Fighting Scared

24 | Averio | Slytherin | Herbologist |

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[Flashback] A Spark of Attraction - Lucinda and Alice

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There was an odd, but not at all unpleasant sensation in her stomach when Lucinda smiled at her, making her unable to contain her own. “You’re welcome. And as long as I remember certain things, she’s cool,” Alice teased lightly.

Seeing the red in Lucinda’s cheek, Alice felt her own deepen. Why was she reacting this way? There was only one person that had made her heart feel like this, and that had been a while ago. But the pretty girl in front of her was definitely stirring something in her. “Lucky you could actually pick it up. My mum tried with me, but it’s best I stick to baked goods,” she said with a light laugh.

“No, thank you. This is delicious. You rival my sister, Lucinda, and that is saying something,” she said with a bright smile. Biting her lip, she looked down for a brief moment before meeting her eyes again. “I’m really glad I came over too.”

Alice laughed and lightly waved her off. “Thank you, that’s sweet of you to say. I’m just trying to find the balance between training and a social life still. It’s all pretty new, but it’s pretty great so far.” Her words about her word let a swell of pride run through her, glad that she thought so highly of Alice’s work.

“Oh! You like to bake too? We’ll have to make something together sometime,” she offered, a bit of a stupid smile crossing her lips. “And we have plenty of time for non boring lives ahead of us, right?”

“Oh well that’s a relief.” Lucinda smiled teasing Alice in return. There was something about her. Lucinda found herself entranced by everything about the younger girl sitting across from her. 

Lucinda’s smile widened at the sound of Alice’s laugh. There was something so wonderful about it, so pure. There had been so much darkness in Lucinda’s life the past two years. Alice, for some strange reason, radiated like a beacon of light. “It’s great that you got that time with your mum though. Family is so important.” Lucinda said drifting to thoughts of her own family for a moment before returning to the beautiful girl in front of her.

“Well, thank you.” She said knowing her emotions were playing out so clearly on her face. She was excited to see the way Alice reacted to her. That she was happy she came over. Lucinda reached out and touched her hand gently. “I would love to do this again some time.” Lucinda was so nervous she thought she might explode.

After only a moment she broke the contact she had made not wanting to overwhelm Alice. “I am sure you’ll be able to do it.” Lucinda smiled confident that the woman in front of her could do whatever she set her mind to. “These things just take time to settle. You’ll get the hang of it.”

“I’ve had not boring times in the past and honestly, I’d take the boring. It’s not always eventful but there is a peacefulness and security in the calm.” Lucinda broke eye contact, playing with her hair for a moment. “You’re welcome over any time. I am in most evenings, if you ever want to bake or just to talk.”

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[Flashback] Quiet in Chaos - Rodolphus & Lucinda

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Rodolphus didn’t find the same gratification in sports as others. While he enjoyed letting off steam and releasing all of his pent-up anger, he didn’t feel the same freeing sensation. His quidditch teammates seemed almost calmer in the air; like birds fleeing the nest for the first time. Whereas Rodolphus was more of a predator in the sky, swooping aggressively in for the kill. He didn’t join the Slytherin team to enjoy the sport, but instead to please his father and live up to the perfect pure-blood expectations, like with most go the things in his life.

Therefore, after practice he liked to find somewhere quiet, to think and gather himself after being worn out both mentally and physically. He hadn’t quite discovered the perfect spot, but of course he firmly believed that experimentation was always necessary for finding the optimum conditions. His latest possible location was perhaps the most suitable and remote yet.

Under the stands was the last place he ever expected to encounter anyone, let alone a teammate, but there sat Lucinda Talkalot. She was quite the contradiction and, though she was only young, he saw a lot of qualities in her that would be valuable to the Death Eaters. “You don’t have to do that.” Rodolphus kept his voice steady and quiet, so as not to scare the girl. “You were here first after all, I should really be the one to relocate.” He kept his expression easy-going and hoped the girl would buy into the act.

Lucinda didn’t really trust Rodolphus, but then again she didn’t really trust anyone. She hesitantly relaxed not wanting to upset the older Slytherin boy. Lucinda played nervously with her hair as she glanced over at him. She found her curiousity still got the better of her. “No stay.” She said looking up and making eye contact. “I mean I don’t mind the company.”

