had i known how to save a life

that girl with a broken heart, she’s worth more than she realizes, there’s a galaxy hidden behind her tired eyes, when she smiles, she draws you in like a black hole, the tears that spill from her eyes fall like shooting stars, the anger in her soul...

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rewrite the stars || benjy & charity

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xbenjyfenwick:

❝Yes I can, and I am… I am promising you that❞ Benjy tightened his hold of her, ❝you don’t get it do you? It’s not that I’m leaving the war behind❞ although for a split second he wondered about how if she asked, if Charity said the words, he would leave. It wasn’t clear before, but it was now, he would be willing to leave everything behind for her, if she asked he would walk away. But he knew her, and Charity was as invested in this war as he was. And now he wondered if he were to ask her to leave, would she? But wasn’t going to do that, not even if all he could think about was their future, a future were they were together, growing old, a future only achievable if they won the war. ❝I- I don’t think either of us could walk away, not now, not after everything…❞ he closed his eye briefly before continuing, ❝but you still can’t see it? That I am alive because of you?❞ he asked looking into her eyes. 

Benjy was about to bring back memories he wished nothing but to keep buried, the things he had put Charity through, ❝that time a few months back❞ she would know what he was talking about, ❝when I was laying on the sidewalk… I-❞ he had never told anyone this before, ❝I was ready to go… I was ready to die❞ it wasn’t that he had wanted to die, but he had been at peace, ❝I-❞ Benjy felt a tremor go through him, ❝I simply let go… and then I was next to you. Because my last thought were you, because I was ready to go home.❞ That was the moment everything had changed, from then on it would be his mission to make it back to her, to survive for her. ❝And today… I- I was scared, and I was way over my head, but I- I couldn’t stop thinking about you, about how I was just supposed to be at work to drop something off, and about how we were going to watch Doctor Who when I came back, about how I wasn’t going to die without seeing you face again.❞ Benjy brought a hand up to touch her face, ❝so I am not promising not to fight, but I am promising that I will always survive for you, to see you again…❞ 

The kiss took him by surprise to say the least. He had no been expecting a kiss, there was so much between them, love more than anything. But he had never realized there was something more. At times maybe he wondered, specially when people assumed they were together, he had always laughed, played it off as them being just friends, but maybe a part of him always wanted it to be true. He never even dared to entertain the idea, the last thing he wanted was to lose Charity, but now, now that it was her closing the distance between them, now he could allow himself to open that door. The kiss was over before he could react, and if they had been standing up Benjy was sure he would’ve fallen down -not just because of the exhaustion- but because he immediately missed her lips on his. Her words brought a smile to his face, it was such a Charity thing, he laughed before pulling her close, ❝I love you❞ he said grabbing her face with both hands and kissing her. So it was true that you can love a person in more than one way, he was now realizing that he loved Charity in every possible way.

Everything was so complicated these days and while only a couple of years back her mind had craved complicated, had wished for a challenge, this was clearly not what she meant. Now she found herself thinking back to the simpler days with nostalgia, wishing nothing more than to be carefree again, to run through the woods with Benjy by her sind and not think about anything but being back home in time for dinner. “You’re right... I mean I know I couldn’t leave. It wouldn’t be fair.” She replied with a soft smile, trying to push away the thought that Benjy dying in this war would be about as unfair as it could possibly get. His earnest words made her blush a little, avoiding his gaze. No, she didn’t really know that, she knew the feeling though. “I mean, I... I know we’re important to each other.” She replied, unsure as she looked back at him. Important was far from it, was so little in comparison to what he was to her.

Listening to him talk about that day, that day she had so carefully tried to forget about, was both painful but also reassuring. It was good to know he wanted to fight, it was good to know he wanted to live even more. A little laugh escaped her at his Doctor Who mention, though it sounded broken. If he would have actually died they would have lost so much and she couldn’t even think about all that without it all feeling like too much. “You would have totally ruined Doctor Who for me.” She replied, her voice strained, broken but soft as she looked at him. Everything he said sounded so true, so incredibly heartfelt, she couldn’t be mad anymore. Now she knew he was going to be smart about the fights he should pick.

Bravery had never been a strength Charity Burbage posessed, it had also never been one she had to have. After all she had all those friends who were brave and wild and easy going and while Charity had sometimes felt like maybe she didn’t belong she had also always known they needed her. They needed her way to think everything through, needed her compassion and she didn’t mind being the voice of reason. However now she needed to be brave, braver than she had ever been before because this, this she couldn’t lose. There was so much to gain, yet maybe even more to lose. Wasn’t it weird that after such a moment of weakness she suddenly felt like she was strong and brave enought to take that risk?`

There was little that could calm the thoughts flying around in her head: Baking, reading and, as she now found out, Benjy’s lips on hers, his hands holding her close, the smile she could feel on his lips. For a moment the whirlwind of thoughts was completely silent and even when they started to come back it wasnt remotely as intense. A relieved laugh escaped her lips as she pulled away to come up for air. Her hands caressing Benjy’s face she couldn’t help but to beam at him. “So... you’re into this, huh? I really can’t imagine the last time I didn’t know how you’d react to something, usually I know you much better than I know myself.” She bit her lip to keep in the embarassing smile that wouldn’t disappear. “I... I can’t believe I’m so happy now.. you know, after everything that happened.“

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hold on to hope || benjy + charity

date: july 8th, 20:25 location: the fundraiser availability: open @xbenjyfenwick

The fundraiser had been one of the very few things happening lately that gave Charity some kind of hope that one day maybe they’d be able to return to some kind of normal.The fact that Natalie was one of the people who mainly made it happen was enough reassurance for Charity to feel save going, even though times were so tense that this could very well turn out to be some kind of disaster. However Chari wanted to help, times might be rough but when it came to money she had so much to give. Her family had always had more than enough and how it was only her left anyway, she didn’t need all these things.

