can you hear me?

lawrences-yuan:

Lawrence blinked at the figure, slowly becoming less blurry, but not making any more sense. “T-Tyler? Wh-what’re you-?”

“I came to say, you know, get well soon, bring you some things you might need. You like Bertie Bott’s? They don’t taste so good, but they’re a good way to pass the time,” Tyler smiled that forced, too-much-teeth smile he was becoming more and more accustomed to.

#chat #lawrence

firebrand-roxanne:

Not on the table and I don’t want a possibly poisoned drink. Thanks anyway.

Have a good evening, Roxanne.

firebrand-roxanne:

Hard pass on that ballsy offer.

Just saying, it’s always on the table. I’m going to go get myself a cherry soda, want anything?

lawrences-yuan-deactivated20210

St. Mungo’s

Where am I? The cliche question barreled into his mind like a freight train, which, coincidentally, was what he felt like he was hit by. Healers have come in periodically, things have been explained to him more than once, but he still…where am I? Why? What happened? Why can’t I remember but some of it?

He groaned as the door creaked open - twice in one hour, huh? they must really be worried about his memory - and he turned his face into the pillow. He tried to snap at the healer, but could barely form a word without stammering or speaking as if he was a recording being played at 85% speed.

“U-unless y-y-y-y-y-you’re hhhere with s-some more p-p-pain potions, g-g-g-go away. I alr-ready know wwwwwwhat’s wrong with m-me. I know what a T-TBI i-is. My f-father’s a neurosurgeon, h-he can explain…just s-st-stop.”

When the footsteps didn’t retreat, Lawrence looked to the door. “Huh?” He couldn’t see right, sometimes, and now was one of those sometimes. A person. Not in healers’ robes? Thank Merlin.

Was this overkill? Probably.

Tyler had only really heard bits and pieces about Lawrence’s disappearance, and, as bad as it sounded, he hadn’t been very alarmed. People were disappearing a lot, and Tyler hadn’t known Lawrence Yeaun well except that he had a lot of opinions about the Muggle world that Tyler regarded as misguided. But opinions Tyler thought were misguided were exactly the kind of opinions he needed to be seen hanging out with. So there he was, standing in the doorway of Lawrence’s hospital room, holding a basket he had owl-ordered and being probably a little louder than he needed to be. “How are you doing, mate?” he grinned.

#chat #lawrence

firebrand-roxanne:

No, you can’t, but you can move forward one da at a time and hey maybe one day I’ll not think you’re full of shit Eerie, Zen, I Found Jesus Tyler, which is your new name officially, in case you have not accepted it yet. I might need to find a way to shorten it but it’s staying.

That’s my goal. If you ever need help with the shop, just let me know.

#marlo #owls #my heart<3 #Anonymous

[a letter attached on the back of a Collared Lory, a colourful, native Fijian bird] Ty, Heard you got out of jail. Congrats, doofus. Now don't be an idiot and stay out of shit you don't belong in. The weather here is nice as hell, and I'm learning loads about the fire crab species. Run away here the next time you commit a crime before you get chucked back in Azkaban. If all else fails, you probably taste enough like flobberworms to keep the fire crabs happy. (crossed) Love, (out) Marlo

firebrand-roxanne:

Did you really burn down the shop? Truthfully? I know normal Tyler was sticking to the same story but Eerie, Zen, I Found JesusTyler should be able to tell the truth.

I’m sorry. It was me. I was a pretty messed-up kid. I just hope I can fix it.

Mid Gala Attack // Best Served Cold

notaveryge:

She was surprised when the spell hit him and growing confident in her skills. Maybe she wasn’t as terrible as she thought she was, though little did she know how weak the curse itself was. “What are you trying to do? Do you think they’re that stupid? After Elektra?” She didn’t know what to do with Tyler being petrified, but she was so frustrated that he tried to make her be the bad guy that she wanted to turn into the bad guy, which she realistically couldn’t pull off, as much as at the moment, she felt unstoppable. Spells she only tried once during Defense Against Dark Arts class were all crossing her mind, but she couldn’t even remember most of their gestures.

Tyler still couldn’t move or talk, so he just watched Lara talk and hoped that someone would come help with the counter-curse and continued to try and strategize his next move to still save this attempt at faux-heroism.

