Stars, hide your fires

That holiday was completely boring.

Yes, but I always assume it to be Cissy. You’re usually the normal one.

Usually.

Hmm.

You know, Andy, thinking like this is exactly what will let them gain power. That there’s nothing we can do anyway, so we just let them be.

Right. I’m supposed to fight the thing that kills me.

Ethnical implications, that’s such rubbish. If we have means of bringing the truth to light, why don’t we use them?

#idk i find this conversation so interesting #like they're so similar in tehir views and yet different at the same time #convo #sirius

Merlin, Sirius, this is going nowhere. Us and them? Isn't that what's gotten us into this mess in the first place?

Exactly. But you're supposed to be smarter than it. What's the point in fighting it if it's going to kill you within five seconds of battle?

Rubbish? It's intruding on people's minds. That's a step away from using the Unforgivable Curses as a means of extracting truth in court.

That holiday was completely boring.

Honestly you are completely too optimistic.

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Someone has to balance you out, Miss. Pessimism.

#convo #bella

October 10, 1976 || Helping Hands || Amelia & Andromeda

Hogsmeade trips were the very best time of the year in Amelia’s opinion. The small village was so cozy it often resembled the figurines you could saw in snow globes. At the moment it didn’t really resemble a snow covered village, it looked more like everything was in the process of dying. It was beautiful of course, seeing the leaves change color, or watching the way they fell from the branches. She often found it odd why there was beauty in death in the fall. Nonetheless she was enraptured by the changing landscape during her free time, not that she had any lately.

At the moment her view was obstructed by packages laden in her arms. The Hufflepuff had managed to leave the local book shop without a problem. It was only now that she was making her way down the street that there was an issue. In the back of her mind she made a mental note to send an owl to the Sorting Hat stating that not only were Hufflepuffs good finders but that they were extremely good at balancing large packages in their arms. She’d make sure to talk to Dumbledore about that as well, it was definitely a legitimate skill that needed to be documented for future generations. Was it possible to ramble to oneself? Apparently it was since Amelia was doing it.

It was her back and forth with her subconcious that resulted in what happened next. Due to the books in her hands she didn’t see the dip in the road. Luckily she evaded it. She wasn’t so lucky when it came to the tree root that had grown over the path. One moment she was perfectly content arguing with herself, the next she was flat on her front with the brown wrapped books she’d just gotten littered on the ground.

Andromeda had chosen to take the day for herself, rather than fill it with groups of friends or acquaintances. She'd only just avoided being hooked onto Rabastan Lestrange's arm for the day, and wanted nothing more than to enjoy some time in peace and quiet in the autumn air. She's always loved Hogsmeade, in the kind of unabashed way one loves something they found enchanting in childhood. She'd never seen the point in feigning disinterest when it came to things like this. Loving a village was harmless, after all - hardly something her mother could ever scold her for.

And so she'd stopped into the Three Broomsticks for a butterbeer, gone to Honeydukes for three packages of Sugar Quills (one for her and one each for her sisters) and was just heading toward the bookstore.

Andromeda was no Seer, but she could have foretold disaster simply by the tilt of the precarious pile of packages in the other student's hands. Hogsmeade's paths were tricky at the best of times. Its age contributed to dips and tucks and overgrown plants, along with any number of other obstacles. So when the packages suddenly went spilling to the ground (along with their carrier), Andromeda winced but wasn't surprised. Diverting her course, she approached Amelia. "Are you alright?" she asked, before kneeling down to collect the fallen books. "That looked like a rather nasty fall."

She had collected a small stack of the tumbled books quite quickly, and she examined them for tears in the paper or other damage. "Luckily, it seems your little library survived quite well."

#para #para amelia

that-jamespotter

Ancient Artifacts || Andy and James

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It was dark inside the suit of armour - naturally, it didn’t have it’s own light source. James was about to use a light from his wand, but he almost fell backwards off the short pedestal at the voice.

Clutching at the metallic rim of the collar, the startled look on his face dissolved into a gleeful greeting, though there was still a sheepish air to him as well. While he rarely had regrets, he could have the grace to look embarrassed occasionally. Besides, Andromeda had that authoritative look - something to do with being a Black and all that - which made the question a little more exasperated.

