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[burnedglory]

❝ don’t slip! ❞ - from viktor for ron !

starter for viktor krum ( @viiktorious )

location: hogsmeade

“Don’t slip!”

Seconds later, two things happen simultaneously:

1) Ron whirls his head around to try and catch the eye of the person who said that, unsure if it was really addressed to him, but kind of confidant it was because he recognized the voice.

2) Ron slips down the small stairs, as they were rather icy and still had some snow left on them.

He lands slightly awkwardly and although the air’s been knocked out of him, he quickly can tell that nothing’s broken. Bruised, sure, but it could have been worse. Now Ron looks up at the person who spoke, recognizing Viktor Krum, the man he used to fanboy over for being a great Quidditch player.

Ron quickly scrambles to his feet and chuckles. “I appreciate your efforts, although they were in vain,” he says, brushing some snow off him. “It’s been a while, yeah? How’ve you been?” He tries to quickly segue away from that embarrassing fall.

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abatina, daffodil and hibiscus - for ron

meme night!

abatina :   is there anything in life your muse has changed their mind about over time   (   due to becoming more educated on the topic ,   certain experiences  ,   etc .   ) ,   or that they   would   change their mind about under certain circumstances ?  

ron has definitely changed his mind (or is getting there) about the people he used to heavily dislike, such as draco malfoy, his friends, and his mother narcissa. he’s come to realize that the world isn’t so black and white, people are complex, and he if others can move on, maybe he can too. this has just come from growing up, being in the wizarding world, and witnessing how draco protected him, hermione, and harry at malfoy manor, despite the risk to himself.

daffodil :   is your muse one to be loyal in relationships ,   or are they likely to quickly move from one bond to another ?

a resounding yes. if there is any reason that ron is a gryffindor, it’s because of his devout loyalty to his friends, his family, and the people he cares about. if someone were to break the bond he has with them, and they mean a lot to him, it’s going to take him a while to cope with that. although he got over lavender brown quickly because he became distant from her, moving on from his feelings about hermione was a whole other ordeal. ron feels and cares deeply, and his loyalty can withstand very, very strong tests. he will devote himself entirely, even if it may pose a risk to his own safety.

hibiscus :   how does your muse view the gentler ,   daintier things in life ?   as things worth preserving   &   caring for ,   or things only bound to wither   &   disappear ?  

ron can sometimes miss details and the little things in life, as he’s often focussed on the big picture or issue at hand. however, he doesn’t view the daintier things as being bound to either either or disappear. he doesn’t really have an opinion and even then, it would depend on what it was. for example, if he’s going to buy flowers for a woman he wants to impress, he would take care of them. but if it were any other flower, ron wouldn’t really pay attention/find meaning in it.

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meme night

my ask box is open for both the botanical headcanons and more winter themed sentence starters for tonks and ron, so please make sure to specify who the prompt is for (if not, i’ll just choose myself). i look forward to answering!

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the leaky cauldron had always held a special place in nymphadora’s heart for the wix. an odd name for an oddly charming place, she considered it to be the heart of diagon ally, the key (literally and metaphorically) to unlocking all the magic of the wizarding world. there were a handful of open seats, so nymphadora knew that they didn’t need to sit at a table that was already occupied, but something about paxton intrigued her. perhaps because he was a new face, or maybe it was that she figured that the scrapbook(?) looked rather sweet. perhaps she’d pull out her old photo albums later and look through them with teddy. she knew that they had a handful of photos of remus, and teddy would love any opportunity to catch a glimpse of his father.

“thank you,” she said, sitting down with her tea and a pastry they had ordered. nymphadora leaned back in their chair, looking around the place. “nice day, isn’t it?”

𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: leaky cauldron. 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: open to all ( @startertms ) !!

a day off was rare for paxton, but with the arrival of winterfest and the overarching theme of christmas, he opted for a day of annual leave to work through his deafening thoughts. to keep himself fresh and awake, he sits with his third cup of black coffee - he's sure he will be cut off any minute and will have to sneak off back home for an extra fix - in the corner of the leaky cauldron, a tattered book spread out in front of him on the table. the surface of the table is covered from clippings, letters and photographs pulled from the book. the pictures show a variety of people, from a young paxton and his mum to a girl with a toothless grin being lifted onto a teenage paxton's shoulders. his sister. the cause of all his current mental war. the pub was fairly quiet for midday, yet he spots a hand in the corner of his eye reaching for the chair opposite him and he looks up finally, flicking a hand lazily towards the seat. "take a seat."

