Super Omnia Ambitio

|| Augustus Rookwood || 7th Year |||| Head Boy || Chaser || Captain ||

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[wherewritersblockcomestodie]

““I’m happy for you,” he told her. She sighed. “Don’t tell me that.” “What? Why not?” he asked. “Because,” she said, “I don’t want you to be happy for me. I want you to say ‘forget him’ — that it’s supposed to be me and you. I want you to sweep me off my feet and take me somewhere far away so that it’s only us. I want you to say you still love me and you never stopped.” She rolled her eyes. “Screw ‘happy for you,’ I want you to fight for me. I want you to win.””

— excerpt from an unfinished book #104

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@wordsofpoison

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bxwareofthedog:

“So glad I’m only sixth year, just looking at all these cocky seventh years realising that this is end is sort of cathartic. Knowing I have another year until I even reach this level of stress.” 

“You say that now, Black,” Augustus started, turning to face Sirius with a smirk on his face, “but you haven’t the slightest idea..” He trailed off, chuckling, and shook his head. “It’s alright, though. No need to fuss over it now while you’re at peace. You can just say you’re gonna miss me, I’ll say it back, and we’ll both pretend we meant it.”

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Wandering the halls, Augustus was in his own little world as his fingers traced over the stone walls, following the path he took through the castle. “I’m sure gonna miss this place,” he muttered to himself. The sound of something, likely someone, behind him, though, brought him from his reverie. “Alright, there?”

[yourmuseco]

““Do you love her?” “Yes.” “How do you know?” “Because nothing makes sense without her.””

— The Age of Adaline // @acomplex (via acomplex)

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wordsofpoison:

She tried not to show the brief flash of amusement at his snarky comment, instead she cleared her throat. Everything inside her was telling her to just walk away. She had managed this long, who knew that maybe after a couple more months she’d be no longer hung up on him. 

But she found herself unable to move any more, but the distance between them was enough to make her feel more comfortable, although her hand instantly started to play with the cuff of her sleeve. 

“Isn’t everything already done between us? I thought I made my intentions quite clear.” she replied, voice void of much emotion. “I don’t see how we can come back from all of this, so perhaps it’s just better we get everything out and go our separate ways. School ends soon, after that we’re free to move on with our lives without being forced into this closed environment.”

“You did make your intentions clear, Skeets. You did,” he agreed, nodding. He shifted on the ground, twisting around until he was facing her properly, though he did not rise from his spot on the ground. If she didn’t want to come closer, he wasn’t going to send her running by closing the distance himself; he wasn’t a total moron. “But I never really got the chance to make mine clear,” he added. “Though, I can understand that you may not want to know my intentions. All the same, I’d like the chance to make them clear, as well. I know yours, but you don’t know mine. Not really.” He gave her an easy smile, leaning back on his hands once more, the way he’d been doing before she’d come up.

“I think we can come back from this, Skeets, and truthfully, though I know you’re right, and it would likely be easier, I don’t want to go our separate ways.” He tilted his head for a moment, taking a long look at Rita, and feeling nothing but fondness for her. “I know, I know, it sounds impossible, and crazy, I get that. You want him, I want you, how could we possibly bounce back from that? It’s easy,” he said. “I’m not going to interfere with your relationship. We’ve been best mates for a long time, Skeets, and I’m not willing to let that go. I’m not willing to let my feelings get in the way of it, either. I’m not fooling myself, I know I missed all of my chances. That’s something I have to deal with, but it doesn’t mean that we should miss out on the beautiful future we had planned out. Visits and vacations, New York City and the Ministry of Magic; we’re going to do big things, Skeets, you’re going to do big things. I still want to share that with you. I still want to share the adventures, and the stories, and the craziness. I want to have busy weeks, and read rambling letters about yours. I want to pop in for a surprise visit, and meet you in the office after a long day in a long week in a long month to cap it all off with a drink because the both of us are very busy people, and maybe your last letter sounded like you just needed a taste of home. I want to be there for all of it, Skeets, that’s my intention; to share my life with you the way we planned. At the end of every day, the only person I want to talk to about everything that happened is you. That hasn’t changed throughout all of this, and it’s not going to change just because we leave the castle and try to go our separate ways.”

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wordsofpoison:

It had been two months and twenty eight days, thirteen hours and twenty two minutes since they had argued. Not that she was counting. Since they had stopped speaking to each other, apart from that one night after the game, when she had drunkenly sought out to find him, only to walk away when things had got too much. Although she never let it show, she was hurting. Every time she saw him in the corridor or in a shared lesson, she could feel the pull towards him, wanting to be near him, next to him. 

But she was stubborn and things were back on track with Peter and she was determined to make it work. Even if it meant burying down the feelings she long fought to keep dormant. She liked Peter, he was good for her and she wanted to give it a shot, even if they only had months left. But Augustus, despite her feelings was also her best friend and the months had felt lonely without him by her side. 

She found herself trailing out to the grounds, she was on top of her workload and wanted to enjoy her free period. She had grabbed some pieces of fruit and began the walk down to the lake. She had seen Augustus head out this way, although she didn’t know what she would say or even if she wanted to see him, if she was asked, she would deny following him. It was almost pathetic, borderline stalking. She kept looking around her, trying to see a flash of brown hair and black and blue robes. There were numerous students out, enjoying the beginning of summer. Continuing on her way, she reached the lakeside and suddenly stopped in her tracks. Oh. There he was. She dropped the apple in her hand, it falling to the pebbled ground with a dull thud. Okay, she wasn’t prepared for this. 

