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Alex Jackson, 16 year old Horned Serpent Keeper. Quodpot.  Pureblood. Hewlett Bay Park, New York

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Noah Centineo

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Noah Centineo photographed by Jorden Keith (2018)

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Noah Centineo by Sarah Bahbah

[alexanderwoodlawn]

what the fuck

Have you met ALEXANDER JACKSON? HE  are 16, PUREBLOOD and currently are a 6TH YEAR student at Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I heard they're CONFIDENT and ATTENTIVE but can also be RECKLESS and OBSESSIVE. You can never know for sure, though. Don’t you think they look a lot like NOAH CENTINEO?

Student House: HORNED SERPENT Extracurriculars: Prefect, Quidditch Keeper, Quodpot Birthday: July 21 Location: Upstate New York

[alexanderwoodlawn]

The Show Must Go On | 6/23/2018 | Self Para | 3/3

tw; death, blood, violence, feels

y’all this is it. the para to end all paras. This is The End. Get. Ready.

tl;dr: !!!!!!!!!!!!! yeah basically that. lmao. anyways alex is fuckin dead and, uh, yeah.  he was found in MACUSA wrapped in his mother’s wedding dress. The man that killed him is on the run and no one knows where tf he is or who tf he is since, y’know, polyjuice potion n shit. I didn’t write out Alex’s death since I know that shit ain’t allowed (i double checked the rules dw) and this is p much just the aftermath and the very final thing I have to write for Alex. yay.

06.23.2018 || 9 AM || MACUSA

The day Alexander David Jackson was born, it snowed. It was one of those snowfalls that belonged on a post card, the snow resting perfectly smooth over every surface. It was the perfect day to be brought into the world. When his parents were leaving the hospital, the snow was untouched. Alex had always loved the snow. It was what greeted him the day he was born, and he’d always imagined dying in the snow.

However, having an imagination was a right reserved only to those that were alive. And on this beautiful summer morning, Alexander was not alive. His body was surrounded by the soft white chiffon from his mother’s dress, and was resting in the very center of the MACUSA lobby. How the man that killed Alex was able to bypass all the security protocols will always remain a mystery, but one thing was certain: he was gone. 

There was no note aside from the one carved into his chest. That with the dress combined made it blindingly clear that David Jackson was behind the death of the young man.

We are here in front of the Woolworth building waiting to get inside to interview Head Auror Yaxley. The body of Alexander Woodlawn, the new Keeper for the Fitchburg Finches, as well as the son of former MACUSA treasury secretary David Jackson, was found in the center atrium at approximately 9 AM this morning. All signs point to Former Secretary Jackson being behind the murder of his son, but no punishment can be served until there is a formal trial.

Jackson is currently serving thirty years in Alcatraz under close monitoring with no parole. He is serving for the years he spent stealing money from our government’s resources, as well as for the murder of his wife, Lyanna Jackson. He was turned in by his own son, the late Alexander. Throughout the trials, Woodlawn testified against his father. Without Alex’s constant fight, David Jackson would still be free. I’m guessing that’s what motivated the murder. 

Eyewitness reports state that Woodlawn was found wrapped in a blood-stained wedding dress. Aside from that and a pair of soiled boxers, the young man was completely nude. Some witness state that there was something carved on his chest, however I cannot confirm as there has not been consistency with this report. That’s all the information we have for now. We’ll be back on as soon as we know more.

It’s said that before one dies, their entire life flashes before their eyes. These moments could seem to last for an entire lifetime, or even just a moment. For Alexander, it was right in the middle. 

Alex was taking his first steps, his mother clapping from across the carpet. He stumbled into her arms, the sound of her laughter bringing him to the first time he rode a broom. He was terrified of falling, but his dad was right there. For a moment, he felt safe. “Don’t worry, son, it will be fine.” Father said as he took a step back. Alex flew to his mother, proud of himself for finally doing it. 

Their cheers lead him to the day he got his Ilvermorny letter. It was a day for celebration, and his mother made sure he knew it. She got him a cake from the bakery up the way, and brought out Father’s old school robes. As he pulled the oversized robes over his head, he was suddenly in the atrium at Ilvermorny. 

