we all have the same ending !

the EVIL , it spread like a f e v e r ahead . it was the night when you DIED , my firefly . What could I have said to raise you from the DEAD ?

[apparitixns]

& . 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐗𝐍𝐒 : a private roleplay account that details the happenings and musings of characters that are forced into the universe of wingardiumfm created and tortured by kate .

lily evans: ✷ intro ✷ musings ✷ mirror ✷ threads ✷ asks dolores umbridge: ✷ intro ✷ musings ✷ mirror ✷ threads ✷ asks stevie leibman: ✷ intro ✷ musings ✷ mirror ✷ threads ✷ asks

[amcrtentias]

“I’m offended that you’re so surprised!” James says with an indignant little laugh, putting their newly empty hand in their pocket for something to do, “Did you think my excellent taste in clothes wouldn’t extend past the latest in fashionable dress-robes?” Though, admittedly, they had sought Remus’s approval on the slim leather jacket they’re currently wearing, as it feels insanely impractical after a lifetime of wearing a cloak in cold weather - not that they intend to complain to Lily about their chilly bum, of course.

In spite of what Lily says, James doesn’t bother to adjust their expectations, looking around at the unfamiliar surroundings with no small amount of interest. For their part, they’ve seen surprisingly little of Muggle Britain, the lion’s share of their experiences having taken place in London, where they live, or in the remotest of country pubs that they duck into for lunch when they’re out on a lengthy broom ride. “Ah, come on, this is like going to Diagon Alley for the first time, for me,” they comment cheerfully as they point in the direction of the town they’re steadily approaching, “I mean, look at all the houses - all exactly the same as each other, like they’re made out of gingerbread! Mad.” And completely different from Godric’s Hollow, where the architecture of each cottage is unique and, at times, bizarre. “Where even are we, anyway?”

“Oh, I’ve been skating before - not for ages though,” they say, hoping to Godric they haven’t grown too rusty in the years since they last went, “When I was little, my dad and some of the other parents used to club together and freeze our local pond so we could play on it. Mum used to come too, if she was feeling up to it, but she, uh, used to feel the cold something rotten, sitting in her chair.” It’s a fond memory, but it brings a familiar, dull ache to James’s chest, and they regret having mentioned it at all. Christmas just isn’t the same without their parents - it’s been hard to get excited about it, knowing they won’t be going home. They immediately change the subject. “So, how are you planning on getting a whole Christmas tree inside your flat?” They tease, “I don’t suppose the muggles breed trees for pixies, do they?”

[apparitixns]

❝ oh , please - ❞ lily drags on with a tilted grin , offering them a quick glance before brushing her shoulders against his as the two walked down the path . ❝ you have chosen to take offense when you should have been flattered that i had expectations for you . well , and that you managed to surpass each and every one of them . ❞ she adds , obligating her attention back onto the landscape of the field as if it was more interesting than the admission that lily evans had perhaps , for once , had fallen for james potter's charm like any other student at hogwarts had at some point . is this what it would have felt like ? but instead of entirely relishing in the labyrinthine of heartstrings , lily falls into the nostalgia of childhood like she always did . of how the flora grew with the years ( just like she did ) , but it still looked and felt the same . ❝ if it's anything like my first time in Diagon Alley , then you're set to be crying soon . younger me couldn't wrap her head around an entire different universe . ❞ but she still follows their hand , admiring how something so simple could arouse such a reaction from a stranger . a detail that her juvenile self once condemned now seen in another light . ❝ definitely not gingerbread , but rather brick . ❞ and when james asks where they were , lily almost grows embarrassed . ❝ we're in the midlands , near a town named cokeworth . it's where i grew up . ❞ when james begins recounting their story , lily can feel their face soften with each passing moment - peaking a glance towards them and manifesting for the moment to stay forever ingrained in her mind . when they come to the intersection , she rests a hand on the leather of james' jacket and says : ❝ i also haven't gone for a few years . petunia once convinced my parents to buy a pair of skates since the indoor rink opened near the house , and i think we only went once or twice . ❞ the chill of the air pricks on her face , but she continues anyway . ❝ it's no frozen pond , though . ❞ it's said softly , as if she wanted to acknowledge the vulnerability it took for them to even mention their parents - because even though she never had the chance to meet the two , she had learned to be thankful for james' existence . so she takes the change of topic in peace . ❝ what ? no , most definitely not pixie-sized but they do sell ones that are much shorter than the rest . i haven't got the pounds to buy the full-sized tree , but i wanted to make the flat feel festive , especially for you and remus when you two come for christmas . ❞ she'd taken the invitation from rosie to visit her parents very personally , yet no matter how much it would have felt like home , lily would have felt like an intruder the entire time . instead , the three could make their traditions . ❝ and additionally , it'd be a true test of my transfiguration skills . ❞

