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“i promise, it’s just you.”
she spoke with an affirming confidence, the joust keeping her features illuminated. narcissa had been taught from the greats on the magical act of denial. if one pretends something didn’t happen, it didn’t. the ideal was beautifully constructed, in her opinion.
their lips never met; they never lingered.
humor drenched lips did dissipate though, however momentarily at his question. gut reactions contradicted the venom that once congested the air between them. of course he was fine to sit there; yet his reservation was understood.
“as if you’d listen were i to deny you,” the tease unmistakably drenched in honesty. “but i’ll allow it, nonetheless.”
“ so you’ll have me? ”
he looked elsewhere, a humorous spark visible in his brightened hues. his gaze was glued to the scenery before him, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips given his response. they hadn’t spoken much, ignoring their venomous verbal dances, but he somehow found words much easier that time around. he worried less of her reaction and more of his own amusement. it was all about comfort.
“ it really I S becoming a new day and age. ”
it was then that he turned his attention to the blonde, his smile appearing more genuine than before. he was referencing a personal goal, not one she’d understand — yet the idea was still prevalent and he found her courage to step forward a great example.
“ licorice wand? ”
The girl who smiles with cold lips as she plays with a string of pearls. Her mother gave them to her, not as an act of kindness, but as a collar. To chain her, to remind her who she belongs to. The Blacks. The bloodline, one that’s so pure.
The girl who possessed muddy thoughts one time, when Sirius was first exiled. Her favorite cousin, a chunk of her heart gnawed away. She thought she possessed the knife that cut him out, but it was only when her mother smiled with a mouthful of blood did she realize.
The girl who has never once made an independent choice. Words of superiority have always been wrapped around her, feeling like velvet until they began to tighten around her throat. The ribbon that choked her was tied into a bow. Her lie would always be beautiful.
The girl who never dares to speak up or pull away at the constriction. She’s been pampered and posed in just the right manner; moving out of place would only disrupt the entire picture. The brunette who was positioned beside her for so long dared to untie the knot. A look around shows more than one abandoned ribbon on the floor.
The girl who clings to hers even tighter now, only adjusts the noose to make it more presentable. Now more than ever, she’s expected to keep the stiff pose. Her mother’s stern voice can be heard bellowing all around; reminding her to always smile.
The girl who moves the velvet up over her eyes, fighting the sight of what lies beyond the constriction. She will see no evil, for what lies beyond the comforting truth must be nothing more than slander. Muddied blood will only taint the perfection that has been orchestrated now; far too much work has been put in at this point.
The girl who lifts the blindfold to take a peek. It’s beautiful; it terrifies her. She quickly pulls the velvet over her eyes once more. Her fingers find the string of pearls; they’re a reminder to be polite, obey and you’ll belong. She believes it to be a simple rule to live by, but it is awfully dark when her eyes are shielded so.
The boy who lifts the blindfold she’s clinging to. Her nails dig in, she protests as he removes it. He promises that there’s more beyond the surface, she just has to take the plunge. She’s not ready, she struggles with every advance he makes. He never forces her into the water, nothing more than a quick splash here and there to introduce her. He swears he only did it because she wouldn’t stop looking.
The boy who holds her hand when she dips her first toe in. She’s frightened, searching desperately for a life vest she doesn’t need yet. The water feels great, he promises her. You’ll love it more than you were ever told you would. Waves aren’t something to be afraid of; the monsters on the shore where she stood were far more frightening.
The boy who watches her take off the string of pearls and throw them aside; he witnesses her first breath of fresh air. He sees her face light up as she moves deeper into the water, the shadowed figures on shore becoming smaller. They can’t reach her anymore.
The girl who finally says screw being polite; she never liked Black velvet anyways.
—Mother, I Made Friends With a Gryffindor. ( k.s. )
“of course.” as if it was the LOGICAL answer. the tracings of a chuckle escaped as her cheeks warmed, the blonde leaning back against the tree trunk and craning her neck to the left.
as she closed the book she was engrossed in, the spine still as fresh as the day she’d purchased it, narcissa placed the novel between the sitting pair.
