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instagram au ➙ poppy, minerva, and pomona having sunday tea and talking shit

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POPPY POMFREY MOODBOARD [requested for @billweasleyscarred​]

I’m not bossy, I am the boss. ━  UNKNOWN

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His days were quieter now that he didn’t have to step away every half hour or so to check on the near corpse occupying one of the suites upstairs. Edgar’s heart was still leaden in his stomach with the memory of his friend, heavily bandaged, hardly breathing, the sound wet and raspy and painful to listen to. Caradoc had left the Three Broomsticks looking less like road kill and more like himself. Glad as Edgar was of that fact, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d failed Doc by not being there to have his back.

Dearborn was one of his closest mates. He should’ve had his back. Doc shouldn’t have faced that hell alone. The Order should’ve found him. Edgar should’ve found him, saved him, brought him home.

A sigh greyed by smoke stung through his nostrils and derailed the train of thought before it could chugga-chugga-choo-choo it’s way into an abyss of self loathing Edgar wouldn’t ever be able to pull himself out of. The only reason he hadn’t gone out of his mind in the time of Doc’s captivity was because any moment not at work or spent searching for the Order’s missing member had been spent with Xeno. The magic user was his only sanctuary, his solace and sanity. Without them… Edgar refused to think about it.

After ashing the tip of his cigarette, the butt returned to his lips and he focused on wiping the taller shelves behind the bar that Rosy couldn’t reach. A damp rag came away with a fine layer of smudge before the polished bottle found its home on the shelf again. It was a slow night at the Broomsticks, quiet, and he still had some time left on his shift before booked it for HQ to check on Doc. After that would be Xeno, who’d been inadvertently keeping him out of a good deal of trouble.

The sound of the door creaking open pulled Edgar’s focus over his shoulder to spot whoever had wandered in. At the sight of Hogwarts’ very own Madame Pomfrey, Edgar nodded in greeting of the witch and stepped off of the step-stool before meeting her at the bar. Knuckles locked on either side of his cigarette and it came away from his mouth. The smoke in his lungs dispelled to the side, well away from the witch on the other side of the polished mahogany surface between them.

He regarded Poppy with a kind, and welcoming neutrality to his expression, lip curled only subtly at the corner of his mouth. A few weeks ago he wouldn’t have called their relationship anything more than a passing awareness of each other’s existence. But after everything she’d done for Caradoc, after she’d saved him from near-certain death, Edgar respected her. He owed her.

“What’re you havin’, Poppy,” asked Edgar, smiling more visibly now. “First round’s on the house.”

Another hectic day at Hogwarts had ended in Poppy yearning to find a very stiff drink immediately. Usually she would just pull out a bottle of firewhisky she kept stashed in the bottom drawer of her dresser and spike a cup or two of tea but tonight seemed to call for something much different. The past few weeks had been stressful - one might even say hellish. 

Poppy had always been calm in the face of peril, a steady type of woman with both feet firmly planted on the ground. She often wondered if that was why she had been placed in Hufflepuff rather than Ravenclaw - she wasn’t much of a daydreamer...she was always more practical.

Besides the usual demands placed upon her, the care she had been administering to Dearborn had almost wiped her out emotionally. Lycanthropy was a serious condition. Poppy had experienced it first-hand while caring for young Remus Lupin before he graduated but this situation seemed to irk her more than anything. Who had turned Caradoc? Who had tortured him so maliciously? Why, why, why?

The questions had been swirling through her head the last few days. Usually Poppy was more than happy to help anyone who needed her. It was an oath she had taken while training to be a healer. Usually, when Poppy’s questions when unanswered, she left it alone. This situation...it had been terrifying and it was starting to rub her the wrong way. 

Perhaps that’s why she ended up face to face with Edgar Bones. “Just a firewhisky, please?” she answered softly, looking up to met the man’s eyes, “No special treatment though, I’m perfectly fine with being treated like any other old witch in a bar...”

