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@delarosamonde
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xeno-loves:
“Ros!” Xeno called from across the great hall, hurrying to their friend and sitting next to ver at the Ravenclaw table. “How is your sister?” they asked, lowing their voice, knowing if her experience was thing thing like their own, she would be in a rocky state. “Are you okay?” Of course it should be Rosamonde questioning if Xenophilius was okay, since they were the one who had to sit through an interrogation, but of course they were trying to avoid talking bout that, and focus on how their friend was feeling.
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“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Ros looked up, alert, beyond relieved to see Xenophilius alive, in one piece, and seemingly okay. Ve worried about them, ve did, and even though ve knew that the Ministry and DMLE would have their jobs taken away if they tortured students -- ve knew they would do everything they could do to go as far as they could without crossing the line. In ver opinion? They did the moment they started interrogating students. Ve inspected them then, feeling concern bubble in their chest as ve reached out to Xeno, a soft hand on their shoulder. “I know Capucine will be fine as well, she’s probably INFURIATING them, but our parents prepared us for things like this. How are you? Are you okay? Do you want to take a walk?”
sturgispcdmcre:
Tired. Beat up. And the subject of countless bludgers, Sturgis was beat up and bruised but a little too proud to make his way to the hospital wing. So he found himself sliding into a seat in the common room, a grunt slipping as he managed to be seated. When someone strolled over, he shook his head. “Not today, not a good day…. Lots of ow, need rest, need food.”
Ros couldn’t help but smile at the sight of ver beaten up Captain, knowing that ve was the part of the reason he was so beat up. Sitting across from him, ve couldn’t help the shit eating grin spreading across ver face stretching wider. “You let your PRIDE blind you from getting help. It’s pathetic. We can’t have a Captain that won’t take care of themselves. My mums and dad brought some goodies from home for Cap and I, from France. I’ll only give you some if you come with me to the infirmary. Don’t make me go to Vance.”
“I swear to god, I’m going to kill them,” Ros went immediately to hug ver sister ( @delacapucine ), relief washing over ver like nothing ve’d ever felt before. Why they had summoned Capucine to be questioned and not ver, well, Ros could certainly figure out one of the primary reasons after what ve heard about Glenda’s interrogation. Which only added fuel to both ver anger & worry. If their parents hadn’t been at the school, Rosamonde would’ve pressed the Aurors, Hit Wixes, EVERYONE, much more than ve had. Luckily, ve depended on their parents, knew they’d protect them – but ve also knew ve couldn’t be complacent in that feeling.
One day, hopefully years away, Capucine & ver would only have each other left – sure ve loved their older brother but he’d chosen out of this life. Out of espionage, out of the Delacour way. Ve couldn’t blame him – this was hardly a childhood, much less a life, that was certain, but ve could never leave. Never choose out. Not if it meant leaving Capucine behind. Abandoning ver duty was one thing, ver sister? A whole other thing ve’d NEVER forgive themselves for.
Detaching verself from their sister, Ros couldn’t help but pace and pace and pace. Ver mind going a million miles an hour, knowing that the truth to who & what Dumbledore was needed to be set in stone, needed to be solidified & found out before they completely made up their mind about who he was. The damage it would cause to Wixen Society, for a war hero to be completely demolished by the press, the Ministry, during times like these? Hope was not easily found, whether many liked it or not, Dumbledore symbolized some sort of hope. “I’m not one to believe that Albus Dumbledore of all people was running a drug ring, but, what if he is hiding SOMETHING? I mean, of course he’s hiding something. We know why he’d be a target for the Death Eaters. But why such a scapegoat?”
glvnda:
She wished to run. She wanted her legs to take her all the way to Liverpool and further, for her to come home ( if she still had a home ), take her sister and keep running. To where, she didn’t care. Just away. Away from the bullshit in the Prophet, from the probing questions that the Aurors had asked, from the looks thrown her way, from the horrible truth that she knew. This was the mere beginning. There was so much more to come, and none of it looked particularly good.