“why were you surprised?”
“ i wasn’t aware you could read, let alone write. ”
james let his head fall to the side, brows arched in humor as he spoke comically; truth of the matter was that they had left things in a very awkward place and, given how many people he had pissed off lately, a kind letter was the last thing he expected.
“ i figured everyone was illiterate — guess that’s just me. ”
bending his knees, he placed the palms of his hands on the grass, leaning back as he stole a glance of the girl.
“ you okay with my sitting here? ”
he had read her letter, yes, but sometimes certain things were easier said than done.
“ because i’ll leave ... i mean, i’ll be super bitter about it ... but i’ll be good. promise. ” he wore a wide smile, his gaze following her movements as he waited for a response.
lupin, remus
Remus only lifted an eyebrow in response, his long frame dwarfed by the plush armchair which he had gladly sunk into. His index finger that had been lazily tracing down the lines of text elaborating upon the intricacies of cistem aperio charms paused briefly before continuing.
“Chutzpah,” he repeated, an amused smile ghosting across his face if only for a moment. “You swallow a dictionary this morning along with your toast, James? Or do you just harbor your most colorful vocabulary for my ears?”
He raised his eyes expectantly to his friend, knowing too well that James deflected anything remotely important with sporadic interjections of humor. Not that he was going to pry – that wasn’t exactly Remus’ methodology. But something was troubling James, and he’d bet the sock full of galleons in his trunk it was more than just the scribbled quidditch timetables littering their workspace.
“ it’s a jewish term, my good man. ”
he sat tall; his body no longer limp, his shoulders no longer sagging. it was if his spirit, having been missing for a short while, had returned in full force. it felt warm. the way a nice nostalgic memory could expand feelings of comfort.
“ i’m thinkin’ of converting — the new testament is so long … i don’t wanna read it. ”
he removed the nicotine stick from his lips before allowing the smoke to gently glide into the open air. nasty habit — his mother hated it, his father joined him with his own brand. he would blame the ever popular theory: every young boy wanted to be like his dad.
“ have a look at this, will ya? ”
he slid a couple notes of parchment at the boy, his gaze remaining elsewhere as he scrutinized the words only seen by him. “ it’s my game plan. what do we think? ”
this had to do with head boy duties, rather than what truly held his interest.
black, narcissa
warmth illuminated her features as he neared. rays of light evident in hazel hues as narcissa’s gaze lingered.
he was developing a trademark for hand-delivered letters.
her gaze flicked across this letter faster than the last one; she’d started to learn the unique qualities of his penmanship. an unadulterated smile cracked forth at the joke, a light chuckle escaping as she neared the end.
“and if someone had been sitting on my left?”
“ clearly ... i’d have to follow you around all day, ” he deadpanned, pausing in reflection as he took a seat beside her. a boy could only kneel for so long, provided there was a nice bed of grass to sit upon.
“ until the left opened up, of course. ”
james had been a right git as of late. it was a vicious circle, plunging him toward the ground the more he pushed away and collapsed. he knew that now — so he smiled, for it was easier than being bitter.
“ it was a pleasant surprise. your letter. ”
fletcher, mundungus
❝ it ain’t bad– – dunno if you could fit that big ass head’a yours up there, though. ❞
he nodded mindfully to the statement, contemplation wrinkling his features as the two fell in line. dung listened intently, finding logic in james’ words. assholes ran the show because they had been told for too long that they were permitted to do as such. mundungus understood what james was getting at.
❝ we ain’t alone, though. they got the power ‘cause they got the solidarity—— or whatever. ❞ chewed fingernails scratched at the back of his head, eyes flicking down as he searched for the words that were somewhere deep down. “what’re you sayin’, that we need a mob? ❞
switch out pitchforks for wands.
