House Lopez; We're Always Coming

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Durmstrang + Blindey

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Lucy tilted her head to the side in curiosity as she heard her companion call for someone’s attention, wondering if maybe she was going to ask for directions or help, but instead there was another strange whoosh of air, it didn’t really make a sound but the disturbance rippled in the air surrounding them. Now she was really, really curious about what was going on, making her frustration grow at not being able to see. “Oh, hogwarts?”. She asked with a smile, only to shake her head with a serious expression a moment later. “Absolutely no idea what that is”. 

Without much thought, her hand was already reaching out, searching for the woman’s. It gave her a strange sense of comfort, the strong presence of Santana felt reassuring in the midst of such darkness. It was strange, here she was god knows where, and the simple contact of a hand holding her own stopped any possible panic. “Since you seem to know more than I do, I’ll just follow your lead. Please don’t try to play me, as I have stated before I am not above using violence”. She said with a toothy grin, reaching down for her previously discarded backpack and white cane, unfolding it with practiced ease. “Okay, what now?”.

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Santana frowned at the cane, tempted to ask what it was for but then again..now really wasn’t the time. So she turns on her heel and just gently tugs Lucy along “Now we move” she says “Fast” she adds, seeing the student stirring on the ground. She links her fingers with Lucy’s firmly pressing the rough pads of hers to the back of the much softer hand “Come” she urges, trying to be considerate of the fact that Lucy wouldn’t know where she was going especially now but still keep a good pace she eventually settles on stopping and pulling Lucy to a stop with her, pressing the trophy to her chest “Hold” she beckons, then swiftly but gently taking the odd pack from Lucy’s back and putting it on as she had done. She would carry her to make pace. They needed to reach Dumbledore, time was of the essence and if some students were already around that meant they didn’t have much time at all.

When they were ready she picked up a swift pace, her impressive muscles aiding her in both carrying Lucy and also maintaining a good quick stride, she just makes sure to hold onto Lucy extra tight so she doesn’t drop or lose her. She couldn’t stop for a medical visit right now and she wouldn’t stop until they found Dumbledore, who as it happened, was perusing the halls until he collided with a young Durmstrang with a girl in her arms.

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In the Dead of Night || Shifter + Shifter

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Feeling mighty proud with the results of her efforts, Lucy turned around, ready to bark, hap or something in celebration, but she was cut short when suddenly a foreign object poked her in the eye, making the young wolf cry out more in shock than pain. Bowing her head down close to the ground, she rubbed at her eye with a furry paw until her vision cleared, snorting once and shaking her head. She was fine.

It was strange, but she could’ve sworn there was concern swimming inside the cub’s eyes and Lucy wished at that very moment that she could talk, only to reassure her new found friend that everything was okay, but alas, all she could do was yap quietly and paw at the blanket again, bobbing her head up and down as an invite, before turning on her back, shamelessly wriggling her furry body side to side.

Was she being silly? Yes. Did she care in the slightest? No, as long as it got the kitten to lay with her before the temperature dropped even further.

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Hesitantly Santana approached the blanket, standing next to where the pup lay feeling the softness of the blanket under her paws she begins kneading it purring quietly as she did. It was definitely more comfortable than the leaves or branches she would of slept in if she didn’t find this new friend and with that thought she turned and slowly lowered herself into a neat ball

She chuffs her amusement at her companions behaviour and reached a paw out once more, resting it on a patch of fur that quite honestly she wasn’t sure where it was from. It could be the pups chest but she suspected it was stomach because of the softness and lack of anything firm under her claws. Claws that she was tempted to let out just a little to scratch the fur again since they’d both enjoyed that before.

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In the Dead of Night || Shifter + Shifter

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With every step closer that the cat took, Lucy’s excitement grew and it was so, so hard not to simply start jumping up and down like a maniac, her tiny companion seemed very skittish and the last thing she wanted was to scare it away. Under the bright moonlight she could see better and how wrong she had been to call this creature a cat, yellow eyes widened as they took in the spotted fur and the paws that were all too big for a normal cat, and then there were the eyes, the warmest brown she had ever seen, but the most intriguing were the bright rings around the iris, so pretty and at the same time dangerous looking. All in all this… panther cub, was beautiful.

