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  ❝But—! They—!❞ Hermione attempted to rebuttal, but her lips soon pressed closed. Her brows knitted, thinking of how she could possibly argue back. He was right, though. If the family wasn’t abusive, it was… fine, she supposed. But to her, it still didn’t sit right. It just didn’t make her feel better. Did house elves really have a choice? She always assumed not, but as he said, her first examples of house elves weren’t… the best. Not at all.

  Sighing, getting comfortable within her seat, Hermione caved, glancing across the table to Arthur. He wasn’t lecturing her, no, merely helping her to understand better. ❝I just… I find it concerning,❞ She mumbled quietly, her hands clasping together as she rested them on the table, ❝I suppose it’s a confusing thing for me, to understand how creatures, living things, know that being used as servants is a comfortable life.❞ Her teeth dug into her bottom lip, ❝…We really didn’t have the best examples growing up, did we? Harry, Ron and I, I mean.❞

          Smiling softly at the young female, Arthur finds himself getting comfortable next to her, a small huff of breath escaping from him. The three of them - they really didn’t have the best examples, and Arthur wishes -- well, he doesn’t quite know what he wishes, but things would have been different, that is for sure. 

“I can understand, how it can be so confusing,” Arthur responds after a moment, rubbing his face, exhaustion slowly coursing through him, thanks to his age. “It’s not --” Arthur begins before pausing, humming softly. “To them it isn’t being a servant. To them, it’s something more. Something that only they can really explain.” He finishes, trying his best.

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Severus withdraws his hand the moment the weight of the vial is lifted, crossing his arms in front of him. However, his expression isn’t hostile. In fact, he makes an effort to be pleasant. He can tell it makes Arthur uncomfortable having to rely on him – and he knows the feeling all too well.

They’re staring. Summer break had the weasley’s all at home - a home that had so few spare rooms offering privacy that it was impossible for Severus to make a visit unnoticed. It’s not like he’s so keen on spending his summer afternoon in their company either. For Merlin’s sake - did they not have anything else to occupy themselves with?

He clears his throat, purposefully keeping his eyes on Arthur as if they were the only two people in the room.

“The dossage-” eyes dart towards the vial in Arthur’s hands - where he notes a slight tremor, and he pauses.

“Don’t your sons have anything they ought to be attending to?” A kindness - even if it likely doesn’t come across that way. If Art her wanted to discuss the progress of his condition with them, he could do so at his own discretion. Severus, however, couldn’t afford to sugarcoat things.

          Clearing his throat, Arthur turns to look towards his son’s, arching an eyebrow at them as he waits for them to leave. He understands why they’re curious, and suspicious, but he can’t deal with them at this moment, not as his hands shake and his body feels like it’ll fall over in any moment.

“Fred? George? None of those ears, understand?” He asks, though it’s rhetorical, as they nod, because they know it - they know he’s understanding and respectful and would normally tell them what they needed to hear but this time... this time, it couldn’t be something they heard. Not until he took it all in himself. 

After waiting a few minutes, he finds himself turning back to Severus, letting out a small breath - a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “What about the dossage?” He finds himself asking, a fear coursing through him as to what the potions master could possibly tell him.

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Distress  inside  his  expression  cannot  be  hidden  in  front  of  him.  Mr.Weasley  was  someone  he  honestly  considered  like  an  legitimate  father,  for  how  easily  he  had  been  accepted  inside  their  family,  and  how  he  embraced  that  home  sentiment  with  them  …  Besides,  there  was  always  that  faint  awareness,  even  if  he  was  away,  life  was  difficult  —  when  he  had  searching  every  day  on  his  own  means  to  facilitate  Ron’s  existence.  Kind  of  poor  life  they  both  experencied,  he  knew  that  —  when,  regardless  how  many  times  passed,  he  was  still  surprised  to  be  flattered  by  gifts  and  others  experiences  he  never  touched  before  …  Though,  that  last  sentence,,  could  be  almost  be  altered  —  that  he  never  touched  inside  that  current  life.  Did  it  was  still  naive to  believe  inside  way  to  fix  circumstances  ?  Nightmare  of  what  have  been  beginning  of  the  year  didn’t  seemed  to  stop  …  He  would  have  hoped  act  sooner.  He  would  have  hoped  stop  what  happened  to  happening  to  begin  with  !  Furthermore,  there  was  trap  of  his  mind.    ❝  I  wish  I  had  acted  sooner,  Mr.Weasley  …    ❞  He  won’t  be  inside  that  hospital  bed  in  the  first  place.  He  disliked  more  connection  he  shared  with  that  concerned  Dark  Lord  …  when  he  had  nightmarish  physical  recollection  presence  already  at  his  side  …  Guilt  wasn’t  going  to  leave  simply  by  be  reassured.  Somewhere,  he  believed  circumstances  was  his  fault.    ❝  I’m  glad    …  but  I  feel  like  lately  everything  is  my  fault  …    ❞

          He could tell, as he waited patiently for the young lad’s response, that there was something more that wasn’t being said. He almost thought about asking what was going through Harry’s mind, but his heart nearly broke at hearing Harry’s words instead, and he did his best to shift towards his son’s closest friend - someone he’s come to consider as part of the family as any other’s - placing his hand on the teenager’s shoulder. “You did something as soon as you possibly could, Harry. You must know that,” Arthur voices, a soft smile on his face. “No - if anything, us adults are at fault. You’d find your godfather in agreeance there...” Arthur trails off, closing his eyes briefly. “If you had acted any later, I would not be here. And for that, I am thankful. More than you could ever imagine.”

