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“Am I the only person in our entire generation that was not bothered by Professor Binns?” she giggled when Tilden mentioned falling asleep. “I mean, his tone was enough to put anyone to sleep, but the things he said! Or maybe I am just a hopeless history nerd.” Which was not a lie. She could remember quite clearly how three-quarters of the class, including Ravenclaws, would usually doze off during their ghost teacher’s monotonous lecture; but not her. She would always lean forward in her seat, front row, starry-eyed and listening with fascination as history unfolded in her mind like sinking her head inside a pensieve.                                                                    -- cherrybomb-witch, These Days

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Remus wasn’t sure how much time had passed, the ringing sound of Marlene’s scream taking over everything else. He was focused intently on the task at hand, one hand wrapping bandages tightly around the other man while the other cast spells to hold the material down, hoping the pressure would be enough to give the Auror enough time. That’s all they needed— time.                                                                                    -- thelionwolf, Misplaced

Before she could protest that oil and grease was not sanitary, Sirius began looking for something, and Lily let his comments slide away as she finished off her piece of cake, but her pleasure at the chocolate was short-lived, because it was not possible to ignore an angry Sirius for very long. Setting aside the fork (after making sure there was no cake left on it, of course), Lily watched as Sirius stalked back to the table.                                                                           -- thelionheartedxlily, Temper

Daisy shook her head as Tilden promised that he’d only be a minute examining the many plants surrounding them, trying not to laugh. If they really only spent sixty seconds at this stall, she’d eat her shoe. “If you say so,” she told him with a smile.                                                                    -- perennialgrace, Meet and Greet

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She cut herself off with a glance at the Death Eater, who was beginning to raise their wand towards her. Which was arguably the least ideal conclusion to their interaction. Now she would be cursed unless she could manage to cast a strong enough shield charm around herself – though she now felt obligated to include the troll in that, and she knew without a doubt that she couldn’t cast one large enough or strong enough to protect a creature of that size – and even if she could, would a sudden movement on her part cause the troll to rethink their pseudo-truce? She could attempt to protect herself from either the troll or the Death Eater, but not both at once, so which was the greater threat? Troll – giant club to squish her with – Death Eater – wand to do unimaginably terrible things to her – she could feel her brain and her innate instincts warring against each other. It’s hard to convince your ‘fight or flight’ response that a tiny stick is more dangerous than a vastly larger one.                                                           — charity-h-burbage, The Troll Handler

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“I like this record.” The werewolf mused instead, listening to the hum of the melody. “Maybe we can get the guys out for a show again sometime.” The words escaped his lips, the last few months making any suggestions of plans sound more and more like a lofty fantasy than anything possible.                                                                                        -- thelionwolf, Unwind

Throughout her soliloquy, Charity had moved closer and closer to Narcissa and now, rather than being seated across the kitchen, Narcissa found herself seated but a few feet from her.  Narcissa blinked for a few moments, somewhat stunned by her candidness. She found herself unsure of how to react, opting for a soft neutral despite Narcissa’s own mild distaste and discomfort in the idea of being so open about her own life.                                          -- forever-toujourspur, Stressed But Well-Dressed

Once she was out of the room, he breathed a long sigh. He knew that she would only be gone for a few minutes, but he hoped that it wouldn’t be long enough for his unwanted visitors to come out of their dark holes. For a minute or two, it seemed like he would hold out. But at the moments passed beyond that, time stretched and the whispers crawled in. Drawing his hands to his face, he pushed upward on his temples and squeezed his eyes shut. Useless. You’re bloody useless. He pressed harder, making the voice cut in and out. Being left alone with nothing to do was practically a nightmare for him. There wasn’t anything to take his mind off of the true horrors etched into his memories and nothing to keep the voices at bay.                                                                -- head-auror-moody, Broken Pieces

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But… Mr. Moody wouldn’t lose. Professor Dumbledore wouldn’t lose. And with You-Know-Who’s goals becoming clearer by the day, she realized it was unlikely she’d be imprisoned for being in the Order of the Phoenix. They’d all just be executed. And dying for what was right seemed a much easier fate to face – death would be worth the effort. Wouldn’t it?                                                    -- charity-h-burbage, On Purpose This Time

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This only seemed to confuse the boy further. Glancing up at his father with furrowed brows, he shook his head. “Da! It’s Tim’s birthday, not mine! Mine was like … a lot of days ago!”                                                                    -- edgarbonesknows, The Dragon

