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“Yeah, I wanted to talk to you about a top-up of my wolfsbane potion supply?” The full moon was coming soon, after all, and Regulus was so close by...
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“Yeah, I wanted to talk to you about a top-up of my wolfsbane potion supply?” The full moon was coming soon, after all, and Regulus was so close by...
@xbadusernameherex liked for a thing !!
“Honestly I wish I had killed your father when I was last there,” Charlie grumbled after appearing in the trailer, leaning against the bench and holding up a bag. “I brought food this time.”
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Jack looked up with a sheepish grin on his face, okay, maybe he had said that out loud. “Straight people -- they scare me a little,” He jokes. “But I’m alright.”
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@xbadusernameherex: “I excel at not giving a shit.” (Grey @ his dad in the SW au)
Tony let out a sharp laugh. “I wonder where you got that from.” he mumbled just loud enough for him to hear. Tony had never really been a worrier before, especially when it came to other people, but he couldn’t help it when it came to Grey. He had done everything he could to ensure that Greys origins remain unknown to everyone but a very select few. It would be too dangerous if the wrong people found out. “That’s an excellent train to have - really. Unfortunately, most people do - to an extreme degree.”
@xbadusernameherex | Finn and Henrik
The cemetery was a maze, made ever more difficult by his exhaustion. He wheezed and coughed, struggling for breath that didn’t satisfy. He’d tried to fight them off, but a single witch was no match for an entire coven.
Henrik knew the spell was killing him, and slowly. He’d already died once before and the thought of doing it again was terrifying, so he tried to instead focus on just getting out and away, as far as he could. He wouldn’t let the coven that so hated his family consecrate him and have his power.
His foot slipped and the hard ground rushed to meet him. He struggled and couldn’t get to his feet. Henrik’s voice croaked as he used the last of his breath and energy to call out the names of all his siblings as loud as he could, desperately dragging himself and hoping against hope that at least one was nearby. He didn’t want to be alone. He didn’t want to die at all.
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“Yeah, very sure . . . absolutely sure. I would definitely tell you if something weird happened.”
❛ scoot over. ❜ zeus held no pretense of politeness, slipping onto the bench next to prometheus with a scowl furrowing his brows. the potions professor was busy with another student, and zeus was taking his chance to catch up. ❛ help me fix this potion, and i won’t send you back to your common room again tonight when i inevitably catch you as i do my rounds. ❜
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@xbadusernameherex sent in a Kidnapped meme: “I’m here- I’m here, now” (Mary uwu)
John’s head ached, and while the world blurred around the edges, the headache at least allowed him to push out the ache in the rest of his body. He’d fought back- but these things weren’t...human. Literally, their eyes- he could still see the change in their eyes when he closed his own. He wanted to deny it hard, and if it wasn’t for the very real pain of his injuries, he’d believe this was all a bad nightmare. Or a flashback that got twisted. But none of this fit what he experienced in the war, none of this was quite right.
Maybe he’d just gone insane, and he was sitting in some alleyway somewhere- that seemed a hell of a lot more plausible. You heard stories of veterans just snapping.
But her voice- her voice. His head shot up, and he found himself running his eyes over every piece of her, trying to find any evidence that something was wrong, that she wasn’t who she said she was, or she wasn’t real. This was Mary, Mary was here and this was real and-
“What the fuck is going on?”