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          jai speaking // are there any fred or george writers who want a birthday post?

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           jai speaking // alrighty, so i am all caught up on here !! i would love to follow more active hp blogs, so if anyone has any suggestions, hit me up. otherwise, feel free to leave me some memes or talk to me on @sxperflxity ♥.

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RP MEMES- HURT EDITION Physical

“I think you need to lay down!”

“You’re limping. What happened?”

“You’re pale as a ghost!”

“That look like it hurt!”

“You took quite the fall!”

“Did you burn yourself?“

“Take it easy.”

“Have you been hiding that all day?”

“We need to get you to a hospital!”

“Careful with that knife! You’ll lose a finger!”

“You lost consciousness? That’s not normal.”

“You aren’t going anywhere until your fever goes down.”

Mental

“Slow down, you’re talking too fast.”

“You’re safe now, I promise.”

“Why are you crying?”

“Don’t beat yourself up.”

“I think you need to take a break. Let’s do something else.”

“Were you crying?”

“Hey, I’m here for you.”

“If you need to cry, I’m here.”

“Did you have a nightmare?”

“You’re shaking, are you having an anxiety attack? Let’s go somewhere quiet.”

“Did someone break your heart?”

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          “Hermione, that’s not quite what being a House Elf is like,” Arthur starts, pursing his lips momentarily before letting out a sigh. “They need their family’s magic in order to survive. If they’re with a family that isn’t abusive, they thrive. They’d be able to leave any time.” Arthur pauses once more, tilting his head just a little, before continuing, “You haven’t had the best examples, with Kreacher and Dobby and Winky, but, that is not the norm,” he finishes.

@bccksmarts​ -> starter call.

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           Taking the vial carefully, Arthur lets out a small hum as he stares at the liquid, uneasiness settling deep in his stomach. “Thank you, Severus,” he practically whispers, a frown forming on his face. “I know you’re busy. I appreciate your time for making this,” he adds. Ever since the snake bit him, he’s needed a potion since leaving St. Mungo’s. However, being unable to afford it --- well, he is thankful, indeed, even if his children do stare, distrustfully.

@pctioneer​ -> starter call

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           “I understand, of course, that you don’t go looking for trouble, Harry, but...” Arthur pauses here, pursing his lips, trying to figure out just how to word his next words before letting out a small huff of breath, “But trouble seems to find you, regardless, from what Ron has mentioned.” Arthur says, soft and unsure. “So if trouble seems to find you this year... please let someone know. Sirius Black is....” Arthur finishes here, shrugging a little, unsure completely this time how to continue.

@waslikemagic​ -> starter call.

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          Rushing to his daughter, Arthur carefully wraps his arms around her, heart pounding as he takes in her frame. She doesn’t look injured, doesn’t look hurt - not as bad as the young Potter boy next to her is, and part of him is extremely thankful for that, but he does not know what kind of scars Ginny could have hidden from sight, and that thought is terrifying for him. “Are you alright? What happened? How did you even get down there, Ginny?” Arthur asks, ignoring Molly’s shriek as he pulls away from his youngest.

@prioriincantatem​ -> starter call

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          “You must know, Harry, we don’t blame you for this. You saved my life. Please remember that,” Arthur says, voice soft as he shifts in the hospital bed with a grimace, pain rushing through him thanks to the snake bite. “I know it’s not easy to believe, but please do,” he adds.

@lightcreators​ -> starter call.

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          “She means well, your Mother. She just doesn’t know how to look past what she considers true, and see what you enjoy,” Arthur voices to Fred, quiet and sincere as he places his hand on his son’s shoulder, squeezing a little. “Just know that I’m proud of you and your brother for everything you’ve done.”

@weasleyandweasley​ -> starter call.

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hi everyone !! i apologize for disappearing for so long. i am back writing again, so consider this a quick starter call. i am still going to work on previous starters owed from my other starter call.

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heya guys! no icon right now because my original computer I rp on is being restored. just a little update, that due to the hours of my new job (i’ve been out of training for a full week, so i finally feel comfortable enough making this post) i will only be online on Friday’s and Saturdays. While I do have three days off a week, the third day fluctuates, so I can’t say fo sure when it is, and I’d rather have that day away from rp’ing. you can, of course, catch me on my discord, jamie#1380. catch y’all on the flip side ♥

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"Happy birthday, my son!" Arthur grins, fingers running through his son's hair! "Have you seen your other half?"

open to fred & george's.

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consider this a starter call - fresh and new for my return. please specify muses if you’re a mumu.

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apologies for not being around. this weekend, i'll hop on and work on starters and memes. ♥