no return

“there is an infinite amount of hope in the universe ... but not for us.” ― franz kafka a private / mumu marauders rp as written by kafka

[kafaminguzelligi]

[weheartfandom]

[rodrickheffeley]

goodnight im not gonna say anything.

[jobrossource]

[rob-pattinson]

[kafkamarauders]

notsosirixs‌:

Rita felt her expression shift into surprise– not a common occurrence, since it’d been years since she’d mastered a nearly impenetrable smug mask.She knew sensational news when she’d heard it relegated to the hush-hush middling pages of the Prophet. If there was ever an example for wildly unchecked Ministry power, the latest Wizengamot trials were it. But her eyebrows quickly drew back downwards and when she spoke her disinterested tone didn’t waver in the slightest.  “Holy hell, Rosier, I didn’t know they upgraded you past killing rabid gryffins yet.” Reaching without much thought, Rita lifted a drink off one of the waitstaff wandering past to swirl it pensively in her hand. Blood traitor tending bar or not, she needed to find a more even keel. She downed a good long sip before she continued. “Do you think that might be something you’ll ever get used to? Human executions, I mean.”

At the slight exclamation, Evan gave Rita a good look. He hadn’t thought he’d catch her off guard with it because she always seemed so leveled. He raised two fingers, indicating he wanted the same thing she did. She was buying him a round anyways she’d said. “Azkaban was getting particularly full,” he said aiming for offhanded. “It’s the job, when you’ve done one, what’s another?” Evan had only recently been switched to people and he was still in the process of desensitizing himself. “But I hear Minchum’s gonna be expanding and increasing dementors in Azkaban so I’m not executing so many.” Evan paused before pointing. “This is off the record.” He wasn’t so sure it was a secret, it was going to be happening anyways, but he wasn’t sure about the ramifications from a front line headline.

[kafkamarauders]

lumosmoxima‌:

“I couldn’t tell you what I didn’t know.” She hadn’t had a hand in organizing this one—-the past few weeks had been busy enough for their department that even if she’d taken an interest in it, she wouldn’t have had the time. “Three galleons?” She peered at him suspiciously. “Did you lose a wager?” Her lips quirked up at the teasing question, but she wasn’t about to start pouring out more of the man’s praises than she already had, so instead she played into it. “I think for many people it’s always a bit of both, with him. Shall we go say hello? Or would I lose you to their company for the rest of the evening if we did?“

“I’d tell you, but it’s not really for ministry ears,” Edgar grinned cheekily. “But I can stop by to see them later. I think I would get a little distracted in their company.” He never purposely tried to lose himself in people, but he found that in giving people his full attention, he did have difficulty dispersing it equally. “Tell me about work though. Any co-workers here you like, you don’t? Unspoken crushes? Gimme the scoop now that you can point out visual aids to me.” Edgar turned away to scan the crowd, zealously.

[kafkamarauders]

notsosirixs‌:

Amycus wordlessly offered his flask up to his companion. It was moonshine, technically. Tasted a little more refined now that Amycus had been working on his recipe, but it still packed a whallop. “Yeah, it’ll be a real hard seek-and-find, me and the goblins. Might just be outside of your capabilities, though. Maybe let me know and I’ll wear a nametag.” And still Evan’s mind was in the gutter. Amycus shook his head. “I’ll let you keep your plans for the night,” he informed Evan before looking on expectantly he held his hand back out for the flask. “I made that myself.”

The flask Amycus presented Evan with had him feeling dubiously, but after taking a whiff of it, figured what the hell. He let the alcohol coat his mouth for a moment, swishing it, consideringly, before swallowing. It could’ve been refined some, but it sure as hell packed a punch. Evan took a more gracious gulp before handing it back. “It’s nice to know what you do in your free time pays off, Amycus. You workin’ on anything else I should know about?”

[kafkamarauders]

notsosirixs‌:

Frank smiled over at her, a little unsure of how to respond to Alice’s compliment. Or atleast, he suspected it was a compliment. Mostly it just made him feel foolish, to always sound like he was showing off or something. It was easier to let that feeling pass, though, and smiled at her story. The stubborn streak on Alice, which he liked best, was a mile wide whether she’d admit to it, or not. “I’m impressed to see how far you’ve come fueled by spite,” he joked, swinging their hands gently between them. “Really, though, look how far you’ve come, blood, sweat, and tears. It’d only be a bad reason if you ever seriously considered doing anything else. Except maybe the family business.” Just thinking about ice cream made him vaguely hungry, but Frank pushed down the thought. “Determination is what got you all this way.”

The reassurance Frank gave wasn’t one she could really find it in herself to reply to. Sometimes he spoke and all she could do was internalize it and consider it more deeply later. Frank had a talent like that. “Scooping ice cream during the summers did make my wand arm considerably more buff,” Alice replied, amused before she turned theatrically towards Frank, pulling her hand from him and feigned a hard punch that really only grazed his arm. “Hi-yah! I’m sure you would like that though. If we had nice mundane jobs, one where you get free ice cream. What would you be doing in this dream scenario?”

