i am a question to the world, not an answer to be heard - - agnes belfast parkin - - gryffindor alumna ;; - - twenty-six years old ;; - - death eater ally ;; - - unemployed ;; - - greyback werewolf pack ;; THEY CAN'T TELL ME WHO TO BE, CAUSE I'M NOT WHAT THEY SEE. YEAH, THE WORLD IS STILL SLEEPING WHILE I KEEP ON DREAMING FOR ME. AND THEIR WORDS ARE JUST WHISPERS AND LIES THAT I'LL NEVER BELIEVE. AND I WANT A MOMENT TO BE REAL, WANNA TOUCH THINGS I DON'T FEEL. WANNA HOLD ON, AND FEEL I BELONG. AND HOW CAN THEY SAY I'LL NEVER CHANGE ? THEY'RE THE ONES THAT STAY THE SAME. I'M THE ONE NOW, CAUSE I'M STILL HERE.
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"Are you not here to yell at me for hanging about the hospital? Last healer yelled at me to go away.”
lunabellatora:
“Here we go again.”
“What do you mean?”
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wxrmyface:
“Uh, neither. This is just my face. And my, er, disposition. Pretty much everything flusters me.”
“Nah, you’ve got a cute face, I mean on appearance alone I’d say you’re a nine, but then the second you talk it just drops. Like anything you’re holding because you’re very easily startled. You should work on that.”
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Agnes glances down at the fresh scar Cordella seems to be referring to and shrugs. “Don’t fuck around with werewolves, they’ll try to bite your head off if they can.” She snaps her teeth for emphasis.
“Yikes.”
#c: she fell in spite of herself ( cordella )#// we just passed the full moon so i'm making this up as i go
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“You look like you went through the tumble dryer.”
lunabellatora:
“Here we go again.”
“I know, I know, but inventing spells does end up with a few bumps and bruises, it’s no big deal.”
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“Every time I see you, you look progressively more scared or flustered about everything. Like you’ve got a secret, or head lice.”
lunabellatora:
“Here we go again.”
“Er – what are you talking about?”
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biliweasley:
“Steak does sound good, doesn’t it? Should we go get some?” They smirked as they cuddled into Agnes’ arm. “That’s because people without a sense of humor are boring. I try not to surround myself with boring people, that gets dull quickly.”
“Steak always sounds good to me,” Agnes says, chuckling. “Hell yes. The Leaky Cauldron’s got all its holiday deals, bet we could get something cheap there.” She smiles. “They really are. I don’t have the patience for boring people, the second they get dull, I ditch them. Harsh, maybe, but I like my life interesting.”
Christmas 1979
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ettootsbrute:
Without a doubt. You gonna’ get it?
“Probably. I mean you’re right, it’s very cute, and I need a new jacket anyway.”
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andromedastella:
“Just any time it really bothers you. The ointment should clear it up within a few days. Here – it’s rosemary scented, but don’t let the fact that it smells like a candle fool you. It really does help.”
She takes the jar and sniffs it. “Ooh, that’s really nice, actually. Bit flowery for me, but I can be a little more fancy now and then, I guess. Does it have any sorta’ metals in it? I have a sensitivity.”
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augustusrkwood:
“Inappropriate is as good a word for it as any. I don’t think you have to be familiar with office politics to know that. It’s utterly bizarre. Perhaps so. Anything could have happened to him out there, and he can’t really talk about it right now.”
“Well it’s acceptable to do that in packs, but that’s something totally different, even if it is work.” She nods. “He knock himself unconscious or something? Run into a mysterious puddle of goo that swallowed him stocking to bonnet?”
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divine-disassociation:
she took the flask with extra care. “A woman’s flask is like an extension of herself. I would never disrespect you by snatching it. Now, let’s see what happens.” she teased, flashing a toothy grin before sauntering over to the man. he seemed more than eager to take the offering from her and chugged it. she snatched it back before he could pocket it for himself. before walking back over, she made a quiet suggestion. he seemed intrigued. once she made her way back over to agnes, she made herself comfortable in her seat. “oh, and for sanitary purposes,” she mused, flicking her wand over the flask before returning it to her.
She watches with bemusement, grimacing as the man drinks from her flask before raising an eyebrow at Octavia when she returns. She takes her flask back. “What did you tell him to do? It better be good now I’ve wasted good booze on it.”
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“You’re biased.”
It’s cute, you should get it.
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"They look like stilettos had an ugly baby with some clogs. Takes an idiot to make those shoes, but takes an even bigger idiot to buy them.”
lunabellatora:
Well, can you blame me? Look at those shoes she’s wearing. They really are an eyesore.
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“I’m not all that well-versed in office politics, but any situation that involves running around naked in the workplace seems inappropriate. Not to mention super weird. You think he snapped or something?”
lunabellatora:
I would never expect you to do that. But thank you for agreeing with me. That’s entirely inappropriate behavior in an office, even one like ours.
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andromedastella:
“No, it’s probably weather-related. When it’s dry for so long like this, the skin doesn’t respond very well. There’s a really simple ointment I can make for you, and you can even make it yourself if you need to.”
“Figures. That’s really fucking annoying. I pride myself on having flawless skin and amazing hair. An ointment, okay. How often do I gotta’ use it?”
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pyrabmaniac:
“ If we’re using the term loosely then yeah, we talk. Primarily for him to assert his dominance as the oldest. ” He stuffs his hands into his pockets and shrugs casually. “ It’s to be expected. I’m generally more laid-back and less super bossy and uptight–I prefer it that way anyways. ” Rabastan informed her with a mischievous smile of his own snaking onto his lips. “ I can drink to that, ” he raised his spiked hot chocolate glass toward her as he proposed a toast: “ To living our best lives as the hottest ones. ” He finished before taking a large swig from the mug in hand. “ I do like a good gamble, but I don’t think that’s the road you were going down with that. Tell you what–ask me anything you’d like and I’ll be an open book. ”
Agnes huffs with amusement. “He sounds like a delight,” she says dryly. “Hope I never meet him. I don’t do well with bossy and uptight people.” She taps her mug against his. “Hell yeah, I support that.” She takes a drink and raises an eyebrow. “Anything? That’s a lot of power you’re giving me there. You sure you wanna’ risk it? I could ask you political questions, or for stories about your childhood.”
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“Comes and goes, but the pain’s always there. Just worse when it’s flaring up. I thought it was full moon related, but it doesn’t follow the cycle.”
lunabellatora:
Oh, I don’t mind indelicacy, dear. It’s all a part of the profession. Does it bother you all the time, or do the symptoms come and go?
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