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emma.

❝ remember when this spot used to dazzle us? render the entire student body speechless. ❞ the brunette glanced upwards, surveying the grandeur of the great hall with sullen eyes, not aware of those beside her but rather voicing her thoughts aloud carelessly. ❝ can’t help but wonder when it lost it’s charm. perhaps when blood began to spill at the hand of individuals that once roamed these halls. ❞

she appreciated the melodrama, the corners of her lips rising in inappropriate amusement. rita glanced up from her plate, brow rising and fork tapping an irregular beat against its edge.    ❛   someone’s feeling bleak.   ❜    her smile sharp and attitude callous.   ❛  horrible people have always existed, sweets.    ❜  

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Katheryn Winnick as Fiona Wagner in Choose

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best memory?

❛   this one night at the astronomy tower sticks out. or maybe that first dance. or--  maybe not so much a memory then--  those moments with him. it’s been . . .    ineffable.   ❜      

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why do you think so many people like remus?

❛  is that you, remus ?   ❜

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do you think remus could be the hogwarts attacker? he seems like he's definitely hiding something, and apparently he has a tendency for violence...

❛   i thought  i  was the only one stupid enough to come up with this. congrats.   ❜  

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remus.

                Rita  had  set  the  stage.  She  knew  he  was  in  pain,  head  reeling  from  an  obvious  migraine,  and  yet  still  she  practically  shouted,  the  ache  doubling  in  response.  The  blonde  wanted  to  complain;  he  wouldn’t  stop  her,  but  he  wouldn’t  feel  bad  for  being  tired  of  her  constant  rudeness  either.  Against  his  better  judgement  he  decided  to  help  her,  the  money  a  happy  addition,  and  still  she  alluded  to  him  being  psychotic.    ❛     Addison  had  a  lot  of  opinions,     ❜     he  said  with  a  smile,  his  expression  infamously  political.      ❛     I’m  going  to  need  specificity.       ❜     She  wanted  crazy     ?     Maybe  he’d  give  it  to  her.  And  yes,  that  was  probably  the  tiredness  that  came  with  his  current  situation,  but  he  really  didn’t  care  at  that  point.      ❛    Go  ahead,  Rita.  Tell  everyone  I’m  a  vicious  psychopath.  Just  know  that  if  you  do         I  care  about  the  integrity  of  journalism  .  .  .  and  I’d  have  to  prove  you  right.     ❜     And  there  the  smile  disappeared,  replaced  with  something  dark.  Twisted.  He  wasn’t  sure  what  came  over  him,  but  he  wanted  nothing  more  than  to  show  her  what  he  truly  was.  Show  the  monster  a  real  monster.     ❛     Your  choice.      ❜     His  stare  was  unwavering  as  he  shoved  his  hands  in  his  pockets,  the  serious  expression  soon  melting  away  as  he  offered  her  a  parting  smirk.     ❛    Bye.     ❜

&&. of course he had gone on to scare the absolute living shit out of her. 

any musings of her fear of him up until this point had been half-baked, his potential danger indirect and therefore, a bit of a joke. if a strangely enticing, scary one. hell, she hadn’t even told anyone but emmeline.  the queen of fruitless gossip had gone on and found SOMETHING dumb enough to keep  ( mostly )   to herself.    and now?   actually hearing it from his own mouth ? she was shaking, chest rattling and bottom lip trembling.  her expression dropped, arm a violent thrash as she threw the quill as hard as she could at his eye. expression just barely fading from something feral and inhuman. he was scaring her. truly. she hardly cared if it even connected, her breath ragged and words vicious as she rounded on him, height building and confidence unshaken.  she would  not  be threatened. real or no.   ❛   remus lupin if you threaten a skeeter you better be ready to go through with it !!  ❜    and if he’d thought her loud before, her voice hit new heights, carrying and echoing a torrent of fear beautifully down the hall.  

