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[alectolilithcarrow-blog]

Tastes Like Champagne and Fifteen || Flashback || Alecto and Sirius

Date: December 23rd, 1974 Place: Ball Of Salazar Information: The story of very lost virginity and old childhood friends.

The ball was boring. Which was really to be predicted because Alecto always seemed to end up bored at balls with her parents stuffy friends. Her father would pull her brother off it introduce him to yet another connection that he just needed to have and she'd be stuck with her mother discussing all of the pureblood gossip. The biggest piece of information that she'd found out that evening was that the Minister was in ill-health and they might be needing to consider who society would be backing for the position next. It was tedious.

And so Alecto found herself walking around, stealing glasses of whiskey that had been left unattended and responding politely to comments about how much more grown up she looked and how she must come for tea in a few days. She was sick of them all. Behind the false smiles were a million alliances and forced weddings and all they represented to her was what her life would have to become. Sure, she was set to marry her childhood best friend which made it slightly easier. But she didn't love him like that, she would never love him and those twisted, hateful grins showed what loveless marriages could do to a person.

After an hour of wandering around and avoiding conversations with people she didn't like, Alecto found herself outside. She summoned a glass of whiskey that had been sat unattended near the door and sipped from it absentmindedly as she leant over the balcony and watched the snow fall around them. After a while, she could hear the sound of footsteps behind her. "You know it's not polite to follow a lady, don't you?"

[chasingprongs-blog]

So We Keep It All There In The Back of Our Heads || Padfoot & Prongs

James had gone to just about the only place he could think of to go when he felt low. The Quidditch pitch. He'd taken a pack of smokes, a light and literally nothing else. It was reasonably cold at this time, but he didn't really care. If he was cold, then he would either deal with it or come back inside. The weather was, literally, the least of his current concerns. James lay down on the mildly damp sand of the pitch and ignored the uncomfortable angle his glasses sat on when he lay down. He let a cigarette hang loosely from his lips and lit it, his mind far from the damp pitch and the uncomfortable position and the cloud covered sky. He wasn't sure whether it was everything in his life, the loss of his mother, the frustration from his argument with Lily, all of that nonsense or whether it was just the futility of the realisation that his world was changing rapidly, but James didn't think he'd ever had quite as bleak an outlook on life as he did at this point, which was very uncharacteristic for him.

James closed his eyes and let thoughts of his mother fill him up. He was already so angry and so not himself, thinking of what he'd lost was only one way to make things even worse for him. The realisation of just what'd happened even more prominent and impossible to ignore. James folded his arms over his chest and remembered when he was a kid and his mother burned vanilla candles in the house because she told him it smelled like a home. James remembered the time he'd wanted a sleepover and none of his friends could make it, so his mother camped out in his room and they told the least scary stories possible. James remembered how his mother had so often been dancing when he'd come home from doing whatever it was he was out doing. He remembered how she'd always called him Jamie, from the time he could remember to the day she'd died. He remembered how she'd bought him the broom he wanted even though his father had tried to stop her because James had gotten in trouble only days before. James remembered all the times he'd had with his mum and how he had no more to come and, for the first time, he felt a tear slide down his cheek. He quickly brushed it away with his right palm, but it was too late to deny to himself that it'd been there.