she's thunderstorms

you are shaking fists & trembling teeth. i know: you did not mean to be cruel. that does not mean you were kind.

[yourstrulys]

[eloisvs]

it  was  odd  to  see  him  outside  of  the  office,  even  though  the  atmosphere  of  knockturn  alley  was  similar  to  that  of   the  ministry  of  magic. every  part  of  her  is  on  edge, and  seeing  her  boss  amidst  all  the  chaos  seems  to  throw  her  off  even  more.  she  had  her  suspicions,  fueled  by  the  closeness  in  which  she  worked  with  him,  but  also  none  that  she  would  ever  dream  about  potentially  acting  on.  a  hand  tucks  a strand  behind  her  ear  as  she  hesitantly  approaches  him, purse  tucked  against  her  shoulder  closely.  “mr.  lestrange ?  i  wasn’t  expecting  to  see  you  here.”  a  lie,  because  knockturn  alley  seems  like  the  place  to  be  that  day.  still, eloise  was  in  no  place  to  show  any  disrespect  to  her (  sometimes  very  scary  ) boss. “did  i  forget  something  when  i  went  to  pick  up  those  items  today  ?”

@viiolentminds

[eloisvs]

heels  click  against  the  cobblestone  path as she slips  in  between  bodies, hurrying  through  the  alley.  she  doesn’t  know  why  she  is  rushing, or  why  she  even  bothered  showing  up  in  the  first  place.  as  someone  who  knew  so  little  about  the  war  itself,  it  was  obviously  not  her  place  to  intervene  and  that  she  realized  as  soon  as  she  stepped  foot  in  knockturn  alley  that  afternoon.  the  unmistakable  tension  was  becoming  even  more  unsettling  as  she  wanders  down  the  street, the  whole  scene  a match  ready  to  burn  at  any moment.  and  she’s  determined  not  to  be  there  to  witness it.  until . . .  she  stumbles  into  someone,  bag  falling  to  the  floor  as  most  of  its  contents  spill out  onto  the  ground.  “i’m  sorry.  wasn’t  watching  where  i  was  going.  my  fault  entirely.” hands  begin  to  quickly  usher  the  materials  back  into  the  bag  before  her  eyes  fall  on  the  person  next  to  her,  their  face  half  hidden  in  the  shadows  of  the  alley.  “have  we  met  before  ?”

@liammackenna

[eloisvs]

evanrosie‌:

the streets of knockturn alley reek of smoke and anxiety, and evan is sauntering down its paths with his hands dug deep into the pockets of his robe. he eventually stops in front of an abandoned store window, his feet crossing in front of him, his back leaning against the wall. hands are still hidden away from sight. the alley is busier than usual, and he doesn’t hesitate to establish himself. make it known why he’s there, how he fits into this puzzle. so he gives a nod to the person next to him, his gaze steady, showing no signs of wavering. “seems like business is booming around here, huh?” he says, voice smooth, maintaining a certain sense of warmth, but also a cruel sort of amusement lingering right below the surface. “no, really, i’m just a concerned citizen. trying to keep some peace in this world.” at that, his lips tug upwards into an agreeable grin. after all, lies are easier sold with a smile.

she  isn’t  sure  what  she’s  doing  there.  she  has  no  excuse  for  aimlessly  following  the  twists  and  turns  of  knockturn  alley  that  afternoon,  nothing  besides  the  pure  curiosity  coursing  through  her  veins.  she  looks  extremely  out  of  place,  characterized  by  her  long  ponytail  swinging  back  and  forth as  she  walks,  but  eloise  is  just  as  clueless  (  if  not  more  )  as  everyone  else,  just  as  in  the  dark.  she’s  about  to  leave  when  his  voice  cuts  through  her  like  a  knife  and  she  falters,  head  twisting  to  look  at  him.  she  should  just  keep  walking  and  pretend  like  she  never  saw him,  that  would  be  the  most  responsible  thing  to  do.  instead,  she  steps  closer,  eyes  bright  and  hesitant.  “as  we  all  are,  mr.  rosier.” a  formality,  one  that  never  fails  to  remind  her  of  her  place.  body  leans  against  cobblestone  wall,  arms  crossed  over  her  chest  as  a  smile  threatens  to  break  across  features.  “doing  some  shopping  this  afternoon  ?  didn’t  realize  you  were  into  retail  therapy. ”  or  are  you  just  waiting  like  everyone  else  ?

