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erstwhles-a​:

“ I’m sorry. ”  It’s not enough. God, it’s not nearly enough, but then, he has never felt this helpless before. Certainly not with her. It’s just that right now, it’s difficult for Jay to see how he is supposed to help her. In the same way, he has to try.  “ With everything you’ve told me about them, maybe it’s not too late for them to… realize. ”  Still, it isn’t lost on him that he has no idea the depth of what he’s talking about. He only has half of the story, and even with that, it still feels like something is missing. Like she hasn’t told him something, and while he can’t bring himself to ask, he feels uncertain even suggesting that her siblings could come to the same understanding. It’s not for him to say. It’s not even for her to say. All he can do is hold her close enough, hoping to shield her from her haunting past. It’s futile, but he has to try.  “ You don’t have to. There’s not a good enough reason for them to have treated you like this. ”  Of course, he still doesn’t understand, and no matter what, he likely never will. His upbringing was so far from the past that she describes: how could he understand?

Of all the possibilities flying through his mind while he patiently awaits her explanation, this was never in his realm of thought. It takes a minute for the fact to even process.  “ Wait, what? ”  His hold around her loosens just enough so that he can meet her eyes, and when he does, the furrow of his brow is deeper than before. Again, what is there to do except listen?  “ I’m here, ”  he says, a break in his voice as he rests his cheek back atop her head. Eyes shut, and he does his best to overcome his own emotions. Still, the grief is overwhelming, and he can only imagine how she feels after a lifetime of hurt and disappointment. The only saving grace is that he is here. For all of the times that Annabelle has been completely alone, and by the sound of it, there have been many, Jay only wants to make it up to her.  “ You know I’m here. I’m not leaving. ”  Even as she turns away from him, he reaches for her hand and gives it a squeeze.  “ This is… so much bigger than you. You did everything you could, and if you were scared to tell me because you thought I’d take their side… never. And you’re not… you’re not alone anymore. You don’t have to be. Annabelle, ”  he says, eyes sparkling with tears as he moves to catch her gaze,  “ this wasn’t just you. ”

Annabelle couldn’t find her way out of her grief in that moment, only his shirt clutched in her hands and his shoulder supporting her forehead as she cried. There were no words to convey how she missed her siblings so. Her whole life she’d had Stefan, him being born only moments before her. And Gabrielle, while she wasn’t blood, she’d been in their lives since she was only months old. Annabelle would have taken them back now, or fifty years down the line, because they had meant the world to her. She still has hope, while only shreds of it, that they felt the same about her, still. Even after all this time. “I miss them.” She confesses, because she’d lost her family, just to lose her child. Still, she’d have left, even knowing what she did now.

When he pulls away from her, even though it’s just slightly, she looks up at him pleadingly. The confident and brazen Annabelle is scared he’s going to leave her too and she’ll be alone again. It’s as if she is baring her soul to him, totally and completely for the first time. But then he reassures her that he is there and rests against her head once more. She sobs like a small child, raw and more vulnerable than she’d ever been with him, or anyone else, since her would had come crashing down years before. “I didn’t want to lose you.” Her voice is broken and lost. But as he speaks, she allows his words to soothe her. Remind her why he’s the one she’s chosen to be with; to trust. Why she loves Jay so unapologetically and deeply. Why her soul aches to be with his. Her brown eyes finally meet his gaze and she tries to nod. Tries to believe him. Attempts to relinquish the blame that should never had been hers to begin with. “She was my everything and what they did to me...it cost me her.” Anna lifts her hands to his cheek, kissing him tenderly. “I love you, Jay.”

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robbie looked over at paisley. she was such a persistent girl, it was somewhat of a turn on to rob though he would never say it out loud just how much he loved it. a laugh left his lips as he looked at her girl. “busy dancing? jesus i feel too old to even be in this club much less get up and dance.. i have two left feet.” he warned her. “so maybe we should just.. talk and slow up on the drinking. no one wants to puke in a club bathroom.” he reminded her.

“Oh, please.” She rolled her eyes at him. “You’re not too old. Plus, you’re definitely hot enough to be here, or they wouldn’t have let you in.”  Paisley countered. Honestly, she just wanted an excuse to press her body up against his. His alternative was not exactly what she wanted, but at least he was willing to stay there with her. Spend time with her. “Alright, if you can keep me entertained with...talking, I’ll slow down on the drinks. But, if you bore me,” She shrugged, looking out at the dance floor. “I’m get a dance.”