“Bollocks.” she hissed, instantly turning on the spot to try and walk away.

@rxxkwxxd

Two months, twenty eight days, thirteen hours, twenty two minutes, and forty seven seconds  and even his cat was tired of his sulking. He’d seen Rita, of course; it was hard not to when they shared so many classes, and knew each other’s study and revision schedules, even if they weren’t studying together. And Augustus, if you asked him, which no one had bothered to, would tell you that he wasn’t sulking. Augustus would tell you that everything was fine, and there was nothing to worry about. He would lie directly to your face.

That afternoon, when even Lucifur wanted nothing to do with him, found Augustus shore-side, down by the lake, soaking up the sun and pretending that everything was the way it was supposed to be; at this juncture in the year, all he could do was try to enjoy what little time he had left at the castle. He’d said a lot, or, he’d tried to, and she’d walked away from him before he really got the opportunity to fully flesh out what it was he’d been trying to say. That had been fair, he’d decided; she was drunk, and wholly unprepared for a chat of that magnitude. Now, though, awkward as it would likely be, Augustus really just wanted the chance to patch things up before they graduated, even if it meant he had to swallow everything else down. She was happy with Peter, and he knew that, could see it for himself, and it was smarter, really, to just accept that things really were what they’d claimed all along- he and Rita were best mates, and nothing more. 

With a sigh, he shifted, leaning back on his hands as he surveyed the water, willing himself to clear his mind. It was like he’d conjured her up out of wishful thinking, though; he felt her presence before he heard her, smelt the familiar scent that was purely Rita, and for a moment, he couldn’t help himself, smirking as he replied to her soft curse with a, “Well, you know I prefer Augustus, Gus, or Rookie, but I suppose just this once I could make an exception.” He twisted slightly, removing one hand from the ground as he looked back at her over his shoulder.

“Don’t go, Skeets,” he said simply. “It’s been long enough, don’t you think? Mock if you must, but I miss you. And I think we both know that if you walk away right now, that’s us done for good. I can’t have that. I promised you forever, and I meant it. Give me one more chance to keep that promise. Please.”

[sseureki]

i don’t want to. you’re not that nice to me and you’re weird.

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@wordsofpoison

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secondheirbetterhair:

Frustrated and angry, Regulus marched to his seat and sat abruptly, his face dropping, along with his stomach, at the snap! that accompanied his quick action. “Please don’t be my wand. Or my quill…”

“Would you rather it be your pride, perhaps? Or your dignity?” Augustus asked slyly, turning to grin at Regulus. He was only teasing, and he knew that unlike some of the Blacks, Regulus could at least recognize a joke when he heard one. “Ooh, maybe you’re getting fat,” he suggested, “and you broke the seat.”

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@itsglendabxtch

[iheartcrawford]

[rxxkwxxd]

[When an undercover mission goes awry]

Augustus: How many times you gonna do this shit? Rule #32: You don't commit to a relative unless you're absolutely positive they have a pulse.

Rabastan: Rule #16: Give me an up-to-date family tree. That was your mistake. You made me look like an idiot.

Augustus: Rule #76: No excuses. Play like a champion!

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@itsglendabxtch

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"Not you, too,” he groused quietly, sighing as his book was knocked out of his hands by the cat laying on his stomach. “Why are you being so needy, today?” he asked Lucifur, paying no attention to anyone who might have been around him. “What, didn’t get enough head scratches from the girls?” he continued. He wasn’t mad at his cat, he could never be, and a little smile graced his face as his fingers toyed with the cat’s ears. “Alright then, come on. Up here.” He patted his chest, laying his book aside to give the cat his full attention.

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aprinceinpieces:

The contrary part of Severus (composing roughly 3/4th of him)  wanted to point out that Augustus was arriving on time and therefore his rambling explanation was neither required nor appreciated. The more efficient part of himself realized that it was probably too early to start an argument just for the fun of it when they were to be be stuck together. He didn’t have anything particularly against Augustus anyway, so he could reign himself in. At least a bit. 

“So ready.” He replied in a dull tone, immediately taking a step back to a distance he was more comfortable with. “Let’s get outside, so I can chain smoke while I reveal surprising truths about being more of a cat person or whatever.” 

Augustus chuckled, shaking his head. “Well, look, that’s already one thing we have in common,” he said lightly. “Now, maybe, this won’t be like growing bones.” He chuckled again, gesturing for Severus to lead on to whichever spot on the ground he would prefer. “I’m a cat person myself,” he admitted amiably. “Never thought I was, until a cat adopted me. He’ll probably pop up at some point, he doesn’t usually let me too far out of his sight.”

He walked with Severus, taking a moment to scan over the things he “knew” about Severus in his head; most of the information was secondhand and arbitrary, the opinions of other people. Augustus truthfully had never spent too much time with the Slytherin, aside from when Lily had brought him to Slug Club meetings, and, he was all too aware that the Slytherins were often unfairly awarded a poor reputation. “I’m sure you’ll be just as surprised by some of my truths,” he offered, speaking again.