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nothing but carbon and bad timing fenris bloxam / alchemy professor

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The boy whipped round, nervous for a reason he could not pinpoint. Would their be targets on the backs of his family and friends now? Where was Andromeda, and Narcissa? Would they all think he wasn’t concerned for them if he wasn’t there? But this wasn’t about him, however selfish he wanted to be, now was the least appropriate time to be so. “Professor.” He choked on the word, realizing then how tight his chest was and how difficult it had become to draw breath. “y-yes.”

Skimming the boy from head to toe Fenris had the bad feeling that the kid might just tip over in the next moment. Of course they all were shook, but Rabastan seemed particularly unsteady. With a slight frown Fenris turned in the doorway so he could make space for his student to possibly move by, so he tilted his head toward the chairs in his office, “Want to come in? Maybe have a cuppa to calm down?” He didn’t want to come on too strong, the students had to be handled with utmost sensitivity and delicacy.

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gemsollivander:

“What the fuck -” The only correct response was an indignant splutter because there was no way in hell Gemma could confirm that as truth. “Have you thought about me naked?”

“Not the topic at hand, I accused you first,” Fenris spluttered, but the laugh threaded through his words. Not that he would ever admit it, but as a teen, crushing on the stargazer there may have been the one or the other time that he stripped her down in his head. “And no, obviously not.” The eventual response came quiet and was followed by an awkward clearing of his throat.

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❝Maybe you’re not afraid of me, but i’m sure you’ve thought about me naked.❞

@gemsollivander

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❝You used me as bait?❞

@nickelsandbells

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“It’s hard to imagine that that was just a day ago, innit?” She looked at her colleague with a frown, lips pushed in a thin line. She was glad that it was Fenris she’d come across, a fellow colleague —- he understood, she supposed, better than most people, how she felt. Being a professor was stimulating and rewarding, most of the time, but in a period of war it was a burden, almost. You saw young faces harden with fear and grief, knew that in a few years some of those children might be part of an organisation that made her sick to her stomach. “I needed to do something, I suppose,” she said. “Something worthwhile, rather than sit in my office and handle paperwork and all the owls coming in.”

Fenris felt like there was a thick blanket pulled taught all across his body, his face – everything from his shoes to the top of his head. A foggy, soft, numb but yet tight and very pressured feeling. It suffocated him. Swallowing, he nodded, “Not even a day. I wouldn’t even dare say that I’m entirely sober.” Horrible joke. Horrible. Expecting judgement he internally rolled his eyes at himself, why did he always have to make bad jokes in inappropriate situations? One would think he’d been raised better than that. “I get that feeling but quite honestly, just between the two of us, I just want to get out of here.” Kicking at a loose cobblestone he buried his hands in his pockets, this wasn’t his metier. “Maybe I should apparate to Hogwarts. Pick up the shambles of the students staying. Who knows. Or maybe sober up first.” Again he snorted, but it was dry and if he was honest with himself he would much rather like to drink a whole bottle now instead of sobering up to face this.

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Misty Sky, Day Dream Carnival, Drained Cherry, Holy Night Story

Misty Sky: What is your favourite type of weather?

“I enjoy storms a lot actually, mostly because I connect it with staying in, no matter whether alone or with company. Also, now that I’m thinking about it, storms look a lot like a brooding kettle and are just as unpredictable as chemical concoctions.”

Day Dream Carnival: What do you daydream about the most?  

“Never having burnt down my parents’ house.”

Drained Cherry: What emotionally exhausts you?

“Having burnt down my parents’ house,” there Fenris laughed dryly, before frowning, “but also thinking about my students, and mostly how their blood status will affect their lives the second they step out of my classroom.”

Holy Night Story: Favourite thing to do when it’s night time? 

“Have sex. Just kidding (or maybe not), no but honestly, I’m either sleeping or reading up on anything, there’s no in between.”

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Angelic Pretty Questions

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Sugary Carnival: Have you ever been considered popular? Milky Planet: Besides earth, what planet would you come from? Rose Toilette: Your signature perfume?   Whimsical Vanilla-chan: What pets do you have/want to have? Marine Kingdom: Favourite undersea creature? Dreamy Dollhouse: Describe your room with just 5 words. Melty Chocolate: Favourite type of chocolate? Sugar Dream Dome: What do you like most about Winter? Milky Berry: What do you like most about Summer? Happy Garden: What types of things would you plant in a garden? Magical Étoile:  Favourite attraction at a carnival? Toy Parade: What toys did you play with as a child? Holy Lantern: Describe the darker side to your personality. Melody Doll: What types of music do you listen to? Wonder Party: Favourite type of tea? Glass Bottle of Tears: What, without fail, makes you cry? Cinema Doll: What makes a movie really enjoyable for you? Memorial Cake: What is your ideal romantic experience? Star Night Theatre: If life was viewed as a theatre stage, what role would you play? Cotton Candy Shop: If you had your own shop, what things would you sell? Decoration Dream: Favourite way to decorate a cake? Fancy Box: What gift(s) did you get for your birthday last year? Misty Sky: What is your favourite type of weather? Dreamy Horoscope: What is your zodiac sign, and do you relate to it? Symphonia of Birds: Favourite type of bird? Day Dream Carnival: What do you daydream about the most?   Royal Cards: Name a game you are really good at. Milky Cross: Are you a religious person? Cream Cookie: What kinds of snacks do you munch on? Drained Cherry: What emotionally exhausts you? Fancy Paper Dolls: What accessories would come with a doll version of you?  Holy Night Story: Favourite thing to do when it’s night time? Candy Treat: Favourite type of candy?   Fantastic Dolly: What cosmetics do you use? Drink Me: Favourite drink/beverage?  Merry Making Party: Describe the biggest party you’ve ever been to. Country of Sweets: What countries would you like to visit?  Fruits Parlour: Favourite fruit?  Dream Sky: Have you ever seen a shooting star? Soap Bubbles: How do you like to bathe/shower? Jewelry Jelly: Name 3 of your favourite jewellery pieces. Dream Fantasy: What is your wildest fantasy?   Milky-chan the Fawn: Favourite forest animal? Honey Cake: What do you normally eat for breakfast? Dreamy Baby Room: The most childish part of your personality? Chess Chocolate: What piece would you be on a chess board? French Cafe: Favourite thing to eat at a patisserie? Sugar Hearts: How is your love life right now?     Wonder Story: What types of things do you like to read about? Twinkle Mermaid: Favourite type of fantasy creature? Gloria: Name a very rare item that you would love to own.

