#riddlesinspo

[trexrowle-blog]

‘’LOOK LIKE THE INNOCENT FLOWER BUT BE THE SERPENT UNDERNEATH THEY SAID  WHY NOT BE THE SERPENT FROM THE START I WONDERED’’

[murderousfury-blog]

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Wanted Plots for Alecto Carrow --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Passing Distraction Alecto has herself a plaything that distracts her a little more than she (or Amycus) really likes. Eventually, they start asking too many questions that Alecto doesn’t want to answer. -can be past or present- Scholarly Struggles Not doing well in school has always been a struggle Alecto has faced. A teacher or fellow student decides to brave the situation and try to help her. -can be past or present- Mountains Don’t Bend Unknowing that Alecto’s loyalties have long been in place, someone tries to sway her. They think that all she needs is a stable, calming influence to pull her away and guide her down a different path. Alecto loves the way she is and decides to simply play along, deciding they need a lesson in human nature. Not everyone is innately good. Take These Broken Wings Psycho is always something that has been said about the young Carrow, but no one ever realized quite how literal that statement truly is. An older Death Eater has noticed her habits and wants to try to help Alecto become more refined in her ways of serving the Dark Lord. ----------------------------------------More later----------------------------------------

[trexrowle-blog]

"This will never end 'cause I want more More, give me more, give me more  If I had a heart I could love you If I had a voice I would sing After the night when I wake up  I'll see what tomorrow brings."

[casually-furious-blog]

Unwilling Enemy (after the rescue)//Lucinda and Frank

Lucinda was in Diagon Alley, shopping around for a present for her mother’s birthday.  It was a Saturday, so of course the streets were crowded.  Even with everything that was going on, parents still needed some way to amuse their children, and Diagon Alley was still a good (safe) place for that. Weaving her way through the crowds (careful this time to watch her step, she didn’t want a repeat of last time with her falling on her ass), she looked in various store windows. 

Though her mother had lived with two magical beings for years, the little things still delighted her.  Something simple and elegant was what Lucinda was looking for. Or something she could charm herself.  That would mean more. More effort, yes, but when it was for someone she loved, Lucinda was willing to expend the extra energy. 

She was casually looking at the stores across the street when her eyes drifted over a dark haired man.  Instantly, her eyes snapped back to him. She froze.  She had heard that the Auror and his wife had been rescued, and had thanked her lucky stars, both for their sakes, and that she hadn’t been the one on guard duty at the time. She had hardly been able to stand there when nothing was going on. She had hated every moment in that awful place. But she had been there. She had been forced to tease and punish once or twice and she had done so; to do any less would mean torture for her, if not death. That was how she rationalized it to herself lying in bed at night, tossing at turning with guilt.  Putting it in the frame of reference of ‘her’ or ‘them’ helped though. It calmed her. Until she was faced with him again.

He looked pale. Lucinda’s eyes ran over him unwillingly, and then darted away as she looked for an escape route. She had to escape, had to get out of here. He had never seen her, never heard her voice, but the stink of her guilt had to be all over her. Her Death Eaters robes and mask had hidden every discernible feature from him, and she had been careful not to speak, but she still didn’t want him looking at her. 

She wanted to run and yet--yet he looked so unwell....

Guilt and a hint of concern made her stay rooted to the spot, waiting, but for what, she didn’t know.

@frxnk-longbottom

[casually-furious-blog]

Insane

Cold. So cold. 

“Why is it always so bloody cold in here?!” Lucinda shouted.  Though she supposed she knew why. She was lucid enough at the moment (ha, lucid Lucinda, haha, for now, my love, for now) to know where she was.  Being kept in a dungeon she was.  They were hiding her brilliance. They were jealous of her gifts. Like Icarus, she had flown too close to the sun, and got burned. But she was burned by their jealousy, by their envy.  If it had been up to her, she would have flown forever.

Cold. So cold. 

How had she gotten here? Where was her wand, her broom? (Brooms are for sweeping, Lucinda.)  Why were they doing this?  Shouldn’t they encourage her gifts?  Shouldn’t they want her knowledge about Potions, Herbology, Charms, even Transfiguration. But she was useless now.  (Useless. Less. Less of Lucy).  Without her wand, without her boom, what was she? A witch (a bitch).  A cat with no claws. All bark and no bite.

She threw herself at the door, but it was shut fast.  She had to get out.  She was being kept here against her will. Surely someone was looking for her. Surely someone noticed?  Why weren’t they looking for her? Why hadn’t they found her?

Lucinda tugged at her fingers, wringing her hands.  Her bare feet rested on the floor. Cold. She hurried back to her cot and tucked her feet up under her.  Her arms wrapped around her knees as she started to rock. The only sound in the room now came from her breathing and the creaking of the bedsprings.  If only she could get the door unhinged (unhinged, my love, like you) she could get out.

And then, like magic (magic? I knew magic once. There’s no such thing as magic), the door opened. She almost fell off the bed in her haste to reach the door.  Strong arms caught her, and she looked up at a handsome young face. Her prince, come to save her. Save her from the silence and the voices in her head.

“You came!” she cried, hugging him tightly. “You’ve come to save me!!” In her happiness, she ignored him tensing, ignored the white coat. He smelled so good, he must have washed just to see her. And there was a whiff of wet dog about him. Something animal. It called to Lucinda’s wild heart, wild soul.