Looking at Benjy, standing next to her, she smiled a little. His gaze darted around the room which gave her an opportunity to just look at him without him realizing. She had so much, not only money but also him, much more than so many others. “Alright, so we’re just going to make small talk? Act as if everything is perfectly fine? This feels really weird.”

[whois-gilderoylockhart]

the wonder of words | pj!gilderoy&open

Date: July 30, 1979

Location: Daily Prophet Headquarters

OPEN TO ALL !

Gilderoy Lockhart had been primarily docile in the war since its beginning, and it was for that reason that when an opportunity to make an impact presented itself to him, it felt too dangerous to pursue it in his own skin. Earlier that month, Frank made certain that he knew that even those who he thought were his friends would turn against him if his loyalty wavered, meanwhile others like Narcissa Malfoy and Emma Vanity and even the Minister himself showed how welcoming their side truly was to those who wished to help end the war. Thus, when the man met with Rita Skeeter to discuss an exchange of information for exposure, he knew which people he intended to expose ― those who never appreciated him, but instead threatened to throw him into Azkaban. 

In his polyjuice disguise of Russian Quidditch player Nikita Vasiliev, Gilderoy exited the building and bumped into someone almost immediately. “Oh, pardon me. I didn’t even see you there, completely my fault.” He still had one hand on the door, and pulled it open again uncertainly. “Are you heading into the Daily Prophet, or just passing by? Be warned that Rita Skeeter is absolutely ruthless, if you’re looking to talk to one of the writers in there.”

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Walking around town in another persons skin was without a doubt weird, however Charity had slowly been getting used to it and she doubted there would be much better people to use for this purpose than Anthea. Being her made it easy to keep people at distance, after all it was what Anthea always did. On the other hand she got respected by pretty much everyone, being a brilliant scientist probably had that effect. Less people asked questions on why she was anywhere than people would ask about Charity in her own skin. That and of course she couldn’t take the risk of walking around as herself anymore. She wasn’t quite sure whether her name was one of those known to the followers of the Dark Lord but it was far better to be save than sorry.

Right now she was on her way to the Daily Prophet, looking to get access to their archives under the pretense of Anthea doing some kind of research. She doubted they’d ask too many questions. One hand searching through the depth of her bad she had her gaze on the ground upon walking up to the building, a mistake quickly punished by bumping into somebody else. Looking up Charity was able to make out a young man, nobody she knew and probably also nobody Anthea knew. “I wasn’t being careful either, so you’re all good.” Smiling a little bit she was just about to just head through the door when she heard his comment. “I’m heading in, however I’m not planning on speeking to Ms. Skeeter. Are you well acquainted with her? I mean even though she’s a journalistic vulture?” Charity had never had much respect for Rita’s work, she knew her way around journalism about as well as literature and what Rita wrote could barely be called that.

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everything has changed || walburga & pj!charity

Stepping out of the muggle store she had just visitied Charity took a wary look around, by now truly a habit that was hard to turn off. While she should be relatively safe, considering she was in a muggle part of town as well as the fact that she had assumed the identity of Anthea Holland. Nobody would have reason to harm her, after all rarely anybody even knew her and even if they did Charity knew that Anthea had never clearly positioned herself politically. Truly the historians reticent behavior was a blessing for the only surviving Burbage.

Stuffing the three books she had just aquired into her bag Charity tried to keep her head down, it was raining and while that luckily meant that not too many people were out and about at the moment it also meant she would probably be wet to the core when she got home. Home. She was rarely even at the apartment anymore. While it was still safe enough to stay there Chari had spend most of her time either talking to Alastor or Amos at the castle or visiting one of the many Aversio safehouses around the country, trying to get their plan to work.

Right when she was about to turn the next corner, still looking at the ground in order to avoid the rain directly falling on her face, she ran straight into somebody and her bag fell to the ground. Hastily she picked it up again, hoping that the water hadn’t gotten through the fabric and damaged the books. Then she looked up, seeing the woman she had run into, wanting to apologize. “Oh dear, I’m so sorry, I really didn’t see you with the rain and...” Only a second later she realized who was standing in front of her. It had been so unlikely to meet her here, which was probably the reason it had taken a second to recognize her. “Oh... I mean yeah, terribly sorry. Are you alright?” She asked, remembering that she wasn’t here as herself. Anthea surely didn’t know Walburga and therefore wouldn’t greet her or ask what she was doing here.

@walburgablak

[charitysbvrbage-blog]

♔ THIRTYFOUR ♔  ANTHEA HOLLAND ♔ HALFBLOOD ♔ HORNED SERPENT ♔

“ Sometimes you win. Sometimes you learn.”

AESTHETIC:

       ♛ Notebooks ♛ White ♛ Empty Coffee Cups ♛ Waking up at 3am ♛ Windy Mornings        ♛ Heated Arguments ♛ Spots Of Ink  ♛ Hurried Notes ♛ Owls ♛ Old Bookstores                 ♛ Golden Jewelry ♛ Open Windows ♛ History ♛

PERSONALITY TRAITS:

✓  Bright ✓  Fair ✓  Logical ✓  Self-confident

✕  Aloof ✕  Overcritical ✕  Prejudiced ✕  Reticent

CHARACTER DESCRIPTION:

Born as the daughter of two scientists she always knew her future lay in Academia. Often titled as the Ice Queen Anthea enjoyed her time in Ilvermorny, not caring much about friends aside from her little sister. She was here to study, to learn and Horned Serpent was just the place for that. Her fascination with history grew almost daily, both  the history of wizards and no-majs. Graduating as best of her class she went on to university, leaving her family behind without doing as much as looking back. This was going to be her time, it would only get better from now on. Disliked by many, admired by even more she is one of the most renowned historians now, only what is success if you have no one to share it with?

