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* / MULCIBER.

there was a wish for blood in the air, and it caused a vicious smirk upon the lips of the handsome man wandering down the alleyways. his mask tucked away into his coat, only to be donned at the right time. but for now, he wanted them to see him. hearing the whispers of fans and admirers when he passed making him chuckle. fools. they were all inferior to him and T O N I G H T some of them would pay the toll of existing in the same way as him. but he remembered the words of his master ( how he hated that word, no one could control him ) and he wouldn’t strike just yet even if he wished to hex those who were in his way as he walked through the crowd. vaguely interested in the rumoured auction that would take place here. deciding on a spot in a corner he leans against the brick wall and soon pulls out his wand, to play with. all calm, collected and unlike himself. head turning to the person next to him. “ do you believe it’s real? ”

amelia was truly panicking. internally, of course, but like most of the people waiting in the alley, there was a lot on the line. no amount of preaching about the nonexistence of the list was enough to make herself believe it was fake. but even now, there are plenty of excuses readily available at the tip of her tongue if anyone asked her presence was a work assignment, nothing personal. the woman had gotten good at this, and she intends to stay that way, no matter how many times someone questions her opinion. “NO.” she doesn’t bother to look beside her, gaze instead trained ahead of her, anticipating the explosion that was bound to occur any moment now. the tension was heavy and lingering, threatening to spill over at any moment, the RIGHT moment. “it’s just a poorly thought out rumour and once people begin to realize that, this will be all over.” yet her feet were still planted firmly on the ground, no intention of moving any time soon.

#EVENT. * / the allegiance index.#DIALOGUE. * / anthony.

* / REGULUS.

“personally, i don’t believe it.” of course, he was talking about the list. who wasn’t? he was sick of it, but it seemed to be the only subject that mattered. “one, how do you suppose one person could get the in on both sides without getting themselves killed? or found out, at the very least, now that it may or may not be out.” regulus’s calm demeanor was in direct opposition to his racing mind, his heavy heart, the knot in his stomach. he was trying his hardest to believe in ‘out of sight, out of mind.’ “two … actually, that’s it. anything they could have possibly gained would be eliminated by getting murdered by either side. it’s nothing but sensationalism.” he felt like the dark mark ( hidden under sleeves, despite the warm weather ) on his arm was on fire. the would have scratched it right off then and there if it were possible.

her intense desire for the truth, though easily concealed on the surface, was escalating by the minute. the list was an unavoidable topic these days even her coworkers at the ministry seemed to be immersed in discussion every chance they got. so when the conversation shifts to it, she hardly bats an eyelash, planned statement already on the tip of her tongue. “my thoughts exactly.” now that was something she could agree with him on. she’s almost surprised when the words fall from her lips, at how willing she was to talk about it in public. but she figures if the list really did exist, there was nothing she could say or do that could get her name off it now. amelia was already confined to her fate anyway. “if you think about the practicalities of it all, the chance of it actually existing is slim to none. i don’t think anyone, from either side, could have pulled this off. besides, it’s obvious that someone just made it up to cause drama. it’s nothing to actually be worried about.” false.

#DIALOGUE. * / regulus.

* / ARTHUR.

“so, you really think it’s true?” arthur questioned the other, though he shouldn’t really be speaking about it out loud, and technically he had nothing to worry about, his voice was low in the bustle of the what was happening behind them. “the ministry are taking it very seriously - i got sent home early n’ everything.”

“why would it be ?” amelia was also among the ministry employees who got sent home early, though she stayed longer to loiter around the office in a rather obvious attempt to gather more information. but her failure to uncover anything left her feeling more nervous than ever, paranoia hidden underneath placid expression. “i suspect it’s just a ploy to divide us even more. there are no valuable sources, no way to know for SURE. it’s impossible.”

#DIALOGUE. * / arthur.

* / GARETH.