“ a mob? ”
he arched his brow, a mixture of disbelief and humor passing his features as he shot fletcher a glance. the bloke was certainly american, he would give him that.
james blinked.
once.
t w i c e.
he inhaled sharply, covering up a cough with his fist before returning his hand to his pocket. a mob. the lion would have to admit that the term wasn’t as ludicrous as he originally thought. there were certainly similarities, only with a little less … disorder.
“ but that’s exactly it. solidarity. we may not be alone, but we sure as shit don’t know it. we have the same beliefs, the same morals, yet we’re stuck in some divide because we’ve been taught at an early age that rivalry breeds success. ”
“ it’s not just slytherin. i know that — but a majority of our problems are in that house. it’s one faction. ”
(( … ))
“ there are three others. ”
James Potter, Mary MacDonald, and Sirius Black, breaking several of the rules in the museum Lily dragged them all to
Taken by Remus Lupin, Winter 1977
“ y’know ... people have you wrong, moony. ”
“ you’re very fiesty — I dig your chutzpah. ”
his words were slightly mumbled as he dangled a cigarette from his lips, his brightened eyes scouring across the pages set before him. there was a lethal mixture of head boy duties, quidditch schedules, and personal work he had started with one particular blond badger.
suffice it to say, he was far too busy to remember the bad shit; for example, the fact that seeing a certain red head in the halls made his throat burn, but drowning himself in work made the bitter teenage issue that much easier to deal with.
Narcissa,
I am shocked, really. Not at your kind words or your written apology, but rather your ability to appear poised on paper. Especially when in person, you are nothing but a verbal mess. If you so choose to insult me in the near future, might I suggest writing it down for me to read first?
Now you mustn’t make this about yourself. If anyone was shown to be a fool, it was me. Ya damn attention hog.
On a more serious note, what happened between Lily and I had nothing to do with you. Others may say differently, but it was a private matter and we have dealt with it accordingly. Bloody sucked, but it was nothing I can’t bounce back from. Time heals all wounds, yada, yada, yada.
As I’m sure you’ve noticed, you are far better with a quill than I am. Words are temporary, yet ink is permanent. That being said, I appreciate your letter and regret to inform you that our “poisonous friendship” isn’t going anywhere. So long as you laugh at all my jokes when others don’t.
Now turn to your left and listen to me speak for I DO love the sound of my own voice.
That One Guy,
James Potter
his lungs expanded, the boy feeling as if he was f i n a l l y capable of breathing.
things were a disaster. he had been a bloody fool — mess after mess piling up around him as he chose to allow his gaze to linger elsewhere. if he were blind, he wouldn’t see the disasters unfolding before him. that had been a mistake.
he was putting things together, piece by piece. james had apologies to make and this, the one which pulled him toward the seated blonde, was one he hadn’t expected to be making.
kneeling beside her without so much as a word, he grinned and handed off the neatly sealed letter.
❝ all’a them orgies, and you still pick your own? ❞
tracings of a smirk itched to pull up, only half of dung’s face allowed him the pleasure. lips curled up for a tick of a second, cautious eyes lingering over the head boy. this was what he had wanted initially: someone who had ideas, a person that could lead the trail that dung wanted blazed. apprehension was still apparent though, if only for a second. only O N E of them lied for a living.
besides, he’d seen potter play poker. the guy wasn’t bluffing this time.
he offered james a nod, more to acknowledge his own curiosities than to satiate what the other boy had offered. with hands still tucked into his pockets, the puff turned to walk away.
❝ if you don’t mind, peaches, i got a crime scene to flee from. ❞
for a man on the run, his steps sure were sluggish. shoes scuffed against the marbled corridors, a curious gaze occasionally flicking to the lion in anticipation of whatever ideas potter had to offer. dung wanted change, but only one of them had ideas that went beyond a loaded fist.
not that the latter was a horrible idea.
“ mine is prettier. ”
his voice was quick and matter-of-fact; however, his lips curved upward to show off a smug grin as he felt relaxed given the response. seems he hadn’t been as stubborn as james anticipated. his lingering eye contact inhibited words as he watched him leave, the lion eventually following suit as the two grew farther and farther from where the fight took place.
the cold reality was they were late to the cause. while they could still make a difference, the ticking clock was certainly a challenge. every idea he came up with would take effort; nothing came easily and mundungus needed to be aware of that.