ANTHEA HOLLAND is currently portrayed by GAL GADOT and is the polyjuice persona of CHARITY BURBAGE.

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Charity Burbage & The War

“every night her thoughts weighed heavy on her sould but every morning she would get up to fight another day, every night she survived.” - r.h. sin

[charitysbvrbage-blog]

PLOTTING CALL

Basically this is pretty much the same, only that in this case I can even offer you one of the nicest beans on earth. I however thought I’d just post it on both so you can clearly signal who you’d like to plot with. Dope, right?

Since I’ve been a horrible member for a while now I don’t have that many plots going anymore and right now I’m a little clueless as to who to ask for new things. So if you’re somehow interested in me showing up in your pm’s and yelling w you about our babies I’d appreciate if you’d like this. No real ideas must be there yet, we can totally figure something out together, just willingness to do something w my sweet summer child.

This also has the possibility of me introducing Polyjuice Chari, which I’m in the process of figuring out, but that would be fun right??

Who knows, maybe I’ll even throw in a starter for you.

[tcdxtonks]

09.15 || 15/07/79 || Order Castle

It was undeniable that his focus had been pulled in every which direction over the last few weeks and while he had done his best to ensure that everything had received equal parts of his attention, Ted knew that there were certain things that had ended up slipping through the cracks. He’d always been pretty good at spreading his time out, balancing work and his family and friends as well as anyone could but there was more strain placed on that balance now that nothing was normal for him anymore. Even with the absence of St Mungos rendering him unable to practise Healing as he had been doing for years, he had still found his time full of meetings and talks between The Order and Aversio. 

He supposed he should have been pleased to aid things in any way and in truth Ted was incredibly glad that he’d been able to play a part in the talks to bring about the uneasy peace that had settled between the two. It was what was best for them all at the moment and taking part had meant that he wasn’t left twiddling his fingers trying to work out what he should be doing with his time in the wake of the destruction of the hospital where he’d spent so much of his time. Things seemed to be as settled as they could be and that just gave him all the more time to reflect on where he had been lacking over the time that they’d been in the castle.

While he’d been able to spend enough time with his wife and daughter, Ted knew that there were others that he considered family that he hadn’t paid nearly enough attention to. Armed with a cup of tea for himself and another for the girl he was trying to find, he made his way through the halls until he found who he was looking for. Holding out the cup to her, he offers a small smile as well. “Figured if I could use one of these so could you.” Taking a seat opposite her, he allows concern to slip easily into his voice along with perhaps a hint of sheepishness that it had taken him this long to pose the question. “How’ve you been, Charity?”

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Time had taught Charity very well that family was something completely different than being related and thank god for that, otherwise she would have lost all her family. This way however, after the initial time spent entirely pushing away the people she loved, she had realized that there were still so many left she considered family. The list grew longer the more she thought about it and over time she was sure they would only become even more. This was what they were all fighting for and fighting together got them even closer.

However over the last couple of weeks her time had mostly been taken up on her mission to make peace between Aversio and The Order, to offer members of Aversio who weren’t sure about their affiliation the opportunity to join The Order, to be welcomed there with open arms. It had been going rather well, Aversio after all was still shaken up by their own doings in the Ministry attack. It was a good feeling, after all they were all on the same side in the end and if they could only manage to be at peace and maybe combine their forces they could work so much more efficiently. All of this had meant that Charity had completely thrown herself into that mission, once more missing out on spending time with her friends.

Right now she was sitting in the Order castle, she wouldn’t stay for long but Alastor had taken her so nobody had been asking too many questions about her being here. After her chat with Alastor she had wandered into the library, a place that had pretty much magically attracted her. Having found a book that interested her she had sat down, just for a couple of minutes. She couldn’t risk being seen by too many people after all. When a voice ripped her out of her studies of the book on her lap she looked up and smiled as she saw Ted looking down at her. Suddenly she felt how much she had missed talking to him. 

Taking the cup he was giving her a soft smile appeared on her face as she watched him sitting down across from her. “That’s very considerate.” She replied, taking a sip before thinking about how exactly to answer his question. “Oh, I’ve been doing okay. You know busy with the plans and all but it’s better than having nothing to do for sure. Keeps the mind busy.” Nodding a little she looked him in the eye, let her gaze travel over his features looking for signs of exhaustion. However he looked relatively well, better than she did probably. “Tell me about you and your family. I hope everybody is doing well? It can’t be easy to raise a kid during all this... craziness.”

[constantvigilancex]

Charity && Alastor | Nobody said it would be this hard

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constantvigilancex:

“Right” it had been her choice, he had to remind himself of that, but that didn’t make him feel any less guilty, “doesn’t mean I couldn’t have done somethin’ to stop yah” he said with a small smile looking at the ground, “I should’ve tried to change your mind” he was supposed to keep her safe, he had made a promise long ago, but he had been so focused on the needs of the community, the ministry had to gain the upper hand somehow, and they were right on track, up until it all went up in flames. “It’ too late for regrets” Alastor said finally stopping his pacing, he walked towards Charity, “I’m proud of you, you know that right?” he asked hoping she would, “but Kingsley says it’s good to let people know how you feel” aside from Kingsley, Charity was the other one person Alastor would allowed himself to be, well himself. 