“I’m gonna marry her one day.” An eleven year old Oliver nudged his arm and pointed to a young Blaise. For just a moment, he saw them now: happy, laughing, and finally together. He saw their wedding day, the birth of their first child... And then he was back at the school and he was being sorted. All the statues came to life except for the Pukwudgie, and Alex continued the Jackson Legacy of being in the Horned Serpent house. 

It was the next year and he was playing Quidditch on the first time for the team. He was a clumsy beater, but he was good enough to fill in if needed. Another year gone by and Alex was filling in for the Keeper-- all the other stand-ins had been put into play, the game was particularly violent, and the third year dominated. Fourth year, he was made Keeper. He became friends with Lo. He found Luke. He formally introduced himself to Katie. Fourth year was great. 

And then he was at his grandparents’ funeral, one right after the other, and he was holding his mother’s hand as she cried on his shoulder. Alex felt lost, because he had never seen his mother cry like this. Not out of sorrow. 

Fifth year was dark and full of gloom, but he managed to keep a smile on his face and a joke up his sleeve. Sixth year he finally kissed Katherine Davenport, and he was growing into his oversized ego. 

We’re back after finally catching Head Auror Yaxley. Unfortunately, we were unable to get much information from her regarding the Woodlawn case. She claims to have the best staff working on the murder, and they’ve already sent forces out to catch the suspect. Records show someone visiting David Jackson in prison a week before Alexander went missing. 

If you notice any suspicious behavior, please call the DMLE hotline and report it. We do have confirmation on a few details we were missing before. The words “Daddy sends love” were carved into the chest of the victim. We also learned that Alexander had been missing for about a week before being found. This lines up with a call placed five days ago from Woodlawn’s friend and roommate saying that he hadn’t come home. 

Unfortunately, we don’t have any more information on the case. We will update our website as we discover more. Thank you for tuning in, and please, send prayers to those close to Alexander Woodlawn.

But then everything came to a stop when he was back in the ballroom, and this time he could really truly see it happening. Alex watched as his mother died all over again, his mind not even putting it in fast forward. Thankfully, it was over soon. However, the nightmare was not. He was yelling at Kate in the Shrunken Head. He was alone, and tensions were running high. He was pushing through the fear. Alex used every muscle in his dying body to try and change what happened, but he still hit that bludger and he still hurt Oliver. He watched as his friend fell from his broom and onto the ring, the loud CRUNCH still as clear as the day it happened. 

Soon, though, Alex was in the hospital, bedazzling Oliver’s crutches for the gala. Stark was there to help, pushing gems off the table as the two students tried to work. He was dancing with his friends at the gala, having a great time. It was New Years Eve and he kissed Savannah for the first time. He thought back to all the other memories he had on that bench. That was the place he always spent his New Year’s, and he was glad to have shared it with her. 

Valentine’s Day, breaking up with Savannah, graduation, that night with Katie... And then he was winning his first professional Quidditch game...it all happened so fast, and no matter how bad he wanted to slow down for the good parts, he couldn’t. 

Alex saw what could have been in that moment. Quidditch star, dating Katie, Stark lives for another twenty years...A few kids and a riding lawn mower. A mini-van for safety. Alex would stay home during the off seasons from Quidditch. Lo and Oli and Luke come over for Thanksgiving and Christmas and Easter; they bring their families. Alex outlives Katie by a few years as their grandchildren graduate from Ilvermorny before he finally joins her on the other side. Their legacy lives on, and their family is happy.

As the life drained from Alexander Woodlawn, he saw one more thing. She stood right in front of him, her eyes as warm as a summer day and her arms open. She looked healthy and alive and real, and she only became more real as he died. Alex stood, looking at the lifeless shell that was his body before stepping into his mother’s arms, finally free. 

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[alexanderwoodlawn]

Stay Alive | 06/22/2018 | Self Para

tw; i don’t fucking know, dying, death, dying, murder, kidnapping

Alex couldn’t hold his head up any longer, the hair on top pulling him down like lead. It felt like he’d been sitting in front of that mirror for years, the image of the skeleton haunting his mind even when he closed his eyes. He didn’t even have the energy to think much, focusing solely on breathing and keeping his heart beating. Somewhere deep within him, Alexander still clung onto the concept of hope. However, in his current state, he couldn’t even think about what that could possibly feel like.

