celestial sweetheart

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remuslupin-arc​:

where: wales; remus’ place status: open to anyone

the last time he was this surprised by the turn of events, remus had been just as blinded as he was now. it was easy to put his trust in the hands of someone with the potential like kingsley and to have it be taken away so effortlessly felt like a vicious blow. kingsley was a dear friend of his and had been for so many years. they had been fighting for so long and fighting against the same challenge. the days after went by slowly, feeling like he was watching the paint dry on a wall. none of this surfaced when he was around teddy, but eventually he took him to andromeda’s until he felt better himself. 

there was a knock on the door and remus answered, approaching the door slowly. he had not been expecting visitors and he felt for his wand in the back pocket. “you,” he breathed in, still not fazed by the visitor. “i didn’t receive an owl…what did you need?”

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Much like most of Michael’s decisions, this one had been spur of the moment. He knew something was fucking up. Not with the spree of deaths (Murders. Call them what they fucking were.) Or the stupid fucking shows of grieving the Ministry was trying to shove up their arses. No. Something bigger was happening and no one would be honest about it. His friends and Lisa kipped off to secret meetings, stopped talking when he entered the room, and Tony was somehow putting himself in the line of fire. It only took a few times of hearing their former professor’s name muttered to put the pieces together. So he found himself outside of Professor Lupin’s door, knocking aggressively, after running off under the guise of an errand. “Professor! I didn’t write. You got a minute or you too busy patching your sweaters or drinking tea or some shit?” Restless, his hands came up to brace the doorway of the older man’s home as he leaned in and spoke in a lower volume. “I gotta know what the fuck is going on. Please.”

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xoromilda​:

Romilda wiped at her cheek, she had better not have a fucking scar on her face, or she would go back and kill the girl on principle. “Yeah well she deserved it” she snipped, watching him as he wiped away some of the blood. She’d patched him up once or twice after a drunk fight, but she never had expected the roles to be reversed even slightly. “Bandaids? You’re a professional quidditch player and you don’t have a first aid kit?” she said as he left for the kitchen. 

“Washcloth.” she called back, looking at her hands and turning them over, they were a little bruised already, she really had let loose on the girl. She didn’t remember exactly the damage she’d done, just the feeling of rage that had come over her. That was probably the alcohol. If she hadn’t been drinking would she have risen to the bait? Probably. Romilda’s mother was the thing that got to her every time. Mummy issues didn’t even begin to cover it. She felt weird sharing with Michael, they didn’t share, they didn’t get emotional, it was one of their unspoken rules. But she did owe him some kind of explanation as to why she had to be pulled off the girl. She started speaking before he came back into the room, it would be easier to start not looking at his face “My mum was obsessed with her beauty. She was beautiful, but she wanted to be adored for it, wanted to be somebody everyone wanted to be. She was always so picky about how I looked too. Said I had my dads nose, so I got it fixed when I was in third year. But- in the holidays before Fourth year- She’d started to brew potions, her own version of beautification potions, ones that lasted longer, she was trying to make them permanent. She was never happy with it though. Then one afternoon she-” Romilda had to stop, the lump in her throat stopping any words from coming out, and her eyes had started to prick with tears again. Fucking emotions. Fucking alcohol, she blamed the alcohol. 

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“Nope!” He called out sarcastically, popping the p of the word as he picked up two bottles of beer from his cold cabinet instead of immediately going for a washcloth for Romilda. “We have these things called healers to take care of us. Not a lot of fucking quidditch accidents in my apartment. Just you and your wand to worry about, Rom.” Or maybe her fists. Fuck this. Just fuck this night. He wanted to relax. He didn’t want to be playing let’s go think about the time we were trapped in a castle. It always went back to detention for Michael. His mind couldn’t skip over it. She was doing his head in. He popped the top of his beer off on his counter, taking a long sip as he listened to Romilda drawl on in his living room. Better go get that washcloth. 

Michael was meandering his way back to her, washcloth in hand, when he started really listening to what she was saying. “She made you fix it?” He always thought her nose was cute. Tiny. What had it looked like before? He held a beer out to her, eyebrows furrowing as she continued on and then suddenly trailed off. “Rom?” He wasn’t demanding an explanation for tonight. It was hot. Freaky but hot. Bottles forgotten and no doubt spilling on the floor, Michael joined her on the couch again. He grasped her chin lightly, eyes focusing on her cut over her gaze or expression. Slowly wiping the remnants of her injury away, he pursued his lips in thought and let out a sigh. “If you wanna talk, go for, but I’m not asking for anything here. You lost your shit tonight. That’s all it has to be if that’s what you want, yeah? We can just go to bed or lay here or you can talk to me but there’s not a requirement for, like, how you have to go about sharing. You get that, right?”