The flattening of the tiny ears didn’t escape her notice, and the pup whined lowly in apology, she could be very easily excitable and had failed to notice how loud she was being, which was stupid and downright dangerous, Lucy realized. The cub meowed again and she wanted to melt, it was just too adorable and made her want to wrap herself around the fluffy creature, but instead stayed in place, watching with curiosity as a paw neared her chest, small but dangerous looking claws combing through her fur gently, making Lucy relax a bit from her high and simply enjoy the touch. 

A gust of wind swept through the clearing, it was late and the temperature would only drop further and while her body temperature always ran high, she would still prefer to guard herself from the chill, and Lucy guessed it was the same for the cub. Standing on all fours slowly as to not scare the cub, Lucy tried to communicate with it, nodding towards the mill house with her head and yapping softly. She trotted towards the door, calling her new friend to follow her as she went inside, going back for the blanket half hanging out of the utility closet, and shaking it around a bit to clear some of the dust off of it, then dragging it over in front of the fireplace and doing her best to lay it down as a cocoon where they could lay down.

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Santana fond herself entranced by the glistening white fur. This wolf was slightly dusty, probably lived in the mill house but that thick majestic coat had her attention. And not just because already she knew seeing this coat on her father’s floors would make her heart ache. She checked her for any special marks, something to identify her personally with so she would know. But those eyes, something about them made it very difficult to even consider those thoughts when she looked into them. They were alive, vibrant. She wished more than anything to know what they’d seen out here.

She stepped back when the wolf moved, still a pup but larger than her she was cautious as she watched her. But the indication of the head and the gentle way they’d beckoned her well, that was just cute. She’d found a friend out here and she was going to take a chance on following them. She slinks in, looking around the interior she seemed to forget a few things. Like that other living things were in here and that well, she had an extra appendage now.

At the sound of the blanket rustling Santana turned, thinking there must have been something behind her to make such a sound and as she did her tail swept out colliding with the head of the wolf which was immediately followed by a small mew of apology an muffled whine of her own as she tried to see if the pup was okay. She wanted to join them on the blanket but not if she’d only be hurting them with her damn tail.

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In the Dead of Night || Shifter + Shifter

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As if moved forward by an invisible force, Lucy pushed the door open with head, slowly inching outside to get a better look of the enormous cat, but  it as luck would have it, the feline darted off to the side of the building and scurried under the mill wheel, effectively camouflaging itself in the shadows. Tail wagging slightly behind her in cautious excitement, the pup stepped closer, but the deep, low rumble coming from the shadows made her stop in her tracks, ears perked up and tail frozen high in the air. Maybe approaching what could easily be a dangerous wild cat was not the best idea.

Yet something compelled her towards the cat, something beyond simple curiosity and it was hard to fight instinct as a wolf, Lucy knew this all too well due to past experiences. Not knowing what else to do, she sat unceremoniously on the ground, watching the barely recognizable shape under the mill as her tail moved slowly from side to side, sending dirt and leaves flying about. Her patience was rewarded in the form of the cutest, most adorable meowl she had ever heard and the pup yapped in response, tail wagging faster in renewed excitement.

She lowered her body to the ground completely, tongue hanging out the side of her muzzle as she slowly dragged herself closer, trying to appear as non-threatening as possible, and managing to look absolutely silly in her attempt at approaching again, eyes locked onto the cat’s as she yapped again, coming to a stop a few steps away and waiting patiently for her dark counterpart to meet her halfway.

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Santana’s tail wrapped loosely around her hind legs as she raised herself just enough to shuffle out from under the large mill. She wanted to keep everything together since she still wasn’t sure how to work her tail most of the time but she found it swayed idly with ease as she really took in the pup’s demeanour. She eyed the great white,fluffy creature in curiosity then amusement as they flopped onto their own tummy, tongue hanging out of their snout

She hesitantly crawls out still quite low, feeling dead leaves tickle her tummy fur until she stopped her snout perhaps a foot from the wolf’s. The yapping was loud, her ears fell back in defence against them but apart from that this pup seemed harmless. More than that they seemed downright friendly and definitely unlike any natural wolf she’d seen before. 

But she couldn’t initiate contact, what if she was wrong? What if this natural being tackled her. She wouldn’t know how to get out of it. But what if they just wanted to play? She’d love a playmate all to herself. She lets another quiet sound, akin to a meow escape her. God this wolf is so fluffy.Before she could control herself she was inching a paw forward to touch the shaggy fur on the chest, raking her claws through it with gentleness.

