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❝ Not an EASY answer ———– but SIMPLE. ❞
independent. private. highly selective. canon div. LEONARD SPENCER-MOON, Minister of Magic. -tom.
❝ Not an EASY answer ———– but SIMPLE. ❞
independent. private. highly selective. canon div. LEONARD SPENCER-MOON, Minister of Magic. -tom.
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’ where did you learn that? that’s what i meant. ’
the outsiders | super accepting.
“If I’m bein’ real honest —” the boy muttered, his wand loosely caught in between his fingers, no longer hidden behind his back. “I taugh’myself most o’it. M’mum taugh’me some, bu’ – she’s been gone fo’a while now.” Shannon spoke quietly, his round and faintly gold glasses hanging low on his nose. “I like t’make people feel better with m’magic. Bu’sometimes… sometimes I just use it t’keep m’company.” with a soft flick of the gnarled pine stick, he cast a little system of stars and planets before them, all swirling with hazy light and asteroids. “ ——— wha’s y’name? I didn’hear y’say it. I’m Shannon.”
’ let’s go home, i’m cold. ’
the outsiders | super accepting.
he sat quietly on the snowy sand, staring out into the water that hit the beach with a calm determination. a cigarette hung from his lips, smoke leaking slowly with each shallow breath. he’d brought her along on a whim, but one backed with utter willpower to speak the words he’d been meaning to say for God knew how many years. as he sat there, snowflakes clinging to his eyelashes, he was doubtful even of his Lord’s knowledge of his imbecilic thoughts.
Shannon hated being distant, he’d promised himself that he’d begin with her, of all the people, her —— he could be open with, and yet, he’d dragged her out to a place steeped in stillness and unchanging rigidity. her voice brought his gaze up to her, hovering just below her lips, selfish in his refusal to give her the courtesy of eye contact, all based in fear.
nevertheless, he stood, stamping out his glimmering cigarette into the cold sand, shrugging his jacket off of his shoulders before he wrapped it closely around her shoulders. if he couldn’t speak of intimacy, he would commit it gently with his own hands, as he’d done silently for all these years.
✖ —— the outsiders sentence starters.
’ we gotta win that fight tonight. ’ ’ where the hell have you been? do you know what time it is? ’ ’ it’s two in the morning, kiddo! ’ ’ where have you been? ’ ’ i fell asleep in the lot. didn’t mean to. ’ ‘ i can’t even call the cops because you two would be put in a home so fast. ’ ’ look, i said i didn’t mean to. ’ ’ "i didn’t mean to", “i forgot”. that’s all i ever hear from you! ’ ’ don’t you yell at him/her! ’ ’ you can’t win. you know that, don’t you? ’ ’ you’ll still be where you were before, at the bottom. ’ ’ shoot, this house ain’t dirty. you ought to see my house. ’ ’ if you had the sense of a billy goat, you’d clean your house up. ’ ’ shoot, kid, if i did that, my mom would die of shock. ’ ’ where did you learn that? that’s what i meant. ’ ’ stay gold, _______, stay gold. ’ ’ robert frost wrote it. ’ ’ i always remembered it because i never quite knew what it meant. ’ ’ look at the blonde headed monkey! ’ ’ why? too scared? ’ ’ hate to tell you this, buddy, but you have to wear clothes to work. ’ ’ you’re not going anywhere. ’ ’ no way! they ain’t putting me in no home. ’ ’ let’s take it outside! ’ ’ you should have gone out for football instead of track. ’ ’ where the hell do you think you’re going? ’ ’ i don’t know, i can’t take sides. ’ ’ i don’t know, man. it’s just like sometimes i have to get out. ’ ’ it’s like i’m the middle man in a tug-of-war or something between you guys. ’ ’ i’m happy working at a gas station. ’ ’ i’m dumb. it’s alright, i don’t mind. ’ ’ you’d never be happy doing something like that. ’ ’ you gotta stop yelling at him/her for every little thing he/she does, man. ’ ’ we’re all we got left now. ’ ’ if we don’t have each other, then we ain’t got nothing. ’ ’ sure… sure little buddy, we ain’t goin’ to fight anymore. ’ ’ one bawl-baby in this family’s enough. ’ ’ let’s go home, i’m cold. ’ ’ what’d you say? ’ ’ what’d you say, you little shit? what’d you say to me? ’ ’ come on, you heard me. leave her/him alone. ’ ’ here, i thought this might cool you off. ’ ’ when you learn to talk and act decent, then maybe i’ll cool off too. ’ ’ firey, huh? just the way i like them! ’ ’ i gotta cut smoking or i’ll never make track next year. ’ ’ where you gonna get the dough, li'l man? ’ ’ yeah, somebody’s sick… ’ ’ what are you doin’ walkin’ by your lonesome on the street? ’ ’ it’s none of your business, smarty. ’ ’ what do you mean, none of my business? ’ ’ smartass. he/she is a smartass kid. ’ ’ i didn’t know you had this problem with, with yelling in my face. ’ ’ what? look, now don’t get wise. ’ ’ i don’t like little kids, just don’t like ‘em. ’ ’ go a head, i’ll keep an eye on him/her. ’ ’ why didn’t you bring a coat, stupid? ’ ’ i thought new york was the only place to end up in a murder rap. ’ ’ hey baby, you wanna see what’s hangin’? ’ ’ you don’t know what a few months in jail can do to you, man. ’ ’ you get mean in jail, i just don’t wanna see that happen to you. ’ ’ it’s like the mist is what’s pretty, ya know? all gold and silver. ’ ’ too bad it can’t stay like that all the time. ’ ’ you’re never gonna get me alive! ’ ’ don’t you know a rumble ain’t a rumble without me? ’ ’ you ever pull a stunt like that again, i’ll kill you. ’ ’ if the fuzz show, you beat it out of there. ’ ’ ain’t nobody gonna call the fuzz in this neighborhood! they know better! ’ ’ you two beat it out of there, ya hear me? ’ ’ go ahead, man. i won’t look at you. ’ ’ i don’t have any money. ’ ’ go away! get out of here! ’ ’ that was a close call. ’ ’ with your brains and grades, you could get a scholarship. ’ ’ we could put you through college, ain’t that right? ’ ’ you just don’t stop living because you lose somebody. ’ ’ anytime you don’t like the way i’m running things around here, you can just get out. ’ ’ i used to talk about killing myself all the time, man. ’ ’ hell, i wouldn’t care so much if there hadn’t been so many things i haven’t done yet. ’ ’ so many damn things i ain’t seen or done. ’ ’ i don’t know, he/she just died. ’ ’ guess we’re different, huh? ’ ’ beer for breakfast there, ______? ’ ’ you smoke more than a pack today and i’ll skin you. ’ ’ you carry more than one bundle of roofing at a time. ’ ’ you’re young. you shouldn’t be smoking. it’s a hard habit to break. ’ ’ i thought we lost you like we did mom and dad. ’ ’ what do you think, man? you think it makes me look tough? ’ ’ i think it makes you look different. ’ ’ well, you got a hole in your mouth. ’ ’ i can’t wait till you’re outta here. ’ ’ get out, just get out! you’re making me sick in my stomach. ’ ’ it was your bright idea, smarty. ’ ’ you get tough like me and you don’t get hurt. ’ ’ you look out for yourself and nothing can touch you, man. ’ ’ by the looks of it i thought you were both four… ’ ’ they pushed me in the fountain and they tried to drown me. ’ ’ why don’t you just focus on girls and cars? works of me. ’ ’ nothin’ legal, man. let’s get outta here. ’ ’ you go to hell. go straight to hell. ’ ’ did they pull a blade on you? ’ ’ hey, they ain’t gonna hurt you no more. ’ ’ they used to buddy around together, play football. ’ ’ what, are you thinking about me becoming your personal bodyguard? ’ ’ i don’t think it’s too hot of an idea. ’ ’ great! my first trip to the zoo! ’ ’ i swear, we used to get along just fine until mom and dad died. ’ ’ i think i like it better when the old man’s hittin’ me. at least he knows I’m there. ’ ’ i’m sorry i got you away from this party and all but i just don’t know what to do, man. ’ ’ nah. i was just uh… i was just trying to get some sleep. ’ ’ wait a minute. let me think about this mess. get in. ’ ’ you guys are three of the bravest kids i’ve seen in a long time. ’ ’ what are you guys? professional heroes or somethin’? ’ ’ a little? you call reeling and passing out in the streets a