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Spiders: Does your muse squish bugs or put them outside? The Dark: Did your muse sleep with a nightlight as a child? Snakes: Would your muse ever keep an unusual/exotic pet? Blood: What’s the worst injury your muse has ever had? Clowns: Does your muse prefer comedy? Or horror? Mirrors: What is your muse’s least favorite thing about their appearance? Tight Space: Does your muse ever feel that they’re not living up to their own potential? Closet Monsters: Does your muse hide any aspects of their personality/life from others? Crowds: What does your muse think of big cities? Death: Name one thing your muse has lost that they wish they could get back. Ghosts: Has your muse ever seen something they couldn’t explain? Needles: Does your muse have a strong stomach? Curses: Does your muse believe in good/bad luck? How about karma? Heights: Is your muse a risk-taker? Solitude: Name 3 things your muse couldn’t live without. Fire: Would your muse rather be very cold, or very hot? Failure: Has your muse ever given up on an important dream? Abandonment: How would your muse win back someone who left them? The Unknown: Is your muse a philosophical person? Boogeyman: What position does your muse sleep in? Falling: What does your muse think about falling in love or commitment? Change: What was a turning point in your muse’s life? Disease: What does your muse do on a sick day? Number 13: Does your muse believe any superstitions? Noise: Name one sound your muse finds absolutely unbearable. Insects: Name something your muse finds gross or annoying. Dolls: Has your muse ever collected something? Getting Old: Would your muse rather live 50 years loved, or 200 years alone? Social Phobia: Does your muse consider themselves an outgoing person?

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dorothymin·:

Dorothy felt her feet lift off the ground. Hope rushed through her, but the warm feeling was quickly washed away by the icy suffocation of fear. It wasn’t magic that was lifting her off the ground, it was the crowd. She struggled, trying to lift her head above the shoulders of the panicked wix around her - could she even call them wix? what was the term here? squibs - to get a better look around the room. She was searching for a familiar face - she’d seen so many of them standing in line, moving to their seats, she’d even spoken to a few of them. Had anyone managed to get out before that monster had locked the doors?

As quickly as she’d been swept up, she was spat out. The clump of people began to sway, moving left to right, and suddenly, she was stumbling back onto the ground. She staggered, regaining her balance, and nearly walked throat-first into an outstretched wand. “Bloody hell,” she exclaimed, throwing her hands up, before remembering the wand was as useless as hers. “Hey, it’s alright, it’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you.” Dorothy spoke quickly, trying to catch the gaze of the frightened auror. He looked familiar, but amidst the panic, her brain refused to engage with memory.

-

Lyall was frozen in fear as a mirage of his wife appeared in front of him. Hope was staring down his wand as he aggressively pointed it at her throat. “Darling, you need to leave. It’s- It’s not safe here.” Lyall urged to the figment of his imagination. “GO!” He shouted, but when he blinked again, the woman on the other end of his wand wasn’t his wife, but in fact a reported he’d met at the office on occasion. “I’m... my wife.. my wife was here. Where did she go?” Lyall asked in disbelief, lowering his wand. He looked around for Hope, maybe she ran off and was terrified of him shouting at her. Lyall looked defeated as his wand slipped from his fingers.

“I’m not sure what’s going on.” Lyall spoke more calmly now as he watched chaos ensue around them. People were on the floor, they were pounding at the walls, and they were starting fights with one another. If this was blood equality-- perhaps it was for the best that it just seemed like a silly little unreachable dream.

#[ c. dorothy ]

flcamont·:

“I dunno, mate, Alph is supposed to be here, but I don’t see him yet,” Fleamont said, looking around the arena for any sign of their third teammate. “We just gotta bloody figure it out, I guess.” He was about to say something else when someone appeared on the stage and Fleamont was completely distracted. He furrowed his brow, and as he realized what was happening, he started moving to the door. “We have to get these people—” Before he could finish his thought, the doors slammed shut and he felt the drain on his magic. He stumbled slightly, sticking a hand out to steady himself. “What the hell?”

-

“He’d be in his right mind if he left.” Lyall shook his head when there was no sign of Alphard meeting them. He had debated coming himself, but if Fleamont was going then Lyall had to be there. Not only because they were partners and Lyall needed to have his back, but because Monty was his best friend and Lyall wouldn’t forgive himself if something happened here. Once the doors closed, Lyall felt a cold sweat wash over him accompanied by a pounding headache. “Mont-- Mont, I’m not feeling so great right now.”