Alastor had always wanted kinds, he had never told anyone that, and Charity was the kind of person he wished her daughter would be like. “Alright” he said taking note of her wishes, “we’ll tell Diggory” Amos was a person they could trust, besides with him aware of their plan it would be easier to get others to see their side, he was respected and well liked. “Minerva, Millicent” he suggested, “Kingsley” Charity’s fellow housemate was Alastor’s right hand man, and he would know what to do in terms of stopping people from getting angry at them. Alastor didn’t care much, but the last thing he wanted was for any of them to be anything of remotely rude to Charity, “and from there a need to know basis. As for aversio members, well you pick the ones you think we can trust, try to get them to come to an arrangement with us” he was sure that some order members would object former aversio members joining and others will be all for it, but times like these they needed all the manpower they would get. There was still one other thing they had to discuss, or rather one other person. “And Ben. Well I wish we could keep this from him forever” the truth was going to crush him, “but we’ll need to tell him eventually. And I don’t think he’ll hate us. He might be sad and heartbroken, which is going to be so much worse for us, but no hate. I hope” Alastor tried to give Charity a reassuring smile.

An idea that had been wandering around his mind finally found it’s way out, “listen I know what your answer is going to be, but just hear me out” he had wanted to bring this up for a while, it was a plan ready to go if they agreed to it. “I have a contact in America” he left out the details of the contact, those details being that the contact was his ex-fiancée, “she’s willing to help you and Benjy settle there, has jobs for you waiting, even new identities if needed” had they been any other people Alastor would’ve brought it up as soon as the war started but he knew them, he knew what they would say. “Benjy got hurt, not once, but twice, because he just had to fight” Alastor had not voiced his thoughts about the matter to anyone, if there was one person who would understand, who would feel the same way, it was Charity, “we almost lost him, I fear what might happen if he continues down that path. And you” he was worried about her too, “you took a mission, a risky one, because it was the right thing to do” he shook his head, “what more would you be willing to do? I’m worried that I’m not, that I won’t” he struggled to find the right words, “what if I can’t keep you safe?” that was his greatest fear, losing another family. “Would you at least think about it?” all he wanted was for them to be safe.

“You know what my parents always said, right?” She asked, with a soft smile on her face as she looked at Alastor’s guilt ridden expression. He apparently didn’t quite know what she was trying to get at so she explained. “They always said I was more like you than like either of them. That you had infected me with your determination and stubbornness- do you really think you could have stopped me?! They always though it was a bad thing, something that would get me into trouble but it truly is the reason I’m still here.” It was the truth, life had stopped being easy so long ago and without it she probably wouldn’t have gotten through all of this. “Yes, it truly is too late but also unneccessary. You, among with a couple of others, have always taught me to fight for what I want and that is what we’re doing, right? Somedays more successful than others but we’re trying, that is all that matters.”

It was hard trying to stay positive during these trying times but Charity was determined not to have this defeat be the end of what they’d accomplished. There were so many things that made this worth all the trouble they were going through. She nodded her head at every name he was adding to the list, all of these people were ones she looked up to or knew Alastor or Benjy valued highly, so she had nothing to say against having them in on their plans. “I already have a couple in mind who will probably be willing to talk. Honestly a lot of these kids are scared of what Aversio has turned into themselves.” She assured. Calling them kids, eventhough most of them were quite a few years older than her but they were all just kids when it came down to it. Thinkin about Benjy her mind immediately went to how good things were between them at the moment and honestly the last thing she wanted right now was to destroy that. “I think we shouldn’t tell him yet. He is still recovering and I have to concentrate on this first.” Trying to push her conflicted feelings aside she tried to put on a smile. “I will tell him when it’s time and just hope he’ll understand.”

Her imagination was still busy imagining all the different ways that conversation could turn out when Alastor started proposing his plan. She quickly understood what he was trying to get at though, considering that he hadn’t been the first to silently consider that an option. Benjy’s safety had been her biggest concern during this whole thing ever since the war started and she was painfully aware of the fact that it had been too many close calls. She would never flee for her own sake but for his? She’d almost do anything. However she knew that Benjy was just like her, just like Alastor, he would never leave so she gave Alastor a bittersweet smile. “You know that won’t happen, you knew it before you even asked. None of us would ever leave to save ourselves, you won’t and Benjy sure as hell won’t either.” She looked at Alastor, it hurt seeing him this worried. When she was a kid she had always been convinced that he was the strongest out there, her protector and knight in shining armor and part of her probably still saw him that way. Seeing that guy, the one she considered so strong and brave, this unsure was rough. Times had changed. “We will all just try to do the best to protect each other, okay?” Standing up she took a few steps closer, carefully placing one hand on his shoulder and looking him in the eyes. “You will always be our protector Alastor but it goes both ways now- that’s what family is for.”

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(( @xbenjyfenwick ))

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rewrite the stars || benjy & charity

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xbenjyfenwick:

Benjy had changed, they all had changed, war usually did that to people. But he wasn’t just talking about the things he had to do to get through these times, no, it was a change he had not even noticed yet, or had tried to ignore. The Benjy from three months ago would had died at the Ministry of Magic. The Benjy from six months ago would never had made sure he took a good amount of Aversio members and Death Eaters down with him. The person he was when the war started had known in his hear that he was not going to make it out alive, and he had made peace with it, and he had been more than ready to jump into action and die a hero. That was how things had always been at home. The job, protecting those who couldn’t protect themselves had always come first. As a child he would often sit with one parent and wait for the other one to come home, all the while accepting that there might be a day when they would not make it home. That was how he had been raised.