Lucinda was surprised to even see him under here. Rodolphus had always seemed so popular and at ease with people. She couldn’t understand what he’d need an escape from. She scolded herself for judging someone else so quickly knowing the look her father would give her. She smiled to herself thinking of him. It was hard being at school and even though she was a witch and her father was a muggle she had always been close with him.

Some how a streak of bravery must have crept it’s way into Lucinda because she decided to try to make conversation with Rodolphus. She hoped she didn’t come to regret it. “So what brings you to such a secluded place like this?” She asked the innocent curiosity in her eyes genuine.

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A Chance Encounter

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Benjy had always believed the saying, whatever you love, you are. He loved his friends. They were kind, loving, they were good. And he truly hoped that he could be like them, they pushed him to become the best version of himself. Benjy had spent plenty of time hearing Pandora and Daisy talk about Lucinda that by extension he felt oddly comfortable and safe around her. Like he could trust her. He had hoped they would eventually get to know each other better. 

❝That’s good to hear. Really? What happened?❞ Benjy asked with a smile, ❝I mean if you are able to tell me❞ he added quickly. He still had to learn to be less intrusive in people’s lives, not everyone felt the need to overshare like he did. ❝It’s been tought❞ he said letting a tire sigh, ❝I- I like it but at the same time… I don’t know… it’s different from what I always believed it would be❞ he admitted. It was strange how he had no trouble admitting that to Lucinda. ❝I’m glad❞ he smiled up at her, ❝I miss them so much❞ Benjy said thinking about the girls.

Benjy brought a hand up to the back of his neck before reaching for his drink. ❝I needed to clear my head before heading home❞ he said taking a sip of his drink. He needed to collect himself before going home to Charity, to push away the horrors he had seen today, to stop himself from bringing any of it back home. ❝What about you?❞

Lucinda smiled and laughed as he worried if he could ask her about her job. It seemed like that is what things were coming to these days. No one really trusted each other anymore, not the way they used to. “No you can ask. I’m just a herbologist. I work in a shop in Diagon Alley and today we got a shipment in late so it came in the middle of the day and for some reason everyone felt today was the day to restock on potion supplies so I often found myself trying to help people and restock at the same time.” Lucinda smiled knowing that compared to others her job wasn’t bad at all.

Lucinda placed a hand on Benjy’s arm seeing the tired look in his eyes. “I’m sorry it’s been so hard.” She said kindly. “What had you expected it to be? Sometimes it helps to acknowledge what we had expected so we can accept things for what they are... Or that is how I’ve always worked.” Lucinda hoped she wasn’t pushing to hard, she liked Benjy but didn’t know him that well yet. She hoped she hadn’t crossed a line.

Lucinda’s smile faded as he asked why she’d come here today. “Oh just a bunch of things.” She smiled trying to convince herself. “The world has been so crazy lately sometimes I need a break to forget it all and just exist for a while. I just wish things would stop getting so messed up you know?” Lucinda wasn’t sure why she had confessed all of this to Benjy, but he seemed level headed and he had asked. 

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Flashback- Finding a Friend - Lucinda and Amos

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      Hufflepuffs came in a tribe – a family of love and support that he knew was unparalleled in comparison to the other houses. The house motto of I’ll teach the lot and treat them just the same cherished amongst the members and one he knew most everyone took to heart. The sense of community, of warmth, had always been engulfing, although Amos was well aware that it was different for people of other houses. “Pretty sure it’s just because you’re surrounded by actual snakes all the time, but thank you.” He joked lightly, trying to make fun of a compliment he knew he didn’t deserve. There was so much else that needed to be done, a little dose of kindness and compassion here and there was trivial. Although it was obvious from her demeanor that she meant every word, and he felt a twinge of sadness at the fact that actual kindness seemed to be a rarity in her life. “Y’know, there’s a lot of great people here at Hogwarts, even if they’re not in your house.” 

