usagiyonshimai:

cute!

bamfasakillerwhale:

Name: Charley Nowak
Gender: Female
Birthday: April 10th
Age: 15
Height: 5’6”
House: Gryffindor 
Year: 5th 
Bloodline: Pureblood
Wand:  11 1/2 inches, unicorn core, english oak wood and slightly springy 
Favorite Subjects: DADA, Hogwarts History and Muggle studies
Disliked Subjects: Divination
Likes: sour candies, tea, shopping, play fighting, the ocean, climbing trees and other tall things, flying ( loves it ), getting splinters and slumber parties.
Dislikes: space, small enclosed areas (claustrophobia), people who don’t know when to shut up.

Pet: Tawny Owl; her name is Bird.

About Charley;

Charley makes it known that she is strong willed and aggressive when pushed, but also level headed and kind; a believer in balance she knows that one must be strong and kind, but aggressive and withstanding of torment. Where she can be out spoken and brash, she can also sit back and relax with a few of her close friends and chatter about boys and, classes and the like. She might not stop to help a fellow classmate collect their books in the hallway, but when it comes to being polite, she’s probably got the best manners out of everyone she knows. The first to pick up after people and, give them a hug when they’re down or, punch someone in the head if they’ve been a complete ass to you. Don’t expect this kind of kindness if you’re a stranger however, Charley is only likely to extend this courtesy to her friends. Something that should be known about Charley is that she also hates being ignored; if she’s talking to you and you ignore her it’s a one way ticket to a good old head butt. She’s also very touchy of her flaws being pointed out and, tries her hardest to hide them. (Secretly very body conscious despite that she doesn’t really need to be. Also very hard on herself which leads to self doubt and an unbridled fear that she’s not doing enough, not pushing herself enough and not trying.) In the end, she can be a little bit of a challenge but the rewards are always sweet.

Growing up in the heart of London, England she’s a born and bred city girl full of nothing but fight. Raised by two older brothers and a single father, one might see then where she gets all the fight from.

uh.. new lady character. c:

Because there needed to be some more.. yep.

raleighryther:

From the journal of Paul Francis Miller, head custodian of Hogwarts Institute for Higher Education

Monday

For breakfast today: two scones, an egg, a cup of cream of wheat.  It’s Monday and already there are Professors grumbling, as though they didn’t just have a weekend.  As though they were the ones cleaning up after a house party in Godric Hall.  But I’m not complaining, no- because this is all just a stepping stone, a temporary setback in the final plan, because I might be cleaning toilets here, but within the year I’ll have completed my correspondence course and the only thing I’ll remember about this place will be the smell of chalk and disinfectant, and soon enough even that will fade.  God, but I’m counting down the days!

The first thing that I had to deal with was a case of vandalism in the third floor corridor- “The Chamber of Secrets Has Been Opened” was graffiti-ed across the walls.  I spent two hours trying to scrub it off though, to no effect, and to top it off some shit of a student kept whispering at me.  It almost sounded like it came from the walls, but of course the bastard ran when I went looking for him.  I told the headmaster of the incident and he laughed it off- “children will be children,” he said, as though that excused this behavior.  Typical behavior of the faculty here, completely useless.  Tomorrow, I’ll have to send out for stronger paint remover— and ear plugs.

Tuesday

For breakfast today:  waffles, a side of bacon, coffee, black.  A student was found collapsed today on the third floor, near the graffiti.  He showed signs of a high fever, some sort of flu, the nurse said before waving me away.  Things haven’t been the same between us, since that night, frigid bitch.  I’ll be sure to send a postcard when I’m out of this hell hole, just to let her know exactly what she missed out on.  The day can’t come soon enough.

I spent a good part of the morning trying to clear off the graffiti again, with no luck.  And that damned whispering, again!