[eloisvs]

it  wasn’t  intentional ---  the  way  the  sight  of  raven  hair  slipping  in  and  out  of  the  crowd  made  eloise  stop  in  her  tracks,  course  suddenly  altered.  it’s  not  like she  possessed  a  plan  anyway,  allowing  feet  to  carry  her  wherever  they  desired.  the  pull  to  rita  was  undeniably  strong,  something  she  couldn’t  ignore  no  matter  how  hard  she  tries.  before  she  realizes,  she’s  halfway  to  her  friend, heart  already  fluttering  with  that  same  familiar  feeling  she  always  felt  around  rita.   a  hand  catches  another  in  a  busy  street  and  it  tugs,  pulling  the  woman  toward  her  and  away  from  the  crowd. lips  hesitantly  curl  into  a  smile  and  she  holds  her  hand  in  hers  a  beat  longer  before  releasing  it.  she  just  couldn’t  resist.   “ thought  i  might  find  you  here.”  not  that  she  was  purposely looking  for  rita or  anything.  eloise,  of  course  had  her  own  agenda  to  complete,  but  that  didn’t  mean  she  couldn’t  indulge  in  a  distraction  or  two  along  the  way.  “let  me  guess,  you’re  working  on  your  next  big  STORY.  found  anything  good  yet ?”

@queenofquills

[eloisvs]

canismajcrs·:

  the tension in the air was thick. more bodies than usual crowded the dark streets of knockturn alley. all waiting. for something, anything to happen that would cause a disturbance in the calm that existed before the inevitable storm. the former black heir was among them. head down low to keep a low profile until it was time for him to spring into action. that’d been his intention anyways. however, when he felt someone bump into his shoulder, the male was quick to turn with narrowed eyes. “ oi, watch it, “ he snapped. an uncommon lash of anger over the simple interaction. one that was perhaps brought on by the tension that built up around him.

eloise  greengrass  ,  the  girl  who  is  completely  uninvolved  and UNINTERESTED  in  the  war  , is  led  by  the  whispers  at  work  to  knockturn  alley  that  afternoon .  her  curiosity  is  the  most  fatal  instrument  she  possessed  ,  guiding  her  every  move  as  she  slinks  through  the   corners  of  the _ crowded _ street  .  she  hardly  notices  when  her  body  collides  with  another  , almost  considers  leaving  it  and  moving  on  ,  but  she  just  can’t  HELP  herself .  “ you watch  it  .” her  words  drip  with  venom  in  response  ,  until wide  eyes  meeting  a  darker  ,  more  familiar pair  .  “ oh  ,  it’s  you .”  she  falters  ,  arms  crossing  over  chest  . “ i’d  ask  what  you’re  doing  here  but  i  think  i  already  know  the  answer  to  that.”

[eloisvs]

middlesground·:

work in the beast division is not quite as busy as that of an auror in their current climate, but never does a day go buy that emma’s sat idly by. it just so happened that she’d just finished a job — there had been a shop in hogsmeade that a particularly nasty ghoul decidedly took residence within. the second she finished the task at hand and sorted everything out with the owner, her sights were set on hog’s head inn. firewisky in hand, eyes fall on a familiar face among the masses. curiosity killed the cat, which absentmindedly led her to them. stopping just short of their table, she clears her throat to catch their attention, an uncharacteristically sweet smile following. “hate to trouble you, but do you mind if i sit here?” a quick gesture to the rest of the place is made before carrying on. “my other choices for company are… tragic, at best.”