     Briefly he wondered how much of the image she was putting forth was an act, cultivated through years of needing to be braver than she actually was. It was a gut-feeling, instinct overweighing the logic that maybe she really was simply strong. But there seemed to be a glimpse of hurt underlying the emotions filtering through her eyes, as if she was on the verge of tears at even the simplest trace of empathy. “Yeah, but it’s got to be rough even for the strongest of people. Being alone isn’t easy, especially when others are ganging up on you.” A soft smile flickered over his features, his own hand covering hers for a brief moment in a show of companionship. “Anytime.”

     “The castle gets a bit much sometimes,” He agreed, although he knew that his reasons for leaving were not nearly as pressing as hers. “Yeah, it’s not for everyone, I’ve just always found it fascinating – ‘specially when they’re not locked up somewhere but free to live life as they please.” The adventure of finding them and trying to befriend them was something that he’d always enjoyed. Endless curiosity running through his veins at the thought that there was still so much that he didn’t know. 

     “Well, you picked a good spot all the same. But I bet this is a nice place to train – probably a lot more freeing than on the quidditch pitch.” As entertaining as the sport may be, brooms were meant to fly high into the air and take you away and he wondered if that was the appeal they held to the brunette. Amused eyes flickered over to Lucinda, grin twitching on his lips, “Guess I’d better watch myself then.” It was easy to fall back into his norm – light conversation with compliments strewn here and there. Although if it was the right call when so much of what she said revealed a deeper hurt, Amos wasn’t entirely sure.

     He wondered where the blatant honesty came from, how she felt like she could trust him with the things she was revealing now. Intent eyes didn’t miss the faint scars, flickering over the irritated skin before his view was obstructed by rough fabric pushing back over the still-healing wounds. No doubt they were something that the girl had never meant to uncover, and perhaps the wisest choice might’ve been for him to ignore the pain that lay etched upon her skin. But he’d always been someone to act first, especially when he saw someone else’s suffering, and this was laid so apparently bare before him that Amos couldn’t think of not addressing it and instead falling back into the small talk she tried to ignite. Gentle fingers reached out to grab her hand, grip firm as he tugged the sleeve up once more, exposing thin red scars to the harsh sunlight. “Lucinda…” A pause followed her name, attempting to push through various trains of thought and arrive at the one that would help her the most. “You’re so much more than your blood – I swear. There’s people who’d love you for exactly who you are, ones you wouldn’t have to play pretend around. You don’t have to do… this to yourself.”

Lucinda smiled kindly at the boy in front of her. “You’re right about being surrounded by snakes but it is hard to be around others when that is all they think you are.” Lucinda sighed, there were so many things she couldn’t say trapped within the massive walls which stood so close to the sanctuary in which they sat. “I’ve had a couple of friends here and there…” She bit her lip as she thought about the words she would say next. “They were probably more acquaintances, nothing like you are with your friends. It is sweet that you would literally fight for them, not the smartest thing to do but very sweet and brave.” She smiled a shy sweet smile unsure of what her feelings were. Why was she talking so much to this boy she barely knew.

Lucinda felt the warmth in her cheeks as Amos placed his hand on hers. “It is nothing. I am a tough girl, I’ve dealt with everything this far and I’m fine.” She couldn’t believe how kind he was nor did she really understand it. The world of magic which Lucinda had seen so far was one where everyone was out for themselves. It seemed dangerous to be so kind. “I’m glad I’m not the only one who has to get away from time to time. Most of the others seem so content to be trapped in there. I can’t imagine it being locked away from all of the trees and plants except for in class. The time I spend outside of the castle is my favorite.”

Lucinda knew she had gotten caught but hoped she might be able to brush it off. She tried to smile flirtatiously, not that it was a skill of hers. “You better, it’s not very often I see something I like, when I do I tend to try and get what I want.” She ran a hand down his arm, unsure of what she was doing but hoping she could distract him. Yet there was a feeling in her stomach which told her this could be slightly more than a simple attempt to distract him from what he may have seen. Lucinda moved slightly closer to him so their legs were touching. “You must have girls all over you in the castle.” She said as she traced small circles in his hand. 