“ these ... people ... are slowly teaching us — out of fear — to adhere to their ideals and practices. as if their unlawful minds are correct because they seem to have more followers than we do. people are too afraid to stand up for themselves because no one is behind ‘em, backin’ ‘em up. we’re grossly o u t n u m b e r e d. ”
“ but what if we weren’t? ”
Potter,
The majority of letters have an end before they ever begin, a destination to work towards in an attempt to get their thoughts across. This is not one of those letters. Rhyme and reason have not been easy for me lately, especially when it comes to you. All I know is that your absence over these past few weeks has been noticed; take that as you will.
I have spent nights trying to find a solution that keeps the people around us happy. What transpired between you and Lily has left me with an incurable guilt. If I were more courageous, I would afford you the apology in person. You deserve that much. Quite frankly, you deserve more than the poor hand you’ve been dealt on my account, including the way I’ve treated you.
I hope my actions, before and during the bonfire, have not caused you a great deal of distress.
I did find a conclusion, though. One that satisfies my own agenda, at least. Our friendship is rather poisonous to the reputation I’ve cared to build among my family and friends. Your presence has inflicted a great amount of judgement from people that I do, in fact, hold dear to my heart. That all seemed rather unimportant, however, once I realized that I no longer care what they think.
In spite of you never being a pleasure.
Sincerely,
Narcissa.
sometimes you’ve gotta compliment yourself and just be your own hype squad
ℐ ames and ₦arcissa;; When Black meets light.
“It’s no wonder I didn’t see you earlier. You’re not worth noticing.”
“Notice this, Potter.”
a left hook had hit dung in the temple right before his own fist collided with a nose.
crimson had not hideously tainted his knuckles, the boy’s nose only bleeding after the collision. before the severity could escalate, a rough hand was shoving itself against the pair of chests that were squared in opposition, breaking up the cheap flare of rage.
it had ignited rather quickly after he heard the snake call a second year huff a mudblood.
it was a pathetic attempt at an insult, one that shouldn’t hold any power to begin with. someone like him could shrug it off; dung feared for the people who couldn’t. these innocent kids shouldn’t be put through the same shit doris was. all he’d wanted was for it all to stop.
it’s why he went to james the first time. mundungus wasn’t a guy people believed in.
with clenched fits shoved into his pockets, a hardened glare met james.
❝ it’s a fuckin’ start– – ‘less you got somethin’ better. ❞
“ i may have a few ideas. ”
his neck rolled back, head resting momentarily as he let out a resounding sigh. a f e w was downplaying it — the boy had been thinking about it nonstop. quite irritating, really. the reaction was expected and he responded in kind, allowing himself to be fully pulled in by the idea this badger happened to throw his way. james didn’t want to pretend anymore.
the bugger fuckin’ cared, damn it.
“ if you’re willin’ to forget the whole … head up the arse situation. i’d like to help. ”
a sharp brow was raised, amber hues looking upon the blond with genuine curiosity. he knew the boy to be stubborn in his convictions (much like himself, in a way), so there was a large chance that he would brush it off. act disinterested in bitter irony.
“ i’ve come back for more. ”
“Not nearly as bad as you were in third, though.”
Amos replied, smiling at the other boy. He knew James, hell everyone knew James, but he didn’t know him, know him. They only really talked when quidditch was the focus. However, like most of the school, he thought the other was a funny guy, and certainly wasn’t going to turn him away.
“How are you, Potter?”
“ i didn’t hear that, ” he said in jest, a grin appearing as he feigned innocence.
with bright eyes, he shuffled forward another step, seemingly without having realized. hands in his pockets and shirt lazily untucked, james appeared same as always — a carefully calculated mess. a playfully hypocritical image.
“ juuuuuuuuuuuuust dandy. ”
“ — grippin’ life by the balls, amos. ”
(( ... ))
“ and yourself? ”