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daphne greengrass.

“There is an eighty percent chance that I am going to fall flat on my face either way. These heels really don’t make a difference.”  

“Well, why not add to the odds, then. Not an optimist, are you??” Lisa asked, though it was silly of her considering she was an aspiring optimist but definitely not ACTUALLY one. “They’re nice heels, though.”

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mandy brocklehurst.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. These guys are amazing. You just need to loosen up a little.”

“Mands, the last time I was at a concert ......  -- I can’t even remember the last time I was at a concert,” not only couldn’t she remember the last time, Lisa was pretty sure she couldn’t even remember the concert. “They are great though, BETTER than great, but hey, smile.”

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romilda vane.

Romilda stared at her for a moment, unblinking. “Look, I don’t sell medication. I only sell recreational drugs. I don’t care what you use them for, when or with who, or even if you self medicate– hell if you get addicted it’s better for my vault– but nothing I sell will cure you. It only makes you forget.”

“I don’t care if it makes me forget, okay?” It came off harsher than she had intended it to, but this really was a last resort and she couldn’t take it any longer. She’d tried her hardest to get some of the Muggle medication her Muggle doctors kept on talking about but to no avail. “Right, I meant, that’s fine then,” Lisa took a deep breath, gathering herself, plastering a more pleasant less DESPERATE look on her face. “Do you have something mood boosting and maybe something like pot?”

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Lisa Turpin, taken by Anthony Goldstein.

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patrick cadwallader.

“Aww, you’re just flattering me. We both know you’re the brains of this operation, and I’m the … uhhm … height? Seee, that wasn’t clever at allll. Hmmm … If that tiny shop can get hit by force-of-nature Lisa Turpin without giving into our demands … I have a pretty amazing plan B. I think I figured a way to use average t-shirt material  to create a planet-friendly bonsai irrigation system! And - before you say anything, I’m fully aware my home is already too full of plants. BUT. Just imagine a baby bonsai forest! Tiny cherry blossoms all year ‘round? Itty-bitty trees that bear fully sized fruit? It’d literally be a miniature enchanted forest! Hm? Wh- like, now now?”

“It was original though!! Besides, I think it was a bit clever. You’re not giving yourself enough credit, Pat.” Lisa thought highly of them, if anything, she saw Pat the way they seemed to see her. A force-of-nature? Patrick Cadwallader was more UNPREDICTABLE and exciting than most people were their whole lives. Even if some people saw that as annoying -- she saw it as brilliant. As they explained their irrigation system, Lisa had to admit that she was lost but would try to learn what they were talking about eventually. Right now, there was a more pressing matter at hand. “Yes, now now. They don’t call me force-of-nature Lisa Turpin because I wait around. Why not now?? Then, we can talk about you getting more plants ... possibly.” 

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Swiping up was a risk Lisa made herself take -- even if she was already a bit intimidated by the mere traits of her match. Since she’d gotten the mirrors, she’d swiped down ( she wasn’t good enough, she was never good enough ), but she made herself try this. FINALLY, even after hours of fussing over herself, her outfit, her hair, she walked into Feather & Thorn, finding a seat at the bar and sitting down. @blcisezcbini

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Lisa Turpin's getting a lot of love. Seems like she's got her pick of the guys! Why is that?

Have you seen her? She’s stunning, let’s not deny it folks. Besides, she has the whole damsel-in-distress thing going on for her and the good guys love a girl they get to save.

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adrian pussy.

“No, no candy for myself,” he slowly began, brow quirking immediately at this Turpin girl’s reaction to his mere statement. He hadn’t even been rude. Whatever brought this on-… Yes, he definitely did remember her, and now that the name had presented itself fully, Adrian felt daft for forgetting in the first place. Adrian had figured that all was fair in love, war, and in Quidditch. & he remembered most of his foe when in game. “I’m only a mere customer in your shop. You ought to be showing me around, if nothing else.” His expression melted into one being much too innocent to be convincing to even a first year student, to lead her away from Turpin’s rather blunt behavior. “You could hardly blame me. I’ve not seen the likes of you since I’ve graduated years ago. And do you remember me?” 

