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                             ‘ have you checked the middle courtyard ? ’     he asks without putting his march on a halt, his cloak rolling behind him like the waves of a black sea.   those evening patrols are beginning to feel like routine   ----  almost as natural as blowing candles before going to bed.   a most dangerous phenomenon that is ;    routine often sweeps little details under the rug & that is something they cannot afford right now.    ‘ we can never be sure. ’     /  @aalchemist   ♡          bury us alive by strfkr

[warrioroflondonbelow]

( @aalchemist )

Surreal. It all felt so surreal. One day Richard was somewhere on the blood-soaked shores of France doing his best to dodge death, or worse, capture. The next he was getting off the train somewhere in England. Well, not somewhere. Richard knew exactly where he was. When the rest of his troops, or what was left of them, carried on to their families and wives, Richard did neither of those. There was somebody very important and very dear he had to see. In fact, she was the only person Richard could think of seeing at the moment. 

The pub door squeezed open. The place was bustling with its usual crowd of beer-drinkers. Was it usual? Richard couldn’t remember anymore. In all honesty, the place felt like a dream to him; a place that he had seen before, yet felt so different when he was actually there. The private felt as if he were simply drifting passed the bar’s drunken laughter and song being played on some jukebox in the back.

That’s when he saw her. She hadn’t changed a day. Richard’s heart was in his chest. His hands were shaking. He wanted to cry but no tears came out. “Hello, Elizabeth,” he greeted. A small smile may have drawn itself upon his lips, yet, unlike before, it never touched his eyes. Richard’s blue gaze was empty. “I’m sorry the letters stopped....”

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NOBODY EXPECTS THE UMBRIDGE INQUISITION

NOBODY EXPECTS THE UMBRIDGE INQUISITION

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She sighed, inviting the girl to take a seat in her office chair. Truthfully, so did she. But by this point, she knew it was useless to think about the future- it was of no help.

“And what did you think it would be like, my darling?“ she questioned while closing the door, making sure no one would listen in. She was certainly interested- after all the staff meetings- to see what a student’s opinion was.

Settling into the chair, Angelina took a deep breath. Then another. She hated this feeling: like she was fighting back tears when her eyes were dry, like her hands were shaking when they weren’t. This must be what stars felt like just before they imploded.

But she somehow kept her voice steady as she said, “I thought she would just observe us, or something. She’s an Inquisitor, right? Not a—a—a dictator. She’s disrupting the school.”

And by “the school,” she of course means Quidditch.

[warrioroflondonbelow]

( @aalchemist )

Okay, but just imagine when Richard comes back from war? Imagine him being one of the few from his troop who make it out alive. When he comes to visit Elizabeth at her bar he’s no longer going to be that wide-eyed, cheeky, innocent young private who she met a year or two ago. He’s going to come back thin and broken and riddled with guilt, and probably suffering from nightmares. Everything’s going to be so different! I’m not saying we should make a thread of this buuut..... we should definitely thread this *hides*

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   after an incident with the students, dumbledore had deemed it was a good idea for severus to supervise the third years at hogsmeade this year. his response was a vehement refusal.  out of all people, surely, the headmaster knew that he hated crowded places, loud noises and most of all, rowdy children. “ your presence will keep any student in check, ” dumbledore had said with that vexatious smile, knowing he’d acquiesce eventually.  as soon as he arrived at hogsmeade, he withdrew into the three broomsticks to catch students unawares.  but even there, he stuck out like a sore thumb, inciting hushed whispers. his eyes meeting with the alchemy professor by chance, he gave a stoic nod of greeting. ( not exactly a welcoming sight. )

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guiding yours by gripping their elbow

The rebels had taken the city. Sinuessa had fallen to their attack, though it very nearly burned to the ground in the process. The Romans that remained alive within city were ones that posed little or no threat, mostly commoners, or wives of the more powerful men who’d lost their lives trying to keep control of the city and fight back. There was division among the rebels, most of whom wanted to see all of the Romans dead, but Spartacus had ordered them kept alive, if in chains. The rebels were not Romans, and would not revel in killing or torturing those who posed no threat.

Which was how Nasir found himself tasked with transporting Roman prisoners to where they would be kept, as he could be trusted in the task, unlike some others who were growing restless for blood. “Come,” he said firmly to the woman, expression stern as he gripped her elbow tightly enough to make a point not to try anything with him. Due to his size, he was used to being underestimated by those who did not know him, and he knew not whether she had witnessed his skill in combat as he trained among the rebels. “Do as I say, and you will not be harmed absent cause.”