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Send 💬 + a rumor and my muse will react to it.

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Roast my muse. Tell them the hard truths about themselves that they need to hear.

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＊ ted !

❝ i figure it wouldn’t be a disservice to show lads around her what football is, since everyone is all hung up on QUIDDITCH. might be good to take everyone’s minds off the damn tryouts. think they’d let us set up a game by the lake? teach this wizards a thing or two about how to get down and dirty.  ❞

＊ beck !

                      he  couldn’t  help  the  smile  that  surfaced     ,     an  amused  head  shake  breaking  his  nonchalance  as  he  readjusted  his  sunglasses     .      another  jab  at  quidditch           how  clever     ,     ted     .     but  still  he  laughed     ,     as  he  normally  did  when  the  boy  made  some  semblance  of  a  joke     .     that’s  what  friends  did     ,     right     ?       because  merlin  knew  they  weren’t  anything  more    .     ❛       don’t  think  that’s  something  ya  gotta  ask     .      just  grab  a  football  and  give  it  a  go      .  .  .     but  eh     ,     i  call  opposite  team      .      ❜      

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＊ amelia  !

in the school’s grand entrance, amelia had taken a pause from the brusque chaos of the castle’s usual morning’s flow to tackle a cork board hung outside the hall’s doors.  between the old hogsmeade announcements and lost and found notices, there was a bright band poster stuck fast with a charm. amelia was busy peeling at the edges and tapping her wand against its corners with different spells in hopes of making a difference. when a student stepped near, whether on purpose or accident, she turned to them, her expression expectant, as if she had been waiting for them all along.   ❛  hi— morning. can you hold these for a moment ? i’ll be forever in your debt.   ❜   it was hard to tell if she was exaggerating, holding out a stack of flyers with a bold call to arms for the rights of goblins splashed across the top.

＊ beck  !

                        there was  a  myth  traveling  around       ,      ridiculous  in  nature    ,     that  beck  macmillan  never  slept     .     it  was  a  rumor  that  he  laughed  at     ,     but  understood  to  a  certain  degree     .     he  would  rise  every  morning  before  the  sun     ,     running  around  the  pitch  as  if  his  movements  were  the  ones  pulling  it  further  up  and  into  the  sky     .     so  it  was  no  surprise  that  he  was  up  and  walking  around      ,     sweat  dripping  down  his  forehead  as  he  turned  a  corner  to  see  amelia  bones      .      ❛      oh     !     uh     .  .  .        ❜    he  didn’t  say  yes     ,    but  his  outstretched  arms  said  differently           the  boy  gladly  taking  the  stacks  of  paper     .      beck  couldn’t  help  but  study  the  features  on  the  page     ,     his  brow  furrowed  as  he  scanned  the  words      .      ❛      goblins     ,     huh      ?     is  there  a  petition  or  anything      ?     what  is  this      ?    ❜  

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＊ gwen  !

“  EVERYONE, huh? NO WONDER, I’m feeling exhausted, all the public service I’m  doing is taking its toll “

＊ beck  !

          ❛       and  we  wouldn’t  want  that     .                             so  how’s  about  a  drink     ?                           i’m  in  mourning                  .  .  .     guess  poker  isn’t  really  my  game     .     ❜

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have you experienced any hardships at hogwarts?

honesty hour

           ❛      my  time  here  has  been    .  .  .    better  than  most     .                         i  realize  that    ,    and  i  won’t  forget  it     .                 i’ve  been  lucky     ,                      but  that  could  change  at  any  moment      .    ❜

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Celebrity Crush?

honesty hour

             ❛      lead  singer  of  the  wick3d     .                 that  woman  is  gorgeous     ,                       and  don’t  even  get  me  started  on  her  voice     .    ❜

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What is something that you've never done but would like to try?

honesty hour

       ❛      that’s  a  good  question    .            tough  question     ,     but                         i’ve  always  wanted   to  try  soccer     .               that  muggle  sport     ?                 as  much  as  i  love  flying    ,                 people  gotta  lay  down  a  little  ground  work     .      ❜

                                                     ❛      and  there  might  be  someone       ;                                                            someone  that  i    ,    uh    .  .  .     ❜

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who has better abs than you?

honesty hour

                 ❛     y’know    ,    i’m  all  for  honesty    ,                  but  ya  can’t  go  askin’  questions  unless                       they  have  actual  answers    .    ❜

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＊ andromeda !

