for girls made of fierce spirit, relentless determination and something sharp in their smile: ailyn wilkes, anthea de la fuente and lucinda talkalot. in one world, they would be the DREAM TEAM.
“i dream nights and
girls like tigers,
claws and teeth on both.”
“look to your kingdoms—
i am coming for them all.”
— elisabeth hewer, wishing for birds
merry christmas @ailvn and @antheaxdelafuente! i hope your days are full of blessings and i know this is a day late but i just !!! got so excited by that picture i sent you guys lmao. LOVE YOU AND YOUR KIDS LONG TIME XOXOX
amycus carrow, evan rosier, lucius malfoy, marlene mckinnon, rodolphus lestrange: just kids running reckless, once. but times change, and sometimes the people you once knew best look like strangers in the light of the day.
(and yet—despite all the years apart, it’s astonishingly easy to recognise something raw in each other and feel it strike you right in the heart, your blood thrumming with the knowledge that you never got them out from under your skin. just wait: it’ll break your heart.)
hold on to me
hold on to us
hold on to me
we were giants once
merry christmas/happy hannukah @carrow-amycus, @rosiiers, @luciusmalfov, @rodolphusle-strange! this isn’t much and it’s a day late for y’all, but i love you guys!
Too many bottles of this wine we can't pronounce
Too many bowls of that green, no lucky charms
The maids come around too much
Parents ain't around enough
Super rich kids with cocky smiles.
T r a c k l i s t {Listen here}
1. Dark Times - The Weeknd (ft Ed Sheeran) 2. Far From The Tree - Bob Moses 3. Super Rich Kids - Frank Ocean 4. Billey - Swagg man 5. Boys Like You - 360 ft. Gossling 6. Things We Lost In The Fire - Bastille 7. I’m A Mess - Ed Sheeran 8. Clouds & Cream - Sticky Fingers 9. And We Danced - Macklemore
Elena rocked back and forth on her feet, glancing around at her fellow students nervously. She didn’t want to be called in for questioning. She wanted to run back into the Muggle World. Away from everything that wouldn’t leave her alone. She didn’t think she could face another interrogation in a dark room. Yet, a woman came out and stared at her.
“Elena Woodrow, if you will come this way...”
She didn’t move for a moment, taking a deep breath as if that was the last taste of oxygen she would ever get. Stepping forward, she was brought into a room and faced someone who nearly caused her to stumble backwards.
“Miss Woodrow,” the man began. “ I’m sure you will be pleased to see a familiar face.” Not in the fucking slightest. “As the one who spoke with you during Matthew’s case, I must say it’s quite surprising to see you here under these circumstances. As a Level Three you will serve two weeks of detention, to be given by the Head of Ravenclaw, you will have to write a statement and your parents will be notified.”
All Elena did was nod because she felt sick to her stomach just having to be in this kind of setting again.
The man coughed, clearing his throat as if this was going to take a while so she groaned, settling back into her seat.
“To begin the questioning, where were you when this attack occurred?”
Elena’s stomach now literally churned. She scoffed at the man and rolled her eyes. “This wasn’t a fucking attack, okay? An attack is when people are hurt on purpose. This was some piece of shit who mixed his ingredients wrong so we all have to suffer. Don’t call this an attack,” she snapped. “And for your information, I was in the ballroom just like basically everyone else.”
The man nodded and wrote something down. The quill scratching against parchment made her want to grit her teeth. “You were found to have possessed a surplus of drugs, some of them dangerous, as well as other student’s essay. Why do you have these items?”
“Hmm, let’s see,” she didn’t think once about keeping her mouth in check. Why should she? What did this piece of shit government ever do for her? “I had the drugs because I woke up, expecting to make my boyfriend breakfast but instead I held his dead body in my arms. That’s not something I can cope with without a little assistance and don’t waste your time suggesting therapy. I’m doing that too.” She looked bored as she continued on to the second part. “And I have the essays because people breed idiots who pay me money to finish their work. I’ll have you know that the names on all of those papers are fake,” she lied easily. “Client confidentiality and all that.” She wanted to see the man cave and grow frustrated. He hadn’t now and he hadn’t then.
“Is there anyone you know who you would deem suspicious or dangerous?” He simply continued with his questions and she sighed.
“Can I tell you something?” She asked in a tone that implied she would divulge a huge secret, so convincing actually, that he leaned in.”When you’ve been through an actual fucking attack, everyone seems suspicious or dangerous.”
He still wouldn’t crack. “Do you feel safe in the halls of Hogwarts, Elena?”
“Are you kidding me?! No, I don’t! I literally just told you it doesn’t feel safe. God would you like me to tell you my rates so I can do your work for you?” She’d finally done it. He finally let out a slight sigh and she grinned smugly.
“Finally, at the time of Matthew’s death you said you didn’t remember any of the faces. Has this changed at all?”
She stood up quickly, angrily. “Is that what this whole fucking thing was leading up to? Tell me, Buddy, do you think if I remembered in the slightest who was there I wouldn’t tell you immediately. I promise I’m fighting for Matthew’s justice a lot more than you are mate. So to answer, no it hasn’t.”
