As soon as Sirius left, Sienna had immediately texted Chris to cancel their plans for the evening as she was far too shaken to not tell him what had happened. She had no idea what she wanted to do. On the one hand, she wanted to do whatever it was she could to get rid of Rodolphus but she wasn’t sure she was willing to take that risk. She knew she needed someone to talk about it, but was worried about how to tell someone without spilling Sirius’s secret. Waiting until the next morning, she finally headed over, knocking lightly at their door before entering, “Hey, I need to talk to you about something.”
drunk : my muse takes care of your muse while they are in a drunken state.
@lionheartprongs
It was a usual night for Amelia and Glenda: snacks, blankets on the couch, and laughing at the ridiculous movie they’d decided to watch that night. The laughter was slowly dissolving into the snorting, side-grabbing laughter that made your stomach hurt for hours afterwards. During a particularly insane bout of laughter, Amelia felt the vibrations of her phone somewhere on the couch.
“Hang on, Glen, I can’t find my phone,” she laughed and they began frantically throwing blankets and pillows in the air in attempts to find it. It stopped ringing, only to begin again a few seconds later. This time, the phone was found and Amelia saw James’s name flash onto the screen. The moment she answered the phone with a quick “hey babe,” she winced as the sound of loud music- as well as the other boys’ shouts along to the lyrics hit her ears.
“Having fun?” She laughed, holding the phone a short distance from her ear to try and preserve any sort of hearing she could. Amelia was met with loud compliments and jokes from James, the speech slightly slurred as he talked into the phone to her. “You didn’t try to match pace with Sirius, did you?” She shook her head as Glenda laughed into a pillow in the background, trying to muffle her sound. The two girls knew just how much of a lightweight James was in comparison to Sirius. “Alright, just stay there and tell the lads I’m on my way. Drink some water!” She hung up just after hearing James yell she’s coming over! to loud and appreciative whoops from his mates.
“Time for some girlfriend duties,” Amelia smiled, giving Glenda a quick hug and ducking off the couch.
“Boo,” Glenda pouted from the couch, “we didn’t even finish the movie.”
“I can tell you how it’s definitely going to end if that helps?” Amelia offered with a smile, “these movies always are.” She grabbed a pepperup potion from the cupboard as well as a bag of crisps she knew James loved. Turning to glance over her shoulder to see Glenda’s even further exaggerated pout, she laughed. “Think of it this way, I’ll be there all night, you can invite over your man candy.” Amelia winked at her flatmate as she walked out the front door, took a breath, and appareled to James’s place.
The loud music was still blasting through the door, and Amelia tried the knob and found it unlocked, like they’d prepared for her. She opened the door and walked in, expecting to see dancing boys all over the place, but instead only found Sirius, Remus, and Peter snoring on the ground. Flicking her wand, she moved the folded blankets from the couch on top of them and went off to search for James.
She found him at the top of the stairs, sitting with his head against the railing, smiling down at her.
“You made it, Melia,” he said happily as she sat beside him, wrapping her arm around him and offering the bag of crisps and potion in tandem.
“Course I did. You didn’t think I forgot how to get over here, did you? Come on, let’s get something in you besides vodka.”
“Whiskey,” James clarified, eating some crisps and sighing in happiness. “How’d you know I liked these?”
“Call it a sixth sense, huh?” She laughed, knowing very well after multiple outings and movie nights together what sorts of snacks he liked the best. “Did you drink water like I told you to?”
“Yes ma’am,” he said with a laugh. “But I don’t think it helped.”
“It will when you wake up tomorrow. But for now, come on, it’s time for bed.” This comment was met with a wolf whistle and eyebrow waggle from James and caused Amelia to roll her eyes good naturedly.
“Maybe tomorrow, James. Right now, it’s bed time. And… up,” she helped him stand on wobbly legs as they made their way down the hall to his bedroom. Even in the dark, she knew her way there well. Once inside, she helped him out of his clothes and into the pajama bottoms she knew were in his third drawer. Then it was time to trust him to brush his teeth as she ran downstairs to get another cup of water for him. She glanced quickly into the living room to see Sirius and Remus cuddling on the ground. Taking the stairs two at a time, she bounded back into James’s room to see him bundling up under the blankets. Once he noticed her, he patted the bed beside him, causing her to laugh.
“Like I’d be anywhere else,” she said, mainly to herself, as she crawled into bed with James and settled in for the night. Her last thoughts before drifting off were questions of if he’d wake up and remember her promise for the next morning. She hoped he did.
nightmare : my muse coming to your muses aid when they awake from a nightmare.
@lionheartprongs
The elopement had been a spur of the moment decision. Amelia and James had been sent on an Order mission that had nearly ended in one or both of their deaths if they hadn’t been lucky enough to escape before the building’s damage was too much to control any longer. When James proposed a quick engagement and elopement the next morning, Amelia barely thought before saying yes. She knew she would marry James, she’d known it for months, even had inklings of the idea when their relationship first began, but she’d always pictured and mentioned waiting until after the war ended, and the world was stable once again. Yet after their nearly catastrophic night before, didn’t it make more sense to jump into something she was sure of when the rest of the world was uncertain?