The window was still in tact, although from the swirl of dark smoke inside, it wouldn’t be long until the fire consumed this side of the house, too. A quick wave of his wand allowed the lock mechanism to shift, and Remus grasped at the bottom edge with his fingertips before turning his head to the side and pushing it upwards. He was immediately greeted with a hot rush of angry smoke, the heat biting at his cheeks.                                                                           -- thelionwolf, Burn Both Ends

After a short walk, they finally reached the high street. There were a few more people here, tired commuters toting coffees and briefcases in the direction of the tube station, but it was still much quieter than it would be an hour from now. Most of the shop windows were still dark, but there was one up ahead that was bright and ready for the day, and that was where Daisy headed.                                                                         -- perennialgrace, Still Night Air

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Remus bit back a retort at Sirius’ bitter comment, his head lowering at the words and the impact that the man had yet to realize. He didn’t know about Moody, but that was a discussion for the next day. Dumbledore had promised to send word as soon as he had an update on his health. He took a long drag and hoped to disappear in the smoke.                                                                                        -- thelionwolf, Unwind

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Fortunately, Daisy didn’t have to cause a scene. Her father didn’t say anything about it, only nodding. “I was never much of a potioneer myself,” he said. By which he meant that he’d only gotten an Exceeds Expectations on his NEWT, Daisy knew- bloody Ravenclaws. She’d consider herself lucky if she managed a passing grade when she got her results back in a few weeks. The thought of it had her stomach tying itself in knots.                                                                    -- perennialgrace, Meet and Greet

Narcissa shifted her weight again, discomfort weighing strong on her back.  She’d been sitting properly for too long and could feel the ache already blooming in her lower back for want of lying down.                                                               -- forever-toujourspur, Parental Help

Edgar laid his hand on her arm as she sobbed and stuttered. She couldn’t remember the last time anyone had done something like that – just touched her to comfort her through one of these episodes. It helped to ground her, she realized. She was still upset, and still stuttering, and the clouds of darkness still eddied through her mind, but she could see past them at least. She could remember where she was, and who she was with, what she was doing. His simple touch helped her stay present, and she was grateful for it.                                                           -- charity-h-burbage, Unusual Suspects

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Remus straightened at the sudden string of curses that escaped his roommate’s lips, a shadow of a smile ghosting on his lips at the sight of the spilled drink. The feeling lingered as Sirius fumbled for his wand, hand searching between the cushions of the sofa to no avail. It disappeared as Sirius met his eyes, a question falling from his lips. Remus dropped his gaze. After living with each other for nearly ten years, it was difficult to keep anything from the other man.                                                                                        -- thelionwolf, Unwind

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She really ought to have just ignored the letter but the baby’s name was the sort of issue that she was particularly sensitive about and it just irked her that Sirius kept suggesting the most absurd names. Names were important and Lily wanted their baby’s name to have some kind of significance. It was very hard to treat the matter as seriously as she wanted when she had all those ridiculous names that Sirius suggested rattling around in her brain. And this last one - ooh she had been so angry when she got the owl.                                                                           -- thelionheartedxlily, Temper

Narcissa bit off the retort that wanted to sneak its way out.  It was unfortunate that any business had to take place in her home, let alone the night’s business in particular.  So badly did she want to speak out that she pressed her lips together, nodding politely to Xavier.  “Your thoughts are kind,” she said simply.  “I trust that your evening will be the same.”  Narcissa smiled as she ushered him out, glad to have one less Death Eater under her roof.                                                                       -- forever-toujourspur, Mistakes

As he made his way down the long path, he kept thinking about the vampires and how they might come back to bite him eventually. If we win, then it doesn’t make a difference. He was confident that he could keep the secret, but he wasn’t as sure that Narcissa could.                                                                                  -- xavier-wilkes, Mistakes

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“The Muggle world is a tricky place,” she went on “One would think it isn’t, but it is. That is the mistake many witches and wizards make, they assume it is simple. But it is a world as rich as ours, only different. And our world has plenty of weird in it.”                                                                    -- cherrybomb-witch, These Days

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As they walked away, the further he pushed the whole night out of his recent memory. Perhaps later he would revisit snippets while staring into his fire, but for now, he wanted it to be over. The clearing was up ahead, signalling the end.                                                                  -- xavier-wilkes, The Cleanup Crew

