Simon Lockhart

Simon sat apart from everyone in the great hall, flipping through a book, trying to find something that might help Munro recover from what happened while she was captured. He was about to give up on a magical solution, and was about to start looking into any thing the muggles could come up. He slammed the book closed, getting rather frustrated. He looked up to see someone sitting across from him. “Can I help you?”

#bnwopen #reblog

the-dom-weasley

“They shouldn’t have the same rights. They’re impure,” she snapped. She knew this conversation would end soon, but she wasn’t sure if it would be because she would walk away from it or incapacitate him. “It’s people like you that allow these impurities to happen, and these impurities allow for other impurities; impure magic, birth defects, things like that. Witches and wizards are superior to muggles; we shouldn’t have to subject ourselves to that.”

#c: Munro #bnwclosed #I'M SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG!!!!

“They are not impure.” Simon snapped back. He desperately wanted this conversation to end soon, but he wanted to try and convince Dom she was wrong before it was done. “If it’s people like me that allow muggleborns to thrive in the wizarding world then sue me.” He sighed softly shaking his head. “Do you really think that by cutting ourselves off from the muggles that we won’t deal with birth defects? That’s idiotic.”

#c: Dom

Simon sat apart from everyone in the great hall, flipping through a book, trying to find something that might help Munro recover from what happened while she was captured. He was about to give up on a magical solution, and was about to start looking into any thing the muggles could come up. He slammed the book closed, getting rather frustrated. He looked up to see someone sitting across from him. “Can I help you?”

#bnwopen

Simon was finally doing much better mentally. He was eating again, his grades were up again. The only thing that could go better was the one thing he was trying to work on. Getting Munro healthy again. He was spending every free moment with her, trying anything he could think of to help her, and today was no different. He walked through the hospital wing to her bed. He sat down quietly, as she was still sleeping, and pulled out a book to read to pass the time.

its-samantha-harvey

Sam began to slowly rub his back now that he knew of her presence. “Oh, not long at all,” she assured him softly. “I mean, I stood there for a bit trying to decide what I could do to help out, and this is the only thing I could think of. Sorry I’m rubbish at consoling people.” Then she broke away from the hug for a moment to reach in her small, across-the-body purse and pull out some tissues to give him.

“It’s...It’s alright.” He managed to get out. “I’m rubbish at it too.” Simon whispered, before smiling weakly as he took the tissues from her. He wiped away some tears. “S-so how have you been?” He asked trying to get his mind off of Munro for even just the smallest amount of time.

#c: Sam

shaewarren-bnw-blog

Shae crossed her arms in front of her chest as she waited for his response. His eyes were red and tears were rolling down his cheeks. If it was anyone else, he might have found sympathy, but this was Shae. She simply watched the droplets fall from his glassy eyes, wondering what they were for. “No problem,” she shot back, slightly amused at how touchy he was. The eyebrows on her usually expressionless face shot up with surprise. “That was weeks ago. Get over yourself, mate, they’re probably long gone,” Shae stated flatly. “Nobody can do a fucking thing about it because nobody knows where the hell they went off to. Merlin knows, maybe they ran away from you.”

Simon rolled his eyes at her ‘no problem’ remark. He made a promise to himself that nothing else she would say would get to him. Of course that was before she made the comment about how long it had been and that they might have ran away from him. “Who the fuck asked you?” He nearly shouted. “Because it sure as hell wasn’t me!” He felt more tears begin welling. “I already know I never deserved Munro but what’s your reason for Lily running away from Jay?” He spat.

#c: Shae

Worth it?

Simon held her tighter, feeling her tighten up. “I’m still here Munro.” He said softly. “I’m not leaving until you say so.”

Simon pushed open the door to the hospital wing and laid her in the first open bed he found, before pouring a glass of water for her. “Drink.” He said gently, helping to tip the cup.

She happily gulped as fast as she could, quickly draining the cup in less than ten seconds. It was heavenly, her throat was begging for more. She kept trying to get more water out of the cup, despite there being none.

“Aguamenti.” Simon quickly cast into the cup, giving Munro more water. He looked around and noticed the Matron. He quickly waved him over to the two of them. “The matron is coming.” He promised.

She continued to drink, even sipping after the matron started tending to her wounds. The matron said something to Simon with the words “must”, “rest”, “shock”, “back”, and “later.”