The door to the ballroom slammed open with a loud bang, something that he’d grown used to. Solely out of instinct, Alex looked up with empty eyes. It was hard to tell against the bright light of the hall, but his captor looked more...feminine. He blinked, trying to keep his focus on the person as they ran towards him. 

“Alexander, oh thank god you’re alive.” Alex’s eyes widened when he saw that the woman approaching him was Auror Carter Yaxley. His heart started to pound harder in his chest, his hands and legs starting to fight feebly against his restraints. He was being saved. He would be fine.

Had Alex been fed and hydrated and not festering with infection, he might have found it weird that Carter hugged him. However, in his state, he was just glad to be touched and not feel pain. He tried to croak out a reply to her, but his throat was too dry and raw from screaming. Alex sat there uselessly as the auror untied his restraints, listening as she kept saying he would be fine. 

He had to believe her, because she was there saving him after days of being tortured. Carter put a bottle into his now free hands. “Drink, Alex. You need water.” She put a hand on his forehead, wiping away some of the dried blood before pulling the restraints from his legs. Alex shakily put the canteen to his lips, taking a sip. It was refreshing, instantly cooling his burning throat. He could finally think properly.

“Thank you.” Alex croaked after taking another drink from the canteen. He clumsily put the cap back on, not wanting to drink too much too soon. “Thank you.” He repeated a little louder, not caring that his eyes were burning with tears that had already fallen down his cheeks. 

With Carter’s help, Alex finally stood up. Freedom was at his fingertips, and he couldn’t help but try to get out of there as soon as possible. “We’re almost there, Alex.” Carter said while helping Alex towards the exit. She opened the canteen for him again, holding it out so he could take a drink, which he did.

They were out of the ballroom in good time despite every muscle in Alex’s body screaming to curl into a ball and try and fix itself. Now they just had to make it down the central corridor and through the lobby to the sitting room where they would presumably travel to MACUSA by floo. It was clear that Carter wasn’t going to apparate, and the fireplace in the ball room wasn’t connected to the main network. They never made it to the lobby, the all-too-familiar face of his captor staring at the escaped Alex and the head auror with shock. 

“It took your department four whole days before even thinking to check the kid’s old house?” The wizard sneered as he pulled out his wand, pointing it at Carter. She, however, had already drawn hers.

“It took his little friends four whole days to report him missing. It only took us one hour to figure out where he was.” Carter replied, handing Alex the open canteen. Fear engulfed him, and while he knew the auror was badass, he still feared she would lose. He downed the rest of the liquid, knowing that if he got captured again he would need the hydration.

Alex watched with wide eyes as Carter sent a spell flying towards his captor, the flame of hope that burned within slowly dying as it was deflected. They dueld for a minute before a flash of green light that Alex had only ever heard of in textbooks was sent the auror’s way. He fell to his knees in despair as Carter fell to the floor, dead. He simply let himself be dragged back to the ball room, his eyes never leaving Carter’s corpse as he followed limply. 

It was only as he watched “Carter”’s limp body transform into that of a man and stand up that he realized that Carter was never even there. That would explain the shooting pains in his abdomen, the likely answer being that he wasn’t drinking water like he thought he was. 

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[alexanderwoodlawn]

Sing About Me | 6/21/2018 | Self Para | 2/3

tw; kidnapping, blood, violence, the usual stuff y’all. it’s the sequel to the last one which you can find here. before it even starts there is a tl;dr which says what went down and ima do the same thing for this one. 

tl;dr: alex wakes up after a couple days of this shit n knows he’s gonna fuckin die. he thinks about all the people he’s about to leave behind and has some hallucinations due to dehydration. basically the point of this one is to fuck y’all up. oh, and before the friend shit he thinks about his family tree. also mr. kidnapper comes in and hurts him, leaves a note on alex’s chest that makes sure everyone knows David Jackson was behind this.

06.21.2018 || 7:28 AM || Jackson Mansion

Alex woke up to the sun shining. He looked up at the stained glass legacy on the dome. The figures represented every single Jackson man that descended from Josiah Jackson, and at the very end was the newest addition. Alex looked at his own stained glass self, finding some sort of solace in it. 

