Consistently Ambivalent @bertieandrew - Tumblr Blog

askfirstwizardingwar:

“It’s not as big as I’d imagined.”

Do you think making it bigger would mess with it? More importantly, where did you get it?

#tiberius

askfirstwizardingwar:

“That’s what I’m talking about, mate.”

~*~*~*~*~apparition~*~*~*~*~

#tiberius

askfirstwizardingwar:

“Well, here’s the thing, is either I could tell you whose magic carpet we’re riding tonight, or we could just go now, save ourselves some time, and you could be surprised.”

Yep.

#tiberius #well that took a whole lot of convincing

askfirstwizardingwar:

“Oi, Bert, let’s go.”

Where?

#tiberius

maralongbottom:

allilongbottom:

grannypiper:

Take it from us.

No. No, don’t you start crying now, you can deal with me later.

All of this is all very touching but I’m tired of the past. I’m tired of living under shadows without a war of my own to fight and I don’t know what the point was in me trying to go in this direction because there is no reason to redeem something no one thinks needs to be redeemed. It’s never going to matter. None of this is ever going to matter, I’m never going to matter. There’s never going to be anything more than this; this is it. So that’s that. Give her the bloody book and go back to work.

Come here, both of you, please.

The point is prevention. It’s always going to matter. Who better, to be there if some bunch of assholes decide they’re invincible? To make sure they don’t get there in the first place? You, waiting, on the defensive. You, with that megawatt kind of compassion? Don’t tell us it doesn’t matter.

#mara #piper #allison

maralongbottom:

allilongbottom:

grannypiper:

Well I wouldn’t put it into simpler terms, but…

Things get found out regardless. Only you have the control of the how. Do what you will with that.

I’ve never been given the chance to talk about it.

You think I don’t want to keep other people alive? I wasn’t hiding anything from her. He gave that to me. That’s my job. That’s what I’ve wanted to do for as long as I can remember, to keep people alive when no one else in this fucking family–

You’re wrong. Maybe I’m wrong, please, let me rephrase this before you go on. The people who want to keep memories alive should have the power to do so. You go after it! You do it! I know what that’s like; the need, the determination, the calling. You don’t know the support you have. You have it... silently, you have it... out loud, when we have the chance, like Piper and I have now. I can promise you, as someone who wanted nothing to do with that war, that neither the protector nor the protected deserves more of a voice, though I can also promise you that as a human being, you deserve to give and take the truth. Time forgets history as long as people let it. People speak, girls, dead, living. You think voices aren’t suppressed, including those of the people that did their part in saving all of us in one way or another, including your grandparents? You’re telling me your thoughts don’t add up to the very excuse someone else might have against you? Your grandparents didn’t make it? Baloney.

Look what you’ve been left with. Count your blessings, kid.

#piper #allison #mara

maralongbottom:

allilongbottom:

grannypiper:

She knows that. So why won’t ya?

Because I don’t like talking about it. Please, do tell me the point.

The only things left around here to drudge them back up is the idea of cleaning out the bottom of my trunk, and this party.

That makes much more sense.

You know, Mara, I think sometimes we forget how much those times still affect all of us, in both ways, in different ways. I don’t mean to parent you but I’m going to; I’ve become that bloke. Probably a cover-up for my guilt but I do think you’re wrong. I think suppressing the knowledge is understandable, sure. I also think not passing along the knowledge you have to the people who might want to do something with it is a dangerous game. Like telling nothing to this little one here, obviously shell-shocked. The people who want to keep other people alive should have the power to do so.

#allison #mara #piper #THANKS NATHAN LOL

maralongbottom:

allilongbottom:

grannypiper:

About us. And the Order.

“Mar– Oh.” Sudden realization hit Allison once her sister’s namesake was mention, followed by then group she never quite knew enough about.

“You have everything?” Came her reply through a tiny sob. But at the very end of her question, the slightest smile followed. Relief, excitement, some kind of answer she hadn’t known she’d been searching for.

Narrator: Bertie had about 60 fucking questions. This is the wrong gif, but know that it is there.

There isn’t anything you can’t talk about now; you know that, right?

#piper #allison #mara

maralongbottom:

allilongbottom:

grannypiper:

There’s only a couple of Daily Prophet bits I was ever mentioned in, too. The most recent being the water balloon fight I put together for St. Mungo’s back in ‘89.

I didn’t even know you created the annual water balloon– Sorry. But I didn’t even know that.

I have their book. Gr– Marlene. His things. Journals, letters, pictures. I have everything.

#less angry more @ piper #piper #allison #mara

maralongbottom:

allilongbottom:

grannypiper:

Incredibly stubborn, incredibly helpful, and pardon my damn French, but a fucking ace duellist. But you must’ve already known all of that.

Our dad might not even know that detail.

I didn’t know.

How is it you know those things about Piper, Mara?

#piper #allison #mara

maralongbottom:

allilongbottom:

grannypiper:

It happens when you date someone’s wife.

What, really?

You dated who’s wife?

Bite me.

I was seeing Alice for a period of time at Hogwarts. Frank disliked me very much, now, whether it was that or simply that we were an oil and water type, I don’t know, but I can promise you he was no angel. A great man, don’t get me wrong.

Incredibly stubborn.

#piper #allison #mara

maralongbottom:

allilongbottom:

grannypiper:

They were so kind to me. Even your great grandaddy did things for me I can’t even truly thank the Longbottoms for to this day.

Allison remained quiet. There was something about talk of the past that had always felt foreign to her and what was she to ask when one question outweighed the rest and it probably wasn’t even relevant. How did Mara know these things and she didn’t?