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anthonyxgoldstein​:

Anthony took Mike’s hand immediately, without a second thought. He remembered all too well what it felt like to sit on the other side of this equation. Guilt ate at his stomach. Even if he’d so much rather him end up in the hospital bed than either of them, he hated to cause them worry. And they had both so obviously worried.

“I’m gonna be okay.” He told Mike, giving himself a quick once over before adding, “Look, I’m not even purple any more. That’s really nice. You didn’t have to wait too long, did you? I don’t know how long I was out.”

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Michael shoved his face into the over-bleached, too chemical smelling scratchy sheets of the hospital bed when Anthony kept speaking. The quiet had been as nice as it had been terrifying. Terry could answer the questions. He was the healer. His brain hadn’t comprehended anything past poisoned and St. Mungo’s before he side-alonged Terry here with him. Merlin, he nearly brought Walter in his fucking hast. Picking his head up after a moment, he inspected the hand Anthony had given him and looked for any hint of purple at all. He had looked like that girl from the muggle film of the chocolate factory when they had gotten there. Wonko’s. “Idiot.”  

He squeezed Anthony’s hand lightly, hiding his face once more and feeling far too much like they were hiding out in the Room of Requirement for comfort. They just needed El and Pads and they’d be set. Fuck this. The whole country. The whole war.

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anthonyxgoldstein​:

where; st. mungo’s whom; @mcorner; @aterryboot​

Waking up to see Mike and Terry’s worried faces wasn’t always a cause for alarm. Normally it meant he’d accidentally passed out during Boy’s Night or something, maybe tripped over a pile of books he’d forgotten to move. This time though, he could hear the hustle of a busy hospital around him and their worried thoughts pressing at the corners of his control. 

It took a few slow moments of blinking as the potions heled to clear his head before Anthony managed to put some of the pieces back together. Visiting the bank. The kidnapping. Ernie. The pain. The rescue. And then–

“Oh, I missed Boy’s Night.” He said, feeling distinctly guilty. “Sorry.”

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He didn’t know how long they had silently been sitting besides Anthony’s bed. Or in Michael’s case, in Anthony’s bed. He had crawled in awhile ago. Practically since they arrived. Too reminded of his own stay in this hell hole to have any concern about his best friend’s need for space. He was subdued. Not even the sight of Terry had drawn an insult out of him and he had been with Terry for hours now. Nearly a whole day. “Shut up,” He murmured into the hospital blankets from the bottom of the bed, his long form curled nearly Anthony’s feet. He reached a hand up for Anthony’s. “Just shut up for once in your life.”

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❂ - Michael Corner & Anthony Goldstein [  @anthonyxgoldstein ] & Terry Boot [ @aterryboot ]

He had to admit, a boy’s night was a fucking amazing idea. It kept both of his friends in the same place, where he could see them, and also usually involved some pretty great dumb ideas. Some of their best dumb ideas came out of boys night. Once Anthony had let them shave his eyebrows off. This time they were even going to talk about their feelings– well mostly Mike’s feelings hopefully, but he’d talk about his if he had to. For his friends it wouldn’t be too bad

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❂ - Michael Corner & Terry Boot [ @aterryboot ]

“Do you need me to mention the dark curse trauma? If I remember right you were there for that bit.” And he had been the one to look Michael over after it. Their own baby seventh year wannabe healer. Merlin, he wouldn’t be in the same lifelong situation if he had gotten proper help right away. 

“Terry.” He said, not further explaining what had been done to him. Terry could help. His old roommate knew enough of his condition.

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❂ - Michael Corner & Romilda Vane [ @xoromilda ]

“Oh my god! Not everything is about your fucking cock!”

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lisaturpinhqs​:

While not being an active part of the mission she had done recon trying to help the people going in, but they had been too late. Anthony had been kidnapped amongst others. Ernie was killed. Kingsley and his wife murdered. The Redeemers seemed to get more powerful by the day and they were still not closer to revealing who was hiding behind those masks and stopping them. It was terrifying and she felt panicked as she took Michael’s hand after visiting Anthony in St. Mungos. The white walls of the hospital made her feel claustrophobic,  Her heart started beating faster and she felt like she had trouble breathing. Lisa turned to Michael, fear obvious in her eyes. “I can’t breathe.. I need to sit down.” 