the  hog’s  head  wasn’t  exactly  a  place known  for   peace  and  quiet  ,  but  it  was  a  good  place  to  sneak  off to  when  the  ministry became  a  little  TOO  much  .  the  atmosphere   is  comforting  for  some  reason  ,  especially  in  the  little  nook she  managed  to  snag for  herself  that  day  .  she’s  so  focused  on  her  work  that  she  hardly  notices  emma  approaching  ,  eyes  shooting  up   to   greet  her  .  “ not  at  all  .  please  ,  join  me . “  gesturing  to  the  open  seat  with  her  hand  , beckoning  the  spread  of  work  documents   and  folders  to  tuck  themselves  back  in  her  bag  with a  few  simple  swishes   of  her  wand  .  one  hand  wraps  itself  around  her  drink ,  the  other  rests  on  her  palm  with  a smile  .   “  not  a  fan  of  creepy  old  men  ? i’ve  come  here  so  much  they  basically know  not  to  bother  me  if  they  don’t  want  to  get  hexed  . kind  of  amusing  ,  really  .”

[eloisvs]

yesmissrileyjames·:

“Agh!” Riley’s head shot up from the table as it was shaken. She couldn’t tell if it was by someone sitting down or shaking it, but it didn’t matter. “Can’t you let a poor nurse sleep? In a public place? At…eleven-thirty in the morning?” The witch sighed and finally sat up, peeling a piece of hair that had stuck to her face. “My tea’s probably cold now…”

“ oh  !  didn’t  see  you  there  .”  brows  furrow  in  confusion  as  she  peers  at  the  other  woman  curiously  ,  arms  crossing  over  her  chest  .  she’s  only there  for  a minor  checkup  ,  but  after  leaving  work  a little  too  excitedly ,  she  seems  to  be  a  BIT early  with  plenty  of  time  to  kill  . “  what  are  you  doing  sleeping  on  a  table  ?  aren’t  there  plenty  of  beds  to  sleep  on  in  this place  ?”

[eloisvs]

ofalvces·:

for a split second her expression falters, shocked. but then she’s back to her normal self, wide eyed and beaming as she gazes down at her baby. “uh huh, this is neville.” she shifts her sleeping son ever so slightly, allowing her OLD friend to get a closer look. eloise greengrass was the last person she expected to see that morning, in fact, she was the last person she expected to see in general. all the times they spent pretending they didn’t see each other at the ministry eventually faded into a mutual agreement to avoid each other at all costs, which wasn’t very hard to do these days. to be honest, alice wasn’t sure if she’d ever see her again. until now. “i know how you feel about babies so i won’t ask if you want to hold him, but you don’t have to stand so far away either. he’s not going to reach out and bite you.” 

“  neville  ,  huh  ?  that’s  . . .  unique  .”  judgement  threatens  to  coat  her  expression  ,  but  she  purses  her  lips  instead  ,  maintaining  her  best  neutral  face .  it  definitely  wouldn’t  have  been  her  first  choice  ,  but it  wasn’t  her  place  to say  anymore  .  feet  shuffle  forward  at  alice’s  request  , fingers  tucking  a strand  of  hair  behind  her ear .  the  TENSION  in  the air  was  hard  to  ignore ,  but  eloise  figures  it’s  better  to ignore  it  rather  than  address  it  ,  like  they  often  did  .   she  won’t  try  to  be  someone  she  isn’t  ,  just  for  the  sake  of  old  times  . “ you   know  , he’s  actually kinda cute .”  however  her  tone  indicates  that  it  was  more of  a surprise  than  a compliment  . but ,  she  can’t  say  she didn’t  try . “ i could  maybe  hold  him . . .  if you’re  okay  with  that  .”

