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Can I ask where the idea that Luna’s mom was related to the Rosiers came from? I’m curious

to be quiet honest I don’t know when it’s origin either but I personally am quite fond of the dynamic of Evan and Pandora myself!

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I love my friends. I am like have you ever thought about what kind of relationship with this two characters who never ever interacted with one and other and my friends send me a bible length story of their dramatic heart breaking devastating possible relationship they made up in their head

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inshallah those beautiful women experience devastating situations

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fleur, slowly removing her heart shaped sunglasses: i beg your fucking pardon

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fleur: what’s up sluts i am back from jail

viktor, concerned: sluts?

cedric, more concerned: jail?

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*harry, fleur and cedric sitting on a bench*

viktor: why do you guys look so sad?

fleur: sit down with us so we can tell you.

viktor: *sits down*

cedric: bench is freshly painted.

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Fleur Delacour Drabble

Fleur “he’s a kid you’re not letting him in the tournament” when she found out Harry was to join them Delacour, because she would never let her baby sister join

Fleur Delacour who was more than a beautiful face but an excellent witch too, top of Beauxbatons.

she turned a blind eye to the fact that Harry Potter was getting help

Fleur who was lying next to Viktor Krum at the infirmary after Cedric’s death, they both didn’t speak that much at first, because the guy they both thought were the embodiment of sunshine was just gone

Fleur was first one to speak, and they chatted that all night, about everything and nothing. They both avoided talking about Cedric, because they both knew it could’ve been them instead.

Shared survivor’s guilt

after their graduation, they kept in touch

She would attend Viktor’s games and they would sometimes hit the bars after, or she would sometimes just apparate in his house just to hang out, Viktor loved her company.

Viktor didn’t need to talk much, he appreciated Fleur always had so many things to say

viktor “if that Weasley boy breaks your heart I will break his bones” krum

Fleur could’ve picked anyone, she could’ve picked the most extravagant life style easily, but the moment she met Bill she was head over heels, for this man who saw her as a young brilliant witch she is and not a pretty face.

her experience of dating Bill was way too different than anything she had. He didn’t just stare at her, but actually heard her out.

That’s why she didn’t mind going against everyone in the Weasley family if it was needed, let alone Molly Weasley

It broke her heart when Molly kept inviting Tonks over to change Bill’s mind, but more than anything made her furious

Because she knew Bill loved her, so why would he choose someone else? There was no competition in her eyes, just blatant disrespect.

They had an empty seat at the wedding for Cedric, perhaps they could’ve been friends if he wasn’t gone, she always thought.

Bill refused to let the wedding day be completely ruined, so he and Fleur had a private ceremony between them, just the two of them

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I finally gave Rodolphus an interesting gay situationship he is officially in the club

Kingsley x Rodolphus (kingkiller) headcanons

I’ve made this ship up in my head and I need to yap about them so badly.

they are the two sides of the same coin. dedicated soldiers, not to the man who is behind the curtain but to the cause itself. their abilities are not on the battlefield but rather on the stand, in front of the crowds.

they are strategist. two plan makers. everything has to be meticulously coordinated. they are both risk takers, though Rodolphus Lestrange is more open to make sacrifices than Kingsley Shacklebolt.

They’ve known each other before but everything started when they were sat on the same table at a Slug Club party.

instant chemistry, some cheeky banter. they would discuss about a lot, but tension would never rise.

at chess club, they played against each other a lot. and the other was always their preferred opponent, giving the intellectual stimulation they pretty much needed.

their chess games would sometimes take place off of the club, in an empty classroom. along with discussions of new openings, mid game tactics and gambits.

they loved the back and forth, and they found great pleasure in their banter. soon enough, they would start to hand each other books that they’ve found fascinating.

Kingsley gave Rodolphus a copy of Les fleurs du mal, and that kinda started the tradition off.

“the Devil's hand directs our every move - / the things we loathed become the things we love.” part is highlighted in the book that Rodolphus still has it in his study.

they would never take their chatter out of the chess club and secret meetings at midnight in classrooms.

one night Rodolphus mused. “we can’t keep meeting like this, people will say we are in love.”

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barty + bella. she lowkey beats him up

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Kingsley x Rodolphus (kingkiller) headcanons

I’ve made this ship up in my head and I need to yap about them so badly.

they are the two sides of the same coin. dedicated soldiers, not to the man who is behind the curtain but to the cause itself. their abilities are not on the battlefield but rather on the stand, in front of the crowds.

they are strategist. two plan makers. everything has to be meticulously coordinated. they are both risk takers, though Rodolphus Lestrange is more open to make sacrifices than Kingsley Shacklebolt.

They’ve known each other before but everything started when they were sat on the same table at a Slug Club party.

instant chemistry, some cheeky banter. they would discuss about a lot, but tension would never rise.

at chess club, they played against each other a lot. and the other was always their preferred opponent, giving the intellectual stimulation they pretty much needed.

their chess games would sometimes take place off of the club, in an empty classroom. along with discussions of new openings, mid game tactics and gambits.

they loved the back and forth, and they found great pleasure in their banter. soon enough, they would start to hand each other books that they’ve found fascinating.

Kingsley gave Rodolphus a copy of Les fleurs du mal, and that kinda started the tradition off.

“the Devil's hand directs our every move - / the things we loathed become the things we love.” part is highlighted in the book that Rodolphus still has it in his study.

they would never take their chatter out of the chess club and secret meetings at midnight in classrooms.

one night Rodolphus mused. “we can’t keep meeting like this, people will say we are in love.”

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lucius: please I’m begging you to see a doctor

rodolphus: I am sorry is it OUR stab wound? stay out of it.

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bellatrix: I apologize for saying ‘fuck’ in front of draco

narcissa: you did it again

bellatrix:

bellatrix: I’m not a role model.

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james: would you punch me for two thousand galleons

frank: no I would never hurt you!

[later that day]

james: would you punch me-

kingsley,squaring up: I am glad you asked.

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rodolphus: so I am in love with Bellatrix

evan: our bellatrix?

rodolphus: yes. thoughts?

evan: and prayers. holy shit dude.

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lucius: two years ago I married my best friend

evan: awww

lucius: narcissa was really mad but Severus and I thought it was hilarious

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moody: justice is better served cold

tonks: otherwise it’s justwater

kingsley: get the fuck out of my room