OPEN}} just like houdini

[molly-willamina weasley]

I'M ONLY SAYING THAT I'M AMAZING
NOW THAT'S MY KIND OF MODESTY

"There is a common agreement in this world that says we can't all be good at absolutely everything. I suppose some would choose to disagree, but I also suppose that that's how you know they aren't perfect. Perfection may be a good goal to strive for but it is never achievable. No matter what you do there will always be something. Whatever that something is I have no idea, but there will always be something that you won't be able to accomplish because we are all that imperfect. Even perfection itself is imperfect sherely for it's lack of flaws. This irony could not in any way or another be said for a certain Molly-Willamina ...particularily on another certain Wednesday afternoon in another other certain empty charms classroom."

"In fact, Molly-Willamina had many flaws. And she knew it. Not because people freaquently pointed them out to her, which they did but that's not the point, but because she was a lot more well rounded than other people... specifically unspecific people in her faimily who always strived to be the best. But that was not the point. The point was that Molly-Willamina had made a point of being especaially flawed that Wednesday afternoon in the empty charms classroom by committing an accidental involuntary crime. If that wasn't imperfect enough for you then swallow this, she also accidentally involuntarily wasn't able to fix the crime she'd committed, when anyone else in the school probably could have. And I'm talking like, first years probably could have."

"The facts were these: Molly-Willamina had just finished talking with her charms teacher just after she'd finished her charms class which, as the teacher had pointed out to her, she was failing miserably. This displeased little Molly-Willamina to a certain extent , but not to the extent where she'd voluntarily break the charms teacher's most prized possession in revenge after said teacher left the room. No, instead it displeased Molly-Willamina to the extent that once her teacher left the room she would accidentally involuntarily break the teacher's most prized possession. I know what your thinking. Your thinking it's the perfect crime that Molly-Willamina was perfectly guilty of. But the real crime was being so imperfect at charms that she had not power to fix this teacher's most prized possession with a charm she'd learned five years ago."

"Re-FUCKING-paro! She could be heard yelling down the whole hall way. That's right folks. Probably one of the first spells you learn in charms class and this sixth year gal still couldn't accomplish this. Maybe it was because she had the word 'fucking' hidden in the middle of the spell... yeah that could be it, or maybe it was because she sucked at magic all together... hence why she was failing charms class, and why she'd been around to break this prized possession in the first place. And maybe the panic in the voice that should have had a spell controlling tone in it was one of the resons why the charm refused to respond."

"A thousand little glass pieces lay scattered on the floor in front of the gurl and the gurl sat on the floor in front of the scattered pieces. Her wand was gripped in her hand and was being waved frantically at the pieces in hopes that something, anything would happen. The occasional reparo! could be heard in long angry bursts from Molly-Willamina's mouth. But otherwise nothing was happening, much to the Gryffindor's dissapointment. There weren't many moments in the school year when she wasn't supposed to be serving detention and she didn't think her father could take much more. Not that she cared. Nor did she care that she was enduring so many punishments, but we all deserve a break, besides, what's the use of having a perfect detention attendence?"

"An unsatisfyed frown decorated Molly-Willamina's pale face, though you couldn't really read her anger because her wild hair was covering her oversized eyes. As usually the black mass of mess was sticking out in every which direction. Today's attire consisted of lime green tights just because Molly-Willamina wasn't quite loud enough and a vintage robe with a high collar and big brass buttons. The mess of colour of a gurl seemed just as shattered as the mess of glass in front of her. Must she be such a miserable failure at everything?"

[mackenziefinnigan]

T H E W H O L E W O R L D ' S S P I N N I N G I N C I R C L E S
BUT I JUST CAN'T SEEM TO GET OFF
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Mackenzie had grown bored with her assigned homework, as she normally did, but everyone else in the common room seemed to be chugging along just fine. Great for them, not so much for Mack. If only there was someone, anyone available to distract her and give her an excuse to put off doing her homework. But there wasn’t. The Ravenclaw knew that the piles of homework sitting on her desk weren’t going to vanish on their own. Well if someone decided to kindly use it as a target for their charms practice, vanish maybe, but it certainly wouldn’t get completed. Perhaps a change of scenery was needed. And with that thought, Mackenzie shoved her Charms book and the parchment on which she had been writing her essay in her bag and slightly skipped out of the common room.

As the portrait swung shut behind her, it shouted out a cliché phrase of wisdom. It sounded like something straight out of an academic planner. Her mother gave her one at the start of every term, but organization wasn’t Mackenzie’s best attribute. She, therefore, had five perfectly new planners in the bottom of her trunk, and a growing mental to-do list cluttering her mind. It didn’t really bother Mack, though. Mackenzie might have received her looks and brains from her mother and sport the same colors that her mother had when she was at Hogwarts, but the similarities essentially ended there.

Mack was carefree and light hearted. Very little bothered her, and it took a lot to get the girl stressed out. She always put her homework off until the very last moment and often forgot about rather important assignments until the night before it was due. But she didn’t care, for her homework was always done for class the day it was due, and her high marks falsely suggested that she had put an overwhelming number of hours into her work. Sure, she wasn’t top of her class, as her mother had hoped, but Mackenzie was happy. And that was all that mattered to her.

As always, Mackenzie let her feet do the leading. She never really thought about where she wanted to go, unless it was to Quidditch practice, the Great Hall, or her bed. More often than not, her feet led her to where she really needed to be, even if her mind hadn’t consciously realized it. This time, it led her to the Charms classroom. Mack would’ve thought the library a better choice, but now that she was here, she realized that the resources in the classroom were probably much more in sync with what she needed than those at the library. The average student might have realized that apart from class hours, classrooms were kind of off limits. Unless it was a classroom that wasn’t hosting a class that term. But the thought didn’t even cross Mackenzie’s mind. She had a rather innate disregard for rules. In her mind, if she wasn’t bothering anyone, it was all right.

Mackenzie pushed the door open, just as a girl screamed a slightly interrupted spell. The scream, which would normally have sent a person straight back out the door, either out of fear or annoyance, didn’t really faze the Ravenclaw. She simply shut the door behind her and curiously took in the sight before her. The perfect distraction. The girl had a rather distinguishable outfit on. Much more interesting than Mack’s normal school robes, which would blend in perfectly in any crowd. The braces on the girl’s legs also instantly gave away the girl’s identity. Some called her Crazy Molly. Mackenzie didn’t wish to call her that, but she couldn’t remember her whole name. It was some long name hyphenated name, or maybe she just attached her middle name to her first. Either way, Mackenzie knew that the girl didn’t like being called Molly. A girl on the Quidditch team claimed that Crazy Molly tried to hex her when she called her Molls on accident. Tried,but failed. Word on the street was the Gryffindor wasn’t so great at magic, surprisingly unlike her little sister.

But all that really was irrelevant. For now, the girl looked like she needed some help. Most people would realize that people like their space and don’t especially appreciate interrupted when they aren’t composed, but Mackenzie was once again oblivious to such well known, yet isolating habits of society. With her never failing smile, the Ravenclaw casually walked over to the girl and took a look at what was on the ground. The professor’s favorite gadget.

“Ooh. Picked a winner there. Need some help?” Mackenzie kindly said as she crouched down next to the Gryffindor. There was no sarcasm or degradation in her voice. She really just spoke whatever popped up in her head. Very rarely did the polite etiquette filters work on Mack’s mouth.

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