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“There must be something wrong with this Firewhiskey… I’m still sober.” Dorcas said before taking a sip of her drink. She tried to remember how many glasses she had had, but she had lost count a while ago. She then giggled at the thought — maybe she wasn’t that sober.

“No, just something wrong with your self-perception.” Tonka turned to the woman, set to complain; she detested mingling. She did not expect to recognise Dorcas, who she’d met at the World Cup. “Will there ever be a day you aren’t holding some alcoholic beverage when we meet?”

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“Do these... people throw parties for every occasion?” She looked around the Room of Requirement, apparently disinterested. “That would be...truly predictable.”

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airstrology:

sunshine or moonlight? fairy wings or angel wings? gardening or baking? velvet or silk? flowers or succulents? black coffee or milky coffee? road trips or hiking? mermaids or dragons?

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Top 15 Characters as voted by our followers; 3 — Annalise Keating

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When a guy says he doesn’t deserve you, agree with him.

When a guy says you’re so much better than him, tell him that you know.

When he puts himself down in an attempt to get you to willingly lower yourself, don’t take the bait.

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i don't owe you any explanation.

for anything. 

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compare yourself only to your previous self

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Dont start fallin in love just because somebody showing you a little bit of attention

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“Money can’t make you happy”

WELL IT SURE AS HELL AINT GONNA MAKE ME SAD

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dorcasisakeeper:

“Nice to meet you,” she said with a smile. Dorcas had heard the girl’s comment about dating a version of her father, but decided it was better to just ignore it. “You’re welcome. Honestly, you looked like you ‘ad it under control, I simply got tired of seeing ‘is face around ‘ere.” She chuckled, not at all fazed by the girl’s willingness to hex someone. “And leaving before the game even began? That would ‘ave been a shame!” She exclaimed, not a trace of sarcasm in her voice. At Tonka’s comment, she briefly looked down at the pints she was holding. “Oh, this is actually for my father. ‘e’s waiting for me at out tent. You can ‘ave it if you want.” She felt like the other girl could use a drink more her father and, besides, she could easily get another Butterbeer if she needed.

“The pleasure is mine, I’m sure.” She hummed her agreement, smiling after a moment of deliberation. “Thank you, I assume you - you are correct on all accounts. I don’t want to know how many women he bothered - though I suppose, for you to be bored of his actions enough to interfere, it is too many? As for missing the game - I agree entirely. I am hoping India put up a fight before Bulgaria beat them into the pitch.”

Tonka considered rejecting the offer of the drink. But the fact was that she really could use it, and she wasn’t one to deny herself a drink every now and again. Especially as Butterbeer had a minimal effect, at best, even on the most lightweight of drinkers. “I would appreciate that - and I will be buying the replacement for you, if that suits. I’d prefer not to owe you a drink for long.”

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francis-delacour:

“A tie would be rather pathetic, and not to mention, a shame for both teams. Poland? Now, I mean no offence but the Polish team was weak.” Francis had followed the games thoroughly through the news and the radio. Fairly certain he knew what he was talking about, he stood a little taller. “Russia would be fine too. It was a shame their Beater got disqualified.”

“Perhaps you have a point,” she conceded, though a smirk played on her lips. “But are you telling me you wouldn’t enjoy knowing a team reach the finals on a string of flukes? True, it would be infuriating for those of us who actually enjoy the sport, but for comedic effect - much less dull than yet another season with Bulgaria making it to the finals.” She watched the male straighten, eyebrow quirked as she recalled hearing of the game from a friend of her fathers, the lucky individual she knew who had bothered her with details of it. “Yes, except that from what I heard, it served him right - to be caught bumphing? And more than once. If he had been more subtle, they might have had some hope.”

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paumesdouces:

It almost felt uncomfortable, wearing this skirt in public - but, whenever she thought about it for too long, she remembered how Apolline had raised one eyebrow and whistled underneath her breath. She hummed lightly, cracking a smile. Thanking the witches and wizards of old for inventing a heating spell, her legs were just as warm as they had been in jeans. “Nice to meet you, Tonka.” Alice shifted, unable to stop the deadpan comments that circulate her mind, pressing her lips together to suppress a bark of laughter at Tonka’s comment. “Intelligent guess, I suppose. Well, that, too, when I think about it. My uncle Florean can’t speak a word of French - other than the occasional ‘je ne sais quoi’ - and our entire family is fluent in French, including his mother.”

“Indeed?” Tonka probed, curiosity not particularly sated. “Ah, the infamous expression, yes? What is it that Englishmen use as a throwaway - a certain ‘je ne sais quoi’?” She scoffed, rolling her eyes, though she was careful to not seem too impolite. It wouldn’t do to repel her new conversation partner before her curiosity was sated; she had no desire to be left with question at the end of this. “If you don’t mind my asking, how did your uncle Florean manage to skip learning the language he was - I would assume - raised with? Unless your grandparents elected to speak only - English, I suppose? - in the home.”

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And she needs no prince or knight to save her, because her might is enough to tame dragons.

Nikita Gill (via meanwhilepoetry)