IT HAD TAKEN FAR TOO LONG FOR THE SPIKED punch to hit her system, a low thrumming in her veins a testament to just how many goblets she’d had. not nearly enough to join the sea of people on the dance floor, no; that was far too close to her parents, but enough that she’d left the outskirts of the party to wander near the games. her gaze flitted to and fro, taking in the cards and the dice as they reflected in the light, her interest going to the table where she’d spotted a familiar face. “oh no, i think you’d have more luck between the two of us,” andromeda answered, peering over back’s shoulder to watch the dealer. “how do you play?’

＊ beck !

               andromeda  black  had  a  nasty  habit  of  always  looking  beautiful    .    he  used  to  tell  her  he  felt  sorry  for  everyone  else     ,     as  all  the  attention  would  undoubtedly  fall  to  the  middle  sister  whenever  she  would  enter  a  room     .      it  was  unavoidable            and  it  seemed  like  that  evening  did  nothing  but  prove  the  fact     .       he  vaguely  remembered  his  friends  going  nuts  when  he  told  them  about  their  break-up     .     they  seemed  more  heartbroken  than  he  did      ,      shouting  in  question  over  how  he  could  ever  let  a  girl  like  her  go      .     they  still  couldn’t  seem  to  wrap  their  heads  around  it      .    ❛       self-deprecating      .     that’s  a  new  color  on  ya     .     ❜      he  grinned  from  ear  to  ear     ,    happily  stepping  aside  as  he  offered  her  his  old  seat     .       ❛      all  you  gotta  do  is  count      .     c’mon      ,      give  it  a  try      .     i’ll  help  ya      .     ❜

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＊ lily !

               lily   evans   has   never   been   one   for   gambling   ,   though   now   she   wonders   if   that’s   simply   because   she   has   never   had   the   opportunity   .   she   of   course   knows   of   it’s   famed   appeal   —–   o   siren   call   ,   making   beggars   of   the   richest   men   .   drink   in   hand   ,   she   surveys   the   room   .   there’s   no   doubt   that   she’s   intrigued   .   oh   no   ,   that   much   is   evidenced   by   the   observant   (   almost   studious   )   look   ,   the   mischievous   smirk   which   seems   permanently   plastered   across   red   -   painted   lips   .   as   she   approaches   a   nearby   table   ,   she   can’t   help   but   quirk   a   brow   at   the   other’s   words   .   “   wouldn’t   know   you   see   ,   ‘ve   never   actually   tried   my   hand   at   it   before   —–   ”

“   —–   but   then   ,   you   know   what   they   say   about   beginner’s   luck   .   ”  and   similarly   ,   liquid   courage   .   a   grin   ,   inviting   .   what   good   is   making   a   fool   of   herself   if   no   one’s   there   to   witness   ?   “   wouldn’t   mind   a   pointer   or   two   ,   while   you’re   offering   .   ”

＊ beck !

                  lily  evans     .     practically  a  household  name     ,    that  girl     .     of  course  she  would  walk  with  an  unparalleled  confidence     ,    a  trait  he  was  unsure  she  even  noticed     .       to  him     ,    she  seemed  untouchable     ;     whether  or  not  she  thought  the  same  thing  was  a  mystery  in  itself     .     people  weren’t  always  who  they  appeared  to  be    .     case  in  point      :    beck  macmillan     .      ❛    pointers     ?     easy     .     ❜      he  motioned  for  her  to  take  a  seat  before  taking  his  place  behind  the  chair    .     ❛    whether  they’ll  do  ya  any  good     ,    i  can’t  say    .     ❜      a  chuckle  slipped  free     ,   almost  breathless  in  nature  as  he  eyed  her  money    .     ❛    now  this  is  a  low  stakes  table     ,     which  means  the  minimum  buy-in  is  2  galleons    .   alec  will  trade  in  your  money  for  chips     .     then  when  ya  got  ‘em    ,    place  two  right  there  .    yeah       ,     right  there     .     ❜     a  woman  looked  their  way  with  disgust  etched  across  her  features      ,      clearly  annoyed  by  their  presence     .    beck  ignored  it     ,     keeping  a  smile  present  in  hopes  that  lily  wouldn’t  see      .      everyone  was  a  beginner  at  one  point  or  another.     .

