#march 79

[dawnwitheyy]

Dawn slapped his hand lightly with the end of her spatula. “No touching.”

@notbenjyfenwick​

[jamespooper]

It was the end of breakfast in the great hall, and James had already been up for hours. Already an early riser, paired with excitement and the slightest tangle of nerves had him bouncing around the castle. Entering the hall, he headed straight for the Ravenclaw table, slipping in next to a familiar brunette. “Hello Dorcas.”

@dorcasisntdeadyet​

[darcydearborn]

“I’d recognise that big fucking head anywhere.”

@dickdowndearborn​

[percivalrobards]

It wasn’t the moment with Ellie that was making Percy feel so on edge, as he made his way up to the castle. It was the realisation he had had about Alecto, and an overwhelming need to see her. He was drawn to the greenhouses, despite classes being well over. They were all dark, except one, and as Percy pushed the door open, the all so familiar figure of the witch he was looking for settled his unease. He was across to her in a few large steps, and had barely muttered a hello before pulling her to him.

@c-alecto​

[bertiehiggz]

“Think you can teach me how to surf in three days?”

@clementinerobards​

[franklongbooty]

A night of studying had soon turned into a night of not studying, and now Frank was blinking the sleep out of his eyes, the sun shining through a crack in carelessly shut curtains. It took a moment to register the weight on his chest and what it was, who it was, but another blink and the dark hair was easily tied to Alice, her head resting on his chest, their legs entwined in a tangle of sheets. It was nice, he thought, to be waking up with her there. As he took her in, Bas’ words flickered to the for-front of his mind. Don’t fuck it up. There was no way he would, or could, he felt. Things right now were good, the way they were felt solid. Different, but it still felt like them. 

At some point of being caught up in this thoughts, his hand had moved to the top of Alice’s back, fingers lightly running patterns across her bare skin. A small smile crossed his face as her eyes flickered open. “Morning,” he spoke up, voice soft. 

@shafiqalice​

[rosalindselwyn]

Saturday 14th March 1979; sometime after midnight Rosalind’s Hens Night @jenniferburke

Narcissa had certainly outdone herself. The party was everything that Rosalind could have asked for, and was quite like what she would’ve chosen if she’d been the one planning. She might not have booked the gentlemen who were tending to their needs, but she had to admit it was a nice touch. Despite it all, as her guests were drinking more champagne and getting more into the spirit of things, Rosalind found herself wanting to seek out privacy.

That’s what found her in one of the manors many rooms, sitting by the open window, the cool air hitting her face. Smoke curled up from the joint Gilbert had gifted her before she left for the weekend. She’d only taken one drag, but holding it occupied her hands. It had hit her, as she had been talking to Prija, that she only had four weeks left until she would be married. Until she was someone’s wife - Rosalind Selwyn. Her mind was stuck on this thought when someone else entered the room. She didn’t bother to look up and see who it was. 

[ollie-roy]

breath in, breath out | ollie & seren

@serenatit

Quarta-feira, 17h37. Oliver estava separando algumas fotos que tinha tirado para sua pauta da semana, mas sua mente estava há quilômetros de distância do Daily Prophet. Estava em Hogsmeade, mais especificamente na loja de música que passara a visitar com bastante frequência no último mês. O fotógrafo mal prestava atenção nas fotos que estavam dispostas na mesa; Olhava para o relógio, ansioso pelo fim do expediente. Não via Bart desde domingo e, por mais que soubesse que era saudável para ambos passarem algum tempo sozinhos, não conseguia evitar a vontade de vê-lo, mesmo que apenas por alguns minutos. Desde o último encontro dos dois, Ollie sentia uma crescente necessidade de estar ao lado do mais velho. Não sabia que era um sentimento recíproco, mas tampouco se importava. A questão é que Bartolomé era tudo o que ele conseguia pensar; Quando estava com ele, mal conseguia respirar, mas quando estava distante, tudo o que queria era estar com ele novamente. Por isso, assim que o relógio apontou a hora de ir embora, Oliver correu para arrumar suas coisas e aparatar em Hogsmeade. Enquanto caminhava para a loja, pensava em talvez cozinhar algo para o homem, para retribuir o que ele tinha feito da última vez, mas foi pego de surpresa pela loja fechada. Normalmente Bart fechava a loja um pouco mais tarde, mas Ollie pensou que talvez ele estivesse organizando o estoque ou algo do tipo.

Bateu na porta da frente durante alguns minutos, recusando-se a acreditar que tinha ido ali para nada. Talvez ele estivesse em casa, mas ao buscar o apartamento do músico na lateral da loja, não viu nenhum sinal disso. As luzes estavam apagadas, as janelas e cortinas fechadas. Tudo bem... Ele tinha saído. Mas para onde? Teria ele ido encontrar outro homem? Afinal, eles não tinham um relacionamento bem definido e não tinham falado sobre exclusividade. A ideia de Bart com outra pessoa que não ele fez sua respiração falhar. Talvez ele tivesse ido encontrar um amigo, apenas isso. Oliver tinha amigos, Bart provavelmente também, mesmo que nunca tivesse falado sobre eles durante o tempo que passaram juntos. "You're freaking out for no reason". Ele lembrou a si mesmo de que tinha prometido levar as coisas com mais leveza. Respirou fundo algumas vezes, decidindo se deixava um bilhete ou algo do tipo antes de ir para casa, mas foi interrompido por uma mão gentil em seu ombro. Ollie se assustou com a presença desconhecida e virou-se rapidamente, apenas para ver uma mulher ruiva de feições amigáveis olhando para ele. A visão lhe tranquilizou um pouco; Ela não parecia querer lhe fazer mal.