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[wecsleys-a]

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      “ if you’ve come over to yell at me, i didn’t do it. – but if you’re here to praise me for being the most amazing person ever, then i take full responsibility. you’re welcome. ”

[aciiers]

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       𝑖𝑡  𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑠   𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑦   𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ  𝑡𝑜      ignore  alecto’s  very   presence ,    but  sirius  knows  there’s  more  than  mere   subconscious  effort   there   —   one  that’s  destined  not  to   last .     by  the  time  he  finds  himself  crossing  paths  again    (   in  the  damn  library ,    of  course   —   and  here  he  was  trying  to  find   sanctuary  ) ,    his  ability  to  run   strips  from  his  fingers  the  second  he’s  already  seated  when  he  meets  her  eyes .    sirius  tenses  in  the  slightest  before  his  body   gives  in   with  a  sigh . this   shouldn’t  be  a  problem   —   he  has  all  the  reason  to  be  in  the  position  that  he  is ,    and  he’s  hiding  like  a   pup   knowing  it  made  a    mistake .    but  he   didn’t ,    he’s  told  himself  as  much  too  many  times  to  not  believe  it  at  this  point .    with  the  absolute  last  bit  of  energy  he  could  muster ,     he  simply  accepts  his  position  by  nudging  out  a  :        ❛     hey .    ❜

[dolohovi]

@furics​

things have been awfully peaceful lately -- antonin couldn’t stand it. he’d spend the summer at the diggory’s. he had a father figure in his life for the first time ever. he had a friend who truly believed in him, who wanted the best for him. antonin didn’t feel comfortable with any of it. it was only a matter of time before he fucked everything up; he didn’t want to carry the burden of people putting their hopes in him. alice crouch was the last person who did that and how did it end up? alecto carrow was the only person who embraced the real antonin, with all his flaws and messed up thoughts. she was just as much of a mess as he was and the dolohov found comfort in the chaos they created. he hadn’t seen her for a while now, only having caught glances of her and sirius black. there were whispers and although he didn’t pay them much attention, antonin started wondering what the consequences of alecto switching sides would be. he got his mark with her and mulciber by his side, how fucked up would it be if she fought for the opposite side? alecto dying by his hands or him dying by hers would be strangely romantic, antonin thought; but perhaps fighting by her side more so. he stood on a boulder by the edge of the lake -- their place. the last time antonin showed up there, alecto didn’t. he didn’t mention it ever again and kept himself from going there, but tonight, something urged him to do so. he lit himself a cigarette, then another. what a stupid idea, the slytherin thought as he took out a flask from his robes and brought it to his lips. but soon enough he heard footsteps behind him and turned around, putting up his usual arrogant smirk as he saw the carrow approaching. “well, hello stranger. you look like someone i used to know.”

[jjirachii]

hearts & hollows

another day, another funeral. aslan was sure he’d been to too many at this point but this one stung. amycus carrow had been a good friend many years ago, and aslan felt he hadn’t been there for him in recent years. aslan had walked away from his old life, twice now, without enough thought into the people he was also leaving behind. he hadn’t been saying hello to anyone so far, but he service had just ended and people were beginning to mill about. 

aslan swiped at his eyes, which he figured were a bit red, because he wore his heart on his sleeve and for some reason people took him less seriously because of it. but he was just as competent as his colleagues, more so usually, despite his watery eyes. all of the funerals brought up a lot of regret and shame, but if he could just leave without being bothered by anyone ---- and that was when he saw her, alecto carrow. he’d had a major crush on her but that felt like it was a million years ago. he couldn’t leave without speaking to her, at the very least so he pulled himself together and walked up to the line of people waiting to give their condolences. 

when it was his turn he was almost sure she wouldn’t recognize him. “alecto, i’m --- so sorry for your loss.” it felt hollow to say but what else was there to say in that moment?

@furics​

[acvrrcw]

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      the day had come again, but this time it wasn’t as long awaited as the last was. instead, the day served as a reminder that every day after would always be the same. he knew his parents would make a bigger deal of it than he thought they should, especially since he was the heir and this meant he was one step closer to taking over everything carrow — but amycus didn’t care, nor was he was focused on any of it. as he let himself into the seventh year slytherin girls dormitory with a hand holding a box behind his torso, amycus came to the one person he did care about on this day. “ happy birthday, allie. ”

[aciiers]

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    ℎ𝑒  𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑡𝑠  ℎ𝑒𝑟  𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔  𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛        past  the  stairs ,    quirking  up  a   silly   grin  as  he  skips  over  to  wrap  his  arms  around  her   waist   from  the  back ,    hoping  for  a little   scare   before  he’s  muttering  over  her  hair  in  greeting :       ❛    if  it  isn’t  the  goddess  in   flesh   herself ,     ❜    sirius  lets  his  arm  curl  over  alecto’s  shoulders  as  he  comes  around  her ,   head  nudging  over  to  the  pitch .      ❛    are  you  headed  for  the  game ?    ❜

[aciiers]

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      𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒  𝑟𝑎𝑦𝑠  𝑜𝑓  𝑑𝑢𝑠𝑘   𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑒         the  lake’s  horizon  when  he  reaches  it .    it’s   late   enough  that  he  isn’t  holding  out   too  much   hope  that  she’s  there  —  in  fact ,   it’s  been  some  time ,   with  so  much  to  have   changed ;    maybe  the  habit’s  died  as  well   —    but  merlin ,    does  he  hope   enough   that  a  warm  tightening  comes  over  him  when  he  recognises  exactly  how  the  form  he  sees  sitting  there   holds   herself   —   in  the  slow  movements  of  her  heightened  posture  and  rather   unwelcoming   aura .    he  smiles .       ❛   a  bit   nippy   to  be  staying  out   here ,    isn’t  it  ?    ❜       he  asks  just  as  he  comes  around  the  tree ,    looking  down  to  where  alecto  sits .

[frcnklcngbottom]

“you look like you need one --” holding out his bag of acid pops, her face was already scrunched up in a way that made him wonder if she was holding back a smile or she just loved a good old poker face, “it’s nice to see you with your clothes on --” he joked, a snarky one to be exact, but she had nearly churned the gossip mill -- that had been the last thing he needed, “are you enjoying your trip to hogsmeade? or does theatrics have you down as well? 

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