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It was like a terrible nightmare that she couldn’t wake up from. One moment she was casting her patronus to get rid of the dementor sucking away at Molly, and the next she was surrounded by at least five. Their faceless veils opened like black holes as each one whipped around her taking whatever she had saved up. She could tell she was no longer standing, but rather down on her knees trying so hard to hold on to any happy thought whether it be real or not. Lucy didn’t even feel the sting from landing so hard on them...all she felt was empty. Her brothers no loner wanted to be apart of her life because she was “different”. Her parents disowned her because she didn’t return back to the muggle world to get a regular muggle job. Augustus and Poppy were no longer speaking to her because she had tried too hard to get them back together. No longer was she a strong and able bodied young woman. Right now she was a tall and scrawny little girl who didn’t know how to work her own limbs. She was alone, in a dark apartment watching the news when an owl swooped in through the window to deliver the Daily Prophet. The title read that the wizarding world had collapsed into darkness and mudbloods were now considered wanted. It was only a matter of time before they found her and killed her.

A blue light broke the scene of events in her mind, but she no longer had the strength to keep her eyes open. Another student must have cast it, or even a professor if any of them were still alive. But with that thought, a single tear ran down her cheek at the images of dead bodies all around her cluttered her mind. How could she have let this happen? She had practiced so many times in class and read so many books on it. She felt prepared going into battle and yet there she was next to Molly unable to move. She wished she could reach out to the red head and comfort her, but there just wasn’t enough life left in her body to do it. She was so tired, and the thought of crying herself to sleep seemed ideal. There she laid with eyes closed, skin pale and body seeming to be lifeless feeling the vibrations of feet run past her. There were no sounds though, just the slow beat of her heart keeping her awake yet dead.

#unmanagedevent1 #//pretty short but hey #//you get the point #tw:dead bodies

Peter had never felt like he was brave --- had never felt like he deserved to wear a red-and-gold tie, and in that moment he was sure that he was anything but brave. Because Peter’s instincts were being very clear about one thing: he had to get out of there. Get out, because he could not breathe, and he needed to be alone. Selfish and cowardly, that’s what he was as he rushed through the crowds, probably stepping on a few toes and hands as he went, but not paying attention, because all that mattered was him getting out. His breathing became somewhat calmer when he saw the doors getting closer, and he felt almost relieved --- but then he crashed into someone. “No no no, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, could I just -- sorry, I need to go, I’m sorry.”

#panic attack tw #unmanagedstart #unmanagedevent1 #IGNORE THE KNIFE OMG hes not threatening your character #even though he's kind of being a dick rn

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“Fucking stupid lipstick, and stupid damn hair...” Lucy cursed into the bathroom mirror as she tried again to pin her hair back and get her make up on. For two hours now she had been priming and primping herself for this bloody ball and not once did she seem satisfied with what she saw staring back at her. Poppy had been kind enough to let her borrow a dress- a foreign item that Lucy liked to avoid. It was a beautiful A-line chiffon lavender dress with off the shoulder sleeves that showed off her prominent collar bone. The length was perfect for her height, and the chiffon hugged every curve on her body. It wasn’t revealing, but it sure made her feel uncomfortable.

Finally deciding that all of this preparing wasn’t worth it, Lucy finally decided to make her way down to where the ball was being held. As she left the bathroom though, she could instantly feel a drop in temperature which was odd for the castle. Usually it kept the same constant setting unless you were down in the dungeons where things were a bit cooler due to the stone walls and lack of windows. Goosebumps covered her exposed skin as she hurried down the hall to join her friends. As she reached the stairs though, a scream echoed down the hall. And then multiple screams began to rumble against the stone walls. Without hesitation she kicked off her heels, threw her purse and began to run toward the Great Hall. Any of those screams could be coming from one of her friends which fueled her to move even faster. As she reached the entrance, a strong wave of grief took hold of the muscle in her chest. The icy cold temperature should had been enough to clue her in, but it wasn’t until she saw the tall and slender figures seamlessly flat around the room taking any bit of life they could from her fellow peers. The cold tile stung the bottoms of her feet, yet she ran straight on trying to look for a familiar face.

#unmanagedevent1 #omg #these feels #she spent so long trying to look pretty