She was dismissed and rushed to give the Auror her parent’s address so this would be over.
“20 Galleons and it’ll be our little secret,” the man said. Elena looked at him in disgust and addressed the envelope to her parents.
“Find the people who killed my boyfriend and you’ll get your fucking 20 Galleons, how about that?”
“ Olivia tried to form a coherent sentence in her head. Her thoughts were rivers, storms she couldn’t find shelter from. Word after word crashed against the gates of her teeth. ”
Olivia’s hands shook. She clasped them in front of her as the auror led her into an empty classroom, perching herself on the edge of a desk. The woman gestured for her to take a seat. Dim light cast shadows about the room, causing an eerie sort of melodrama. Olivia sat down, careful not to take up more space than she felt she was allowed, all compact and held together. She looked up at the woman standing before her. “We’re just here to discuss some things with you, one of these being your punishment. As a Level Three you are directly in the middle of our spectrum which means you will serve two weeks of detention, run by your Head of House, and your parents will be notified. Now, let’s begin.”
Olivia cleared her throat. “Parent,” she corrected quietly. “I, uh, it’s just my dad. So, parent.” The auror gave her a look that spoke a thousand words, most of which being ‘I didn’t need to know that.’ “Sorry, um, continue, please.”
“As you know, a student was poisoned on the night of the Halloween ball. Where were you when this occurred?” the auror asked, squinting at her.
Olivia tried to form a coherent sentence in her head. Her thoughts were rivers, storms she couldn’t find shelter from. Word after word crashed against the gates of her teeth. “I was just outside in the designated area, waiting for my da-” He wasn’t your date. “For my friend to return. He was getting food, I think.”
It quickly became clear that the auror intended to finish the conversation quickly, as she gave Olivia the courtesy of a nod before moving on. “Among your possessions were enchanted lighters. Why do you have these and who supplied them to you?” she asked, her tone brisk and authoritative. Olivia’s eyes flicked to a folder on the desk, what must’ve been her name scrawled out on the front of it. It would be easy to lie, to fake her way out of it and say they were just practice objects, that she had never actually succeeded. It would be equally as easy to rat Dean out, tell the intimidating woman before her who had given her the lighters.
Olivia tucked apiece of hair behind her ear. “They’re mine. I got them over the summer when I was back home. Muggles use them to start fires, but I figure you know that,” she said, accidentally letting words spill from between her lips. She could see silver glinting from between the covers of the envelope and pointed towards them. “May I?” she asked. The auror looked hesitant before giving her a slight nod. Olivia retrieved the lighters and returned to her seat. “They, uh, these are just duds, really. But I was trying to charm them never to run out of fluid,” she explained, demonstrating and pointing. “So that you could use them around muggles but you’d never have to buy a new one. I was also toying around with a protean charm, just trying to see if I could get one to work. But, as you can see, it didn’t.” She placed the lighter back on the table.
“And are there any Dark uses for these lighters?” she asked, looking at her incredulously, as if she truly thought Olivia King was capably of any sort of destruction. Other than that of herself, of course.
“Oh, no ma’am. I’m quite advanced in charms, so I was trying to give myself a challenge,” she lied.
“Can you think of anyone who you think should be under suspicion? We did conduct thorough searches but that doesn’t mean we can get a grasp on someone personally.” The question hit her like a ton of bricks. There were many students with incriminating substances, students she was surprised hadn’t landed themselves on that list.
“No ma’am,” she lied again. Dean Alton, that son of a bitch. “None that I can think of. No one that wasn’t on the list, anyway.”
The auror seemed suspicious, but moved on. “Is there anything else you would like to share with us that may be important to the safety of other students?”
“No ma’am,” she said, feeling like a broken record. The room felt too hot and too dark and too small, as if the roof was about to cave in on her. She needed to get out of there. The lies were swallowing her whole. Flashbacks of her first few years played on loop in her mind. It felt as if her lungs had been punctured, popped and drained of all their air like little party balloons.
“You’re free to go, Miss King. Thank you for you cooperation.” The woman’s words sounded like whispers as Olivia stood, shook the woman’s hand, and walked quickly out into the hall. With high ceilings and stone lit only by a faint moon, Olivia felt as if she could breathe again. She rounded a corner, opposite the rest of the students waiting for questioning, and pressed her back against a stone wall. A few tears kissed at her cheeks, hands tugging at her hair. Her breathing was heavy and erratic, as if she’d just ran a four minute mile. She took the lighter from its spot, tucked in a pocket she’d sewn into her robe, and ran a finger over the text, pulling out her wand. She didn’t expect him to keep it on his person, but it couldn’t hurt. With a swish, she transfigured the message to read a simple you’re welcome.
Lucius was not surprised to find his father waiting outside the hall. He was standing a little way from the aurors with that certain air of dispassion which only Abraxas Malfoy could pull off whilst still being so very present in the moment . He’d notified his father to come knowing that he had his ways of finding out about such things without Lucius’ express help. Lucius also knew just how useful his father would be in getting him out of this rather sticky situation.