  ❛    GO ON!   i’m calling your bluff, asshole !  that’s right !  i want to be right ! do it !  ❜   her voice cracked at the end, chest struck by a gasping rattle of a breath. then it was the notebook, flung in a rather nice arc aimed for his temple.  did she want to be ?  or, having found herself right had it just been . . .  wrong.  ❛   i'm right   ❜   her step forward was uneven, still frightened but going on ahead anyway. rather than reach for the next nearest inanimate object, hands clung to him in what loosely resembled a hug.   her expression was hidden against the darkness of his robes, breath stilled in anticipation of retaliation that she believed would come, but  . . . . knowing  that it wouldn’t. it couldn’t.               it wouldn’t.                she just needed the proof.

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      ��          plopping into a seat beside the other blonde, rita was too busy shredding the leaves of a fist full of what looked suspiciously like weeds to greet her immediately. potion arrangements were carefully hidden within the arrangement she’d only just collected from the Greenhouses but sprinkled in were flowers dangling from broken stems. after a moment of thought, she plucked the prettiest red one from the bunch before setting it above the peak of kitty’s ear.  clearly, rita had something to tell her. or ask.   ❛   long time no see, sweets   ❜      // @kttyabbott

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Nonverbal RP Starters

I’m finding it difficult to find memes for nonverbal characters ( be they mute, or just not fond of talking ) so I thought I’d make a few!

Neutral

☝️ Tap my muse on the shoulder

👉 Point to something for my muse to see

🤙 Bump into my muse

😊 Sit down next to my muse

🤨 Sit down across from my muse

📓 Push/Slide [an object] across a table to my muse

✍️ Pass my muse a note

🙄 Roll their eyes at my muse

🚪 Tap on a table/door/wall/chair to get my muse’s attention without speaking

Aggressive

🐺 Growl at my muse

😬 Snarl/show teeth at my muse

😠 Death Glare at my muse

🙌 Push/Shove my muse

👊 Punch my muse

👖 Kick my muse in the shin

👠 Stomp on my muse’s foot

😵 Knee my muse in the gut

💀 Knee my muse in the groin

🔪 Point a weapon at my muse

🖕 Flip my muse the bird/a similar gesture

👔 Roughly pull my muse down by the collar

💢 Bang on a door/wall/table to get my muse’s attention- angrily

Angst

👩‍⚕️ Put pressure on my muse’s wound

🌡 Push my muse down to give them medical attention

🥣 Bring my muse soup/medicine when they are sick

🤢 Hold my muse’s hair back/Rub my muse’s back while they are sick/throwing up

👐 Hold my muse when they are badly wounded/dying

👁 Wake my muse up during a nightmare

🐱 Hold my muse after a nightmare

😭 Hold my muse when they are crying

😢Touch my muse’s shoulder while they are crying in secret

💧 Wipe away my muse’s tears

💥 Try to calm my muse during an overwhelming emotional moment

⛈ Find my muse after some kind of trauma

Soft

👕 Tug on my muse’s sleeve/shirt/skirt

🐈 Lean against my muse’s side

🤝 Hold my muse’s hand

🤗 Pull my muse into a hug

🐕 Rest their head on my muse’s shoulder/knee

🐶 Nuzzle my muse with their nose [specify a location]

