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Come back!! :(
OOC: Oh little grey, I'm so sorry to disappoint you! It breaks my heart that this happened, and I hate letting people down, and I'm so embarrassed about having to leave. :( I think I will reapply, but I'm just not sure I can right at this moment. But I love every one in the RP & I will always stalk their paras. <3 Hopefully I will be back soon!
Is cheating ever okay?
NEVER. If you're so unhappy in a relationship, leave. Don't hurt yourself, or your partner.
Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?
No. Whatever happens, happens for the best.
Who are you looking forward to seeing?
All of our missing members. Godric protect them.
Character questions
1. Who was the last person you held hands with? 2. Are you outgoing or shy? 3. Who are you looking forward to seeing? 4. Are you easy to get along with? 5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you? 6. What kind of people are you attracted to? 7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now? 8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind? 9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable? 10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?
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Tea & Intel || Minerva & Regulus [Down the Rabbit Hole]
Missing. Gone. Disappeared. Vanished.
No matter how many times Minerva tried to describe the situation that now plagued the Order, she couldn't wrap her head around it. The Death Eaters had taken five of the Order's own. Five. The enemy had plucked them up, as though they were fruit ripe for harvest. All of the other Order members were quickly searching through the shadows, dredging up any and all information available, but stuck at Hogwarts, Minerva felt helpless in continuing the search. After all, she couldn't leave the grounds to go combing through the wizarding world's underbelly-- not after the Imperius incident, with her guard compromised.
Ever since Minerva had heard the news about the kidnappings, she'd frantically tried to come up with a way to help the order without rousing suspicion from those outside of the Order. Although she couldn't leave Hogwarts, it didn't mean that Minerva couldn't contribute to the investigation from the castle instead.
Which was why Minerva had invited Regulus Black to tea. More accurately, Minerva had demanded that the young Black take tea with her. Minerva hated turning a student-- albeit a Death Eater student-- into an interrogation, but the situation had grown more desperate as each lead turned into a dead end. I'll beg forgiveness from Dumbledore later, but for now, I can't leave anything up to chance.
It could prove to be yet another wild goose chase, but Minerva would pursue it anyway.
A knock sounded at her office door, and Minerva took her place behind her desk, making a steeple of her hands as though she were praying, though Minerva was far from religious. Godric help me.
"Come in."
☁ - if you want my muse to write yours a sad letter
Mr. Rosier,
I wish I were writing you under different circumstances. I wish that you’d chosen another path. I worry for your safety; you were always so brilliant in school, and I had high hopes for you.
-M. McGonagall
Student & Teacher || Prompt: Barty
The only satisfaction Barty took away from this endeavor, was the fact that his Professor had been far more damaged than he himself. With quaking breaths he braced the wall and drew himself upwards finally, even as one of the Order members scooped Minerva into their arms and disapparated with her. In a futile attempt to wound the retreating coward- he shot a hex that blasted the strong mans shoulder- but only managed a grazing blow. He was frustrated beyond belief, but he could not for the life of him keeping steady anymore.
With the last fleeting amounts of his strength, he too receded into the dark and after what seemed like ages, found himself within the confines of his flat once more. He would have to stay here for some time, to heal- to take care of his wounds on his own, to wallow in the anguish he felt for having succumb to that filthy womans words. With anger in his movement, he threw off his cloak- without the use of magic, and tore his mask from his own face. What little he had on the walls was the means of his release as he began to tear things down, the site of his wounds rather gnarled and looking quite terribly despite the rage he expelled upon his meager belongings.
He was like a cage animal, rattling against it’s bars, but when all was said and done- and he laid within the midst of his mess, Barty’s shoulders finally collapsed, giving way to the furious tears that finally broke the edges of his eyes. “ I’m not.. a c-coward.. “ - The blonds breathing heaved as dirty hands rose to tangle themselves in his curls, beating the heels of his hands into his head,” He did..not raise a coward. Not a coward. “ - the youth whined as he slowly doubled over in pain and crumpled onto his side. It was here that the flashes hit him in the face like searing hot irons to the flesh.
It’s just an animal Bartemius. Don’t be such a Coward.
I can’t dare to look at you. You’re a disgrace, such cowardice is unbefitting of this family.
“ I’m not a coward.. “ - The young Crouch mumbled as he slowly, and at last- fell unconscious from the weight of the pain of his wounds.
Indiscretions || Minerva & Edgar
Finally catching her eye, it warmed Edgar’s heart to see the smile on Minerva’s face. A gesture as simple as an honest smile was always enough to lift his spirits and already he was feeling better than he had in a while.
Minerva went on to thank him, admitting to him that she wasn’t fine. It was a relief to hear it, as bad as it sounded, but he knew that neither of them would be able to get past this if they didn’t first admit that they weren’t alright.
