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Song: Ghost Of Corporate Future
Artist: Regina Spektor
Album: Soviet Kitsch
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The Ghost of Corporate Future - Regina Spektor


isn’t my good side worth rescuing? {open} 

allieth0mpson:

Allie first frowned at the girl talking something about her skin. Then, she sat up and rubbed her eyes. “I didn’t even sleep, you know,” she said quietly, “Then again, I wouldn’t even mind getting a sunburn, I mean there are spells to get rid of them, I guess.” She sighed, running a hand through her hair. “And I think getting a little sunburn would be the littlest problem at the moment.” Allie bit her lip. She wanted to lie down again but didn’t want to seem rude, so she just changed her sitting position from sitting straight to sitting cross-legged. She looked at the girl and gave her a small smile. “Thanks for, like… caring about that, though.”

Molly thought through Allie’s comment, then nodded. “You have a point. But why waste a good spell on sunburn when you could use your time to do something else?” Like read, or take walks, or splash in rain puddles…Molly snapped back into reality. She always ended up day dreaming when taking a walk, it was a bit hard to concentrate on anything at all. But Allie looked so distraught, so she thought she might stay to talk to her. “oh, it’s no problem.” She said with a smile as Allie adjusted her posture, “But why would it be a little problem? I’d think having burns on your face would be quite the annoyance.”


I really enjoy hugging random people. Is that weird? 

gryffindorsronnie:

Not at all! A hug is like….like an emotional Heimlich, Ronnie.

I think it just makes you some sort of comfort medic.



Adventure Time! (@Tyler) 

Molly, to put it lightly, was freaking out. She had made plans with someone. Made plans to have an…adventure. Oh god, she thought burying her bright red face in her hands. Saying it like that sounded so childish. What was she going to do? Tyler had said spontaneous. And sure, Molly was a spontaneous person. She did a whole bunch of things just because! It’s just…She didn’t know how to have a spontaneous adventure. Or, when she thought it over, how to have an adventure at all. Reading and thinking about them were easy, but plotting one out was hard. She promised to meet Tyler in an hour and she wasn’t even dressed. Was it spontaneous to go out in your underthings? Oh god. She placed her face back into the comforting grip of her hands.

It took her another ten minutes to figure out that the best thing to wear for an adventure would be something simple. It was a bit chilly out, so she opted for a snug Gryffindor sweater with a pair of black pants with a matching scarf. She gave up on trying to keep her hair from fluffing out; it tended to do what it pleased. Now, a new dilemma. What to bring on an adventure? Grabbing an old school satchel that she recalled putting an extension charm on during her fifth year, she giggled nervously. Molly grabbed her broom, a stack of tarot cards, two top hats, some Peruvian Instant Darkness powder, canary creams, a map of tunnels leading out of Hogwarts she’d found recently, and a ukelele. Well, at least she’d be prepared for anything. She put some money in her pocket as well because, who knew what could happen? Glancing into her mirror one last time, she willed herself to stop smiling like an idiot and laced up her shoes. She walked out into the common room and managed to only trip over herself once.


Torn out pages|| Molly and Nathaniel 

flightofanowl:

Nathaniel looked around; a few people were still in the library- though most had drifted to the different parties that were being held that Friday night. The few people that remained were the usuals, Nate had grown pretty close to them even though no one in that room could really consider each other “friends”, each in their own little world, reading- that’s how it always was. It was a strange sort of friendship, were they knew everything about one another solely based on their choice in literature. His gaze drifted across the room, to his right was one of the Ravenclaws boys a year bellow him. Without even having to peek at the cover of the book in the boys hand, Nate knew it was a muggle science-fiction book.
Directly in front of him was a petite Gryffindor who simply screamed ‘maniac pixie dream girl’. She was always dancing around the library looking for the next book to spend hours absorbed in. His eyes followed her briefly as he saw her get up and walk in his general direction. He assumed she was headed for one of the shelves slightly behind him.  As she drew closer, his gaze dropped back to the book, though she stayed on his mind for a while. She always seemed to be living in her own little world, and Nathaniel could relate to her in that sense. People always thought of him as the genius who looked at everything form a logical and literal stand point, but in reality- he was a dreamer.  Everyone around him knew that simply based on his taste of books. Sure, he spent a lot of his time reading non-fiction novels, but when he was truly enjoying himself he was lost in the world of 19th century London. He spent countless hours in that library absolutely absorbed in Charles Dickinson, Jane Austen, and Nathaniel Hawthorne novels.
He was completely wrapped up in the novel. Nate was now in his constantly changing world, where he was nothing more than a spectator watching the lives of others unfold. It was the one moment where he could just forget all the stress from school and his aunt, he could forget about his own life and watch someone else’s tragedies unfold. This particular novel was different than his usual taste in literature. It was a more modern muggle book by the name of ‘The Basic Eight’. He was in the midst of the book’s climax. Despite the horrific events he couldn’t help but chuckle quietly. The authors sarcastic, dark, and twisted sense of humor made it impossible not to laugh. He went back to reading, too lost in the novel to her the rustling and small gasp coming from above him. Suddenly something came crashing down onto his head. The pain surges through him, starting at the top of his head and creeping its way to the outer most tips of his ridiculously long limbs. His eyes fluttered open and closed for a few seconds before everything grew extremely cold.
He shifted back and forth between unconsciousness and an almost dream like state.  He was floating through the air, he could hear a melodic voice saying something- though he couldn’t make out a single word. Then suddenly his eyes flew open, he found himself in one of the beds in the hospital wing, a slight pounding on the side of his head. His eyes drifted around the room, to find Molly sitting on the chair next to his bed. Nate tried to remember what exactly had happened but his memory was completely blank of anything that had occurred directly before that moment. “W-what happened?” he heard himself ask in a groggy voice.

Molly did what could only be called a walk of shame out of the library. She couldn’t believe she had given Nathaniel and minor concussion! (whatever that was) And the worst part was that she knew him. Okay well, not explicitly, but he was a frequent library goer who had lead her to a lot of great finds. While she would always prefer an good children’s tale, she found that following Nathaniel’s book trail gave her so many wonderful stories to read. She had read and re-read almost all of Jane Austin’s novels in the past few weeks thanks to him, but she’d always make sure to check out the books along with something else. Molly may be a bit strange, but even she didn’t want to seem like she was stalking anyone’s literary choices. Imagine what would happen if they noticed? No, for once she found it better to keep to herself. She felt as if most of the people around the library understood that as well.

But, oh dreaded day! She had been suspended from Library use for a whole week! What would she do now? If she couldn’t do something herself, or live vicariously through fictional characters, how could she have any enjoyment in her life at all? Well, Molly thought, she had better start building up some good karma at least. She visited her room quickly, trying to think of what one brings a boy you accidentally knocked out in a library. She decided on a chocolate frog; chocolate makes everything better, right? Molly hurried over to the Hospital Wing, Madam Pompfrey giving her a stern once-over before letting her in. Nathaniel was resting on a bed near a window with no one around him, asleep. Molly let out a breath of relief; this would be easier if no one else was there to see her embarrass herself.

She sat down on a stool by his bedside, and waited. And waited. She put down the chocolate frog on the bedside cabinet. Continued to wait. Her mind wandered to the book she dropped on Nathaniel, wondering if she’d ever get to read it. She wondered what Nathaniel was doing in that section, what book was he looking for? Molly hummed a tune and let herself immerse into her own imagination. Which was the cause of said effect: when Nathaniel finally spoke she near jumped off her stool. Molly glanced down at him, squinty eyes and a furrowed brow looking more lost than a muggle in Diagon Alley. She smiled at him and felt a pang of guilt.

"I—well-I…dropped a book on your head?" Her smile turned into more of a grimace, then she stopped smiling all together. "In the library, earlier. I am so so so so sorry. Does it hurt a lot?” She visibly winced at the bruise she could see forming on the side of his head.