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Ron blushed, a little embarrassed, as she fixed the scarf for him. It slightly reminded him of how his mother used to make sure the dirt was rubbed off his nose before he’d get on the Hogwarts Express. “Thank you,” he said. He didn’t see any other purpose to be in here besides getting the scarf, so he gently removed it and folded it up. Ron led the way towards the counter, telling the salesman that yes, the scarf was all he wanted and no, he wasn’t going to be paying, his aunt would (even though he would pay because he could).

The salesmen went to put the scarf in a parcel, but Ron waved it away and said that he’d wear it out. It didn’t exactly match his outfit, but the whole purpose was to get warm. This scarf was nice, definitely nicer than the hand-me-downs he got growing up. And it was all his.

“I’m a Gryffindor, I have to be brave,” Ron joked as they headed towards the shop. He appreciated the gesture, though there was still stubbornness inside him, a want to not completely give up. “You don’t have to treat me . . . But I suppose I can’t say no.” As they entered, he wandered near the collection of scarves, his hand ghosting over them. For a moment he almost reached towards the maroon one. He didn’t like maroon, he never had, but it was always the color of his Christmas sweaters anyhow. No, now he could choose what he wanted. It was odd, how simple it was to decide on a color of a scarf, yet it still felt weird not to choose the maroon one. He opted for a dark blue instead, running it through his fingers, the material soft. He returned to his aunt and wrapped it around his neck. “How do I look?”

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his brother’s presence made ron’s face lift up with a smile. it was familiar, comfortable, and nice to be here with him. he and bill hadn’t always been close due to their large age gap, but ever since finding shelter with him and fleur during the war and his run-in with the snatchers, ron found himself looking towards bill more. for reassurance . . . guidance . . . big brother-type of stuff. so he relaxed now, the tension easing out of his shoulders.

“i’m not sure there will be much competition. ginny, yes, but the rest of you? you’re all a little too old now to be much of a threat to me,” ron teased. he and ginny were the youngest, which now meant that they were the only ones who hadn’t passed their thirties yet, and ron considered that a victory over his brothers.

he eyed the direction of where bill had come from. the gringrotts bank with the dragon mounted on top was quite hard to miss, and the corners of ron’s lips quirked into a smile as he recalled something. “hey, did i ever tell you that hermione, harry, and i escaped gringrotts by riding away on the dragon? hermione thought of the idea . . . it was brilliant, but also insane.” he didn’t like to talk about that time leading up to the war much, but with his brothers he felt like he could. especially bill, as he was the only one in the family who saw firsthand what it had been like ron for a portion of it.

location: outside of brigg’s brooms in diagon ally, london

open starter, anyone is welcome to reply!

if anyone were to ask him why he was here, ron wouldn’t be able to come up with an answer. he’d likely fumble over his words and his cheeks and ears would tinge red with embarrassment. he had no reason to shop for a new broomstick. it wasn’t like flying was a hobby of his, and he hadn’t played a proper quidditch game in ages. plus, he had his old broom stuffed in his closet at his flat. ron used to have harry’s as well, but he gave that back to his friend after he returned from the dead. still, he had been strolling down diagon ally’s streets, and seeing brigg’s brooms brought back so many memories.

memories as a child, tagging along as charlie, then percy, then fred and george, and finally himself, got to go to diagon ally and pick up school supplies . . . he’d always run straight over to brigg’s brooms, where he was standing now. he’d press his face and palms right up against the glance, his eyes comically wide as he observed the best, fastest new brooms on the market. for the rest of the year, he’d talk about it constantly, until the next visit where he saw the next broom. it’d been a simpler time . . . at least for him . . . until things with voldemort got really serious. now, everything was a mess. he was a mess.

ron was so deep into his thoughts that he didn’t notice that there was another person heading his way until they bumped into his shoulder.

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open starter !

location: department of magical law enforcement in the ministry of magic

Nymphadora sighed, slumping back in her chair as they looked at all the paperwork in front of herself. It was their own fault, she’d chosen to stay late and get in some hours for over-time, but it’d still been a long day and she was getting weary. Teddy was off at a friend’s for a sleepover, so Nymphadora had no need to go home. They had no need to go anywhere, really, so why not stay at their job? A job she was supposed to love but ultimately only reminded her of the war and her husband’s and father’s untimely deaths . . .