[amcrtentias]

where: yuletide ball, malfoy manor when: early evening with: @apparitixns (dolores umbridge)

"Goodness, I hope there's this much fuss when I die," Farid comments drily as he reappears at Dolores's side, offering the coup of champagne he's acquired for her as he takes a sip from his own. The use of Francesca Fudge's name seems to have drawn quite a crowd to the Yuletide Ball, and while the charity aspect of the event seems to have been an overwhelming success, the company on offer is decidedly... mixed.

"Though I can't help but wonder at Vespera's decision to cast such a wide net when it came to the guestlist for this evening," he continues in an undertone, the corner of his mouth pulling into a sneer that's only exacerbated by the network of scars that mar his delicate features, "Muggleborns roaming the halls of Malfoy Manor - poor Abraxas must be spinning in his grave."

[apparitixns]

it's with a hasty laugh does dolores accept the champagne , holding it there as if she was preparing some toast to his words . ❝ and would it be full of mourners or will it be a celebration when it comes your time ? ❞ she asks him , sparing a glance towards the the middle of the grand room where many stayed in their conversation . but even in the quick survey does dolores take notice to farid's assumption , now moving the drink to her lips as if the sourness of the alcohol would be the only remedy to the disgust . ❝ even if vespera malfoy was concerned about other's judgement or the lack of donations , i cannot imagine the indigents had much to give . ❞

[apparitixns]

for: open location: yuletide ball

with a martini in hand , stevie is standing in front of the steadily growing pile of children's gifts as he shook his head . ❝ i think it is a bit obvious some did not put much thought and they just wanted an excuse to be here . ❞ he says with a quick laugh , now reaching over to a half wrapped gift with no name on it . ❝ what's a child in need find use for a remembrall ? ❞

[apparitixns]

who: james & lily / @amcrtentias where: just outside cokeworth, england when: december 21st, just past seven

lily had taken a steadying breath and closed her eyes prior to the crack of the apparition , leveling her feet under the ground as it appeared just seconds later . since the owl with james' invitation , lily had sought for a place that would be cheery with the holidays and away from the wixen world . but bringing james to the same streets that muggle lily had walked as a child felt too vulnerable suddenly - so the hand that held james' drops as the scenery materializes around them . ❝ i will admit that i am still dazed by the fact you managed to put together a muggle-passing outfit , potter - ❞ she says to break the silence , turning her head to the right so they would start following her down the path towards the main road . she'd apparated them on the outskirts of the town , away from muggle crowds and where the loud noise would be drowned out by nature . ❝ i will have to warn you , though , it is better if you set your expectations low now . ❞ a warning that was fair , especially when the town of cokeworth was definitely not comparable to what she assumed james was used to . ❝ we're not exactly inclined with the same charm that magic can bring , but i decided that you'll get to experience two great muggle past-times during the winter holidays: ice skating and picking a live christmas tree to take home . ❞

[apparitixns]

who: remus & lily / @rcmvsj where: lily & rosie's flat when: december 21st, early afternoon

after another rather miserable failed attempt at clasping the last roller with a piece of her hand , lily throws the plastic onto her bed before she rushes out of her bedroom . ❝ bloody hell , i am coming ! ❞ she calls out to remus in exasperation , whom had knocked once or twice since his arrival and she couldn't in her right mind stop what she was doing to answer the door . since she'd awoken she had been tense , muscles rigid with nerves . why was she so worked up over something so small ? she'd hung with james plenty , but there loomed the same lingering thought . so the door is opened hurriedly , lily already moving back to her bedroom knowing that remus would follow behind her since there had been many times that he had been a guest here . ❝ i still cannot believe you convinced yourself to go to the ball , remus . ❞ lily says with a short laugh , sitting herself back onto the chair that she had sat in front of the tall floor mirror in her bedroom so she could try for the fifth time to get the last roller to hold the larger strand of hair . but before she's directing her hands to manipulate the hair , her eyes catch remus in the reflection . ❝ you aren't wearing that to the yuletide ball , right ? ❞