On the House | E&P

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harry potter series: @hogwartsgirlgang‘s ‘just gals being pals’ event            minerva mcgonagall & poppy pomfrey [x]

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Alison Brie for People’s ‘Most Beautiful People’ issue.

from Instagram: (Featured in the the “stars without makeup” section) For a long time being photographed with no makeup would’ve been my worst nightmare but working on GLOW with such inspiring women has given me a greater confidence than ever before. Very proud to be included in this! 💙

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It was difficult, to focus on students where the largest drama happened to be that Millicent Hagney had called Suzie Boughten a bitch in the girl’s toilets and Moaning Myrtle was spreading was yelling it for all who passed the girl’s bathroom to hear. Needless to say she’d had a bunch of gossiping third years within her class that she had little patience to indulge when they were supposed to be turning wooden poles into iron bars. She’d earned her title as the ‘strictest’ teacher within the school today by settling the matter with detentions all around and a large subtraction of house points. A part of her had wanted to yell at the foolish girls that there were more important thing in the world; people were being kidnapped and tortured and they were only occupied by gossip and ghosts.

With her classes dismissed she’d attempted to move to her marking but the written essays just couldn’t hold her attention with thoughts of Caradoc running through her mind; Alastor had informed her of the events, him being found, Poppy managing to bring him back from the brink of death (which should go without saying, the younger woman was very skilled) and the ensuing news that the poor man was now a werewolf. Despite it being a manageable condition in these times there was such a level fo stigma attached to it that many would still consider it shameful to tell others. After a few more attempts to grade her five years essays she gave up and all but threw down her quill.

Enough was enough. She’d go and see the Healer herself. Students scampered to get out of her way as she made her way to the fourth floor and knocked once, softly, before entering the room. “Poppy,” the single word a greeting as she noticed the other with her pot out and cup filled. “Could you pour another?” she asked, closing the door behind her and waving her wand. The tin of biscuits (much coveted by the older students who’d tasted them through the years) which she kept in her office appeared in her hand and she moved to an empty chair and sunk into it. “I heard you had quiet the eventful evening.” Her eyes flicked up the other woman, there was no need to expand the inferred question, they both knew well enough she was asking for details.    

Despite not initially hearing the door open, Poppy knew immediately who had entered, her dearest Minerva. All thoughts of Caradoc suddenly seemed to slip from her mind. The two women had become pretty close over the past few years despite their small age gap. To the best of Poppy's knowledge, Minerva had graduated before she even began attending Hogwarts herself. That didn’t seem to matter though, the two women seemed to be of the same personality. Both no-nonsense when it came to students but they both had a rather tender touch when it came to the important things. Poppy looked up to Minerva. She had never had an opportunity to have an older sister. Poppy had been an older sister although it was only for what seemed like a short period of time. She cringed internally, Rosie. Don't think about Rosie right now. 

“Yes, it’s been a rather...trying day...” she sighed as she motioned for Minerva to take a seat on one of the more comfortable chairs next to her desk. Picking up her wand from the corner of her desk, she flicked it gently and suddenly the tea pot rose into the air and poured just the right amount into one of the extra cups she had sat on the tray earlier. Poppy was never really expecting company but she was always welcome to it. Plus, running the hospital wing, she almost always had someone showing up at her door as soon as she sat down to rest her tired, aching feet. Poppy flicked her wand once more before sitting it back on her desk. The simple, silent spell she had cast proceeded to pour exactly the right amount of milk and sugar in the tea cup.

“You know, the usual.” Poppy said, “A few fakers here and there. A dorm in Slytherin came down with the flu and they are all exhausted.” Poppy paused for a moment, her tired eyes meeting Minerva’s. “Mumblemumps is going ‘round as well!” she said, sounding a bit exasperated, “Just with the sixth and seventh year Hufflepuffs but be advised. I think they’ve all been a bit to friendly with each other lately and who knows how far it could spread between teenagers....I’ve been on Dumbledore to institute some kind of sexual education but they’re still some pearl-clutchers on the faculty.” A small smirk graced her features, “I’m sure your day was just as exciting?”

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Minerva McGonagall, Poppy Pomfrey, and Rolanda Hooch decide to stand on Dolores Umbridge until she agrees to stop being a total bitch.

