#vi prompt

[folly-of-arrogance]

This is the House Built on Sin - Alecto & James - 2 Dec 1979

Location: Ministry of Magic, Atrium Time: 11:30am

James really and truly wished that his beloved wife could be pretty much anywhere except here.  She wasn’t even showing yet, but this was the first time since Halloween that they’d been out on a real, true mission for the Order and it was starting to sink in that they were performing duties for the Order while she was carrying the most precious gift that any of them on this Earth, Wizardkind and Muggle alike, could ever hope to receive.  Their baby was nestled safe and trusting in her belly and what were they doing?  Running around as though nothing had changed...

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, shoving his hands back through his unruly black locks.  Trust.  He had to trust her.  He did trust her.  Lily was the smartest person he knew.  She was the brightest witch, she was fantastic at dueling, she was loaded down with various charmed objects and potions of her own design... she was safe and they had a job to do.

‘Focus Potter.  Just fucking Focus.’

Taking a deep breath, he looked around, trying not to roll his eyes at the sight of the statue in the middle of the atrium, though he pretty much always did.  The way that the various non-humans were all gazing with such adoration up at the Wizard.  The House Elf maybe, although Hokey would be just as likely to box his ears as ‘gaze at him with adoration’.  Still, he fished out a galleon and tossed it into the pool with a wish for his wife and mate’s safety.  Couldn’t hurt...

Keeping one hand on his wand in it’s holster at his hip, he turned and surveyed the people around him, only half-listening to Bagnold give her speech.  He was sure it was interesting enough but politics really didn’t interest him much.  If she allowed them to keep trying to fight the Death Eaters, that was good enough in his books.

He was just turning to survey another area when the first shots rang out.  He cursed, his wand in his hand within seconds and a silent shield charm cast around a large group of civilians.  One thing you had to say for Dumbledore, he was rarely wrong on his hunches.

Catching sight of one of the masked assholes, he shot an expelliarmus at her, hoping to get her down and out fast.

[the-hotter-carrow-twin]

Thorycus - Madness or Monsters - Walden & Amycus

Ministry of Magic 30st October, 1979 All Hallow’s Eve Ball

Grinning at Atti as the latter headed off to say hello to a mate, Amycus settled calmly back against the wall and took a sip of his drink.  Master Carrow had told him that he had to attend the Ministry Ball because he wouldn’t be able to. He hadn’t really thought much of it, showing himself off as the Carrow heir was sort of what he did, what he was for.  

This time, however, was different.  Because he wasn’t there to stand beside his Father and smile politely and keep his mouth shut.  He was here with his boyfriend.  And Atti had even wanted to match their costumes.  It felt really, really nice.  Atti had stayed close to him and once Atti had pulled on the super-tight tights, Amycus had peeled him straight back out of them and made them late getting here, though he’d made sure Atti had reason to complain about it.  

Not that his own costume exactly left a lot to the imagination.  The tight-fitting outfit molded along his legs and across his abdomen, leaving his arms bare except for a long red cape.  But he liked the cape and the boots that went straight up to his knees.  The helmet was a little much and Atti had used a spell to grow his blonde hair out longer which was really weird, but Atti had seemed to approve so he wasn’t complaining.

Smacking at a random hand that was running along his bared bicep and sending the woman away with a wince and a pout, he was just lifting his glass to his lips again when he caught sight of Walden heading in his direction.

Grinning, he held up a hand and said, “MacNair.  S’been awhile.”  He took a long sip of his punch, the lights dancing off of his winged helmet as his head ducked down for the drink.  “How’s killing?” he asked conversationally.  He frowned, tilting his head to the side and said, “Aren’t you meant to be in a costume mate?  I thought that wus the whole point of this thing,” he gestured around to the witches and wizards all dressed in varied and sundry costumes.  “We’re meant to be someone other than ourselves yeah?”  

He frowned and said, “I mean... not the other other ourselves, but like... like we dress up as other selves.  Because the other other selves don’t really need to be dressed up in order to do that yeah?  I mean, that wouldn’t make sense because they are ourselves and-”

He broke off, blinked several times, then smiled and took another sip of his drink as he said, “So anaway, costume?”

[vermiculus-incipiens-prompts]

Anticipated Outcomes: Snakes on a Train

This attack has several interesting and varied consequences:

Professor Dumbledore, harshly reminded of the danger Voldemort and his followers pose to the young witches and wizards in his care, decides to rule that no students may be a part of the Order of the Phoenix, which leads Daisy Hookum to make a big decision: choosing between student and Order member, she stubbornly chooses Order member, leaving her Hogwarts life behind.

Several characters are injured, including Sirius Black, whose grave injury severely shakes Regulus’ already faltering loyalty. He begins thinking about something he’s never been brave enough to attempt: betrayal.

Lastly, Evan Rosier’s memory is temporarily lost, which is sure to lead to endless problems for him, frustration for his friends and hilarity for his enemies.

[mycrella-blog]

"Your heart lives in your vagina."

Vi looked over the back of her chair as the comment was thrown at her, eyebrows knitting together as she wondered briefly where that one had come from. All the same, she couldn’t refute the accuracy of it. "Vagina’s are a more reliable guide to follow in my opinion." She eventually replied with a small shrug. "You might want to invest more time into following your vagina too. Trust me, it’s an easy life."

[mycrella-blog]

"Relax, I have a plan." Sam x Vi

"Relax?!" Vi repeated with a loud scoff. She should’ve known that going to a bar on the wrong side of town was a recipe for trouble anyway, but as usual, wherever Sam went she shortly followed. Those were the woes of having a best friend with little disregard for their well-being. Now they were hiding in an alley from five men who of course had recognised her, just as she’d known they would, and somehow any plan that Sam had formed already didn’t sound promising. She was about to go off on one of her usual rants when she saw the silhouette pause at the opening of the back alley, and instead she grabbed his hand. "Running sounds better."