✋ Touch the back of my muse’s hand

🤝 Reach for my muse’s hand to hold it

👗 Fix/Straighten my muse’s clothes

😴 Stand by the bed to see if my muse will let you under the covers with them

🛌 Crawl under the covers with my muse

🥪 Set a plate/tray/bowl of food down for my muse

😚 Kiss my muse on the cheek

Playful

🌸 Put a flower in my muse’s hair

✨ Playfully shove my muse’s shoulder

💃 Pull my muse onto a dance floor/up to dance

🤞 Come up beside them and tap the shoulder opposite where they’re standing

😈 Jump out of the shadows to scare/startle my muse

😛 Stick their tongue out at my muse

😱 Make a silly face at my muse

🤭 Tickle my muse

👃 Poke my muse’s nose

💪 Pick my muse up

Sensual/Sexual

💘 Pull my muse in for a rough kiss

💕 Pull my muse in for a tender kiss

💞 Pull my muse in for a messy/desperate kiss

💖 Lean in to give my muse a sweet/chaste kiss

❤️ Lean in to give my muse a tender kiss

🔥 Pull my muse down by the collar/by their clothes - in a sexy way

😉 Pull my muse in by the hips

😲 Smack my muse’s butt

💋 Kiss my muse’s neck

👌 Push my muse down and give them a massage

👙 Pull [an article of clothing] off my muse

👀 Push my muse down on the bed

👄 Pull my muse onto the bed

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remus.

                ❛     If  only  we  could  all  be  so  lucky.   ❜    The  joke  was  dry,  leaving  his  slightly  chapped  lips  in  the  form  of  unadulterated  sarcasm.  The  best  way  to  hide  a  secret,  after  all     ?     Lay  it  out  on  a  bed  of  humor  for  the  world  to  see.

                He  watched  her  carefully  rummaging  through  her  bag,  his  teeth  biting  the  inside  of  his  mouth  as  he  waited  for  a  response.   The  one  he  was  given    ?    Maybe  one  he  should’ve  expected.  Remus  hadn’t  exactly  been  kind  to  the  girl.  Snatching  the  money  from  her  grasp,  he  shoved  it  casually  into  the  pockets  of  his  sweats.      ❛     Pretend  all  you  want,     ❜     he  started,  making  a  move  to  leave  as  he  continued,     ❛   But  I  know  it  bothers  you  .  .  . You  can’t  act  this  way  and  expect  people  to  accept  you,  Rita.   ❜    Pausing  momentarily  and  turning  to  offer  her  a  weak  smile,  he  added,     ❛    Thank  you  for  the  money.  I  hope  you  did  well.    ❜

❛   'act this way’ ?  the vagueness really clears things up. number one tutor in hogwarts, everyone !    what is it ? what did i say this time, sweets  ?  ‘never a pleasure’  ?  no no, that was you. okay, was it when i called you  a  ‘monster’  ?  oh no-- that was  ALSO  you. silly me.   hmmmm . . .  was it the part where i avoided your question  ?  . . . you’re right. makes sense. that  always  sucks.   ❜       rita's shrug was apathetic and her eye roll lazy, features creased with disinterest at what felt like yet more unhelpful and incredibly hypocritical advice. she’d given up  the one thing that she was good at for these people . . . and they hated her anyway.  aggressively so.  why ?   what more was she supposed to do ?   . . . . why had she changed in the first place ?  awash with a jarring rush of regret, bile rose in her throat and her gaze darted over the change in his smile.  her own expression eventually folding miserably despite  his sudden change of heart.    ❛   i don’t need thanks, remus. i don’t need acceptance. i don’t need anything,  or anyone.   ❜   and where his expression had shifted with kindness, her’s became something old and visceral, but familiar. like an old enemy. a quill appearing from seemingly no where, she whipped a notebook from her bag with a dramatic flip of it’s cover, gaze violent, murderous ( of reputations, anyway ) as she met his over the spiral wires. how ironic, the only reputation she’d been unable to destroy was her own.     ❛   sooo !   that is fascinating.  you knew i was 'bothered’, upset.  hurting.  and yet were cruel anyway, remus. that’s abhorrent. almost psychopathic . . . . was addison was right about you, sweets ?  i think hogwart’s readers are  dying  to know the truth.  ❜

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remus.