She hadn’t gone to any of her classes, hadn’t gone to any club meetings, hadn’t been anywhere but nowhere. She walked the Hogwarts grounds until her feet bled with blisters and she felt the muscles in her leg ache. She sat at the lake, an empty notebook on her side, begging her to write. She sat at the owlery, feeding the birds treats and sending her sister letter after letter, apologising endlessly. Glenda didn’t know why she was at Hogwarts. She didn’t want to be, after all, wanted to be somewhere else. A place that’d feel safer. ( But her father had been in a safe place, and he’d still died. )
“You know what’s funny?,” she started. She was sat in the courtyard, a Herbology textbook lying on her lap for show, a cigarette dangling in her fingers. “Apparently, I’m part of a drug ring.” Eyes looked up, to keep her tears from falling. “Can you imagine? My scrawny arse? A drug dealer?” A humourless laugh spilled past her lips. “Fucking hilarious.”
“That’s actually the most absurd thing of this all, you have neither the ORGANIZATIONAL skills nor the ambition to be an important member -- or even member -- of a drug ring. You being scrawny is really only part of the reason why, definitely not the whole reason.” Rosamonde said this confidently, without teasing, as if ve’d been asked this question as part of a job interview. As part of something serious. Of course, ve recognized the melancholic tone of Glenda’s ‘jokes’, the way she’d been keeping the textbook in front of her even though she wasn’t studying. Ros wasn’t in the habit of pitying anyone or doing them favors, but, ve’d known Glenda for over six years -- it would’ve been cruel to let her be alone during a time like this.
Not that Ros wasn’t capable of being casually cruel, but, how could ve be in this situation? Glenda was rendered an orphan, her little sister subjected to the same fate, Ros knew what it was like to worry about younger siblings -- being more PROTECTIVE of Capucine than ve liked to admit for fear that someone would use it against ver ( it was a true weakness, but not one ve was ashamed of ). Lily had asked ver to keep an eye on Glenda, stay with her when ve could, so she did.
Despite the fact that Glenda wasn’t ver best friend ( hard for anyone to be a close friend when everyone was kept at more than an arms length distance ) Ros also noticed Glenda’s absence in almost everything ve did. That was one of the reasons it was so easy for ve to agree to keep Glenda company, they spent many days together, even if not on purpose, being in the same year and house. Plus, they shared a mutual love of music. “They interviewed Capucine as well, not me though, yet. I expect to be called in but it’s quite SUSPICIOUS that the majority of people they’ve interviewed have been people of color, isn’t it? And by suspicious I mean racist.”
wvndys:
“D’you want a pun?,” she wondered. “I’ve got plenty up my sleeve, and they always make me feel a tinge better. Laughter being the best medicine is bullshit, of course, but it helps.”
“A ..... pun?” Ros didn’t find puns amusing, but even more, ve didn’t find them funny. “I’ll have to PASS, Slinkhard. Maybe if you’d had an actual joke I’d be interested.”
xeno-loves:
Xenopilius was quite, quite, tipsy, and also now tripping balls. They were having quite a lot of fun doing it as well. They were fairly loud, as usual, and caught some strange looks as they stumbled about, the trees around them shifting and chaining from the effects of the drug. He was too busy looking around at everything that he didn’t even notice the log on the ground, which he proceeded to trip over. “Wow..was that log always right there?” he wondered, grinning up at the person who was luck enough to see him take a spill.
Ve rolled vis eyes the minute ve saw Xenophilius fall down, having kept an eye on him for most of the evening. It came naturally to ver, surveying vis surroundings was something ve was taught to do from a very young age. It came in handy during times like this. While ve wanted to partake in some of the drugs that were being handed out, Ros figured that ve’d be able to do it another time, when ve wasn’t being SURROUNDED by vis very inebriated peers. Finally ve walked over, bending down to Xeno’s level, “it may not have always been there but it doesn’t make a different because it still made you trip, didn’t it? Would you like a hand or are you more content being even more in tune with the earth than I imagine you are.”
my anger is no fire. it will freeze you in your tracks, and turn your blood to ice when the canals of your veins grind still. you will die in the winter of my fury, long nights when the frost sighs outwards, cracking stone, cracking bone. in my breath, the wind chill, glaciers grow in your mouth and catching apologies, they snowball. your skeleton a brittle tree shedding warmth like leaves underfoot.
you should fear the cold - a.j. (via achillics)
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The Age of Innocence (1993) dir. Martin Scorsese
She’s picking ghostflowers From her soul She’s clipping the wings Of fallen angels.
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