#lilyii

[nicodemusprewett]

“ is there anything else you want to say to me? ” (definitely sarcastic)

“ anything else ? ” nicodemus echoes, his head tilting towards the side as he considers the girl in front of him. “ i don’t think so, but if i were pressed to say something, though, ” he trails off, a slow smile spreading across his face, “ i’d say something along the lines of how your family is scum to the wizarding world. and you yourself ? nothing better. how i’d hate to be one of you — ” ( liar, a voice in his head whispers. liar, liar, liar ) “ — so it’s a good thing i’m not. ” he takes a breath, the tight smile not leaving his face. “ i could continue if you’d like. otherwise, you should just go now. run home to daddy, why don’t you ? ”

[crvores]

" Shoot me."

“F-fuck.” His cold-stiffened fingers fumbled around the heavy weight of the metal in his palm, something slick rolled down his sleeve to further inhibit his already unwilling grip. They’d been out for two days, his snapped wand hung uselessly out of his back pocket where they were holed up just outside of a desolate Dundee and the heat of her fever was curling the bright red hair at her forehead. Her wand had stung at him, the second he’d tried to pick it up and she was barely coherent enough to speak. 

    “I can’t- Lily… I CAN’T.”

Scor longed to bury his fingers in his ash-darkened hair and pull, to ground himself. But the gun. The gun was in his hands. The little catch the muggles DARED to call the ‘safety’ was hooked back and he couldn’t. He couldn’t do this again, he couldn’t watch his family die by his hand again when all he ever tried to do was h e a l. A dark, twisted thing that rooted itself in the pit of his stomach months ago wailed for the fact that if he did as she asked he would be alone, that this time he wouldn’t have anyone to pull him from the wreckage like his mother had. No wand, no way to get back to the castle. This time he would die and it wouldn’t be quick, it would be slow, with only the company of his own mind till the end. Cloying, sick and ruinous, like tar. Selfish.

He raised his arm with a finger on the trigger, trembling like a leaf as though he had any right to being scared, trying to think of the last words that she would ever hear. 

         Failing.

[revcntulet]

“Save the others. Now!”

“Cleo!” He barked and dipped his grazed chin toward their friends, without hesitation her large eyes narrowed and she shot off across the ground. 

Blood wended itself weakly down his throat as he finished his incantation, the purpled edges of where Lily had been struck were not smooth, nor healed entirely but merely no longer wept the strange viscous liquid that had burned at his fingertips. “You’re going to have to adjust your casting stance, you take another curse to the side like that in the same spot and even I’ll start to have trouble finding bits of you to stick back together.” Scor was breathless already but the uncomfortable taughtness of the bond took over toward the end of his sentence had him gasping the last few words until he launched himself away from her out of his shaky crouch. Cleo caught a curse on her broad side, there wasn’t enough of her even with all her speed. All of the hairs on his arms stood on end. “Locomotor Wiggly!” One collapsed to their jelly-like knees in confusion. “Protego!” Scor bellowed. 

[healerxweasley]

❛ Too sharp. Too loud. Too reckless. I’ve heard it all. It’s a wonder I’m still alive. ❜

Posted here!

(( from this starter meme, which I will still write for if anyone is interested! ))

[marielenamacdonald]

🌹 (hermione)

15. ❝Feels like the walls are closing in on me.❞

SEND A 🌹 AND I WILL GENERATE A NUMBER FOR WHAT MY MUSE SAYS TO YOURS.

[vainemma]

🌹 (hermione)

28. ❝I’d hate to look into those eyes and see an ounce of pain.❞

SEND A 🌹 AND I WILL GENERATE A NUMBER FOR WHAT MY MUSE SAYS TO YOURS.

[redasrosiers]

🌹 (lily)

83.❝Someday you’ll find someone that you can call your own.❞ 

SEND A 🌹 AND I WILL GENERATE A NUMBER FOR WHAT MY MUSE SAYS TO YOURS.

[lucvweasley-blog]

$%✉ (from roxanne)

send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

[ sent ] lucy → roxanne: no that’s an /octopus/[ sent ] lucy → roxanne: SORRY[ sent ] lucy → roxanne: wrong number

send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

[ sent ] lucy → roxanne: so like, i was wondering.[ sent ] lucy → roxanne: if i could ask you a question?[ sent ] lucy → roxanne: but like, in person? and preferably in private?

send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.

[ unsent ] lucy → roxanne: i think my friend’s hiding something from me and i hate it bc i don’t want her to feel forced to tell me but i also wish she could trust me and i don’t know what to do[ sent ] lucy → roxanne: hey! are you going to the burrow today? i think i forgot my book over there :/