#[ c. fleamont ]

hopeh·:

“ i’ll just lose it . ” she objects at first, but accepts the bookmark nonetheless . there’s no almost no doubt that she’ll be back to folding the corner of the page the next day, but it’s futile argument . he’ll never not try to help her — to make her life easier, even in the simplest of ways . the least she can do, as his wife, is amuse him . is let him take care of her whatever way brings him comfort . often, she desires that he might consider taking care of himself with that amount of intention . but she recognizes this as yet another futile task, so simply plays along instead . and he seems, for once, at peace here — so there’s no reason to tear that peace apart . “ books are meant to be loved, you know . i don’t think a bend here or there is detrimental . ” she teases, placing her book, and gifted bookmark to the side .

“i’ll charm it for you.” lyall smiled softly. “i can go down to the shop and get a charm that makes the mark always remember your page, and it can mark it for you itself and everything.” he turned his head to press another kiss to her forehead. lyall had put hope and remus before himself since he first laid eyes on each of them. they made up his entire world, and after that world had been threatened he put them before himself even more. he didn’t know what he’d do if anything happened to them again, he was already cursing himself every day for allowing remus to have been left so vulnerable. when he was home, lyall never took his eyes of either of them. he’d protect them with everything he had left now. “what if we moved to a smaller cottage for the summer-- out in the country with hardly anyone around. it’s beautiful, darling, an old family friend would be willing to gift it.” lyall wanted the family to get away for the summer, especially so they could focus on helping their son adjust to what was now his new normal.

#[ c. hope ]#[ pre event ]

Before he could even form a genuine reaction to what he’d just heard, Lyall felt a cold sweat suddenly thrust upon him. His vision started to blur, and then the crowd around him went into an uproar. Lyall staggered around the rows of empty seats, tripping over people who had fainted or simply given up all together. To no surprise, fights started to break out almost left and right. They were all truly equal now, just like the man wanted. Lyall liked to think he’d survive without magic-- in fact, he thought often of leaving this world and to live as a muggle with Hope and Remus at his side. However, the way he was feeling at that moment made him sick and it made him jumpy.

He pointed his useless wand at a group of fighting crowd members, but from Lyall’s distorted point of view-- he saw them coming straight for him. “Stay back!” He screamed, sweat beading down his forehead. “Stay back or I swear to Merlin!--”

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flcamont

“Please, everyone, just go to your seats in an orderly fashion,” Fleamont said as two people started to get into a heated discussion on the stairs up the side of the arena. He stepped easily between them as they started to raise their voices, turning to the person arguing against blood equality and warning them quietly. “Go, now, before you say something that you’ll regret,” he said, pointing up the rows of seats until they left. He let out a heavy sigh, shaking his head to himself. Civilian security was one of his favorite assignments, mostly because he liked people, but that day, Fleamont’d had a bad feeling creeping up the back of his neck. He had long since learned to trust his gut, and that day was no different. He needed to keep an eye out.

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Lyall escorted the instigator out of the arena before making his way back to Fleamont where they were keeping an eye on everything. Unlike his partner, civilian security was one of Lyall’s least favorite things because he hated most people. He’d been hired on as an auror for his expertise in boggarts and poltergeists, not to deal with the not so occasional street scuffle. “This is ridiculous if you ask me.” He shook his head, “We got next to no back up if something wrong does happen. Did they really think all these bloody people were going to listen to just you and me?” Lyall scoffed.

#[ c. fleamont ]

hopeh·:

under the reading light, she tries to focus her attention on her novel . it’s an adventure — an intoxicating tale that surely should take her mind from it’s unceasing concern for their child . but as she tries to read, the font becomes a blur, and her mind continues to reel about all of the questions she has . all of the unknowns . even lyall’s kind, comforting timbre sounds muffled and unclear in her ear at first . but she’s soon brought back from her personal reflection, and a small, tired smile emerges from her thought . “ hm ? of course i am . ” she responds to his nightly query easily, because it’s the truth . but truthfully, the happiness isn’t as easy as it used to be .

she dog - ears the page she hadn’t been paying attention to, and leans on his shoulder . there’s a part of her that thinks she ought to reveal her thoughts to him, but she also doesn’t think it right to highlight her concern . not now . these days, he rarely seems at peace — why not savour the moment while it lasts ? “ are you ? ”

