riptide.

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dorothymin·:

Dorothy was having trouble being alone. For years, she had prided herself on her independence, but after the attack, she couldn’t go much longer than a few hours at a time without needing the presence of someone she could trust. Tonight, it happened to be Effie. Dorothy sat at the Potter’s table, a mug of tea going cold in between her hands. Shaking her head slightly, she spoke. “You can’t blame yourself, Effie.” Her voice was low, lingering fear stealing volume. “You couldn’t have possibly known what was going to happen. None of us could have seen that coming.” Survivor’s guilt was an anchor dropped into the sea of shame. Dorothy knew firsthand what it felt like, a cloying gratitude wrapped in a sickening relief, marred all by guilt. They’d all regained their magic, in the end, but a few hadn’t made it out of the arena alive. The man’s last words seemed to hang thick over London. “I’m sure Monty is glad you didn’t have to suffer like he did.”

Effie finished cleaning up the kitchen and sat across from Dorothy with a sigh. “What would James and I have done if Fleamont had gotten hurt? I mean-- I’m fully capable of taking care of him on my own but,” Effie bit back at once. She hated thinking about what would happen to their family if they lost Monty. “I don’t want to take care of James on my own. I want Fleamont to be there the whole way. Another war is about to start, Dorothy, and a lot of us have kids now- and families. I don’t know what to do. I want to fight this go around, but I can’t leave James alone.” Effie shook her head as she stared down at her hands. “And at the same time, I’ve got to fight for Monty.”

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flcamont·:

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Fleamont had been exhausted after the rally, almost immediately falling into bed once they got home and crawling under the covers. The entire day had been far too much for Fleamont to handle, even with his auror training and the years of experience under his belt. He didn’t know how he was supposed to protect people without his magic. He didn’t know how he was supposed to protect himself. Fleamont had his arms wrapped around Effie, his lips pressed against her temple as he just kept thanking god, over and over, that he had made it home that day. “I don’t know,” he said. “But we have to be ready.” 

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Effie shook her head silently, taking in a moment that she thought for a second she’d never get to have again. “We could send James with my parents.” Effie said after some silence. She decided not to join the Order fully because she wanted to stay home and care for James. However, after the events of the day, Effie wanted to protect her husband to ensure their little family would survive the war. Effie was a stubborn, stubborn woman-- she knew Fleamont would fight her on it, but she knew that he knew Effie wouldn’t budge. “I can help you, I have the experience under my belt from the last war...”

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As soon as Michel saw Effie at the door to their hospital room, they stood up and wrapped her up in a hug. As much as they liked to act like they were tough, like they didn’t need anybody, they needed their friends, and Effie was a dear one. She had always taken him, dramatic Veela moments and all, without complaint and without hesitation. He had been terrified of never seeing her again. He had been terrified of never seeing any of them again. He sighed, pulling away and looking at her. “Ca va?” they asked, a frown on their features. “I didn’t see you there. Were you there? I hope not.” 

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Effie shook her head as she sat down at the end of Michel’s bed. “A dark aura was reported in the alley, I arrived too late to get inside.” Her lips pulled down into a frown. She only showed her emotions to a select few, Effie had a lot of friends from her travels but only few she trusted with her feelings. Michel was easily one of them, and she felt no need to hide what she’d been thinking since Fleamont returned to her. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there-- I-- I could’ve helped. Somehow.” Effie knew she would’ve lost her magic too, but she still thought she could’ve done something had she been there.

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aybiges·:

❝  nonsense  …  he  just  wanted  to  say  goodnight  to  his  teyze,  isn’t  that  right  ?  ❞  a  subtle  switch  in  vocal  intonation  shifts  attention  to  the  toddler  that  occupied  her  lap  with  little  hesitation  ─  worn  out  from  misuse  and  corroding  acid  that  had  risen  from  her  churning  belly,  her  words  are  husked  as  the  lady  of  the  house  approached  with  an  apology  and  a  gentle  laugh.  fondness  and  familiarity  soften  the  sharpness  of  her  gaze  as  euphemia  golshiri  (  now  potter,  she  had  come  to  learn  )  came  into  her  line  of  sight  and  wordlessly,  she  extended  her  hands,  full  of  precocious  child,  towards  his  mother.  unsettled  apprehension  fizzled  beneath  her  skin,  feeding  off  the  surge  of  magic  that  pulsed  from  her  core  and  she  felt  filthy,  coated  in  the  stench  of  fear  and  death  hours  after  she  had  vacated  the  imprisoning  arena.  she  should  not  be  touching  something  as  innocent,  as  precious  as  a  child  in  her  unstable  condition.  ❝  you  doing  alright,  effie  ?  ❞  the  reunion  had  been  unexpected  as  she  had  sought  out  the  auror  that  had  helped  her  to  reach  the  top  of  the  arena  only  to  meet  his  wife,  an  all - too - familiar  face  from  the  past.  ❝  can  i  help  you  with  anything  ?  i  —  i  am  too  restless  to  sit  still.  ❞

