@sixofcrowsnet creation event: The Staying and the Leaving

[creation 1]

There were a few reasons people came to Ketterdam, and money, escape, and opportunity were most of them.

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Prompt for @hpwritersnet: Minerva Mcgonagall

Minerva Mcgonagall was nervous.

She didn’t show it, of course, keeping her spine straight and her expression neutral. Her father, a pastor, had taught her at least that much: when you’re a flurry of emotions, keep the storm inside until later, and let your best face show. Minerva didn’t know how well this had worked for her father, seeing as she hadn’t attended church for some odd ten years out of her eleven.  But it seemed sound advice. So she kept the nervousness inside her as she listened to the giggles and whispers of her Hogwarts class. More than a few had made quite a few friends on the train and were eager to share their thoughts and fears for the sorting ahead with their peers.

But Minerva, or Minnie, as she liked to be called, had only made a single friend on the train ride–if he could even be called that. He had already gone up at the sound of his name (which was rather whimsical, Minerva thought, though her own name had caused quite the stir up in Scotland). A tattered hat had been perched atop his head for five long minutes before it roared a hearty “Ravenclaw!” and sent him to his appropriate table. She was happy for him; Filius Flitwick hadn’t wanted much, but he had wanted blue and bronze for house colors.

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I finally changed my url! (and it’s canon I’m so excited). Please spread the word and mutuals, could you please signal boost?

Prompt by the @hpwritersnet

Every time James had asked her to go on a date with him, it had been big and dramatic, like standing atop the astronomy tower or hiring an elf to follow her around on Valentine’s Day and sing couplets about her eyes that he said he loved to get lost in. 

That was why Lily asked him to marry her when it was quiet and lilac was painting the Cokeworth evening a shade of sweet calm. That was why she did it before he could, with both of them staring at the sky, their hair tangled together on their blanket like ashes and flames. She was not his eleven year old conquest. She was the girl who read Jane Austen novels and paired sundresses with leather jackets and maybe, just maybe, had written a few couplets about her boyfriend’s messy hair and the way he made her smile and laugh before she even realized that she was doing it. The James and Lily of childhood were long gone, and they were now entirely different, entirely beautiful people that made each other better, that spelled out an equal sign with their souls.


She never wanted them to change. 

Heyyy Emily! Thank you! And congratulations, that’s such a huge accomplishment!!!!!

Emily: twin braids falling down your back, the sound a bike makes when you start to pedal, the crunch of autumn leaves, interlaced hands, making eye contact with your friends across the room

URL: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 I NINA ZENIK

ICON:  1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 I LUNA LOVEGOOD

MOBILE THEME:  1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 I ADELINA AMOUTERU

DESKTOP THEME:  1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 I QUEEN MAYAVATI

POSTS:  1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 I ANNABETH CHASE

FOLLOWING: not yet, but i love you <3 | now | yes! | we’re mutuals! I WHO WOULD I BE IF I WEREN’T?