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Imagine person A recovering from amnesia and remembering who person B is.

Frank woke up, stretching he looked over to watch Alice as she slept peacefully for the last few minutes of their morning.

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professor-carmichael replied to your post: #tbh at this point he’s like 90% aware of the fact...

im in love w/ you?????????????????????

we're going to the chapel

and we're

gonna get ma

ehhh

arried

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#tbh at this point he's like 90% aware of the fact that he has feelings that are not the professional kind for her

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marlymack replied to your post:  

love me down

~~~always bby~~~

press

this

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-stands- Enjoy your fucking cats! 

I'm feeling much better.

-gasps and sits there stunned for a few moments- You bleeding— -grabs a napkin and wipes her eyes and face as much as she can before standing- Thank you, McKinnon. If I’m to get only one gift today, I’m so happy it came from you. -wipes her eyes again and heads for the door-

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-quietly furious for a long moment then pie-to-face bc golden opportunity tbh-

I'm feeling much better.

One day I’ll be old, living with loads of cats, and despite that I’ll still be able to look in the mirror and like what I see because I learned to stop eating when I’m not hungry. You, on the other hand, are going to get your face blown off in Auror training and won’t even be able to look in a mirror. I’m confident of that.

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-rolls her eyes- Brilliant. Go on starving yourself, then. I bet that'll make you happy. -clenches her jaw- 'N I thought you were meant to be confident or something like that. World's full of surprises. 

I'm feeling much better.

-crosses her arms- You’re right, it is my birthday, and as such I’m done eating. -sips her tea- Why is it that you’re always free to follow me around and comment on every decision I make? I thought you were supposed to be popular or something like that.

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M'not saying she wasn't disappointed. Mums always are, 'n yours is-- -waves the thought off- Fine. Good. If she's really that big a twat, you've done nothing more'n cast off dead weight. -sits up in her seat and leans across the table- I reckon that's your duty, seeing as you, too, are a human being-- one whose birthday it is, I might add-- 'n I paid for the pie. S'a gift. 'Can't leave it there to go sour. It'd be rude.

I'm feeling much better.

Believe me, she was not upset to hear that she’d not be grandmother to a bastard. I may not be as outspoken about it as others, but I do come from a very traditional family. -narrows her eyes- If you don’t eat it, I’m throwing it out. It’s your duty as a human being to eat the damn pie and not let it go to waste. I’ll even get the kid to bring you a glass of cold milk to wash it down with.

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-snorts- If you're a priss, maybe. -fidgets with her tea cup- M'sure s'not true, Calista. She's your mum, however big a twat she is. -looks up- I'd apologize, only you'd believe me about as much as I'd mean it. -furrows her brows- I know how much that prick talks, Walker. If you've only been eating every other one of his bites, you need it more'n I do. -pushes the pie back- You're not fifth year, you're a witch grown. Now eat your sodding pie.

I'm feeling much better.

You do realize it is a possibility to die from whiskey, yeah? Alcohol poisoning or whatever? -shifts in her seat- The only thing she felt was shame, so no tears. It was a very dry affair, thankfully. -pushes the pie towards her some more- No, I’ve eaten half of it so I’m done. When I was with Dory, I’d only eat at his every other bite, and that helped me drop enough to fit into my Fifth Year robes. It’s the most affective method of portion control I’ve ever tried. I’m not giving you free pie, you’re actually doing me a favor.

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S'not bloody funny. You can't go telling a bird her lifeline's a cause of death. -frowns- Death's rubbish. Maybe the crazy bi-- your mum felt the same way when you went through what you did. Terrified or sommat. -eyes the pie- The way you were just going at it? 'Reckon I ought to let you two finish up, yeah? 

I'm feeling much better.

You have to admit that was a good one. I really had you going. I can practically hear the speech you’d have given about how that should’ve been an example for sobriety or sommat. But alas, twas an aneurysm that took the ol’ gal. It’s the only time I’ve ever seen my mother cry, and it was terrifying. It was the stuff of nightmares, let me tell you. -pauses and looks down at her plate- Eat the rest. -pushes the pie towards her-

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Everything's a choice, Mare. Y'can't go a moment without making one. -forces a smile- 'Course we are. S'better knowing the truth than making yourself daft.

Is there a reason the castle seems empty?

They’re not all the same, Marlene. It’s not always a choice, you know? …I’m not sure any of us are better off for it.

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-furrows her brows- When'd you leave him?

What the hell kind of hat is this?

Yeah.  I just, I dunno this probably sound like bollocks, but I just don’t Jeremy to think I’ve just up and left him again.  I mean, I know we’ll be together and we’ll raise this kid, but I really pursue a Quidditch career, I’ll be busy.  Loads of traveling, and practice— everything.  -shrugs-  It killed me to what me leaving did to him, and I don’t wanna do that again.

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Right comedienne, you are.

I'm feeling much better.

She was hit by a whiskey delivery truck.

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-sets down tea with an unceremonious 'clunk'- What d'you mean, the whiskey that got her?

I'm feeling much better.

-is having a love affair with her pie rn negl but stops to shake her head- She was the nicest lady I’ve ever known. It was the whiskey that got her in the end. -goes back to her A+ pie-

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Oi. S'nothing to frown over. S'better knowing them for what they are. You're better off for it. 

Is there a reason the castle seems empty?

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-makes a face- A load of rubbish if there ever were one. My da was at the Ministry constantly 'til I was at least thirteen, 'n m'not a complete psycho. You can have a life of your own, s'well. The world won't stop spinning.

What the hell kind of hat is this?

I want to play quidditch, I always have.  But, I dunno, things have changed.  I can’t just leave and do my own thing.  I’ve got obligations, you know?  So yeah, suppose.  House girlfriend.