Effie was shocked when she watched her old friend thank her husband for what he did for her in the arena. Effie hadn’t seen Aybige in years, and she was more than delighted that she’d been right under Effie’s nose this entire time. She had been an avid traveller after graduation, and when she stumbled into Turkey with little money-- it was Aybige that took her in and helped her get back on her feet. Effie saw Aybige as a sister, and one of her closest and oldest friends. Motherhood had overcome Effie, and she often felt bad that she wasn’t in contact with her old friends much anymore. However, this surprise meeting would allow her to mend that. “Let me put James down first.” Effie smiled, allowing James to hug Aybige goodnight before Effie finally got him to fall asleep in his bed. She came back out with two glasses of wine and collapsed on the couch beside her friend. “What have you been up to? I’m sorry it’s been so long, I-- I should have written you.” Effie sighed. She didn’t want to talk about the rally, at least not yet. She was still processing what Fleamont and everyone else had gone through.

[effiexpotter]

Effie opened up the Potter house to anyone who needed a bit of time to recollect and didn’t feel up to being alone. The first night after the rally had started to wind down after dinner, and all the adults were in the living room with some wine telling comforting stories. Effie had nearly gotten James down for bed, but the toddler climbed out of his crib and made his way back to the living room to fling himself into someone’s lap. “Merlin, I am so sorry. He’s usually far past being ready for bed but tonight his mind is elsewhere.” Effie forced a laugh so she didn’t seem so exhausted.

[effiexpotter]

@flcamont​​ xo

She sat next to him in their bed, silently tracing random shapes into the crease of his elbow. She’d been oddly quiet since bringing him home after the rally, too consumed with all the thoughts going through her mind. Effie couldn’t believe that she allowed herself to let him go alone. And of course he wasn’t truly alone, he had Lyall with him-- but he didn’t have her there. Effie was viciously loyal to her husband, and she stubbornly believed that no one would protect him as well as she would. That no one would put everything on the line for him like she would. Effie was so angry with herself that evening, and she just held onto Fleamont a little tighter. “When do you think he’ll return?” She asked softly.

[effiexpotter]

@dorothymin​​ <3

After the big event that had been the rally, Effie opened up the Potter home to anyone who needed to recuperate and gather their wits about them. She was cooking dinner for the few people who did show up, with little James in his highchair at the dining table. Effie was rather silent that evening, which was odd considering how much of an entertainer she enjoyed being. “I just don’t know what I’d do if I had lost Monty in there.” She shook her head. “And I wouldn’t have been able to protect him because I decided it seemed harmless enough to let him go on his own.” Effie was stubborn, and headstrong-- she never would’ve let Fleamont walk alone into something like that. She couldn’t believe she hadn’t seen the signs up until arriving at the scene for its dark, mysterious aura.

[leomlarson]

Lucette was sure that she had splinched off at least half of a fingernail in her haste to apparate to the arena, but she couldn’t possibly bring herself to care. As she pushed her way to the front of a growing crowd, she could feel fatigue making all of her movements sluggish, threatening to pull her straight into the ground. She’d been perfectly fine until less than an hour ago, when her Veela magic had started to set itself off erratically – wings and fangs threatening to grow, fingers sending of sparks – and exhaustion and fear crashed into her like a giant wave. She knew immediately that the feelings weren’t really hers, though – they were coming from her twin, a byproduct of the strange empathic connection they’d always had. All of Michel’s anguish was now hers too.

