i'll be good

I thought I saw the devil, this morning looking in the mirror, drop of rum on my tongue with the warning to help me see myself clearer I never meant to start a fire, I never meant to make you bleed, I'll be a better man today

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hestiaofcarrow:

She was reading all the signs wrong. But to Millicent’s credit, Hestia wasn’t one that tried to be read or made it easy on anyone who took the task upon themselves. After all, who wanted to read a book where every page was a blank one? 

She didn’t want to talk. But it wasn’t exactly that she didn’t want to not talk either. If the situation presented itself she fell into it, just as easily as the frilly dresses her mother had saddled her and her sister with slipped over her head. Just another pretty cover for a very blank book. 

“I was coming down when you opened up the door. It was blocking the rest of the hall to the staircase. I didn’t feel like bothering to tell you to move,” she said simply, forgoing the more obviously deep undertones to Millicent’s question. No need to spill her whole life’s story. They didn’t even have firewhiskey about. 

“This place had been abandoned for years. What else could anyone keep in boxes on the fourth floor of an old warehouse except for the shit they didn’t want in the first place?”

It was vexing to Millie that Hestia implied the dusty boxes were shit. The important part, the exciting part, was that each box could contain anything. Millie wanted to find out what that might be. Maybe they held no value, maybe they held value only to her, but she wanted to figure that out for herself. Clearly she couldn’t do that in peace while Hestia was still there. So if Hestia didn’t want to talk, that was fine with her.

“Well, I’m not blocking the hallway now. Feel free to walk through it and leave the boxes of shit to me,” she said sharply and a bit too loud ( like her old self again ). Really, Millie wanted to have at least one decent conversation with someone in the damned house, but she wouldn’t put up with this. They could insult her ( she’d been dealing with that for years ), but they could not insult the few things in this place that made life at 8 Acanthia Walk interesting. 

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ronansavery:

millie.

he IGNORED her comment in favor of sitting on the dusty old window sill, one leg drawn to his chest as he watched her rummage through the junk, opening box after box. there wasn’t much to find ( he’d told her that ) just filthy old quills and even older cobwebs, but she seemed undeniably curious. a trait he’d noted several times since she’d moved in ; one he couldn’t quite remember her having back at hogwarts. this millicent bulstrode, he was beginning to see, was not the same he’d taken charms with. 

“ belonged to merlin. ” he lied, smooth as silk, “ didn’t think ya’d find it – thought i hid it pretty well, guess i was mistakin’. don’t work no more, the crack’n’all, but still worth a pretty penny. ”

Millie tried to glare at Ronan for his obvious lie, ( no way the Ministry just left such a historical wand in the building where they put the R program ) but the sun was sitting low in the sky, its light falling harshly through the window behind Ronan, making him difficult (  even more difficult  ) to look at without squinting. Rather than pointlessly accuse him of deceit, Millie lifted her chin.

 “Sometimes it’s not about a pretty penny,” she replied haughtily, ( though she had no idea what that meant ). 

Defensively, she held on to the old wand as she moved onward with her exploration. There were a few more unopened boxes next to her, but she was starting to feel drawn to a small trunk near the back of the room. There was nothing particularly special about it ; actually, it was quite dingy. Nevertheless, Millie dropped to her knees in front of it and paused, wanting to savor the anticipation of exposing its contents.

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ronan.

ronansavery:

“ there’s nothing exciting. ” he started ( a lie ), wandering up the stairs behind her, a DARK shadow towering over her. he’d explored every inch of that room, when he’d first arrived. alone for two weeks, there wasn’t much else to do. he’d found old gold pieces ( that he’d since melted down ), found a cracked, but usable wand ( one he supposed belonged to a man of dumbledore’s age ), and even found what looked to be a dragons egg ( he’d left that one alone, even he wasn’t crazy enough to take on a hungarian horntail )

“ might find a book or two on goblins. ” he mused, leaning against the door frame, “ though i s’pose you’d enjoy that. ”

Millie’s gaze followed the tattoos on Ronan’s arm, moving from his hands to his face. 

“I probably would enjoy that,” she mumbled before turning her attention back to the box in her grip. She rationalized that it was just unsettling that he was speaking to her ( true and unusual ), but in reality, a part of her knew that if she looked at him any longer, she might not be able to pull her attention away. He was too much of an enigma and she had plenty of mystery right in front of her. She wanted needed to know what was in the boxes. Dirt fell from its lid as she unveiled its contents ( some old trinkets of little value ). Disappointed in her initial findings she moved to the next box, “but honestly, what do you know about exciting?” 

Delightedly, Millie discovered an old wand with a small crack running down its length. She traced the crevice softly with her finger before displaying her find to Ronan.

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hestiaofcarrow:

“Well would you look at that. She found junk.”

She stood on her tiptoes behind the other girl, peering over her shoulder into the darkened, dusty room. The fire to explore the building had extinguished itself quite easily the more she was separated from green fields and deep blue waters of her home, and there were only so many untouched nooks and crannies you could find in a four floor makeshift apartment complex. But as it were, she’d been in the right place at the right time, having come down with her violin from the roof- a new space she’d cornered out for herself to think up some new compositions. She’d started to feel cramped up in her head and in the flat she shared with her sister. 

