dum spiro, spero

hit wizard. 22. ravenclaw. the order.

[dirk--cresswell]

spare-sister​:

She blushed a bit as she looked at Dirk. She probably sounded absolutely like a child asking every question under the sun about something she’d already put her name in for. She probably should have done some research before hand but she wanted to prove herself. “Would it surprise you to know I put my name in the first day.” she said laughing a bit nervously. Maybe she was being reckless but she’d just blame that on the fact that must of her friends resided in the most reckless house on campus.

“Not really,” Dirk smirked. “I think you’d do rather well actually.” It was exciting to hear that Violet had put her name in. “Y’know it takes brains to do those tasks, Vi. Somethin’ you got a lot of.” Her bravery almost made him want to put his name in too. Though, he’d much rather root for someone on the outside. He was way too competitive to try his hand at the event. It would consume him and be a distraction at best. “Though, I do hope ya know to be careful.” Recklessness didn’t always end well.

[psycholestrange]

Did you miss me|1970s

[psycholestrange]

dirk–cresswell

Too consumed with his studies, Dirk appeared to have little interest in the tournament. Though, people that knew him knew he’d put his name in, unable to resist the tempation of such an excellent adventure, even at the expense of his grades. The Ravenclaw was out like many other nights, snuck out and under the stars observing the constellations. He was a little surprised when he saw Rabastan, nearly dropping the Astronomy book he was holding. With all the excitement surrounding the announced names, he assumed the former Hufflepuff would have been busy, surrounded by his excited school mates. A soft blush colored his cheekbones as he stood frozen in place where he was, unable to move.“Rab…” Dirk managed to squeak out, his voice breaking in the process. “Congratulations.”

Rabastan chuckled at his squeaky voice moving closer to the Ravenclaw. “ Thank you. Though I would have liked a congratulatory kiss instead.” He teased. “  I hope you will be rooting for me instead of your housemate, don’t know if I could do well if you aren’t.” He said cupping his face. “ But you didn’t answer my question, did you miss me, Dirk?”

[dirk--cresswell]

A kiss? Did Rab still even like him? Surely, his family wouldn’t approve of him fraternizing with muggleborns––and such a proud, outspoken muggleborn at that. “Oh...I didn’t think you’d want one...” Dirk found himself blushing and trying to look anywhere other than the other young wizard. “I’m sure you’ll do well.” Dirk assured. “I know how clever you are. You don’t need my help...” But Guin was clever too. He remembered, silently hoping she’d bring in the win for  Hogwarts.

“Miss you...” Dirk gawked for a moment before letting out a soft chuckle. “You mean after you got expelled?” He teased, trying to avoid the question.

[elle-stuart]

Yule Ball Nerves.

Victoria stood in the cold stone hallway that led up to great hall where the ball was about ready to start. She was supposed to meet Fenrir at the bottom of the staircase in 5 minutes, but she paced the floors in a sort of panic. “You there!” She yelled at the student walking by her, without paying any attention to whom it was. “Does this dress look okay? My hair isn’t to much? The red matches the dress, correct?” The questions spilled out of her mouth quickly, as she tried her best to look as perfect as she could. She had never felt much confidence in herself, and knowing that some of the attention would be on her as she entered the hall was eating away at her. 

“I mean…I just felt like everyone would be in green from my house…and Fenrir would obviously be wearing red….and I figured we should match.” She closed her eyes in an attempt to calm herself, while taking a deep breath. “Sorry.” She mumbled before opening her eyes, and giving the person she stopped a moment to answer and take in her slight mental break down that was happening in front of them and giving herself a chance to realize whom she stopped. 

