#undefinedxdina

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Slurred words (Dina)

Send “slurred words” to hear my muse describe yours whilst ridiculously drunk.|Accepting|

Call me angel in the morning babyyy/ just touch my cheek before you leave* …Wait. Describe her? Um, she told people I was hot? That’s how you know she’s good ‘cause she has all the fit model people who look like Oliver Wood but sound like Brad Pitt around and she still talked about me. And we have three furry babies–*looks up* Not real babies. Two half-kneazles Ace and Athena, Coco a little dog…I don’t count Arachne ‘cause she scares her.

And–And I like the way the sun lights up her hair. ==*Pretenders - Angel In The Morning Lyrics |

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I heart your face.

misskassiepierceCareful, Dina will get jealous.

ooc: If this was OOC, hiii *draws two hearts on your face* Does this mean I win?

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Lee's WR Christmas History

Christmas 1999 Surprise-whoops-I-just-came-over-because-I-was-sad-oh-look-mistletoe-kissy-whoa-this-turned-into-Leena-Sex

Christmas 2000 ...I faked my own death. So no parties for me. Secret Santa to everyone because they think I'm dead.  So breakfast with my parents and later quiet stuff with Dina. Did I mention everyone else thinks I'm dead? #IhateBellatrixLestrange

Christmas 2001 WILL IT BE HAPPY? SAD? WHO KNOWS?

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Dear Dina III | Wizard Renegades Verse Filler (Year 2001)

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Dear Dina,

Arachne molted a few days ago. I'm sure you're pleased you missed that. Don't worry, I'll throw out her dry, shed, exoskeleton out before you get a chance to see it.

Besides that, not much has changed...Well, there's one thing, but I'm not sure how to say it.I'll circle back to it later.

 McGonagall's still gone. Owana thinks she's getting close, but who knows at this point? 

Avery and I broke into a muggle toy store. Don't worry. We didn't steal anything. It was just a bit of fun. Jumped on giant toy piano keys. That sort of thing. It was brilliant. And I really needed that.

I can't think of anything else to write besides the thing I said I'd circle back to...And I already mentioned Avery so I'll just do this.I'll write it out.

She suggested I should respond in a public way to Bellatrix's broadcast from a few months ago. She thought I'd be a good fit because of Potterwatch. I dismissed the idea right then and there because I was terrified. Of a suggestion. A thought.

I guess I still am, but...that's why I want to do it.

 I made my parents stage a fake funeral.I lied to you, our friends, my family. and hid. I wear disguise glasses that make me look like a pale, skinny, white boy and put on my best Oliver-Wood-Scottish accent before I leave my house.And sure, the Order and my family know I'm alive now, but in some graveyard there's a headstone with my name chiseled on it. And it was my idea. All of it. 

Bellatrix Lestrange didn't make me do all that. I chose this. I chose it out of... not terror. No words can express how much I fear winding up in that coffin again. Or of someone else suffering because of me.

 If the war started with Diggory's death, then we've been at it for 7 years.  How many others out there are like me?Scared, uncertain or how many people will go or have gone back into hiding. How many are in St. Mungo's because a group of silver-masked monsters won't let go of a corrupted version of history?

I don't know why I'm fortunate enough not to be locked up in a loony bin.Not yet at least. I don't know why any of this happened. I don't know a lot of things. 

I do know I love you. I know I want a future for us. And it can't happen if I stay like this. That's why I'm considering what Avery said. I don't know how or when or even if anyone in the Order will even let me try--I haven't gotten that far. You don't need to worry about anything yet. It's still an idea. 

I had to tell you. 

I'm sorry this isn't in person.I didn't want to get you in trouble.And honestly, I don't know how you'll react to this.

Love,

I'm Sorry I'm Such a Rubbish Boyfriend and I Know Self-deprecation Probably Won't Help Make This Funny BUT I DO LOVE YOU OKAY? 

Lee

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Dear Dina,

I hope it's going swimmingly for you. (Pun intended.) England's all scarf and glove weather now.I've been trying to figure out a way to recycle the busted televisions. I've made a couple of book-ends, paper weights, a vague abstract art mobile metal sculpture, and a thing where I put a toy car in, push it and it zooms down a track.Besides that, there isn't much to tell.

I miss you and I can't wait for your return.