“with you? of course i am. how silly you even need to ask, darling.” lyall teased playfully before he kissed her temple and rested his head on top of hers. she was all he found comfort in as of late, as if it hadn’t been that way all the years they’d been married. lyall always felt lost in his life, just aimlessly walking around with no real purpose. then he met hope and he felt like he had more direction than he ever had in all his life. hope was everything to him the second he met her, and he knew their son would have all her best qualities considering she had no bad ones.

lyall’s nose scrunched at the bent page before she closed her book, “we really ought to get you a bookmark love.” he grinned as he pulled his out of his own book and handed it to her. “keep it.” lyall spoke gently. he never felt the weight of the world on his shoulders in the confines of their home. he knew that hope, himself, and remus could just be themselves because there were no prying eyes. but out in public-- out in the open-- lyall always felt like he was being watched.

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The only time Lyall felt relief anymore was just after he and Hope got Remus down for the night, and they were both in bed glossing over their separate readings. His head was in her lap as he flipped the pages of a new book on the reasoning for why a poltergeist will haunt one space at a time, and what it takes for them to move onto another one. So one of his typical night time reads. Lyall let out a gentle sigh before placing his bookmark and shutting the book. He watched Hope as she read for just a moment before he sat up and leaned against the headboard of the bed to face her.

“Do you know how extraordinary you are?” Lyall mused with a grin-- a grin that was only reserved for the walls of their home. A grin that no one else but Hope and Remus had seen for almost half of a year now. “Truly, I don’t think I’d survive if I found you a second later than I did, darling.” Lyall leaned in to press a gentle kiss to her forehead before pulling back. “You’re happy here-- right?” Lyall would always ask this before they went to bed. He wanted to make sure she still wanted all of this that had been thrown upon her. He couldn’t bare to keep Hope somewhere she wasn’t truly happy. He loved her far too much for that.

#[ c. hope ]

flcamont·:

Fleamont felt his smile falter when Lyall spoke to him, picking up the flier to look at it. He cocked his head to the side, turning the paper over in his hands and feeling it between his fingers. “Something about this seems off,” he said, his brow furrowed as he looked at the images. They were almost too perfect. They were almost too much like something that he would expect to see. When Fleamont wasn’t surprised, he was worried that there was a surprise in store further down the line, and now was no exception.

He pursed his lips lightly, looking back down at his desk and tapping a pen against it for a moment. “Hey, mate, James has really been up my arse about seeing Remus. He has a present for him, apparently, though I’m pretty sure it’s dirt that he put in a shoebox under his bed.” Fleamont gave Lyall an encouraging smile. “Think we can get them together to eat dirt or whatever it is they do?” He paused. “We can spend some time planning out security for the rally, too.”

Lyall always had to be cautious and one step ahead when it came to threats in the wizarding world. He knew Hope could hold her own, but he couldn’t imagine someone taking advantage of her like Greyback had Remus. He already felt like he failed his family, and he’d be a fool if he allowed it again. “We’ll keep an eye out, Mont, we always do.” Lyall attempted to assure him. They were good at their jobs, and nearly everyone in the Ministry new it. Potter and Lupin were always the best to put on the case. Though ever since Lyall’s blow up at Greyback’s hearing, he’d been taken less and less seriously. No one knew about Remus’ accident yet, and Lyall didn’t plan on telling anyone.

“Maybe another time, mate, Remus hasn’t been feeling well.” Lyall kept his eyes on the paper, scanning through it for places that needed a signature. There was a full moon coming, and Lyall wasn’t going to take any chances. Remus was only a two year old, he couldn’t control himself and even Lyall and Hope had a hard time keeping him safe. “The dirt will still be there next weekend.” He said mindlessly. He couldn’t keep Remus from his friends, that was unfair, but he had a feeling no one would really appreciate letting their child play with him on a full moon.

#[ c. fleamont ]

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“My business is entirely legitimate, Auror Lupin.” Athena had picked her location in Diagon Alley for a reason. No one expected ugliness in Diagon Alley. No one expected imperfection. All of that was pushed to Knockturn Alley, to the darker dregs of their society. That was what made it so brilliant that she had set up shop in Diagon Alley, even as she filled out special requests for curses and hexes made by fellow Knights of Walpurgis. On paper, her business dealt with aesthetic charms. It was perfect.