[eloisvs]

queenofquills·:

@eloisvs

she fishes the quill out from behind her ear, a concentrated look on her face as ink hits paper. “ so….. “ she says, voice soft, melodic. a somewhat shy smile appears on cherry painted lips, and focus shifts from parchment paper to eloise. they’re at her friend’s place, and this interview feels different than most — bit more personal. which is weird, because rita has certainly interviewed her friends before ( with varying degrees of… success ). maybe it’s because she hasn’t whipped out her quick quotes quill yet. or maybe… it’s something else. “ let’s see… “ she says, fingers flipping quickly through her notes on the greengrass family, her other hand adjusting her glasses carefully. “ this feels a bit odd, doesn’t it? “ there’s a slight pause, and her smile widens, becoming a little sharper around the edges, more firm. she’s slipping into her element. “ how do you feel about mounting the task of carrying on the greengrass legacy? nervous? excited? “

eloise  has  always  been  curious  about  rita’s  job  ,  mainly  because  of  the  talk  that  always  seemed  to  surround  it  .  so  when  she  hears  about  the  new  feature  in  witch  weekly  ,  she’s  absolutely  thrilled .  not  only  would  she  get  another  peek into rita’s  world  ,  but she would  get to  spend  more  time  with  her as  well ,  even  if  it  might  be  a little  awkward  at  first .  “  a   bit  ,  yeah  . but  i’ve  always  wondered  when  i’d  be  lucky  enough  to  get  interviewed  by  you  .” chin  rests  on  her  open  palm  as  her  eyes  rest  on  her  friend  , gaze  full  of  curiosity . now , she  was beginning  to  understand  .  “  it’s  a  big  responsibility  and  an  even  greater  honor  . . . but  i’m  excited . sure  ,  it’s  a little  scary  but  i’m  ready  for  it  .”  she  ensures  her  tone  is  light  and  full  of  excitement  ,  something  she’d  rehearsed  with  her  mother  over  the  past  few  days .  while  her  parents  were  concerned  about  her  making  a  fool  of  the  family  in  the  press ,  eloise  was  more  concerned  about  making  a fool  of  herself  in  front  of  rita  . priorities . 

[eloisvs]

kierafawley·:

         kiera was not a party person — but she knew her place. she knew how to sew on the perfect smile, how to lace together the right words, and as much as she longed to be home with her husband, she knew she couldn’t leave. tristan had promised he would follow as soon as he could, but for now she had to fend for herself ( ALONE ). twisting a glass of champagne through her fingers, she wandered aimlessly through the crowds of perfectly dressed purebloods, offering polite words of greeting or soft smiles and nods when it was deemed appropriate. she only came to a stop once the lightly bubbled liquid had been finished, placing the glass on a passing tray and smiling as best she could at the small group she was now facing. ❛ i’m sure we are all having a lovely evening? ❜ she greeted, carefully avoiding the topic of lists for the time being.

eloise  wasn’t  exactly  thrilled when  mr.  and  mrs.  greengrass  had  volunteered  their  daughter  to  attend  the  pureblood  event  that  evening  .  they  claimed  that  they  were concerned  for  her  image , as her  number  of  appearances  was  seriously  lacking  compared  to  the  other  children  in their  social  circle .  so t here  she  was  ,  bored  out  of  her  god  damn  mind  ,  wishing  she  was  anywhere  but  here . thankfully , she  knew  how  to  converse  with  the  crowd ,  had  her  whole  spiel ( even  approved  by  her  mother ! ) prepared  if  the  conversation  ever  shifted  to  her . but  explaining  her  current  situation  over  and  over  again  was  only  so  stimulating  . she  was  just  about  to  sneak  off  to  the  bathroom  when  kiera  arrives  , the  same  fake  smile  plastered  across her  lips  once  more  . “of  course . how  are  you  this  evening  ,  mrs .  fawley ? is  your  husband here  as  well ?”

[mxrlcne-deactivated20190414]

mckinnon townhouse 1978 | marlene & eloise & tessa

[eloisvs]

marlene mckinnon.

tessa crouch.