“Of course I remember you,” and she did. Not only was he an annoyance she couldn’t forget ( though, the resentment now was mostly as a joke ), but he knew Mandy. Mandy was one of the lucky few to have made it through Lisa’s shit and still be by her side. “Adrian Pucey, and you’re right -- this is my shop. As in I almost own it and have the right to refuse service to anyone.” Lisa smiled then, trying to signal that she was JOKING, because he did have a point -- so she reached under the register she was near, and got some Honeydukes Golden Tickets. “Here, free chocolate, on Honeydukes. I know you weren’t here for any but they could be a gift?? I’m not sure what else to offer you as a peace offering. Unless you’d actually like to be shown around.”

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anthony goldstein. 

Anthony almost ground his teeth to stubs listening to Lisa talk. To listen to her talk like that was already painful enough, yet the continued death and devoid in his stomach hurt even more, as if it was yearning for Lisa’s return as much as his mind and heart. Frankly, his entire body hurt, letting his feelings shred it to bits. Was this what is was supposed to feel like when somebody’s best friend comes back? This couldn’t be normal, all of the pain and agony he had gone through in a short few seconds. He didn’t know how long he could last. 

“I don’t think I’ll hate you, Lisa.” He couldn’t guarantee it, but he was as close as ever to doing so. Feelings clashed against his ribcage in the form of violent waves. A little bit of anger here, some remorse there, and an overwhelming amount of anxiety, concern, and a dash of excitement. It wasn’t like one of them was backing off and letting the other rise- no, they were all rising together, and it worried him. “I would think there’s a sense of freedom that comes with confessing.” Anthony mentally rolled his eyes at himself. “I sounded like an creepy, elderly Catholic priest trying to get you to confess your sins.” He said offhandedly. He seriously hoped he knew he was trying to take the conversation as seriously as he could. 

When Lisa allowed him to come, he let out a breath he wasn’t aware of holding. Willing his legs to move, he followed her out. Her question killed him inside. It confirmed his thoughts- something was off. “The park.” He suddenly said out loud, pointing to the park across the street. It was huge, full of secluded areas to talk. Lisa always seemed to feel better outdoors, and he felt the same way. Out of desperation, to make sure she wouldn’t run away or do something unexpected, he lightly took her wrist, looking left and right, then crossing the street in what looked like a steady walking speed, but his heart was pounding. Finally, he found what he thought was a quiet place, a park bench that sat on top of a ginormous rock, overlooking some kids playing on a simple playground. Letting go, he crossed his legs underneath him, nodding at the empty spot next to him. Looking sincerely at her, he propped his head up on his hands. “Talk to me.” He simply said. Make up for the time we lost.

It was amazing how she laughed at first, hearing the joke she did know that Anthony meant well -- but with him having to clarify it made her ... sad. Did he think she didn’t know he was joking? Or was he just taking the whole conversation so seriously - as it should be - more than she wanted it to be? No, more than she ADMITTED that it was because she had caused damage. Lisa had accepted a long time ago that she had hurt Anthony, but she’d never seen the hurt on his face. Even now, he was composed but she knew him ( hopefully, she still did ), she knew underneath all that composure there was a boy l o n g i n g for the truth, longing for answer he very much deserved. 

       “Is it bad that your creepy, elderly Catholic priestly words made me feel a little better?”                Lisa took a deep breath then, forcing herself to speak when she exhaled.                                      To give him answers. To talk. 

“After the war, I know we all had ... some sort of issue, you know? Battle scars, I suppose they say. But, there had been other things before then. I’d always eat a lot and then try to exercise to make up for it, you know I’m always running around, Rowena, I hike in dresses,” she hated how she sounded then but tried to push away the thought. It was enough that she was doing something she had only DREAMED of doing for years, truthfully it was something she had to practice for years as well. “I’m always doing something -- but a n y w a y s, after then, I just had no energy. I was, er, depressed, technically and everything just spiraled out of control. Everything was just so out of control, Anthony. I started making myself ... purge? I’m not sure if you know what that is but, I felt really ashamed. I didn’t want to talk to anyone. I pushed Terry away. I pushed Padma away, I tried pushing everyone away. I was horrible to all of you.” 