@Molly 

cornelius-brown:

jollymollycrabapple:

Molly smiled at Cornelius and shook his out-stretched hand. “Hi Cornelius, I’m Molly Crabapple. Does anyone ever call you Corney, Cornelius? Then again, that’d be a rubbish nickname. Though it has a certain ring to it…” Molly lost her train of thought for a moment; she thought he seemed a bit familiar. “Why would you mom send you toys? Are you homesick?” She gasped and covered her mouth awkwardly “I’m sorry. You shouldn’t ask strangers questions like that,” She reprimanded herself out loud, “Well then again, I think I’ve seen you in some of my classes before.” She stared at the Hufflepuff for more than was strictly necessary. There was something about his face that reminded her of someone she had seen before…Maybe someone with the same mole? Maybe someone with an eyepatch? He seemed to be in her year, but where had she seen him? “Oh! You’re the boy who got detention for a week for pulling some prank in Charms, aren’t you?”

A hearty laugh escaped Cornelius’s lips. “actually I’ve been called Corn before, and various other forms of corn products, and even Neil a few times. However, Corney would be a first!” he confessed. “Molly, eh? I have an older sister named Molly so there’s no way I can hate you now,” he said smiling. Looking down at the eye patch again his smile faded. “Well, I guess I’ve been a bit homesick, but mostly nothing makes happier than toys.” Cornelius laughed some more as Molly apologized for her nosy question. He laughed even more as she recalled the Charms prank. “Yes, that was me,” he said. “I’m glad you remembered!”

Molly smiled at Cornelius. He seemed to laugh a lot; she liked people who laughed. “Well I wouldn’t want to give you reason to hate me either way. Though I’m sorry if I brought up something sad. You like toys?” She said, honestly surprised. Most seventh years didn’t really bother with such things, particularly boys. They all had what Molly thought to be a ‘Tough Guy Guise’; they all tried to act more grown up and mature than they really were, so they quickly discarded anything childish or worse: feminine. She clapped her hands together, obviously over joyed at figuring out who he was. “Oh I knew it! Tell me, what did you do to land you that much detention?”

Before she could continue the conversation, a rather angry snowy owl dropped a package on her head. Molly swore aloud as the bird sqwacked a few times at her before flying away. She picked up the package from the floor and gave Cornelius an embarrassed smile. “Sorry, do you mind if i..?” She gestured to the parcel, “I don’t usually get mail so I’m very curious.”


@Molly 

cornelius-brown:

Calming from his laughing fit, Cornelius looked at the Gryffindor. “Sorry, that would be mine,” he said, a few chuckles still escaping his chest. He swung his legs around the bench and walked over to the girl. “My mum just sent me a bunch of my old toys,” he said, smiling down at her. He took the eye patch and and chuckled some more as he looked down at it. Realizing he hadn’t introduced himself and was being rude, he snapped his head up and smiled again. “I’m Cornelius, by the way. I don’t think we’ve met before.” Switching the eye patch into his other hand, he put out his hand to shake the Gryffindor’s.

Molly smiled at Cornelius and shook his out-stretched hand. “Hi Cornelius, I’m Molly Crabapple. Does anyone ever call you Corney, Cornelius? Then again, that’d be a rubbish nickname. Though it has a certain ring to it…” Molly lost her train of thought for a moment; she thought he seemed a bit familiar. “Why would you mom send you toys? Are you homesick?” She gasped and covered her mouth awkwardly “I’m sorry. You shouldn’t ask strangers questions like that,” She reprimanded herself out loud, “Well then again, I think I’ve seen you in some of my classes before.” She stared at the Hufflepuff for more than was strictly necessary. There was something about his face that reminded her of someone she had seen before…Maybe someone with the same mole? Maybe someone with an eyepatch? He seemed to be in her year, but where had she seen him? “Oh! You’re the boy who got detention for a week for pulling some prank in Charms, aren’t you?”