#nofable.

[lahbonairss]

@nofable​​   ♡’d.

                    “  i  will  not  give  up,  i  will  not  give  in.  ”

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. * ✧ ❤ — @nofable​ said:  ❛ well, i guess that’s broken. ❜ — lavender brown

❛   funnily enough,   i’d worked that out myself,   thanks.   ❜   harry speaks scathingly,   doing his best to restrain the annoyance that twitches within him at such an obvious observation.   he stares down at the once bubbling cauldron,   now shattered to bits beneath his touch,   potion spilled out across the table.   how was he meant to know the potion would burn through the cauldron ?!   it wasn’t as if he’d ever really fancied potions   (   his mind wanders to a certain professor that had perhaps drained the excitement from it   ),   and even if he had,   he hadn’t read anywhere of this occurring.

his lips purse as he looks over to lavender’s own cauldron,   bubbling happily beside his own,   since when had she gotten so good at brewing  ?  maybe someone had it out for him,   knew enough to sabotage him,   ❛   i’ve just had the most brilliant idea,   ❜   he turns to her,   pushing away broken pieces of the cauldron,   ❛   how much time have you spent at the ministry,   lavender ?   ❜

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. * ✧ ❤ — @nofable​ said :   ❛   you have no idea what i’ve been through.   ❜

harry feared he must admit that it had taken years for him to understand that one’s house did not determine who they were.   he’d found his own identity in gryffindor and it appeared as though the universe were intent upon showing him that slytherins were to be opposed.   certainly,   deep down,   he’d always known not all of them to be vile,   but theo had not been one of the few who broke the mold.   or so he had believed.   both were older now,   no longer confined to the roles they were meant to play in a war larger than either of them had been.   things were different now   ...   and so were they.

there was no point to assume theodore nott to have bad intentions.   he settles into a seat across from the other with a weak smile,   ❛   it wasn’t as if we were best friends.   ❜   he could point out all the ways that life as the boy who lived had not been as easy as it had seemed either,   but it wasn’t the time nor the place.   ❛   i haven’t seen you at three broomsticks in ages.   i was curious.   ❜   he wanted to know what brought him back.   it wasn’t as if it were reserved for hogwarts employees and students but they were the most common patrons.

❛   you could always   ...   tell me,   over some firewhiskey  ?   ❜   it wasn’t how he expected his evening to unfurl,   but as ashamed as he was to think it,   there was something deep in the pit of his stomach :   fear.   fear that there were still supporters of a belief system he’d fought so hard to end.   he didn’t think nott a danger,   but perhaps there was something selfish in him that wanted to know how they’d ended up on such different paths.

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. * ✧ ❤ — @nofable said:   ❛   he was so good at drawing but he did not have a thought in his head   ❜  — ron

harry’s chin rests in the palm of his hand,   glasses falling down his nose as he fights to stay awake.   they’d been tasked with a rather bothersome project for charms class and,   worst of all,   the third person in their assigned group hadn’t been hermione.   instead,   it’d been a boy from hufflepuff named connor doyle that harry hadn’t actually known was in the class.   ❛   you reckon if we tell professor flitwick he’s come down with a case of boils he’ll give us more time  ?   ❜

probably not.   the more he thought about it,   the more of a bad idea it began to sound.   but at this rate,   the project would never be finished in time for class the next day.   he holds back a chuckle,   ❛   he could draw them on himself.   ❜   the poor guy had gotten lost on the way to their meeting,   or harry assumed so,   considering him and ron had been here for hours and connor had yet to show up.   surely the staircases were confusing but they’d all been here for years,   he couldn’t have gotten lost due to them   ...   right ?

harry sits up,   firmly pushing his glasses up and looking over at his best friend,   ❛   do you suppose we should try and find him  ?  in case something’s happened  ?   ❜   certainly he was just blowing things off,   maybe he was off in the courtyard,   doodling a masterpiece,   and had lost track of time.   if ron was right,   it wasn’t as if connor would provide much assistance for the homework anyways.