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In the Dead of Night || Shifter + Shifter

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The interior of the abandoned building was as small as Lucy had guessed from the brief glimpse she caught in passing days ago, no light filtered in through the dirty, yellowed windows, the walls were covered by dust, vines and the odd spider web, the wood furniture was left to rot by the passing of the years and the fireplace held only cold, long dead embers on the ground. Lucy had never seen anything more beautiful in her short life. 

For hours she simply explored the place, dirt and grime covered her paws and spotted her shiny, coarse fur but paid no mind to those details, too immersed in childish glee as she jumped around, trying to tidy up the place a little, dragging and pushing things around until exhaustion caught up to her once the initial excitement started to settle within her. 

Lucy was in the process of dragging an old blanket that she had found inside a closet, when the snapping of a twig caught her sharp ears, the first instinct was to hide, thinking that maybe someone had seen her sneaking out of the house in the middle of the night, and she knew that would only spell trouble for her. Scrambling under the broken table, she waited in complete silence as more twigs were snapped and dry leaves crunched, but as she stuck her nose in the air, a new, completely unknown smell filled her sense of smell and for some unknown reason, called her forth. 

Crawling out from under the table, the wolf pup shook the dust off her fur as best as she could, and padded slowly towards the door, peeking through the cracks and into the darkness outside. Trees, more trees, the gleaming stream, a huge black cat, some more trees and- wait… 

The pup whined, tilting her head to the side in confusion, Lucy never owned a cat in her life, but she was pretty sure they weren’t supposed to be that big, right?

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Santana looked around nervously, she wasn’t sure what to make of this new area. While this had been the only forest she knew she still didn't know anything about the plants. Some of them had a smell that gave her a headache, some seeped strange liquids that she avoided when she could. All of it was a mystery to her.

But then there was the whine, high pitched and feeling like a sudden jolt to her brain. She turns her head, ears flattening back as she looked around for the source of it. It sounded like something she heard a dog make, maybe a wolf but she couldn’t be certain. She decides to take cover in the mill and hope whatever it was passed by.

That’s when she saw the white fluffy pup and stopped still, lowering to the ground until her belly just brushed against the dry leaves. She makes a low rumbling sound, not meaning to really but the sight of somebody knew and unknown made her feel slightly weary.

This puppy was huge, the paws looked too big but they were oh so adorable whoever they were. Though a sinking feeling in her tummy tells her that shifter or not, she wouldn’t be welcomed by this wolf. Not like this. As a cat. To test this she makes a questioning meow, inching forward and attempts to make eye contact through the darkness

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In the Dead of Night || Shifter + Shifter

“You promised her you’d be there, what am I supposed to tell her now?”

“She’s a child, Judith, tell her I had to go do something important”

“But, Russell, it’s her first day and you alw-”

“Enough! I will not miss this opportunity just because it’s her first day of school. I’ll be back on Wednesday”. Rustling, wheels squeaking, and the sound of the front door closing as the sound of steps grew more faint until there was nothing. Silence.

Sleep didn’t come that night, the clock glared at her with red numbers and she glared back, maybe a run would tire her out enough to come back and get some sleep, not like anyone would come looking for her, most likely her mom would drink herself to sleep, as she did so often nowadays. Mind made up, the little blonde crawled out of bed, not bothering to change out of her pajamas since she wouldn’t be wearing them for much longer. With a slowness that almost made Lucy roll her eyes, she opened the window quietly, slipping outside once the gap was wide enough for her to squeeze through. The night was crisp and the sky clear, no clouds to obscure the silver shine of the moon and the stillness made the blonde smile with giddiness, it was the perfect weather to go explore the woods behind their brand new home in Lima. Even with the keen senses and agility that being a shifter granted, Lucy was hesitant to jump from the second floor, so instead she descended slowly with the help of the solid, decorative stones jutting out at odd angles from each corner, not letting go until her feet touched the ground safely. The next step would be the hardest.

