sing me to sleep

cora goyle. 25. former slytherin. hit witch.

[coragoyle]

ofmolly‌.

         Though she might not have the ability to do anything about it anymore, Molly was still trained in seeing and assessing injuries. She hadn’t realized that she was staring at the bruise at the girl’s head, until she spoke to her, pulling her out of her thoughts. “ Well, it’s certainly no little injury, ” she began, continuing to make her way to the restaurant where she was about to stop in for a cup of tea. “ But it is healing well. You’re taking all of your potions and the like, I assume. ” She was tempted to make a comment that muggles had plenty of studies as to why cigarettes were bad for your health, but stopped and smiled softly. “ But I’m glad it feels better than it seems. ”

    She knew it looked worse with the contrast of purple, blue and green against her pale skin. Cora was reconsidering the whole not hiding it with make up but at this point, it was too late. She eyed the girl for a moment when she brought up the potions and then nodded as she finished her cigarette and put it out to throw the butt away. “Yeah otherwise I wouldn’t be able to get out of bed. I’m still sore but not as bad as it would be without them. Are you a healer?” 

[coragoyle]

ashlongbottom‌.

that was probably true, one of the first honest things cora had ever said to him. that didn’t make him feel any better. “alive doesn’t mean okay and you know it.” he wasn’t sure why he cared, just that he still did. “you’re right. wallowing in bed is bad, unless you’re still healing. but at the very least, you’re here. now get something that isn’t firewhiskey and eat.” as if to punctuate his sentence, ash took a sip of butterbeer. hypocrite. he’d also come here to get food, but he wasn’t eating either.

   She remained silent for a moment when he said that. She couldn’t argue with that but if she was honest now that her parents weren’t still trying to bug into her life, she’s probably been the most okay she’s ever been. Though, that wasn’t something she was going to disclose to him because he didn’t deserve to sit there and have to listen to her sob story. She cleared her throat and straightened in her seat as she took another drink. She wanted to mend this relationship but did she deserve to have someone so kind in her life after what she had done to him? “You wanna share something?” 

[leeseyoungs]

[coragoyle]

ashlongbottom‌.

that wasn’t what ash was expecting but in reality, he hadn’t know what he was expecting. bring in and ministry implied auror but ash wasn’t sure if he would believe that she worked for the government. “that sucks,” he said after a second of choosing his words. he’d lost his magic too, but losing his hadn’t been nearly that bad. “you’re okay, though, right? didn’t like, escape from saint mungo’s when you should still be in a hospital bed?” 

   “I didn’t escape.” She said with a slight chuckle. “Though I probably should still be in bed but I figured laying in bed wallowing in self pity was just the worse option. Plus, I haven’t really had time to go get food and so here I am.” She explained, “I’m alive.” She repeated, “Currently on leave from my job though.. I’m not sure if I should be worried that I might get fired or something.” 

[coragoyle]

ofpcrkinscn‌.

“good ––– because it looks fucking horrible.” stefan said as he looked over at the woman. he was taking a break from serving drinks to assholes and had walked outside to get some fresh air. the man watched her as she blew out the smoke. “what happened?”

   Cora finished her cigarette and put it out, making sure to toss the butt in the near by trash can. She made a face and shrugged. He wasn’t wrong but she had no energy to cover it up with make up. “That’s not even the worst of it.” Her baggy clothes easily covered the bruises underneath and glanced over at him. He looked familiar but then again, she did come to this bar quite often. “I lost my magic in the middle of a fight. I was told that I’m lucky this was all I got.” 

[coragoyle]

ashlongbottom‌. 

for half a second, he considered leaving it at that. he wouldn’t ask and she wouldn’t tell him and they could both enjoy their time spent in the pub without incident. but he just couldn’t not ask. it wasn’t in his blood. he’d been raised to help people and be nice and, upon closer inspection, cora did seem to mean it. she also had a bruise on her head that made him curious. “don’t do that,” he said, rolling his eyes. “don’t apologise if you don’t mean it and don’t discredit it if you do. your words matter, don’t downplay them.” with a sigh, he considered her words, considered the wand in his backpack that wouldn’t do him any good. his magic was gone and he could take his frustration out on her but it wasn’t worth it. he had more important things to worry about. “it’s fine. hogwarts was a long time ago. it doesn’t matter anymore.”

it took a few moments longer before the waiter returned with his drink and, after taking a sip, he said, “nice bruise, by the way. wanna tell me how you got it?”