#chat #lara

Mid Gala Attack // Best Served Cold

#no gif bc he is frozen #chat #lara

notaveryge:

She couldn’t recognize the boy she turned the opinion of about her upside down in one conversation and it frustrated her to feel this powerless on all grounds, but she didn’t stutter. She refused to be afraid of Tyler Alvarez, though she was wondering what he was going to do if she simply gave him her wand indeed - he had a reputation to maintain now, didn’t he? Yet, Lara didn’t feel reckless that evening, holding her wand still pointed towards him. “Stop yelling, Tyler. Nobody cares. Nobody is listening. I know what you think and what you are trying to do. There’s no point trying this with me. I’ll spare you the effort.” Taking a deep breath, she tried not to shake enough for the spell to hit its target. “Petrificus Totalus.”

Tyler was frozen by the spell. Okay, he thought, I can work with this. If Lara was going to jinx him, something more aggressive would have been preferable, thought Tyler, because then he would have more leverage to declare himself a hero, but he could still exaggerate this incident. As long as he wasn’t stepped on or cursed. That would be a pathetic ending.

Mid Gala Attack // Best Served Cold

notaveryge:

It took her a minute to understand Tyler’s scheme, because despite all the news, she couldn’t for once swallow that his loyalty would have changed. With his hand pointed at her, it became clearer than ever, but his words threw her off, turning her even paler than before. Her palms and knuckles were white, squeezing the wand, but she held it right back. She wasn’t going to let Tyler Alvarez be the end of her. It just didn’t sound like the right epilogue and she didn’t want death to begin with. “Tyler, don’t be funny. Let me pass and I might not tell everybody what I know is true. I’ll be nice.” She didn’t want to give him more reasons to claim anything about her wanting to harm anybody, but she didn’t want to shoot second either, watching his hands rather than his face.

“You’re going to blackmail me because you think you know a secret about me? Nice try, Lara, but I’m not going to sell all of these innocent people for my own pride,” he replied, stressing the word “blackmail” extra loudly and hoping that people especially the aurors in the safe zone, would hear him. He would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy this newfound sense of power when he had once listened to every word Lara said. “Now give me your wand or I’ll duel you for it.”

#chat #lara

#dammit wrong account #chat #lara

Mid Gala Attack // Best Served Cold

The deja-vu clicked in her mind and brought tears in her eyes that she couldn’t afford, for the sake of the context. Last time this happened - and her chest turned spongy as the ceiling fell, breaking against her head at the mere memory - Evelyn was the one found breathless. The image was still fresh in her mind, but she knew that her only shot was crossing to the other side of the big ballroom and going somewhere where she could get protection from. It was difficult, sitting close to the stage where Allard performed just minutes ago, but she lifted her dress slightly to walk and tried to sprint to the safe zone, chin down to avoid any sort of eye contact.

question--marks

Tyler needed to put on a show. He needed to keep that promise he had made to Roxanne about fighting for the Weasleys without actually hurting anyone he was loyal to. As he saw Lara on her way to the safe zone, Tyler had an idea. Lara was on her own side. So maybe he could make it look like “her own side” was a threat, and if he dueled her and came out victorious, he could twist it so he had just saved the day in the eyes of the Aurors and the Weasleys. “Stop! That’s the safe zone. You can’t go and hurt them. You’ll have to get through me first,” he said, jumping in front of Lara and raising his wand.

firebrand-roxanne

mudbloodalvarez:

I guess it’s just easy to get one-track-minded. But I hope me being here helps show I really have changed.

Nah, you’re probably just waiting for the same fight I am.

I really don't want any trouble. Especially at an event like this. But if something does happen, it's not even a question whose side I'll be on. I feel terrible about what I did to your shop and I want to make it up to your family.

firebrand-roxanne

mudbloodalvarez:

You’re joking about it, but you’re not far from the truth. I’m into, uh, philosophy now. I realized there’s no point fighting the Ministry when so many people have good lives because of them. Including me, really. If Grindelwald had won, I’d be dead now, and doesn’t everyone want to be alive?

I’m glad you have reached the basic truth that people like being alive. I know I personally enjoy living.

I guess it's just easy to get one-track-minded. But I hope me being here helps show I really have changed.

firebrand-roxanne

mudbloodalvarez:

Prison changes people. I’ve had a lot of time to think. I only wish the others had come to the same realizations as me.

Go on, eerie, zen, I found Jesus, Tyler. You have the chance to tell me more before I call bullshit.

You're joking about it, but you're not far from the truth. I'm into, uh, philosophy now. I realized there's no point fighting the Ministry when so many people have good lives because of them. Including me, really. If Grindelwald had won, I'd be dead now, and doesn't everyone want to be alive?