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@startaker ┇ starter call!

“why, look who it is!” comes his cheery call, the echo a soft ripple against the dilapidated walls surrounding them both. from a stone ledge, volo flashes his usual 100,000₽ smile, bracing himself as he climbs down -- the short landing stuck without much trouble. a stone tablet resides between both hands now, handled with so much delicacy one might think he was holding porcelain. “if it isn’t my fellow devoted inquiring mind. come to unearth history with your own two hands just as i have?”

#heyo! hope this is alright; i kept it vague since idk how old/if scholar is still bartering w/the ginkgo guild or not #but with volo being a ruins maniac that he is i imagine theyve at least cross paths Before once or twice at least in passing #im mulling over how volo would feel abt him and hmmm..... knowing volo..... well its nothing good #lmk if you want something different!#ic.#verse: 01 #startaker

@sempervinctus

❛ Hush. And stop moving. I’m almost done. ❜

It’s a lie, of course. He’s always been shit at healing spells. It’s more Lupin’s talent– softer, nobler– Sirius is the fighter, and he likes it that way. But that won’t help him here. A panicked search with his eyes finds no Remus on the battlefield, no one qualified to take this responsibility– and the consequences that come with failure– from him. He mutters what charms he can remember under his breath, and it occurs to him that his hands should be trembling. It’s cold, after all. Maybe it’s his friend’s blood that’s keeping them warm. Funny, he thinks. How bright and red it all looks in the snow. Like a painting. God. Why is she still bleeding? ❛ We have to move, Lils. Hold on to me, all right? ❜ He’s not bad at apparition, but doing it for two is always a gamble. He gives her hand a squeeze and closes his eyes. Now or never.

❛ Liar ❜ She can’t be quite sure if he hears her, because she can’t be sure if she actually spoke. perhaps she merely moved her lips, thought the sentence from the back of her mind, a mind that was rapidly trying to process what was happening and how to fix it.

how did she fix it? it was odd, really -- she had always been good at healing spells, had made sure she had an abundance of them in her repertoire. ironic, that she was unable to heal herself. she could barely hold her hand over her wound. or maybe, sirius was the one doing that.

She barely understands what he’s saying, green eyes lulling closed. She feels like a toddler fighting sleep -- forcing her eyes open at the last second. She had to stay awake, had to FOCUS.

❛ dittany ❜ he needed to know that, even though she didn’t quite know what that was at the moment. something important.

she let out a strangled cry as he moves to shoulder her weight, arm slung over his neck as she holds onto her side. she wasn’t in the proper state to apparate herself, but side-along apparition --- if she got splinched -- well, that might be it for her.

then again, if they stayed, she would bleed out. the perfect catch-22.

❛ do it ❜

#sempervinctus #verse: 01

let’s get you cleaned up. (Alastor)

Therapy Sentence Starters || No longer accepting

“It’s just a bit of blood.” She was a bit too calm about all of this, really – then again, perhaps that was the shock. Because, despite training (on her own, in school, with her friends in school, with him when she’d joined the Order), she hadn’t really been prepared for battle. For some sort of magical pipebomb to go off in the Underground. For so many muggles to —

“I don’t even think it’s mine.”

#verse: 01 #iustusetpeccator #post: all queued up

❛ Don’t let the bastards grind you down. ❜

Between gritted teeth and forced calm breaths, she can’t help the bitter laugh at the back of her throat. The false blase attitude -- well, it is Dorcas, so she doubts it’s false -- but the joke, as if they were’t at war, as if it was just some arse at school -- as if they weren’t covered in blood, both theirs and others -- well, it was hard not to laugh at it. Her grimace turns into a dark sort of smile, and she lets out a breath.

“Thanks for the pep talk, Dor.”

#verse: 01 #killedbyvoldemort #post: answered ask

Going into hiding.

Or I wish. If only I hadn't to actually work or if I didn't risk starving to death if I did. My low tolerance for bullshit might be nearing its limit, though, so maybe I should probably work on my cooking skills and start gathering supplies before doing just that.

#starter #starter: 01 #verse: 01

❝ MADISON MONTGOMERY? F a n c y seeing you in a place like New Orleans. ❞

{ One who is already accustomed to abruptly witnessing the significant author go to great lengths just to acquire a quality story would instantly assume that this little encounter is no mere coincidence that has unexpectedly been dealt by the rather nimble digits of an otherworldly playing card dealer. Surely they would swiftly conclude that the t w i n k l i n g specks of oh-so-radiant light that reside in a distorted sea of navy blue and grape purple have scheduled it to inevitably transpire. It just so happens that they are absolutely incorrect as she is presently in town with her husband for a much needed getaway. So, this is quite the pleasant s u r p r i s e to suddenly receive. }

#thefineartofbitchcraft #Verse: 01 #m: pre 04 #{ hope this works! }

❝ Kirby, isn't it? The one my husband a l m o s t pulled over the other day. ❞

{ Both corners of bubblegum lipstick painted lips not so discretely curl up to permit the smuggest of smiles to appear on her visage. }

❝ Mind answering a few questions? ❞

#genrenut #Verse: 01 #m: 04 #{ Hello! ^.^ }