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Gabrielle & Hugo (Hugle) Moodboard 1/?

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open: f/nb plots: HERE

robbie had ran into the girl at a club about six months ago. he hadnt realized just how young she was or just how clingy she was. though as much as rob didnt want to admit it he loved every bit of it.  the male felt way too old to be in this club yet he had been invited by her and couldnt turn it down. “dont you think you should slow up on the alcohol?” he asked her.

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Paisley had been stuck on him from the moment she’d saw him months ago and not being one to give up because of something as silly as age, she pursued it. There was something about him that kept her trying, despite his refusal to admit that he liked her, she knew he wouldn’t have shown up tonight if he hadn’t wanted something. “If you want me to slow down, maybe you should keep me busy by dancing.” She countered, sipping her drink defiantly. 

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lockwords​:

There were very few people who Stefan had deemed acceptable to allow bypassing the protective enchantments which surrounded his flat. There was Dolly, his sister and a very few friends whom he trusted completely, none as much as he did Dolly though. She had been a part of his life since forever, and the person he trusted most, loved most, although he still refused to tell her about all the ways he loved her. As he finished showering after a long day at the hospital and walked out of his bathroom with just a towel wrapped around his waist, he hadn’t quite expected to see Dolly in there but a smile grew on his face nevertheless when he saw her. Gone were there days when he used to be surprised to see her in his place all of a sudden, he was much used to it now and her presence always brightened his day anyway. “Considering you got here when I was showering you could have easily joined me.” he said with a smirk on his lips. “Seems like that cup of yoghurt got luckier than me.” 

Without any attempt to hide it, Dolena slowly looked him up and down, taking in every inch of exposed skin that her eyes could find like one might study art. She could easily see it in her mind when he wasn’t there, like one might know their own hands. How many times had she crawled into his bed when the urge to see him could no longer be stifled? Waited for him to get ready without the common decency of turning around? Not to mention all the other ways she’d found to take in his body, but that came with the territory of having been so close for so long. She made certain he had plenty of opportunities to see her as well, so long as any marks she needed to hide were magicked away, either by healing or charms. Make-up even, if she was in a real bind. But those days were long gone now. “I was hungry.” She shrugged, taking another spoonful and eating it, slowly, and quite sensually licking the spoon clean and setting her snack on an end table. “You haven’t gotten dressed yet, so there’s still time.” Dolly offered, but didn’t move any further, something still holding her back from being completely vulnerable with him. He’d have to make the next move if he wanted to go there, always like a game of chess when she felt that it was getting close to the line she desperately wanted to cross, but he didn’t know the depths of her feelings for him. “Just say the word.”

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erstwhles​:

The hand which combs through her hair stills as she speaks and his attention is diverted.  “ You usually are right, ”  he agrees, and despite his growing concern as she curls against him, he manages a smile―only to have it dissipate at her next comment. Still, he thinks that it is better not to say anything. More than anything else, he has a feeling that she just needs someone to listen to her, so it isn’t until she is falls silent that he speaks up  again.  “ Annabelle… ”  He sighs.  “ I’m sorry. ”  Because he isn’t quite sure what else there is to say.  “ I wish I could meet both of them. ”  Jay also wishes that he had the chance to get to know her whole family. He comes from a tight-knit group, and that thought that she doesn’t have that same support system… he hurts alongside her. While he has never wavered in her feelings for him, he knows that there is only so large a role that he can fill in her life.  “ But it sounds like it’s complicated… Maybe it’s too complicated for them, too. it doesn’t have to mean that they don’t want to talk to you. ”  Her feelings seem to catch up with her, and Jay, previously influenced by lack of sleep, suddenly falls more awake.  “ What? ”  He asks in disbelief, turning and wrapping both of his arms around her shrunken frame.  “ No, don’t apologize. Not for this. Not because of them. I’m here, Anna. ” As he holds her close, his eyes shut, and he rests his chin atop her head, feeling useless.