He remembered the day it was added to the family tree like it was yesterday. It was one of the few memories Alex had of his father that was good. It was tradition for a father to add his son to the dome on his eleventh birthday. It was a way to mark the transition from boy to man, from son to heir, for the Jackson family. On the day that Alex was finally added to the piece, it was snowing. Everything was done with magic, but Alex still remembered the anxiety that something would go wrong and the ballroom would be snowed in. It was impossible, but for a young mind it seemed likely.

“Don’t worry, son, it will be fine.” The words from his father still ran through Alex’s head in hard times. Alex remembered them as he sat frozen in pain, the open wounds that covered his body already welcoming infection. He hadn’t had anything to eat or drink in days, and hadn’t been able to move to use the bathroom. He knew he reeked, but that was the least of his concerns. He was going to die. Alex knew this now. No help was coming, and no help would ever come. He’d ruined everything with everyone.

Maybe if he hadn’t betrayed Father, he would be at practice. If he hadn’t tried to save his mother, she would still be alive. Alex knew all the bad that happened to him was his fault. He knew that if he would’ve just been a man, like he said he would be the day he was added to the family tree, he wouldn’t have caused anyone to die. He wouldn’t have broken Katie’s heart, or fucked with Savannah’s. Maybe if he was more like Father, he would’ve gotten along with Micah. He wouldn’t have played Quidditch, and Oliver wouldn’t have had his future ripped from his hands. He wouldn’t have gotten a cat. He would have had a good life with good friends. 

But now all Alex could focus on were the people he was about to leave behind. Luke was one of his best friends, and Alex hadn’t even spoken to him since the match. Even then, it was just a few minutes and then Alex was whisked away by his teammates to celebrate their first win. That was two days before Alex had gone missing. Hopefully he would be fine. Luke was strong. Alex had to believe he would move forward. Maybe he’d finally get together with Phoenix. That would be a miracle. The thought brought Alex some relief from his surroundings, and he wasn’t able to hold back the ghost of his old smile. 

Oliver would have to be fine; he had already caused his friend enough pain. He just had to hope that his best friend would be fine and able to watch Stark. If he could do one thing before he had to go, it would be to talk to him one more time, to tell him thank you and that he loved him. Of course, he knew he couldn’t. It wouldn’t help him at all to linger on the what ifs.

And Lo...she had to be fine. Alex could barely bring himself to think about how she would react, but he knew she would be fine. Even if Alex and him never got along, Micah would be there for her. Lo had someone to make sure she was okay. She would be fine. She had to be fine, or else Alex would have to come back from the grave to make her fine. Wizards could do that, right? They could haunt people? Maybe this wouldn’t be the end of him. 

It hurt too much to think about his friends. He tried to get them out of his head, but the assholes wouldn’t budge. Maybe it was the dehydration, or maybe it was the desperation for some sort of company but just in the corner of his eye, he saw her. If he focused just hard enough, he could make out some of her features. The curve of her lips, the way her hair fell down her shoulders like it was so easy. She was a breath of fresh air. She just smiled at him the way she did the night they first kissed, back when things were easier. Alex still couldn’t move, but in that moment it did not matter. She was with him. He was good enough for her in that moment, and everything was okay.

“Don’t worry, son, it will be fine.” The words resonated through Alex’s head again, a wave of calm washing over the boy. He closed his eyes for a moment, pretending the air he was breathing in was clean. When he opened them again, she was gone. Alexander was alone again. He exhaled slowly, surrendering to the silent room. 

06.21.2018 || 11:42 AM || Jackson Mansion

Alex woke up to the man who held him there ripping off his shirt. The cold air caused the hair on his now bare chest to rise. The man made some comment before pulling out his wand. A spell was said, and Alex could feel nothing but the excruciating pain as his skin was cut into. Something was being written, and it seemed to take years for the light to fade away and for his captor to be finished. The pain, however, did not stop. Alex gasped for air as he strained against his bonds, wanting nothing more than to curl into a ball and protect himself. 

Hot tears crept down Alex’s cheeks, burning as they fell onto his raw chest. He didn’t want to open his eyes. However, his captor demanded he did. This was the first time Alex had seen himself in days. He looked in desperate need of a shower and a shaving. He could barely recognize the man sitting in front of him with blood dripping from the lines that spanned across his chest. 

D A D D Y  S E N D S  L O V E 

And then Alex passed out. Whether it was from the pain or fear or blood loss, he was out. 

