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👀 …someone my muse likes, but doesn’t trust.
Atticus. She trusted him once upon a time, but as they grew further apart, her trust has pretty much disintegrated. She still considers him her best friend, mostly because no one else has taken up the mantle, but she doesn’t really trust him a whole lot anymore.
👑 …someone my muse is jealous of.
Atticus and Amycus. It’s a jealousy that she can’t shake and a jealousy that she doesn’t understand, but it’s there and it’s strong.
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I would hurt you or use you. | You unsettle me. | I dislike you or you annoy me. | I would like to get to know you better. | I pity you. | You confuse me. | I feel indifferent towards you. | I would be friends with you. | I would fight by your side. | I would hug you or hold your hand. | I would kiss you. | I would sleep with you. | I would lie for you. | I would protect you. | I would fall in love with you. | I would kill for you | I respect you. | You are my family.| I don’t know you.
Send me ➵ and I will bold all that applies to your muse
October 29th
Dear Alecto,
I’d been hoping I would have an opportunity to speak to you in person after one of these occasions when we run into another, but with the party coming up this can’t wait any longer.
I don’t know how to say this so it doesn’t come across as bad, and maybe I’m making a fool of myself and you know of it already.
I’ll just come out and say it. What there’s been between Amycus and me, it’s become more. We are together now. I love your brother, and he loves me. And I wish you wouldn’t misunderstand it, but with how things are between us now, I know you are likely to. But it doesn’t have to change anything between us. I wish our friendship was so that it would bring us closer together.
When we were younger, I was jealous of Amycus because I wished you were my sister instead of his. Now we could be as close to it as we can ever be. I don’t expect that to happen, I know I ruined too much, and circumstances don’t even give me the chance to make it better.
So I don’t even know what I’m trying to do with this letter. I’m sorry. I’m no good with this. I’m just sorry. But I wanted you to hear it from me.
Still your friend Atticus
Alecto’s chest felt tight as she read the letter. In truth, she didn’t want to hear from Atticus right now, but she really didn’t want to hear about this. It was a good thing that she had intercepted this owl instead of her father, or else they’d all be in for a world of hell, and Atticus and Amycus, their relationship would be doomed for pain.
Of course, she wanted her brother to be happy, and there was still a part of her that wanted Atticus to be happy, but in one swift move it felt like both her brother and her very first friend were swept away from her.
It was silly, she knew. There was nothing on this earth that could separate her and her twin, but then again... Amycus had never been in love before. For as long as they had been alive, she had been Amycus’ entire world, and he was hers, but things were changing. She could feel it and it wasn’t just because of the letter clutched tightly between her fingers.
With shaking hands she dropped the balled up letter and tried to carefully pull out a fresh sheet of parchment, grabbing for her quill. Dipped in ink and poised to write, Alecto’s hand hovered of the parchment, not quite sure what she was supposed to say. I’m happy for you? Congratulations? What did one say when it felt like she was losing everything, but two people who meant everything to her were happy be cause of it?
Atticus,
Thank you for letting me know before the rumors.
Congratulations. I wish you both happiness.
Alecto.
It felt like nothing and like it was too stiff, but Alecto wasn’t sure what else she could say without alluding to her feelings of abandonment.
Oh No, You Don’t || Remus & Atticus ||December 2nd, 1979 || No Good Deed Goes Unpunished.
Remus was not sure whether if the position he’d been assigned for the ceremony was the best, at least not for him. Truly, it was an honor to be within the Minister’s closest circle of protection, but the young wizard just didn’t trust himself to be on full capacity to be charged with such an important task. But he didn’t have much of a choice. The healthier members of the Order of the Phoenix after the events of Knocktrn Alley were mostly those who ahd taken part in the bombing to begin with, since they’d known to stay away. But Dumbledore had punished them by placing them further away from the action. Which left the likes of Remus in charge of the Minister’s protection.
Even though the Healers at St. Mungo’s had told him that his ear was completely healed and that he would recover 100% of his hearing, Remus was still having certain difficulties, like the persisting beep ringing in his ear. The medwizard had assured him that in time the sound would stop too, but right now it was a constant distraction, and Remus couldn’t afford to be distracted.
Of course, the whole ceremonial situation wasn’t helping much either. The Sonorus charm for the new Minister’s speech, along with the waved of applause she received from the crowd only seemed to increase the intensity of the beep in his ear.
“Ah!” he groaned silently, head tilting to the side and pressing his finger to his ear. A guard close to him cast him a puzzled look, but Remus raised his other hand to show that he was okay, before standing straight again and trying not to grimace.