Still wanting to finish the paperwork but knowing that they couldn’t concentrate, Nymphadora decided to take a little break. Almost everyone else on the floor had gone home already, so she was free to do whatever pleased her and right now, that was getting a cup of coffee.

Nymphadora strolled down the hall, towards the little bland kitchen, humming an old song to herself.

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“I’m a Gryffindor, I have to be brave,” Ron joked as they headed towards the shop. He appreciated the gesture, though there was still stubbornness inside him, a want to not completely give up. “You don’t have to treat me . . . But I suppose I can’t say no.” As they entered, he wandered near the collection of scarves, his hand ghosting over them. For a moment he almost reached towards the maroon one. He didn’t like maroon, he never had, but it was always the color of his Christmas sweaters anyhow. No, now he could choose what he wanted. It was odd, how simple it was to decide on a color of a scarf, yet it still felt weird not to choose the maroon one. He opted for a dark blue instead, running it through his fingers, the material soft. He returned to his aunt and wrapped it around his neck. “How do I look?”

rebuildeds asked: ❛ are you warm enough? ❜

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Ron started to nod his head, then stopped and sighed, letting his shoulders fall. “It’s a little cold,” he admitted, quietly. “But I’m okay, really. It’s no biggie.” He smiled up at his aunt, a woman that he didn’t see as often as he would’ve liked. There was something always tense between him and his mother — although, that could very well be his insecurities getting in the way. But around Aunt Clementine, the air felt lighter. He could be more honest, like admitting that he was cold instead of denying it like he would in any other situation.

clementine's head tilted and eyebrow started to raise sharply as she spotted the nodding beginning, ready to poke at that assertion if ron had stuck to it. nothing could have prepared her, when joining this family, for the levels of stubbornness that lurked amongst the ranks. luckily, she was now much more practiced in fighting it. when he gave in and admitted to the frost she could pracitcally feel emanating off him, a smile brightened her face instead. “ no need to be brave about it. ” she scoffs, nodding towards one of the charity shops nearby. even from here, she could see a motley collection of scarves in the window display. “ c'mon. my treat. ”

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ron rocked to the side momentarily as augustus collided with his shoulder. it’d leave a small bruise, nothing more, so ron shrugged it off — literally and figuratively. he glanced back at the window of the shop, letting out something between a scoff and a chuckle at the man’s words. “years ago, maybe, when i was a keeper at hogwarts,” he replied, thinking of his ‘glory days’. those matches when he was up in the air, defending the hoops and being praised as weasley is our king was chanted . . . he hadn’t been happy like that in a long time.

“i don’t have use for a broom anymore. i guess i was just thinking, y’know, about old times. ‘sides, like you said, it’s way too cold out,” he added, rubbing his palms together for warmth. ���unfortunately, that cold’s not going away anytime soon.” it would last through december, then to january and february . . . ron sighed. after the holidays, there was nothing special about the wintertime. it was just cold.

“flying’s not your thing?” ron asked, purely for conversation’s sake. it wasn’t like he had anything better to do. the man looked slightly familiar . . . maybe they had crossed passed at hogwarts briefly in ron’s early years? he wasn’t too sure.

location: outside of brigg’s brooms in diagon ally, london

open starter, anyone is welcome to reply!

if anyone were to ask him why he was here, ron wouldn’t be able to come up with an answer. he’d likely fumble over his words and his cheeks and ears would tinge red with embarrassment. he had no reason to shop for a new broomstick. it wasn’t like flying was a hobby of his, and he hadn’t played a proper quidditch game in ages. plus, he had his old broom stuffed in his closet at his flat. ron used to have harry’s as well, but he gave that back to his friend after he returned from the dead. still, he had been strolling down diagon ally’s streets, and seeing brigg’s brooms brought back so many memories.

memories as a child, tagging along as charlie, then percy, then fred and george, and finally himself, got to go to diagon ally and pick up school supplies . . . he’d always run straight over to brigg’s brooms, where he was standing now. he’d press his face and palms right up against the glance, his eyes comically wide as he observed the best, fastest new brooms on the market. for the rest of the year, he’d talk about it constantly, until the next visit where he saw the next broom. it’d been a simpler time . . . at least for him . . . until things with voldemort got really serious. now, everything was a mess. he was a mess.

ron was so deep into his thoughts that he didn’t notice that there was another person heading his way until the bumped into his shoulder.