Cora peeked up at him when he started speaking. She was half expecting him to leave or tell her to shut up. Both reasonable reactions. She had decided to order a firewhiskey when the waitress brought him his butterbeer. Was it fine? She wanted to tell him to yell at her but would that make everything okay? She couldn’t tell him how to feel but Cora felt like she had gotten off any negative retaliation too easily. She bit her bottom lip and let out a shaky sigh as she pushed her hair back and out of her face. She looked up when her firewhiskey was placed in front of her. Lately alcohol had been another thing she used to just get away from it all.  She grabbed her glass and took a sip as well, setting it down. Cora cleared her throat, “I was about to bring in one of the ministry’s most wanted when I lost my magic.” She responded, “They said I was lucky he let me live.” She took another drink and set down the glass. “I’m not sure if to be happy or sad that I lost my magic yet.”

[coragoyle]

ashlongbottom‌.

being polite was different than being nice. ash knew that for a fact. being an adult meant you had to know when to not be cruel or rude just because you didn’t like someone. it wasn’t being two faced, it was simply keeping your attitude in check. but he wasn’t sure if he invited cora over because there was still some part of him that was reminded of her presence in his life. they’d never been friends, he’d only thought they had been but it had been her using him. that wasn’t something he had been prepared for. while a waiter came around, he’d lost whatever hint of appetite he’d found and just ordered a butterbeer. so much for eating. when the waiter was gone, he replied, rather coldly, “i offered you a seat to be polite. this is a table for four and i am one person. that doesn’t mean we have to talk. in fact, i’d prefer if you didn’t, cora.”

  There it was. Cora was used to disappointing people. After all, she had disappointed her parents most of her life but this stung worse. She was always used to evident anger. Punching, hitting, screaming but this hurt worse than any of that and in that moment, she almost wish he would scream at her. Tell her to fuck right off. Anything but this. She nodded and she couldn’t blame him. She swallowed the lump in her throat. She knew he had said that he didn’t want her to talk but she had to say something. “That’s fair.” She replied in a hushed tone. “I don’t blame you for still being angry at me. You have every right to be.. it’s not worth anything but.. I’m sorry, Ash.”    He didn’t have to accept her apology but she needed to say it. 

[vanish]

[coragoyle]

ashlongbottom‌.

it wasn’t every day that ash forgot to eat but it was becoming more and more common again. usually he had something lying around that he could pick at, ice cream or cereal or a cauldron cake he bought awhile ago. he wasn’t sure if there was anything in them that could go bad, but if there was, it was probably long since spoiled. it was the only reason he left his apartment that day, a marker tucked behind his ear so he could update his to do list; his arms were currently covered in ink, like drink water and eat. 

well, the water part probably wasn’t going to be happening today but he’d at least made it downstairs from his flat and into the leaky cauldron. it was pretty busy and he had trouble finding a table, and that’s with the fact that he knew about all the ones that people avoided for various reasons: the legs were uneven or the wood in the chairs were splintering. it took him a minute but he managed to snag a table and when he did, he noticed an familiar face, looking for someplace to sit. “you can join me,” he called over the quite din. “plenty of room.”