[avcrabbe]

OPEN,

Ages ago, Arden had loved a party more than anything else, when it meant sneaking around places and people's homes, underage drinking with his friends, and breaking arbitrary rules away close enough to be caught but never being so, as it would require his parents to care. Now, parties like these meant networking, maintaining relationships that he would rather cut off, they meant polite conversation that could drive him up a wall at any moment. Arden hadn't had the best time at parties in recent years, but they were part of the culture he was born into. After parting ways with Alecto, he delegated himself to some quiet corner until he rebuilt his will to mingle. He had a glass of champagne he hadn't yet sipped from and a long night ahead. "You don't make a convincing argument, you know?"

(OOC: If you'd rather do something different, please like this post)

[apparitixns]

stevie was not entirely sure what he had imagined in his head when he decided to attend the gathering . it seemed simple enough to drop several galleons , especially in the name of helping children in need but this was downright mind numbing . every person he had approached were high strung and could have probably benefited from a drink served on platters across the manor but at least this wix seemed like better company . ❝ how could i not ? ❞ stevie groans with a defiant shrug of his shoulders . ❝ think about it , bud . the entirety of the bottom floor is open to us and i think the lady herself is too busy shaking hands . how could we possibly get caught playing darts using some of the portraits as the board ? ❞

[moonvcils]

pick your starter

starter one where: vespera malfoy's room, malfoy manor when: minutes after the event began

while vespera knew it would be best to make her way down to the main floor of the home and greet any guests that had arrived, she was intentionally delaying herself. everyone knew that anyone who was anyone showed up late to an event, and that extended to the host as well. besides, the others who had helped set up the event would be downstairs to greet anyone who showed up on time.

vespera could be fashionably late.

dusting a trail of blush along her cheekbone, the blonde noticed a figure appear in the reflection of her vanity. not turning towards them, she merely acknowledge them through the reflection. "i thought i specifically told the house elves to inform everyone my room was off limits." closing the blush compact, she finished off by brushing her curls into the perfect position. "did you need something?" she asked, finally turning towards the guest.

starter two where: the staircase, malfoy manor when: thirty minutes after the event began

the youngest malfoy stood towards the top of the staircase of her family home and smiled brightly at the numerous guests that began to collect at it's base. she waved at those she recognized, noting the numerous boxes and gifts that were being collected and placed under the large tree along with any other donations.

once the majority of the guests were within the room, vespera spoke, amplifying her voice easily with a spell. " i would just like to extend a thank you from the franseca fudge foundation, to everyone who has shown up tonight and donated. we are certain these gifts will help brighten the lives of numerous wixen children and grant them a most happy christmas." she paused for a moment, allowing her voice to take a more serious tone. "once more, we'd like to remember franseca fudge, taking from our community too soon, and would like to extend our deepest sympathies to her family." after a moment of silence, vespera's smile grew once more. "thank you all, again, for coming. we hope you have a wonderful evening."

once the speech was over, vespera descended the staircase as many of the guests began to enter the grand ballroom. finding a friendly face, the blonde approached them and said, "the night seems to be off to a good start, do you agree?"

starter three where: the grand ballroom, malfoy manor when: two hours into the event

this was vespera's third drink of the night, a cranberry gin martini that tasted of the holiday. between the alcohol and exhaustion from setting up for the ball all day, vespera found her body feeling heavy. attempting to move to a more private area, one of the many entertainment rooms that guests were filtering about, the blonde eventually made her way into the home's game room. the billiards table was in use, as was a small table in the far side of the room where a card game was taking place.

ignoring how strange it felt to see so many people in her home and using their private items, vespera made her way to one of the couches and sat down. realizing she wasn't alone, she tried to quickly come up with an excuse as to not seem lazy. "i hope you don't mind that i join you, i fear i haven't taken a moment to sit all day." taking a sip of her drink, the blonde turned to the person fully. "i do hope you also needed a moments rest, and aren't seated due to boredom. that would mean i'm not doing my job as host."