She continued to speak and Edgar let a soft smile of his own fall on his lips. Though he was reluctant to accept compliments, still having difficulty believing that he had no choice in the matter, it still felt nice to be called a ‘good man’ and to hear the sincerity in her voice as she said it. At least there is one person who truly believes that.
Nodding slightly as she spoke, he said, “I – Thank you for saying that. It’s…” I want to believe it. “I’m glad your opinion on me hasn’t changed, despite our…encounter.” He gave an embarrassed chuckle, suddenly feeling self-conscious. “The same goes for you, I don’t think any less of you because of this.” She’s right, we were both victims here. I didn’t have to sell myself but it would never have crossed my mind if I hadn’t been imperiused. We’re victims. The words still sounded like excuses to him, but he was slowly starting to convince himself of their truth. It was progress.
These thoughts were interrupted by her question and his half-smile faltered. Already his breath hitched and he shot a suspicious glance at the surrounding patrons. Ever since the curse had been lifted he had barely left home except to go to work. Besides that he had avoided going out in public if at all possible. He felt ridiculous, but even before he had been cursed recent events had increased his anxieties and he had been experiencing frequent panic attacks. Being imperiused had just given him the final tap that had him too terrified to stray far from home.
Today had been an exception, as he knew he had needed to talk with Minerva and his fear of what might come of this talk was enough to override his paranoia. Unfortunately her comment had brought it back full-force and he instantly felt surrounded by potential threats.
“Uh – No – No, I didn’t see anything. I-” Rubbing his brow, he tried to push back the sudden insecurity. “Everything was going well – I was just at work – and then suddenly I, well I was cursed. I didn’t see anything suspicious, I haven’t got a clue who did it.” It was this that frightened him most. Whoever had cursed him knew who he was, had targeted him for one reason or another, and he didn’t have a single clue who it could have been. They were still out there, they could do it again at any time, they could make him do something worse.
His knee bounced even more violently as he looked around once again. Stop it! I doubt they’re here, so just calm down! You’re here to talk to Minerva, so just do that and stop thinking about what might happen. Nothing is going to happen, and people will notice this time if it does. Giving a sigh, he ran a trembling hand through his hair, doing his best to calm himself down.
Focusing his attention back on Minerva, he shook his head. “Yeah – Sorry, I really don’t know. It could have been anyone at the ministry.” Looking at her with a fleeting hope, he asked, “You didn’t see anything? Nothing at all?”
Minerva's grip on her water tightened, and she felt her humiliation and anger bubble to the surface as Edgar confessed he wasn't sure who could have cursed them. Ever since Dumbledore had released Minerva from the Imperius Curse, her anger and hatred simmered, always ready for her to call upon, ready to overflow and take control. Instead of shielding away from the feelings, Minerva twisted them around, using them to provide the drive and focus needed to discover who had done this to the Order Members.
She hadn't been kidding when she told Moody that she would make whomever cursed them pay.
Minerva noticed Edgar's wary glances, the way his knee bounced up and down nervously. The teacher side of her wanted to comfort him, to tell him that everything would work out alright and that all they had to do now was to focus and retrace their steps. She wanted to talk him through this nervousness-- Merlin knows she'd experienced many times before-- but after their recent encounter, she supposed it was best to let him figure it out himself. Poor lad. He didn't deserve this.
She cringed internally at the hopeful note in his tone, but made sure to keep her expression steady. She wished she could provide him with the answer, to ease his anxiety--hell, to ease everyone's anxiety. Ever since the incidence, the Order patrols had doubled, and everyone was ready to curse at the slightest provocation.
"I didn't see anything," Minerva confirmed softly. "All I remember is stopping by the Three Broomsticks, just before the term started, to grab some butterbeer and a few Gillywaters to take back to my quarters in the castle." Minerva closed her eyes, trying to put herself in that moment. She remembered the excitement she'd felt for the start of the new term, the building anticipation from greeting new students and introducing them to their Hogwarts years, as well as the ongoing list of duties she had needed to tend to at the castle.
"After I left the Three Broomsticks, I felt... strange. I couldn't put my finger on it at the time, but suddenly I felt all of my focus drain away. Now that I think about it, I felt that way as soon as I left the Hogsmeade boundaries."
Opening her eyes, she caught Edgar's glance. "My best guess is a Ministry worker that may live near Hogsmeade, or that visited Hogsmeade around the first of the term. But who knows?"
Prompts
Some prompts to send around!
☁ - if you want my muse to write yours a sad letter
❀ - if you want my muse to write yours a grateful letter
☣ - if you want my muse to write yours a warning letter
❦ - if you want my muse to write yours a loving letter
✂ - if you want my muse to write yours an unsent letter
Of knights and damsels in distress. || Augustus and Minerva || 6th of September 1978
He didn’t like all of this. He didn’t like the tone she used to speak to him. He didn’t like the look she gave him. He wondered what was going really on. Was it a potion? A spell? A strange disease? For sure it wasn’t normal for Minerva to act like that, and he had proof of it when she made him that compliment. Not that he had never received one before, but he knew the woman in front of him, he had spent years following her lessons – almost stalking her, some people would have said – and he knew that this kind of behaviour was not her usual one. It was like if she was going on with no brakes at all, unable to separate her inner self from her outer one. A hot one. God’s sake! What she really didn’t need was a drink.