Bare feet carried her just beyond the tree line, where she took a moment to scan her surroundings before quickly shedding her clothes. Lucy closed her eyes and concentrated hard, like her daddy had taught her, awakening her wolf and calling it forth, asking it to take over. It was about a minute of snapping bones, tearing muscle and excruciating pain that left little Lucy sore afterwards, but at the end of the ordeal, a small, almost white wolf pup stood on shaky legs. Gradually the pain disappeared with every step it took until the pup was full on running, playfully jumping around and yapping quietly as it went, it felt good to be free. With help of her twitching nose high in the air and mere memory, half an hour later the pup was crossing the stream that separated the dense forest from a clearing and Lucy barked to celebrate her success. There it was, in all it’s picturesque glory, the old millhouse she had found on her first day in Lima. Finally her own special place.

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“Where did you find that vermin?” was the hiss heard through the thick mahogany doors separating Gerardo Lopez’s office from the grand hall he insisted on having built to lead up to it. 

Santana had come down from her bedroom for some soy milk, They were fairly new to this town, she wasn’t even sure where it was except that her mother hated it and it was in Ohio. And her body didn’t like it, since moving she’d had constant aches. Her eyes burned like they were seeing too much and not enough all at the same time. And her glasses did nothing, it all hurt. But did Gerardo care? Of course not.

Viviana had begun to notice and just a couple months ago she had helped Santana realize why she was feeling this. She took her out at night, into the densest part of the nearby forest and showed her what she’d felt like she’d known. She wasn’t one simple being, she was a shifter. The very thing her father despised, that he actively hunted. And her mother left her there. Alone and naked.

Santana had never seen as much blood as she had that night. Her skin ripping like paper, her bones stretching and muscles straining to reach where they needed. The tingling sting of fur growing almost dulled the excruciating pain of her skull reshaping around her brain but her eyes felt as though they were focussing in and for the first time in a long time she felt no pain. No aches.

The imposing doors opened, revealing her father standing over the large body of a dead leopard. A snow leopard, but it was too large to have been naturally so. He’d done it again, he’d hunted a shifter and the smile on his face when he saw Santana standing there staring at it wide-eyed made her tummy turn. She turned, dropping her glass of milk and bolted for the door. 

She needed out, she grabbed the backpack she kept stowed away in one of the hedges by the front gate as she fled. She’d keep her backpack in there and take it with her in her mouth so she could get to the supplies within when she found somewhere safe. 

It wasn’t long before a lanky limbed panther cub had wandered into a clearing with a millhouse, lowering her torso down to the ground she flattens her ears back and approaches. She couldn’t trust buildings but the temptation to find somewhere dry and warm was too much to resist.

[thelopezseries]

Durmstrang + Blindey

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“Ok”. Lucy took a few deep breaths, forcing herself to regain some semblance of control. “Ok, at least one of us knows where we are, that’s good”. The momentary panic that had taken over her mind was slowly ebbing away, she was still scared out of her mind but Lucy wouldn’t allow said fear to take control of her, this was the time to keep a clear head if she wanted to ever find answers and hopefully even a solution. Life had thrown way worse things her way and the blonde had come out them stronger, this would be no different. “Who the heck is Potter? Because if they have anything to do with this, I am not afraid to solve it with violence, my cane is titanium, y’know?”. Lucy half joked, the smile dancing on her lips only widening as she felt a strong, confident hand envelop hers, making her cheeks heat up with what she could easily guess was a blush. 

“Uhm”. She cleared her throat, subtly moving her hand so Santana’s fingers fell in between the gaps of her own, holding the digits loosely. “And this professor you talk about, think they’ll be able to help us?”. 

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Santana lets a quiet chuckle escape her at the threat, her lips pulling into a tight smile.She turned her head to investigate the cane, she’d some like it while walking around muggle areas and had assumed it was their ineffective attempt at wand-making. This titanium wand would likely be useless in a duel but it would at least make an imposing distraction if needed so she could unleash her favorite curses on the potter moron. “Hero of England. The boy who lived” she rolls her eyes then spits on the ground at her other side. “No talent, no skill. Pure dumb luck, always” the anger dissipates when she again looks at the blonde to see a light blush coloring her cheeks.

