Just a little Older and Sadder than Before

Ambrosia Gamp | 19 | Lost Soul

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Glenn Miller

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mini moodboards • the muses [ 5/9 ]

terpsichore is the muse of dance. her name means “delighting in dance”, derived from the greek words terpsis, meaning “to delight”, and khoros, meaning “dance”.

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Bos at Belgrave Square - April 1979

[rustofstardust]

around the world:  paris, france

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evanrvsier:

evan blinked for a while, clearly surprise at the stranger crashing onto him. most of the time he would prefer to shrug it off and leave it at that — but this time, his lips curved up into a small smile as he recognized the familiar face. “ out of balance now, bos? or is everything alright with your shoes? “ 

Bos just laughed, clearly relieved it was a friend she had crashed into and not some drunken lech.  She shrugged her shoulders, the innocent smile on her lips, undermined only by the mischief evident in her voice. “I suppose you wouldn’t believe me if I tried to tell you I was sober.” 

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monaleda:

“two for one. celebrating the victory.” the word rolls off her tongue with dry sarcasm and a roll of her eyes. she couldn’t think what the supposed victory was. a leader had disappeared into the darkness, and his followers had scattered like frightened roaches behind him. nobody had won anything. “i’d imagine this is gonna be it for the next few weeks while they all drink themselves to death instead.”

For a moment Bos wanted to shoot back, ask Mona what had changed....why she wasn’t seizing any possible excuse to drown herself in alcohol. She didn’t. The part of her that was genuinely curious recognised that she didn’t have the right to ask those questions any more. And the small, unkind, malicious part of her that wanted to lash out at Mona’s sarcasm, that wanted to hurt her back was quickly suppressed by the part of her that just wanted Mona to give her a hug. That wanted to prove to Mona that she was good enough to be her friend again.

So instead she just shrugged, apparently nonchalant. “Well I suppose it’s better than mourning a loss.” Another loss...there had been no shortage of those during the conflict. “Though perhaps that would be quieter...”

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diggcory:

‘No worries about it-’ Isadora sent the other a smile and a reassuring thumbs up, even if her drink was now on the floor and she had to step away from the puddle that was going to be creating. ‘ It’s a good thing it didn’t get on my clothes, so no harm done. You okay there?’

 Bos was quick to smile back at Isadora, clearly relieved that the other girl wasn’t holding her mistake against her. “Really I’m fine... I must have just caught my heel on something....Are you sure you’re alright?” She said, trailing off as she glanced down at the puddle and broken glass that was had once been Isadora’s drink, “You must let me buy you another drink. It’s the least I can do.” 

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monaleda:

“fine.” she spits out. it’s just as well she’d finished her drink. if she’d ended up with spilled whiskey all over one of the few good dresses she had left then the night might have ended in murder. all she’d wanted, was a few moments peace out front, on her way for a quick cigarette before she ventured back in. attempted to find lucius or sirius, whichever she saw first, and drag them away and hopefully home. but apparently, the night had no such plans for her. “ there’s a bit of carpet there, just in case you didn’t notice.”

Bos recoiled like a whipped dog at the anger in Mona’s voice. “I’m sorry. I didn’t see it.” She glanced around as she spoke, almost automatically looking for an escape route....there were none. The only way to get to the door was quite literally through Mona. So instead she switched to a more placating tone, forcing a half-smile onto her face and hoping Mona wouldn’t pick up on the tension in Bos’s body. “I was just trying to get out...it’s so packed tonight. Something to do with free drinks?” 

[lynaixgia-deactivated20181101]

Who am I kidding. I wanna be in love. I wanna be loved. I wanna be trusted and cared about.

[la-petite-gamp]

It’s only been half an hour but she’d already aching for a cigarette. The pub’s heaving, half the Auror Department seems to be here, packed into booths making noisy toasts to whoever got rid of the Dark Lord. She doesn’t begrudge them the moment, Bos is fairly certain this is the first night off they’ve had in months, but she can feel a headache building and part of her wants to turn around and tell them all to shut up. It would make a scene though, and she never makes a scene, so instead she just smiles tightly, excuses herself and tries to squeeze past the crowd blocking her way out. 

She almost managed to manoeuvre her way past various elbows and shoulders and leering old men when her heel catches on an old rug and she tumbled forwards, crashing into the person in front of her. “I’m so sorry,” The words spill from her lips almost involuntarily, blood rushing to her cheeks. “Are you okay?”

[birdbrainednaivetyxox]

‘Our Darling Birdie,

Why didn’t you write us? Brandon told your mother and I you were at that picnic. Don’t you trust us, chick?

Injuried! How bad is it or have you healed now-‘

“Bull shit!” She snapped to nobody imparticular as she slammed down the letter. Her father wasn’t at all interested that. Bridgette still had a few stratches and bruises to fade away. As for her bones, she was used to the concoctions that St Mungo’s gave her. Brandon was there when she was blasted off of her feet. It was embarrassing when she was done with her Auror training now. She just wanted to put this thing to rest. Her parents could be such busy bodies at times.

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Bos’s only initial reaction to the other girl’s exclamation was a raised eyebrow but that quickly gave way to amusement as she took in Bridgette’s predicament. “What on earth has got a bee in your bonnet. Wait, please, let me guess.” 

