cara

"when you can't find sunshine, be the sunshine."

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closed starter || @olivermacmillan

“Oh it’s not much further, I promise.” Cara said, turning to smile at her friend. Truthfully, it was probably not right that she was doing this for him. Technically she wasn’t a guard, and really she was just lucky that some of the guards were out of commission and so she had been allowed to step in despite her terrible combat skills. However, the thought of him being stuck in that stuffy room without even a hint of fun upset her. And frankly, she hadn’t been in the best of spirits either, so she wanted a bit of a pick me up as well. Pushing through the bushes they finally got to a small clearing. The perimeter was lined with daisies and snowdrops, with a few of the flowers creeping into the centre. The clearing itself wasn’t that large but the blanket she had laid out sat perfectly in the centre and still left space on the surrounding grass. A basket sat in the middle of the blanket, unopened with a few bottles of cider sat on top to keep it firmly shut. She turned and walked backwards a few steps into the clearing, a smile gracing her lips. “Surprise.” She met her friend’s gaze trying to gauge some of his thoughts from his expression.

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wildnesson:

Sophia could assume her sister thought the worst of her, and she had every right to considering what had happened. She only wanted freedom, that was all she wanted, to restart her life from where she left off. Yet, she always found her back to being a prisoner. “Prove my innocence to who? No one here cares if I’m innocent or not. I’ll always be a Death Eater to them.”

“I care, Phia.” She replied almost immediately. “You don’t deserve this, and I don’t want to watch you do through it.” She could see her sister slowly slipping away and truly, she hated it. “If there’s any chance to rid yourself of that label, then shouldn’t you try?” 

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wildnesson:

She sighed, eyes rolling instinctively at her sister. She could see how she would assume it, but it hurt for her to do so. “I’m not one of them, but it doesn’t mean I’’m going to spend my entire life imprisoned. I had to try and find freedom.”

“You won’t spend your life imprisoned.” Cara protested, a frown still lining her lips. “You have to keep fighting to prove your innocence. If you align yourself with them, then no one will believe you.” Cara had even found herself confused and doubting her sister.

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wildnesson:

She hoped Cara did not see the worst in her, and that apart of her would understand why she left her. She could not be a prisoner forever, and it appeared if she stayed much longer she would find herself dead. She had no other choice. “When the chaos broke out— I took the chance I could to find freedom, just seems I was not so lucky.”

Cara listened to her sister’s words and frowned. It was true that she deserved the freedom that escape would give her. But, to go with them was just to put more blame on herself. “But -- you said you weren’t one of them.” 

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wildnesson:

It was a familiar voice, one that normally sent a groan flying through her lips. Moments like this, it was normally for a scolding, to assume the worst, but it was surprisingly good for Sophia to hear her sisters voice, after everything. She welcomed her presence, and deep down she always did. “Cara.” She weakly smiled, knowing she would assume the worst.

“I thought you were --” She frowned. What did she think? She’d thought all kinds of things about where Sophia had gone to, or what had happened to her. And now she was here again, and she hadn’t even tried to find her -- to talk to her? She could feel the sadness welling within her. “Where have you been?” 

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Time together isn't ever quite enough When you and I are alone I've never felt so at home What will it take to make or break this hint of love? Only time, only time

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olivermacmillan:

The blonde has offered him a smile to begin with but he noted how it fell from her face the more she thought about his question. He found himself frowning, hating the thought of her being anything other than okay. Oliver chewed his lip, as his brow furrowed. "Gone? What do you mean gone?” Did she mean she had died? He didn’t know what to think or have any idea what she was talking about, she wasn’t exactly making much sense right now. Pulling away he placed his hands on her face gently, to get her to look at him as his thumb stroked her cheek softly. “Tell me what happened Cara? We’ll figure this out I promise.”

Cara could see all over his face that she just hadn’t given him enough information to truly understand the situation and she nodded at his comment. The feel of his hands on her cheek calmed her slightly. She took a deep breath before she continued. “She disappeared after the raid -- and she has been a prisoner here -- and she says she isn’t but if she has gone with them then I don’t know.” She barely took a breath before continuing. “Or maybe she just left when she got the chance, but then why wouldn’t she tell me? Or --” She sighed, looking down at the ground. “I don’t know what to think anymore, Ollie.” Cara knew that she was talking about the Death Eater’s as if he wasn’t with them himself, but he would never seem like the rest of them to her. Even if the thought that he was made her heart ache. She didn’t want to think that she was being naive and that her sister had always been involved in them despite everything. But, she wasn’t giving a good impression, disappearing with the rest of them. “I’m sorry.” 