[apparitixns]

❝ do i appear to be the kind of person to take orders from simple house elves , vespera ? ❞ dolores sweetly counters , slipping through the doorway as she makes her way across the bedroom towards the gracious host until the witch is standing just behind the other . her head falls to the left , neck craning to gather a better view of vespera's reflection in the mirror belonging to the vanity . it would take a blind fool to deny that vespera malfoy did not easily any person's attention . ❝ not exactly , no - ❞ it's said with a shake of her head , the loose strands of dolores' hair moving with the motion . ❝ i wanted to personally find you before you got lost in the crowd downstairs and commend your grace . i am aware that there is a committee of other very notable wixen involved in making this happen , but it takes someone of great influence to even begin to think of something like this . ❞ this was perhaps the closet to an apology dolores would ever muster to vespera . and at the opportunity , she moves to vespera's side to gather a better look at the woman . ❝ here , ❞ dolores had moved to open her charmed handbag and retrieved a wrapped box that contained a set of golden earrings . ❝ consider this a peace offering . ❞

[clematsea]

ASLIHAN MALBORA as ELA ATAMAN in YABAN ÇİÇEKLERİ (2024)

[enchantmecnts]

most people assumed malika didn’t pick out her clothes herself. that she was too busy to care about that as well. but that wasn’t true. she loved the act of window shopping, the way it allowed her to slip into different roles simply by admiring an outfit meant to embody something: an image, a fantasy. just like she did. besides, she hated being home. and when she was outside alone, she hated drowning in thoughts. so, window shopping was a nice little distraction.  turning around, she looked at dolores. smiling because she was flattered that she was asked. deluding herself, that she was important enough that someone cared about her opinion. with her gaze flattering between dolores and then the brightly coloured blazer, she tried to picture what she’d look like. dolores was a pretty girl. beautiful even. it hardly mattered what she wore. she stood out anyway. doe eyes and a face made to charm anyone. “ it’s lovely. you’d look stunning in it.” malika was no stranger to gift people with meaningless compliments. but she meant it. “ that black set you’ve been looking at. it’s far too dreary. you’re not attending a funeral. although given the way everyone’s been acting since that girl’s death, you’d think they were.” she couldn’t help but sigh. it’s been too long and she couldn’t pretend anymore. “ i think you should try it on. if it’s as beautiful as i imagine it to be, consider it a gift from me.”

[apparitixns]

dolores considers malika's for a moment more , weighing the necessity until it won in her head . there was no use in denying herself such a simple pleasure in life . ❝ you truly think so ? ❞ dolores cannot help but sound like she's surprised at the consideration , gaze fixed back at the other woman with a simple grateful expression . ❝ i actually cannot think of something else that i have that is even close to this color - ❞ the color palette to her clothes had always been refined and accommodating to others . but this was simply just for her . ❝ i must try it then at your recommendation . ❞ the witch adds then , hugging the set close to her before she says : ❝ because you're right . black is such a dreary color , and i haven't got a reason to be melancholic, especially right now . ❞ so she excuses herself from her friend , moving to find the dressing room . the flush of the garment contrasted against her skin , but no matter , it certainly felt like a nice change . ❝ so what do you think then ? ❞ she asks malika once she steps out of the room , even giving a twirl for the sole audience member .

[bcrtiesjr]

he didn’t know why he expected to find more answers in dolores' office. and although he initially believed he was mistaken as soon as she began speaking, soon everything made much more sense. naturally, he was going to find what he was looking for there, even if it was implicit. he bit his lower lip slightly, impatient to sort his thoughts while the witch carried on. " of course, " he said, his expression becoming more neutral as he processed the information and understood his situation. his position. " of course. my father. " was he surprised? no. but what did it matter? " yes, i was interrogated—although i’m also a devout servant of the ministry. " he wasn’t, and few knew that, but he assumed crouch sr. would do anything to maintain an image that, in any case, was already spotless. why the obsession? he sighed, slowly shaking his head to forget the matter. " so, apparently we have a spy, huh? " and that wasn’t going to lose him any sleep. he still couldn’t be sure which side this unknown individual was aligned with, but nothing that could affect him too much. " any idea who it could be? " he asked next, narrowing his eyes.

