@delirixms sent 🎵 for me to shuffle my playlist and use my favorite line of the next song as a starter ( this train don’t stop there anymore by elton john )
“ yeah, i don’t believe in miracles anymore. “ the words fell out of his lips casually, ignoring all the baggage in them. alastor stared at the little house in front of them, a small scene of normalcy if it wasn’t for their presence there and the witness holding onto her broken arm next to the front door. her boyfriend had disappeared amidst the robbery along with the thief and attacker, but she insisted with him that he must be alright. perhaps he fled. perhaps some miracle. the word had echoed in his head for the past twenty minutes, he but hadn’t had the heart to deny her such comfort. “ when i think about it, i don’t i never really did for sure. “ miracles were innocent thoughts, belonging to a more innocent time - like the current one, he kept trying to remind himself. miracles were misplaced in a war. they were no longer in one. “ we’ve got hits and trainees doing a search.“ the auror wouldn’t share such detail with other departments unless it was necessary, but diana was a friend. they’d done enough scenes together to have any formality between. “ muggle neighbours had no leads, right ? poor lad. took everything to not tell her that, realistically, he probably held onto the robber as he apparated and either splinched and is bleeding out somewhere or is dead in some corner. “ there were nicer options, he hoped, but such wishes were buried under layers of experiences that were anything but kindly miraculous.