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❛ i like it out here. it’s peaceful. ❜

from dudley to tonks !

starter ! for meme night

location: muggle outdoors ice skating rink

These days, It wasn’t extremely often that Nymphadora found herself in the muggle world. Still, they had grown up with a muggle-born father and muggle grandparents, so it wasn’t like they were unfamiliar with it either. When Teddy was of age, she enrolled him in a muggle primary school, one he’d soon be leaving when he turned eleven. Now, she sat on a bench outside an outdoor ice skating rink, watching her son skate to his heart’s content. Nymphadora was bundled up in a purple, puffy coat with gloves and a scarf on. Still, the tip of her nose was freezing.

At the voice, they looked over and spotted none other than Dudley Dursley. Although they hadn’t met the man before, she knew of him. Everyone did — he was Harry Potter’s cousin. Nymphadora had also heard the rumors of how he and his parents had treated Harry, but they still opted to take a polite approach.

“Yes, it is. Not too loud, as everyone’s focused on not falling on their butts. And the snow is pretty, too,” she commented in agreement, eyeing how the snow fell perfectly on all the trees. Nymphadora had to admit that this was a little odd, though. She wasn’t sure whether or not to tell him that she was among the group who had broken into his family home to rescue Harry during his fifth year.

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“Really?” Ron asked, his eyebrows raising in interest. He glanced at the door, then back at the shelves. He had never been an avid reader, but finding an interesting book was something to do, still reminded him of his friends . . . Of Hogwarts. “Would you mind showing me the way, if you’re heading there? I don’t think I’m familiar with it.” The guy seemed nice enough. He also didn’t seem to recognize Ron off the bat, which was a nice refresher.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

All Damien could focus on was the gentle tapping of his fingers on the bookshelf. He was looking for a book in particular, one for research, yet he completely forgot it. Physically he was there, mentally he was a million miles away. His eyes had a thousand yard stare until he managed to feel the presence of someone around him.

"Don't bother." He says after collecting himself. "It's all shit picks here, anyway."

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❛ want some hot chocolate? ❜ for tonks ( from ginny ) !

starter for meme night !

Nymphadora smiled, happily taking the mug from the young woman. It warmed their cold hands and they readily sipped at the beverage, getting a bit of whipped cream on her upper lip. “Thank you, hon. I appreciate it,” they said, momentarily changing their hair color to manage the infamous Weasley red hair. “It’s quite delicious. You know, my dad always used to make me hot chocolate during bad snow storms. I’m pretty sure he just wanted to make sure I didn’t throw a fit at not being allowed to play outside.” She chuckled at the memory. Especially around the holidays, Nymphadora missed their father dearly, and was proud to pass his name along to their son. He was the absolute light of her life.

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⦂♥♧♂ for tonks !

meme night

⦂ what clothes do they sleep in?

when the weather is chilly, tonks will wear a simple t-shirt and pajama bottoms. if it’s very cold, she may wear a sweatshirt and/or sweatpants. they’ll either be plain colors like lilac or baby blue, or might have designs on them such as a jack rabbit (since that was their first patronus), wolves (reminding them of remus), or tonks’ favorite quidditch teams. warmer weather is practically the same, except she’ll wear shorts.

♥ do they have more muscles or more fat on their body?

probably a mix of both. she definitely does have abs and muscles, as she goes to the gym, trains as an auror, and plays quidditch when they can. it’s very difficult not to have some sort of fat on a human body, so tonks has some.

♧ any freckles/moles/birth marks? where?

answered here!

♂ does your muse put on make-up? how long do they need for it every day? 

answered here!