Looking Bridgette up and down, she glanced pointedly at the letter in the other girls hand before speaking. “You’ve been frowning ever since you started to read it so it’s somebody who frustrates you....and yet you took the time to open the letter so you obviously do care for them...and they clearly matter enough to cause a rather violent response. Perhaps it’s the romantic in me but I’d have to guess it’s an affair of the heart.” 

She nodded, satisfied with her interpretation of events before beaming beatifically at the Bridgette and offering her a piece of unsolicited and only half serious advice. “Honestly...just dump them.”

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emmyyvance:

Emmeline had been so caught up into helping others that she didn’t realise her leg had been bleeding, rather too fast. Taking a moment, she pointed her wand at the injury, it luckily working first time due to the adrenaline. As she took a few seconds to rest, she saw someone else. “Are you hurt?”

Bos shook her head, lips pressed tightly together. She wasn’t hurt, had managed to avoid the onslaught simply by stepping to the side and letting the attackers swarm past, trampling over her picnic, without a word. Having a father who made donations to a certain cause seemed to have paid off. Still the carnage had been horrifying, and the fact she recognised the movements of some of the masked figures as they went about their business only made it worse. These weren’t some mysterious assailants, they were people who had been, who still were in many cases, her friends. “I’m fine” She was very good at saying that. “But you’ve been bleeding? Do you want me to fetch a mediwizard?” 

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sybilstrelawney:

Sybill had spent the morning chasing a vision that had slipped away from her when she woke up. It was an incredibly frustrating situation to be in, trying to bring back something that was so flighty to begin with. She tried all the usual methods; tea, incense, meditation, but nothing was working. Normally this was the point where she would have given up and gone on with her day, but there was something about this particular vision that she knew she needed to find. 

She decided that perhaps getting out of her apartment and walking for a bit would clear her mind and relax her enough to find her way back to that vision. She had been walking for a block or two when she felt the tingle of that vision in the back of her mind and closed her eyes, willing it to come back to her. She had just barely grazed the shoulder of someone else on the street when she heard an ungodly shriek and opened her eyes to see what had happened. She saw the girl on the ground and rushed over to help. “Oh my goodness, are you alright?”

She relaxed at the sight of Sybill, friendly, unassuming, non-threatening Sybill, “Fine...I’m fine.” She said, quick to cut any other questions Sybill might have off as she got to her feet stowing her wand away and smiling brightly, as if she might someone convince the other girl that everything really was fine and she hadn’t almost brained herself on the pavement. “I'm so sorry. I must have been miles away...daydreaming, again.” frightening herself silly, again, Her sister would have said. “You just startled me. Really I’m sure it’s my fault. I wasn’t paying attention.” Or at least she hadn’t been paying attention to the right things...to busy looking for bogeymen in the shadows to notice Sybill walking straight into her.

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monaleda:

Red nails drummed impatiently against her door frame, lips puckered in thought as her dark eyes narrowed on the other. “I’m free now if you want to get it over and done with.” The former heiress arched an eyebrow questioningly, shifting to rest her shoulder against the wall so she could lean against it. “Otherwise it’ll have to be after work. Lord knows I won’t be up in time to meet before.”

“Now?” Her face might have remained almost angelically composed but her voice gave away her surprise. She had half expected Mona to make her wait weeks for a coffee, partly to test her and see if she was really going to stay in town, and partly because quite frankly Bos had expected Mona to have better things to do with her time.

“I...Yes...Yes. Of course, I mean, now would be great....” She nodded earnestly as she spoke before pausing nervously, glancing over Mona’s shoulders and through the doorway. "Uh...do you want to go somewhere else or just stay here? I mean I’m fine with either....” 

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monaleda:

“My condolences to Ophelia then.” She murmured somewhat petulantly. Perhaps bitter that the other had so many siblings that she could rely on, who would take her in. Desdemona simply crossed her arms and waited. Impatient look fixed on her face even if she was somewhat curious about what the other had to say, she wasn’t about to let that on. “You can buy me one coffee.” She arched a brow, not one to turn down free caffeine. “And maybe I’ll decide whether you’re worth thinking about trusting again.”

She smiled genuinely for the first time that day. It was a nervous smile, yes, and a cautious one, but a smile nonetheless. “Thank you Mona. It means a lot.” She didn’t promise that the other girl wouldn’t regret it, or that she wouldn’t let her down.  Bos knew couldn’t promise that and she’d broken enough promises to Mona over the past year. “When are you free?” Perhaps she was being too blunt, too hasty but she wasn’t about to give Mona a chance to change her mind.

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heirxcarrow:

Amycus couldn’t help but smirk at her comment, she would make a good mistress that was for sure, yet he didn’t find himself begging for the opportunity of such a thing, at least not yet. “  I doubt you would care if we’d had the honeymoon or not, if you were able to get another chance with me, bos.” Now it was his turn for some subtle teasing.    

“I’m not sure your quite that irresistible Amy, and besides even if you were I’m not 16 anymore. I’ve learnt my lesson when it comes to taking things that aren’t mine.” She shrugged, apparently unbothered but the way she bit her lip before smiling that revealed the slightest bit of unease to those who knew her well. “Besides I get the impression you care about this fiancée of yours...so I’d have to be a terrible friend if I played a part in ruining this for you - even if it was a very pleasurable part.” The smile lingered on her lips as she spoke, but it wasn’t a mocking one, or even a flirtatious one. Instead it was a gentle, fond, please let’s be friends again, kind of smile.