little? ’ ’ i told you, i’m never going out with you when you’re drinking again. ’ ’ look, that doesn’t mean you can go walkin’ the streets with these bums. ’ ’ we got four more of us in the backseat. ’ ’ if… if you’re lookin’ for a fight… ’ ’ c'mon, put the knife down! c'mon! ’ ’ stop! stop it! i hate fights, alright? i hate them! ’ ’ we’ll go home with you, just give me a minute. ’ ’ are you a real redhead? are you real? ’ ’ how can i find out if this is your real red hair? ’ ’ if this is the same red hair you have on your, uh, your, your, these eyebrows. ’ ’ hey! check out their pants! ’ ’ so, you guys waitin’ for a floodin’? ’ ’ man that was one tough car. mustangs, they’re tough. ’ ’ i asked the nurse to give you this book so you could finish it. ’ ’ listen, i don’t mind dying now. ’ ’ it was worth it. it was worth saving those kids. ’ ’ keep it that way, it’s a good way to be. ’ ’ you still have a lot of time to make yourself be what you want. ’ ’ hey, look, i got me a new hat! ’ ’ some cute redhead, huh? ’ ’ get your feet off my chair and shut your trap. ’ ’ you’d better leave us alone, or i’ll call the cops. ’ ’ oh, my, my! you’ve got me scared to death. ’ ’ can you just leave us alone? be nice and leave us alone? ’ ’ can i interest you in a coca-cola, or a… ’ ’ alright, i’ll go. i know when i’m not wanted. ’ ’ no jazz before the rumble; you know the rules. ’
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SHOCK. That’s what’s filling her, overflowing her senses. What she’d just witnessed broke all the laid out rules of the universe. Scientifically, it had no explanation, and she had no way to find one. And that ate her inside, witnessing something with no reasonable way to explain what it was. She was a woman of science, and she’d felt as if someone had just grabbed all the established rules such a field laid out and threw them into a nice, cozy fire. No one would believe her, either, she’d sound crazy. She starts racking her brain for explanations, a desperate attempt to make sense of this ‘ No. ‘ She states, her voice shaking a bit. ‘ How’d you do that? There’s got to be a- Is it a machine? A trap door? SOMETHING reasonable, there HAS TO BE! ‘
“Then I’m sorry that I’ll have to tell you -------- it was MAGIC, miss.” oh, he was well aware muggles hated that word, particularly if they were searching for worldly explanations. he slowly stepped a bit closer, but stopped short when he remembered that he most likely didn’t seem like the safest individual. “M’name’s Dr. Killough, but y’can call me Shannon. It’s m’name, anyhow. What’s yours?” he leaned forward slightly, expectantly. he needn’t concern himself with erasing her memory quite yet. it was enjoyable to talk to non-magic folk, they tended to have different opinions on things. though, now, he could only hope she wouldn’t run away.
bill.
“I love you too.” And he hadn’t stopped even after the circumstances of their careers had driven them appart. Through thick and thin, was what he had promised him at one point when the two boys had been hiding out in the Prefect’s Bathroom in Hogwarts after the winter break, their first kiss. It was now more than ever that Bill missed his calm and happy days at Hogwarts. Things would never be the same ever after the war was long over.
He pressed a kiss to the Irishman’s forehead. Carefully he grabbed Shannon’s glasses and pushed them up to rest on top of his head for a moment before he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.
hearing those words spoken again made his breathing uneven. he wished they were being said in more calm circumstances, in some alternate space where the war had never come, where his father was still locked away, and the suffering the Dark Lord had brought would be wiped away. even still, he was able to lose himself in the moment.
his vision went blurry just for a moment before his glasses were lifted, brown eyes closing as he leaned just slightly into the kiss. there was part of his mind silently praying that he wasn’t just in the middle of a dream.