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“hey, i wasn’t moving, i’m just standing at—” ron began to say to the stranger who had bumped into a stationary person, only to look over and realize that this was not a stranger, not really. he recognized her, how could he not? he was there, helping harry lead the D.A, when hermione cursed marietta for outing the group to umbridge. at the time, he was young and stupid, and he thought it was deserved. since then, he realized that you never knew the reasons people had behind the things they did. to curse someone for life for a mistake was . . . ron shook his head and gave her an awkward smile. “i’m just looking at the brooms. can’t say anything is that appealing.” he shifted his weight from foot to foot uncomfortably, unsure of how she’d react.

location: outside of brigg’s brooms in diagon ally, london

open starter, anyone is welcome to reply!

if anyone were to ask him why he was here, ron wouldn’t be able to come up with an answer. he’d likely fumble over his words and his cheeks and ears would tinge red with embarrassment. he had no reason to shop for a new broomstick. it wasn’t like flying was a hobby of his, and he hadn’t played a proper quidditch game in ages. plus, he had his old broom stuffed in his closet at his flat. ron used to have harry’s as well, but he gave that back to his friend after he returned from the dead. still, he had been strolling down diagon ally’s streets, and seeing brigg’s brooms brought back so many memories.

memories as a child, tagging along as charlie, then percy, then fred and george, and finally himself, got to go to diagon ally and pick up school supplies . . . he’d always run straight over to brigg’s brooms, where he was standing now. he’d press his face and palms right up against the glance, his eyes comically wide as he observed the best, fastest new brooms on the market. for the rest of the year, he’d talk about it constantly, until the next visit where he saw the next broom. it’d been a simpler time . . . at least for him . . . until things with voldemort got really serious. now, everything was a mess. he was a mess.

ron was so deep into his thoughts that he didn’t notice that there was another person heading his way until the bumped into his shoulder.

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♻♤♦☏ for ron !

meme night

♻ how about brushing teeth? three times a day, or just in the morning?

ron brushes his teeth in the morning after breakfast and at the night before he goes to sleep. on rare occasion, he may miss the nighttime if he’s super tired/something got in the way, but his hygiene is important to him. if he’s about to go out to some important dinner, he will brush his teeth before leaving his place.

♤ does your muse have any scars? where? what do they look like? how did they get them?

ron has scars up and down his arms, both from the brain tentacles he was attacked by in the battle of mysteries and when he splinched his arm. the scars from the brain resemble the tentacles, appearing almost like imprints. he has a deep scar wrapping around his entire arm from the splinching, that one is more like a circle.

♦ any tattoos? where? what’s the story behind them?

ron has two tattoos. one is similar to ‘✴︎’ which is supposed to illustrate light, as a reminder of the deluminator that dumbledore gave him. the second tattoo he has is the weasley whizard wheezes’ logo, as a way to remember fred.

☏ what do they wear when they’re at work?

in the department of magical law enforcement, ron wears his standard auror robes/uniform. on missions, he wears something similar, it’s just adjusted to allow him to move more freely and with a little added protection. he occasionally helps george out at weasley’s wizard wheezes, so he’ll wear something more relaxed/comfy, usually a jumper and regular trousers. during d.a meetings, his wear is formal, all down to business.

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❛ are you warm enough? ❜

from clementine to ron <3

starter ! ( meme night )

Ron started to nod his head, then stopped and sighed, letting his shoulders fall. “It’s a little cold,” he admitted, quietly. “But I’m okay, really. It’s no biggie.” He smiled up at his aunt, a woman that he didn’t see as often as he would’ve liked. There was something always tense between him and his mother — although, that could very well be his insecurities getting in the way. But around Aunt Clementine, the air felt lighter. He could be more honest, like admitting that he was cold instead of denying it like he would in any other situation.

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ANON: ❛ holy shit, your hands are freezing! ❜ - Haruhi to Nymphadora for MEME NIGHT

for @danc3away

location: the lion and the snitch

“I know, I know,” Nymphadora said as she eagerly wrapped their hands around the mug of hot cocoa she had ordered. They enjoyed the atmosphere that the Lion and the Snitch offered, there was a calmness about it, and a warmth, especially in the wintertime, that kept drawing Nymphadora back again and again. “Teddy went over to my mother’s today and of course, he misplaced his gloves. I bet he lost them at the park. I told him to be careful with it.” She shook her head, unable to fault her son too much. After-all, as a kid (and sometime as an adult still) Nymphadora was a magnet for trouble. “I gave him mine because I know he wants to play out in the snow. The kid will never know I risked frostbite for him.” Of course, that was an exaggeration, but still. Nymphadora brought the cocoa to her lips. Her cheeks were rosy from the cold outside and they were glad to be warming up here.