Lucinda felt his hand grab her hand pulling her arm forward. She tried to pull away as she felt panic wash over her, but his grip was too tight. “Please, Amos.” Lucinda felt herself slipping into hysterics. “It was just an accident it is nothing.” He wasn’t letting go. “You don’t know me. Don’t touch me let go.” The words streamed out of her but before she had said half of it he had the fabric of her robe sleeve pushed up. There is was. Her shameful secret exposed. The scars were fresh in the sunlight, red and angry. “Amos, let go.” Lucinda said her voice dropping to a more serious tone.

Then Lucinda felt her emotions switch fear and shame turning to anger. “Oh do you think you can save me? Poor broken Lucinda, just a sad girl who can’t hold her shit together.” She stood up fuming with rage. “Its not even about my blood not entirely anyway. I’m not ashamed of who or what I am. At least most of the time I’m not but of course because I showed you just a fraction of who I am you think you know the answer. You think there are people who will love me? You don’t even know me. And as for these fictitious people… You may know some of them but I haven’t met any.” It was at this moment Lucinda felt more alone than ever and she went to her knees in tears.

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Alice closed her eyes as she felt the girl’s lips against her skin, letting the sensation take over her senses so she could forget everything. Smirking at her words, she grabbed at the hem of Lucinda’s shirt and pulled it over her head in a swift movement, tossing it behind the couch. “I could ask you the very same question,” she purred, running her hands over her still covered breasts.

A shiver ran down her spine at the sensation of Lucinda on her breasts. Arching her back into her more, she knotted her fingers into her long hair as she shuttered out a breath. “Bloody hell, that feels good,” she moaned before her lips were captured. Keeping her hand in her soft, dark hair, Alice shifted herself until she was laying back onto the couch, pulling the other girl on top of her. Her free hand roamed the smooth skin of her sides and hips.

As quickly as she could with one hand, Alice undid Lucinda’s trousers, pushing the fabric off of her hips to expose more of her skin. Slipping her hand underneath the flimsier fabric underneath, she cupped the skin of her cheek and pulled her closer, grinding their hips together as their kisses grew more frantic. Untangling her hand from her hair, she slid it down her back to mirror the other one, pressing Lucinda even closer, needing more friction between them as warmth flushed through her body more and more. “Merlin, you feel so good, Luci,” she moaned into her mouth.

Lucinda entangled herself in the feeling of Alice. The warmth of her skin, the way she smelled, it was like a drug and Lucinda had missed it for so long. She had dreamed of having Alice in her arms again. “I’ve needed you.” She moaned the want of Alice overwhelming everything else. She let out another moan as Alice ran a hand over her breasts.

She loved the feeling as Alice arched into her a smile spread on her face. As she enjoyed the endowments which Ali possessed she allowed her hands to move down to her pants trying to even out the score. Alice’s hands puling her close was so distracting. Lucinda fumbled with the button holding Alice’s pants up.

Lucinda moaned at the feeling of being so close to her the heat between them was electric. She tried to pull Alice’s pants down slightly, dipping her hand beneath the fabric and teasing what lay below. “Ali, I want you so bad.” She moan kissing every available piece of skin. “You’re amazing.”

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Offering Comfort- Lucinda and Dorcas

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      ⊙ SHE WAS INSIDE LOOKING OUT. She’d been going in circles, swallowing words, dizzy. And she’d really done it now; had gone and presented herself to the fullest extent: Dorcas Olivia Meadowes, The Awkward. Lucinda was left with blood in her cheeks and words bumbling and tumbling over themselves because it was hard to know what to say when Dorcas was so closed, so damaged she could not trust, could not vocalize a goddamn thing in a way that would sound happy and cheerful; though she was grateful. Grateful for the reprieve of self-deprecation because Lucinda Talkalot was kind enough to be present with her for the first time in a long time. Pale skin mirrored the rose blossoms on the apples of Lucinda’s cheeks and Dorcas ran tentative fingers through messy, copper hair. 

       Dorcas knew what it was like to start every sentence with sorry; like her existence alone demanded an apology. 