[kafkamarauders]

lumosmoxima‌:

“My boss’s boss, really.” But she was careful to not sound too put out by that. Just because he had the authority to waste her time, didn’t mean she needed to respect him for it. Her attention was redirected, however, when Gust tried to convince her to stay. She bit her lip, indecisive, before smiling. “Well, technically, it’s hospital protocol to have someone available to be on call during Ministry events, just in case something serious happens. But… it’s a volunteer duty more than anything else. And I am already here. I suppose I can spare a few minutes.” She looked down at her lime green robes, then over at his much more impressive outfit. “Although I’m not certain I can blend in.”

When Andromeda bit her lip and seemed to take on a look that was hesitatingly mischievous, Gust knew he’d convinced her enough that she’d convinced herself. He smiled, genially as she agreed before he gave a light shrug. “Why try to fight an innate quality? You, Andromeda Black, were born to stand out.” The gusto he spoke with took a tone for the dramatic before he settled into a quiet laugh. “You’ve always been a little different and that isn’t necessarily a bad thing, I think. If you really are self-conscious, I’m sure a transfiguration or charm should work well enough.”

[mercifulangel]

[murakawatoru]

[mybodywakesup]

Izzy Richardson ending all Nice Guys in Little Fires Everywhere (1x08)

[remuis]

[kafkamarauders]

notsosirixs‌:

Amycus grinned a little. “It’ll amaze and astound you to hear this, Rosier, but there’s more to life than pussy,” he pointed out, reaching into his jacket and carelessly taking a swig from the flask he’d stored there. It was a fifty-fifty shot that some filth was going to be behind the bar, and Amycus’s first instinct had been right. He wouldn’t trust that traitor or his rabid pet with anything passing his own lips. “I was thinking about the fact that they don’t even look at you right now. Hard to get by on looks alone when you’re standing next to me. I look like a haunted scarecrow. But… Emma Vanity? She hasn’t figured out she could do better than you, yet?” Maybe she wasn’t as smart as she always acted after all, which was a comfort.

“No offense, Amycus, but that’s not a life I would like to live.” Watching his companion drink reminded Evan of his own glass and he finished his off before asking conversationally, “What’re you drinking?” The self-deprecation coming from Amycus was understandable. He wasn’t much to look at compared to himself, and he wasn’t being vain. His friend could have used some more grooming time. “And what, Carrow? Are you ‘better’? Remind me to stop by Gringotts, a scarecrow in the midst of goblins has to be a sight.” He snorted and patted him, lightly. “If you like Emma, you can call her.” And Evan meant it, though he doubted Amycus would.

[kafkamarauders]

notsosirixs‌:

Frank glanced furtively around them as the few other groups mingling outside the party dwindled to none. “I think they’re all a little busy,” he stage-whispered to Alice. He squeezed her hand as she slipped it into his and took his time to look back at the vaulted ceiling. Never wise to look up during daytime– there were always streams of communication flying above their heads, and the occasional owl. “Y’know, I don’t think anyone’s ever asked me that,” Frank confided. “But I was twelve, and it was Christmas, and my uncle was reading this story in the Prophet about how some of the top Aurors stopped a bombing at the International Wizards Council. It seemed impossible to me, that they could solve crimes before they even happen. So that was what I wanted to be. It was good to have a couple years of head start to studying Charms, trust me.”

“Yeah, I remember that.” The event Frank spoke about, Alice recalled clearly. It’d been her first year at Hogwarts and people spoke about it for weeks. “You’re such a good person, Frank, sometimes it’s intimidating. That’s a noble reason.” Alice dropped her head to watch their steps, mindlessly syncing hers to his. “Mine is kind of spiteful. I didn’t know what I wanted to for a long time and I remember talking over things with my parents-- We were just throwing around random things and suggestions. When I said Auror, both my parents laughed. Genuinely laughed. And my dad said he couldn’t see me doing something like that. Then I sorta just worked towards it.” There was no way she’d tell either of her parents that though. “I feel like that’s a shitty reason,” Alice said.

[kafkamarauders]

lumosmoxima‌:

It took a moment for her to realize there was no emergency. And another moment longer to compute what was actually going on. She had been torn away from work… on a lark. Fury slowly began to boil, but as she’d been trained—a lady didn’t display her inner fire.

Even as she heard the man—Reskling, she said to herself, memorizing the name—cheering his own accomplishments as though he were somehow responsible for the readiness of St. Mungo’s staff simply by being on the Board—she forced her hands not to ball into fists. A hand landed on her arm, gentle but firm. She glanced up, and was shocked to see the deep brown eyes she remembered. “Gust…” Belatedly she remembered he was working for the Ministry, and she shouldn’t be quite so surprised to see him here. “No, no, I’m alright. We get far worse in the hospital.” A small smile played around her lips. “I can handle a small massacre—as long as it’s only to my ego.”

“That’s a positive way to look at it,” Gust mused with a small nod. “I’m sure since you’re on the clock, you might have to get back, but Reskling is somehow your boss and he did tell you to stay. Maybe you could hang around for an hour or so? You can consider it your lunch.” It been a while since he’d seen Andromeda. A few times since he’d graduated Hogwarts. Really, he heard of her mostly, nowadays. She was a great deal grown now. “I’d love to catch up, Andy,” Gust pressed, hope in his voice to convince her.