Any other time, she’d take take his words and run with them, gloating about how brilliant she was and the like. However, her usual playfulness had slipped away in the same manner a dream did in the early morning. Tears were stinging her eyes as she nodded, because she wished he could meet them to. That he could have tried whatever baked goods Gabrielle was determined to perfect that month. See that while Stefan was protective, he didn’t usually dislike the people his sisters dated without a reason. It was what he said next, though, that hit her hard. Annabelle had to stifle a sob, because to her it had never been complicated. “I thought they would choose me, because I would have chosen them if it’d been reversed.” She thought that as soon as Gabrielle had turned 18, or graduated, that they’d reach out to her because she was more important to them than their unloving parents. Annabelle had loved her siblings unconditionally, but her father and stepmother always had unobtainable conditions to earn their love. More than anything, she thought her siblings would understand. They’d get that she couldn’t give up her child for parents that had never loved her anyway. For a society she didn’t understand. That when her brother found out what had happened, he’d have found a way to be there for her. To comfort her. Yet, Jay didn’t know the reason she’d left, nor what had followed. “I...I want to tell you why I left. Why they...why they disowned me.” She whispers, because Annabelle needs him to understand, too. To know that he wouldn’t leave because of her past. “I got pregnant shortly after graduating high school.” She confesses, and her body shakes with the sobs that plague her. “And when my father and step mother found out, I was given a choice...to-to end the pregnancy or be hidden away until I could have her and she could be adopted.” The grief in her voice is heavy and Anna clings to him, because part of her is scared he’ll leave too. “But I couldn’t do it, Jay. I just wanted to protect her and make sure that she knew she was loved. And they disowned me and I was on my own. I was eighteen. I was terrified and trying to learn how to take care of myself and get ready to take care of a child. I had to work and I used most of my savings to get an apartment, but I did it.” She looks up at him, so much guilt in her eye and shame in her face. “And one day, I was five and a half months along, I saw my father.” Her words are barely a whisper, and Anna turns her gaze away from him. “We got into an argument. It was horrible. He wanted back some stupid heirloom I’d pawned off and it was just...too much. I tried to leave and I fell. I woke up at the hospital, alone, and she...she had no heartbeat, Jay. My baby was dead and I had to deliver her without anyone I knew with me. Bury her.” Now, she weeps in his arms, broken down as she had been so many times on her own. “I just wanted to protect her and I failed.”

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Dolena hadn’t bothered knocking before entering the flat. If she had, it would have been cause for concern, she was certain, because even if she were seething with anger, she would barge in unannounced, just as she did when she was content. The brunette was certain Stefan wouldn’t have known what to think if she’d actually shown him some common curtesy outside of putting on a show of normalcy for others. Anyway, it’d been a long day and felt like much too long since she’d spent some actual time with her best friend. There was a hollowness within her that ached when they were apart for too long; not a simple loneliness but as if something were missing from her.

She could hear the shower running and didn’t hesitate to make herself comfortable. Maybe she’d go write a message in the fog of his mirror once she found something in his fridge to eat. Pulling it open, she found some yogurt that would suffice and wondered if he kept her favorite kind on hand for days like this. It was something she suspected he would do and could serve as an easy food to convince his younger sister to eat if she began to regress in her recovery. Once the container was open and she’d grabbed a spoon, the shower had stopped. She moved out of the kitchen and perched herself on an end table to wait for him to come out. “If I’d have known it was food and a show, I’d have dressed for the occasion.” She said, when he entered the room. Pressing a spoonful of the light purple-pink substance into her mouth, she looked him over. Considering the view her shoulders rose in a thoughtful shrug before pulling the utensil from her lips. “Or, undressed for it, maybe?”

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erstwhles​:

As she settles into her story, he leans his head, gently, against hers. He is comfortable to hold her in his arms, knowing that at least, here, she feels safe. In the same way, one hand comes up and he runs his fingers absentmindedly through her hair, and listens quietly. The picture that she paints of her past, though he does realize that she only mentions what is worth reminiscing about, brings forth a smile. Both Stefan and Gabby have only ever been mentioned in passing before, so at first, Jay isn’t sure how to respond. For a long moment, he’s quiet, for once, satisfied with the silence that rests between them. Then, eventually,  “ Yeah? ”  He thinks it’s safer to focus on her last comments, unsure if everything she told him was meant for him or if it only came out under the cover of night.  “ Sounds like you’re right. I’d like her. ”  Still, it doesn’t sit well with him, and before he can  overthink it, he continues.  “ But after… you’ve never thought about maybe reaching out to them? Seems like you were close, but maybe she wasn’t sure if you wanted to hear from her after everything. Even if she didn’t want to then… ”