“What is this? What’s going on?” she demanded to no one in particular, voice hoarse, when she made it to the front. “What the hell is everyone standing around for? My brother is in there, I need to get inside!”

[effiexpotter]

Effie had gotten a phone call about a suspicious aura looming around Diagon Alley that day. She thought nothing of it as she took the job, it was usually some poor magical creature stuck behind a shop that she’d need to call the Magical Creatures Department for. However, when she apparated to Diagon Alley, it wasn’t what she was expecting at all. There was chaos up and down the alley way, people were screaming about the rally doors being locked. Fleamont.

She pushed through the crowd to get to the door before she spotted Lucette. Effie held onto the woman gently to try to coax her. “Lucette? Love, it’s going to be okay. We’re going to get inside.” Effie tried to assure, though she was getting quite nervous herself. Her husband was in there, and she had no idea what it was that could’ve called for the doors being shut.

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@flcamont

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flcamont·:

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Fleamont was making himself a cup of tea in the kitchen as he spoke quietly to James. “That’s right, now we’re going to add the milk…” He poured it into the boiling pot. Milk! James exclaimed, and Fleamont laughed. “Yeah, that’s it, mate,” he said with a grin before pressing a kiss to James’ temple. Mama! he yelled now, and Fleamont sighed. “You and your mama, I swear. I’m just as good! Dada’s just as good!” He sighed. “But you’re right. I also want her to be home already, and I think—” He checked his watch, a heavy golden affair with lunar phases on the watch face. “She should be home any minute.” Mama! “Yeah, I know.” 

As soon as the door behind him opened, Fleamont felt James try to launch himself out of his father’s arms. “Oh, no, no, no,” he said, quickly catching James’ hand before he touched the hot grate on the stovetop. He let out a sigh of relief then looked up and grinned at Effie. “Hiya, love,” he said, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to her lips. James then pushed himself forward out of Fleamont’s arms towards his mother. “Look at this. He loves you more. I quit.” 

Effie was at the Aurology firm late that evening-- she had a particularly interesting case about some clouded, red aura looming over a client’s neighbor’s house. She wanted nothing more than to fall asleep on the couch next to Fleamont with James in their arms. “Jamie!” Effie exclaimed as she opened the door, rushing over to kiss his precious cheeks before pecking Fleamont on the lips.

“I think it’s because mama promised him cupcakes with Michel tomorrow if he promises to go to bed like a good boy tonight.” Effie grinned as she took James from Fleamont and rocked him back and forth. Her little family was her everything, and she knew she had a good feeling when she only wanted to be here with Fleamont after travelling the world. “You should hear him cry as soon as you’re out the door in the morning, little bugger acts like I didn’t carry him for nine months and fifteen days.”

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dorothymin·:

She’d decided to take a half day. Dorothy typically found herself working later into the evenings - something Michel always teased her for - but with the strained week behind her and what was sure to be a tumultuous week ahead, Dorothy wanted to take the opportunity to get some fresh air. This part of London had the prettiest houses, neat and tidy lawns creating a pleasant effect, and Dorothy was hoping to pop in on Effie, surprise her with a quick chat and catch-up before the weekend it. She was so consumed with her thoughts she hardly noticed her notebook had jostled its way out of her bag, and was about to hit the ground when –

“Effie!” Dorothy snatched her notebook out of the air and practically ran at her friend, throwing her arms around her in a hug. “Wouldn’t you know, I was just on my way to come say hello, and here you are, saving me,” she said, pulling away with a grin on her face. “And hello to you, too, sir,” she cooed, leaning over James’s stroller to wave at the boy. “Where were you headed? Mind if I join you?”

Effie grinned and hugged Dorothy tightly. Between work and taking care of James, it was hard for her to find time for herself to hang out with her friends. She did miss Dorothy and Michel terribly, but she was glad they stuck around even when she chose to settle. “You know, Monty says I grew a sixth sense after having James. I knew he was about to need a diaper change about one minute before it happened.” Effie smirked, nodding as she looked down at her son who was beaming at Dorothy.

“Just out on a walk-- he gets cranky without some sun. Just like his father.” She mused. “Though I’m afraid it looks like we don’t have much sun today.” Effie sighed, it was almost winter now and she already missed the sun filled days. Summer had always been her favorite season, it was always filled with travel.

