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goldenprodigy · 9 years ago

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harry potter based character questions. BOLD what applies to your muse:

slytherin or gryffindor or ravenclaw or hufflepuff?

chocolate frogs or every flavor beans?

herbology or astronomy?

charms or potions?

thestral or basilisk?

sectumsempra or expelliarmus?

death eaters or dumbledore’s army?

play quidditch or cheer a team on?

divination or muggle studies?

apparition or floo powder?

polyjuice potion or love potion?

bat-bogey hex or episkey?

butterbeer or cauldron cakes?

diagon alley or knockturn alley?

#headcanon

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Amos clearly enjoyed talking to her and being challenged by her. So many students were sassy and made situations far too complicated for his taste, but still he’d give her what she wanted -- a show, or at least that’s what he believed.

“I’m the Hufflepuff captain and Prefect, of course it is,” he raised an eyebrow, unsure whether or not she could be that blind. “At least you have something to watch, Ravenclaw. Your team’s losing all the time. Being a Hufflepuff fan means to win and to have fun -- so you better switch teams,” he said with a grin.

She felt invisible, masked to all the students that passed her by - for once. There was one of the brightest stars shining on the quidditch pitch that had her peeking up from her spot in a borrowed book; having convinced Severus to allow her one of his precious textbooks on potions. And although she managed to preserve her solitary from running onlookers, the overlooked star on the field was jogging over to her, evidently proud of himself. Standing up, she presses the book into her right side while brows jut up in exaggeration with a strained smile.

“ Oh! So I am to assume this was a perk for me, huh? That I should enjoy any bloke that puts a stick between his legs and shouts a lot? ”

#( c: Rosalie )#( t: 10.10.1976 )

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goldenprodigy · 9 years ago

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The sun was never supposed to be yours // k.s.

#mirror #musings #Idk #but that's amos #basically #he's summed up in one damn gifset #yeahyeah I'm ok #smol son #-screams-

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goldenprodigy · 9 years ago

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gretascatchloves:

She had been aware of his presence ever since he stepped into the library, as if her body was still attuned to his ( even after all this time ). Fragments of time spent together, secrets shared and honest truths, lingering in her mind as her head snaps up at his words. Sapphire hues instantly locking with his for a brief ( FRAGILE ) moment before she looks down again. Wrinkle upon otherwise smooth forehead showing her confusion at his words and slender hands move to twirl a stray blonde curl around her finger –– as they longed to touch him. To soothe and whisk away the worries in his mind. BUT she was not allowed to do that. Not anymore.

“ I don’t hate you, ” she replies. Looking up from where she is sitting, up at him as he is so close now. Closer than in months. “ I could never hate you, Amos. ” & even if being here, at this hour, with all the ensuing chaos around them, all Greta sees is him. The boy who had been her first in many ways, but most of all, had been her FRIEND, and perhaps he still was, a friend. “ Why would you think that? ”

Time might have given them a false memory and bitter taste on their tongues just by saying each others names, but one thing stayed the same: the feeling he had when seeing her, when he could truly admire her beauty, her lips, her eyes -- they were fascinating Sapphires and much more consistent than his mutant eyes, which possessed two different colors. Muggles even had a term for it. Heterochromia -- a very special condition of the eyes, in his case two different colored eyes, which were now staring at his love, his first.

“The way you avoid and look at me tells a whole other story, Greta,” he said, but looked hurt than angry. The way the broke up might have been his fault, considering he never really tackled the issues but avoided them. Too invested in a life filled with Quidditch and his career even Greta seemed to drag him down according to his father. He never blamed her, not at all -- considering their current status he might have made a horrible mistake. He never stopped looking at her and, in fact, stared at her intensely. Those eyes of his’ were demanding, controlling, even. He just couldn’t comprehend the idea of not having her at his side.

“I’m not blind, but perhaps I should be -- for my own good. What do you even expect of me, Greta? I can’t just live with the idea of us circling one another, always waiting for a move. I hate to wait and I hate to be kept guessing,” his eyes spoke another, much more dramatic language he couldn’t control, at least not like he controlled others. He gently grabbed her arm and dragged her closer towards him. “We were foolish enough to believe in us, do you agree?”

#( t: 13.10.1976 )#( c: Greta )

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goldenprodigy · 9 years ago

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bold your muse's preference!

go into the future/past never age physically/mentally lose your eyesight/hearing the first/last to die in a group have it constantly dark/light extreme cold/hot weather have ringing in your ear/see hallucinations the deep sea/far in outer space be apathetic/ignorant get even/over it always tell the truth/lie change the color of your hair/eyes to kill/be killed give/take bad advice

#headcanon #show me a QUEUE and I'll write you a tragedy

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Amos Diggory + Personality Types {insp.}

Pig / Capricorn / ENFJ / Birch / Lawful Neutral / Choleric / The King / Type 3

#dawnhp #headcanon #ayyy

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goldenprodigy · 9 years ago

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➵ [ hundred years too late but me wantssss ]

Send me ➵ and I will bold all that applies to your muse

#( c: Greta )#answered

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#mirror

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goldenprodigy · 9 years ago

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Headcanon 001#

Amos’ nickname for Edgar is Eddy Spaghetti (two of his favorite things combined :’))) )

#I'm trash #dawnhp #headcanon #-sighs-

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goldenprodigy · 9 years ago

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tannoreth:

character building question: if your character is Eagle One, who is

Been There Done That – Greta

Currently Doing That – Either Rosalie or Emma lbr

It Happened Once In A Dream – Mary

If I Had To Pick A Dude – Evan

Eagle Two – Edgar

#headcanon

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@gretascatchloves

He remained silent for a long while as his eyes scanned the whole library. He didn’t dare to look at her, fearing he’d lose himself in her smile and eyes. And yet he let her in, looked at her through different colored eyes, admiring her the way he used to. His lips however were pressed together, almost as if he’d to feel a certain pain and strength to keep himself from talking to make things worse.

“Go on, tell me how much you hate me,” he was used to hate speeches, but nothing hurt more than to hear it from her.

#( t: 13.10.1976 )#( c: Greta )

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“For me, the biggest challenges are where I enjoy myself the most.”

#mirror

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He’d been studying books about Animagi for at least five hours as doors were shut and never opened again. With force and shouting Amos rebelled against the lifeless door, of course without success. No one opened nor looked for them in the, almost empty, library. “Rosalie, are you alright?” he asked just before he’d tossed his cloak over her shoulders to give her comfort. His eyes met Greta’s, but he kept silent and looked away quickly. He kept a certain distance whilst comforting her, tho. “They won’t escape Hogwarts alive, I promise.”

Closed to: @goldenprodigy @vengefulvance @gretascatchloves

She was deep asleep, savoring every passing minute, thin pages of the book pressed into her cheek and leaving a red mark. She was awoken, however, when the doors banged shut and they refused to open. She lets out a soft moan, squirming a bit, but as hours passed she was still locked in. “ At least the screaming stopped. ” It was horrible to say, but the realization came with a muffled laugh of relief.