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“MISS --- I understand completely that y’migh’be a little bit confused,” the man paused, one palm outstretched, the other clinging tightly to what looked to be a twig, dark at the base and pale at the sharp and whiplike tip. “Tha’s an acceptable reaction t’a man -- appearin’ out o’thin air. Won’fight y’on tha’one.” as much of a diplomat as the Premier was, the skill seemed to slip entirely out of his grasp when he was faced with a woman who was looking at him with justifiable surprise. he hadn’t been back to New York since 1929, and good lord had it changed. he took his gaze off of the woman for just a moment to look at his surroundings, the length of the subway tunnel looking practically foreign, empty of people -- but perhaps that was because of the late hour. nevertheless, his brown eyes, surrounded by round gold lenses, fell back on the distressed woman.
“Would y’believe me if I told y’this was all a dream?”
fred.
HE’S SMUG, a portrait of self - confidence consistent in his demeanour ( amusement set in stone ; he almost LAUGHS at the poise his prefect counterpart’s cunning. a THESPIAN MASTERPIECE becomes his shorter companion’s image, the perfect IDEAL of his performance’s dramatis personae & THUS, their opponents succumb to their deception. don’t smile, fred. it’s not over yet. lengthy limbs cross over the breadth of his torso, a shoulder props itself against the frigidity of the anticipating wall: a brash move perfected over years of HAUGHTINESS over the use of trickery to dupe his superiors, & more importantly, to dupe his foes.
it’s when ceaseless, euphonious NOTES of explicit amusement tumble from upturned brims does fred appreciate their new - found segregation from those clad in emerald robes & take a moment to fill the hallways with his own laughter. amber tresses are pushed from his peripherals as he almost CHOKES on the expression of his amusement, a brief splutter! & he’s fine again.
❝ bloody hell, did’ya see how RED malfoy’s face got ?! that was a shade darker than our QUIDDITCH uniform !! you were bloody brilliant, mate. the perfect prefect, if you don’t mind me saying. ❞
he’d always been an outlier of the house of snakes. while he shared their cunning, their fraternity, their drive, he’d always fallen deeply for the seduction of the act of defiance. what was tradition except a refusal of the world’s insistence on constantly changing? for all he knew, he was a half-blood, a barely acceptable status for his house’s liking, and what of his attendance in a muggle school before he came to Hogwarts? utter blasphemy on their half, and yet, he found no shame in any of it. never could, never would.
“Me, the perfect prefect? Oh, thank you good sir !” he laughed out his words, taking a faux and playful bow before he stood up straight, grinning absolutely. “But, we can’t forget y’amazin’ performance, now can we? Bet on me life that deserves an Oscar ----- ehm, tha’s a muggle thing, it’s an award fo’great actors.” Shannon chuckled softly, the gold rims of his glasses glinting on the reflection from the torches on the wall. “Wha’the hell did’ya put in th’candy, Fred?”
bill.
“No.” He answers, voice confident as he does. Dark magic always changed people, showed them the darker part of themselves that may have never seen the light of day otherwise. But he was so confident in his answer, as he looked in Shannon’s eyes and still saw the same man he had known since they’d both attended Hogwarts.
“You may feel different but you’re still very much the same,” Finally he let go of their embrace only to cup Shannon’s face delicately in his hands. “You’re still the same boy from Slytherin with a heart of gold that I’ve known by entire life. If you weren’t the same you wouldn’t be here right now, somethings changed but they’re tiny and insignificant. Dark magic will always change people, but not you- you’re still the very same boy I fell in love with in my seventh year.”
there was a reason he’d come back. those nights he’d spent alone in dark houses, surrounded by faceless evils had worn on him, broken him down at every point he was asked to commit to the unforgivable curses. and yet, even after he’d first uttered the worst of those spells, he’d thought of Bill, one of the so few souls who had brought him a happiness without fear of losing it. his father’s love was contingent on his acceptance of the Dark Lord, and if there ever was any allegiance, it was fading with unimaginable speed. Shannon met Bill’s gaze, breathing nearly ceased as he listened to his words.
“I love you, Bill,” he whispered, the words coming easily from a place he’d thought he’d lost. even while he stood in front of the other man, though he could still feel the guilt and heaviness of what he’d done at his father’s orders, he could feel the pain lifting. he didn’t seek forgiveness, but knowing that even though he’d done such things, he had not been forgotten or pushed out.
Move your feet and feel it in the space between You gotta give yourself a moment, let your body be.
bill.