[dirk--cresswell]

Dirk looked over at the girl in the pretty red dress and quickly put out his cig against the stone of the castle. He tucked the bud behind his ear as he approached her, questions already being fired at him one after the other. Was he meant to answer all of them? “Uh––” She looked familiar but he could’ve sworn she was a year younger than he was. The name was slow to come to him but he finally realized who she was when she mentioned Fenrir. Victoria. When she finally allowed him to speak, Dirk gave her a pleasant, lazy smile. “I like red.” He preferred his own house colors of course, but anything would have looked nice on Victoria. She was so pretty after all. 

“Ye seem nervous?” Dirk scratched his head. “Ya shouldn’t be y’know. Ye look...beautiful.”

[dirk--cresswell]

dirk cresswell • yule ball

[psycholestrange]

Did you miss me|1970s

Rabastan wasn’t surprised when his name came out of the Goblet, there was no one else in his whole damn school worthy of their name coming out. He had spent the whole night celebrating in the forbidden forest, before retiring to Beauxbaton’s carriage when he saw someone causing him to stop in his tracks.

“ Dirk Cresswell, it has been a while.” He smirked crossing his arms over his chest. “ Did you miss me?”

@dirk–cresswell​

[dirk--cresswell]

Too consumed with his studies, Dirk appeared to have little interest in the tournament. Though, people that knew him knew he’d put his name in, unable to resist the tempation of such an excellent adventure, even at the expense of his grades. The Ravenclaw was out like many other nights, snuck out and under the stars observing the constellations. He was a little surprised when he saw Rabastan, nearly dropping the Astronomy book he was holding. With all the excitement surrounding the announced names, he assumed the former Hufflepuff would have been busy, surrounded by his excited school mates. A soft blush colored his cheekbones as he stood frozen in place where he was, unable to move.“Rab...” Dirk managed to squeak out, his voice breaking in the process. “Congratulations.”

[spare-sister]

“So what exactly goes on in these. I mean I know the professor says there are three events and a dance but what other structures are there. Are there similar events.” Violet was asking mostly herself while she thought she was alone in the library. “And are we expected to keep up with our studies. I wonder how it’ll work out for Drumstrang and Beauxbaton. Are they joining us” she was just so curious this year. Even if people didn’t notice her as much as other people in her year or house she still saw herself as a highly competitive person when she was interested and learning of this new event had the young girl very interested.

[dirk--cresswell]

The tournament had everyone excited. It was all anyone could talk about day or night. The events that were beginning to unfold were distracting to put it lightly but Dirk still sat quietly reading, like he did on most days. He enjoyed keeping Violet company, even when the two of them didn’t have much to discuss. “Hmm?” The young Ravenclaw looked up from his book he quirked a brow. Violet seemed to have a lot of questions about the games and rightfully so. Dirk was curious too. “Oh. Guess we’ll just have to wait and see?” He closed his book. “You...thinking of putting your name in?”

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greyxmoon​:

It was slightly amusing to Fenrir. The fact was he was practically animalistic even as a human so he could smell fear. He could hear that tiny quiver in the back of someone’s throat when they were afraid. It amused him though. Dirk Cresswell could handle Rabastan Lestrange, but Fenrir Greyback made him squirm. “I don’t bite, little one…” He whispered against his ear before taking the cigarette he had snatched and took a drag off of it. He grimaced slightly at the small burn in his throat and down to his lungs. He didn’t see the benefits of smoking. He took the cigarette and gently placed it between Dirk’s lips. He was definitely flirting, but why he wasn’t entirely sure. 

With the elephant of information dropped into the alley almost like a bomb, Fenrir’s wicked grin almost grew to even bigger proportions. He chuckled slightly, flicking his tongue off the top of his teeth. “You are surprised… even more so then I expected.” He shook his head slightly at the question and shrugged his shoulders. “It was what he wanted. Who was I deny him?” 

The warm breath that caressed his ear so delicately, made the hit wizard shiver but he didn’t cower away.Watching Fenrir take a drag of the cigarette, Dirk’s lips fell open in awe. After a moment, with an almost gentle touch, the man placed the cigarette back in his mouth. There it hung, loosely placed between lips, the smoke rising up and circling between them. “But that’s not true, is it, Fenrir?” Dirk corrected quietly, head tilted to the side as he regained his composure, if only for a moment. “Apparently you do...bite.”