Simon knew it would be pointless to fight the Matron on this and nodded with a small sigh. "Alright." He told the matron softly. He turned back to Munro. "You need to sleep now beautiful." He murmured. "I'll be back every chance I get." He promised, squeezing her hand gently. "I'll be back before you know it."

#c: Munro #I figured

Worth it?

Simon held her tighter, feeling her tighten up. “I’m still here Munro.” He said softly. “I’m not leaving until you say so.”

Simon pushed open the door to the hospital wing and laid her in the first open bed he found, before pouring a glass of water for her. “Drink.” He said gently, helping to tip the cup.

She happily gulped as fast as she could, quickly draining the cup in less than ten seconds. It was heavenly, her throat was begging for more. She kept trying to get more water out of the cup, despite there being none.

"Aguamenti." Simon quickly cast into the cup, giving Munro more water. He looked around and noticed the Matron. He quickly waved him over to the two of them. "The matron is coming." He promised.

Worth it?

Simon held her tighter, feeling her tighten up. "I'm still here Munro." He said softly. "I'm not leaving until you say so."

Simon pushed open the door to the hospital wing and laid her in the first open bed he found, before pouring a glass of water for her. "Drink." He said gently, helping to tip the cup.

Worth it?

The hissing became softer as she realized it was futile, she simply closed her eyes and listened to his nice words. Hearing the words “I love you” gave her the motivation to keep trying. She didn’t know exactly what was happening, but she knew she had to try to do this. The hissing returned, louder, if slightly more shaky than before. All she wanted was to say his name. Nothing else mattered. All the pain, the scars, the humiliation, the starvation, the cold, ALL of it would be worth it if she could just say his fucking name.

The hiss continued.

“You can do it Munro.” Simon whispered softly, kissing her again. He gently brushed some of her hair out of her face. He tried to think of something… Anything that might help her. He took her hand and raised it to is face. “Do you need water?” He whispered.

She continued to hiss as she looked up at him, pleadingly. She hoped he would understand that water, food, rest, everything. She needed everything. But how could she tell him that when she couldn’t even say his name? She simply looked at him, the hiss still going, praying he would understand something.

Simon nodded as if he understood. He kissed her once more before picking her up gently, trying not to hurt her. He took a moment to debate where to take her. “Blink once for the common room or twice for the hospital wing.” He finally said, slowly moving towards the castle.

Munro tried to wrap her head around what he said, but something was telling her to… blink. Blink.

Her thoughts were nothing at this point. All she had were emotions floating in her brain. Confusion, exhaustion, relief.

But in this boys arms, another feeling crept in, something she couldn’t remember feeling, ever. Safe.

Simon kept his eyes on Munro as he walked. Two blinks. Hospital wing it was. He nodded softly approaching the castle. "Almost there." He murmured, as he opened one of the doors. It was then that he regretted not taking better care of himself as he struggled to get the door open. "Stay with me Munro." He whispered.

Worth it?

The hissing became softer as she realized it was futile, she simply closed her eyes and listened to his nice words. Hearing the words “I love you” gave her the motivation to keep trying. She didn’t know exactly what was happening, but she knew she had to try to do this. The hissing returned, louder, if slightly more shaky than before. All she wanted was to say his name. Nothing else mattered. All the pain, the scars, the humiliation, the starvation, the cold, ALL of it would be worth it if she could just say his fucking name.

The hiss continued.

“You can do it Munro.” Simon whispered softly, kissing her again. He gently brushed some of her hair out of her face. He tried to think of something… Anything that might help her. He took her hand and raised it to is face. “Do you need water?” He whispered.

She continued to hiss as she looked up at him, pleadingly. She hoped he would understand that water, food, rest, everything. She needed everything. But how could she tell him that when she couldn’t even say his name? She simply looked at him, the hiss still going, praying he would understand something.

Simon nodded as if he understood. He kissed her once more before picking her up gently, trying not to hurt her. He took a moment to debate where to take her. "Blink once for the common room or twice for the hospital wing." He finally said, slowly moving towards the castle.

#c: Munro #YEA I AM

Worth it?

The hissing became softer as she realized it was futile, she simply closed her eyes and listened to his nice words. Hearing the words “I love you” gave her the motivation to keep trying. She didn’t know exactly what was happening, but she knew she had to try to do this. The hissing returned, louder, if slightly more shaky than before. All she wanted was to say his name. Nothing else mattered. All the pain, the scars, the humiliation, the starvation, the cold, ALL of it would be worth it if she could just say his fucking name.