[delacoeurx]

[ @effiexpotter ]

Michel was sitting crosslegged on top of a covered trash can—all the nearby benches were taken—sucking on a flavor-changing lollipop and watching people fighting it out over the fliers. They supposed they should be making a report about this, but frankly, they were just too tired. If the French Ministry was really interested, they would have other ways of finding out this type of public information without needing a spy to get it for them. Michel decided that they were going to be taking the day off from that moment before. 

That was why, when Effie arrived with James, they immediately jogged over. “Hey, Eff, today might not be the best day to bring James here,” they said, gesturing behind them to where one discussion seemed to be getting particularly heated. “Do you need something? I could get it for you. You can take James home.” 

[effiexpotter]

It was getting late and after James’ tantrum, Effie had yet to make dinner and Fleamont was due home at any time now. So she brought James along to the Three Broomsticks to see if they could grab some take away and have it set out before Fleamont got home. Once she arrived with the little boy on her hip, her brow raised at the fight going on not too far from where she and her son were standing.

“We were just going to grab some take away...” Effie held James’ head to her chest, hoping to avert his eyes from the fight. “It should only be a minute.” She rocked back and forth hoping James would fall asleep after the tantrum he’d thrown just an hour ago. 

[effiexpotter]

Effie was pushing James in his stroller that gloomy afternoon, quietly humming to herself as he played with his color changing blocks. She got lucky that the aurology business she worked for had given her Friday afternoons off since having James. Her work schedule and Fleamont’s auror schedule were never easy to work around, but they’d been able to manage it well for the last two years. 

At the sight of something slipping from a passer-by’s bag, Effie was quick to cast a charm that froze the falling object in place. With her arm out, Effie let out a breath of relief once the person noticed. “That was a close call, wasn’t it?” She laughed lightly.

[driverdelight]

Will you read me that poem I love so much?

Paterson (2016)

[effiexpotter]

@flcamont

[gael-garcia]

Golshifteh Farahani in The Night Eats The World (2018)

[effiexpotter]

alright alright, here is my first baby euphemia!!-- but honestly, just call her effie bc why the heck not.

☆ ( GOLSHIFTEH FARAHANI, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER) ☆ that over there would be ( EUPHEMIA POTTER ), the ( 34 ) year old ( PUREBLOOD ) who ( DID NOT ) fight during the global wizarding war. they attended ( HOGWARTS ) and are a ( HUFFLEPUFF ) alum. which is fitting considering they are ( OPEN MINDED ), yet ( BLUNT ). they are ( NON-AFFILIATED ) and also work as an (AUROLOGIST ). every time i see them, it’s like ( RIPTIDE BY VANCE JOY ) is playing in my head. ( dark curly hair in a messy bun, clashing printed clothing & being read to before bed ). ☆

euphemia golshiri was born in Persia in 1933, her dad was a member of the wizarding law enforcement in the small town she grew up in while her mother stayed home to raise her. being an only child, effie was especially doted on by both her parents and was spoiled as much as they could afford. her father wanted to find a better opportunity for work so, in 1944, the family moved to england just in time for effie to start school at hogwarts!!

she was a near hatstall, with the sorting hat debating between putting her in either ravenclaw or hufflepuff-- she was ultimately put in the latter. effie really had no idea what the houses meant entirely since she was still new to the country, but she ended up meeting some of her closest friends at her new school.... including her future husband, fleamont potter.

effie fell in love with the divination courses that she took, and had a special knack for aurology-- the study of auras. she ended up being the divination club president from her 5th year and onward... there were never more than maybe 5 people in the club during her time in school.

after graduating, effie took some time to herself to figure out what it was she wanted to do. of course, her parents both wanted her to find a good husband and stay home with her future children-- and effie did want a family-- just not at the age of 18. so, she travelled the world to find where she wanted to make a life for herself. 

britain was always calling her name-- it was where all her friends were, and she felt lonely at the thought of leaving them behind for anything else. by the time she moved back at 22, her and fleamont got married just a few years later.

she now works as an aurologist for a private firm, so she gets contacted and hired to travel in order to study any suspicious magical auras that may be looming around a person, place, or thing. and when she’s not at work, she’s taking care of little baby james potter who’s just 2 years old!

[rossatron-geller]

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