                ❛   I’d  wager  everyone  is.  At  least  where  you’re  concerned.  Kind  of  like,  making  sure  that  pesky  monster  isn’t  under  your  bed.  Sometimes  you  just  have  to  check.    ❜    His  gaze  swooped  to  her  hair,  an  uninvited  shift  in  interest.  If  something  moved,  he  often  looked,  if  only  for  a  second.      ❛   I  imagine  you  missed  a  few.  Sorry  to  hear  about  that.    ❜    Desperate  to  shift  the  conversation,  but  careful  not  to  show  it,  he  arched  his  brow.     ❛   Happy  accident,  but  I’ve  been  meaning  to  ask:  how  did  your  assignment  go     ?    ❜

 ❛  normally i’d agree. but  i’m not the sort of monster that hides.   ❜      rita’s gaze was cold and unreadable as she searched him, eventually dropping her suspicious gaze to cover her dry throat swallowing.      ❛   no you’re not.   ❜   rita answered tonelessly, her voice clear and leaving no room for any rebuttal.  her tone managed to be significant and heavy even while annoyed by the odd shift of his glance.  if there was one thing she new without a doubt, it was that no one liked her or wanted her around.  rather than answer, she dug around her bag for a drawstring bag and more importantly, the galleons clinking within its depths.    ❛    you can stow the fake interest. you’re well and clear of your part.   ❜     she held it out to him impatiently, clearly ready to get on with her day

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finn.

                         ❛   so  long  as  ye  remember  to  write.    ❜     his  words  were  said  as  an  afterthought,  simple     &     nonchalant  as  he  watched  her  fiddle  with  the  lock.  it  was  pretty  damn  obvious  at  that  point  that  adie  finnigan  wasn’t  the  biggest  fan  of  rules.  that  being  said,  as  much  as  he’d  like  to,  he  could  never  break  into  anything  without  magic  involved.  he  just  couldn’t  do  it.  so  it  was  no  surprise  when  his  mouth  formed  as  impressed ‘o’  once  a  resounding  click  echoed  throughout  the  room.     ❛   shit.  there  goes  my  box  labeled  don’t  let  rita  see.    ❜    his  joke  was  given  in  a  violent  whisper  as  they  moved  through  the  threshold,  his  eyes  finally  adjusting  as  he  took  a  look  at  his  new  surroundings.     ❛   right     !     ‘cause  the  first  thing  imma  do  in  a  creepy  library  is  touch  somethin’           oh     !     look  at  that.    ❜     he  reached  forward  as  if  to  grab  a  book,  only  stopping  when  he  was  inches  away  to  shoot  her  a  wicked  smile.  he  loved  how  nervous  she  was.  it  was  understandable  too;  smarter  even,  than  roaming  around  as  if  she  didn’t  care.  unlike  some  pricks.    ❛   seems  a  bit  overkill,     ❜    he  muttered  to  himself,  remembering  how  obsessed with  that  stuff  his  father  had  grown  lately.     ❛   i  dunno.  ya  change  enough  an’  ye  start  to  forget  what’s  real.     ❜    he  was  probably  the  worst  wizard,  preferring  acts  done  by  hand  than  by  magic.  he  wasn’t  sure  what  it  was,  but  he  always  felt  better  knowing  he’d  done  something  himself.  then  there  was  the  whole  magic  medicine  debacle,  but  people  already  knew  his  opinions  about  that.      ❛   what  are  we  lookin’  for  exactly     ?    ❜  