Love,

If You Don't Know Who This Is Then This is Incredibly Awkward

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Dear Dina| (WR Verse Drabble)

I wish I wasn't writing another letter to you that I don't want you to read.It's just...I can't keep talking about my doubts and fears about us. Voicing them, saying the words out loud to you...It's like a slap in the face to you. 

Yes, I want us. I want you. I love you. I want us to have a future, but as long as Bellatrix Lestrange is lurking out there in the shadows and not rotting in a graveyard or a jail...

I'm still stuck. Sixteen months with her in my head? Add one year of being stuck in limbo. How can we move forward when I'm still hiding? 

How can I move forward when I'm terrified? When outside in the sun I have to pretend to be someone else? And even when I'm safe behind magical enchantments here or at my friends' flats or with my family, I know everyone is cataloguing in their minds every difference. I'm competing with the memory of who I was.

I see him sometimes, but it's only when I forget the past, when I'm swept up in a moment of joy or happiness:

Eliza making me dress up like a princess despite my protests and Hayley laughing at her daughter's prowess at tiara straightening. Working with George on a WWW product, star-gazing with Avery,dragon babysitting with Grady, hot tea with Kassie, eating a box of chocolate frogs with Owana and Harry,Quidditch conversations with Ginny...

And when I'm with you, those moments when it's just us and everything seems right.

I can be him in moments, but good moments end. 

I end them--my brain doing whatever the hell it wants and wandering where I don't want it to--or time ends them.

Unfortunately, I can't switch off my head or stop time, rewind time, give time to those people whose time has run out, make the good moments last forever or at least until I can believe I'll be okay. 

The problem is I don't. I know I can't move forward until I can conceive in my mind some kind of future, but when I try all I can think about is...

She didn't kill me. She wasn't done with me. How much more was she expecting me to take? What happens when she finds out I'm not dead? I should say 'if'--'if she finds out,' but she knows me now. She had plenty of time to poke around in my head.What if she's still waiting?What if this is part of her game?

And even if it isn't, I can't hide forever. If she checked with the muggle side of my family, if McGonagall is alive and they've been questioning her, if anyone in the Order is working for them...There's too many cracks in the shield. 

I can pledge you all my love, but I can't promise you a future. I don't dare.

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talk about: 37 & 40

37:Talk about someone you thought you were in love with.

40:Talk about the end of something in your life.

37. (WR Verse) She broke my heart. I forgave her. We tried, but love alone isn’t enough. I hope she’s okay, but I’m with the person I’m suppose to be with now. 

(Canon Lee) Angelina Johnson. I probably hexed any chance I had with her with my overzealous approach. Thank Godric she’s still willing to put up with me as a friend.

40.(WR Verse) …I rather not talk about endings, right now.

(Canon Lee) When Fred died,more people were forced to see what I’d known for a while…They’re brothers. Not clones. And not interchangeable.

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“Feels everywhere!”

"Yeah, let that soak in,"said Lee. His eyes flickered to the gun aimed at him.He tried to keep his voice level.  "And just…take it easy, mate."He thought it was going well. The man appeared to be considering Lee’s words. 

The bartender behind the bar attempted to crawl away. A glass dropped and smashed. The gun-holder’s head turned, a shot cracked through the air, and Lee’s back hit the bar. He slid down.

Someone screamed,”Call 999!” Avery slammed the gun-holder into a table and met his gaze. “Put the gun down and stay here.” He placed the gun on the table and sat in a chair.She let go of him and knelt near Lee.

"What where you thinking?"

"If he shoots you and you heal that would be suspicious?"said Lee. He tried sitting up straighter and hissed. 

"You didn’t think ‘oh, I could get shot’?"said Avery. She lifted his shirt to assess the situation.

"I didn’t get that far…"said Lee exhaling slowly. "I was too distracted by his gun.He was gonna put it down. I saw it.”He held out a hand and pressed his upperback against the bar and tried to move up. “Help me up.”

"What?"

"I’m not letting muggles cut me open. That’s what they do. Someone had a mobile."Avery pulled him up and he groaned. "Aghh.St. Mungo’s, please."

"We have to get away from the muggles before we apparate."

"This is why you were in Ravenclaw…" They started walking and Lee half-laughed.

"I don’t see anything funny about this, Lee."

"I was just thinking Dina’s either going to be worried or she’ll be furious at me."

"Or both."

"Or both."

21. My muse has been shot after trying to protect your muse after a confrontation at a bar.