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      “I should have expected it to be too good to be true.” The female huffed, glaring at the guard who held her captive. All she had wanted was freedom, not to be back where she had begun.

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Cara heard her sister’s voice before she saw the brunette. She’d heard that the Death Eater’s had been recaptured, with a few extra added to the mix. But, she wasn’t sure whether Sophia was even with them or what had happened to her. She’d been so worried. “Sophia?” She questioned from behind her. The fact that she was back only confirmed her worries.

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olivermacmillan:

He could see the female getting lost in her thoughts, he found himself wishing he knew what she was thinking. The male found himself slightly speechless as she stepped forward and embraced him, the action catching him off guard. It took him a minute before he relaxed and reciprocate the hug. His arms snaking around her as he pulled her closer, before placing a kiss to her head. Ollie had missed her more than he realised. The male stayed silent at her statement not quite agreeing with it. “How have you been?” He asked softly changing the subject.

Cara took a deep breath, breathing him in -- she wasn’t sure how many chances she would get to be this close to him. A smile formed on her lips as he returned the embrace, and it grew when he placed the kiss upon her head. She should have been mad at him, surely, but that just didn’t seem realistic. His question caused her to lift her head slightly, but her arms didn’t dare move from their position around him. Not yet, anyway. She wasn’t quite sure how she had been -- or how she was, but she offered a small smile anyway. Cara had been trying to be fine, but especially now, she could feel all the emotions hitting her at once, and it was hard to keep them down. In their time apart, her sister had been accused of being a Death Eater and imprisoned just like he was now. And she’d now left her with them during the raid, and Cara didn’t know what to think. But then, here she was in the embrace of someone who was definitely with them. And that still didn’t sound right. On top of that, thinking bad to her near-miss with one of the Death Eaters was something that scared her to the core and she knew that it shouldn’t. They were at war, and she should have been stronger than that. So, how had she been? Not good. Pulling away from the wizard, she stayed silent a while before she spoke again. “Sophia’s gone.” It wasn’t really an answer, but the frown that found its way to her lips shortly after the comment was enough of an answer. "I don't know what to do." 

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olivermacmillan:

At her apology, he went to take a step towards her to offer some form of comfort but thought better of it as he paused in his step. “Don’t be, it’s my own fault. I made the choice after all, it’s only right that I suffer the consequences of it.”

Cara felt her heartbeat increase slightly as Ollie stepped towards her, but a frown immediately found its way to her lips when he stopped. Her friend was not wrong about his comment, but still, she didn’t think this was the right place for him. He didn’t belong in a room surrounded by guards all day. It wasn’t him -- or maybe she didn’t know him anymore. But, he seemed like the Ollie she knew -- she still didn’t understand. Though, she supposed that if it were another Death Eater, she would have felt more comfort in the fact they were confined to a room and accompanied by guards. So, perhaps it was hypocritical. Her brows were drawn together and she waited a moment before she moved toward him and wrapped her arms around him -- she couldn’t hold the impulse in any longer. She could feel her eyes burning with the threat to cry. It had been so long, and she hadn’t known whether she would ever see him again. “You still don’t deserve it.” Her voice was soft, barely audible but she was so close to him that he must have heard it. She should have been mad at him, maybe she was, but her emotions were all over the place and all she knew was that she needed to touch him, to really feel his presence.

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olivermacmillan:

Oliver scratched the back of his neck feeling awkward. Somehow he felt that he no longer deserved to be in her presence - though that didn’t stop him wanting to be in her company. He shook his head, giving a small smile. “No, stay … please… It’s, erm, it’s nice to see you.” The male chewed on his lip wringing his hands together. “I’ve missed you too, truly I have.”

A smile appeared on the witch’s lips as he asked her to stay. She couldn’t help the feeling that he wouldn’t want her there, so to have him almost confirm otherwise was nice. And to hear he missed her was refreshing, too. It filled her chest with a familiar warmth. “I’m sorry you’re stuck in here.” She said, her voice soft as she moved further into the room.