She curls her fingers, the tips now lightly resting against the joins of Lucy’s fingers “I hope” she says rather gravely. In light of recent events she wasn’t sure how well their story would be taken but if Albus Dumbledore was anything, it was trusting. Mostly in the wrong people but that could work in her favor today especially if she brought the cup with her. There would be no way some student would know about the tournament. He would have to believe them, She looks around for students. spying a nearby boy from the, what was it again? Ah- Slytherin house. She beckons him over then fires a stunning spell in his direction. It was only one robe but it would have to do, they had no time to waste especially when she wasn’t sure when or if another version of herself would be showing up. Rather than let go of Lucy’s hand to undress the student she simply magics the robes off of him and then stands, gently pulling on Lucy’s hand. As much as she hated to admit it right now, Lucy would fit in here more than she would. She was wearing Durmstrang tournament wear, had shallow cuts all over her skin and well... Lucy was dressed like a muggle but she was sure her beauty would be more cause for stares than her garments. “Do you know Hogwarts?” she asks, reluctantly letting go of the warm hand for just long enough to slip the robe over her uniform and pull the hood up before once more taking it in her grasp.

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[thelopezseries]

Durmstrang + Blindey

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“Sa… Santana”. The blonde sounded after a while of trying to get herself under control again, savoring the way the peculiar name rolled off her tongue with a small smile in between large gulps of air. “I like it. Somehow it suits you”. She expressed her thanks by resting a hand on what Lucy hoped was the other girl’s forearm, squeezing lightly and stopping herself shy of blurting out just how solid muscle there felt.

After a while, Lucy leaned back on her hands, bracing her weight on the dry grass. She didn’t need to be told twice, and took ling, slow sips of the offered water, bringing her hand up to wrap around the cup. Interesting. She thought, very lightly tapping the cup to make sure it was metal, then tapping with her fingernails harder, but still subtly, once she had confirmation. The effect was almost instantaneous, the ripples of vibration taking the shape of a rather particular looking cup, followed by a strong arm and shoulder covered in heavy looking garments, the effect dying down before Lucy could see the stranger’s face. “Thank you kindly. Now I won’t be thirsty as I keep on freaking out about this whole think”. She tried to joke ruefully, but her smile was more of a grimace.

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Santana couldn’t help a little smile pulling at her lips when the girl said her name. Slowly rubbing on her back in large circles “I made it my name” she says proudly. She had nearly always been a person of strong identity her name was something she was especially stubborn about really owning. Especially since much of it had to change when they’d fled from America.

She watched curiously as Lucy tapped on the trophy, figuring she wanted to know what it was she simply says “Is trophy”, lowering it when Lucy seemed done drinking she empties it herself taking a few large gulps then simply tipping the rest of it on the grass beside them. “I know where we are” she says, turning her body and dropping down to sit next to her companion. I t was good news and bad, depending on when they were and she knew no way to find out without being obnoxiously obvious. She wasn’t in her uniform, she had almost no means of covering her face for anonymity. Unless she stole a cloak from somebody, but then what of Lucy? She couldn’t leave her alone in a strange world could she? She looks down at a pale hand on the grass tempted to cover it with her own, just so she knew she was there. Or that’s what she told herself “Damn Potter” she hisses, feeling bubbles of anger rise within her. It was his fault, it had to be. Everybody suffered and lost under his rise to notoriety but it was all fine as long s the boy who lived continued to do so. She huffs moodily, moving her hand she does indeed rest it atop Lucy’s “We need to find professor” she says gruffly 

[thelopezseries]

Durmstrang + Blindey

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Lucy couldn’t help but smile at the tiny gesture of keeping the contact between their hands, she should be scared, completely freaking out about the messed up situation, but instead here she was, almost holding a stranger’s hand to keep herself grounded. “Name’s Lucy, what’s yours?”. The blonde replied, finally letting some of the tension draining from her shoulders as she lowered her cane by her side, leaning her weight against the strong material. “Pretty sure last time I checked the public library wasn’t surrounded by forestry so yes, I would say I am rather lost. Is there any chance you could tell me where we are, or how to get back to London?”.

The thick accent was strangely appealing, but what caught her attention was the smoother undertone it held, being blind came in handy in more ways than one, even if she was by no means a ‘normal’ blind woman. But that’s a matter that only she knew about, and wasn’t about to openly discuss. “I feel like I’m in a really trippy dream or hallucination, but I’m sure I haven’t taken any drugs lately so that can’t be it, neither was I asleep when this happened and I’m sure I’m gonna start freaking the fuck out soon and- ok I need to sit down”. By the end of the small rant, her breathing had gotten more erratic, hands shaking as she dropped her cane and let her backpack fall to the ground with a dull thud, almost immediately flopping down herself and pushing her sunglasses up and onto her head, rubbing at her eyes furiously. 