But it was difficult to keep his composure when he suddenly felt so angry, so lost. Of course he was surprised. Though he could easily understand Fenrir’s desire to bite someone, he couldn’t understand Rabastan’s desire to be bitten. As he understood it, the bite had condemned wizards to a life of shame and incredible, inescapable pain. They weren’t treated like proper wizards, they were feared as beasts that had to be controlled and watched. Taking the cigarette from his mouth he crushed it against the wall he was pushed against and flicked it down the alleyway. “If he’s your little wolf, should you know what he’s up to?” Dirk’s heart ached and he felt deeply bitter. Rab probably hadn’t even mentioned him to Fenrir. Maybe it had been hopeless tyring to get through to him. “Or are you here just to gloat?”

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moonyrlupin​:

Remus was buzzing with excitement as he waited for him to taste what his drunk mind thought was the best thing in the world. He pouted softly at his reaction, how could he not know how amazing it was? He was missing out. “ I guess I understand, I am a chocolate lover all the way, everything about it is appealing to me, or maybe I did have too many drinks tonight.” He laughed.

Remus knew the ministry wouldn’t hire from if they knew what he was and he wasn’t going to risk them finding out so he decided to freelance and he loved making the decision when to work. “ I love curses. They are like little puzzle pieces that need to be fixed. The leg work, researching and testing is so interesting to him.

“Nothin’ wrong with a little fun, Rem.’ Dirk assured with a friendly smile.

Hoping to change the subject away from the chocolate bar he most certainly wasn’t going to eat the rest of, Dirk tried his best to ask Remus about his job. Something so difficult should have been easy to be proud of after all. “What’s the trickiest curse you’ve ever broken?” 

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psycholestrange​:

Dirk was too sweet for his own good, even without the potion he was choosing to spent his time with Rabastan when anyone could see that it would end horribly. “ Oh I don’t think this is something you can help with, Dirk.” He said, he  must have dragon pocks, or something to make him act oddly, or maybe being around the potion has effected him as well.

“ That is good, my feelings would be very hurt to learn I am not always as handsome and lovely as I think.” Deciding to push away the odd reaction he would enjoy the rest of the time he had with him, until the potion wore off. “ There are plenty of things you can do to make it better, you are smart, I’m sure you will figure something out.”

Dirk smiled softly, his eyes trailing down to Rabastan’s lips. There certainly were ways to make him feel better. But was it okay to touch him again? To be close to him? Only one was to find out. Moving closer to the other wizard, he knealt between the dark wizard’s legs. Gentle hands held Rab’s face as thumbs brushed over the soft, dark stubble along his jaw. Dirk tenderly looked into pretty brown eyes, his heart racing at such a lovely sight. The fire seemed to illuminate the dark irises turning them to a vibrant amber color that was warm and inviting.

“Something like this?” Brushing his lips overtop Rabastan’s, Dirk teased him gently before placing a kiss upon his lips. Whatever pain that still lingered in his body from the curse became a dull ache, his mind focused instead on pleasing the man now in front of him.  

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justxlestrange​:

Rodolphus tilted his head to the side. He wasn’t entirely sure why Dirk Cresswell had taken to dislike for him. In fact, they had worked very well together. Surely Rod had done nothing suspicious while they worked together. Now though, breathing seemed suspicious so he could understand it. “Actually, I am quite well. Much better than I have been, thank you.” He reached forward to place his hands on the desk and leaned against it slightly. “You look rather well yourself, aside from your little habit.” 