“i try to make the most of it. if it’s a whole family, i can distract the younger kids with tricks and stuff while grandpa’s doing the real work. drop subtle hints, do a little brainwashing of my own,” he admitted with a light smirk. “i’d never intrude. unfortunately, that’s kinda frowned upon … but you know, tell the kids that it’s good to be nice, remind them to use their manners, that kinda stuff. it’s really all i can do, sadly.”

“you must be good with children then. i know i wouldn’t have the patience to deal with things like that. especially the parents. i’m sure you’re no stranger to how awful some of them could be.” she was well aware of the lengths some families took when it came to their child’s education, suddenly thankful her own was nothing like that. “but you’re right. there’s really nothing else we can do except hope for the best. seems a little too passive, don’t you think ? with everything going on, it just seems like we should be doing more.”

#DIALOGUE. * / gareth.

* / EDGAR.

his fingers tapped against his knee. the only sign of his nerves. of the anxiety lurking over all their shoulders. the list setting everyone on edge. edgar consumed with who might be on it. with effort, he kept his tone light. grateful, at least, for the privacy of amelia’s apartment. lately, it seemed he hardly saw his sister without a horde of press or ministry officials listening to their every word. “say the damned lists exist,” edgar preferred to assume that they did -plan for the worst- “how likely is it that you’re on it? think of every possible person who could know, ‘melia.” ( @ironbvnes )

amelia considers his question carefully, fingers wrapped around the mug of coffee in her hand. “i can’t think of anyone who would know.” it almost surprises her how easily the LIE falls from her lips, how willing she was to consider it in the first place. but that was a conversation for another day, she decides. “of course, i’m sure there’s suspicion. everyone is so suspicious these days. but no one would have any PROOF against me. unless it’s an inside job. ” another statement coated with lies, this time more for her sanity than his. “and you ? you don’t think anyone near the minister’s office would have started wondering ?”

#DIALOGUE. * / edgar.

* / EVAN.

@ironbvnes

“ that was the last time, “ he mutters, but he doesn’t know himself who he’s saying it more to. as if that isn’t something he has said the last…. five times. maybe more, he doesn’t like to keep track. anymore. eyes filled with hatred glaze over her, as he quickly zips up his pants. shirt soon follows, flying through the room from its abandoned place on the floor with a flick of his finger. they’ve been at this for a while now —- too long ( which is something they might finally be able to agree on, too ). it makes him feel disgusting — loathsome, but still, he can’t stop himself. so really, he’s weak, more than anything else. “ unfortunately, this won’t be the last i see of you, bones, “ he says, and voice becomes a little lower, a little more disgruntled. around her, the chivalry that runs so deep in his blood seems to fade, just a little bit. she makes him a little bit worse, a little bit more vile. if that’s even possible, when it comes to him. “ or will i be so lucky that you won’t attend the minister’s meeting tomorrow? “ at that, fingers move on to his shirt, quickly running over the buttons, slowly restoring himself to the image of perfection that allows him to sleep at night.

this was how many of their conversations went when they were alone together. one of them would announce it was over before they parted ways, only to find themselves tangled up in one another before the next week was over. it was a ROUTINE, one that she had unexpectedly and regrettably fallen into. “you said that last time.” the words are elicited without much thought, a hand moving to pull her silk blouse over her head before tucking it back into her skirt. in a few swift motions her necklaces are straightened, hair is tamed and she’s almost as presentable as she was before she stumbled into him. almost. “you might have a little bit of... lipstick on your neck, by the way. you should get that off before it stains that fancy shirt of yours.” just then, her fingers wipe away at the lipstick that smudges her own mouth, smirking. there was something about leaving her mark on him ( even if only for a fleeting moment ) that gave her a sick sort of satisfaction among all the anger and resentment already harbored within her. “unfortunately, you can’t get rid of me that easily, roseir.” unless that was a threat. no matter how hard she tried she was always somewhat on edge, always expecting the worst. “unless you decide not to show. now wouldn’t that be a TREAT for us all ?”

#DIALOGUE. * / evan.

* / GARETH.