Whatever Bagnold was talking about at the moment, Remus had no idea, focused on keeping his eyes open since his ears were not working well. He though he heard the words “peace” and “safety” (words that made little sense this days) but whatever else the witch had been saying, was cut out when the uninvited guests everybody had feared would show up, eventually did so, unleashing the chaos that normally followed their arrival. Damn Death Eaters, though by now, Remus was kind of used to them showing up to this sort of event. It was stranger when they didn’t. He just wished they didn’t’ take the “evil never sleeps” thing so seriously.
Jumping into motion, Remus had one task alone, and that was protecting Bagnold. He jumped onto the stage and bolted straight towards her, yanking her be the corner of her cloak and pulling her to the ground behind the podium.
“Excuse me, madam” he muttered, just when a curse soared the air where Bagnold’s head had been moments before. Out of the corner of his eye, Remus could see the Death Eater cornering them, wand raised for a new attack. In a desperate attempt, Remus levitated the podium and launched it towards the dark wizard, hoping to at least break his concentration long enough to get the politician to safety.
He pushed the future Minister into the arms of her personal bodyguards violently “Take her somewhere safe! Now!” He didn’t wait to see what the other men did, but turned to face his foe, wand ready. The ringing in his ear seemed insignificant now, as adrenaline took over.
“Oh no, you don’t!” he snapped at the Death Eater, and fired a Stinging Jinx straight at the bloke’s face.
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We’re All Mad Here //Loki (Atticus) & The Mad Hatter (Marley) //Monsters or Madness? //Oct. 30th, 1979.
//Location: Ministry of Magic Atrium//
The tea was stronger than tea was supposed to be, but then, no one had ever mentioned that tea was intended to have a certain strength in order to be proper tea. And truly this tea was indeed wonderfully proper in Hatter’s most humble and magnificent opinion.
Magnificent. Another word that started with “M”. Hatter added it to her mental list to investigate it later.
Speaking of letter “M”, what a wonderful display of “muchness” this curious gathering offered. All these splendid people wearing elaborated gowns and funny looking robes. Many of them had the most remarkable hats resting on top of their heads. Those were the ones Hatter liked the most.
She paced cautiously between the guests, taking constant sips from her cup of tea. It was having a most notorious effect on her person. At times she felt like the world was spinning violently, and yet everything seemed to be extraordinary calm.
“Curiouser and curiouser. I wonder what sort of potion they’ve poured on my tea” she exclaimed out loud to herself, taking another sip and tasting the drops that lingered on her cherry lips. Mhhm…Nope, not shrinking potion. Perhaps…no, it lacked the excessively sweet note of the growing potion too. Though it did give her the feeling that her head was getting larger. Wich couldn’t be too bad. Big heads meant even bigger hats.
Bloody Red! But certainly no hat as splendid as the one that she spotted at the other side of the room, glimmering in royal golden light under the magical lanterns.
Hatter launched foward, dancing her way through the crowd. It would’ve been much easier to fly over their heads with her hat, but of course, with no one to toss it in the air for her to ride, and no shrinking potion either, that mean of transportation was not in her cards.
Cards! Ha! The Queen of Hearts would’ve had Hatter’s head of for that comment. Ah, if only Hatter had a head in first place.
She reached the muchful individual with the extraordinary hat. Oh, what a mesmerizing eye-sight.
“Oh, another M word…keep it, keep it!”
The hat encircled almost the entire of its owner’s head, more like a helmet, actually. It seemed to be made of pure gold, thought it looked a lot harder than gold at the same time. The design itself wouldn’t have been much remarkable hadn’t it been for the pair of breath-taking horns that sprouted from the top, elegantly curving backwards and ending in a sharp, dangerous looking point.
More than a hat, this was a helmet. More than a helmet, this was a crown. And a crown like Hatter had never seen before, and she’d had her fair share of crowns (all the Queens and Queen-abes of Wonderland wanted Hatter to design their crowns). Oh, but none would ever be worthy of such splendid work of art as the one that ruled that regal head before her. Not even the White Queen, with her tiny, pretty head, would ever be good enough for such spectacular golden horns.
“Well met, not so old friend” she chipped breathlessly at the horned man “By Absolem’s smoke, if your hat is not the very definition of how a raven is like a desk, then indeed that riddle has no solution. Such muchness I have never seen before in my nineteen years, eleven months, three days, twenty hours, forty-five minutes and seven…eight…nine…” she trailed off, watching the giant clock on the wall behind the horned creature’s head.
[There comes an owl bearing a short letter, which is sweetened with a stinging hex.]
Hag Hookum,
guess what? I have a boyfriend.
So much for saying I’d never find anyone.
Atticus
I don’t believe you. No one would ever have such poor taste as to date you.
Daisy
PS There’s no stinging hex on this letter. Because unlike some people I am not a third year. Grow up!
