snowinabottle· / 𝙰𝙼𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙰 𝙹𝙾𝙷𝙽𝚂𝙾𝙽 .
𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐎 𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐘 . months had passed since sirius mysterious disappearance , whispers going quiet . there had been rumors , stories told inside the holy halls of the ministry itself that it had been but a HUGE MISTAKE , that the man they had imprisoned for years and had taken everything from had been innocent . a scandal , a disaster no one was able to deal with in these times , no one was willing to risk their head for . FEAR HAD A HUGE POWER OVER PEOPLE , always way too keen on saving their own careers than being eyed by any of those trashy newspapers , targeted , dragged through the mud , like they did with sirius . they still had to be overly cautious , overthinking every step taken to prevent wanted wizard from any harm . oh , those narrow minded shitheads behind their heavy wooden desks weren ‘ t the only danger awaiting outside . he knew . she knew . they all felt it , lingering in the air like a bitter taste on their tongues . THERE WAS SOMETHING ELSE and despite the fact they would probably gladly deny the possibility , they could not . this day though heart is light weighted . bright smile painted on red lips , a beam of joy in doe eyes that had been gone for way too long . some mornings she was afraid to wake up to nothing but a dream , to realize that HE WAS GONE . the luck they had , the second chance given that was not granted to many ( not even to their friends ) was more than she ever could have asked for , more than she had ever hoped to get . ❛ so YOU are keen on cleaning anything up all by yourself , furface ? ? ❜ eyebrow is cocked , arms crossed in front of her chest . A BLUNT LIE , one amelia could smell as easily as the hint molly had given her earlier to follow the black through the dusty hallways . ❛ if i remember correctly , you couldn ‘ t even keep your part of the dorm neat and tidy . ❜ AND SHE KNEW . she had sneaked in more than once ! ! woman sighs , hands placed onto his chest while gentle kiss was breathed on wizards lips . a trick , as he was not the only one still able to play them , slender body winding itself through the small gap left between her victim and blocked entrance . CURIOSITY GROWS , quick look around instantly leaving quite an impression . ❛ oh , sirius . ❜ expression forced to stay in place , yet it slips , followed by suppressed laughter . ❛ i didn ‘ t knew you were into THAT kind of stuff . you obviously had a good taste back then though . some of those bikinis actually look quite fashionable . ❜
𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐀 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐍. In his defense, he thought he didn’t have that many weak points. After all the time he spent in a place like Azkaban, he developed some sort of protection: tough skin was fundamental when hideous creatures sucked all the happiness out of your soul on a daily basis. But, even during their Hogwarts years, he realized that SHE always made him feel like that: kind of helpless, too soft for his own good. Amelia had that way to bring him on his knees -- & that was a clear example. With only a kiss ( no matter how good he found it to be ), she was able to get past him & finally enter the room. With an embarassed sigh, he gave up, passing through the doorway too. Crossing his arms, he looked around his room which he remembered oh so well.
The walls were COVERED in a mixture of Muggle posters: bikes, women in bikini, & things like that... Only to get on his parents’ nerves -- & especially his mother’s. The wardrobe was open, some of the clothes casually hanging, but most of them creating a patchwork of coloured robes, trousers & shirts on the floor of the room. The desk, which he never used to do his summer homework, was covered in papers, letters & old pictures that were scattered all over. Even the bed wasn’t done! It was a disaster, to say the least. He understood why she would say that his side of the dormroom when they were students was the WORST. He had never been a tidy person.
❛ They’re not up there for pleasure. ❜ which was an half - truth. Although the initial motif for him to put those up was completely different, he actually used to enjoy the view when he was younger... Uncomfortable to admit, but could you blame a fourteen year - old? Now---- let’s just say he had other tastes. ❛ I’ve always had a GREAT sense of fashion, haven’t I? ❜
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