call me out meme;

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【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】
a roleplay meme to inspire muses.

♛ refer to the list above for active muses; while i'm less active with others, i'm willing to play anyone listed here. ♛ post "calling" one of them out — you can do so by putting their name in the subject line! ♛ can be informal/formal/comment spam/crosscanon/whatever tickles your fancy! ♛ feel free to make up a scenario at the start, or wait to see where things go. ♛ some of my favorite memes: Soulmate Fuckup, Random Scenario, Highschool AU (romantic or otherwise), TFLN, The floor is lava, Stuck in the Rain, Minor Injury, Sweet Dreams, Pillow Fort, Not Just a Robot, Pokemon AU, Hogwarts AU (just about any canon au). meme code.

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jfc

[extrapretty]

[ She's three when the name appears on her list. Theodore Lupin, only the Lupins all died in the war. Victoire's Uncle Charlie had been great friends with Nymphadora, and while none of her family (save Ron, maybe) had really known Remus all that well, he'd been friendly with the Weasleys. They'd had a son, Teddy, and Uncle Harry (the chosen one, the one she'd never met) had been his godfather, but that boy had probably died a long time ago. Theodore Black, after all, had the traditional Black looks; even if anyone had suspected, it was impossible to connect him to Remus, to Nymphadora.

So when her parents read the name on her wrist - and Vic can't read well at three - her mother cries and her father holds her mother and her family never brings up the name on Victoire's wrist ever again. Not until she asks about it, but - well, sometimes that's what happens. Especially after the war, during the war. Sometimes the person whose name was scrawled on your skin was just dead and gone, lost to a war that still felt like it was ongoing.

She wears charm bracelets on her right wrist, stacked and loud and jangly and colorful. Her parents buy them for her, sometimes, and she makes some of the others. Victoire rarely thinks about Theodore Lupin, although sometimes she wonders, when she catches sight of her wrist, just how he died.

Victoire focuses on her family. They're not in the best of standings - except Uncle Percy and Aunt Audrey, and little Lucy and Molly; they'd been pardoned, but Uncle Percy sent the twins to Beauxbatons. Fleur had considered it, for her three, but they had less money and less - well, it was harder to leave the country, if you weren't pardoned. Fred and Roxanne and Lucy and Molly and their parents; Dominique and Louis. The remnants of a once-larger family, with the holes gaping and hard to touch.

She focuses on her friends, occasionally bothers to do her schoolwork (they learn so much less than they should, and Lucy and Molly teach them sometimes, on the sly) and tries to keep her head down for the sake of her family - mostly. Sometimes it's hard being a Weasley (synonymous with traitor, for the upper classes) and a half-breed Veela and a girl named for victory when they'd lost the war.

Sometimes she just can't help herself. And now, scowling at her food, Victoire transfers her scowl to the boy who sat down at the table. He's maybe two years older than her. ]

None of your business, gangly. You know you're going to get detention for talking to me, right?

[extracolours]

[ Voice of an angel, clearly. A sassy, scowling angel. But that sass and that scowl just makes him grin wider. ]

Just trying to have a friendly chat. Detention doesn't worry me any.

[ If he gets caught, he'll need to slip away before they manage to realize who he actually is. And if he doesn't, he doubts he'll end up with just detention, if his great aunt gets word of it. ]

You looked terribly lonesome, off in this corner, after all.

[extrapretty]

[ The charm bracelets jangle harder as Victoire stabs harder. Truly, she is a vision of loveliness and grace. And apparently she doesn't plan on actually eating her food........ ]

Yeah, well, I don't want extra detention, so how about you toddle of before I hex you for it? [ A pause, and then she frowns. ] Wait, fuck, I can't do that without getting extra detention anyway. So, uh, just shoo, I guess?

[extracolours]

[ Just an absolute vision. And Teddy can't imagine anyone eating this food, but then again he is used to better fare. His plate is just for show, to avoid sticking out. ]

Well, if anyone gives you grief for it, you can tell them I forced my presence on you and despite your best efforts, I refused to leave. Because I'm such a cad like that.

[ A cad making very stupid, very teenage decisions just about now. He doesn't look like he's about to shoo anytime soon. ]

Seriously though, what did you do to earn yourself a seat at the lonely table in the quiet corner?

[extrapretty]

They're not going to believe that, wanker. I'm a Weasley, anything that happens is going to be my fault entirely.

[ The only thing worse than a Weasley is a Potter, and they don't exist any longer.

She supposes a Longbottom wouldn't do too hot. ]

Was I unclear about the "wow I don't want more detention this week" part?

[extracolours]

What, they judge you based on your last name? That doesn't seem fair.

[ Which... Teddy really should have expected, but for some reason it's surprising. He sort of figured once you were at the bottom, there was a lack of judgement. ]

All right, maybe we can talk some other time. Maybe meet up sometime?

[extrapretty]

[ She is this close to throwing her plate of food at his head. ]

I - FINE, if it'll get you to shove off. [ One of the Professors is definitely looking this way crap crap crap ]

[extracolours]

[ Would anyone blame her... ]

Awesome! [ Getting up now, glancing at the Professor. ] Say, after classes tomorrow? By the funny looking tree near the west fence?

[ Backing innocently away from the table. ]

[extrapretty]

[ No one would blame her at all ever, except that approaching Professor... ]

Fine! Fine! Just GO AWAY! [ of course she plans to hex him when she sees him.

what a romantic first meeting this has been. ]

[extracolours]

[ An absolutely beautiful first meeting, the audience is aww'ing aloud.

The next day, Teddy manages to sneak back over to the other school after classes. Will Victoire show up. ]

[extrapretty]

[ Yes!

With a jelly-legs jinx followed by an itching hex. ]

[extracolours]

[ Pardon him while he falls to the ground, scratching himself. ]

Ok, ok, I might have deserved this!

[ Maybe a little. While still on the ground: ] So, how was your day?