bloodlines;

if we are strong enough in our souls we can rip away the veil and look that naked, terrible beauty right in the face; let god consume us, devour us, unstring our bones, then spit us out reborn;

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Remus offered the girl a small smile, finding himself nodding along in understanding. “No - it’s alright, truly. These are trying times. Everyone’s been a little on edge lately.” Twisting his lips to the side, not being able to resist the empathetic part of himself from asking, “Are you alright, miss? I mean - you weren’t harmed at all, were you?” 

Despite what he’d said, she quickly stood flitting about the store to - what he assumed - was collect his items. Unsure of what to do with himself, Remus waited a few moments for her to return fiddling with the few items at the counter. Seeing as he only needed two things - he thought she’d would be quick. But when she didn’t come back, he sought to looking for her. Noting the color of her sweater through one of the shelves, he peeked his head around, smiling once more. “You passed them you know…”

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“Yes, right.” Constance pursed her lips, feeling blood rushing into her face, inevitably making it redder than before. She quickly grabbed the ingredients he had asked for and walked up to him. “I’m sorry. Again.”

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“For the third time, no, we do not sell poison and frankly that’s quite a bold request, considering everything that has happened.” Constance felt herself losing patience with the client, a man, who had walked into the store fifteen minutes ago and consequently caused a line of people, most of whom left at this point. After she tried being firm, he perhaps sensed that the possibility of getting what he wants is quite unlikely, so he did the most reasonable thing and rushed out of the potion shop. “I’m sorry for all the waiting, but he simply couldn’t give up.” Constance turned to the person who had been standing behind the man.

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Remus winced, the snippiness in her tone taking him aback. “I honestly meant no intrusion,” he tried once more, his need to mend the situation showing. But the fact of the matter was, he was here and he didn’t intend on leaving. “I only need some dittany, and a pain reducer perhaps. I even know where they are - so you won’t need to trouble yourself much. I’ll be quick, I promise.”

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Inevitably he had noticed her slight irritation. “I’m sorry, didn’t mean to sound rude, things have just been a bit...Tense. I’m sure you know what I mean.” she pursed her lips, the attack had affected everyone in one way or another. Constance quickly got up and looked for what he needed, it was only polite. She knew exactly on which shelf she had to look, but she felt embarrassment was painted all over her face and decided to spend a bit more time looking, not facing him.

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Exactly, they’re basically sacred. Harrison held his little finger out to her. So, I would like a love potion s'il vous plaît. I’ve been thinking and I’ve come to the conclusion that not enough people adore me. Which is wrong, have you seen this jawline? I could be a God. His tone was very sarcastic. I’m joking, of course. What I really need is some unicorn horn and mistletoe berries. I’ve go Reggy back home with me and he took a bad blow with some common poison.

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Constance raised her eyebrows in surprise of his first request. Judging by a few things she had heard, he didn’t seem like someone who would want love potion. Of course, many rumors were just that- rumors, but she firmly believed there had to be some truth behind them. Nevertheless, his sarcastic tone was overtaking his voice enough for her to realise he was joking. “Well, that makes more sense, didn’t really think someone like you would need love potion.” she blushed a bit after the words came out of her mouth, hoping he didn’t misinterpret what she had said, she quickly began looking for the ingredients he asked for.

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Sofia smirked, as if the girl’s words meant nothing to her. Instead of taking the hint and walking away; she stepped inside the little shop, the sound of her heels making the wooden floor crack. After looking around, examining the vials and elements on the shelves, she turned to Constance. 

“I was actually looking for your brother. He made a disappearing act after the whole drama yesterday. Do you happen to know where he is?”

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“Not really.” Constance stood up and walked up to the counter, perhaps the only part of the shop where there was enough light to actually see the girls’ face, although she didn’t need much to recognise Sofia. “He doesn’t come around here that often.”

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Harrison had walked into the shop, his expression cool and clearly not phased by all the drama going on outside. Rolling his eyes briefly, Harrison leaned on the counter and gave Constance his best smile.

With all due respect, if you’re closed then shouldn’t the door be locked? Anyway this is super super important. Top secret too. You must pinky promise me you won’t tell your brother what i’m here to buy. 