“can i soundproof your rooms and the kitchen?” she replies blandly. quirking lips revealing the humor beneath her words. it was practical, really. someone was going to end up fucking in the kitchen. hearing eloise’s easy acceptance, her eyes closed in thought. tessa rarely leaped, always considered first. thinking through drawbacks - the potential for fights and passive aggression and the stolen clothes. weighed with the coursing gratitude that marlene and eloise could stand to live with her. not that she would ever express her thanks. heaving a dramatic sigh - mind made up too quickly (she’s not even sure they’d accept no as an answer) - tessa gently shoves away marlene’s feet and stands. “i suppose we should get some champagne to celebrate then?”

smile upon rose tinted lips grow, ever blossoming from the words of beloved friends telling her they want to move into the big townhouse. the loneliness of the corridors and four different floors finally going to be filled with friends and laughter, and S A F E T Y. because even if the midst of war and with blood flowing in her veins making her practically royalty marlene never felt safe these days. restless sleeps when she was forced to spend evenings alone and the deafening loneliness felt when the realisation that former hogwarts friends were not people she could talk to anymore ( except, dorcas ). not with the war on her doorstep, at least. ❝ to be fair, tess, you should probably soundproof your own room because we all know i am not really good with keeping it to the bedroom ❞ a jest, a smile and laughter soon following as feet are shoved from tessa’s lap as the girl stands up. quickly catching up on the suggestion and hand waving towards winestand in a cabinet only a few steps away in the same room. ❝ YES, i think a 1958 would be perfect for this occasion! ❞ wand picked up from the floor next to the sofa as she summons champagne flutes from another cabinet. nodding for tessa to grab the champagne. head turning to eloise as she directs the glasses towards her. ❝ it’s decided then. the mckinnon house will be inhabited by the unholy trinity. ❞

no  matter  where  they  were  ,  the  three girls  always  seemed  to  find  their  way  back  to  each  other .  maybe  that’s  what  eloise  loves  the  most  about  them  ,  the  magnetic  pull  the  trio   seems  to  have .  heart  is  racing  ,  excitement nearly  unable  to  be  contained  .  there  was  no  hesitation  ,  no  reluctance  or  questioning  because  these  were  the  people  she’d  been  with  since  the  earliest of  days  , the  two  girls  she  would  do  absolutely  anything  for  .  it  really  was  a  dream  come  true .  eloise  never  had  a way  with  words  ,  preferring to demonstrate affection  through  physical  language  --- the linking  of  arms  in  a public  space  ,  the  resting  of  her  head  on  a  shoulder  or  lying  as  they  were  now  ,  tangled  in  one  another  .  it  brought  her  more  comfort  than  anything  ,  knowing  they  were  as  close  as  they  were . and now  , she  could feel  that comfort  all  the  time ,  thanks  to  marlene’s  invitation .  it  seemed  only  right  to  celebrate  . once   glasses  had  been filled  ,  she  raises  her  own  towards  her  friends  ,  smile   forming across rose tinted lips.  “to  US .  and  all  the  memories  we  will  make  in  this   next adventure.”  

[eloisvs]

canismajcrs‌:

   “ it was inevitable to happen, love. many people can’t resist my charms for too long. they all fall–eventually. “ he responded with a wink. his tone of voice, of course, showing that he was kidding. mostly. it was no secret that sirius had an inflated opinion of himself which included just how easily men and women fell for him. the man then gives a bit of a wince at her words. dramatically, he places his hand to his chest in response. “ wow.. that was a rough one. that actually might’ve stung a bit, “ he responded. he then gave her a look, “ bartending is a perfectly noble profession, i have you know. “ sirius gave a laugh in response to her next words and his head nodded along in agreement. he then added, “ i don’t work for the ministry, but getting to see their decisions play out is enough to make me drink. “ the light-heartedness that seemed to exist between them in this moment was honestly refreshing. it allowed him to get his mind off of the risk of being tied to the woman that eloise just happened to live with. 

“  merlin  ,  you  would  blame it  on  your  charm . can’t  say  i’ve  never  heard  that  one  before  . ”  eyes  roll dramatically  , though  her  expression  says  otherwise .  she’d  be  lying if  she  said  she hadn’t  fallen for  it at least once  in  her  life  .  a long , long , LONG time ago.  “ hate  to  be  the one to  break  it  to you  but  the  truth  hurts  . don’t  think your  irresistible charm can protect you from everything now .” nails tap against  her  glass absentmindedly ,  chin resting against palm  as  she  peers at him . “ and  you  wonder  why i’m  in  here  nearly  every  night  . ” her   meetings  often  ended  with  a drink  or  two  by  herself  ( or with whoever  she  managed to  find  that  night )  before  she trudged back  home and  repeated  the  routine  the  next  day . it  was  exhausting  ,  really . “ i don’t know about noble but  you  might  be  onto  something  by  being  a bartender  ,  though  . i bet  you  get  to  hear  all sorts of gossip   every  night  .  that  must  be  entertaining , at  least  . “  a dream  come  true  for  eloise  .  her  parents  ,   not  so  much . 