        “No, wait. Stop,” she sputtered. “Don’t apologize. I didn’t mean—” To be so unwelcoming. Maybe it’d been in her body-language, in the way she seemed to curl into herself, arms embracing her stick-thin figure because doing so protected her somehow. “I’m glad you stopped by. It’s just– I’ve been in this alone. This whole– war thing. And it’s just not somethin’ I’m used to– seeing people.” Her button nose scrunched and Dorcas exhaled an exhausted breath, hating herself for forcing Lucinda to feel like a burden. She couldn’t count the sorrys on one hand.

        “It’s okay. Thank you. I need the company and I appreciate it,” Dorcas managed, a genuine smile touching the corners of her lips. How difficult it was to speak embarrassing, sentimental words aloud, but she knew she had to. “I could use as much food as I can get and I’m not much one for cooking lately, so honestly, this is going to feed me breakfast for a few days.” Dorcas stumbled for a single moment before she stepped forward and wrapped thin arms around Lucinda in a soft hug. Awkward and forced, she wasn’t sure if it had been the right thing to do, but she knew she had to do something. With a long exhale, she stepped back and smiled softly. “Thanks.”

Lucinda realized it may not have been the best idea to stop by and help. She felt bad for stopping by unannounced and clearly making Dorcas so uncomfortable. She only wanted to help; Lucinda hadn’t been through anything like Dorcas, but when her parents had passed it had been people who had gotten her through. She wished there was something more she could do.

“Okay,” Lucinda eyes flicked to the ground slightly nervous. “I’ll try.” She paused realizing that Dorcas blamed herself. “No, it’s not you, sweetie, you’re fine. I should have sent an owl first or something.” She said flashing a small smile. “I am happy to stop by any time. Honestly, if you ever need a warm meal or anything, I always make too much and I love having company. Sorry, I mentioned that already didn’t I?” She bit her lip thinking, slightly embarrassed. “Being around people is how I make it through all of this. It’s the distraction that helps.” Lucinda worried slightly about saying something so personal, but she though Dorcas might understand.

Lucinda was happy that Dorcas liked that she had brought food. Food was one of the only things she knew she could always control. Food and herself, well at least most of the time she could control herself. “I’m glad I could help.” Lucinda said then surprised as Dorcas embraced her. Lucinda wrapped her arms around her. She was so thin, Lucinda worried that she might break her. As the hug ended and Dorcas stepped back, Lucinda smiled. “Of course. We’re all in this together, right?”

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[Flashback] A Spark of Attraction - Lucinda and Alice

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Walking into her home, Alice smiled as she looked around. The place was far cozier than her flat, though to be fair the younger girl had just moved in. Turning to face her, she felt an odd sensation in the pit of her stomach. Ignoring it, she smiled and set the cookies on the counter.

“Why thank you, you don’t look too bad yourself,” Alice teased lightly. She felt a small burning in her cheeks after she spoke, and she shook her head to change the subject. “It’s been ingrained in me since birth, always bring something if someone invites you. My mum would be beside herself if she knew I didn’t,” she said with a broad smile.

“It is something! My sister got all the cooking skills in our family, unfortunately. Thank merlin I have baking though. I might have gone mad by now,” Alice felt her cheeks  heat up even more at her words. Why was what the girl saying affecting her like this? She was never this nervous about getting to know anyone unless… “Wine sounds lovely, actually,” she said, hoping that it would help calm the weird feeling in the pit of her stomach.

“Thank you, Lucinda, this looks lovely!” she said with a bright smile as the girl set her plate in front of her. It was not the kind of dish her sister would make, and she was more than excited to try it. As she began to eat, she could not help but keep glancing at the other girl, trying to make sense of what she was feeling each time she looked at her. All she knew was that it was some kind of pull.

“Well, I’m rather boring outside of work, actually. Mostly I’m at home with a cup of tea reading, or out for drinks with friends. Training makes it rather exhausting to do anything else,” she admitted. “But what about you?” she asked, quickly trying to change the subject to something that might deflect from her being so boring. And get her mind off how her body was reacting.

Lucinda smiled blushing slightly as Alice complimented her, even if it was subtle. She reached out and took the cookies from her. “They look wonderful. Thank you.” Lucinda said hoping she hadn’t made Alice feel too awkward. “I would hate for you to upset your mum.” She teased flashing a bright smile.

