ooc: I’m so sorry I haven’t been here. It’s been a mixture of field trip, an upcoming play, and an upper respiratory infection. Hopefully, I can get on more soon, and again, I’m really sorry.

Strife O’Dell and Albus Potter in Dublin || Taken by Dorean O’Dell

Albus: “Come on Gnome, aren’t you excited that I’m staying with your family for a week?”

Strife: “Oh yes, my excitement is bubbling over.”

Alright, you sorry lot.

Here’s the party.

albus—freakinpotter:

Whatever you say, gnome. I’m not the one waving to people’s knees as I walk by.

What? You got your subscription to Home and Gardens? I joke! I joke! No, what is it?

No, you’d be the one waving to the clouds.

I’m officially UN-engaged!

albus—freakinpotter:

trouble-and-strife:

Oh, please. I’ve been here Gigantor; you’ve just been ignoring me.

And what possible reason would I have to ignore you, hm? Maybe it’s just that you’re so freakin’ short that I never see you.

I am not that short, but you are abnormally tall, freak.
Why I have no idea! Have you not heard the good news?

albus—freakinpotter:

trouble-and-strife:

Come out of hiding, have you Potter?

Been out of hiding, Gnome. You just haven’t been around to notice.

Oh, please. I’ve been here Gigantor; you’ve just been ignoring me.

Come out of hiding, have you Potter?

(Source: albus--freakinpotter)

Oh, do I really need to read all of this rubbish?

ofanattractive-way:

So now that we are not engaged, you finally acknowledge it? Teasing, dear. I’ll be sure to keep that in mind, Strife, and now run off to tell your parents how a despicable possible husband I will be, so we get this truly done with. 

Oh shut up! Darling, if I could apparate from the castle, I would already be gone. I suppose I’ll just have to settle for a a letter. A shame, for I would die to see the expression on Daddy’s face.

But I really do mean that Gabe. Feel free to call on me whenever you need it.

Oh, do I really need to read all of this rubbish?

ofanattractive-way:

You have my word. 

Strife, I am no longer rich, at least not that extend, and a shame to my family’s name, according to dear mother. Thus, I can assume your parents will hardly find me a suitable husband for you, dear. Unless I’m terribly wrong, which honestly, rarely happens, you’d be right. We are no longer engaged. 

Ian Gabriel Rosier, I could kiss you, you wonderful human being! If you ever need anything from me, anything at all, feel free to ask for it.