way around the castle, when a voice reached his ears, though no face met his eyes to match. glancing to the side, he spotted a giggling couple of fifth years scampering away, their heads ducked and cheeks red. “are my footsteps really that loud?” he looked to the opposite side, taking out the blueberry flavored lolly he had in his mouth and trying to peer behind a wall of plants he hadn’t ever noticed before. 

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molly-prcwctt‌:

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. I’ll be ready to go in a minute.”

“don’t worry about them, mols.” arthur waved away the rest of the gryffindors they had agreed to join for lunch. when a sixth year opened his mouth to complain, arthur’s eyes narrowed and he mouthed a silent fuck off, shooing them away with another wave of his hand. “they’re fine waiting for us there.”

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avgvstvs-rookwood‌:

“Am I busy later?” Augustus repeated the question, his smirk growing as he leaned forward, weight supported by a hand he rested on the brick wall beside the other’s head. “Well, I might have some free time this afternoon….What’d you have in mind?”

arthur leaned with his back against the courtyard’s wall, his knee bent and his foot resting parallel to the wall, arms crossed. he narrowed his eyes at augustus, though a smirk spread across his face. “i ain’t sayin’ we gotta have a plan. just lookin’ for somethin’ fun to do.”

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swearwolfremuslupin‌:

Remus was supposed to be studying but he had been reading the same sentence for ten minutes now and it was becoming increasingly difficult to concentrate. As his frustration grew, so did his lethargy. His limbs felt heavy and weak, his stomach lurched with every sudden movement. Despite his discomfort, despite longing for his bed, he just couldn’t bring himself to make his way back to the common room. It felt so far from the library, part of him was genuinely concerned he wouldn’t make it. And some stupid, stubborn part of him didn’t want to admit defeat. He blinked, tearing his gaze away from his book, looking up and accidentally catching the eye of a student. He wasn’t an idiot, he could sense their concern and made a half-hearted show of brushing it off. “I’m just- I’m tired.” He murmured, closing his book and sliding into his messenger bag. “It’s fine, ‘m fine… I’m actually leaving- I just…” 

having two younger brothers, arthur was no stranger to looking out for other souls. some days he chose a specific person to spend time with and watch out for, other times he wandered the school to see what he would find. this time, with no particular patron to guide, he walked himself to the library--- now was as good a time as any to buckle down and begin his studies for exams. but as fate would have it, a tired and sickly looking remus lupin was brought to his attention as he sat down at one of the back tables. “don’t feel the need to leave on my account,” arthur offered, his lips turning upwards in a friendly smile. he hadn’t even removed his texts from his book bag yet, so he lifted it off the table and took a seat next to remus instead. “and don’t try lying to me. i know when someone’s fine, and you sure ain’t.”

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ollivandriel‌:

“Trouble with all of it,” Ariel groused, tossing her bag on the table with more necessary force, causing it to slide off the other side, “Dammit,” She cursed but did not make a move to retrieve it as she flopped into the chair, “That and they think the killers out there I guess. Or that the Squid’s gone feral, or some other bullshit they’re making up to keep us inside.” 

“must be a stupid killer,” arthur mused, carefully folding the newspaper and setting it on the table. “i wouldn’t stick around if i’d done it. ...but then again, maybe they didn’t have a choice.” in the face of such tragedies, arthur found it easiest to either make light of the situation, or cloud the possibilities with conspiracies. having been close to bertram, and finding it extremely difficult to keep a genuine smile on his face, he was in the mood for conspiracies this time. “how much would you bet it was a slytherin?”

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meadowes-dorcas‌:

Dorcas was sitting in one of the windows leading to the courtyard studying.  This was her favorite places, since it was outside but still shaded enough to see properly.  She was lost in thought when she felt someone bump against her. “Hey watch it would you? I’m trying to focus.”

“shit, my bad.” arthur tightened his grip on his book bag, which had almost slipped off of his shoulder as he bumped dorcas. he waved at the group of boys he had been walking with. “i’ll catch up later.” turning back to dorcas, he sat down next to her before she could tell him not to. “studying for anything in particular, or just for fun?”

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ollivandriel‌:

“What do you mean I’m not allowed to–I left my watch out there last night I need to get it–” Ariel glared at the stony faced Auror who had caught her by the Entrance Hall doors and prevented her from leaving. Arsehole. Another brief explanation as to why it��‘wasn’t safe to allow the students out of the school especially not into an active crime scene’ had Ariel protesting again, “I’ll just be like 10 minutes.” Another glare from the Auror, “Fine!”

As she stormed out Ariel wondered if maybe making a bed sheet rope out the window of the Tower wasn’t such an insane idea after all. 

“more trouble with the owl patrol?” arthur glanced away from his daily prophet as ariel made her way back into the common room, raising a brow and offering her a friendly smirk. he himself had gathered a good number of detentions in the days following the afterparty, mostly due to ‘experimentation with muggle artifacts in prohibited areas’, as mcgonagall had put it. with time passing, he figured the aurors would ease up on their patrols, but that didn’t seem to be the case. “are they really still investigating the woods? i mean, the dark mark was above us all that night, we all know what it was. damn ministry is just shit at doing their job.”

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alongcamegreta‌:

“Could ya possibly scooch and pass the mash?”

“yeah, yeah! sorry--- my bad.” arthur realized he was taking up much more space than he needed to, with his elbows out to his sides and his book bag on the bench next to him as he devoured a turkey leg. the grease from the turkey was smeared on the side of his mouth, and he crudely wiped it away and nudged his bag at the same time, knocking it to the ground under the table. “your seat awaits, miss.”

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bakers-books‌:

“That’s…fair. It’s hard to be logical like that sometimes. Thanks Arthur. The magical world is still so mysterious to me sometimes, growing up mostly in the muggle world, so stuff like that makes sense when you say it but isn’t a conclusion I come to on my own. The magical world seems so much more….serious….to me.”

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“i grew up in america, so most of the issues here...i’m not completely privy to.” he offered her a quick shrug, his fingers toying with the rings of the opposite hand. “i can’t say much about that--- the seriousness, i mean. i’m no muggle, obviously. don’t know much about them. i know texas didn’t have any vol---” he stopped midway, cutting himself off at the name as he always did. “you-know-who.”