Lucinda looked to the floor blushing at Alice’s praise. “I just know how to cook because I did it with my father. He was an amazing cook.” She took two wine glasses out from the cabinet filling the two glasses with white wine. She handed one to Alice noting the pink which painted her cheeks. Lucinda couldn’t help but think of how pretty Alice looked when she blushed.

Lucinda couldn’t help but show a bright smile when Alice seemed so excited to try her cooking, it was so nice to be cooking for someone again. “Thank you.” She blushed again, worried her feelings were becoming obvious. “I’m so happy you agreed to come over.”

“I am sure you’re not boring. Honestly relaxing at home and having fun with friends sounds like the right way to be going about things.” Lucinda looked at Alice kindly. “It is amazing that you are training to be an auror. It is amazing work.” Lucinda did think the job was important despite the fact that Aversio often worked against them.

“Well, I bake and spend time with friends. I work at an apothecary as a resident herbologist, which is very fun. I guess I’m not too interesting.” 

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Bloodstains and Tears {Pandora & Lucinda}

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Disbelief becomes my close companion, And anger follows in its wake. I answer the heroic question: “Death, where is thy sting?” With: “it is here in my heart and mind and memories.”

Pandora could hear the words ringing in her ears, but as those around her clapped at the end of the reading, she simply continued to stare down at her coffee that was slowly turning cold in front of her. She had needed to escape her apartment and the furthest she had managed had been the coffee shop around the corner from her building. It had been just over a week since her mother had been killed by her father, and she had killed her father and the wizarding world believed that it was down to more Deatheater attack and she wasn’t sure how she was coping.

Some days she had been unable to move from her apartment and had spent the day lying on her couch, wrapped in a blanket, watching her muggle television and cuddling Mittens. Other days, she had been up, she had gone to meetings, picked up groceries and continued as if nothing had happened at all. She supposed her unusual way of dealing with her pain and guilt was due to the fact that she had never had anyone so close to her die before, and she had never killed anyone before, despite her attempts. It felt different, her father was a psychopath, he would have killed them all if he had the chance… but that didn’t ease her sense of guilt.

She moved a shaky hand towards her mug, to pick it up and take a sip, wishing that her mother was there to hold her through it all, but she wasn’t because Pandora had been responsible for that too. If she had just kept her mouth shut… he lip trembled, her mug touched back down on the plate she had been given and a shadow swept over to her, settling on top of her. She looked up, about to tell whoever had stood in front of her to kindly move away, when she recognised the soft black hair, familiar eyes and gentle smile of her best friend.

“Lucinda?”

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Lucinda had become concerned for Pandora. She hadn’t seen her much lately and it was strange that she was so absent. It was very unlike her, especially with Daisy having been so shaken recently.

As Lucinda walked into the cafe for a coffee and something sweet to nibble on her eyes were immediately drawn to her friend. In that instant all of her fears were confirmed. There was clearly something wrong but now Lucinda could see with indisputable proof how distraught her good friend was. She walked over to Pandora on a mission forgetting about the coffee. Lucinda smiled softly at her not wanting to scare her in what was obviously such a fragile state.

“Hi, Dora.” Lucinda said softly sitting down across from her. She took one of Pandora’s hands in her own. “You don’t seem like you’re doing too well. Do you think I could take you some where to talk?” Lucinda asked gently. She had learned long ago that talking in public was not always the best idea. “I haven’t seen you much lately. What’s been going on?” She asked concern dripping from her voice, her gut telling her there was no good answer on its way.

Lucinda bent forward lowering her voice to barley more than a whisper. “Pandora, what ever is going on, who ever hurt you, I can help. I will take them down if need be.” Lucinda said the protective glint in her eyes fierce and true.

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"I'm not comfortable with this conversation."

“That is what makes it so fun.” Lucinda smiled taking another sip of her drink. “Come on, I don’t judge.”