"Andie!" he exclaimed. "You were damn quiet sneaking up there, weren’t you? Oh, this?" James made a show of looking down at himself, in the position he was in. "I’m just studying the inner workings of the Hogwarts suits of armour. It’s really very interesting. Extra-curricular programme for special people you understand." His grin only widened as he caught sight of what she was holding. Delighted, he pointed at it with his wand, an admonishing, disapproving look on his face that mockingly resembled a scolding goblin mother, "Is that a Fanged Frisbee you have there? I’m quite ashamed to even behold such a sight! Those things are banned, don’t you know? What mischief have you been up to, Miss Black?”

Despite everything, she'd always liked the Marauders. Perhaps it was simply the fact that Sirius was one of them, but she'd always found them, for lack of a better word, interesting. They were so sure of themselves, so free in many ways that she was not. Perhaps in another life, she'd have been sorted into Gryffindor, like Sirius. Perhaps in another life, she'd have made different friends. But it was useless to think of.

She smirked at the startled edge to his signature gleeful grin, and listened with amused interest to his explanations. "The inner workings of suits of armor?" She asked, "You do realize they've all been empty for, oh, I don't know, hundreds of years?" Extra-curricular program for special people. She had to bit back a laugh at that one. "I take it you're the most special person in Hogwarts, then, considering you seem to be the only participant." A thought struck her then, and she cast a dubious glance at neighboring suits of armor. "Unless, of course, my cousin is hiding inside of them, hoping to scare innocent passers-by."

The Fanged Frisbee in her hand snarled, and Andy smacked it against her knee to shut it up. "It is a Fanged Frisbee, Potter, yes. I'm glad you haven't lose your sense of sight." But she smiled to take the edge off of the sarcasm. "It's confiscated, actually. Some of your younger housemates were attempting to terrify a few innocent Hufflepuffs. Influenced, no doubt, by a certain group of Gryffindor troublemakers. You wouldn't happen to have anything to do with the dispersal of banned items to first years, now, would you?"

Ancient Artifacts || Andy and James

Something about that suit of armour had always made James suspicious. But he didn’t often pass by that way, because there was a staircase that was quicker for changing floors and a passageway that cut past it; even when he did, he was already preoccupied running off somewhere. But now he had a spare motive and Charms homework to procrastinate and the damned thing had popped into his head. He certainly wouldn’t leave it alone.

It had rattled sometimes, he was sure of it, he tried to recall as he pushed out through the portrait hole. They had all rattled when the Marauders had enchanted them once (or four times, for various uses), but this one rattled of its own accord. Being rather hyperactive, James was always noticing things, but he didn’t always act on them - his brain ran at a hundred miles a minute, and it was hard enough for his mouth to catch up, never mind the rest of him.

It was hardly late, so there was a few people about. Only a couple down the end of the corridor of the armour, which he wasn’t bothered about. It wasn’t breaking any rules after all, was it? Sure that something was going to come of his efforts, he levitated the helmet off the stand, catching it and checking inside. Nothing. Standing on the short pedestal and on tiptoe, he leaned over the neckhole to peer inside.

Perhaps Andromeda didn't always take prefect duties quite as seriously as she should. But when you catch an unsuspecting Hufflepuff being tailed by mischevious Gryffindor first years, well, one has to do something. "And just what do you think you're doing?" She asked them, folding her arms, taking full advantage of the Black reputation. The first years looked up at her with wide eyes, pushing the Fanged Frisbee behind their backs. "Nothing," they chorused, and Andy raised a brow at them. "Oh, really?" "Really. We were just..." "Carrying a Fanged Frisbee which, as I'm sure you know, were forbidden by the Headmaster. Hand it over, please." "We don't know what you're talking about." This was rapidly becoming ridiculous, and Andromeda sighed heavily. "Look, you two. Either you give me the frisbee and get on your way, or I dock five points from Gryffindor. For each of you." The two looked at one another, pushed the Fanged Frisbee into her hands, and darted off. Likely up to more trouble, but not something Andy would likely be required to handle.

