there's strength in kindness.

( bronwyn travers. sixth year. pureblood witch. neutral. hufflepuff. younger sister of isaiah, older sister of ruben. )

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isaiahtravcrrs.

Isaiah’s disturbance at the murder of Adonis Lestrange and Mathieu Nott was purely selfish; if someone had the gall to murder two young Death Eaters, what would stop them from killing more—-and what level of proof did they need before making that decision? And what kind of retaliation could be expected—-and who would get caught in the crossfire. As always, thoughts swirled through his head faster than a Patronus, but he had to find his family first and foremost. “Have you seen Bron? Bronwyn Travers? Or maybe Ruben?” His eyes also searched for a familiar head of strawberry blonde hair, but to no avail.

               Emerging immediately from the crowd of people to the calls of her name, Bronwyn was at her brother’s side without a moment’s pause. “ Oh, Issie, THANK GOODNESS, I was worried. Are you okay?? Are you alright?? ” She asked, touching the side of his face for a brief moment, expecting for any injury.  “I’m fine, but I haven’t spotted Ru or Sterling yet. ”

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dashbardons.

With a hand pressed against his ribs, Dash sat down as his cheeks glowed red with shame and embarrassment. “Thank you…” He said quietly. What an angel, he thought. What a princess. He could feel himself increasingly getting more flustered. “Tea? Just you and me, or with our friends, or just me… and you?” Great one Dash, you fucking idiot.

               Her eyes flashed with confusion, " ...alone?? I mean, sure?? ” Bronwyn’s flicker of amusement faded into concern when his face heated up. “ Are you okay, Dash?? ” She asked, gingerly running her fingers over the welt. “You may be concussed. Come on, we’ll get that tea and get you some fresh air. ”

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dashbardons.

“Freakin’ Valeria Carrow…” 

              “ Not entirely pleasant, is she?? ” Bron ushered the student away from the fuss and into a chair. “ Dash, is it?? Would you hold still for a moment?? ” With her wand in hand, hovering over him, the brunette whispered a healing spell mostly to stop the bleeding. “ Alright, brawler. It should heal up just fine. How about a nice cup of tea in the meantime?? ”

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valeriacarrcw.

“What the  f u c k  did you just say?” Valeria snarled, moving forward and forcefully pushing the idiot who’d spoken ill of the dead into the wall. She’d never been one to care about making a scene, and Adonis had been her friend; Mathieu was Olivia’s brother, and—-Jesus—–it could’ve been Jac, or Kat, or Lloyd. Rage and fear boiled over and—-without waiting for a response—-she took a page from her brother’s book and started swinging, “Keep his name out of your fucking MOUTH, you—”

                Chest constricted to the point of shallow breath, Bronwyn resigned herself to the fact that all she could do was stand by. Too many eyes, too many mouths to whisper their witness of the Travers’ girl standing against another pureblood. UNTIL THE PUNCH WAS THROWN, and her feet had carried her, without thought, between the two. Be brave, be brave. be brave. “ Valeria, stop. Stop this now. I’m sorry for your friends, but you’re HURTING him!! ”