#ofweaknessandtemptation

[fcrthegreatergood]

@ofweaknessandtemptation

[fcrthegreatergood]

@ofweaknessandtemptation

Why would you ignore it, silly?

[fcrthegreatergood]

❛ i’m no expert, but usually there’s signs saying ‘do not enter’ for a good reason. ❜ (from Albus)

Even though the sun was already setting and drenching the horizon in crimson colors, humin heat was still blasting through the lands, setting ablaze every living thing it came across. It was right in the middle of summer, and which better time would there be to hunt for chills right in the middle of pathetic muggle environment? Forcing their way through thick, dying grasses, thorny bushes and barb wire fences, the two young adults finally could lay eyes upon a mere ruin of what seemed like it once was a prosperous and flourishing building, harboring people who were said to be mad. But now, behind that crooked sign, there was just a dirty old building, covered in ivy, moss and dirt.“Your cowardice will one day get the better of you, Albus.”,  the platinum haired man teased. Plus, which dangers could there even be? They were no narrow-minded muggles, nothing here should really be able to scare them. Nevertheless, he payed close attention, were it just to comfort his friend. A swift flicker of his wand was enough, not even words needed, to untwine the fence so that both of them could easily pass. The atmosphere didn’t change on the other side, so he moved on, stepped closer towards the building. “We could make this our headquarters, as nobody will ever come here. Of course we will cast protection spells to hide it in plain sight.”

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[fcrthegreatergood]

“Do you have an obsession with salt or something?” (from Albie)

@ofweaknessandtemptation

He should have known that it wasn’t his greatest idea to try his hands on the muggle way of preparing dinner. Still, much to his misunderstanding, Albie was so fond of muggles that he wanted to give it a try. Collecting the ingredients by hand, carfully measuring the seasonings, mixing them together, pre heating the stove, all of that proved to be more complicated than he had anticipated. 

Nevertheless, in the end he was able to serve a plate of stew made out of potatoes, different vegetables and maybe a little bit too much salt. Why did that huge amount have to spill out of the salt tin after all? It was nothing but troublesome, and he swore to never cook the muggle way again. 

Gilbert let his friend try the stew at first, eagerly watching him and awaiting his initial reactions. But the face he made was not one that was utterly pleased by perfect taste.

“.... I have an unhealthy obsession with making you happy.”, he tried to save the situation, explaining why he cooked that way in the first place.

[fcrthegreatergood]

𝕴 𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖓 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖆 𝖉𝖞𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕻𝖍𝖔𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖝

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[fcrthegreatergood]

@ofweaknessandtemptation

Dream the sweetest dreams, my darling, for only there you will find me. Only there you will find the life you yearn for.

[aurorofconfidence]

@ofweaknessandtemptation continued from here x

    “Intriguing? Tastes like piss,” Percival huffed. Why did people like eating them? For the after-effects, he supposed. Aside from the strange throbbing sensation of the world around him, Percival had to admit... he didn’t feel half bad. “I don’t think my brain has ever felt so light... Ever.” Alcohol made it fuzzy, but not light. Coffee made it clearer, but took away none of the weight that Percival’s mind seemed to carry. He’d never noticed it before, not until he now realised how light it could be. “If you’re growing old, so am I, and I refuse to admit that.”

His knee didn’t hurt either. That was a first. Ever since Grindelwald, nothing had made his knee feel completely alright. Percival could definitely get used to that. Maybe he should retire, become a junkie and live out what he had left of his life in a drug-induced bliss... No, he’d get bored too quickly. Not even hallucinogens could keep that itch to get out and do something with his life from surfacing.

    “Well, I did not know there would be drugs involved, though I find I am not as concerned for the wellbeing of the students here as I should be knowing that there are drugs readily available. No, rather I am on somewhat of a personal vendetta and I heard a rumour you might have some tiny inkling of information that may be of use to me.” Travers had been quick to tell Percival it was pointless to go to Albus Dumbledore for answers on Grindelwald, but Percival hadn’t been about to give up before he tried for himself. After all, he didn’t get to be where he was in life by listening to people who gave him words of caution.

[aurorofconfidence]

🍄 our muses eat some mushrooms (magic mushrooms it is~ from @ofweaknessandtemptation)

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    “Is it just me, or is the world throbbing?” Percival asked, immediately breaking into a light chuckle at his own observation. Before Grindelwald, he wouldn’t have been caught dead doing anything of the sort - not because he had some sort of code against it, he just never had a need to and didn’t want to take the chance of being caught off his game - but these days... Percival had good reason to take his mind off things, and mushrooms seemed just as good as anything else. “If they didn’t taste so disgusting, I could get used to this.”