[apparitixns]

now she is sitting at her desk , dolores takes the time to unfold the morning paper that had been laying on top of a mountain of folders . the headline was there in plain sight - in bold and with the frightening context to garner more attention . ❝ loyal to only the ministry , then ? ❞ she quizzes him then , eyes now obviously pointed to his expression to find even a glimmer of betrayal in his features . but like him , dolores umbridge was not worried about the breaking news nor about the disinformation surrounding the fudge ministry . it certainly hadn't been her to commit the crime , and she's got a thought of who it might have been but never would she utter such a speculation without proof . she'd have to rely on blind faith instead . ❝ if i had any idea, they would have been properly taken care of by now , crouch jr. ❞ a sigh of disscontempt then . ❝ it is a proper shame that so much time was wasted broadcasting the worries and woes of those blood traitors . ❞

[incomparcble]

Brow furrowed at that, his emphasis making the statement seem more like an insult than anything else. Almost as though there was no situation when Polly would be the one who was needed. But she also knew he'd had a drink or two, maybe he didn't realize how that sounded. "I am quite an accomplished translator, I can be helpful." She tried not to tinge her words with a bite, but a little bit got through. "No, you didn't say that, but it isn't really. It's not my business what you do with your free time." Not even when they'd been back in America. They'd barely interacted at all except for a few events so it was outside their realm of responsibility to know what he got up to. "I know. Honestly, I was hoping that it wouldn't happen. But, you know, that feels like my luck to run into you so quickly."

[apparitixns]

❝ and did i say that you were not an accomplished translator , pauline ? ❞ he inserts defensively , probably more hurt from the snide accusation that stevie did not remember her work back in america . after all , it was through their work did the two meet , after all . then there's another part of him that assumes pauline has projected their own insecurities about the current ordeal onto some unrealistic portrait of himself that would never exist . ❝ i guess i should have asked why you were here . i remember your work , but why are you here ? ❞ there was little he could do to fix how his words fall out of his lips before he can think , but at this rate , stevie no longer cared about the reason why pauline was here . this felt like a twisted second chance given by some higher being . first , the new quidditch team and now this . ❝ so , if given the chance , you would have rather chosen to never speak to me again ? ❞ and stevie knows it may have seem like that , but really , the male had spent the better part of the last month wrapping his mind around the reality that someday soon he'd be a father . stevie leibman barely had his own life together .

[cfdreamcrs]

she was on a high -- it wasn't just the victory of a match, no it was the actual adrenaline pounding through her veins, she had years of this feeling, the triumphant victory that she could never grow tired of. gauri found herself stepping out of her normal routine, instead of being tucked away at home -- usually a more than willing participant to drowning the outside noise and finding her own moments of solace, she found herself at the three broomsticks instead.

she wasn't silly enough to think that she could avoid social callings, she had settled in right after signing a few robes and pictures and with the hopes that she would at least get a pint in before the next round came. it was the movement to her right that brought her back in, sparing a glance at the man settled in right next to her, it was embarrassing that she needed to do a double take to realize that it wasn't any normal stranger and she wasn't dense enough to think he hadn't noticed her lack of subtlety. a hint of a smile toyed at her lips at his offer - not even a question let alone an ask, he oozed of confidence that she was still unsure of what she would do with - was she feeling generous or cunning, but she wasn't daft enough to turn down top shelf firewhiskey.

"liebman, i'm many things, but i've never enjoyed drinking alone --" sliding one of the glasses back to him, she knew who he was from the double take that she failed to conceal - stevie liebman, the falcons' new beater. she knew she could have played it off acting like she didn't know who he was, but she was never one who felt the need to conceal, she wanted him to know she knew exactly who he was. she wouldn't be worthy of her talent if she didn't keep up with the competition let alone the drama, "how are you liking Falmouth?"

[apparitixns]

stevie can't help but stare in awe , how could he not when he was sitting next to literal quidditch greatness ? he always made a point to scout out competition , but jones was a name that he did not even have to look hard for . it meet him at every turn - and what's even crazier , she lived up to every tale stevie had heard . she was a pretty sight . ❝ i am positive that any one in this room or outside of it would do anything for the honor , ❞ he says gleefully before accepting one of the drinks , holding up the glass towards the other in a toast . ❝ to not drinking alone then . ❞ the alcohol burns just for a second , before it warms his throat with its flavor .

but what catches him off guard is the question that comes from her directly after . one part is impressed she managed to know who he was and the other stroking his ego in a way that maintained that of course she knew who he was . ❝ playing for falmouth has certainly been a change , i'll admit . ❞ the reply he'd given to any reporter who asked - because there was certainly no need to bad mouth the team that gave him a second chance . ❝ the finches were far more aggressive with their defense , so it's been an adjustment . you folks are a tad soft , ❞ he says as he leans toward her . ❝ from one beater to another , of course . ❞

[vintageblr]

BEFORE SUNRISE (1995) dir. Richard Linklater

[rcmvsj]

@apparitixns

[amcrtentias]

✉️ an owl has arrived for lily evans (@apparitixns).