6.21.2018 || 5:38 PM || Jackson Mansion

There was no more energy to be in pain. All that was felt was a dull ache on his chest. He’d had several more hallucinations since his marking, mainly just Stark playing with herself in the mirror that now replaced Lyanna Woodlawn’s wedding dress. He saw Oli, too. If he looked up at the right time, he could see his friend flying around on a bedazzled broom doing flips and tricks. It took too much to convince himself it wasn’t real.

The reflection in the mirror couldn’t be Alex. He was a mess, and there was a woman taking care of him. Her brown hair covered her face, but she was cleaning the wounds of the man in the mirror. As she worked, the man started looking more and more like Alex. The light came back into his eyes, and the dried blood was washed away. The woman kissed him once before looking at the mirror.

“There, all better.” Katie smiled, though her eyes remained devoid of emotion. The Alex in the mirror looked fine, and he reached up to take her hand. He got up and walked out of sight with Kate. Alex tried to see where they went, but was left alone once again. 

The door behind him opened, and Alex knew it was time once again. 

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[alexanderwoodlawn]

katedavenport:

“If she can’t understand that you don’t want to talk about it, especially now, that’s on her. It hasn’t even been a year yet. Hell, you abandoned everything to go to an island without anyone when it happened. If you were ready to talk about it, well I’d be concerned. Maybe one day you will be ready, to someone you trust, but it’s obvious you’re not now.” She took a hold of his hand. “One day it’ll be easier, maybe she’ll understand that one day.”

“And I don’t really want to talk about her. Or what happened. I just want things to go back to how they used to be.” Alex sighed, running a hand down his face before letting it fall between them. He looked at their hands, thinking of how things were before he fucked it all up. “You get it. Oli gets it. Luke gets it. I mean everyone else I care about understands.” Alex traced circles with his thumb onto Katie’s hand, enjoying how easy things seemed with her. 

They talked for a bit longer, but eventually talking turned into kissing, and kissing turned to sex. That one time turned into them getting back together, the next couple weeks between the end of the school year and Alison’s party going smoothly. The last time Alex saw Katherine was at that party as he said goodbye, kissing her hard and drunkenly before leaving.

[alexanderwoodlawn]

clarygooding:

“You better,” she replied. “Don’t need that boy dying on us.” She took a step in. “Me? Punch you? Never.” She smirked jokingly. “I hope you don’t mind a cheaper scotch. I’m not exactly the wealthiest person.”

“Save your alcohol, Clary. I’ve got plenty to go around.” Alex rolled his eyes as he let Clary all the way into his home. They spent the rest of the day drinking, the conversation light enough. They spent a lot of time talking about Quidditch, both skirting any side conversations that mentioned Oli and his ruined career. They were both thinking the same thing: it wasn’t fair, and Oli shouldn’t have had to give up his dreams. It didn’t need to be said. 

[alexanderwoodlawn]

Don’t Fear | 06/18/2018 | Self Para | Part 1/3

tw; kidnapping, violence, blood, torture, abuse, i mean a lot of fucked up shit, y’all. buckle up kids we’re going on an adventure 

tl;dr: alex left Alison’s bday party totally wasted but instead of just like. going home. he went to this lil statue him n his mom made which ended up getting his bitch ass kidnapped. he ends up back in the ballroom at Jackson Mansion where some guy from his dad is like “lol ur dad sent me to kill you but didn’t say how so YOLO” and basically alex is fucked lmaoo

6.18.18 || 1:13 AM || Woodlawn Castle

Alex was wasted. Yeah, he knew how to hold his liquor, but Alison’s birthday left him totally trashed. Well, not totally. Just enough for him to want to feel something for once. He apparated back home, making sure to stay a good distance back so as to not wake Oliver or Kate. Alex knew exactly where he was going, and the walk wasn’t too desperately far. So off he went, using his wand to illuminate the overgrown path to try and minimize his stumbling. 

It wasn’t long before he was on the beach and could feel the sharp breeze on his face. Even in mid-June, the air still had a chill to it. His feet carried him around a bend, and finally he was there. The stone sculpture was in surprisingly good shape after all the years, and had only been weathered on the highest points. Alex sat down on the hard rocks, wishing briefly that the Maine beach had sand. For a few moments, he just gazed at the statue.

