#murderousfury

[jamesxpctter]

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☮ = waking them up after a nightmare .

Merlin, he hated rounds.  It was always the same.  Lily would take the more interesting parts of the castle, and then he was left to explore the darker, slightly more sketchy corridors.  Granted, he often found himself drawn to those places when he was in the company of his friends.  But, alone, he’d much rather be expected to go around the Great Hall and kitchens, tell off a few Hufflepuffs for being out of bed, confiscate the snacks they took from the kitchen, and then continue on his way.

But no.  He had to give those jobs to Evans, who wouldn’t even eat the food that she took away.  Which, talk about a waste.  Damn him and the fact that he was experiencing feelings for her again.  Typically, this part of the job wasn’t even that amusing.  He’d just have to break up a few horny fifth and sixth year Slytherins, and then head off to make sure that Peeves wasn’t going to destroy anything.  And, if he wasn’t, convince him to.  Literally the worst way to spend his nights.

The sound of the moaning was enough to tell James to get ready to see something he really didn’t want to.  Despite what his friends might have thought, it wasn’t his favorite thing whenever he caught kids shagging in the corridors and had to break them up.  Especially when they were too far along and he had nothing to do but wait it out before sending them off to Slughorn.

But what he saw wasn’t what he expected.  Kneeling down next to the younger girl, James ran a hand through his hair.  Book beside her, it was obvious that there was something she had been studying before falling asleep.  Upon closer inspection, he knew it was something far darker than Hogwarts taught, so he shut it and slipped it into his bag to return to the library in the morning.  Even in the dim glow of the firelight, James could tell that her face was twisted, almost as though she was in pain.  Her breathing was coming out in gasps, punctuated by the moans he had been hearing.

“Carrow,” he muttered.  No response.  Reaching down, James shook her, careful not to let her hit her head on the stone floor.  “Carrow.”  His voice was louder the second time, and it seemed to do the trick.  Withdrawing his hand, James tried to smile at her as her eyes fluttered open.  “Don’t know how you did it, but you fell asleep out here.”  Pushing himself up into a standing position, James extended a hand to help her up.  “Come on, I’ll walk you back to your common room.”

[skeeterbeatle-blog]

Dear Ms. Skeeter, There's a nice little cafe next door to Flourish and Blott's that makes some of the best cinnamon coffee and teas in all of England. If that sounds appealing to you, Ms. Carrow and I shall meet you there. Sincerely, Osric R. Avery

My Dear Mr. Avery,

   That sounds splendid! I shall see you there.

Yours,

Rita C. Skeeter

[skeeterbeatle-blog]

Dearest Ms. Skeeter, The wonderful Ms. Carrow and I are available at any given moment. My work hours are flexible, and Ms. Carrow's schedule is open as well. How does an early lunch sound to you, around 2 in the afternoon? Sincerely, Osric R. Avery

My Dear Mr. Avery,

     An early lunch sounds splendid! Is there anywhere you could recommend we meet or would you simply like to Apparate outside of the Ministry and decide from there? Either way, I’m incredibly thrilled at the turn of events.  

Yours, 

Rita C. Skeeter

[jamesxpctter]

😈

“Carrow, Carrow, Carrow…”  His tone was condescending.  His expression could almost be described as pity.  She wasn’t much younger than he was, but the fact she seemed so convinced that she was going to fight in these battles was ridiculous.  She was a pureblood young women, and they needed to be protected to preserve the purity of the blood lines.

“Don’t you think that your…” He paused, trying to find the right words.  “Talents, I suppose,  are better directed towards something more your speed.  After all, you and I both know your grades aren’t what they should be.  And the Dark Lord doesn’t have much use for someone who failed their classes.  Now… run along, love.  Hate for you to break a nail doing something so trivial as fighting a bunch of mudbloods.”

[missanastasianott]

Blues and Greens || Annie & Alecto

Knowledge is power. One of the few sayings that caused the sorting hat to put her as a Ravenclaw instead of a Slytherin. She could even think back to that day when the Sorting Hat sat upon her head and made a low, grumbling, humming noise, debating on which house to put her into. Ana remembered experiencing a hatstall, rare and terrifying. When the hat was placed upon her head, he debated everything, taking in all that she was and asked of him.

She was supposed to be a Slytherin, all of her family was, all of her friends were. Anastasia whispered silently to herself over and over to become a Slytherin. The hat chucked quietly, “I see it, I see it. You’re cunning and swift, an eager shadow. But you’re also more intelligent than all friends that you’re with. Too intelligent to be with them all the time. What about a challenge?”

The hat sorted her into Ravenclaw after much hesitation. Something that at first she hated, but now she didn’t mind. After years of studying and pushing herself to become her best, it was all she knew anymore. To become the best.

The coffee house was usually not too busy during the late afternoon hours. The perfect time to catch up on a good book or an article Ana needed for work. Though, today she caught another smaller girl, probably still in Hogwarts, working on something. What it was she was working on, however, Annie could not tell. Something with a lot of flinging motions and... whatever she seemed to be doing?

“Hello, miss? Can I help you do that thing that you seem to be doing?” Annie asked with a cock of her head towards the younger woman attempting what she was attempting. “What are you trying to accomplish?”

@murderousfury

[cissa--malfoy]

“Sorry, fresh out of sweet forgiveness.”

“Miss Carrow, I cannot imagine a situation where I explicitly require your forgiveness for anything.”

[casually-furious-blog]

“You’ve given up the right to be believed!”

“Why? Because you found out my mother was a Muggle? That’s no reason. You never asked, so I never told. That’s not a crime!!!”

[moodilyalastor-blog]

“You have three choices: run, hide… or die.”

Moody had to bite back a dark laugh at the woman’s words.  She was a little fool. A brave little fool, he would give her that, but a fool all the same.  Alastor Moody only ran after danger, he only hid from his feelings, and he would die when he was damn well ready.  He was not ready today.  He needed to get out of here so he could make sure the rest of the Order members were all right, and then go check on Alice and Frank.  He had too much to do to play games with a Death Eater who was more bold than smart. 

“You don’t even have a choice, girl,” he said, throwing a stunning spell at her before he even finished speaking.