Wednesday

For breakfast today:  cold cereal, cold coffee.  Seven more cases today- students with all the same symptoms, all found in the same third floor corridor; collapsed against the same wall.  The teachers have begun to get nervous and have requested that all hands be available to patrol, including, of course, yours truly.  When I tried to protest that this was not in my job description, I was treated to a condescending lecture of how everyone must pull their own weight.  As if it wasn’t me every weekend cleaning the sick off the tiles or wiping down the loo.  As if they couldn’t be asked to get off their blessed behind to lift a single finger to manage what needs be managed every damn day in this bloody rubbish bin of a school.  Just a bit longer, I keep telling myself, only a bit longer.  Til then, I’ll be standing guard from god knows what on third, what do they really expect is lurking up there?

later …

Past midnight now, I wasn’t relieved on time, typical.  Watch on third was uneventful; I spent most the time reading a dull sort of book I found wedged into my bookshelf this morning.  “Hogwarts, a History,” it is, and I wouldn’t have even bothered with it had I not seen a chapter within called “The Chamber of Secrets.”  Seems like one of the blokes who founded the school, Salazar something or the other, up and resigned post after having a tiff with the other three founders.  The book doesn’t go into what the argument was about, but it says that Salazar left behind a legacy of some sort, a creature, or a curse, locked away until the day came he could release his vengeance on the school.  Dull stuff, really, but it was while I was reading it that things got a bit queer.  It got quiet, awful quiet, where I couldn’t hear myself speak.  And I was speaking, I think, I was reading aloud like a man compelled and all I could hear was the steady… pulse of some great heart, all the blood rushing within me and nothing else.  I must have dozed off- Dickson woke me and sent me back to my quarters.  It was a dream, right?  It must have been a dream.  That damned book putting me to sleep, no other explanation.  I’ve had enough of histories, don’t know what possessed me to read the bloody thing.  And now I can’t even find that chapter on the chamber, forget it, I’m too tired for this nonsense.

Thursday

For breakfast today: coffee.  The students in the infirmary all woke up this morning, symptoms gone.  Nurse chalked it up to a 24-hour bug and released them.  The headmaster is still unconvinced and scheduled another watch, though, with me running the hours from 2-4am.  God, what I wouldn’t give for a ticket out of here- any way out of here, I’m not going to be fucking picky at this point.

later ….

I keep nodding off so I’ll spend the last hour on watch writing.  Tried to take a nap midday and couldn’t sleep, nightmares of corridors unending, twisting, writhing down into some place I could swear I’ve been before because i know there’s something, there’s something down there, and i know it and i can’t not go towards it because that damned whispering all the time!  It’s here now, even now, even when I tried to shut it out just non stop.  I can almost make out a word, a single word, repeated over and over and over and over and over and over again and again and AGAIN and it won’t stop and I’ve screamed, I’ve bloody well screamed into this cloud of silence screamed so loud that the entire bloody castle ought to have heard me but I can’t even hear myself, nothing but the beating of that heart and that damned whispering that won’t damn well stop

what’s this chamber?  what’s inside?  it’s just out of reach, just past those corridors, what’s inside, there’s something inside and i can’t see because it’s if only i could hear myself think if only

there was a noise

there’s someone else here

there’s


Friday

the chamber of secrets is open
enemies of the heir

beware

——-

Hi guys, remember the zombie AU?  No?  Well I do and as far as I know this is how it’s going down, SO YOU KNOW IF YOU WANT TO PLAY THEN BY ALL MEANS LET US KILL SOME ZOMBIES.  Here’s a quick and dirty for anyone who doesn’t get the origin story (and no one would blame you, damn, Ruth, what the hell did you write up there).
* Here is Hogwarts, a standard boarding school in Scotland, remote, at least 20 miles away from the nearest outpost to civilization- the village of Hogsmeade.  No magic here, of course, magic, please!  What is this, a children’s book?
* Legend has it that a founder of the school, Salazar Slytherin, left behind a legacy- a Chamber of Secrets.  As to what’s inside, who knows, but one thing’s for certain: the chamber has been opened and now there are all these goddamn zombies popping up, what the hell.  Maybe someone needs to get down to the chamber, I don’t know, don’t ask me, I just work here.
* Thankfully for our intrepid students we got the slow walking zombies taking over the school, but one bite and that is it for you, sir.  Scratches, blood, whatever else- that’s fine.
* Whatever else I’ll add here idk ask me/skype me UM HAVE FUN I HOPE ._.

Shit. Is getting real up in here.

bristolinglevitations:

(I DON’T THINK ANYONE KNOWS HOW MUCH I LOVE TONI’S CHARACTERS BUT I CAN ONLY DRAW BILLY. So I will draw Billy. Yeah.)

dis cute ; w;

ahhh kgrtk sob thank you K. What a sweet heart.

<3

lovelylops:

dailybunny:

Happy Bunday!

Via

I’ve been wanting to doodle Cashie for a while.

Every time I see her mentioned or she shows up on my dash because wow what a cutie. * u*