He could still make out the vague shape of the mother cradling her child. The cross that rose up behind the figures had been eaten away by time’s cruel maw. Once colored vibrantly, only the soft baby blues managed to cling to the cracks under the baby Jesus. 

Alex thought back to when him and his own mother had made the statue. Lyanna Woodlawn was talented when it came to art, and she could turn a block of concrete into a sculpture of a lion with a wave of her wand. She did the same for the Madonna and Child one Sunday after church, and she let Alex paint it. He was only seven, and had very little grace when it came to art. He still didn’t; one could give the man a canvas and a bottle of paint and he’d somehow manage to set it on fire. Despite his horrible paint job, Lyanna still proudly placed the statue on the beach for all to see. She said it would protect her parents’ home from all ill will. The promise seemed to carry through the years, because both of the Woodlawn grandparents lived until they were old and happy. 

Al inhaled, the salt in the air stinging his lungs. He was ready to go home now. He reached a hand out to brush a small crab off of the Jesus statue’s forehead when suddenly, the light of the moon was blocked out. On a clear night like this, it made no sense. Alex turned around, but was unable to see anything through the flash of light and--

6.18.18 || 4:17 AM || Jackson Mansion

The first thing Alexander noticed was the smell. The air reeked of spilled alcohol and gasoline, and underneath it all he could detect the very faint odor of floo powder. The pounding in his head would not lessen as he finally came back to reality. The lights were dim, and the only thing he could see was a fire across the room. He stared at it until the world came back into focus, noticing the familiar facade. The white marble had a golden glow from the fire that burned underneath. 

As the fog cleared from his brain, Alex was able to take in more of his surroundings. There was something eerily familiar about the fireplace and the portrait behind it. He knew that portrait-- it was of him and his parents, but the faces had all been changed. His mother’s figure was covered in blood, and there was a large tear in the canvas where her heart should have been. Her eyes had been blacked out and her mouth painted into some twisted smile. David Jackson wore a crown and his skin was made of gold. The young Alex that lived on the wall was ripped to shreds. The blood from his mother’s outline had fallen onto him, and the green eyes that had been made twice as big as they should have been cried a black liquid. He tore his eyes from the portrait, nausea taking over him at the sight. It was all too realistic, and only reminded him of the pain. 

He looked up as he tried to catch his breath, and he immediately knew where he was. The ceiling was painted with the horned serpent in the Jackson family colors, and they all lead to the central dome. The stained glass painted the story of how their family came to the New Land and helped found the American Wizarding society. Josiah Jackson was in the innermost panel, his smug expression catching the moonlight and reflecting silver light across the ballroom. The same ballroom where he watched his mother die. 

Alex tried to move but his hands were bound. Not by magic, but by rope. One look at the floor confirmed his suspicions-- the marble about five feet in front of him was still stained with his mother’s blood. Hanging on a rack about a foot behind it was her wedding dress, the blood that stained it now a dark, muddy brown. He struggled against his restraints, trying to figure out a way to escape. He didn’t know any spells that would free him, and even if he did he didn’t have his wand. 

The sound of glass shattering told Alex that he wasn’t alone. The boy tried to turn in his chair, but could only go so far. He could just make out the outline of a man standing on the edge of the room. Al tried to say something, perhaps he was going to ask for help, or demand freedom, but soon found out that he could not speak. He was without a voice and without a wand, and he couldn’t even move. Alex was fucked. Only now did he realize how truly afraid he needed to be.

The figure moved towards Alex, and before he could fully understand what was happening, there were two hands around his neck. “Your daddy sent me here to kill ya. He didn’t say how, but he just wants ye dead. Let’s have some fun, Al.” 

There was a moment of relief when the man pulled away, but it was cut short with a spell. The details were hard to make out, but by the time Alex stopped screaming, he was covered in his own blood. The man had put a stunning spell on him before leaving, so he couldn’t move a single muscle. The only thing Alex could do was cry himself to sleep.

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[alexanderwoodlawn]

micah-grant:

“Yeah, I guess.” An awkward silence passed before, Micah said, “So I heard your dad was arrested.”

“Yeah, uh, finally. I thought for a moment he’d get away with it.” Alex cleared his throat, looking away before speaking again. “Thanks for encouraging me to confront him, by the way. And I’m sorry for being a dick.” 

Alex and Micah spoke for a few more minutes, the conversation tense and awkward. At the end, however, they were on better terms. Alex even smiled once. 