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Michael wasn’t sure he would have left Anthony’s hospital room if not for Lisa. He hadn’t shared any of his more recent worries with her, none of what happened with his recent freakout in Diagon before all of this bullshit had happened had been mentioned. He felt like he was in a fog, unable to see or speak and his fire utterly and completely doused. He couldn’t even muster up any anger at whoever had poisoned his best friend. Just numbness at the fact that this would probably never stop. War didn’t cease. It didn’t end. It just dragged on until everyone was dead and the next generation could pick up where they had left off. 

If he hadn’t been so in his head, so just full of fucking disbelief at what had happened while he and Terry did their best to not destroy Anthony’s home and themselves in the process of waiting for him, maybe he would have noticed the state Lisa was in beside him. The hadn’t even made it out into the main waiting room when he looked over to her, seeing her tears for the first time. Exchanging her hand for an arm around her shoulders, Michael pulled her to the side of the hallway and sat down against the wall, pulling her into his lap and watching her with wide eyes. “Baby. Baby, look at me. Just you and me here. Fuck everyone else and just focus on me for a minute. We’ll get you a calming potion or some water or some shit.”

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❂ - Michael Corner & Anthony Goldstein [ @anthonyxgoldstein ]

He carded his fingers through Anthony’s curls and relaxed further into the hospital bed. “Everyone’s been questioning me today. Can we just lay here instead? I fucking missed your bony arse and I know you missed mine but I’m okay.”

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❂ - Michael Corner & Arthur Weasley [ @arthur-percivalweasley ]

“Arthur?” He questioned. The only Arthur he knew was Ginny’s dad.

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lisaturpinhqs​:

“You really should be used to that by now.” Lisa had the reputation of being a know it all, but she didn’t mind it. Her smile widening when he kissed her forehead. It was little acts of intimacy like this that she had missed while he was in Ireland. Lisa was an independent woman, but she knew that depending on Michael didn’t make her weak. They were partners, she could depend on him and he could depend on her. That’s how a relationship should be in her opinion. “Definitely a good thing.” They had all of their lives ahead of them and they would do that by each other’s side. It was a comforting thought, knowing that she wasn’t alone. Lisa laughed at his enthusiasm, but shook her head. “While that’s very sweet, I do not want to get married while I’m pregnant. We can wait until after the baby, we aren’t in any rush.” She wanted to express to him that she wasn’t against the idea, timing just wasn’t right at the moment. They had had communication problems before so she thought being open and honest would be a good idea. 

She laid in bed and relaxed until he came back, sitting up when he did, eyeing the vitamins he brought.  “Very clever.” It was for the good of the baby so she did take them at the end of the day, but she wasn’t a fan of starting her day with the taste in her mouth. “I’ll come and help. You know I don’t like sitting around all day.”

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“You being right all the time? Never.” That would take all the fun out of teasing Lisa, if Michael just gave into her right from the start. He shook his head, with the tea now delivered, and leaned in close. His face took on a more serious note at the change in subject. “I’ve got no plan on proposing any time soon, El. I’m just saying, it’s fucking wild that we could get married today. You know? Like, no one could stop us. And I like the thought of that. That it’s you and me for good.” Michael brought his lips to hers, relishing in the fact that there was finally a time where shit wasn’t going crazy. Ever since he had come back, it was one thing after another and he was happy to be in a moment of peace. Not something he ever thought he would say. 

“You’re not helping. You’re gonna keep me company, yeah? I got the work handled.” She was impossible sometimes. He stole another kiss before getting dressed and preparing to make his way downstairs.

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xoromilda​:

Romilda had shut her eyes tightly when Michael put his arms around her. Whether he was just trying to comfort her or he was going to get them out of there, she didn’t care, she just took a deep breath and put her arms around him. Right now he was the only thing standing between her and prison and she really should try to listen to him, no matter how angry she was. 

She held tightly as they snapped and suddenly were his apartment, they broke apart and Romilda had to take a few steps to steady herself, grabbing onto the couch. “Yeah.” she mumbled, thankful that Michael had turned away so she could wipe the tears that had made their way down her cheek while she pulled herself together. She and Michael didn’t talk about emotions, not like that, the most they’d done was cuddled in silence, no sex, on some of the particularly bad days. But he asked, and she sort of felt like she owed him an explanation for why she’d completely lost it. She rolled her eyes “I’m not going to hex you. You don’t deserve it. She did.” But how did she explain it? There was no sugar coating what Mary had said. 

