temporary love

Elinor "Nora" Odette Docharyb. April 20, 1995 Taurus ☼ : Capricorn ☾ : Sagittarius ↑ Slytherin : Seventeen : Seventh Year“There is no charm equal totenderness of heart” Jane Austen, Emma

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“Rabbits are creatures of warm volatile temperament but shallow and absurdly transparent” –– Beatrix Potter

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It had been brutal, him and Hyde within the walls of the Ministry for as long as they would keep a common criminal. They poked at their minds and what they couldn’t squeeze from their lips, they took from their memories. ‘We understand that this is a hard time, but we need all the information we can get.’ Of course Xander had complied with their every demand. His parents were-

Dead. That was something the simple blue eyed country boy would have to get used to saying to himself, but still couldn’t without a gentle sob that now came from his lips. Staying within the four walls of his room made it almost feel back to normal, back to the life he had before the show, and if he squeezed his eyes tight enough then it might come true. 

Nora came over holding a cottage pie her mother sent her with. Her mind was reeling from it all; she hasn’t been able to say a word since she heard on the radio. It happened so fast, and the world shifted for her best friend. She’s made the walk down high street many times from her’s, but today it seemed endless. 

Shock still gripped at her heart as she stood outside his bedroom door, she didn’t have any words for him. She lifted her hand to knock after feeling useless waiting, the pie getting cold.

A soft rasp at the door, “Xander?” Her voice shook as she heard his name on her lips. His parents were gone, whilst she just came from her’s.  

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I want to kiss you all so much, but I am afraid that kisses would turn into me throwing my arms around you and all this perfection will be utterly undone! 

Little Women (BBC, 2017)

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etherealemerson‌:

Arching his eyebrows over his glasses, his fingers mindlessly found the bottom of them and pressed them up before going back to the pages. Mason was nothing less than an adamant student, regardless of the topic and it seem to show in the way he made notes. Handwriting only a little messy, but each section was carefully constructed in an semi-organized fashion.

“Oh, yes,” a artful grin and even more sarcastic tone taking over, “He could have easily taught theater instead.” His sapphire hues passing what he had made notes of and moved it to the middle of them, allowing Nora to snag anything she had previously missed.

She huffed laughed louder then she expected. A few classmates turned around, boring their eyes into the pair. Nora shook her head + smiled, “if only.” She pushed her bangs that hung in from of her face behind her ear. The peering classmates eyes went back to the Binns or to their notes, but hers looked up to Mason. “How was the rest of your summer?” She found nothing to say to him, except small talk. But the tow of them wrote all summer, she knew exactly how his summer was, and he her’s. 

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“Seems as though they like to pick the best for last,” the wizard stated with hints of sarcasm, playing his hand at adding some light to the conversation. There was nothing remotely exciting about covering wars that, well, hit a little close to home so to speak. While many of the wars of the past could be fascinating and riddled with lessons, having to hear about the injustices that his own father participated in was likely to cause some turmoil within him. Mason may not have shared the surname, but the MacNamara blood still flowed through him. 

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Nora was zoning out as soon as Professor Binns started the lecture. The ghost was droning on about the tormoil of the Second Wizarding war, and dully trying to have relate to present day. But Nora never liked reading the paper. Her father had the WWN news playing every morning at the cottage, but she tuned it out or have breakfast in the garden. All she knew that people were in a panic again, fearing the worst. 

She looked over at Mason, a side smile tugged at her pink cheeks. “Binns likes a show.” She tried to make a joke. Nora thought it might have been a bit awkward taking to Mason face-to-face after their string of summer letters. But it wasn’t fumbling at all. The parchment was just a tool, they talked with words with the same ease as they wrote it. 

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A roaring fireplace in the Windridge Cabin in the Ozarks of Arkansas

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Excerpts from Florence Welch’s book Useless Magic out the 5th of July, 2018.

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Playing with light and colour 🍭

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10 July 2012 :  Family + Genus : Days After the Wedding

Mason, 

My brother was married this past weekend. It was quite an adventure, only to say the least. My house was filled to the seams with family that extended two + three generations back (many I have never met before until this weekend). This was my first moment alone to scribble a reply to you, but I still share my room with my snoring cousin. He sounds like he’s got a pixie stuck up his nose. Every time he exhales it sounds like when you whistle with grass between your thumbs. 

The ceremony had the whole family in a fuss. I have never seen my brother in such a state! He was such a wreck that nothing would quell him. It became infectious at one point, and my mum caught his nerves. The whole cottage was in a uproar days leading up to the big day. 