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olivermacmillan:

Oliver had been curled up on his side having not ventured far from his room and apparent jail cell, since he’d been placed in their after his capture. He knew that being here was the best place for him considering it meant that he was away from You Know Who and the majority of his supporters, meaning that he didn’t have to carry out any of their dirty work. What he didn’t like was that, he’d traded one prison for another. Oliver was beginning to wonder if anyone he knew or went to school with, knew of his capture and would visit him. Just as the thought crossed his mind, a new voice entered the room. One he recognised. Her voice caused his eyes to widen in shock. “C-Cara?” He stuttered out. “You… What are you doing here?” He hadn’t really seen her since he signed away his life. They’d spoke obviously but even that had been a while.

Cara could see that Oliver was about as comfortable as she was given the situation. She was thankful for this. It had taken a lot of courage for her to come to his room, but in the end a need to see her best friend had won out above all else. “I heard you were here...” Truthfully, she had overheard talk about the young wizard being in town, having been captured by the Order and had to see him herself. Now, though, she felt like this may have been a bad decision. It had been so long since they had spoken, Cara felt as if she’d forgotten just how to communicate with him. It wasn’t right. “I can --” She frowned, swallowing the lump that had appeared in her throat. “I can leave if you want to be alone?” She offered, though the offer wasn’t actually genuine. She didn’t want to leave, as hard as it was to stay. “I just -- I missed you.”

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@olivermacmillan

Cara hovered cautiously outside the room, hand on the doorknob but not opening the door quite yet. She wasn’t certain what she would say when the door opened and she was confronted with her best friend. What she did know, though, was that she needed to see him. Her chest ached just at the thought of it. It seemed like forever since they’d last spoken and she was still uncertain why that was. The young witch could remember reading through their letters, looking for reasons -- crying over them. The guard behind her piped up, interrupting her thoughts and suggesting that she either goes in or leaves -- he had better things to do, it seemed. She took a deep breath and nodded, and the guard simply opened the door before she even had a chance to worry about it any longer. Peering into the room, she was confronted immediately with the form of her best friend and her chest felt tight. As much as she wanted to enter, she wanted to run away. She wasn’t a Gryffindor -- she wasn’t brave -- and yet, she took those few steps into the room anyway. “Hi, Ollie.” 

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almostavillain:

Elliot stood grounded, hands raised as he stared down the wolf. The creature began to slowly move toward him, making him take a step further back with every one of the wolf’s. He blinked slowly, tongue darting over his bottom lip as he gripped tightly on his wand, keeping it pointed toward the beast.. A move that seemed pointless, but settled him nonetheless. The wolf looked almost ready to pounce and sure enough, it did. Elliot quickly dove out of the way of the creature’s jaw and saw the flash of colour in the darkened room as the young woman darted past him and toward the door. Snarling, the wolf pounced again, determined to sink its teeth into the male. Elliot again, expertly dodged the attack and took off out of the room, running as fast as he could down the corridor, the footfall of the wolf echoed behind him as the creature snapped at his back. “Fuck.” He shouted as he ran, elongating the word. His eyes darted around, looking for a sign of the woman. 

Cara was all too aware of the echoing behind her. Even from her position further down the corridor, the young witch could hear the snarling of her transfigured wolf. She couldn’t help the feeling of guilt that overcome her knowing that she had left him with something so deadly. Cara stopped in her tracks and turned to look down the corridor. The figures were a lot farther down the corridor than she had thought. It was amazing how far her body could carry her when there was enough fear coursing through it. She watched as the figures moved closer towards her. The wolf was closing the distance to the wizard. She heard the growl echo through the building before watching it pounce. “Watch out.” She shouted, part of her still unsure why she felt the need to help a Death Eater when he had just been hunting her. In a panic, she shot her wand out and cast another spell. The wolf turned again, mid-leap, into a small, fluffy bunny that landed haphazardly on the wizard’s shoulder. Cara’s eyes remained wide watching the scene unfold, her wand shaking and her heart pounding. She knew that she only had a few seconds to take off again before he would manage to close the distance between them.