A purr nearly passes her lips as his fingers comb her hair. Annabelle could exist within that feeling forever. Her mother, before she died, would stroke her hair when she was upset. It was one of the few memories she had of her mother, and it was blurring on the edges and had long ago began to fray. His smile doesn’t go unnoticed and the brunette can’t help but think of the happy times she had while growing up; all the times spent with her siblings. Allowing the silence to settle in, she said rested more heavily against him. “I usually am,” She retorts softly, but her usual smugness isn’t present with the comment. His words don’t strike her with much surprise. After all, she’s thought the same thing so many times. “I have,” Anna admits, using the back of her hand to wipe away her tears. “But, it’s not that simple. If my father and step mother, or even maybe Stefan,” her heart aches at that thought, but wouldn’t he have reached out to her if he’d cared to? She sighs, “If they found out we were in contact, they might cut her off too.” That was how her family worked. “I don’t regret my choices, but I’m never wanted to make hers for her. Nor Stefan’s.” Gabby was pliable, so her not reaching out didn’t hurt Annabelle nearly as much as Stefan’s steady silence, especially after how it’d turned out, because she was certain he had to know. He’d have checked in on her, regardless of how he felt. She couldn’t see anything short of protecting Gabby that would have stopped him. The real grief, however, came from losing what she left to keep. It had settled in her, like water after a storm, but the typhoon now took hold and shook her in crashing waves. Annabelle pulls her knees up, tucking them under her chin. “I’m sorry, Jay.” She whispers, hiding her face in his chest, holding on tightly to him, like he might disappear too.

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erstwhles​:

He happily welcomes her into his embrace, wearing a smile as she burrows into his side. In return, he brings a hand up to properly secure the blanket around both of them, and then he rests his head back against hers. “About your family?” It’s what he figured. While she had never shared what her nightmares were about before, it wasn’t difficult to guess. Both in sleep and otherwise, family is the one topic that she shies away from in discussion, and Jay isn’t one to pry beyond what he already knows and what she is willing to share with him. Though, under the guise of sleep, that line seems just a little more blurred. “I’m sure I would’ve,” he hums. A moment of pause sees him sit up, forcing his heavy eyelids to open in favor of looking over at her. “Why don’t you tell me about her?”

The blanket was warm with his heat, which felt good against the chilled skin of her bare legs and feet. It felt safe to be snuggled up beside him; secure. Annabelle valued that feeling more than most, having craved it for so long before they’d become acquainted. At his question, she nodded, but didn’t move her head from where it rested on the side of his chest. “Yeah, we didn’t part amicably.” The admittance was just a whisper, and a pained one at that. Her father and step mother, well, she hadn’t held them in high regard to begin with, but her siblings...they’d meant the world to her. Her features softened as he looked over at her with those eyes. She loved his eyes, but she had a hard time meeting them at this particular moment. “Even though she was my technically our step sister, Stefan and I never really knew life without her. When our parents got married she was still a baby and honestly, Stefan always preferred her.” Despite what her words might suggest, there was no jealousy in her tone. Annabelle loved her sister and the way her twin brother adored the younger girl. “She’s sweet, something she must have gotten from her father, because her mother is nothing of the sort. She could plant any flower and it’d thrive and I’ve never met someone who could bake so well before they were 18. She’d make baked goods for everyone, all the time. But, she didn’t have an ounce of self confidence. I guess it’s hard to with a mother like hers, but Stefan and I tried. He still does, I’m sure.” Tears stung her eyes and she tried to rapidly blink them away. “I thought once Gabby was old enough, they might reach out to me. I got disowned when I was eighteen and she was still in high school. I knew Stefan would stay to protect her, but...” She shrugged, tears slipping down her cheeks as she looked away from Jay. Anna had said much more than she’d intended and not as much about her sister as she’d have liked. “She’d have treated you like a best friend the first time she met you. Gotten all decked out in your team’s merchandise and been the president of your fan club. Bragged about you to anyone who’d listen, including you.”

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He’s sitting at one end of the couch, eyes shut, head tilted back, lips fixed into a subtle frown. The sound of her shuffling in the other room breaks through his thoughts, but he doesn’t stir until he feels her touch on his arm.  “ Hey, ”  he greets, voice low and heavy with sleep. A smile lifts his expression as she curls into his side, and in return, he brings one arm to settle around her frame.  “ Later. For now… ”  For now, he’s happy with where she is, but then, there’s the question of why she’s awake in the first place.  “ Bad dream? ”  He guesses, leaning over and burying his face in her hair.  “ Do you want to talk about it? ”

It doesn’t take much for her to settle into his warm embrace. His presence calming her heartrate considerably, if only he could ward off the nightmares completely. Annabelle doubts that’s possible, though, with the ghost of her past tethered to her core. She nods quietly in response to his question, wrapping her arms around his torso, pulling herself closer to him. She’d never really spoken about the nightmares with him, other than the fact that she had them. Her past wasn’t a topic she spoke much about. Her father and step mother hadn’t spoken to her in years. Her brother hadn’t been part of her life in an attempt to protect their sister, and keeping contact with her would have put the younger girl in the crossfires. “It was about my family,” Her voice was soft with admission. She’d never really spoken about them to Jay, not more than telling him that they were not a part of her life. However, with the witching hour in full bloom, her past crept up on her and asked for an audience. “I miss my brother and sister.” A sad smile grew on her lips and she sighed. “You’d have liked Gabby.”