   chest leaping, and color draining instantly from her cheeks. rita’s recovered with a jerk of relief at his grin.  she snorted, as if that would disguise her surprise. shooting him a look and struggling to keep her lips from lifting. rita reached to slap gently at his fingers, pulling his hand into her’s with her brows rising with disapproval.    ❛   what do muggles call it ? natural selection ?   ❜   her words were harsh and yet she was instantly distracted. gaze softening and limbs loosening as a laugh rattled in her chest. although all that attention meant she was listening closely to his next words. her brow folding thoughtfully and shifting to catch one of the loops of his jeans with a curled finger. she heard him, could almost feel she knew what he meant. and yet. . .      ❛    maybe.   or maybe i’d finally get something done.   ❜   her laugh bitter and touched with frustration as she shifted closer, feeling that change was exactly what she needed. her hip bumping his. she met his eye with a fading smile.     ❛   we’re looking for anything that’ll help me . . . know more.   ❜   in her thoughtful pause, she broke the connection of their gaze to roll her eyes, frustrated by her own vagueness. cheeks flushing, she returned to studying the shelf at his shoulder, the blonde searching the titles with sharp, darting glances.     ❛   okay. so  . . . we just won’t do anything permanent.   ❜    clearly distracted, her words were a surprising attempt at compromise. her hand reaching to squeeze above his elbow she tilted her chin to read the spines,    ❛   if i could get around without being seen    ❜    a book, tall and not so old as those that surrounded it absorbed her attention. staring at its embossed title promising ‘defense from enemies most foul’, rita’s stomach lurched with greedy interest. her fingers itched, her curiosity so thick and surely more likely to give her trouble than him.  it was almost lucky, a creak in the shelf seemed enough to wake her, her eyes widening, she glanced over her shoulder for a sign of the transfiguration section before pulling him with her.    ❛   i need to be everywhere but nowhere, and if i’m going to do any more ? something is changing, finn.   ❜    

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andromeda.

                      rita  skeeter  —  exactly  the  last  person  that  andromeda  had  wished  to  run  into  on  this  day.  the  students  of  hogwarts  were  phenomenal at  their  ability  to  sniff  out  even  a  hint  of  drama,  but  miss  skeeter  was  their  queen.  drama  was  her  middle  name.  and  andromeda  needed  to  get  as  far  away  from  her  as  possible.  trying  her  best  to  collect  every  last  piece  of  scattered  parchment  and  half-open  books,  the  slytherin  snatched  the  pieces  that  rita  had  collected,  forcing  a  smile  that  she  hoped  said  something  reminiscent of  ‘  thank  you  ’,  even  if  she  wasn’t  feeling  it.    ❛   no,  i’m  just  —  not  well.  trying  to  get  back  to  my  dorm  for  some  well  needed  rest.  ❜

  ❛   fun.   ❜   the blonde intoned dryly, familiar enough to recognize a quick shut down. she left her features bland, withdrawing her assistance as she sat crouched on her heels beside the slytherin.   feeling slighted, her expression darkened, and her next words were touched with mocking,   ❛  not well ?  call the mediwizards.  ❜    she paused thoughtfully, before eventually standing when the stairs came to a shuddering halt. the blonde leaned against the rail, eyes sharp and cold while studying the other girl.     ❛   you’ve misplaced your partner, sweets. lucky for you, my afternoon’s opened up.  ❜   

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remus.

                         he  unintentionally  cringed,  canting  his  head  in  a  not-so-subtle  attempt  to  hide  his  displeasure.  she  was  so  damn  loud;  no  doubt  on  purpose,  the  fiend.     ❛     rita,     ❜     he  mumbled,  readjusting  his  sunglasses  while  simultaneously  ignoring  her  question.  multitasking.  what  a  talent.   ❛     never  a  pleasure.     ❜    maybe  he  was  a bit  snippier  than  usual,  but  he  certainly  had  his  reasons.      &      it  took  so  much  inside  him  not  to  openly  curse  whatever  god  was  listening  for  his  shitty  timing      &     his  even  shittier  luck.      ❛     didn’t  see  you  last  night.  aren’t  those  get  togethers  where  you  normally  snag  all  your  best  material    ?      ❜  

                                        he was being especially rude today.   the look she shot him was skeptical, a false smile unconvincing when combined with the narrowing of her gaze.   ❛   well isn’t someone keeping close tabs.  careful, remus. people don’t take kindly to nosiness around here. they stop inviting you to things.  ❜   her laugh was chilly  as she brushed her shoulder to her chin. forcing her expression into something blank and unbothered, she tossed the hair over her shoulder with a dismissive gesture. her study of the hall behind him was short but not exactly subtle, curiosity so dissatisfied with the result that it made its way into her next words.    ❛   why ?  did i miss a spectacle ?  ❜

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She hadn’t learned to control her Hopes yet.

Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things  (via theliteraryjournals)

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