And then the war started. And when he brought up that he had wanted to join The Order his parents didn’t object, although not members themselves they were supporters, firm believers in the cause since their youth, even before they were married. Even Alastor showed more concern when Benjy expressed his decision to join. Back then Benjy had felt like the luckiest kid in the world, his parents being as understanding and supportive, having a chance to fight for a cause that had mattered to them for so long. Now he just wondered if maybe they had been a bit more worried, if they had been a bit more strict, then maybe he wouldn’t had almost died twice. Maybe he wouldn’t be breaking Charity’s heart as he was doing right now. 

The whole idea behind her living with him was so that she would not be alone, that she felt safe enough to rebuild her life. Instead he had forced her to watch him bleed out in front of her, putting his life in her hands. It wasn’t fair. He knew he should’ve suggested that Chari went to live at Fenwick manor, but even if it was hard to admit he needed her by his side. The blood stained carpet was a constant reminder of his selfishness, of having put Charity through that. Holding her in is arms, looking into her eyes, Benjy regretted every time he had being reckless and impulsive and had rushed into a fight he was barely trained for. It was unfathomable to think that a year ago he wouldn’t even dare wonder about the future if it wasn’t related to the reason they were fighting this war. Anyone who asked would have gotten a generic answer that hid the truth, Benjy’s dreams of a future started and ended with becoming an Auror. But as he felt Charity’s arms wrapping around him he could not stop thinking about the future.

Benjy shifted around, their bodies perfectly fitting together, as if they had been made to hold each other. He listened to her, to every word she was saying, he tightened his grip on her. ❝I love you❞ he said looking into her eyes, ❝I love you more than anyone in this world❞ more than he ever thought was possible to love someone, ❝I’ve loved you since before I knew what love was, I’m going to love you forever❞ he said with a security he didn’t know he was capable of expressing. It was true all of it, Charity had been a part of his life since forever, and as long as there was breath left in him he hoped she would be a part of it. ❝I’m sorry❞ he apologized, Benjy brought a hand up to touch her face, ❝I- I was a fool, I-❞ he was not making any sense, he wanted her to know, he needed her to know that he had been so stupid to think that dying a heroic death was all there was. ❝You are never going to have to live without me. I’m always going to come back home. To you.❞

In so many ways Charity’s family had been open-minded enough to depart from the Pureblood way to do things, mostly for their daughter who so early on in life developed an interest in muggles and their culture. They had probably known that they might lose her if they’d tried to contain her curiosity, to take away her right to see the world through her own eyes not those of people who had lived centuries ago. However one thing had still been pretty present in their household: Don’t show weakness in front of others. What was happening with her right now was definitely a show of weakness but she couldn’t control it, couldn’t stop it.

However if there was anybody she would share all her weaknesses with it was Benjy, who had already held her so many times when she woke up screaming, who had held her hand tightly during the funeral when all she wanted had been to die alongside her family. During all those times she had found strength in him, had gladly taken all the support he had offered her without thinking twice. There were so little people as giving and strong and kind as Benjy was and she loved all these things about him. How ironic was it now that exactly these attributes that made him the boy she loved also regularly got him into more and more dangerous situations. So now what was she supposed to think? What was she supposed to want? Everything inside her yelled at her that she had to keep him safe, keep him away from this war but it would be so contrary to who he really was.

His words made her smile the tiniest little bit, they were so earnest, so full of heart and in his eyes while he said it she could see that he really truly meant it. Of course she had known he loved her before, they’ve been telling each other that for years and years, however this felt different somehow, bigger. And it was scary but she couldn’t take her eyes off of his face, couldn’t stop listening. Forever, it was such a big word but it wasn’t at the same time. It had always been theirs, forever. When two people had known each other their whole damn life they didn’t just stop, it was the kind of bond not even time could break. Benjy could do just about anything and she would always forgive him, unless... well unless he would get himself killed. She would never be able to forgive him that.

His promise wasn’t one he could give, she knew that very well so hearing him say those words didn’t really calm her nerves. “You... you can’t promise that. It’s not like you could leave this war behind.” Smiling a little she layed her hand right over where his heart was. “You fight so much because you love so much, so I can’t even really be mad at you for it, because it’s what makes you you.” The most wonderful and incredibly person on earth. “The only thing you can promise me is not to fight when it’s stupid and to take care of yourself.” Her head had cleared up again and she knew exactly what she wanted to say. “The thing is I know you think that your life isn’t that much to give if you can help people in return but you’re wrong.” Laying her arms around his neck she looked at him earnestly, hoping he’d really listen. “Your life, you, are my entire world, so truly it is everything. Don’t forget that.”

Looking at him like that, being so close to him Chari knew exactly what she wanted, even though it had been a mess in her mind for a while now. They had gotten so close, she never knew they could get even closer than they were before but they had and all of that had to mean something. If not anything else it surely meant that she wanted to kiss him really bad, which was weird on the one hand but on the other the most natural thing in the world. Now if the past month had shown them anything it was that either of them could die tomorrow and she would truly regret not having kissed him if that should be the case, so therefore the decision had been made. Closing the last bit of distance between them Chari simply pressed her lips against his and kissed him. It was a weird kiss, an awkward one since obviously he was too surprised to do anything, or maybe he didn’t even want this? Quickly she moved a bit away, looking at him, trying to see his reaction while her heart was racing like crazy. “So... yeah.” She said sheepishly into the quiet, only to break it and to make herself less nervous. Now it was his turn to say something.