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Annabelle woke in a cold sweat, panic pounding in her chest as her eyes darted around the dark room. She felt for Jay, but her hands found empty sheets. He’d been there when she fell asleep, but the bathroom light wasn’t on, so she didn’t think he was upstairs anymore. Taking a few deep breaths to calm herself from the bad dream that rested on the edge of her mind, the brunette climbed out of bed and made her way out of the room and into the hall. Padding down the hallway on bare feet, she found Jay in the living room on the couch. Lightly, she touched his arm as she moved towards him. “I couldn’t sleep either.” Anna told him lightly, moving to curl up beside him and kiss his cheek. “Do you want me to make some tea? Since we’re both up?”

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DO YOU EVER MISS A SHIP SO MUCH THAT YOU JUST GO BACK AND REREAD ALL OF THE CONVERSATIONS THEY’VE HAD?! YOU KNOW, CAUSE I DO.

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Hello Again,

I’m sorry I disappeared for quite sometime. Life really got away from me for a while. I am back, however. To anyone that wants to start something new or continue something we were writing, let me know. I’ll be around and I’m always up to write with new people as well. <3

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iendatyourbeginning​:

Another day, another month, another year. Time seemed to be shifting slowly, all merging into one blob of excruciatingly long 24 hours. Regular sleep was not something he had acquired ever since he had become an Auror. Possibly - even before that. Now, with time moving slowly, he seemed to move along with it, like an old man who’s slowly walking to greet death in its open arms. That was the one thing he knew was inevitable. He had long ago given up all ideas about normal life, his path was clear and it didn’t involve softening for those around him. Not to say that he disagreed with the concept of love. He had seen what it could do, he knew the strength it gave to people who had lost all hope. It wasn’t a liability as some wizards tended to think, it simply wasn’t in his hands. Just something that would not cross his short life.

In his office, he was busy on the paperwork, the part of his job that he detested, but had someone come in right at that moment, no one would have thought it. It was his face. Over the years Alastor’s expressions changed from laughter to a poker face, hidden so well, that now only a few could see behind it. His hand moved swiftly along the parchment as he detailed his last mission. There were a few casualties, he couldn’t stop the death eaters taking one of the witches. No matter how hard he tried, the simply sneaked past him while he was fighting the other four. It was unfair - to them. Since the end of the day, he still managed to get five wizards and witches to safety. To his surprise, he let out a small chuckle. People had suddenly become a statistic. Ones he saved and the ones he didn’t. That only meant that he had another mission lined up the moment he handed in those papers. His bag was already packed, patiently waiting for him by the office door. 

Just as he finished scribbling the last sentence, he heard a soft knock on the door. Moody just let out a long sigh and got up from his seat, walking slowly towards the unwelcome guest. Yet, it seemed that the mysterious guest decided against the proper etiquette and he was soon looking down on the top of a small brunette’s head. His only reaction was the raise of his brow, as he curiously waited for her to notice him there. Of course, it did not take long, as soon enough, she bumped into him. “Hello, Annabelle.” He said, his expression remaining the same just as seconds before. “Perhaps I should be frightened as you are the one to barge in?” his eyes starred into her depths as he took in her features. She seemed somewhat distressed, there were features on her face that indicated… Worry? He glanced back away from her and with another sigh shut the door. “What can I do for you? I don’t suppose you’ve come to England for a chit-chat?” 

A breathy laugh escaped her and she swiped a strand of hair out of her face. Her hand rested over her chest and the brunette let it fall to her side again. Hardly missing a beat as he spoke, she opened her mouth to speak. “I thought you’d be used to young women barging into your office by now.” A playful smile teased at the corners of her lips and she looked around, as if she might spot one hiding out in his office. Though, she knew better than to actually suspect to find some tart loitering about. Besides her, of course. Alastor had come across as the serious type and she doubted he liked to play many games. Especially not at work, despite how he’d engaged in conversations with her while he’d been in France. Maybe that was partially because of how persistent she’d been? Or because she kept him on his toes more than anyone else there had been able to. Or maybe, a small nagging voice in her mind suggested, he was simply bored. That thought was quickly pushed away, though.