“honestly, it’s a shame how many parents just spew their — their hate so openly. the poor children don’t need to be hearing that. they’re just kids.” gareth sighed. he hated how little he could do to prevent it. not without alienating customers and losing business and yadda yadda. he took a long drink and set the glass down rather harshly. “we’re not born hating other people, y’know?”

“it’s sick.” she agrees, a finger circling the rim of her bottle as she elicits a sigh. “the saddest part is that most kids can’t see what’s wrong with it and they just grow up thinking that its OKAY. and it’s not like we can do anything to intervene or anything because it’s just ... not our place. not our kids.” situations like those were some of the only amelia would not let herself meddle in, a rare occasion in itself. but she knew better than to go causing trouble in elite pure blood families, especially in a time like this. “i bet that must be really hard to see at work everyday. i really can’t imagine.”

#DIALOGUE. * / gareth.

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#INTROSPECTION * / lighten up buttercup.

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#VISAGE. * / a girl is a gun.#this is an amelia look tbh

* / BELLATRIX.

@ironbvnes

she hears things. people whispering in her ear about what her enemies are doing, who they’re seeing, what their lives are like. it’s not so much out of curiosity, as it is necessity. she needs to know what buttons to push, what will hurt the most. how to drive someone mad. but today, she’s sitting placed behind amelia bones’ desk only to taunt her. fingers are impatiently fiddling with an ink bottle, tossing it between her hands, but eyes are focused intensely on the door. waiting for it to swing open. when it does, feet place themselves on amelia’s desk, and she drops the bottle. mustn’t touch what isn’t hers. a cruel smile slips onto her lips and she leans back in the chair. “i hope you don’t mind that i made myself at home,” she says, shrugging slightly. after all, someone with her name runs the law enforcement department… so she’s hardly too bothered by breaking into an auror’s office. “ heard that you’re single now. congratulations are in order. ”

she’s had a long morning, one filled with a rather nasty interrogation that left her drained and defeated. so amelia nearly jumps when she opens the door to her office and her eyes catch a glimpse of the woman behind her desk, breath caught in her throat. “of course not.” she draws rather sarcastically, the sight of a pair of feet on her desk enough to make her snap right then and there. but she doesn’t. her movements aren’t laced with fear, but more with caution, as she shuffles towards the desk, fingers pushing the ink bottle into it’s appropriate corner. she doesn’t dare unpack her things, instead standing on the opposite side of the desk, arms crossed over her chest defiantly. “i don’t know what you mean. i’ve always been single.” the statement rolls off her tongue with a hint of indifference, though it stings more than she could imagine. “to what do i owe the pleasure, bellatrix ? surely you didn’t come here for girl talk.”

#DIALOGUE. * / bellatrix.

- ̗̀ task 006 amelia is a SLYTHERIN !

#interesting #maraudrshq:tasks #TASK * / tbd.

- ̗̀ task 005 spring 1972

#TASK * / tbd.#maraudrshq:tasks #the year probably ain't right but we're rolling with it #tw abuse #just in case??#also this is so bad no one read this ghierhg

* / LEO.

he lets himself be guided away, sinking deeply into the couch, followed by a small cloud of smoke. if only he could disappear for a bit in it, or bury his head in the sand, pretend like he didn’t feel so FOOLISH, like a joke. you love with an open heart. how could amelia love something so hated ? how could amelia love the part of him that always left him bleeding out ? how could amelia love any part of him ? leo shakes his head slightly, as if trying to get rid of the terrible thoughts fast approaching, snowballing their way to self destruction, and at last lets his eyes focus on her, hands gripping hers tightly in a way they so often had. god, he’d trust her with every damn demon in his head, just like he’d been trusted with hers. “ no. i know what i saw. “ open heart, gushing out blood. open eyes, tears daring to spill out as well. you cry too much, his father said to him once, so he never cried in front of them again. you cry too much, you cry too much, you love with an open heart. leonardo is doomed with soft edges. “ this was a cover and i - i just, i thought it had become more than that. shit, i was just so… “ in love, he’d thought. “ i can’t stop giving more than i take. “