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i have a cute teacup collection

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Young Minerva McGonagall & Poppy Pomfrey chatting and drinking hot tea <3 

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Today had been an especially trying day in the hospital wing at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It seemed like all students were coming down with some sort of ailment. There had seemed to be some sort of outbreak of Mumblemumps that started with the sixth year Hufflepuffs. The sickness was obviously contagious but Poppy started to wonder if it wasn't being spurred on by raging hormones. It seemed lots of couples were ending up in her hospital wing. Poppy had been pushing for some sort of sex education at Hogwarts for some time now. Of course, Hogwarts was a magical school but it was still a school. They had a duty to educate their students about their own health if there parents were going to fail them in that area. Poppy had already had a few too many close calls over the years with a few girls in their sixth and seventh years. She reminded herself to have another sit-down soon with Dumbledore...surely the pearl-clutching would subside if the other faculty member knew how important the issue with.

There had also been a few cases of flu. Luckily it seemed to be sequestered between a group of third year Slytherin boys. Most likely from sharing their dorm and being in such close contact with eachother. On top of all of this, Poppy would still see the usual suspects. Some students who were the victims of practical jokes, children who had chronic illness that, while not severe enough to stop them from attending school, still required daily care. Poppy found herself growing fond of these students more and more as the years passed by. She was often quite cross with them when they forgot to come and in to receive their necessary medications. It was not unlike the young matron to contact head of houses, threaten to subtract house points (though she was never really sure she had that power), or send out a very strongly-worded owl.

By six o'clock, the matron was simply exhausted. Poppy plopped down in her office chair, reaching for the china teapot she had just filled with hot tea. The old teapot sat on top of an battered silver tray along with a few matching teacups. The teapot had been her grandmother's. A healer just like her father and Poppy, a lovely little French woman. A grandmother who had made the most delectable croissants when she was still living. Pouring herself a nice steaming cuppa, Poppy added a bit of milk. She added three heaping spoon fulls of sugar. Usually she tried to avoid it for her health’s sake but Merlin, did she need it today.

The blood...Dearborn...lycanthropy. Poppy winced. She couldn't help the concern she felt for him. It reminded her of the way she felt about Remus Lupin when he had walked into her hospital wing with the headmaster so many years ago. The condition was basically a life sentence in suffering. There was no cure.. Poppy had often searched for one while Lupin was still in school but the young matron had found nothing of worth. Wolfsbane had been concocted not too long ago but it only eased the transition, plus the ingredients were expensive and hard to come by. The stigma that occupied such a condition was probably just as worse as the transformation itself. Shaking her head, Poppy sighed...a slight tremor in her hands as memories of that night flashed through her head.

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Poppy Pomfrey ✦ 35 ✦ Pure Blood ✦ Neutral ✦ Hufflepuff

“ Everybody’s been there, everybody’s been stared down by the enemy ”

Traits

+ Kind   /   + Empathetic   /   + Caring - Stern   /   - Stoic   /   - Impatient

Description

It takes a special type of person to run the Hospital Wing of Hogwarts. Stern but kind. Poppy Pomfrey is a hard nosed, dedicated lady. She takes personal responsibility for every patient that steps through her doors, and will go to whatever lengths necessary to see them back to health. She has a unique ability to look beyond what a person is and focus only on who they are. Known for her compassion in the face of danger and and her ability to remain utterly calm in the midst of panic, she knows all too well what folding under the pressure can cost. Not a day goes by when she doesn’t think about her sister, a life lost to a sickness that no one could cure at the time. She’s dedicated her life to making sure what happened to Rosie never happens to anyone else again…

Connections

Amycus Carrow: They were partnered together on their first day at St Mungo’s. New kids on the block they were bright eyed, bushy tailed and full of hopes and dreams. They still talk daily, with Poppy often going to him should she ever come across a particularly difficult case. The stars in her eyes when she talks to him shine so bright, one can only wonder what will happen when she discovers the truth about him…

Minerva McGonagall: Two sides of the same coin. They’re the stoic professors with a reputation that leaves envy in their wake. They say opposites attract but in this case, the pair couldn’t be more similar and it has only ever brought them closer over the years.

Remus Lupin: She was one of the few at Hogwarts who knew his secret, and it never changed her opinion of the boy. He was as sweet as he was dashing and all these years later, she still checks in on him just to make sure he’s alright.

Occupation: Matron at Hogwarts Faceclaim: Alison Brie Status:  Fortunately for you Poppy is Open!

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Alison Brie photographed by Txema Yeste for The Edit by Net-A-Porter (2017).