 As he took in her features, she could practically feel the capillaries in her cheeks widening, causing them to redden slightly under his gaze. The attention wasn’t foreign, but the intensity of his gaze was enough to make a nun blush. It felt like he was reading every crease of her skin. Trying to peer into her soul in order to find the answer to the questions that had yet to leave his lips. But, as quickly as his eyes had settled to take her in, he moved away and shut his office door. “Maybe I was just in town and thought I’d pop in to see you.” She offered, though, this was not a game she’d play very long. It provided a bit of normalcy for her, despite everything that felt unbearably out of control. “It was obvious during our last encounter that you would miss me afterwards. I could hardly be so cruel as to deprive you of my presence.”

Uncharacteristically, she bit her lip and shook her head, as if to dismiss her own words. “In all honesty, I came here to look for some answers.” She told him, moving to set her bag down in the chair opposite the one behind his desk. The brunette felt the need to pace around the office, but knew it would do little good. “It’s a lot to explain, but I thought you might be able to help, if you’ve got the time.” It truly was a lot to go over, just starting with her connection to England, despite having been raised in Luxembourg. There were more and more pieces to the puzzle that was her life, she could barely begin to sort through them and put them together. But, at the very least, she could give him the file on her father’s case and explain what she knew. Her dad was the only family she knew, despite her mother and twin also being alive. She’d never come to know them, or even meet them. She’d been whisked away from them before Gabrielle was even born. From a life that seemed to promote what the Death Eaters and their leader were doing. “I think it has to do with the Death Eaters.” She told him honestly, “And by association, the man that calls himself Lord Vol de la Mort. Flight of Death.” The french meaning had hardly been lost on her. “Guess he’s looking to evade it.” Rubbing her arm anxiously, she looked at Alastor, “Something happened to my father after I graduated. He’s missing and...and I worked with the Aurors in Luxembourg, but they held me in custody for weeks and then, when they realized I hadn’t killed him, they let the case go cold.” There was more anger than anything in her voice, but the sadness could be heard at the edges, like she was fighting to keep it at bay. “Everything is all messed up and no one will help me. Or believe me. I didn’t know who else I could trust, besides you.”

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It’d been three days since Annabelle Selwyn had arrived in London. The first day she’d spent filling out paperwork for her flat and unpacking what items she’d been able to salvage from her and her father’s flat. The next day had been spent at St. Mungo’s in a clerical office, finishing up the last of the papers she’d needed to officially transfer her training to England and trying to find a good take away spot for food. On the third day, however, she made her way to the ministry and to the office of the Aurors. She’d met Alastor her last year at school, just briefly. He’d been there on business that she wasn’t privy to and she took an interest in him. Being in his presence had been fun for her, like a child getting their first taste of freedom. His intelligence clear in his words and their repartee was enjoyable. 

That wasn’t why she had sought him out before even going to look for her sister. It was her father. He’d been missing a while now and the authorities in Luxembourg had given up after they’d detained her for suspicion of murdering him. They couldn’t prove anything, however, as his body was not found and she had been the one to report him missing. There was no evidence that she’d taken him, only circumstantial things, like the fact that she had access to their apartment and that they’d had a spat. Thankfully, after nearly two weeks, the owner of the place she’d stayed had come back from her business trip and verified that Annabelle had been there. It seemed like her life had been on hold since his disappearance.

Delicate knuckles knocked on the door frame, it’s mate sporting a plaque that read the Alastor’s name. He was her only real hope now. She hoped he wouldn’t think she was lying like the last set of aurors had. Not bothering to wait for an invitation, she peaked inside. “Alastor Moody?” She called out softly. “I apologize for dropping in unannounced, I just wasn’t sure who else to go to.” Her voice was quiet and she waiting for a response, her heart pounding in her chest. “It’s Annabelle. Annabelle Selwyn. From Beauxbatons?” There was a nagging doubt that he wouldn’t remember her. However, when she went to step back from the door frame, the green eyed girl collided with something solid behind her. Someone solid. She turned around quickly, hand reaching instinctively for her wand, but when she saw the familiar face she dropped it, giving the man an amused look. “You nearly gave me a fright, Alastor.”

@iendatyourbeginning​