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almostavillain:

Elliot slowly moved over the room, tipping desk after desk out of his way, smirking as each one crashed to the ground. “Come on sweetheart… I know you’re in here - there’s no need to hide. I just want to play a little game..” He spoke, his voice low as he approached another desk and tipped it. As soon as he did, his gaze moved toward the wolf that now sat in the corner of the room, its gaze locked on him - teeth bared and snarling. “Are you fucking kidding me?” He hissed under his breath and quickly took his wand from his pocket, pointing it toward the wolf. “Reparifarge” He spoke quickly with a flick of his wrist before rolling his eyes, the incantation refusing to work due to the perfect transfiguration spell on her part. “Congratulations genius, now you’ve got us both killed.” He spoke, louder this time in hope that the hidden female would hear.

Cara was aware that the spell he had used would be of no effect. Her spell was perfect, not incomplete. And it was confirmed when the wolf stood its ground. She also knew that the Death Eater was probably right. But, she never had been good at duelling. Transfiguration had always been her speciality, so it was no surprise that the first thing that had come to her mind was a spell such as that. Still, there was the fact that the wolf hadn’t seen her yet. In fact, it seemed to be moving closer to him, and the moment she saw it pounce in his direction, she saw her chance to escape. And ran down the space between the desks -- only a desk away from him. Her wand was tightly held in her hand. “Just run.” She told him, unsure why she was really helping the Death Eater. But, she didn’t really like the thought that she would be responsible for someone’s pain -- or even death. It was intended as a distraction more than anything else. Her gaze remained on the two as she ran passed, wand at the ready. She did not trust either of them, but knew she had to pass them in order to escape. Better to have a common enemy, though -- wasn't it?

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almostavillain:

A light laugh passed the male’s lips as the explosive spell was thrown toward him, completely missing. Though, it did tell Elliot where to find the order member he had been pursuing. Slowly following the footsteps that fell down the corridor, echoing over the empty space - Elliot smirked to himself, twirling his wand between his fingers as he followed the woman. “Come on sweetheart, where is the fun in hiding?” He spoke softly as he entered one of the rooms on the left, flipping over a few of the desks before leaving and continuing onto the next. Entering, he began to do the same - flipping on desk after the other.

Cara listened intently, between the shouting that was coming from outside the building, she could hear the tipping of desks in the room to the left of her. Each crash made her heart beat faster in her chest. Her eyes darted around the room looking for anything that would provide a distraction, or a way of escape. Aside from a closet at the very back of the room that would surely mean her eventual demise, there was nothing. She looked across at the windows on the other side of the room and the thought to use one as an escape entered her mind. However, before she could truly settle on it, she heard the footsteps enter the room. And one by one the desks in the room began falling to the floor. She bit down hard on her lip, desperately thinking of a solution to the awful situation she had found herself in. She knew that one on one offered better odds than most people were given when up against Death Eaters, but she still couldn’t help but feel like it was still not in her favour. Her experience with this was in practice alone rather than on the battlefield. Thus, she was unsure how to face the threat. He was moving further from the entrance now, and she knew she had to do something. In a burst of inspiration, she flicked her wand at the desk across the room from her and it transformed into a large, beautiful wolf. Its gaze immediately fixed upon the wizard who had just knocked a desk over towards the wolf and a growl echoed through the room. It was only in that moment that Cara realised that she had just added a potential second threat to this dangerous situation. Of course, it was a danger to him mostly for the moment, as the wolf didn't appear to see her. Yet.

[almostavillain]

“I know you’re in here…” Elliot spoke softly, gaze moving up and down the corridor. “There’s no need to be shy.. Why not come out and play?” A smirk played on his lips.

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Hearing the voice call through the corridor, Cara stiffened. Holding her breath, she pressed her back up against the wall, praying that she could just sink into it -- merge with it. A column in front of her was hiding her from sight, but for how long? It also meant that Cara couldn’t see him, either. Letting the breath leave her lungs, her grip on her wand tightened and she moved away from the wall and fired an explosive spell down the corridor. She turned before she even saw where the spell hit, and ran further down the corridor, dashing into one of the many doors on her left. She looked about frantically for a place to hide, settling on a desk in the far right corner and ducking behind it, keeping an eye out for the Death Eater that was on her trail. Wand ready.