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＊ hestia !

Hestia raised an eyebrow, watching the game. She didn’t look…awful in the blue dress her aunt had picked out for her, but this was decidedly out of her comfort zone. She was still trying to figure out how exactly to play when the person closest to her gave up. Darn. She gave him a smile she hoped looked smooth, “Yeah, lucky I don’t have Balls then.” She grinned. Yes, nailed it. That sounded so smooth. Unfortunately she didn’t look where she was going and tripped on the hem of her dress. Damn heels. Why had she thought she could wear these. “I’m okay!” She said, popping back up and smoothing out her dress.

＊ beck !

                         he  smiled    ,     repeating  the  words  in  his  head  as  he  tried  to  figure  out  their  meaning     .      the  pessimist  in  him  was  paranoid     ,     but  the  optimist  in  him  hid  this  fact     .        ❛    whoa     !       ❜      he  lunged  forward  in  an  attempt  to  help  her     ,    the  confusion  causing  him  to  react  seconds  too  late  and    ,    therefore     ,     missing  his  opportunity     .     still  the  boy  tried  helping  her  up     ,     a  pure  mixture  of  amusement  and  concern  now  taking  control  of  his  features    .       ❛    you  sure     ?      ❜     he  chuckled  kindly     ,     making  light  of  the  situation  as  to  not  cause  embarrassment       .       ❛    i  gotta  say     ,     you  sure  know  how  to  make  an  impression      .        ❜       elderly  folk  around  them  continued  to  whisper  amongst  themselves     ,     eyes  shooting  back  at  the  girl  as  beck  offered  another  smile     .       ❛       that  was  the  coolest  thing  to  happen  all  night     .        ❜

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＊ regulus  !

there is no suitable way to explain how losing the game will cause disquiet in the most noble house of black, and he dashes the very thought of broaching the topic. instead he shits a shoulder in what might be a shrug that has a spatter of stars swirling about his coat. “i never learned to play.” it’s true, though not his true reason. he feels horribly vulnerable here, in the middle of the room, with macmillan smiling one of those quidditch-star-smiles. it feels wrong. regulus lets his hands fall to his pockets. “i believe it was intended for them, yes,” something about students getting to see each other, he’s sure. in truth - regulus would give anything for the parents to leave. head tilts at the last statement beck makes and lips press for a long moment before he shifts his weight. “it’s far too gaudy,” a lie, but again - not wholly. the decor is a bit much for his tastes, “one would think hogwarts could hire an -” he fumbles for a second, “ - event planner with a higher level of taste.”

＊ beck  !

                     there  was  an  odd  mixture  of  surprise  and  predictability  in  their  conversation     .     beck  could’ve  guessed  that  the  boy  never  learned  to  play     ,     and  yet  there  he  stood     ,     a  look  of  subtle  shock  painted  beautifully  across  his  features     .     maybe  because  shock  seemed  less  offensive  than  the  alternative     .      he  couldn’t  know  for  sure     .     ❛     I  like  it      .     ❜        he  admitted  calmly     ,      allowing  his  golden  hues  to  drift  thoughtfully  over  their  surroundings     .     it  was  certainly  nicer  than  most  of  the  parties  he’d  been  too  and     ,     feeling  a  little  out  of  sorts  as  a  result      ,     he  thought  it  best  to  take  it  in  stride     .       ❛     but  that’s  not  what  i meant      ,      ❜     he  replied  with  a  smile     ,     his  attention  falling  back  on  the  boy     .       ❛     i wasn’t  asking  about  the  decorations      ,     i  was  asking  about  you     .     if  not  gambling     ,     or  dancing     ,      or  quidditch      ,     then  what     ?      ❜      perhaps  it  was  too  quick     ,    his  hunch  that  regulus  hated  the  sport    ,     but  beck  worked  under  the  belief  that  he  would’ve  seen  him  at  a  game  had  the  youngest  black  actually  enjoyed  it    .      ❛     or  is  that  a  need  to  know  basis     ?      ❜