He loosened his hold on the other when he pulled away, but kept his arms loosely wrapped around Shannon’s waist. He leaned his forehead against Shannon’s, small smile on his face even as his mind was already rushing trying to remember the incantation he needed for the fidelius charm. He’d have to be the secret keeper, but it would work fine anyway, or at least so he thought.
Bill leaned down and pressed a small peck to the tip of Shannon’s nose. “How did you manage to get away from everyone long enough to find me, though?” He asked, curiosity finally getting the best of him.
“I told m’father I needed t’go collect more white dittany for a salve. It’s fairly difficult stuff t’find, so I’d be gone for some time.” Shannon muttered softly, reaching into his jacket to pull out some pale sprigs of dittany. “I’ve got some, anyhow -- in case...” he took a soft breath, shaking his head at the thought of going back to his father. he placed the plant back into his coat, looking up at Bill quietly for a moment. the sound of the sea in the distance was comforting, bringing him back to the moments they’d had settled in the beach by his old home.
“If m’mark burns, I’ll -- I’ll know there’s somethin’ wrong.” Shannon whispered, running his hand gently over Bill’s shoulder. “Bill,” he started, his voice getting caught in his throat for a moment. “D’you think I’ve changed? Usin’dark magic, it’s... it feels like I’m no’the same anymore.”
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bill.
“It’s okay— It’s alright. You’re here now and that’s what matters.” Back where Bill could easily keep an eye on him, where he could protect him, and most important of all— away from the rest of the death eaters. He sucked in a small breath when the other touched the scar, eyes closing for a moment. “It’s not— I am not—” Bill sighed and shook his head, gaze dropping for a moment.
“I missed you too, you big dumbass.” He leaned his forehead against Shannon’s and closed his eyes, trying to reassure himself that there was still a way for them to fix this. To keep Shannon away from the rest of the death eaters, from his real father- to maybe even go back to just what they used to be before the cursed war started and ruined everything in its path. “Please don’t leave me again.”
he wouldn’t have cared if Bill had been transformed, but it calmed the seething anger in the back of his mind for Fenrir. nevertheless, he brushed his thumb across the scar once more before slipping his fingers into Bill’s hair. he’d collected his own scar, but he kept it hidden under his clothes, and for all he was willing to tell Bill, he wanted to keep it from him -- he didn’t want Bill to see what pain he had gone through.
“I won’t,” he whispered with a weak smile on his lips as he closed his eyes in kind. as much as he wanted to make it a promise, he knew he couldn’t. he’d been raised in a house of God, and what little faith he had left was laid in the notion that God worked in mysterious ways, too often to the detriment of his creations. still, he wanted the moment between them to last. gently, he pressed a kiss to the corner of the older man’s lips, lingering before pulling away just slightly.
Bill.
He watched him quietly for a few moments, but soon he was crossing the space between them and wrapping his arms tightly around Shannon. A part of him warned him to be weary, if Travers hadn’t let his son out of his sight for so long, how was he so suddenly back. However at the end of the day this was the same man whom he had known since they were together in Hogwarts, so safety be damned, the two had been together though so much that Bill would have trusted him with his life.
“Stay.” He said quietly and held tighter to Shannon. “Nobody besides you and my family knows this cottage is even still standing. We- we can use the fidelius charm. You don’t have to go back.”
the contact was sudden. it flooded him with memories, ones before the war, before he had any need to focus on pain and anger. for a moment, a long and lingering moment, it destroyed the poisonous feeling of dark magic that had settled so effectively into his entire body. slowly, his arms came about Bill’s middle, his palms spread over the taller man’s back. for once, in so long, he felt at home again.
“I’m sorry, Bill --” he whispered, pressing his lips into the other’s shoulder. “For what I’ve done. I’m sorry.” Shannon kept his apologies quiet, like a confessional, doing the best he could to control his voice. he lifted his head to look at Bill, slowly bringing his hand up to the scar on the pale skin of his cheek. he remembered that fight, when he’d flown about the castle in the form of an owl, when he witnessed Fenrir attacking Bill just before he could reach out to stop him. his father had pulled him away that night, sent him away to search the castle. he knew now that he shared blood with his father, this man of so many confessed evils, and still -- the man in front of him meant more. “I missed you so much.”