“Have you been behaving yourself, Lucinda?” he asked, taking her by the shoulders and holding her at arms length.  He peered earnestly into her eyes.  Strands of his brown hair fell into his face, and she had the urge to brush them away. But she noticed the severe looking woman standing next to him, and a burly man behind her.  

“Hands to ourselves, lovey.”

Lucinda nodded, suddenly shy in front of her prince. 

“She’s been difficult to treat, Doctor,” the severe looking woman said from behind her prince. 

Lucinda stuck her tongue out at the woman and pulled away from the man, the man who would be her saviour, she was sure of it.  “I haven’t been bad,” she said. “I’ve been me!” 

“You have to make her understand that the medications and treatments are for her own good, Doctor,” the woman said, inching closer to him. 

“Thank you, Nurse, that will be all,” he said. 

“Doctor Lupin–”

“Nurse.” He turned and fixed her with a look that had her nodding, and stepping back. 

They wouldn’t leave Lucinda alone with him, they were still keeping them apart. But she could ignore them if he could. He came to sit with her on her bed, (Lucinda and Lupin, Lucinda and Lupin) and explained to her how she must take her medications, and listen to the nurses. 

She nodded. She tried to be good, she did. But the days were so long, or the nights were so short, or the nights long, and the days short.  And she bored so easily. But she would try to be good. She always promised. Whenever he came to visit, he said he’d come to see her again soon. And he wanted to hear that she had been a good girl while he was gone. So she would promise to be good. And when she was talking to him, she truly believed she could be.  

[ohlookatoaster-blog]

don’t go where i can’t follow...

[casually-furious-blog]

Shot of vodka

Shot of vodka:  Send a shot of vodka for my muse to mistake yours for someone they’re friends with.

Lucinda was in the bookstore, looking for more Mermish books when she saw a familiar figure in the back.  Smiling, Lucinda excitedly crept through the stacks towards Helena.  She hadn’t seen her since the summer started.  During the school year, Lucinda and Helena were guaranteed to run into each other at least once a week in the library, and they always had good debates and discussions. Helena was in Ravenclaw, but she was a Pureblood, making it acceptable for Lucinda to be seen with her. 

“In the self-help section?” Lucinda snorted. “This is stopping low, even for you.”

But as the person turned, Lucinda’s mouth fell open, and her face went instantly red.  

“Oh Merlin, I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry!” Lucinda said, holding her hands up in supplication for forgiveness. “I thought you were someone else, I’m sorry!” she said again, backing away quickly. 

She knocked her elbow on a shelf and almost tripped over a pile of books, but she didn’t care. She was trying to beat as hasty a retreat as her feet would allow, all while apologizing profusely to the woman still standing by the bookshelf.  

“Sorry!” she cried one last time before getting out of the store. She breathed a sigh of relief, though she could still feel her face burning from mortification. 

“For fuck’s sake, you stupid–” Lucinda cussed herself all the way to Hogsmeade to get a drink and make herself feel better.

[eleanorgreengrass]

Childhood Rebellions and Lessons ll Self-para

Eleanor acted and lived the part of the perfect pureblooded housewife. She did so with grace and poise. Respectful, mild-mannered, and charming she was everything her parents and husband could ever ask for. In some eyes she was the perfect puppet and not a real person at all. The girl from her childhood would be inclined to agree.

As a child Eleanor had grown up with a wild rebellious spirit. Her father secretly encouraging her behind her mother’s back. He had found her sass and dirt loving ways charming when she was a little girl. Ever the perfect angel around her mother and society Eleanor lived for her secret life and imperfect rebellion.

That is until she reached the age of ten. She was to go to Hogwarts soon and her father was growing concerned with her continued boyish and unladylike behavior. The charm he had once seen turned to disgust. Eleanor known as Ellie to so many then was disheartened by the loss of her father as an ally. But horrified by his betrayal of her ways to her mother.

Caught in the act of running wild in the dirt one night by her mother Eleanor swore she would never be the proper daughter her mother and father so craved. She cried and screamed and threatened to no avail. Her mother promptly locked her in the small closet of her room allowing her out only to go through lessons on being a lady and to attend parties for the entire summer before she was to go to Hogwarts.

As Time dwindled on she felt that the summer would never end. That she would live in her closet forever. In time her crying stopped. Her pleading. Her screaming. Her spirit broken and her childhood fun destroyed Eleanor emerged from the confines of her closet with only a week before she was to go off to school. 

Her parents filled it with reaffirmations of their love. Their adoration. It didn’t seem real. The words she had always craved. The praise she had once glowed under was hollow. She felt no love for them or from them. There was only respect. Respect and a wary trust that each would do their part. That the summer would be a family matter. Something discussed by no one. Remembered for the lessons forgotten for the sake of family.

Ellie was dead and Eleanor was born anew. A girl her family could be proud of. A girl Ellie would be dismayed by. A girl that Eleanor could never lose. Could never separate from. She had worn the mask of perfection and grace for so long she was no longer herself. She was a mask. A tool. But she was a beautiful one and though she could never quite tell who she was anymore. She couldn’t change back to who she used to be. Rebellion replaced by manners, dirt replaced by dresses, and love replaced by respect.