[eloisvs]

crouchtessa‌:

she chuckled, tracking eloise’s eye candy. luckily the two girls had drastically different taste in men. the same could not be said for either of them and marlene. gods, they really needed a diagram. “scandalous, dramatic, and invasive. my three favorite things.” she rolled her eyes. “you can have your politician, and i’ll help the two of you sneak off to coat closets at parties. like the good friend i am.” her feet carried her backwards to the exit, forcing others to dodge her as they walked. “at the three broomsticks we can see your lovely ex-fiancee, so i’ll pass. somewhere muggle. i’ll pay for any drinks you can’t get us for free.” she smirked, waiting for her roommate to follow. their conversations always a touch easier, a step more in tune, for the growth they experienced together at hogwarts. 

“ exactly  the kind  of  men  i’m  attracted  to  .  i still can’t  tell  if it’s  a  blessing  or  a  curse  .”  with  the  way  her love    life  was going  these  days ,  it  seems more  like  a  curse  .  one that  she  embraced  with  open  arms  nonetheless .   “ ah  ,  good  . that’s  exactly   what  i  keep  you   around  for  .  good  to  know  i   can  count  on  you  when  it  really  comes  down  to  it  ,  tess . ”  she’s  teasing  ,  linking  an  arm  through  tessa’s  as  they  walked  ,  more  to  avoid  the  unwanted  wandering  gaze  of  other  ministry  employees  but  also  for   the  feeling  of  comfort  it  brought  her  . “ isn’t that  such  a  shame  ?  i really do enjoy that  place  but  sometimes  it’s  just  too awkward for even  me  to  bear . ”  a  light  shoulder  shrug  is  all  she  can  manage ,  pushing  the  thought  away  quickly  as  they  stroll .  “  but  can  save  your  money  ,  babe .  i’ll  get  us  free drinks  for  the  entire  evening  ,  just  wait  . ”   

[eloisvs]

queenofquills‌:

gaze briefly diverts to her feet, and a quick hand brushes a strand of hair behind her ear. she bites back a grin, instead going for a more subtle smile, and her eyes widen ever so slightly at the sound of eloise’s voice. “ what a pity, “ she replies, but her tone tells a different story. palms of her hands rest carefully against her friend’s desk, leaning her weight against the wooden surface. some sort of relief washes over her when eloise speaks next — and it almost shows on her features. her mask is slipping, around her. “ oh ! i thought it’d be something like that. i’ve met mr lestrange a couple times. i know what he’s like,” she says, talking a little bit faster than what’s strictly normal. weight is shifted between her feet, and she leans herself a little more forward, hands still placed on the desk. “ really? “ she asks, and her heart beats a little faster in her chest, fluttering furiously against her rib cage. she’s not entirely sure as to why. “technically, i don’t think i ever clock out. but leaving these documents with mr lestrange was the last thing on my agenda for tonight ….” she trails off. not entirely sure why she feels so nervous. she’s just about to propose drinks with a friend. because that’s all they are. friends. that’s what they’ve agreed to. friends with certain benefits — she can live with that. she has to. “so… do you want to get out of here?”