It stormed most of the morning of the ceremony: we were going to celebrate in the stone circle center of town. Albeit, after a few tweaks, we had the Handfasting in the village temple. 

The limestone temple was quickly charmed and adorned to mimic the summer sun with sunflowers as big as my face + flowering vines that stretched from wall to wall. Loretta, a village elder, charmed the temple ceiling to a sunny day, which filled the entire hall with a yellow glow. Everyone has seemed to forgotten the rain delay after the faux sun came over head.

My friend, I have never doubted love’s magic on us mortals... However, watching my brother’s face light up as his wife walked down the aisle, it stirred not just me, but I believe every wizard in attendance. I’ve seen the look before, but I feel that each lover’s look is different. I’ve been my dad behold mun my whole life. I held all love to their light. But watching my brother behold his love, I saw a different look. Longing + true, but different yet familiar. 

Forgive my friend, I may be rambling at this point. Truth is that I haven’t had 7 hours of sleep strung together in over a week. Tonight is the last night that I bunk with boisterous sleeper. Tomorrow, my dad has portkeys for everyone with the Dochary name that doesn't call this home. 

I enjoyed your last letter. You have the hand of a story teller. I fear you may have spoiled me with your written word. And I need, nay insist, you write to me soon. 

Yours,

Elinor.

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Do You? : A Handfasting // Xander + Nora

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mysticalmurray:

Xander quickly moved to the bean bag chair next to it, his typical location, and watched as all his friend piled into their usual’s. There was a wooden table that rested in the center and he unloaded his pockets for everyone to see the different flavors he brought. It was normal for everyone to debate for up to ten minutes on what they would start with, especially since they were almost all fruity flavors. He was starting to get rather creative with the wrap flavors and loved listening to all their feedback on what worked or didn’t. 

“I’ve got; acid pop wrap with hazy daisy, sherbet lemon wrap with northern lights, toffee tongue wrap with girl scout cookies, fizzing whizbees wrap with trippin’ tropics, and blueberry butter cake wrap with frosted yeti,” he stated, holding up each one as he said it. 

“Oo!” Olivia squeaked. “Sherbet lemon.” 

She licked her lips snuggling on top of Nora’s lap. Nora huffed a smile as her best friend sat atop of her.There were enough chairs for everyone, Liv just wanted to be close to Nora. She accepted her fate and threw her arms out around Olivia's waist and sat back making herself comfortable. 

Nora laied back and closed her eyes listing to the sounds of the rushing creek beside them. Eddie casted incendio (a charm allowed to use outside of Hogwarts) on the pile of kindling stacked in the fire pit: the wet sticks ignited into an amber orange flame.

 The sun was just starting to peek from the morning storm clouds + the creatures were back out making little noise around them. The fire’s smoke billowed up into the trees, having no wind to blow it one way into someone’s face. A perfect Welsh summer day. 

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Run Rabbit Run by marmeloni on Flickr.

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Vintage Floral Heart Locket from diamentdesigns

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Do You? : A Handfasting // Xander + Nora

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mysticalmurray:

“Well,” he shrugged his shoulders lightly, eyebrows moving up as he continued to hold his devious grin, “It’s a celebration and there’s usually about 6 of us.” Although Hyde wasn’t attending the actual ceremony, his grandparents loved having him around and seemed to rather enjoy feeding everyone. After the death of his parents, Hyde practically took up residence in one of the spare bedrooms. 

Xander drummed his fingertips along the place where the joints rested as he watched Nora judge if it was a safe time. When it was finally determined, angst arose quickly inside of him and his voice buzzed as he turned to everyone else, “Move out, go, go, go.”

A smile beamed across Nora’s face as the gang slipped into the forest. They hopped over the creek down the hill from the church and headed east to gwersyll or simply known as the treehouse. It was a Ledrith relic which no one can remember who bulit it. But it’s been the clubhouse for all the Ledrith children for decades. 

The walk to gwersyll was only a a few minutes. Ledrith was not that big but most of it was forest. The village hall and church were towards the center and  gwersyll was in a tall tree just 1 kilometer from the village center in a clearing by the Neath. The water was at the cusped at river bank and the ground soggy from the morning rainstorm, but thanks to a clever charm by Nora back in 3rd year, none of the keleptic collection of lawn chairs and a vintage recliner were soaking wet. Nora took her usaual set on the chaise chair.

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…One day—preferably when we’re both blind drunk—we can talk about it.

J.D. Salinger,  Franny and Zooey (via theliteraryjournals)