the butterfly effect | greta & rod
@catchingstarsx
His shoes were clicking in rhythm, the chilly air indoors running through his tidy hair. Rodolphus walked down the moving stairs trying to find a beeline from Transfiguration to the common room yet with so many obstacles ( or else called, students ) it was hard to navigate without throwing someone off the enchanted-to-move staircases ( which always seemed like the most preferred option ).
Locks of hair reminding of merciless actions and blood under flames as like materialized in front of him, and for a moment he asked himself a question -- didn’t I get rid of her -- but then he remembered. Control, Rodolphus. “Ah, miss Catchlove,” he greeted with such elegance that no one would even dare to think something had ever happened. “I certainly hope your recovery went splendidly.”


