“No, I am sorry. I don’t have any alcohol.” He lied with the naturalness deriving from years of experience, well knowing that the cabinet in his living room was stocked with some good Firewhiskey and Brandy. “In my experience the best thing to cure hangovers is a good strong coffee.” Not another drink for sure. He watched her coming close without flinching, but he pushed himself away from the table when she actually touched him. He couldn’t ignore his body’s response to her attentions, and he knew she hadn’t missed it as well. Still, he didn’t want to give in to his instincts. It might have sounded strange for someone that only knew about his reputation, someone that didn’t know anything about his moral. Augustus had an ethic about sex and women and he never – as he had wrote in his owl to Moody – never had sex with women that were not lucid enough to understand what was going on. And Minerva obviously wasn’t.
He stood up abruptly, his chair falling to the ground, and took a few steps backwards. “No.” his voice was calm but determined. He was not going to do this. “You probably do not realize this, but you’re not completely in your mind, and I do not want to help you falling even lower than you already did. I won’t ‘have fun’ with you.” He gave her a stern look. Getting drunk to her bones and having random sex with strangers was one thing, but sleeping with a former student – someone with a reputation like him, it was something different. “I won’t help you doing something you might regret later. I am sorry, I’m not up for this. I think you need to get your clothes.” He kept a safe distance between them, eyeing her worriedly. He really hoped that she didn’t try the age card – “Is this because I am old?” – as he has seen women doing that before, and he found it extremely embarrassing for himself and degrading for them. But there were many worse thing she could do – like dropping her bathrobes on the floor, for example – Good Lord, I don’t even want to think of it. She just needs to get dressed and go back to Hogwarts, and hopefully tomorrow she’ll be fine.
At Augustus's 'no alcohol' comment, Minerva's lips pursed angrily together, her brow furrowing in distaste. "Pity. I do like a good shot to wake me up in the morning, especially after an... interesting night."
However, at his downright refusal, Minerva's lips curled into a 'know-it-all' grin. Of course he would say no the first time to her advances. They hadn't kept in contact after Augustus's graduation from Hogwarts-- they were a busy pair: Minerva, preoccupied with Order work and preparing for the school years, and Augustus... well, being mysterious and shagging other ladies. Minerva would have been more surprised if he'd said yes immediately. But she liked to play the game.
Minerva tossed her head back and laughed. A small portion of her mind screamed that he'd insulted her, and a few old insecurities wiggled their way into her conscience. Am I too fat for him? Not attractive enough? Does he not like my hair? Silly, taunting emotions that made Minerva seem like a school girl again.
Then another thought hit her, as sharp as a slap in the face.
Maybe he doesn't think I'm as... experienced... as he is. Not that he needs to know that's true, but perhaps he doesn't think I can live up to the challenge.
Something in the back of Minerva's mind whispered that this was the reason, and that she'd only have to push a little further before he'd readily accept her.
At this, Minerva straightened her spine and met Augustus's gaze, ready to meet the challenge head on. "I'm completely in my mind, Mr. Rookwood," she answered. "Other than the fact that I find you exceedingly attractive. And, dearest, you may not think that you're 'up for this', but at least one part of you seems up." At the last part, she glanced quickly at his groin, again grinning, before looking back to his eyes.
Keeping his gaze, she slowly slipped the robe off her shoulders, allowing an ample amount of cleavage, and a flash of leg.
"Don't be difficult, Augustus. Just relax, and I'll take care of you."
Dear Augustus,
Dear Augustus,
I left my underwear at your flat.
-M. McGonagall
Ms. McGonagall,
I checked my flat twice and I didn’t find anything. I am pretty sure you took it when you left.
- Augustus Rookwood
Mr. Rookwood, My apologies. I suppose I misplaced them elsewhere.
-M. McGonagall
Dear Augustus,
Dear Augustus, I left my underwear at your flat. -M. McGonagall
Dear person I hate,
To the Son of a Bitch that Imperius'd Me,You will regret what you did. I will make you pay.
Dear future me
Dear Future Minerva,Stay strong, & keep your head high. Don't let anyone shake you. You will survive.Sincerely,Present Minerva
Dear Dougal,
Dear Dougal, I wish I could have told you the truth. That's the one thing in my life I regret above everything else: lying to you. You deserve so much more than what I gave you. I know that we promised never to lie to each other-- I'm sorry to say that i broke that promise.I didn't refuse your proposal because I mdidn't love you. I refused it because I'm a witch.//after writing the last sentence, Minerva stopped, stared at the words, and then promptly hid the parchment in her desk.
