HEY GUYS I AM HERE PLEASE DON’T HAVE FORGOTTEN ME 

hes-jones:

GO. I WANT TO PARA. 

I OFFER ZABINI, EMME OR ARTHUR. WHOEVER YOU’D PREFER.

When did the castle get so…filthy? 

seventhdevil:

I’ve been back for less than a day and haven’t had the pleasure of speaking to anyone of proper notoriety.

Please, no need to be polite.

Skinny Love | Birdy

Just Helping Out || Emmeline & Sybill 

sybillthediviner:

She sat down, returning Emmeline’s smile, noticing her moving some crumpled parchment off the table. Rejected starts to the essay, she assumed. She really didn’t understand how everyone didn’t find Divination absolutely fascinating. She always liked the feeling of knowing more about something than her peers, though; it was in her blood. Her great-great-great grandmother Cassandra had the gift. No one in the family believed her. Thankfully, the family had evolved some since then, but not enough that, outside of her parents, her family deemed her worthless and stopped paying any attention to her.

“I can tell,” she replied raising an eyebrow at the drawings on the parchment. “Unless you’re going to be drawing examples of the history and practical applications of Divination, then you should probably start again.” She pulled the Divination book over to herself and read a bit of the page it was on before shutting it. “You won’t need that. Just start at the beginning. What do you know about the subject?”

Emmeline sighed and pulled out a new piece of parchment to replace her original and leaned her elbows on the wood. Holding back a wince, Emmeline looked down at the table. ‘In general? Not really a lot…’ She sighed again as her eyes traced the minute creases in the thick parchment, biting the inside of her mouth. Over the years she’d mostly gotten by with Divination through getting creative - after all, you could make everything up and still get a good grade - but recently her imagination had gone kaput, and she was having to resort to what they actual had to be doing. All the star charts and tea leaf readings had some pattern to them, but she couldn’t work it out. ‘I’m supposed to be analysing how the planetary patterns correspond with lifetime events, but I can’t work out how the two link.’ She looked up at Sybill with an expression crying a plea for help.

How’s everyone today? 

Waaaaaaaaaah 

pallas—athena:

practical-emmeline:

-rummages in pockets- I have a chocolate frog…? -frowns whilst smiling- And who? Just so, you know, I can make sure they don’t love me.

-holds out her hands- Gimme. And Madame Pompfrey, who else. She says “sugar is bad for me”.

Stupid bitch.

-holds out tiny box, just out of Pallas’ reach, pretending not to notice it’s slightly too far away- Hm, good thing she doesn’t love me, Pals. I’ve been round here too often for that - I think she’s gotten bored of treating me. -tries not to laugh because Pallas is just hilariously adorable when high on medication-

Waaaaaaaaaah 

pallas—athena:

practical-emmeline:

-winces- Probably a mixture of having a hangover and being high. At least someone caught you? Otherwise you’d be a smear on the pitch turf. -smiles and tries to cheer the ‘Claw up- There are perks of being in the hospital wing..? Say, you get everything delivered to you, and people’ll frequently bring you sweets and flowers and nice things…

I asked her to bring me chocolate and she didn’t. Poo on everything she loves………………….

-rummages in pockets- I have a chocolate frog…? -frowns whilst smiling- And who? Just so, you know, I can make sure they don’t love me.

Waaaaaaaaaah 

pallas—athena:

practical-emmeline:

Hey, Pallas …you okay?

-groans- I have a severe concussion and Madame Pompfrey gave me drugs. How do you think I’m doing?

-winces- Probably a mixture of having a hangover and being high. At least someone caught you? Otherwise you’d be a smear on the pitch turf. -smiles and tries to cheer the ‘Claw up- There are perks of being in the hospital wing..? Say, you get everything delivered to you, and people’ll frequently bring you sweets and flowers and nice things…

Waaaaaaaaaah 

pallas—athena:

My head, oh my fucking god.

Hey, Pallas …you okay?