The hiss continued.

"You can do it Munro." Simon whispered softly, kissing her again. He gently brushed some of her hair out of her face. He tried to think of something... Anything that might help her. He took her hand and raised it to is face. "Do you need water?" He whispered.

Worth it?

Her eyes opened slightly, responding to what she believed to be her name. Her mind was a ball of sludge, but she had a feeling she knew this figure. The voice… her body felt one thing besides pain in that moment. Hope.

As he held her, she tried to say what she thought was his name, but the word would not escape her lips no matter how hard she tried. All that came out was a low hiss as the first letter repeated itself over and over. She could hear him cry, and she felt like she should too, although all her tears had been used before.

Apparently, she had an endless supply, because as the hiss got more angry at her inability to speak, her tears came flowing as well.

Simon’s eyes widened as his brain registered the hissing. He nodded over and over. It wasn’t all that much but it was a ray of hope. A ray he desperately needed right now.

“It’s me Munro... It’s Simon...” He murmured, kissing her forehead. He wiped a few of her tears away gently, letting his own flow freely. “You’re home now... You’re safe again...”

He was actively ignoring the scars on her body, his mind working one thing at a time. “I love you so much Munro...”

#c: Munro #like who?

its-samantha-harvey

Sam was walking through the grounds, enjoying the warmer weather, when she saw a familiar face sit down beneath a tree and seem to collapse in on himself. She cautiously approached Simon and tried to decide how to ask him what was wrong. After a couple moments of her just shifting from foot to foot awkwardly, she just sat down beside him and hugged him; that was the best thing she could think of to do and she hoped it made him feel better. And then, mid-hug, she realised what was probably on his mind: Munro. Their mutual friend - and his girlfriend - had gone missing and it was probably driving him nuts.

Simon tensed up slightly when he felt arms wrap around him. He looked up and through his teary eyes he saw Sam next to him. He relaxed a little bit continuing to sob, thankful someone other than Jay cared enough to try and help him. He reached up and dried his eyes, though it was rather pointless as he continued to cry. “H-Hey Sam...” He managed to get out, trying to return the hug. How long have you been here?” He asked, hoping he hadn’t lost track of time that badly.

#c: Sam

Worth it?

Munro woke up.

She could barely open her eyes, it was too bright outside. Or at least she assumed she was outside, she couldn’t really remember what outside was like. Every part of her body was covered in scars, the scars forming letters, the letters forming one word; mudblood.

She couldn’t tell where she was, but all she knew was the pain, and the darkness, and the voices. Where was she now? And did they finally release her? Was she free?

If her thoughts had any coherency, they would be “Help, please, anyone.”

#c: Munro #MIKALA!!!!!!!!!#I MISSED YOU!!!#<3 <3 <3

Simon was once again making his way outside to get away from everyone. He just felt so useless unable to think of any other way to rescue Munro. He was making his way down to the lake, figuring it was early enough that no one would bother him.

He looked around a little bit before seeing a figure on the ground. I may be depressed but I’m not an asshole anymore He thought as he began to walk towards the figure. He was about to open his mouth to call out to the person when he stopped in his tracks. There was no way... “Munro?!” He shouted, tears welling as he broke into a run.

He pulled out his wand and got down beside her casting every spell he could think of, trying to bring her back to consciousness. Eventually he stopped casting and just knelt there crying, holding her gently.

shaewarren-bnw-blog

Despite all the chaos and scheming that Shae had been up to, she still had to pretend that nothing had changed. This meant her schedule remained mostly the same, including her daily walk around the grounds. It used to be in her schedule to help her calm down and escape the hustle and bustle of the castle, but now she used the time to think about the war more than anything. How she’d defeat the Death Eaters while never blowing her cover, or at least waiting until she had sufficient information from spying on them. She was nearly back to the castle when she saw a slumped figure pressed up against a tree. Curious and never one to consider others, Shae decided to get closer and see who was moping around in solitude. It was Simon Lockhart, the Ravenclaw boy who used to have as bad of a reputation as Shae herself. She crossed her arms and stood almost directly above him. “You look like shit,” Shae observed aloud, yet again not considering or caring about the impact of her words on others. “What’s your excuse? Everyone’s always got a bullshit answer.”