Romilda picked up the glass and took a sip to try and combat the lump in her throat. “Did you hear the rumours about my mum, the very start of fourth year? or sixth year, for you.” she asked, that was probably the easiest way of talking about it. “She died that summer, but the papers never said what from so people started guessing.” Romilda brought a hand to her cheek but pulled it away when she felt something wet, surely she wasn’t still crying, but no. It was blood “Fuck.” she hissed, pulling out a compact mirror from her pocket and opening it, she had a cut on her cheek “Bitch must have been wearing a ring.” She looked to Michael, the first time she’d look him in the eyes since they got to the apartment “Wheres your first aid kit?”

Michael joined Romilda on his couch, choosing the far seat where her claws were least likely to reach him. They weren’t joking or flirting so he couldn’t snap back that yes she would hex him. Because she would and had. Not the time. He listened, a frown growing on his face as she spoke. He hadn’t heard shit about Romilda in school. Except for her trying to give Harry a love potion. This dead mom bit was news to him. “You got her worse.” He reached out to wipe some of the blood away, giving her a confused look. “Have some bandaids, I think.”

He stood up, heading back into the kitchen a bit too quickly. Michael hadn’t thought about death much since seventh year and the year of recovery that took him out of Hogwarts after. It used to be something consistently on his mind, couldn’t fucking live in that castle without it coming up. And it had touched every single person he knew. Rom wasn’t supposed to bring up serious subjects. That’s not at all what they were doing. If he had the head for serious, he’d go visit Lisa. He didn’t want to be drunk off his arse and thinking about that year. Or death or any of it. He wanted to be losing himself in fun and bullshit. Searching his cabinets, he called back to Romilda. “You want a washcloth or a tissue?”

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chaserkatie​:

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Michael wasn’t someone that Katie talked to all of the time, but he was a face that she found comfort in. The last time that they’d talked was after the kidnapping, but they had more than that in common. There was quidditch and now they were both expecting children. Her eyes widened at the information he was giving her. Damn, she needed to do more research. “It sounds like I’m going to be going to a book store next,” she teased. “Wait, really?” Babies were so weird. She felt like she didn’t know anything.

“Thank you. Congratulations to you, too. It’s crazy, isn’t it?” She felt like they’d just been at Hogwarts and now they were expanding their families. Expecting children. “We’ll have to schedule a play date,” Katie murmured with a small laugh. She looked down at the table with the onesies, before looking back to Michael in concern. “You okay?” She asked lowly. 

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Michael faltered in answering her. He felt hot, warmth emanating from between his shoulder blades and spreading up his spine before making its way to his hands. He couldn’t feel his hands. Surely, they were still gripping the table. He blinked, nodding in her direction but not really looking her way. “Me? Fucking brillant. I just gotta-I’m late for a baby thing with Lisa.” His lie was terrible but it didn’t stop him from stepping away from the table and hightailing it out of the shop as quickly as he could.

What the fuck was going on with him? Michael didn’t panic in public like this. He snapped. Usually at someone. He didn’t run away like a bloody coward. But seeing Katie for the first time. Properly. Not on a broom on the other side of the pitch was too much for him to handle. He ducked down a side street next to the shop and punched the wall for good measure. That he could feel. He hit the wall again, hoping the pain would lead to some sort of place he recognized.

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malfoythesnake​:

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There were times when Draco offered particular patients another healer to see. There were people that he ran into that didn’t particularly have the best opinion of him and he didn’t blame them. That was why he always tried his best to put them at ease. To find someone that could help them that they’d be more comfortable with. He’d tried it with Hermione and she refused and it had only made the situation worse. When he walked into the exam room to see Michael, he knew that it wasn’t going to be pleasant. No matter how hard he bit his tongue and tried to be civil. However, today he didn’t have anyone else to offer. Everyone was up to their neck in cases. 

“Boot isn’t here today,” Draco replied, knowing that Michael was more than likely going to fly off the handle. He’d been known for his outbursts. Draco didn’t particularly want to be on the other end of them. Draco didn’t, however, reply to Michael’s questions of whether or not Draco had done something to Terry. They were coworkers, but it was rare that Draco spoke to his coworkers unless necessary for a case. Looking down at the file in his hands, Draco murmured, “I can’t offer you another healer this afternoon, I apologize. I can handle your appointment today or I can reschedule you for someone else.” 

