youthfulrot:

@avadanox ♥ starter call.

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      “Where you runnin’ off to?” 

   A flat palm presses to the door, swinging it to a shut. She approaches them with hunger swirling in her eyes. She closes the gap between them, purple lids fluttering shut. A sharp inhale is sounded as she takes in their delectable scent. “…I can hear your special blood flowin’,” she tells them with a saccharine purr. 

            “Can I have a taste?”

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if the raven haired girl can sense her different bloodline, there’s NO telling what else she can sense and that FRIGHTENS the youngest weasley. words caught in KNOTTED throat, and for once in her teen life ginny is STRUGGLING to form a sentence.

n-no…NO. more FIRMLY the second time, eyebrows furrow and she takes one step back with arms crossing.  you CANNOT have a taste. glare THUNDERS, patience is running OUT– ginny is having NONE of this. LISTEN here, you evil troll doll looking SNAKEi am LEAVING, and you are NOT going to stop me.

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stand forth

indie, private and highly selective multimuse of females from the wizarding world of harry potter, including canon's and oc's. penned by ginger

to a generation

What you don't tell no one, you can tell me Little ghost tall, tan like milk and honey You're very BRAVE and you're very free So swing it high, CHERRY BLOSSOM On your sycamore tree What you don't tell no one, you can tell me SWING it high like Jesus, baby Little ghost so fair like lemonade tea

of powerful witches

And I can't stop 'til the whole world knows my name 'Cause I was only born inside my dreams Until you DIE for me, as long as there's a LIGHT, my SHADOW'S over you 'Cause I, I am the opposite of amnesia And you're a CHERRY BLOSSOM You're about to bloom You look so pretty, but you're gone so SOON