His little habit, as Rodolphus so kindly put it, was the one thing from Dirk’s poor muggle past he’d brought with him into the wizarding world. He knew it was bad for him and a filthy habit, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop. Part of him didn’t care what it did to him so long as it calmed his nerves in the moments he needed it. Ignoring the quip, he inhaled a drag of the coffin nail and nodded. “Sounds like you’ve made an excellent recovery.” Dirk had read the Prophet and knew the other wizard had suffered through quite the tragedy. Not only had he taken a beating to near death, his family had been murdered. “But I’m sorry for your loss. You have my condolences.”

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greyxmoon​:

Could he turn little Dirk Cresswell? Then again, how would making him part of the pack keep him away from Rabastan? Or perhaps Rabastan should turn him? No… this still all involved keeping him around. Fenrir wasn’t the best at evil plots. His only true solution to anything was biting people. Whether that be to turn them or to maul them. “Hmm… nighttime is lovely though so I don’t begrudge you.” His eyes lifted up to look at the sky for a moment. It was almost shielded, but there was a little bit up there. 

As Dirk asked who his little wolf was, Fenrir’s eyes widened. He scrapped his teeth along his bottom lip and clicked his tongue. “You don’t know… how sad.” He mumbled, leaning down to snag the cigarette from Dirk’s fingers. “You know these are bad for you…?” He grinned. He could see why Rabastan would sleep with him. He was kind of adorable. “Lestrange, Rabastan Lestrange is my little wolf.” 

“It is, isn’t it?” The hit wizard might have sounded a bit too nervous and he regretted opening his mouth in an attempt at snark. Dirk felt his cheeks redden as Fenrir drew nearer him and snatched away his cigarette. The not so subtle cheek of the werewolf flustered him. There was something almost flirty about how dangerously close the other man got to him. Used to being one of the smartest people in the room, Dirk didn’t like being the only one to not know something. It made his skin crawl. 

Not wanting to give Fenrir the satisfaction of reacting to the rather shocking news, Dirk simply looked away down the alley and tried to contain the flurry of thoughts suddenly racing through his head. So this was the person Rabastan had been seeing, the reason for Rab’s aloofness on the subject of exclusivity. It all made sense now and it was probably painfully obvious by his expression that he’d only just connected the dots. “You...” How was he even suppose to respond? Was such a thing even true? Had Fenrir really taken that chance? Trying not to let the sudden news break his heart, he tried to remain as distant from it as he could. “You infected him? Why?”

[dirk--cresswell]

psycholestrange​:

Rabastan sat ignoring him for a moment, he needed to think about what was happening to him. He always got pleasure and enjoyment from tutoring someone, it was one of his favorite things in the world and yet he couldn’t with Dirk. It hurt him to see Dirk in pain, for some reason and it was driving him insane. “ You have nothing to be sorry about, at least not as of now, this must be a problem on my part.” He mumbled. 

He groaned looking over at Dirk, he would put what was wrong out of his mind, he would have to speak with Rodolphus about it, or maybe Fenrir to understand, had he lost his love for murder and violence? He hoped not. “ Are you saying I don’t always look lovely?” He teased softly. “ I am happy to be with you as well, Darling.”

“I wish I could help...” While Rabastan was hurting like this, Dirk felt so small and helpless. To see his love suddenly so distant made him want to get all the more closer. Why was he so upset? What could he do to fix it? It hurt seeing him like this. “There’s nothing wrong with you,” the wizard assured gently. “Nothing could ever be wrong with you...” He was perfect.

“Of course not,” He assured fondly. Dirk reached for Rabastant weakly, his hand resting atop the others delicately. “You always do look lovely.” Daring to move closer, he weakly leaned his head against the other’s and closed his eyes. “I wish I could make it better somehow,” he mentioned softly, his voice still hoarse. “Make you feel better...”

[dirk--cresswell]

spare-sister​:

She knew he’d be able to follow better than some people. He understood her babies like very few other people did so she didn’t even think to slow as she explained the properties to him. She gave a smile. “I was the one that brought the dittany in so I’m able to give cuttings out as I see fit and I know you’d take good care of her,” she said as she knelt down to take the cutting. “Now if I hear your mistreating her I will steal her back from you and you won’t set foot in one of these greenhouses again.” she said wagging her finger playfully trying to make it obvious she was joking with him. 