it felt like a part of her was aching with him and she wants nothing more than to take his pain away, to make everything just go away. in an attempt to, she loosens her grip on his hand, arms moving to wrap around his shoulders instead. she’d never been a particularly touchy person, but with leo, all guard was down. “i’m sorry.” she was, truly, deeply sorry. and for a minute, it was the best she could do, the best she could say, unable to even fathom what he was feeling. but she would try her best, hoping the words that were about to fall from her lips would resonate with him somehow, someway. “hey, listen to me. what you feel is completely valid and there’s nothing wrong any of it. and i know this feels like the worst thing that could ever happen and you think you will never feel the same again, but you will be okay. do you hear me ? you are so much more than this, leo. heartbreak hurts, I KNOW, but i love you. and other people love you for who you are now. focus on that. don't change.” a hand moved to cup his cheek, gaze trained on his. there there was bravery and strength in his softness, she just wished he could see it.

#DIALOGUE. * / leo.

* / EDGAR.

he wouldn’t let sleep claim. remained awake, pacing from the jumbled emotions coursing through him, as he awaited for amelia to appear. knowing she would, understanding she would need him. he wasted no time pulling her into his embrace, his own face a stoic mask as his sister fell apart in his arms. his hand brushed over her hair. the bones twins, so strong, so collected, so steady in a crisis. both crumbling in the face of a death they… he swallowed his own tears. shoved down the despair creeping through his lungs, up his throat. edgar would be a rock for his sister. would hold himself together so she could break to pieces and, with hope, heal. “i know, i know,” he murmured. and he did know, more than amelia had ever admitted. edgar had seen her connection with sturgis. wished upon stars it would become more than this. he nearly sunk to his knees to beg her forgiveness. “we’ll get them, amelia. i swear to you we will crush them all.”

heartbreak was one thing amelia had been FORTUNATE enough to avoid, wouldn’t have recognized it unless it hit her in the face. but this was it the splitting feeling in her chest that would’ve brought her to her knees had it not been for edgar’s strength holding her up. it was crippling, more painful than any childhood injury she’d ever sustained, more painful than any curse ever thrown at her. and she HATED it. she’d trained for this, had practiced for years, yet she still crumbled just as easily as anyone else would, which is what they wanted. “i want them dead, edgar. he didn’t - neither of them deserved this.” the venom in her voice almost shocks her, but she doesn’t stutter. tear soaked eyes finally meet his gaze, though she wasn’t quite ready to leave his comfort just yet. “things were... finally good. we had plans, you know. and now... well, i don’t know.” perhaps that’s what scared her the most : the uncertainty all the grief would bring.

#SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER <3 #DIALOGUE. * / edgar.

* / LEO.

he’d gotten a patronus in the middle of the night, informing him of the event, bringing inevitable FEAR into his life, as if mountains of it didn’t exist already. after sending a letter out to lemon, and checking in on a couple of people, he’d made his way to headquarters, a place heavy with grief and paranoia, but especially a busy place, even at 4am. people rushed in and out for the urgent meetings in which they were told the news and how to check if they were somewhat safe, and he greeted them with a warm smile, held a few shoulders of those closer to the victims, or closer to anxiety over their own safety. his letter to amelia had been sent, but no reply - an auror had told him she was on call. as he tidied up the place, waiting for one of the last batches to come out of the meeting room, hoping that the image of an organised place would bring them any of the comfort it did to him, amelia at last showed up. “ hey. “ he leaned in to place a kiss on the top of her head after she’d sat down, mind running throught he possibilities. perhaps she’d gone to one of the crime scenes ( he’d heard fenwick’s had been gory, shaking him to his core with vague descriptions ), perhaps she’d been closer to them than what he’d given her credit for. rummaging through memories, he’d heard her say benjy’s name a few times. sturgis’ more. mostly annoyed, but as of late the mentions had lessened, and softened. whatever the reason, his eyes, focused on her with concern, but from a prespective from which he couldn’t see her face, oh his eyes weighed. “ some. i’m sure moody will go search for something in a bit and ignore the little labels. “ she’d been quiet for too long to follow up with such a mundane question. in a swift movement, he left the parchements and turned, lowering himself down in front of the chair, searching for support in the table and her arms, peering into her face. he too is silent for a beat. “ i’m sorry. “ he whispers, unsure of why he is, but he’s certain he’ll get an asnwer soon.