Remus’ back straightened at the news, and he allowed himself a shaky inhale through tight lungs, blinking through stinging eyes. Meeting Alastor’s gaze with an understanding of the urgency of the situation, the werewolf simply nodded, eyes turning back towards the younger muggle.                                                                           -- thelionwolf, Burn Both Ends

He sighed, tuning out the rest of the room, and letting the music drone in his ears. The can was left hanging in the air, before finally deciding thoughts were better with a drink.                                                                                -- seriouslypaddy, Unwind

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For a minute, the werewolf wanted to forget about the events of the night, and allow himself to slip away into comfortable conversation and a hot drink. He could ask how the nursery was coming along, or tell her about the stuffed stag that Sirius had bought for the baby as a surprise for James. The thought came with a heavy measure of guilt. If it was selfish to crave that simplicity, he was fine with accepting the fact that he was a selfish man. The last few months had given him little patience for bloodshed and war. Was it so wrong to want to cling to a small beacon of light? To move towards it and cast everything else to the side. To want to hold onto that brightness so tightly until it burned? He wasn’t sure.                                                                                           -- thelionwolf, Eden

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Once he’d sorted out something in his head and felt comfortable with making the commitment, he turned to her again. “Getting back to your training. You said your exam is next week, right? I think I can set aside some time this week. We’ll use the training room.” He took a pause to kick his memory again for the things she said she wanted to improve on.                                                                  -- head-auror-moody, Still Night Air

These people were all friends, it seemed, or at least knew each other. She couldn’t imagine how terrible they must all be feeling, to have someone they knew and trusted start attacking them out of nowhere, to find out they’d been under someone else’s control, to have to attack a friend to save other friends. It was a devastating scenario – and then to have one of their own injured in the process… That part she was feeling a bit as well. She certainly couldn’t claim to be part of the group, but she was at least friendly with Mr. Moody – she very much liked the man, actually. It was almost impossible to reconcile the man she knew, the strong, solid, confident man, with the bloody figure lying across the room. He wasn’t the kind of person who seemed like he could be injured, and yet, there he was.                                                                        -- charity-h-burbage, Misplaced

Goyle’s son.  Narcissa remembered Goyle’s son.  She had held the boy in her arms not too long ago.  It was dangerously easy for her to sympathize - empathize even - with Goyle.  So much so that she had difficulty stifling the choked gasp that swept past her lacquered lips.  In that moment, she wanted to banish them all from her manor, to do nothing but run upstairs and across the manor to cradle her newborn in her arms and shield him from the world’s evil.  It may have tainted her, and it may have tainted Lucius, but in that moment, Narcissa vowed that it would never lay it’s slimy, cold hands on her son.                                                                       -- forever-toujourspur, Mistakes

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Sitting inside Tilden’s house, it was easy to detach theory from reality. Written in ink, everything was easy to digest; a list of applications and uses was simply just that, a list. For as long as Remus could remember, he processed the world through the black and white words on a page. It was easy to forget how different they appeared when confronted with reality— the sudden saturation of color as strong as the overwhelming stench of dark magic and blood. He wanted to shut his eyes, but the voices around him didn’t allow it.                                                                                   -- thelionwolf, Misplaced

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Narcissa couldn’t help but smile at the child in her arms, effusing contentment.  Here was something so small, so innocent, so full of brightness and joy.  She could see just from the look in the baby’s eyes the purity within.  People were capable of terrible things, but looking at this baby - any baby - it was hard to see how those things could be based out of anything but nurture.                                                               -- forever-toujourspur, Parental Help

“I think I’m doing as well as can be expected.” Pregnancy hadn’t been miserable - it hadn’t been the blissful experience some women seemed to experience, but she couldn’t complain. She hadn’t been sick, hadn’t been confined to bed. There were the odd cravings - she wondered what Moody would say if she brought up Cockroach Clusters, but decided it wasn’t worth finding out.                                                                -- thelionheartedxlily, Broken Pieces

Charlotte stared at the same spot on the wall, directly in her line of vision so she wouldn’t have to move her head. She’d been crying and her eyes still stung, which she could feel were starting to swell and probably red. It was close to noon by now and she felt as though time were moving too quickly to do much, and too slowly to care about being productive.                                                                                  -- strikes-goyle, Afterbirth