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little talks | arabella & lucinda

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    Tubs, the neighboring owl on her block, was disheartened to find she had arrived with a folded up letter addressed to a fairly new friend. She pleaded with the creature, and gave him three separate treat offerings, but still the being refused to fly. It was only when Arabella fetched his owner that he began to flutter and finally took off, hooting grumpily as he did so. They had never liked one another, but she had no other way to send parcels or letters to the magical community. Her forte rested with kneazle’s, not with birds. Still, she watched him disappear and hoped her message requesting to meet Lucinda at the Leaky Cauldron that evening, would arrive on time. 

    The rest of the afternoon drifted lazily by while Arabella took stock of her fresh litter of kittens, and tidied her small home. She had showered, applied light makeup and shrugged into a floral dress and covering sweater by the time early evening arrived. All she could think about was Lucinda in those passing hours. They had become quick acquaintances, by mere accident, and were slowly delving into friendship territory - much to her own delight. Pandora and Molly were the only people she could accurately call friends, and she was thrilled to be working towards another. After Orion’s attack, she had been more than ready to barricade herself in the house and never leave - but instead she had hopped into bars and drank. And because of that she met Lucinda, so there was always a silver lining. 

    It took an hour to get to the Leaky Cauldron, after driving to the closest Muggle area she could manage. Walking wasn’t difficult in thick tights and boots, a heavy jacket covering her torso and arms, even though the chill was settling in as the sun went down. But she was thankful when the warmth of the pub enveloped her, and she shrugged off her upper layers as she slid into a booth. The bartender was pleasant as he took her drink order, and she rested comfortably against the table and waited. She was partially through a mixed drink when Lucinda walked in, and she rose from the booth to wave her over. “I hope Tubs found you alright, that stupid little owl. He never listens to me.”

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Lucinda had been looking forward to seeing Arabella again, there was something comforting about her presence. Lucinda enjoyed that she wasn’t magical she had missed that perspective since her father passed away two years back. There was also the fact that she was fairly nice to look at. She had put on a fairly short black dress with knee high leather boots. She shrugged on a long wool jacket before heading out for the night. Lucinda’s head swirled with thoughts as she started walking towards the Leaking Calderon. It was fairly close to her house and she found the cold air had a clarifying effect on her mind.

As she pushed open the bar door, the warmth and noise flooded over her. She saw Arabella at a booth and walked over to greet her shedding her thick coat. “Hey, there.” She greeted fondly a smile spreading over her face. “Oh he was fine don’t worry about it.” She said touching her arm gently as she placed her coat onto the bench. “I’m going to grab a drink. Do you need anything?” She asked silently hoping she hadn’t kept Arabella waiting too long. 

She walked to the bar ordering her usual vodka with cranberry on the rocks. Before turning back to her, she took a breath collecting herself. Lucinda knew making new friends was important, but since everything happened with Alice even getting out of bed was a challenge. As she reached Arabella, she forced a smile onto her face. “So how are you dear? It’s been a while since I’ve seen you.” 

[lucindaxxtalkalot]

Deep Ass Starters.

Sometimes it's hard to get in depth with your muse and their backstory, because you can't figure out how to bring those things up with others. Here are a couple of starters intended to make things a little more personal!

"What's holding you back?"

"I'm not comfortable with this conversation."

"Will you /ever/ be comfortable with this conversation?"

"Let me in sometime!"

"It's not that easy, you know."

"Help me understand."

"It's hard to connect with someone when all they do is push you away."

"Why are you always so cold?"

"Why are you always so happy?"

"Are you really happy now?"

"Who hurt you this badly to make you this way?!"

"What, did your ex mess you up that badly?!"

"Why do you keep fighting it any time you feel?"

"It's a problem, I get it."

"This is all kinds of messed up."

"That's not exactly a good coping method."

"So what happened, with your parents, really?"

"What was your childhood like?"

"Everyone has at lest a little bit of mommy/daddy issues. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

"My parents aren't exactly perfect models, either."

"You were bullied? What for?"

"Was it hard? Coming out, I mean."

"You can't just run away all the time."

"You can't just hide all the time."

"Are you still thinking about them?"

"I'm not the enemy here. But this makes me wonder who the real one is for you."

"Is the reason you're so cold and defensive because you feel threatened?"

"How long has it been since you last spoke to them?"

"You never talk about it, why?"

"How come you're so different around them?"

"It's like you don't have a care or worry in the world."