Moving past Millicent she came to find a seat on one of the sturdier boxes after dusting it off then went to inspect her nails where some of the old dirt had gotten caught underneath them. She didn’t say anything else nor looked up from her hand. Whatever was in those boxes would have to wait to be uncovered by someone else. 

Millie watched as Hestia sat on her potential treasure. Before the war, Millie might have mimicked Hestia’s casual disinterest. But that wasn’t Millie anymore. Unfortunately, new Millie wanted to explore, but she sensed that Hestia ( for all her intense focus on her nails ) wanted to talk.  She slowly moved to sit on the floor, facing her indifferent neighbor. Millie was never one for metaphors, however, she suspected the ‘junk’ in the boxes was just one part of Acanthia Walk that Hestia deemed useless, unlikable. 

“If you think it’s junk, why are you here?” 

Here of course, referred to the fourth floor, but could have just as easily meant Acanthia Walk. Millie only knew of Hestia by her impressive Hogwarts reputation. In fact, she hardly knew anyone in the house beyond their reputations ( she was never very successful at becoming a member of the groups she idolized at school, and thus had few real friends ). But she’d like to know Hestia. Or, at least, she thought she did.

[mightyhecate]

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florcarrow:

The mention of Millie’s workplace distracted Flora from her book. During their Hogwarts times, she couldn’t stand the loud clique seeking girl, as she had always distanced herself from all sorts of groups, but especially the blood purist ones. Even now, she couldn’t trust her and her apparent change of heart; but there was something about the girl that was just a little too similar. A connection point she had a hard time ignoring. “I have a wand. Don’t need that.”

Embarrassment colored Millie’s cheek a light pink. She knew of course that they had wands. It was just never her first instinct to use magic. She bit down on the side of her cheek to keep from snapping. Just once  she wanted something other than a cool response from Flora. She breathed deeply once, twice, before responding. “I would’ve thought that to be true, but if you have one, why don’t you use it?” she inquired. Finally, she moved her gaze from the cat to his owner, squinting as she observed her housemate in the dusky hallway.

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And it's hard looking back Knowing what I could have done I'm never going back I'm always on the run And you never really find The pieces that you leave behind All I got from this mess, was fragments

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Millie itched with curiosity. Stairs groaning beneath her feet, her interest only grew with each step she took toward the fourth floor. Though her time in the R program hadn’t been long, it was a wonder that she hadn’t already explored every inch of 8 Acanthia Walk. At the height of the steps, she was confronted by a door, taunting her with the mystery of its contents. Millie reached out and grasped the cold, metal doorknob. Twisting it, she swung the door open, only to be greeted by a cloud of dust. Millie wrinkled her nose ( resisting the urge to sneeze ) and pushed inside. Old boxes and dusty furniture littered the large space. Intrigued, Millie moved to the box closest to her when she heard the creak of the stairs behind her.

[wordsnquotes]

I hoard books. They are people who do not leave.

Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait In Letters (via wordsnquotes)

[larmoyante]

You still have a lot of time to make yourself be what you want.

S.E. Hinton, The Outsiders (via larmoyante)

don’t touch her she’s healing herself

[rosetylecr]

[wordsnquotes]

I have survived. I am here. Confused, screwed up, but here.

Laurie Halse Anderson, Speak  (via actualhansolo)

[cardiamachina]

I think we deserve a soft epilogue, my love. We are good people and we’ve suffered enough.

Seventy Years of Sleep # 4. nikka ursula (n.t)

[jonas-brothers]

[florcarrow]

“I won’t move.” Flora warned, without giving as much as a glance at the figure approaching her. The stairs were cold and the light way too dim for her to be there reading, but the residents of 8 Acanthia Walk were more than used to finding her in the almost darkness, sitting with a book, outside of her flat. The old cat beside her feet hissed, as if to solidify her words. Moros, however, could actually be a menace, but he immediately shut up when she started petting him, her eyes still stuck on the page.

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Millie tilted her head, surprised Flora had noticed her. ( Though she shouldn’t be, her steps were obnoxious for someone ‘sneaking around’ ). While debating whether to reply or just keep moving, Millie stared at Moros. She knew Moros belonged to her new housemate, he didn’t even look like Millie’s old cat. Regardless, she looked at him for perhaps a bit too long. Not moving her eyes from the grumpy-looking cat, she whispered “y’know, the muggles make lights. For books. For reading in the dark. They sell some at work.”

[erikarowle-blog]

Hearing the footsteps Erika was well aware of her surroundings. She would assume it was her flatmate. If not it was one of the others in the house and with a sword in hand if she didn’t want them there they would know it. She was working through basic steps just out of boredom but that didn’t mean she was seeking company so she didn’t say a word to whomever it was.

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Millie regretfully stood from her favorite reading chair. She wouldn’t have left her room all day, but her stomach was gently ( loudly ) rumbling. She hummed softly as she made her way through the maze of books on her floor. She would’ve sung loudly ( wanted nothing more than to belt out ), but she was painfully aware that she sounded like a drunken, near-dead cat when she sang. Anyone who could hear knew it. Even her humming was sad off-key rendition. Moving into the main area of her flat, Millie came face-to-face with a swinging sword. Startled, the book she was holding fell to the floor with a thump. “Woah!” she exclaimed, backing up to the wall.