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Michael pulled a face, standing up from the examination table and picking his shirt up. He winced as he did, a harsh exhale coming from his mouth and took a moment to pause. There wasn’t a lot of shit he would put up with normally but this was fucking out of the question. Wasn’t there a big red stamp on his file that said No Fucking Death Eaters? “What?” He snapped, unable to hear whatever bullshit Malfoy was going on about quietly. “Are you talking to me or to yourself? Because I can’t fucking hear whatever you’re whispering to my file. You got a question about it or something? I can tell you the whole story if you want.” Michael dropped his shirt, taking a step towards Malfoy. He hadn’t planned on shouting or spilling his guts. But he also hadn’t planned on seeing the guy who had ruined a large part of his life. 

“Your stupid fucking friends who took over school seventh year fucked me up permanently. For fucking weeks. So now I’m taking potions on the daily and coming here to show you shits I still need them and I’m not just getting high or whatever. Terry knows what to do, so what the fuck did you do to him? He doesn’t miss my appointments. And I fucking need to see someone today, alright? And you’re not fucking touching me.”

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padpetal​:

“I’m pretty sure that’s all in your head.” Michael was delusional but it was a type of delusional Padma had gotten used to when he’d constantly bother her in the library. Sort of comforting, in its own way. “Oh and are you the one that has to carry that baby and give birth to it? I’d say Lisa deserves a little more of the recognition for the whole thing, which I’m sure all her friends are telling you.” Lisa had a good support group and Padma didn’t doubt they didn’t let Michael know how much she was loved and doted on. “I’ll try but no promises about the gifts. It’s not a problem, you’re both my friends as well.”

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He squinted before shaking his head. “Nah. You love me and my bratty ways. Just admit it. I’m a fucking treasure. You’re just mad El got to me first.” Sometimes it felt like Michael could spout off bullshit forever, if only to piss Padma off. That’s where the fun was. “Alright. One, I was fucking joking. I’m not saying I don’t know how hard she has it right now. Who’s been taking care of her? Two, who the fuck do you think put it there? Or, half of it there. It’s my fucking kid too. And it is a problem but whatever. I’m getting you fuckers back one day. Next holiday, you’ll all be drowning in gifts.”

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anthonyxgoldstein​:

“You’re the worst.” He complained with absolutely no heat. Anthony never could stay mad at Mike for more than a few minutes at a time. He looked down at his plate in confusion. Maybe it wasn’t as good as Mike’s cooking, but his food wasn’t that terrible was it? Nothing even burned this time. “I thought I did okay.”

Then he blushed. “What? Oh, they’re okay. Everyone in New York is fine, we talked the other day. I umm– that’s not why I’m pre-occupied. I took Lu out on a date.”

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“No. The best.” He leaned over the table and blew Anthony a mocking kiss, still picking at the food in front of him. Oh, fuck. “You made this?” He asked, honestly shocked. It looked like shitty government food to him. Michael dropped the fork and stood, staring at his best buddy expectantly. “Come on. Up. I’m buying you lunch and maybe giving you another cooking lesson or two. Pads is gonna give me some recipes because we’re fucking boring now but I’m actually excited and you can’t tell anyone that.”

Michael paused on his way around the table, a devilish grin clear for anyone to see. “What did you just say?” He asked lowly as he perched on the table in front of Anthony, leaning down into his friend’s space. “Lulu? My little Lulu went out on a date with you? Get. The fuck. Up. Get your stuff and owl out of work. We’re getting a drink and you’re telling me when the hell you asked Lulu out.”

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padpetal​:

“Hush you’re being such a brat. It’s Lisa’s special day so just wear whatever you think she’d like.” Padma paused. “Scratch that you’ll manage to say something inappropriate. Just wear whatever you usually do and sit there and accept the gifts that your friends want to give you in celebration. Me and Penelope will figure everything else out,” she assured him. While not ideal it might be better to actually just bypass Michael’s approval and go straight to Penelope. Otherwise he’d just complain about every little thing. “Of course she’s coming she’s her cousin, and also a friend. I’ll be sure to relay the message.”

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“Shut up. You love when I’m a brat. It’s what makes me special.” Michael’s friendship with Padma had never been direct or simple. It was based on him being an arsehole to her. “Oh, it’s not my special day? Half the baby is me. I contributed to that shit.” He joked, knowing Lisa needed a day just for her. “She loves me when I look inappropriate.” Hell, he could show up in just his pants and his girlfriend would be happy. “Yeah? But get it through their heads. Cards are fine. Gifts are too much. And thanks. For helping me with this shit.”