#macksmusings

[britawrites]

❝ how do i stop growing up? this isn’t fun anymore. ❞

“It doesn’t look fun,” Hannah retorted as she dabbed a wet cloth at a cut on Neville’s cheek. Her patching him up was becoming a far too common occurrence as his leadership role in the DA caught him increasingly violent punishments from the Carrows. “But you said it yourself, this isn’t something we’re doing for fun.” She took a bit of the salve she’d mixed up to tend to his wounds and started dabbing it on his face. “You’ve grown up into someone that is making their parents very proud,” she told him, putting a finger to his mouth before he could protest. “Nope, don’t say anything. I’m trying to fix your busted lip.”

[bcbecitas]

# (randomize it)

LEARN ABOUT MY MUSE

14. do they stay up too late? do they like staying up?

she stays up late waiting for lex most nights but she doesn’t particularly like it much, she just doesn’t like sleeping alone more so she’d rather just wait 

[britawrites]

“A good friend will always stab you in the front.” (for rpatz and cedric.. Just kidding for anyone)

Viktor had to admit Fleur had a point and after considering her for a few more moments, he had to concede. “You are right. Ve need to vork together to prevent a Hog-varts victory.” It had already been vocalized to death how unfair it was that Hogwarts was allowed two champions—one of them being the sole survivor of the killing curse—so if the Beauxbatons and Durmstrang champions wanted to stand a chance they needed to train with each other ahead of the third task. They were both currently in third and fourth place, which put them at a disadvantage, but he was certain that by sharing knowledge from their respective schools they could gain an edge in the maze. “Once the task starts, the alliance is no more,” he warned, but given Fleur’s reaction it was obvious she was already thinking the same thing. 

“A good friend will always stab you in the front,” the blonde replied.

[britawrites]

“I grew up, you probably should too.”

“I’m... trying,” Hannah grumbled, annoyed and feeling patronized by her friend. If she wasn’t nearing the end of a double shift at the Leaky Cauldron she might have given Neville some grace and seen his advice as coming from a good place, rather than getting irritated by what felt like another person criticizing her life choices. “Not all of us are regarded as war heroes.”

Four years later and she hadn’t processed all the trauma they had gone through in that penultimate year, let alone her mother’s murder the year prior. Hannah had dreamt of becoming a healer and working at St. Mungo’s but her life hadn’t taken that path. She’d taken the entrance exams right after graduation and her scores were too low to be accepted into the program. Afterwards she’d told herself and all her friends she took the job at the Leaky for money while she studied to retake the exams, but here she was all those years later, serving still firewhiskey and not progressing towards that goal. “My shift isn’t over yet, I need to get back. Here’s your butterbeer,” she told Neville as she slammed it down on the table hard enough for a good third to slosh over the sides. 

[britawrites]

“The mystery of love is greater than the mystery of death.”

The more Viktor got to know Cho the more he saw how the tragic and sudden loss of her first love had shaped her life. She had come so far in her professional life but he could sense that same hollowness inside he that he felt as well. Years of being in the public eye as an introvert made Viktor keep to himself. Having Niko was a miracle because that unconditional love brought him out of his shell.

He’d purposefully moved slowly with their romantic relationship for both his son’s and Cho’s benefit, so she would feel comfortable. It had been several long weeks that had turned into months but he was enjoying it. They were having a lazy Sunday morning, the two of them lounging on his porch while Niko was at the other end of the deck using the telescope to fill out a star chart. Her words weren’t completely out of left field and gave Viktor some hope that she was moving in the same direction he was. “It is,” he concurred, his hand moving over to take hold of hers.

[britawrites]

All the memes I just sent are from Cedric to Edward Cullen.

[britawrites]

“I’ve never seen a tantrum quite like it.

“You’re telling me,” Viktor mumbled in response, entirely at a loss for how to respond to Niko’s outburst. His son was always so reserved—preferring logos to ethos—but he was still a child so he should have expected to encounter something like this. This must be payback for all those years he hadn’t been there like he should have, focusing instead on his quidditch career and leaving the parenting to Krasimira. “Maybe ve hide out in here until he tires himself out,” he suggested hopefully, scooting down even further in the bed. “He has to run out of energy eventually...right?”

[britawrites]

“Why are you already thinking about Halloween costumes for —? It’s only August!”

“Proper preparation prevents poor performance,” Bill explained, not looking up from his notebook where he was currently brainstorming ideas.

They wouldn’t have many years together as a family for Halloween before the kids started going off to Hogwarts. Vic was already seven and he could feel the clock ticking.

“It’ll be cute, I promise. Mum even offered to help with the costumes.” Perhaps that wasn’t the best way to convince Fleur this idea was a good one. “At first I was thinking we could do the Warlock’s Hairy Heart, but now I’m thinking it might be too gory for a family costume.” Dressing baby Louis up as a bleeding, hairy heart had somehow seemed good to Bill in concept, but on second thought it probably wasn’t the best direction. “Now I’m thinking the Tale of Three Brothers. Vic wants to be the cloak of invisibility, Dom called the elder wand, and Louis could be the resurrection stone. What do you think about being Death? Unless you’d rather be the mortal and I be Death.”