[tiana-powell]

the huffles keep puffing || kingsley & charity

[charitysbvrbage-blog]

thekingsley-shacklebolt:

If Kingsley didn’t know any better… But no, he wasn’t going to go there. He wasn’t going to read into the small smiles and kind words because there were plenty of people he’d known at a young age that he was still friends with to this day. Kingsley also knew what young love looked like… Still, Kingsley was probably just reading into it. Wanting to see love survive in such hard times, but friendship was good too. Kingsley was glad his mentee had someone like Charity in his life, no matter what kind of love was shared between the two. “He’s the best person I know, but I don’t tell him that nearly enough. Hopefully he knows.”

With raised eyebrows, Kingsley nodded. “Lucky enough indeed.” While Kingsley’s parents had always been understanding folks and more forward thinking than most families from the Sacred 28, still there were some things that were just not acceptable in their household. Muggle literature being one of the main things considering how much reading there already was for witches and wizards. 

“Well, that is a very nice sentiment. I met a muggle girl at a very young age and thought much of the same growing up. Well, she then turned out to be a muggle-born, but until then… Well, the point remains the same,” he commented with a little wave of his hand. He was getting off track. “Anyways, I’d love to read the Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. Already, he sounds like an interesting guy and I can’t wait to see what adventures he takes me on.” Kingsley smiled, putting back a book he’d been toying with for the past few minutes. “I’ll trust ya on this one since you speak so highly of it. Where are you staying?” She wasn’t at the castle. That much Kingsley knew, so he wondered where she was staying if she wasn’t with Benjy.

The fact that Kingsley considered Benjy to be the best person he knew didn’t surprise Charity in the slightest. It was probably what everybody who knew Benjy would say about him, he had such a way of making people feel loved and even now, after he’d been through so much there was still sunshine in every smile. “I don’t know but it never hurts to tell the people around us these kinds of things. You know... especially in times like these.” Her next smile was a little bittersweet, considering the memory of how quickly people can be taken away from you was still so very present, was probably always going to be.

“I didn’t expect them to be that okay with it at the start, but they really surprised me when it comes to that. Maybe they knew that I probably would have read them anyway and just didn’t want the secrets.” The memory of her parents made a sad smile appear on the young girls face. They had been imperfect in so many different ways but they had always put family first and she would never not be grateful for that. “I’ve always been too curious to stay in the narrow world that purebloods have created for themselves I guess.”

“Well, I don’t really think of it as a sentiment, I think of it as the truth. However I know we’re still a while away from it being the general opinion but hopefully at some point in the future it’s gonna be the regular case for people to think that way.” Looking at the books around her a wide smile stretched over her face. “You’re going to be so amazed with how similar muggle books are to magical ones and hopefully after reading that one you’ll wanna read more.” Of course Huckleberry Finn wasn’t going to be found anywhere here but Charity had a well loved copy at home, so she could definitely give him that one. His question made her smile a little sheepishly. “I’m currently staying at Benjy’s. Theoretically I own my families house but well... ever since they’ve been gone I haven’t really been staying there.” She bit her lower lip for a second, concentrated on not letting herself go down that road and get really upset. “But yeah... I would love to give you my copy of Huckleberry Finn... it’s at Benjy’s if you wanna come with?”

[mikaelsonsource]

“Strong enough to keep all of the bad things away.”

[charitysbvrbage-blog]

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[constantvigilancex]

Charity && Alastor | Nobody said it would be this hard

Mid-May, 1979 Alastor’s Flat, [ Redacted ]

There were a handful of moments where Alastor had been nervous, even scared. Not that he was fearless, he wasn’t, not really. But after the life he had lived there were not many things left that could affect him as having lost his family had. And then after that the worst thing that could have possibly happened to him already happened, he had been betrayed, he had lost people he loved because of that. And now decades after that betrayal, it had happened again. So no, Alastor wasn’t fearless, but he no longer got scared.

Except maybe now, as he paced around his flat, he was certain he had already carved a trench onto the kitchen floor. But he was planning? deciding? trying to make sense of what was going to happen, of what were they going to do, to say. They because that included Charity Burbage. Charity who was the only family that remained to him, Charity who reminded Alastor so much of himself, and that terrified him. The last thing he wanted was for the girl he had watched grow up, babysat, watch take her first steps, to turn into himself. And with the decision he took months ago, he was afraid he had pushed her right onto that path. She was bright and kind, she did not deserve what was to come.

Alastor stopped his pacing and turned to face Charity, he let out a sigh, “we don’t have a choice” he said throwing his arms up in the air, “well we do, a hanful actually, but” how could he have predicted that it would end this bad, “I’m sorry Charity, this is all my fault, you should’ve never been put in this position” it had seemed like the right thing to do back then, like the only way. “We could keep up the lie a little longer, see how they react to finding out you are, were Aversio” he offered, unsure if that would be ideal in times like these, “we could tell the truth straight away, that it was an undercover assignment, that’s going to upset people on both sides” sure people might hate them for a bit, by people he meant Benjy, and by hate he meant well not hate because Alastor was certain he boy was not capable of that, “we could compartmentalize the information, tell high ranking members, a need-to-know basis” which would be the best course of action, “what do you want to do?” 

