#melancolialunar

[pinkbitch23]

20 de mayo de 2026

El día de hoy me siento rara y cuando hablo de rara me refiero a que me siento desorientada, confundida, un poco lastimada, ansiosa, rota!

Las palabras son como un arma, que al dispararlas no puedes volver atrás y curar la herida cuesta, conlleva tiempo y días!

Callar muchas veces es una buena opción,

Callar dice mucho y aveces dice todo!!!

Callar también podemos decir que es amar!

[pinkbitch23]

Si no me mantengo ocupada, me vuelvo la persona más melancólica del mundo, podría quizás hasta decir con esa aptitud que no quisiera ni siquiera vivir....

[lxceandlovegood]

nightlight

WHEN. june 25, 1984, early afternoon 

WHERE. prewett estate 

WHO. @melancolialunar

Xenophilius had slept like a rock troll the moment their aching body touched their bed. The debrief had gone long and the half-healing Xeno had gotten meant that most of their aches and pains were gone but not all. Getting out of bed after Pandora had left that morning was difficult; they’d needed to accio their cane to the bedside, and they hated when they had to do that. 

Thankfully, after a pain potion and some food, the cane was stored back away before heading off to headquarters again. Probably, Xenophilius should go to the Quibbler office, but they were due for a break, even if they couldn’t stay cooped up in their house the whole day. They made their own schedule, and they could take a day or two off to help and to rest if necessary. 

They’d intended to do just that when a familiar, tired looking figure cut in front of them in one of the many labyrinthine halls of Prewett Estate. Xeno skids to a halt, brow furrowing as their head cocks to the side, and they shake their head, grabbing for a hand or an elbow. 

“Shouldn’t you be sleeping? You just came off an infirmary shift.” 

[wrongdeor]

@melancolialunar​

June 24th, 1984. Prewett Estate.

Severus stepped away from the meeting room where Prewett introduced the new changes to the rest of the team and went over the plan again, this time with Severus’ addition in mind. Severus had watched their stalwart and fearless leader with a skeptical eye. Doubtful, but not willing to voice his doubts only hours before they were meant to head out into the field. 

Gideon Prewett had a good track record as Team Lead, but that was before. And people didn’t always recover enough to retain their sensibilities in battle. But as Jones and Moody insisted, they could only know once he was out on the field. And he did agree to lead them, after all. That was a good sign. Severus would still keep an eye out, ready to pick up the slack as it happens, but he won’t object.

At least there was someone on their team that could carry their own weight. The thought, like a summons, brought Lupin to his line of sight, and Severus approached the werewolf with a nod. 

‘ Lupin, ’ he called, gesturing towards the amulet in the other’s hand. ‘ You’ve got something for me? ’