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The castle was deadly quiet as he padded into the Great hall, lucky for him the elves were still keen to make breakfast for the very few souls who were roaming about. As he sipped some pumpkin juice his owl swooped by with the paper and suddenly the blood drained from his face as he took in the headlines.  On his feet in an instant he hurried from the hall but without a destination, he was too young to apparate and anyone he’d write would be pre-occupied. Running his hands through his hair, he had no idea what to do or who to contact. “Shit.”  Was all he managed to whisper as he stood in the corridor, unable to do anything.

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Fenris hadn’t spent much time in Diagonal Alley, he couldn’t stay. The close proximity of so much terror had made him more and more sick over time (or maybe it was his hangover), so after he had apparated to Hogsmeade he’d thrown up right on his shoes. By now the teacher had returned to his office though, the stain leather boots sitting on his desk while he made his way to the open door. Coffee cup in hand he leaned to the doorframe, just waiting. The quiet, ill anticipation hung heavy in the halls and if the students were distraught he could only hope that they would find their way to his doorstep.

A figure that had approached fast and now came to a half a few feet away caught his attention. Skimming the bloke Fenris recognized him eventually and shifted in his stance, “I’m guessing you received the prophet?”

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ailvn:

Ailyn knew her loyalty was not strong, that she was self-sufficient and loyal to only herself in the end, but the fact that the news of the Death Eater’s victory ( minus that arrest, of course ) had not made her feel anything close to victory, had been a surprise, still. After all, the Ravenclaw had always considered her to believe in the cause fully, and now she found herself not really caring much about it all. Sure, she thought more than forty people dying was brutal, but she had a hard time getting in touch with her compassion to feel truly shaken up. Roaming the halls of Hogwarts, she felt the eerie atmosphere push heavy on her chest and she wished, suddenly, that there were more people, even if she’d spent most of Christmas break happy that the castle was so empty. She supposed it was the clicking of her heels that made professor Bloxam address her when she walked past his office door ( the castle was silent, after all, and they were one of the few things that brought noise ). “Oh –,” she started, halting in front of the door. “Are you alright, professor?”

He could’ve smacked himself right across the face, were he to be in Ailyn’s shoes right that moment. Was he alright? She asked him? This was not how it was supposed to be, Fenris thought feverously, he could already feel the bile and the anger rise in his throat over his own behaviour. Balling his hand around the handle of the mug to conceal the tight fist, he nodded and tried to square out his shoulders even further. “It’s none of your concern if I am alright,” he replied a little stiffly, however realising quickly that the tone he was setting was most certainly the wrong one. Motioning to the chair on the other side of the desk and a prepared empty mug he added far softer, “Are you alright, Miss Wilkes? Want some tea or coffee?” 

[trnsfiguration]

Diagon Alley was a shadow of what it had once been. It was still filled with people, yes, but their shoulders were heavy and their expressions somber, and that slight excitement that always seemed to pulse through the street was nowhere to be found. Minerva looked at the street with a heavy heart, with a feeling of nausea in her stomach. She was there to help — of course she was; helping was all she knew, when it came to these things. Sitting idly by was impossible for the Transfiguration professor, after all. Eyes fell on a familiar figure and she straightened her back, “Here to help out, too?”

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The hangover and the connotated headache was pounding against his skull and the bile at the back of his throat made his eyes burn. As Fenris stepped over and across some leftover debris, trying not to fall into people he still tried to wrap his head around the horror that had played out the night before – and this year he did not mean the copious amounts of jägermeister he shouldn’t have had. With a bitter snort he brushed the thought away, it left a nasty taste in his mouth, such joke, even as a thought was tactless and disrespecting toward those suffering. A well known voice plucked him out of his conflicting thoughts and just as Minerva had, did Fenris straighten out his posture and squared his shoulders. “I suppose, I’m not sure exactly what I’m really doing here. I was celebrating a few streets south originally.”

“Feels a little macabre, saying it out loud. What about you?”

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His fingers drummed up against the flat paper on the table in front of him. He hadn’t unfolded it, because he didn’t have to, the article wouldn’t tell him anything that wasn’t already burned into his brain. The violet blue colour shimmering beneath Fenris’ electric blue eyes exposed how little sleep he had gotten, as a natural early bird this wasn’t new to him, but this particular morning he had come to leaky cauldron at 6 am already, more shook than drunk anymore and even though he wanted to help he was frozen in place. The debris was strangely familiar, but the loss and the tragedy was not, people died. Staring down into his coffee cup he suddenly felt judged, without even knowing if anybody was there he straightened his back, “Be right outside, just a couple minutes. I just–– I just need to finish my coffee.” This wasn't the time to crumble, he needed to swallow the shock far sooner than when he’d return to Hogwarts.