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Charity was sitting at a chair, keeping a close eye on Alastor, who hadn’t stopped pacing up and down the entire length of the room for several minutes. For a second she thought about whether she had ever seen him that obviously distraught, somehow she could only ever remember him being calm and collected in the face of every crisis but maybe that was also just because she had been a child and he had always been her hero. After all everybody probably tended to see their hero not quite as they really were, right? But even now her confidence in Alastor wasn’t shaken the tiniest bit, she had come here to develop a further strategy with him because she trusted him, them together, to find the right way to go about this.

His gaze clearly told her that he wasn’t happy at all with the situation. And by the situation she didn’t mean the general situation, nobody was happy with that, but rather the situation her mission was in right now. For some reason she couldn’t stop herself from thinking that she hadn’t been all that good at it right from the start. At first her intentions had been about as wrong as they could be and after that? Somehow she had always been a little too late to prevent worse things from happening, at least that was what she felt like. Maybe the only good thing this all brought was that she now understood the people in Aversio, their motives, their anger. Also the fact that maybe, especially after recent events, they’d be able to get some of them to change alliances.

The only problem her was quite obviously that it would mean for her to reveal what she had been doing for the last couple of month, at least to a few people. She followed Alastor’s argument and gesturing and nodded at a few of the points he made. “It definitely isn’t your fault, I volunteered and you were my contact. If anything you made sure I didn’t make any stupid decisions.” She replied, her voice soft and considerate as she tried to play through all the different scenarios he was painting. Charity didn’t care much for what the people would thing, what she did care about was not hurting Benjy. At least as little as possible. “I think we have to tell some people. I’m thinking we should definitely tell Amos for example.  and obviously we have to tell the people who want to join the Order.” That was the easy part, even figuring out who might be willing to leave hadn’t been too hard. “I don’t know how exactly we should deal with Benjy though. Maybe we should keep him out of it, still?” Or was that just the fear speeking out of her. “He will probably hate us anyway, won’t he?” Biting her lower lip she looked up at Alastor questioningly. After all, he knew Benjy for just as long as Chari did.

[tiana-powell]

the huffles keep puffing || kingsley & charity

[charitysbvrbage-blog]

thekingsley-shacklebolt:

The sentiment practically made him blush, if he was the type of man to let a blush escape his face. Which, he wasn’t. Still, he loved Benjy. He mentored him and watched him grow. Kingsley could only hope the boy felt like he had with Alastor, unapologetic admiration and fondness, but there was no way to ask. And now… He was able to get a small window into how Alastor might feel anytime something gets passed along and up his ranks. “Well, I’m quite fond of him as well. I dare say he only says nice things about you as well. Then again, I’m not sure he’s capable of saying anything bad.”

Yeah, the bow had been awkward. Kingsley, on his game, was able to be well spoken and smooth on most occasions, but meeting someone that Benjy seemed to care for alot, even if he didn’t say that expressly, had made Kingsley nervous. Especially when he had no idea what her character truly was. She wasn’t in The Order, that much Kingsley knew, so could she even be trusted?

“Muggle literature?” Kingsley almost gasped. It was hard to get rid of years of pureblood ideals sometimes. Still, Kingsley was incredibly open to the topic. If could be a way to impress his muggleborn friends and it would be something new to read. “I haven’t, but they sound quite interesting. ‘Mark Twain’ and ‘Charles Dickens’, they sound like interesting fellows. Though, why would things be different now if we’d read them?”

“I don’t think he could, even though he certainly knows all the bad things there are to know about me. We’ve been friends basically ever since we were born so I never did anything without him knowing one way or another.” She smiled a little, thinking about how she wouldn’t have it any other way. “But truly Benjy is the best person I know so if he speeks that highly of you I would say it’s a pretty good reference.” It truly was, Benjy and her rarely disagreed about the nature of people. Maybe both of them tended to see the good in everybody a little too much but at the same time wasn’t that the only right thing to do even now? People were never black or white.

The expression he showed when she started to talk about muggle literature only got him a slight raise of the eyebrows from Charity’s side. She herself was raised with quite some of the pureblood values and when she had started reading muggle books she had seen similar looks quite a lot, not only by those who actually were against muggles but also just by those who like her were raised this way. As long as people were willing to keep an open mind she understood and clearly he was willing to try something new.

“Yes, I started reading muggle literature at a pretty young age, my parents gave me a similar look at first but I was lucky enough for them to put tradition aside and allow me.” She explained, after all it was a bit of a rarety for a pureblood to be that familiar with muggle culture. “They truly are and reading their things easily shows you how similar muggles and wizards truly are after all. We always concentrate on differences instead of what we have in common, I’ve always wondered about that. And then there is the part where they’re brilliant storytellers and I wouldn’t want to keep the Adventures of Huckleberry Finn from anyone. I could give you my copy if you’re interested? I mean maybe it doesn’t tick all your boxes but I still believe that it’s worth the time for sure, it will also do a good job distracting you a little.”

[mushi-and-junior]

d&d alignments: LAWFUL GOOD [1/9]

Lawful Good characters believe that laws exist to further the public good, and that fairness and equality before the law are necessary for good to truly exist. Order is a vital part of good, not for its own end, but because when people act arbitrarily, they will often harm each other, intentionally or unintentionally.