It didn’t take very long for Cora to finish her cigarette and push herself to walk into the Leaky Cauldron. She tried to be respectful when it came to smoking. She was trying to quit but after everything that had happened in such a short amount of time, any attempts to do so flew out the window. Cora dusted herself off as she walked inside and noticed most places were occupied until she locked eyes with someone.  She hadn’t seen him in what felt like ages. It had been years since they had graduated Hogwarts and well, the age difference sure didn’t help the situation. Suddenly Cora could feel herself getting anxious and her heart sank. She recalled how she had used him and how he was the only reason she even passed Herbology years ago. Had he forgotten or had he forgiven her? Either seemed plausible but she wasn’t sure which it was. Cora hesitated before stepping forward and slowly sitting down next to him. “I didn’t think it’d be this crowded..” She started and looked down, avoiding eye contact for a moment. “It’s been a while.” This was awkward and suddenly she was regretting it but he deserved an apology. She wanted to right this. He didn’t deserve the grief she had put him through.

[coragoyle]

   The bruise on her head was still pretty evident. Her other injuries were hidden but she was sore and in pain. She had heard about people losing their magic but she never figured she’d be one of them. Cora sat outside a restaurant with a cigarette in hand. She knew she needed to eat but didn’t have the energy to go shopping. She could feel someone staring at her, “It’s not as bad as it looks. Trust me.” She responded as she took a drag of the cigarette and then blew out the smoke slowly.  

[coragoyle]

☄ HOMENUM REVELIO ╱ is that CORA GOYLE? the HOGWARTS SLYTHERIN alumni is the TWENTY FIVE year old child of GREGORY AND LEEANE GOYLE. with the rumours of political unrest, it’s not surprising that the ministry is keeping a close eye on everyone, but especially the HIT WITCH, considering that they are known to be quite MANIPULATIVE. but if you ask their friends, you might hear that they have a PROTECTIVE side to them. according to our records they identify as FEMALE (SHE/HER), they HAVE lost their magic. CW: ABUSE MENTION

name: Cora Lenae Goyle  age: 25 sexuality: Bisexual former house: Slytherin  patronus: Bat pet(s): Black Male Cat (Nyx)  occupation: Hit Witch  Being Gregory’s daughter was never an easy thing. Cora grew up in an abusive household because her parents never really wanted to be parents in the first place and they only stayed together because divorce was never an option. Cora had to learn to be a chameleon from a young age. This taught her how to be manipulative as well and figure out ways to get what she wanted when she wanted. Her relationship with her parents can easily be described in one word. Fake. Cora has always believed both of her parents are extremists and bigots. She doesn’t share the same ideals they do but she knew better than to speak against them while growing up in their household. She did once when she was younger and she remembers not being able to sit for three days and she had a busted lip for a week from the slap she also got from her mother. Her parents relationship is odd since her mother is an extremely intelligent woman and her father is not intelligent at all and she believed her mother only married her father to get out of her own abusive household but she doesn’t understand why she was the way she was to her if she knew how it felt like to live in such a household. She always strove to be the ideal daughter but Cora has always been everything her parents hate. 

She was meant to be sorted into Gryffindor but begged the hat to place her in Slytherin out of fear. She knew it was only a matter of time before she got out of there and focused instead on being the best witch she could be. Cora studied hard which in turn kept her parents eyes away from her. She stayed under radar as best she could but it was hard when people had this pre-existing idea of who she was simply because of her last name. Cora had to endure abuse at home and she wasn’t going to deal with it at Hogwarts too. This caused a lot of fighting when she was in school and duels because she always stood up to people. Despite this, Cora did try to keep an open mind that not everyone was bigoted and once people proved to be trusted, she was an open book.

After Cora graduated, it proved a bit difficult to pull away from her parents despite the fact that she was capable of being on her own. They disagreed with her choice of career as they weren’t fond of the idea of their daughter getting her hands dirty. She was able to pass the tests required to go into being a Hit Witch and soon started off her career as such. The loss of magic hit her harder than she expected since it happened right in the middle of a duel with catching a criminal. She woke up in the hospital 3 days after. Cora was confused and when she asked if her parents had been notified, she was informed that they had refused to come see her.  She had lost her magic but in turn gained her freedom. It’s taken some time to adjust but Cora is slowly learning how to enjoy her life away from the abuse and away from her parents but still, a part of her misses them as strange as it is. She is lost without her job though and has been trying very hard to keep herself busy one way or another. 

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