#accio beth

[lawfrisk]

After hearing everything from Bellamy, after everyone in the castle properly listened and cared for Bellamy - Aerwynna brewed her a strengthening potion without him even asking - Lawrence silently separated himself from the small crowd around the new found girl, to think. ‘’What do we do with you, Charlie? What do we do with you?’’ he muttered, genuinely conflicted to the point where he didn’t even notice someone else passing by.

@maytelesslucille​ @boo-its-radley​

[alkimean]

After the evening before, everything felt odd around people who didn’t know the whole story. He felt guilty in general despite not feeling guilty about it. As if everyone else knew and blamed him for not speaking the truth. Unable to as much as imagine feeling that way around Astrid, he didn’t think before opening his mouth, early in the morning, as soon as she woke up, thirty minutes after him. It was his fault for sleeping less than usual. ‘’I did that. What you’re going to investigate.’’ Without thinking of consequences, of what she’d have to do if she learned of it, he simply had to let the information out. He didn’t like secrets.

@mccallofthemoon​

[domitrova]

‘‘We didn’t do that, did we? It’s a stupid move. What the hell is going on with these people? Do you think it’s the Mayte thing?’‘

@the-dark-marks​

[neither-norah-blog]

“Open up!” Norah banged hard on the front door, in her most imposing voice. But she was laughing to herself. She’d guessed when Noah hadn’t been ready for their planned brunch that he was probably feeling a little worse for wear in the morning, and having waited another 20 minutes, she now felt justified in waking him up. “Or I swear to God Noah I will break down the door.” The louder the better.

@not-the-sharpe-est-tool

[betternott]

Closed starter

“I am turning twenty in a few weeks and I am not even engaged yet. This is a disaster!”

[hal-lelujahlongbottom]

Sorry [Backdated]

Hal scrunched up his face as he rung the doorbell. There was a very good chance after his behaviour last night he was going to get hit by a hex as soon as the door opened - and that was only if Roxie was even at home after all, equally likely he’d get find himself faced by a judgemental boyfriend. Hal was definitely more scared of the first prospect though. He chewed on his lip as he waited for an answer, unable to stand still in his nervousness. Even by the time he’d got home the guilt had began to nag at him, and even when he woke up and managed to get rid of the hang-over, there was still a nasty taste in his mouth when he thought about how he’d behaved the night before. With his free hand, he rubbed the back of his head, half-dreading that he was going to face aother yelling at, one he was fairly sure he deserved, as footsteps approached the door.

@firebrand-roxanne

[nottexactly]

‘‘So,’‘ Colin spoke nonchalantly during breakfast, with a glass of orange juice in his left hand and today’s paper in the right. ‘‘... is this the part where we break up?’‘ he then asked lightly, though his eyes were hinting at a deeper emotion underneath the attempt to turn it less serious despite context. Sighing shortly, he folded his newspaper and threw it on the table. ‘‘I don’t even read this nonsense,’‘ he muttered, mainly to himself, in a funny manner.

@firebrand-roxanne

[lycanthro-parry]

The Morning After

Rhys swayed on his feet before he dropped to one knee on the floor of his Edinburgh house. Panting for breath, he blinked furiously, trying to blink away the sparks of light dancing in his eyes. The apparition had taken more out of him than he could imagine. Every muscle was on fire. The hangover of the transformation was never easy, but there was something even wilder about his appearance now. Hair standing on end, leaves and twigs still tangled in it, he reached out to the dresser, pulling himself to his feet. Dirt covered his hands, bedded under the nails, with streaks of it across his face. 

Gingerly, he made his way to the kitchen. His hands shook clumsily as he reached for a bottle of vitamix potion, drinking it thirstily. Almost instantaneously some of the worst of the exhaustion lifted from his shoulders. Sighing gratefully, Rhys crossed to the sink, now desperate for water. Within a few minutes, the pain was manageable, but it was still with trepidation that he made his way into his study. Char scurried in his tank, greeting his owner and watching with curiosity as Rhys reclaimed his wand from behind some of the books on the shelf. 

“Expecto Patronum,” he spoke, voice hoarse. A great silvery mass swirled in front of him, the exhilaration running through his bones making it easy. He spoke to it, telling the patronus the message it was to carry.

“Roxie. Need to talk, ASAP. I have information, it could be important.”

The silver beast disappeared. Swaying again as the bright light threatened to blond him again, Rhys collapsed into the armchair at his desk. In a second, yes, in a second he would take up parchment and quill, and record everything he had seen.