[charitysbvrbage-blog]

rewrite the stars || benjy & charity

[charitysbvrbage-blog]

xbenjyfenwick:

Benjy could feel Charity trembling, in that instant he hated himself for doing that to her, he had promised that never again was he ever going to make her go through something like almost dying on her. This time he had been away, it had been in a deserted hallway where he had almost died. Maybe that would’ve been worse. This time he had not being as selfish as to wish he would see her face one last time, he had  gathered all his strength to stop himself from apparating home and bleeding out in front of her. It had helped that he had a job to do, finding Millicent, getting her to safety. But even if he had not wanted to admit it there had been a split second where he truly believed that would be the place where he died. He had been so badly wounded that as he had rested his head against that wall, Benjy brought the image of Charity so that it would be his last thought. Of course Arthur had saved him, and no one had to know how close he had been to dying. 

He had made it home because he had promised Charity that he was not going to die out there, the hardest thing he had to do was telling her the truth about his involvement in The Order, he thought he had lost her then, never again. He had made the trip home and now as he held her in his arms he wondered how on earth he had been so stupid as to ever be apart from her. Benjy had never been the kind of person to think things through, he had always rushed head first, never stopping to think about the consequences. And then one day everything had changed. Sure he still got in situations that were far above his level, but now the stakes were higher. It wasn’t as if he had some sort of death wish, but he had never minded dying for those he was meant to protect. Until today. Today he had been stubborn about not dying, about coming back to her.

A smile made its way to his tired face when Charity gave him a kiss, it was like she was giving him enough energy to stay standing up straight, well mostly leaning all his weight on her, so when she softly pushed him away it felt like the support beams keeping a building up had been taken away. Still he didn’t falter, the last thing he needed was for Charity to truly see how hurt her was, it wasn’t that he was keeping things from her, never again he had promised, but there was nothing to worry about. ❝Yes ma’am❞ he had jokingly said at her stern voice, Charity sounded so professional, like such a grown up, Benjy could not help but smile. ❝Not all of it its mine…❞ Benjy said before making a face, he had not make it better with that comment, the blood on his clothes was a combination of many things, it was mostly dry, but there was some fresh one there too, he was hesitant to let Charity see his wounds, while Arthur had done a more than stelar job at healing him, Benjy knew that when Charity wanted something she was going to get it, and he was certain she would somehow find something wrong with him and sent him to the hospital. 

Benjy took off his robes and threw them at the sofa, where he watched them slid and fall to the floor, oh well he could pick them up later. He then started to unbutton his shirt as Charity went to get him a glass of water. Something was off. Even if she wasn’t in his direct line of sight Benjy felt something wrong. The kind of feeling that comes from being close to someone, not in the way friends, or best friends are close, but of people who grew up together, who could recognize heartbeats and breather patterns. Benjy walked towards the kitchen and his uneasy feeling was confirmed. ❝Chari…❞ Benjy said in a worried tone and rushed to her side, ❝hey… hey… Charity… it’s okay…❞ he said in a soft voice reaching out to embrace her, he placed a kiss on her forehead. ❝Chari…❞ he whispered, ❝I’m here…❞ 

For some reason Charity apparently had a a bad habit of surrounding herself with unreasonably brave people, people who were so protective over those they loved and the society they all lived in that they were more than willing to lose their lifes for that goal. It was just as admirable as it was heartbreaking, especially to the young girl who had already lost so much at an age where life was still supposed to be simple and kids carefree. The thing was that she understood, therefore frustratingly turning condemning Benjy for that kind of behavior into her being terribly hypocritical. But by now probably almost all of these way too young kids had understood that while dying was horrible, losing those who mean everything to you and being the one who had to live on, to fight on, was even harder. Most days Charity was able to keep all the fear at bay, to rationalize everything in her life to a degree where fear wasn’t a relevant factor anymore.

Right now what she needed to do was to take care of Benjy’s wounds that were, without a doubt, much more severe than he was trying to let on. He always down played his hurts, trying not to worry her too much but she knew him well enough to clearly see the pain in his eyes. The fact that he was still trying to joke around only confirmed that, it was all a painful reminder of the last time he had showed up with serious injuries. This time he wasn’t as close to death as that last one but who knew how it had been before he had gotten patched up. The fact that he was even here and not in a hospital? That was probably where she was going to take him next, if she could just keep moving.

Only that was easier said than done as things started to catch up to her. Sleep deprivation had probably done it’s part to add to the entire mix but the feeling of utter helplessness that had risen after the takeover of the ministry and now the added feeling of panic over living through the fear of losing the single most important person in the world to her over and over. She didn’t even hear his steps, the first thing she realized, that actually got through to her was his voice as he took her into his arms. They had been through this a bunch of time, Benjy holding her through her reliving losing her family over and over and she knew this all too well, knew the soothing words, the feeling of his lips on her forehead. As it had many times before his presence drew her back into reality, though she was still shaking and there were still tears rolling over her face.

Desperation filled her eyes as she looked at him and his words really got through to her. He was here, yes. Right now, he was here and he was alive and they were together. Nobody could really promise either of them a tomorrow but right now? Right now she wanted to be as close to him as possible. If somebody would ask her how she wanted to spend the last days of her life she wouldn’t really know what to answer but she knew she’d want to spend them with him. Her arms basically moved on their own accord as she placed them around his neck and moved closer to him, until she more or less sat on his lap in an attempt to be as close as possible. “You’re the most important person in the world to me, you know that, right?” Her voice was still shaky but she had never been more sincere in her entire life.

Looking at his face she felt like her heart could burst, there were so many feelings, most of them she couldn’t even begin to understand but the most predominant one being love. She had never loved anyone that much before, he was family but he was also so much more than that. Opening her mouth she wanted to tell him just that, tell him how she felt but somehow she just couldn’t find the right words. “You have to stay with me, I could never live without you, never.” It was the truth, she knew that. If he would be gone, so would she. “I mean... I love you, I love you so much.”