amelia hesitates, doesn’t want to burden him with anything else. she remembers who he is, who THEY are, who they’ve always been. but she just can’t bring herself to explain everything to him, not when everything was so fresh. that was a conversation for another day. “you’re right. he does always do that. bad habit that is.” she sniffs, eyes already misty with tears ready to fall. after her visit to edgar’s, one would think that she would have no tears left to cry. but she blinks them away, determined not to completely crumble this time. even in front of leo, one of the only people she fully trusted, amelia has a hard time being truly vulnerable, preferring to keep her calm demeanor. “so am i.” the tears brimming at her eyes finally fall, but she brushes them away quickly, finger tips resting against her temple. she was sorry she wasted so much time, sorry she didn’t tell him how she really felt, sorry she was in this war in the first place. her hands grip his arms tightly for stability, but also for comfort. her eyes finally meet his, gaze misty with tears and heartbreak. “i just saw him sturgis, i mean. got called to the scene.” amelia never had a problem with dead bodies before ( it was part of her job, after all ), but that night was a different story. she’s still visibly shaken, still deeply shocked, even after talking it over with her brother less than an hour before. her voice is empty as she speaks, eyes trained on the wall in front of her as she tries to formulate coherent words. but how could she put into words what she was feeling when it still didn’t feel real ? “i can’t keep doing this. fighting a war where people, perfectly GOOD people keep dying. it hurts so much, leo. i can’t - i can’t. i don’t want to.”

#DIALOGUE. * / leo.#this is short i'm sry

allsonargent

#amelia ghost wrote this #INTROSPECTION * / lighten up buttercup.

* / LEO.

shaky hands knocked on her door, trembling with all the emotions he’d held in throughout the day. out of everyone’s sight, he could at last let it spill out, and it was violently painful. the small space before her door filled up with cigarette smoke and stench, but he couldn’t stop himself - it definitely felt like the only thing keeping him somewhat whole in that moment. as soon as his friend opened the door, he entered, never caring for courtesies with her. they’d always been able to just barge into each other’s days - or in that case, early night. “ marlene, “ his voice cracked slightly in the middle of the name, “ is seeing someone. or, i don’t even - i can’t ask, y’know. but there was a man in her bedroom today. and then we went to a gathering holding hands. “ he could feel something heavy pile up in his eyes, dangerously close to spilling out, but everything was out in the open with amelia so what were a few tears anyway. “ i feel so STUPID. i always do this shit. i see things where they aren’t and fuck myself over. “ // @ironbvnes

amelia is sitting at her kitchen table, documents scattered around her, glass of wine in her hand when she hears a knock at the door. she jots down a quick note before hustling to the door, . her eyes widen with excitement once she realizes it’s HIM, but melt with worry a second later. he’s hurting, she can feel the pain radiating from him as soon as they make eye contact. “leo ? what’s wrong ?” she steps aside, tilting the door open wider for him to enter. her brows furrow with worry as she wraps an arm around his back, guiding him to the couch, a place they’d shared many conversations over the years, both good and bad. “hey hey hey, you are not STUPID. don’t you ever think that.” her head shakes, voice full of encouragement and certainty. it killed her to see him like this broken, hurt, hopeless. “you love with an open heart, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. it’s something i’ve always admired about you.” he knew this. she reaches for his hand, encasing both of his between hers, as if she’s trying to put his pieces back together. “are you sure she’s seeing someone, though ? what if you misunderstood ? or was it just one of those times where you just... knew ?” she hopes, PRAYS, that it’s not the latter.

#DIALOGUE. * / leo.

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