Fanged Frisbee in hand, she continued down the hallway. She could have sworn she'd seen the faraway figure at the other end removing the head of a suit of armour. What that was about, Andy could only guess.

As she approached on quiet feet, she recognized none other than her cousin's best friend, James Potter. Of course, she thought with a sigh. Who else would it be? "Potter," she said, "What in Merlin's name are you doing?"

#para #para james

Oh Merlin,

"Could be the flu, who knows." Severus replied thickly. His sinuses were stuffed, making him take shallow breaths from his mouth."

"Imagine, the whole of Slytherin house sick." A cough ran through him. He turned not wanting to get any germs on her, but gave her a shaky smile. "They’d have my head on a spike, especially your sister."

"Oh, you poor thing. You really don't sound good. Tea with lemon and honey might help that cough, though."

"With our penchant for dramatics, it would be quite interesting, wouldn't it?" She laughed and shook her head. "Bella might seek revenge, you're right. Just avoid coughing within about ten feet of her, though, and you shouldn't have a problem."

#convo #severus

That holiday was completely boring.

I wouldn't say completely boring. It...had its moments

#convo #bella

Oh Merlin,

God it better not be. I don’t think I’d be able to stand it. Tried it, didn’t work. I’m going to have to ride this cold out myself. If I were you I’d keep my distance, it may be catching.

It didn't work? That's unusual. It must be a pretty nasty thing, then. Are you sure it's a cold?

Oh, don't worry about me. We're in the same House, you know. If it's catching I'm sure just about everyone will get it, eventually.

#convo #severus

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sister snakes; a fanmix for the sisters black and their mutual destruction [listen here] cover art by the endlessly talented mary.

“if you have a sister and she dies, do you stop saying you have one? or are you always a sister, even when the other half of the equation is gone?" – jodi picoult

the long haul – no / welcome to the storm, we’re babies till we’re born, then adults from our first day breathing everybody wants to rule the world – lorde / acting on your best behaviour, turn your back on mother nature, everybody wants to rule the world the crooked kind - the radical face / shadows dance around the room, i know their names, i carry their blood too sister – mumford and sons / sister, don’t let go, sister, don’t let go of us bad blood – bastille / as the friendship goes, resentment grows, we will walk our different ways howl – florence and the machine / if you could only see the beast you’ve made of me, i held it in but now it seems you’ve set it running free so cold – ben cocks / it’s so quiet here and i feel so cold, this house no longer feels like home. a lannister black always pays their debts – ramin djawadi / [instrumental]

#queued up

Oh Merlin,

Could this cold be any worse?

At least it isn't the flu. There's Pepperup Potion in the Hospital Wing, you know. It may not be exactly pleasant, but it does work.

#convo #severus

aleccto

"Or perhaps in Slytherin,

You’ll make your real friends,

Those cunning folk use any means,

To achieve their ends.”

#autobio

Hmm.

blackstarsirius

Maybe not stupid, but increasingly bold and self-confident. We both know what’s going on outside of Hogwarts, right? If this thing, this movement gains more followers and power, they’re going to think they can get away with more and more.

Well what are people supposed to do? Laugh and pretend everything’s peachy?

I don’t expect you to do that, Andy. But I don’t understand why people higher up on the ladder of decision-making don’t do exactly that. This was dark magic, they should be found and thrown out of Hogwarts faster than they can blink. What do they use Veritaserum for if not for something like this?

I know. I know. And I like it about as much as you do. But the fact of the matter is, there's little we can do to stop it. You know how long this has been brewing - it was only a matter of time.

No. But you're not supposed to feed the thing that could kill you.

I'm sure they already are. What would we know about it? They won't even use Veritaserum in legal trials because of the ethical implications. Not to mention the fact that it can be resisted. I don't think they're about to pull it out at Hogwarts.

#convo #sirius

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brxther-xf-a-tratixr

"I am your only little sister."

#convo #cissa #that made no sense but i am tired #and therefore will pretend that it does

"Well then, I guess it's a good thing you're my favorite or I'd be out of luck."

ameliamemorobelia-deactivated20

Hmm.

Unless there’s a ventriloquist around. That doesn’t really make sense though because where would he be hiding?