she  can’t  help  but  tilt  her  head   to  meet  rita’s  gaze  ,  completely  captivated  .  smile  lifts  ever  so  slightly  at   her  words ,  head bobbing  in  a  nod  .  “  yeah ,  so i just    try to    avoid  that    at all    costs . ”  meaning  she  arrives  early  enough  to  get  the  coffee ready  ,  even  if  means  she  has  to  get  there at  the  crack  of  dawn .  or  leave  rita earlier  than  she  wants  to  .  “ always . i don’t think i can  stand  one  more  minute  here .” as  if  on  cue ,  perfectly manicured hands  slide  the  file  into  one of the  desk  drawers along  with  the roll of   notes  she’d  just finished . she’s  sure  to  make  sure  it’s  locked  securely  before  she  rises ( doesn’t  want to  be  the  source  of  any trouble  tomorrow ) , fishing  her  purse  out  from  underneath  her  desk .    and before  she  knows  it  she's  standing  on  the  other  side  ,  next to rita  , ready  to  take  on the  evening  .  together .  a  hand  brushes  against  her  arm  briefly  .  “ do  you  want  to  go  to  our  usual  place ? i reckon  our  table  is  waiting  for  us . ”  our  place  ,  our  table          maybe  eloise  was  getting  ahead  of  herself  ,  but  the  words  slipped  off her  tongue  so  easily  ,  so  readily  .  it  was  becoming a  bit  of  a  habit  ,  one  that  she  didn’t  mind  one  bit  . 

[eloisvs]

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“  well  ,   it  looks  like  you’ve  been   busy  .” words tumble   from  her  lips  as  she  makes  herself  comfortable  on  the  couch  ,  legs  crossing  over  one  another  .  eyes  sweep  across the  malfoy  residence  , decorated  with  the  same  luxury  they’d  always  grown  up  with  but  also   now   with   the  subtle  remnants  of  a child  .  maybe  she’s  hyper aware   or  just  too  stuck  in the  PAST ,  but   eloise couldn’t  help  but  feel  like they  were  still growing  up  way   too  fast  .  or  maybe  . . .  she  just  wasn’t  growing  up  enough  .  the  thought  quickly  falls  from   her  head   as   she   turns  to  face  him  ,  smiling  .  “  i  swear  it’s  been  ages  since  i’ve  seen  you  last . ”  a  week   at  most  ,  probably  .  but  she  wasn’t  in the  business  of  counting  nor  was  she  willing  to  outright  say  she  missed  him   either   .  “ was  beginning to  think  you  were ignoring  all  my  owls  .   wouldn’t  be  the  first  time ,  huh ? ”  she’s  teasing  ,  eyebrows  raising   as  gazes  falls  on  the  man  who  was  practically  her  brother  . 

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ofalvces:

it’s early morning but alice is wide awake, strolling along the empty corridors of st mungos. the woman is physically exhausted, worn out from all the events of the past few days, but she’s never felt more CONTENT in her whole life. she’s completely mesmerized by the sleeping bundle cradled in her arms, so much that she hardly notices when she is joined by another as she rounds the corner, glancing at the familiar face with bright eyes. “oh, hi ! good morning.” she coos, voice barely above a whisper as if to avoid waking the sleeping child nestled in her embrace. it’s almost impossible to tear her gaze away from her son ( afraid she might miss something important if she did ) but she eventually manages, offering nothing short of a beam. “what are you doing here so early ?” 

she’s  surprised  to  see  alice  ,  body  nearly  colliding  with  hers  as  she  turns  the  corner  .  hands  smooth  over  her  blouse  ,  restoring  it  to  its   perfect  STATE  before  answering  the  question  .  “ had  to   pick  up  something   before  work  .”  a  hangover  remedy  ,  most  likely  . even  though  it’s   been  years  since  she’s  last  spoken  to  alice  for  more  than ten  minutes  , things  seem  to   fall  back  into  the  place  so easily .  until eyes  shift  to  the  sleeping  baby  in  her  arms  and  suddenly  .  . .  she  remembers  .   it  reminds   her  of  how  different  their  worlds   were  now  ,  how  quickly  things HAD    changed  all   those  years  ago  . “ oh   .  is that  … ?  wow  ,  uh  congrats  ,  al  .  he’s  gorgeous .  ”  the  nickname  rolls  off  her  tongue  before  she  can  stop  it ,  flashing  a  half  -   hearted  apologetic  smile  .