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Constance furrowed her brows and looked at him for a second, then quickly turned her gaze back towards the candle flame she had been playing with all afternoon. She wondered if he was mocking her, or actually making a joke. Either way, she decided to ignore her intuition, whether it was right or wrong.

“Pinky promises tend to be stronger than Unbreakable Vows, so I’ll do my best.”

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Remus hadn’t exactly told anyone that he’d be venturing to Knockturn Alley that evening. It was never something he told anyone. How was he supposed to explain that obtaining potions from such a dark place would be stronger than anything St. Mungo’s could provide. His supply of Essence of Ditany was running low, and while the number of cuts and bruises he usually made to himself during transformations was much less courtesy of his friends, it didn’t mean they don’t still appear. The next full mood couldn’t arrive without him resupplying.

“Oh - oh goodness, I’m sorry then. I hadn’t realized - the door being open and all,” he stammered, his voice soft but carrying as he looked around for the source of the voice. 

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Constance ceased playing with the candle, which she had practically been doing all day, out of sheer boredom and the desire to relief some of the stress that had been taking up more space in her head than she wished it had.

“It’s alright.” she stood up and walked up to the counter “No point in kicking you out I guess, now that you’re already in.” she didn’t mean to sound rude or sarcastic, but she still felt like her mood reflected in her voice. “How may I help you?”

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September 1st. One day after the attack.

She sat quietly, hidden away at the deepest corner of the shop. It was the only place where there was peace and quiet that day. The streets were drowned by the sounds of crying and whaling, and endless talking. Everyone was leaning towards one another, discussing what had happened, each whisper coming out of their mouths, pinching her head like a needle. Constance needed to take a step back from yesterday and from everyone involved.

“I’m sorry, we’re closed.” she quickly replied, hearing the bell above the entrance ring. She should have locked the damn door.

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Quidditch world cup

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evan feigned indignation. “ what? everyone keeps their secrets, don’t tell me you don’t have one? “ 

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“On the contrary, I’m an open book, brother.” she replied, turning her gaze towards the Quidditch pitch. “So, tell me, which team am I supposed to support again?”

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Danielle Campbell

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Quidditch world cup

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“ perhaps, but i do know you are far more cunning than to be deceived by that old scoundrel. are you not? “ gone were evan’s pleasantries and feigned curtsies whenever his sister was around. her presence always meant to evan a sense of freedom; he could be whoever he is and that entails ill talking about another, constance’s employer mr. mulpepper for that matter, considering he can’t seem to do so whenever in public. as a diplomat he had a reputation to keep, of course. “ one can’t be too certain.” the older rosier replied with a faint smile. “ little do i know you may be saving this seat for loverboy whom you’re snogging behind my back, so tell me, sister, do i have anyone to torture yet? “

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Constance blushed from his allegations and playfully pushed him with her hand, all guards were easy to let down whenever she was around him. “I think you might have forgotten who your sister is in order to assume that.” she raised her eyebrows, not finding a better way to drift away from the subject.

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Quidditch world cup

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“ it’s nothing short of heart warming to see you propagating the family galleons, constance. you never fail to remind me how i take pride in having such a lovely sister, and apparently hardworking, on that. “ evan greeted his sister with a brief smile, sitting on the empty spot next to her. “ i best hope this seat isn’t taken yet, or is it? ”

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“Oh shush.” she rolled her eyes, but soon flashed him a smile. “Considering Mr. Mulpepper’s greedy temperament, it’s more likely I’m working for his Quidditch bets, or rather, the alcohol served afterwards.” Constance usually avoided talking about work and her payment, especially in front of their father, bearing in mind how heated up he could  get about it, but she had just seen someone awfully similar to her boss in the crowd, so the comment simply rolled off her tongue, without much thought placed into it. “Come on, you know the seat is practically saved for you.”

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Quidditch world cup

“There isn’t another time during the year that the shop does as well as it does whenever there are important Quidditch games. Liquid luck practically flies off the shelves.” Constance remarked as she glanced down at a group an enthusiastic gamblers, who kept on handing money to each other practically every two seconds.