“I didn’t spend the winter holidays at home, I was at Hogsmeade, drinking, Just doing things I never thought I’d be doing.” In fact everything that had happened had been a blur of casual encounters, drugs, and not so delicately chipping off parts of herself for no apparent reason. “I didn’t understand, I didn’t want to hurt anyone, I didn’t want to hurt you. When I got word I was accepted into the Unspeakable training, I had only realized it’d been FOUR months. Rowena, I’n just mumbling, but, then we were all off in our different lives and I had this thing gnawing at me that I was trying to ignore.” Throughout those years, she’d just tried to live in tandem with her disorder -- she’d accepted it as part of her, and in exchange for letting the monster sink a little deeper into her, she got some control. “Then, I almost got suspended from training. They told me I needed to get help. Treatment. Something.”

“I’m sorry. Those all just sound like excuses, but I’m sorry for doing what I did.” It weighed on her bones, the feeling of SORRY, it weighed her down with guilt. “I’m trying to show you how sorry I am, by talking to you about it. I pushed you away too in all of this, and you don’t have to forgive me, but just know that I’m sorry.”

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alicia spinnet.

“I’m surprised they all haven’t been snatched up as soon as they arrived.”Alicia murmured, crouching down and holding her hand out for the kittens to sniff. 

“Have you had your eye on any of them?” Lisa asked politely, crossing her arms.

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LISA TURPIN MOODBOARD --- 1/?? ( general disposition. )

"NO MATTER HOW HONESTLY YOU OPEN UP TO SOMEONE, THERE ARE STILL THINGS YOU CANNOT REVEAL."

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Anyone else think Ravencrew needs to get over themselves? They're just as annoying as squawking birds or loitering pigeons.

Permission to change Ravencrew to Ravencrow(s)? Much more fitting. I don’t get all the fuss either, baby.

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Anthony Goldstein, Terry Boot, Lisa Turpin, and Michael Corner, taken by Padma Patil.

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Mun VS. Muse

(Bold what applies.)

ｂａｓｉｃｓ:

WHO OF YOU IS:

Older? muse/mun Taller? muse/mun Richer? muse/mun Neater? muse/mun Nicer? muse/mun Smarter? muse/mun Funnier? muse/mun

ａｄｖａｎｃｅｄ:

Who is a better friend? muse/mun Who lies the most? muse/mun Who swears the most? muse/mun Who reads more? muse/mun Who is more creative? muse/mun Who is more troubled? muse/mun Who has better morals? muse/mun

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susan bones.

“Thank you.” Susan with a smile and a nod to assure that she was getting some sleep. “My aunt was the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and a member on the Wizengamot,” she said with the same pride she had when she was a child telling everyone about her Auntie Amelia once she understood the power and responsibility of the job. “She worked to make the more world fair and just, and I want to continue to her what she started.” In some ways, it was never a choice; it was her legacy to continue and a weight passed down onto her shoulders that she had accepted to carry since she understood death and war. She was happy to update people on her life but she also wanted to hear about Lisa’s life. “What about you?”

“I believe in you, Susan. I do.” While Lisa had never had a family with as much prestige and recognition as the Bones family, she could understand that with the responsibility that was placed on Susan’s shoulders simply for being born into one with a legacy to protect. Even from a young age, Lisa knew she had to do what it took to make her parents happy, and as she nodded along, listening to Susan, she could relate to the feeling. “Me??” Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, “well, I’m in training to be an Unspeakable. It’s been a few years and I’m still shocked they picked me, but it’s been EVERYTHING I hoped.” 

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harry potter.

‘well?‘ he questioned impatiently before cracking into a soft laugh. ‘lisa, have some faith in me. regardless of whether i like it or not, you know it’ll grow back to the same ol’ by tomorrow. i think i like it– at least for today.’

“At least for today?? Well, if you’re happy about it today, I suppose that’s all that matters. Have you gotten an census BESIDES me, Harry? You and I both know it’s not a matter of faith.” Frankly, she had more faith in Harry than she felt was normal, but then again, it made sense with what they’d been through. “What if you decide to keep this forever? You’ll be virtually u n r e c o g n i z a b l e.”