With only their immediate families and a few friends in attendance, Amelia and James had married, barely 24 hours after the proposal had taken place. Of course Glenda and Sirius were the loudest voices cheering in attendance, and Amelia had even let her mother and Glenda style her in whatever they’d thought was, in their words, “speedy bridal.” In what felt like a whirlwind, Amelia was now Amelia Bones, James Potter’s wife (she couldn’t bear to part with her last name, and James understood.)
After a very, very eventful first honeymoon night, they’d gone to bed, exhausted and contented. As soon as she allowed herself to drift off to sleep, it felt like moments only had passed before she felt herself woken up to the sound of a whimper. Her eyes fluttered open, fighting the urge to drift back into blissful sleep, and she tried to adjust to the dark room around her. The noise repeated, followed by the tossing of the bed and disappearance of covers on top of her. Now awake, she fumbled to grab her wand from the nightstand beside her, her heart pounding and preparing to defend herself. But then, the source became clear as she turned to glance at James, whose face was contorted in his sleep as he tossed and turned next to her.
“Hey,” she said quietly, turning her weight over to lean beside him. Her whisper did nothing, so she tried again, a bit louder. “James, James, it’s me.” This time, she propped herself up on her elbow and reached with her other hand, now devoid of wand, to shake his shoulder lightly. This action woke him as he bolted upright with a start, mimicking her earlier motion of grabbing for her wand.
“James! James, it’s alright, it’s alright.” Amelia said as his breathing slowed.
“Amelia, you—“ he began, shaking sleep from his head.
“I’m right here. You were having a nightmare,” she said gently, waiting for him to calm down.
“I thought you were—“ he trailed off, “we were back on the mission and you were—“
“Safe,” Amelia finished, determined to get his mind out of whatever terror he’d seen in his sleep. “And I’m not going anywhere except back to bed. Come here,” she motioned for him to lay back down, settling his head on top of her chest as she shushed him and rubbed slow circles over his back until his breathing and heart returned to their peaceful pace. “Sweet dreams, love,” she whispered as she pressed a kiss to his head, knowing she’d said a truth. She wasn’t going anywhere.
“tell me how to make it better.” )Thorfinn and Glenda)
Glenda glanced at the clock on her phone again, frustrated when she realized that only a few minutes had passed since she’d last checked. It was late and despite her tiredness, she sat on her couch and waited, half paying attention to the Netflix show she’d put on earlier that night. It was difficult to concentrate on anything really when all she could think about was what he was doing and how terribly it was going. Because it was most certainly going badly. They’d both decided earlier that week that it was finally time to let his family know about their relationship and to tell them about the engagement that would no longer come to pass. And while Glenda had offered to go with him, Thorfinn had quickly shut the idea down, well aware that her presence would only make the news more difficult for his parents to swallow. Not that either of them expected the information to go over well.
It was why she now waited for him to come back to her place, becoming more anxious the longer he was gone. Eventually, though, when she’d begun to lightly doze on the couch, head propped up by a hand on her cheek and elbow pressed onto the back of the couch, she heard the door open. She’d given him a key to the flat a few days prior, and when Thorfinn walked in she couldn’t help but notice the rather unhappy expression on his face. “Hey,” he sighed as he walked in, looking tired and a bit worn as he came over to the couch.
“How bad was it?” Glenda asked as he sat down, pausing to press a kiss to her cheek.
“Bad.”
She took his hand in both of hers and brought it to her lips, kissing his knuckles. “I’m sorry.” And she was. Despite not allowing herself to feel guilty about wanting to be with him, she couldn’t help the guilt that came with making his relationship all the more complicated with both his parents, but especially his father.
“Don’t be. It’s not your fault.” And although the corner of his mouth twitched upwards as she tried to comfort him, it was difficult to ignore how shitty the entire situation felt. Glenda remained quiet as he recounted the night, all the while playing with his hand and staying silent, not speaking. And when he finished there was another moment of quiet before she scooted a bit closer, her hand coming up to stroke his cheek, fingers remaining there as she leaned forward and kissed him lightly. One kiss turned into two, and then three, and before she even realized it he’d tugged her onto his lap. It wasn’t hot and their kisses weren’t leading where they usually did; instead they were soft and a bit tender, and Glenda eventually brought a hand up to weave through the hair at the nape of his neck, her other hand moving to his jaw.
“What was that for?” He asked once they pulled away, and she continued to trace little patterns along his jawline.
“I’m just super proud of you,” she answered with a shrug, sounding nonchalant and eliciting an eye roll from him. Thorfinn didn’t answer, and she quickly added, “Tell me how to make it better.” But he didn’t say anything, and she pressed another kiss to his cheek as he wound his arms around her waist, pulling her as closely as he could. And when he burrowed his face in her neck and sighed, she only moved her hands back to his hair, massaging his scalp. They stayed there for a while, occasionally saying something but mostly just drawing comfort from each others presence. And when they eventually made it to bed that night, neither could really regret the step they’d taken and what it meant.