Dirk, like a kid in a candy shop, was properly excited about receiving one of Violet’s cuttings. There was surely nowhere else he would be able to get better dittany–with of course maybe the exception of St Mungo’s. But even then, the young Ravenclaw’s had to have rivaled it in size and health. He watched as Violet began to remove a cutting for him, his smile widening. “Of course.” he chuckled. “You can come to visit her. Just stop by anytime, yeah? I bet you could use a spot of tea now and again anyway.”

[dirk--cresswell]

harpieshestia​:

Hestia didn’t even what to think what would have happen if she didn’t go out with Dirk today, if she was alone. But either of them could have been the target with the jobs they had, or due to her being a blood-traitor or him being a muggleborn. She chuckled, running her fingers through her hair. “ Well I’m a jock and an auror, got to be a bit tougher than most.” She said, plus she has fallen off her broom more times than she could count as well as being in enough duels.  “ Thank you once more, I don’t feel like I was knocked off my broom or hex. You could be a healer as well, a man of many hats.” She joked. “ Yes a bit hasty but it is fine.”

“Nah,” The hit wizard shook his head at the compliment, feeling hardly deserving of it. “Just some common sense stuff.” When healers finally arrived, Dirk allowed them space to work. Though he didn’t leave the room, too concerned for Hesita’s well-being to do so, he paced around his small flat puffing a cigarette. In no time at all the two had the witch’s wound’s properly dressed and patched up. If only Guin had been around. She would have ton a much better job.

After about an hour they left and Dirk was much more at ease. Now he was certain she was going to be okay. Coming back to check on Hestia, he smiled. “Up for some tea, Jonesy?”

[dirk--cresswell]

theworldaccordingtolucy​:

“ You better be, or I’ll ban you from my shop.” She teased back, he was one of her favorite customer and friends, she doubt she would ever ban him, “ You should. You work way too hard, you need a break, take a load off and enjoy the sun and the people.” She smiled. “ I hope you do come.”

“ My parents were killed, I’m not so broken up about it, they were horrible people, never cared about me, or anyone else. They probably pissed off the wrong people, I’m a little lucky that most of my friends are fine.” Probably due to most of them with a certain tattoo on their arm. “ What about you?”

“Luc I––” It was rather shocking to hear that her parents had died considering he hadn’t heard anything from the papers. But maybe they didn’t share the same namesake. Like his mother and step-father he thought bitterly.  Though it seemed she was taking it alright, rather well even. He hadn’t ever known her parents of what her relationship was to them, but it didn’t seem all that pleasant. The wizard wanted to offer his condolences but wasn’t exactly sure if he should now. Besides, talking about himself now seemed rather awkward. “I um–” he thought about it for a moment. “It’s been strange I suppose.” Dirk looked down at the book shyly as he thought about Rabastan. “I think everythin’s got me all jumbled up in the head if I’m honest...”

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chocolatexwizard​: 

“Oh, yes. Candy making is what I do best. I am also great with experimenting.” Today, Willy had made simple chocolate. Usually he experimented, searched for something bigger and better. Candy could be received anywhere, but if he added in a trick then there was something significant in it. He did feel a strike of joy though as he saw the small smile and was given the compliment. “Thank you… I am only slightly disappointed because they are boring. I prefer experiments and rarities than just boring ol’ chocolate.” 

“I wouldn’t be too down on yourself,” Dirk encouraged. "The regular chocolate is still brilliant, yeah? I don’t usually fancy many sweets and I still liked it. That outta be a good sign, yeah?” Though he didn’t know Willy well, he felt inclined to be as supportive as he could to the young entrepreneur. “I’m surprised Remus isn’t here right now eatin’ all the samples. I’m sure he’d love ‘em.”

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