Dear Evans,

Are you going to the Self-Congratulatory Pureblood Wank-Fest masquerading as a charity event this weekend? I’m persona non grata as far as Vespera Malfoy’s concerned, so I reckon I’ll probably give it a miss (though I suppose I’ll still send a donation, since the money’s meant to be for kids in need).

If you’re thinking you might not bother either, maybe we could get a drink walk around and see the muggle Christmas lights do something more fun? Let me know.

James

[apparitixns]

Potter ,

I was truthfully more surprised that I received an invite . I have a suspicion that the owl tasked to spread the word must have confused Rosie and I for someone else . Between the two of us , not sure who holds victory for least likely to be invited . You should feel grateful that I am feeling particularly festive . How about you meet me at my flat a little past seven ? I have a place in mind that I can apparate us too . Lily

[eviemacs]

Evie was no stranger to Quidditch injuries--half of her job seemed to be tending to players when the Quidditch World Cup was hosted in the area. But as far as Quidditch injuries went, this one seemed fairly mild. And after everything that they had seen lately, Evie was almost grateful for a fairly mild and hopefully quick fix. There was only so many terrible things that she could stand to deal with at work. It was almost a surprise that they had sent him here all things considering. Even still, she was determined to do her job. "It doesn't look serious," she agreed, putting a hand on her hip. "However, let me take a look at it. I'm sure I'll get you out of here in a few minutes, but I'd rather be safe than sorry." She approached him and held her hand out for him to give her the offending hand. "What happened?" She asked.

[apparitixns]

stevie was ready to dismiss the visit at the acknowledgment from evie , but as soon as he's standing from the seat , he's stopped by her stubbornness . ❝ i would have assumed that you would have far more sick wix here , no ? ❞ hell , he'd pass by a few gnarly looking folk victim to every kind of wart and boil . that is truly an emergency . ❝ but i won't throw a fit , not when it's obvious you're concerned with the wellbeing of my hand and all . it's important to a person like me who uses it often for all sorts of things , ❞ the satisfied grin settles on his lips then , plopping himself down onto the seat again and gleefully handing the mediwix his injured hand that was still wrapped by the adhesive he'd done on the field in an attempt to convince the trainer that he was fine . ❝ i was in a fight with a bludger is all , and it seems to have won . ❞ he winces once the bandages are manipulated by evie , but still continues . ❝ the bewitched fucker moves fast , you see , and we have a bat to whisk it away but my left hand got in the way this time . ❞

[carnalscreams]

"careless, you call me, careless?" bellatrix barked, her hues on lily with a slight smirk. she was anything but careless, calculated, maybe and that was why she was here in the first place. truly, lily, the mudblood, was the perfect victim and that was why she was terrorizing her. bellatrix thrived off somebody having fear--and she was hoping that the red-head had plenty of it. "tell me, mudblood, do you fear me?" she said, her hues on the female before pursing her lips. did she find this funny? absolutely not, but she did find the situation somewhat endearing. dear ol' lily, trying to stick up for herself, oh how, she didn't know how things would pan out in the end....or how they hoped things would pan out.

[apparitixns]

❝ no , bellatrix . i didn't . i said you're being careless - two different things , i'd argue . ❞ lily clarifies , knowing that it probably did not mean much to someone as deranged as bellatrix black . the self hatred must course so deep and lily would have taken pity if the other hadn't resorted to a blind hatred for anything that challenged their world view . ❝ only those who do not inspire fear have to ask if they do , bellatrix . ❞ lily quips before she can give her words much thought , the adrenaline thickening her skin as she braces for what retaliation must follow . ❝ you hide behind such birdbrained slurs , so must i say that you're the one who has fear ? ❞