“Father,” Lucius allowed, his voice curt. He was expecting to see lightning in the other man’s stormy eyes, but all he saw was swirling clouds. At Lucius’ puzzled expression, Abraxas only shook his head before leaning in to hug Lucius. He would be a fool to believe that there was any sentiment behind the gesture, especially when the older Malfoy said, “Speak only when necessary, Lucius.” Lucius nodded, the faintest of movements before they went to the auror they had been assigned.
The auror cut straight to the chase as soon as they sat across from him in an empty classroom. “Mister and Mister Malfoy, we’ve discovered a pocketwatch with some sort of tracker inside it that has traces of Dark Magic in your possession, Lucius. Considering your Prefect status we were somewhat surprised but as a Level Four, you have been subjected to at least a month in detention with your Head of House who will decide if further punishment needs to be put into effect. The pocketwatch has been confiscated. You will also be submitted to questioning which will begin now.”
Lucius lost all touch with time in that moment. A pocketwatch. He had no questions as to which pocketwatch the auror was speaking of, for the one Amycus had given him currently resided in his pocket and had been there since it had been given to him. Lucius hadn’t thought much of the one which he had kicked beneath his bed, the one that his father had given to him for his birthday. Lucius wanted to throw something across the room, he wanted to scream at his father, but he also wanted to find out what exactly he’d been planted with. Kicking and screaming certainly wouldn’t help his case. It took him a few moments to realise that the auror had asked him a question. “My apologies, could you repeat that?”
“I asked where you were when the event took place.”
“I was at the ball, you may check with Adella Nott, I was with her at the time,” Lucius hesitated for a moment, glancing at his father before turning his faux confident gaze back to the auror, “There are several witnesses that can also attest to that.” While the auror was jotting everything down, Lucius allowed himself to exchange a glance with his father who still wasn’t letting anything on.
“Next, where did you get this pocket watch? Who supplied it to you and what is its purpose?”
Before Lucius could answer, his father interjected. “I gave it to him for his birthday,” he began in an offhanded way, “It’s a family heirloom. While it does have sister watches which are used for spying, the one you found in my son’s possession is only for me to be able to make sure that Lucius is doing okay. His mother worries you see.” It was a technique that Lucius himself was well rehearsed in. Maintain as much truth as possible and only change what was absolutely necessary. The auror didn’t say anything, for a few moments the only sound in the room was his quill scratching across his parchment. Lucius however was struggling to keep his breaths even. “Do you know of any illicit materials your dormmates have that we didn’t find? Cooperation will be rewarded.” Lucius felt his father’s eyes boring into the side of his head.
“No.”
“Do you see yourself as a dangerous person, by any means? Remember, cooperation will be rewarded.”
Lucius bit back a laugh at that. “Of course not, as my father said, my mother only worries that i’m not too stressed with school work on top of my prefect duties,” Lucius ground out with a small smile. A bloody spying device.
“Lastly, if there is anything else you have to say while you can, please do so now.”
Lucius shrugged, “Only that I completely understand if the watch cannot be returned to me. I’m sure my father will understand that I’ve had to let go of his gift.” Lucius returned Abraxas’ gaze. “I’m happy to carry out any punishment you see fit.” The auror finally glanced between both Lucius and his father, “It appears that this has largely been a misunderstanding,” now he only had his eyes upon Abraxas, “I’m sure we could come to some sort of negotiation. Lucius, that will be all, you may return to your dinner. Thank you for your cooperation.”
An announcement makes its way through the Great Hall.
The evening meal is only half over as Dumbledore takes the stand.
“The Aurors have returned for questioning. Can all of the students whose names were called please make their way to the exit where you will be taken in turns for questioning. The rest of you, please enjoy your dessert!”
Students stand up, some with their heads tucked down, others proud that they’d broken a rule. All lining up outside of the Great Hall.
There are several Aurors waiting to question - interrogate - the students. Punishments range from a few detentions to a file at the Ministry. If you comply you will be rewarded with a shorter interview. All incriminating answers will be kept anonymous. Some students begin looking around, wondering who would dare snitch. All parents or guardians will be contacted. they tell them.
Except there’s a single Auror, tasked with addressing and sending the letters, with a glint in his eye. He knows that for the right price, a certain letter may find its way into the nearest fireplace instead of home. 20 Galleons, he whispers to those who have finished their interrogation. 20 Galleons and no one else needs to know about this.
Things aren’t so cut and dry in the government anymore, that much is certain. Students enter the Great Hall with a variety of expressions. Some downtrodden, others relieved. A singular thought seems to go through the crowd as the sweets disappear.
What on Earth were these people hiding?
Hello players! Here is another task! For those muns who have characters who were caught during the raid, you will be receiving questions in that character’s inbox. Please answer them as your character would, using whatever style you’d like (i.e. self-para). Starters can also be posted involving punishments, as the characters will receive these as well. Minerva is very displeased with her students and therefore very happy to plot.
Many of the students will be asked if they are suspicious of any other students. Please discuss with the other mun before your character uses another character’s name if that’s something your character chooses to do!
For those who didn’t have a character who got in trouble during the raid, don’t worry, we’ve got something else up our sleeves.
Tag all entries with malumtask and malumpoints to receive House Points!
