#wolfwithin

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

@wolfwithin sent: 🗡

                   ˜”*°•.      The  blade’s  tip  pressed  cold  against  her  skin .  Eyes  locked  on  the  other’s ,  corner  of  the lips  curling  upwards  into  something  that  might’ve  been  a  smirk .  ❝ Do  it . ❞  The  words  left  her  mouth  like  a  dare,  low  and  provocative,  lingering in  the  space  between  them.   ❝ Or  are  you  too  afraid ? ❞  She  leaned  in  ever  so  slightly,  the  movement  subtle  yet  deliberate,  as  if  inviting  danger  even  closer.   All  the  while  ,  her  fingers  moved  discretely ,  sliding  toward  the  pocket  of  her  dress .  Still ,  she  didn’t  look  away ,  not  even  when  she  felt  its  handle  against  her  fingers , not  when  she  grabbed  it ,  pulled  it  out   to  aim  at  the  other’s  stomach .

[rh4egar]

@wolfwithin SENT AN OWL. ❛  I like to watch them. They fill me with joy.  ❜ | prompt.

the first years are greeted by nagini's draconic song, soaring above the great lake; kissed by the gentle moonlight, emerald scales appeared nigh black, only slitted rubies glint in the night like two pits of fire. the gargantuan she-beast appears and the children involuntarily show their courage, some screamed, ducked deep / others cheered. the faceless dragon guarding hogwarts having long since become nagini.

the dragon circled them thrice before disappearing into the night, defeaning wingbeats growing more distant each passing second. a gentle ghost of a smile kissed handsome features, slytherin's heir never growing weary of the sight. new students begining their journey of learning, and seven years pass so quickly, once an emergent witch or wizard, then bordering into adulthood, carving a path for themselves. and gaunt remained in lithic halls, never aging a day.

❝ look at them —– young eagles, serpents, badgers and lions. ❞ soft tones rarely heard from the head of the sacred twenty-eight, ever regal in his composure. old he may be, but rhaegar still knew the feeling of crossing that lake, seeing the great hall for the first time. each year gaunt hoped the first years shared his wonder, hold onto it for years to come as he had. ❝ to another successful year of study. ❞

[lupiinee]

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remus was watching enraptured as the report came from kingsley's mouth , but he would not deny that his eyes drifted , just ever so often , to the bright pink haired witch to kingsley's left . his expression remained still , but he couldn't help it . his chest felt tight every time she caught his eye . but then , he felt a hand curl around his own && give it a SQUEEZE . glancing around to inspect lyra carefully . she looked anxious , her eyes swimming slightly . her fingers curved around his hand even further , && remus squeezed in return , casting a glance towards her . he was so enraptured with his own thoughts that he had not realised the trepidation that she was clearly emanating . beside her , severus was stiff && unmoving , && remus understood immediately .

he leaned forward , just as kingsley had finished && whispered . ❝ there is no shame in finding love in dark times , ❞ he assured her . ❝ find it && hold ONTO it . ❞ // @wolfwithin

⨳ — SEND 💖 TO HOLD MY MUSE’S HAND;

[thechosengryffindor-archive]

“ we have no choice… “ from @wolfwithin

"I've been told that my entire life thanks." There's a hard look in Harry's green eyes, his fingers clenching his wand so tightly that he's sure there's going to be red marks. The young wizard is furious, and he'd never been very good at hiding his temper when he's angry.

"But I think there's always a choice.

[faithwounded]

@wolfwithin || liked for a starter from narcissa

&&&. porcelain fingers provide little contrast to the dainty china they raise to immaculately painted lips. even the press against the rim would not dare smudge the cosmetic. narcissa does not need the money she could gain by selling the charms she uses to preseve her presentation; the air of being untouchable is far more valuable.

"i appreciate you making the time to see me, healer reed."

the faint scent of medicinal herbs stings her nostrils; it has been some years since narcissa has set food inside the medical ward at hogwarts. even when she attended, it was rare she found herself needing the services of a healer. several of her own hexes had placed others in the ward.

"as i'm sure you are aware, our family has had some troubling experiences recently. i have been in touch with severus regarding draco's academic performance, and he recommended i speak to you. he thought you might be able to provide some insight as to his welfare in other areas."

teacup returns to saucer with delicate chink, and ankles cross neatly by the leg of her chair. the hem of her robes where they fall just below her knees dare not crease despite the movement. every aspect of her movement and demeanour is precisely controlled, and the cold has settled into her very bones as she tries to balance protecting her family reputation, and protecting her son.

[svjetllost]

The potion bubbled softly in the corner. He had checked its surface—now silvery, with pale strands swirling through it. It would be ready in a matter of hours. More precisely, at daybreak.

Candlelight flickered against the cavernous walls, stretching shadows over the towering stacks of books, each meticulously placed in its designated corner. The faint, intricate patterns on the worn rug at the center of the room were barely visible in the dim glow.

"Debts… Have you made an oath?" His voice was quiet, but edged with something unreadable. If this was merely a matter of misguided sentiment—some foolish notion that she owed a favor—that was one thing. But if she had bound herself to another, if a promise had been made in blood or magic, that was something else entirely. And he knew precisely how such things tended to unravel.

"I’d advise you—though I doubt you’d listen. You never do." A pause, a faint curl of his lip. "But let it go." Simple advice. And yet, he could already predict the response—some stubborn, self-righteous declaration of principle, of honor. As if such things had ever saved anyone.

"Are you in trouble?" His dark gaze flickered toward her, unreadable. "The potion will be done soon. But beyond that—" his voice dropped, just slightly, "is there something else?"

wolfwithin asked: that's a debt i'll never be able to repay. for severus snape, / MEME - always accepting!

[hatigave-a]

@wolfwithin​  said  :    “  you want to tell me something—  i can see it.  so you might as well speak.  ”         ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯         for Gilderoy 

             BUTTERFLY STRETCHES ITS WINGS       .           flutters through the sky without a regard for the sun’s warmth.   if it is to burn him,   so be it.  author moves his hands,   strokes a lock of blond hair from his own face     (     leaves a smudge of lilac ink in finger’s wake.   )      ❝  oh     DARLING      !       you and me both know that  when   i have something to say,   i will not be silenced.  ❞   laughter fills the space around them,   a hand reaching out to her,   ignoring stained fingertips in favour of dropping it almost instantly.  patting the cushion at his side. 

❝  what a peculiar thing to say,  ALMOST AS IF YOU WISH TO HEAR MORE OF ME.    one can not blame you,  sweet flower.   after all,  the world always wants to hear me speak   !   ❞

[varyingstorms]

@wolfwithin​​ liked for a starter

     &&&. “well...professor snape suggested that unless i wanted to lose house points for wandering the halls during class time, then i should at least attempt to find some excuse. hence...” vials of various potions produced from pockets and sleeves of her robes, flourished before the healer. clinks and clatters echo through the room as she clumsily arranges them on the nearest surface. “i’ll even take requests back with me, so i have an excuse on the way back.”