"You seem so perfect. I don't get it."

"What was your ex like?"

"I don't think I was ever good enough for them."

"Are you not comfortable being intimate?"

"Why don't you feel comfortable being intimate?"

"Letting someone see you that vulnerable, it's a scary thing."

"Are you scared of being hurt?"

"Have you ever been taken advantage of?"

"Why are you afraid of saying I love you?"

"I never understood how someone could say those words so easily."

"You're hurting others the way you've been hurt in the past, don't you think that's ironic?"

"You use people to make yourself feel better."

"I'm scared of being used again..."

"Losing someone isn't easy, but you're making it harder than it needs to be."

"How long has it been since you lost them?"

"You're too attached."

"I'm not attached, I'm just comfortable with what I'm familiar to."

"Maybe the real reason you're so controlling is because, deep down you'd rather have them in your grasp than lose them."

"Why did you ever break up?" / "Why did we ever break up?"

[say-it-like-u-meme-it]

Send “💋” For a gif of how my muse would KISS yours.

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lottewrites:

HAMILTON : AN AMERICAN MUSICAL  → STARTERS

❛ he was longing for something to be a part of. ❜

❛ and the world is gonna know your name. ❜

❛ there’s a million things i haven’t done, but just you wait. ❜

❛ you never learned to take your time. ❜

❛ talk less…smile more. ❜

❛ who’s the best? c’est moi! ❜

❛ the plan is to fan this spark into a flame. ❜

❛ i’m not throwing away my shot. ❜

❛ i may not live to see our glory, but i will gladly join the fight !  ❜

❛ they’ll tell the story of tonight. ❜

❛ tomorrow there’ll be more of us. ❜

❛ i’m looking for a mind at work. ❜

❛ look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now. ❜

❛ oh my god. tear this dude apart. ❜

❛ i will send a fully armed battalion to remind you of my love… ❜

❛ dying is easy, young man… living is harder. ❜

❛ then you walked in and my heart went ‘boom’! ❜

❛ you look at me and suddenly i’m helpless. ❜

❛ i am so into you. ❜

❛ i’m just saying if you really loved me, you would share him. ❜

❛ love doesn’t discriminate from the sinners and the saints. ❜

❛ i’m willing to wait for it. ❜

❛ i am the one thing in life i can control. ❜

❛ call me son one more time —…. ❜

❛ i don’t pretend to know the challenges you’re facing. ❜

❛ that would be enough. ❜

❛ and we could be enough. ❜

❛ let me a part of the narrative in the story they will write one day. ❜

❛ you have no control : who lives, who dies, who tells your story. ❜

❛ history has its eyes on you. ❜

❛ awesome. wow. ❜

❛ i’ll make the world safe and sound for you. ❜

❛ why do you assume you’re the smartest in the room? ❜

❛ what’d i miss? ❜

❛ run away with us for the summer. ❜

❛ take a break. ❜

❛ well, hate the sin, love the sinner. ❜

❛ no one else was in the room where it happened. ❜

❛ and then we’ll teach them how to say goodbye. ❜

❛ we both know what we know. ❜

❛ i will choose her happiness over mine every time. ❜

❛ god, i hope you’re satisfied. ❜

❛ i saved every letter you wrote me. ❜

❛ you built me palaces out of paragraphs. ❜

❛ be careful with that one, love, he will do what it takes to survive. ❜

❛ when you were mine, the world seemed to burn. ❜

❛ the world has no right to my heart. ❜

❛ i hope that you burn. ❜

❛ everything is legal in new jersey… ❜

❛ i’m so sorry for forgetting what you taught me. ❜

❛ it’s quiet uptown. ❜

❛ they are trying to do the unimaginable. ❜

❛ there are moments that the words don’t reach. ❜

❛ forgiveness. can you imagine? ❜

❛ i had only one thought before the slaughter. ❜

❛ i imagine death so much, it feels more like a memory. ❜

❛ what is a legacy? it’s planting seeds in a garden you will never see. ❜

❛ death doesn’t discriminate between the sinners and the saints. ❜

❛ i survived, but i paid for it. ❜

❛ have i done enough? will they tell my story? ❜