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in the hazel thicket

@iinkhecrt

There was something about silence that made Harry feel uneasy, as if he was always waiting for the other shoe to drop. For news that this was all a dream. That Voldemort had returned once more, more powerful than ever, and Harry would have to suck it up and fight him once again. He would always fight. That was the best and worst part of himself. The part that always had to run head first into a battle no matter the consequences, because he was noble and infuriating, and he knew that. He knew it but couldn’t never stop it.

It should have been surprising then, that Harry found solitude in the silence of the Orchards that were behind the Burrow. He knew it made no sense to both love and hate the peacefulness that surrounded him, and the innocent way the trees leaned towards the sun. Yet he could hear the memories flood into him. The hours spent back here playing Quidditch. Fred’s roaring laughter echoing across the sky. Had it really been so long ago?

Harry sat himself down in the middle of it all, his glasses in his hands as he tried desperately to clean them with his shirt. His wand, the one that he had chosen over the Elder Wand, it lay beside him carelessly. A true sign that there was no more danger. No more enemies trying to kill him. No more prophecy.

He fell back easily, his eyes trained at the passing clouds, wondering when he would feel like himself again. When the aching of his scar would truly stop. It had stopped in the physical sense. But inside? Inside Harry was knotted up tight, his heart still beating a mile a minute. Even sleep was still an issue, something that everyone in the Burrow was trying to fix. They had all become creatures of the night, blindly bumping into things, knowing that while they couldn’t be fixed right this moment, one day they would sleep. One day they would be able to wake up to a new day, refreshed and eager.

It wasn’t long after Harry laid down that he felt a shadow pass over him. He hastily reached for his wand, grabbing it with a desperate firmness before both turning around and flitting himself into a sitting position.

“Ginny,” Harry said, half surprised, half relieved. His wand dropped from his grasp.

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first encounters of the dragon kind /

@iinkhecrt

There was something about the Triwizard Tournament that drew Bill in like a magnet. A part of him was jealous that he couldn’t have submitted his name into the Goblet, and another part of him was still relishing in the story of Fred and George’s failure of entering their own name in. There was also the allure of other schools entering into the fray, and while Bill never had much experience with them, his experience in traveling was always helpful.

That was why he was there today, watching each contestant, one by one, attempt to get an egg that was protected by a dragon. With each success, and each contestant closer to Harry, Bill could feel himself growing anxious. It wasn’t until the entire event was over that he could feel himself breathe for the first time in what felt like hours.

Maybe that was why he hadn’t been paying attention when one of the very contestants he had worried over, unintentionally so, ended up square in his line of sight. Her blonde hair making her stand out among the darker colors of the Scottish skies. She seemed to glow, and radiate--and Bill was accustomed enough to know that she had Veela blood in her. Drawing everyone near. A more potent magnet than the Tournament ever could have been.

Unlike his younger brother Ron, Bill had no issues moving to introduce himself. 

“Fleur, right? I just wanted to congratulate you on the first task. You were amazing out there.”

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|| as you wish

@iinkheart

Everyone knew about Princess Clarke. They knew she wasn’t the sort of royalty who did well behind the walls of the castle. There had even been rumors that she had escaped, shedding those meant to watch her, all to simply be with her people. Except, she was never just doing that. She would dress like common folk, eat their food, drink their water, and act as if there were no responsibilities that she might have to deal with. Of course, all of those were rumors, and if there was one thing Bellamy knew to avoid, it was the gossip around the castle. Everyone, even with their heavy workloads, always had time to discuss the Queen and her wild daughter.

It shouldn’t have surprised Bellamy then when Kane called his name and reassigned him from his post. ‘Keep an eye on the Princess, Blake. It’s too dangerous for her to be sneaking out every night. I’m assigning you with Miller and Green. Hopefully between the three of you, you can figure something out.’ He memorized the order, his face trying to hide his complete lack of enthusiasm. Being someone’s babysitter had never seemed like his idea of fun. But an order was an order, and at least he had two friends that would be there along side him. The only thing to do now was properly introduce himself. Which, in most cases involving Bellamy, was usually far more dramatic than it had any right to be. 

“I’ll talk to her first. Probably better to speak one-on-one than to ambush her, yeah?” Bellamy suggested, staring at his friends with an expression that didn’t leave much room for a debate.

“Whatever you say, Bellamy,” Monty said, already rolling his eyes. Miller managing to keep a straight face.

Bellamy knocked on her door, the hilt of his sword returning the knock to his chain mail as he felt pressure not only in his stomach but in his throat. Suddenly he remembered that this would be the first time he spoke to a royal. The first time he’d work with the face to face. Sure, they had walked by before, their elegant gowns and proud posture practically floating by him with little notice. But this time he would be with the Princess day and night. Her life was now his life. Even with the chain mail on, he could feel his heart threatening to burst through. This sort of assignment could change his life. Could change Octavia’s life. No more worrying about money, or where they’d be sleeping next. The pressure was enormous.

Failure couldn’t be an option then. Even if the princess refused to listen to him, even if she continued with her free spirited actions, he had to continue on. He couldn’t let Kane down, or Octavia, or himself. Everything now rested on the door in front of him opening, and his ability to keep Queen Abigail’s daughter safe.

He shifted uncomfortably with the wait, tugging uncomfortably on his helmet, feeling the sway of the chain mail weighing him down.

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[glitterizei-blog]

Mas falando sério, o que eu faço quando Rebelde acabar? Tipo já virou rotina assistir a novela, procurar fotos dos show, vê-los de segunda a sexta na TV... e quando acabar? Eu faço o que?