[alexanderwoodlawn]

oliverblishwick:

“Alright, so I’m definitely headed to the cellar.” Oliver announced, saluting to his friend before taking off in what he hoped was the right direction. He wasn’t great with directions anywhere, and he only somewhat remembered his way around. “That’s something the Woodlawns and I have in common.” He called back, laughing.

“Good luck. Bring back the fancy bubbly stuff.” Alex called after Oliver, watching him go back into the house before sitting in the chair. He watched the ocean as he waited for Oli to come back, hoping his friend would find the fireworks. A few minutes later, Oliver returned with a box of fireworks with a few bottles of champagne sticking at the top. 

The rest of their evening was full of laughter and drinking, the two blowing off fireworks once the sun set. It was the christening their life as free men, and it was good. The next couple weeks were on similar tracks, the two remaining close. Between Quidditch practices, he spent time with either Oliver or Katie. Life outside of Ilvermorny was relaxed, and it was the happiest he’d been in almost a year.

[alexanderwoodlawn]

oliverblishwick:

“Definitely stick with that story and do not tell people I did it - they’ll think it was on purpose.” Oliver glared half heartedly at him, before rolling his eyes and taking off down the street. “Come on, Gimpy. We’ve got places to be and shit to fuck up.”

“I mean hey, a toe for a back. Totally evens out.” Alex rolled his eyes, letting his foot fall back onto the ground. He was hyper-aware of the missing toe as they walked, now unable to think about anything else. “Let’s fuck some shit up.” Alex said enthusiastically.

After they got what they needed, Oli going inside to buy the alcohol and Alex waiting outside, they found a good spot. It was nice to hang out with just Oli one on one, finally able to talk. None of what they talked about was very deep, but the two were able to get to know each other a little better. At the end of the bottle, it was decided that Oliver would live with Alex in the Woodlawn Castle in Maine. They took another hour or two to sober up, apparating back to Ilvermorny as the sun set. 

[savmmhewitt]

Don’t Speak | Sav & Alex

[alexanderwoodlawn]

savxhewitt:

“My need to-” Savannah trailed off, shaking her head. “I don’t feel like I need to fix you, Alexander. That’s on you- that’s your job. Not mine, and I’m sorry you think that I’m the kind of girl who goes around seeking out broken people. What I need is someone who feels like they can lean on me while they’re trying to figure shit out, and that I can lean on, too. Right now, that isn’t you. I wish it could be, and I can wish all I want, but that’s not gonna change anything.”

She wasn’t ready for what he said next. Her expression softened and she almost reached out to him. Sure, people whispered about things, but no one approached her asking questions, so unless she sought out whatever he was talking about when he said it was ‘out in the open’, she had no way of knowing any of that. Now, of course, his behavior made at least a little more sense than it did a minute ago when she was entirely in the dark. “I had no idea, it- what do you mean it’s ‘already out in the open’?” How did she miss something like that? Then again, it was probably pretty easy for her to; she tended not to keep up with the news or even The Alchemist. That would have to change.

Alex didn’t even bother to respond. The story of the Jackson Family Scandal had been on the front page for weeks. He didn’t want to talk about it, he didn’t want to think about it. And he was already done dealing with this. “So we’re broken up.” He sighed, giving up at this point. It wasn’t like Alex wanted things to end with Sav, he just didn’t want to fight. He was done fighting.

“I just...I’m sorry it had to end like this.” Alex took a step back towards the door. “I guess I’ll see you around.” He didn’t want to wait for her to respond, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to walk away if she did. 

[alexanderwoodlawn]

oliverblishwick:

Oliver frowned as he glanced down. “Wha - how-” He sputtered, heart jumping into his throat as he counted the toes on Alex’s foot. He glanced up at him in a panic, looking between his friend’s face and his foot. “Wait…” He said slowly, as realization dawned on him. “You ass, if I did that, it wouldn’t already be healed.”

Alex held onto his ankle with one hand, poking his shoe where the toe should’ve been. “I can’t believe you left my toe at the school.” Alex shook his head, staring at the empty space. He often forgot he was missing a toe. Sadly, Oli caught him in his lie. “Damn, you got me. A dog bit it off when I was, like, three. Much cooler story than an apparation splinch.”