But obviously, someone had talked, or caused too much of a stir, because now the Auror Office was asking questions and she didn’t want to have to answer them. Whoever it was would end up paying for their mistake later, that much was certain in Athena’s mind. For now, however, she needed to get this auror out of her shop so that she could get back to what she needed to do, far from his prying eyes.

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“I’m sure.” Lyall finished scribbling in his notepad. After the attack on his son, his bosses in the Auror Office not so discreetly kept Lyall to jobs that required very little effort. This came after Lyall wasn’t seen for weeks back in March, and when he finally came back, nearly everyone noticed he wasn’t himself. Diving into his work wasn’t exactly working either considering he couldn’t focus longer than a few minutes before he grew red with anger at the thought of Greyback.

“Mind if I look around?” They had someone in custody-- no idea if they were a Knight or just someone who did business with them-- but he mentioned a little charms shop in the alley. He really didn’t feel like returning back to the office empty handed in fear of being given even lower cases... like missing pets.

#[ c. athena ]

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Fleamont was sitting at his desk in the bullpen at the Auror Office, bored out of his mind and tossing a wadded up piece of parchment over and over in his hand. He leaned back in his chair, kicked his feet up on the desk, showing off his purple alligator-skin shoes, matched with a garishly purple hippie shirt. As soon as Lyall walked in, however, he instantly perked up—not only working with his best friend, but being partners at the Auror Office with him was one of the main reasons why he loved his job so much.

Things had been strained between them as of late, however. He didn’t know how to fix it, so he decided to just focus on work. Not think about it.

“Mate, you walk through Diagon yet? It’s absolutely crazy.” He tossed the parchment at the trash can across the room, missing and not even getting up to pick it up, instead just lazily flicking his wand at it to get it into the trash can. “We’re on civilian security when the rally happens. Better sharpen up on your concealment and disguise training, because I can see that bedhead from miles away. And so will everyone else.”

lyallslvpin

Lyall seemed to waltz into the office just as he did into any other room-- with the utmost confidence. All that was missing was his smile that could’ve sent Prince Charming packing. That smile hadn’t been seen for nearly half a year now since Fenrir Greyback targeted and attacked his two year old. While his stride was easy going and confident, Lyall’s face seemed to lack emotion these days. He quietly made his way to his desk with his hands stuffed into his tan wool trenchcoat.

He pulled out a crumpled flyer from his pocket and let it drop onto Fleamont’s desk. “They popped up on my bloody walk to work.” Lyall grumbled as he dropped his work bag underneath his desk. He took off his coat so that we was left in his black turtleneck and slacks before collapsing into his chair. Lyall let out a sigh as he looked over all the paperwork he’d left from the weekend. He hated taking it home, and he knew Hope hated him taking it home too-- but he hated it a little more when it sat untouched for days.

“I’ll have it under control..” Lyall spoke quietly. Normally, he would’ve engaged in some friendly banter with Fleamont but his mind had been more occupied. That weekend, he and Hope took Remus to a healer in Barbados that could supposedly treat lycanthropgy. And once again, they’d been conned out of their money and Remus was still unchanged.

#[ c. fleamont ]

*sighs* here is my broody moody lyall lupin! but i straight up love this mans

☆ ( ROBERT PATTINSON, CISMALE, HE/HIM) ☆ that over there would be ( LYALL LUPIN ), the ( 35 ) year old ( HALFBLOOD ) who ( DID NOT ) fight during the global wizarding war. they attended ( HOGWARTS ) and are a ( GRYFFINDOR ) alum. which is fitting considering they are ( PROTECTIVE ), yet (RECLUSIVE ). they are an ( ORDER OF THE PHOENIX MEMBER ) and also work as an ( AUROR ). every time i see them, it’s like ( PERSONAL JESUS BY DEPECHE MODE ) is playing in my head. ( cigarette butts under the porch, gentle hands, & fog rolling in early in the morning ). ☆

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You’ve got some tough stuff ahead of you with ‘The Batman’. When I saw you last, you said “I’m not allowed to talk about it! Only The Lighthouse.” I didn’t even know then, when I told you that! That’s right, it hadn’t been confirmed yet. It hadn’t been confirmed, I thought I was gonna get dropped!

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