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→ 13 Jan 12 at 9 pm
→ 13 Jan 12 at 9 pm
“Screw It Let’s Get Sh*t Done Anyway” Card
Category: Setting the Mood
Price: 5 Knuts
Muse along.
My name is Christopher Hemsley, and I consider myself a classy guy. I'm in Ravenclaw, though most of the people the Hat put in here are stuck up snobs that probably would have been better off in Slytherin. Maybe I'm one of those guys, but hey--what's done is done. Blue and bronze it is.
Anyway.
I'm in my sixth year, but I really should be a Seventh Year student (I started school late). I have a whole damn village full of relatives back home, some of which have already graduated from Hogwarts and other wizarding schools. The people in my family have been Pure-blooded for as long as I can remember. I don't care much for that prejudice shit; blood is blood (is blood is blood, and so on).
I make greeting cards--don't you dare laugh at me--on occasion. Why not? It pays well and gives my brain a much-needed break from the rubbish gossip and mindless chatter I hear from the gaggle of young girls always flocking the fourth floor corridor. That's right, Hufflepuff girls in pink and frills. I'm writing about you.
And no, I'm not socially awkward; my awesomeness is just too much for most people to handle.
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→ 07 Jan 12 at 12 am
→ 07 Jan 12 at 12 am
harry-james-potter-and-his-scar:
“Take that Risk” Card
Category: For the Person You Can’t Stand
Price: 2 KnutsGreat card to give to Malfoy. **Le buys**
I’d like two.
Ah, Potter! Fancy seeing you here. That would be 4 Knuts, thank you very much.
Making dinner and then eating it.
“It’s not a stupid story.” She retorted, feeling the need to protect Cho’s favorite story. “It is a brilliant story. As for nonverbal magic, you still need a wand for that, mate.”
“And I suppose there’s a boy that gets to live forever?” Christopher scoffed. “Please. That story’s been told and done with.”
To prove her wrong, he furrowed his brows, as if thinking deeply, and focused his energy on the pencil on his drawing board’s ledge. A second later, the pencil rose (although it was very wobbly as it moved) and started scratching lines onto the paper’s surface.
He grinned triumphantly. “There. Without a wand.”
(Source: christopher-hemsley)
Hearing him talk about being swept away with a girl into another land reminded her of when Cho told her about Peter Pan. “Yeah, it’d be pretty cool.” She agreed. “If you had a faerie for a friend and could fly past the stars.” She chuckled.
Looking over his shoulder, she was curious as to what this conversation could inspire him to draw. “Those hexes and jinxes are useless if you don’t have a wand, mate. You need to know some fight moves.”
He drew a blank face. “What kind of stupid story is that?”
Christopher shook his head. “Anyway, that’s what nonverbal magic is for. Obviously.”
He smoothed out his latest creation and pinned it underneath a paperweight. “Besides, I’m a Pacifist.”
(Source: christopher-hemsley)
“So you’re the sickly child then?” She chuckled slightly. “I’m not surprised. I’m just… curious.” She told him, reaching into her own pocket and tossed her own little money bag upon the wooden table. It made much more of a heavy thud than it size would convey.
“That’s the bag of a true business person. One that has been in the business long enough to claim some profit to call her own.”
“In a way of speaking,” he said, “then yes. Yes, I am the sickly child. But honestly, do I look sick to you?”
He flexed a bicep that actually had a decent amount of muscle to it, compared to the rest of his lanky body. “I don’t want too much money. Just enough to pay off a debt I owe. But come see me if that money becomes too much for you, alright? I wouldn’t mind taking some of that off of your hands.”
She snickered, taking her bag in her hands and pulled it open. Taking out two shiny gold galleons, she dropped them in his little bag. “I’m always a sucker for helping the needy, those poor unfortunate souls.” She smiled sweetly. “And yes, you need some more meat on those bones of yours, mate. If a strong wind happens to come by, I’m afraid you’ll be swept away by the breeze.”
Christopher shrugged and pocketed his bag. “Being swept away by the breeze would be fun. I’d get to be like that one Muggle tale where the twister takes the girl to an imaginary land. Pretty cool, don’t you think?”
He turned back to his drawing board as an idea for his next card came to mind.
“Besides, being skinny’s not a bad thing. It’s not like anyone’s going to beat me up. I know much more hexes and jinxes than most people at this school do,” he claimed, sketching lightly. “Some of which I’ve invented myself.”
“So you’re the sickly child then?” She chuckled slightly. “I’m not surprised. I’m just… curious.” She told him, reaching into her own pocket and tossed her own little money bag upon the wooden table. It made much more of a heavy thud than it size would convey.
“That’s the bag of a true business person. One that has been in the business long enough to claim some profit to call her own.”
“In a way of speaking,” he said, “then yes. Yes, I am the sickly child. But honestly, do I look sick to you?”
He flexed a bicep that actually had a decent amount of muscle to it, compared to the rest of his lanky body. “I don’t want too much money. Just enough to pay off a debt I owe. But come see me if that money becomes too much for you, alright? I wouldn’t mind taking some of that off of your hands.”
(Source: christopher-hemsley)
“Just displays power.” She smirked. “Doesn’t have to be sexist if a woman exerts such alpha male traits.” Katie glanced down at his little pocket bag of coins, “How cute. How much have you earned?”
“Enough to feed the entire population of Africa,” he answered, holding up the five Knuts he’d earned from her. “I’ve only just started today—I didn’t expect to be making a fortune so soon. Unless, of course, you’d be willing to spare some more coins.”
He smirked and held out the bag of coins to her. “Think of the children suffering from diseases.”
“You’re earning money to send to the suffering and starving children?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. “You’re serious?”
“Alright, fine. Not suffering and starving children. Just a diseased child. Jeez, don’t look so surprised. I’m a philanthropist when I want to be.”
He shook the bag again. “So every Knut, every Sickle, every Galleon counts. Care to spare this sickly child an extra Sickle?”
—Which girl with a single letter as her nickname is head over heels in love with her Ohana?
what is X?
Yes!!!! <3
your turn
which one of the girls with red hair loves X more than anyone else could??????
what is AMBER?! <3