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“Santana” she answers gruffly. Watching as the girl, Lucy, leaned on her cane. “London?” she hums under her breath as she tries to think but in all honesty she didn’t know which direction London was in. “I’m not sure” she answers with a shrug, not that it would benefit Lucy at all “I’m not sure where I am” she smiles relaxedly and looks down at their hands licking her lips.

Listening to Lucy was scary. Scary because she related to it. But nothing frightened her as much as the blonde wavering on the spot. She leans in to catch her, gently holding an arm behind her back as she lowered to the ground. “Breathe” she urges, gently rubbing her back. “Try to breathe” she says again. Her arm felt tense, hand firm but she didn’t quite know the art of gentleness in comforting. Dropping down to one knee. She doesn’t have a cup but she figures that Lucy could use some water and after patting the trophy to make sure it wouldn’t somehow magic a potion by accident she casts a water spell into it to clean it and then again to fill it and carefully offer her the cup “Drink. Slowly”

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Assassin + Red Baron

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Once again, her attention focused on the lithe form in full display before her as the brunette went to retrieve the water she had asked for, the light from the torches scattered around the cave helped cast the firm body in a dance of light and shadow that refused to let hazel eyes move away as long legs and swaying hips sent a rush of heat down her own body, settling nicely in between her legs. “Come on, not now”. Quinn muttered in between gritted teeth, making sure her companion wasn’t looking in her direction to reach down and under the blanket in an effort to readjust herself and aleviate the pressure at least somewhat.

“Thank you”. She said, taking the offered cup and drinking slowly, moaning at just how different it tasted as the precious liquid slid down her throat, almost infusing new energy into her. The blonde let her companion study her freely, it was a little strange to be observed like some kind of unknown specimen, but there was hardly anything to hide, no expectations to meet and Quinn knew full well that she was good looking. “Hunt?” She asked with a furrow of her brows, that was a new concept for her, but if she could stalk a person and take them down silently, perhaps she could be of help to her hostess. “Very well. Should I redress or is this a nude activity?”. Quinn asked seriously, forcing herself to keep looking at the beautiful stranger’s face and not her tempting body as she ate the apple with gusto, hoping that her half hard member would let her survive this one.

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It was as though the stranger had never had water before. Or at least, water from Cyrodiil. She didn’t have the alchemical knowledge to say what was in it but it was almost certainly a result of the vast amount of healing plants that grew within their lakes, and her water supply came from directly above them. “Yes. Unless you wish to eat in a tavern” she offers. She wasn’t sure what she could do with this woman but it occurred to her that taking a deluded stranger hunting may not be the best of tactics

Again she moves, going to the pocket in the cave that had been designated her brother’s she opens his chest of drawers looking for some town clothes. Hers were back in the sanctuary, a decision she was severely regretting in this moment as it meant she would inevitably have to collect them since her armour tended to raise questions. She first throws a collared shirt in the direction of the other bed and then a pair of tan linens. She would have to wear her own boots since her brother’s feet were far too large to consider borrowing them to her. Her next point of attention was the barrel in which she kept many of her vegetables that she began to dig around in for an onion. Experience had taught her that the slight boost in water breathing it gave would be enough for her companion to make it outside alive.Though her clothes would again be wet. Perhaps she should swim naked and dress when they were out, the clothes would be dry in a leather bag. She was not sure how to suggest this part of the plan to the blonde though except to rather bluntly state “You should leave naked. Your clothes will get wet if you swim in them”

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Mobster + Assassin

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Q chuckled lowly, turning her head a little to regard her companion. “I wouldn’t let her hear that you called her a pet, that’s just asking for a beat down and even though you look fit, my money would be on her, us blondes have to stick together”. She winked at him playfully, hazel eyes returning to the other occupants of the house. “My guess is that she uses heights as a mechanism of defense, either that or she’s so used to great heights that it makes her feel at ease. Like a bird”. If only she knew how much truth her words held.

At the question, Q forced her eyes to leave the scene playing out in front of her, and turned her whole body to fully face the tan man with a small smile and a tilt of her head. “I still don’t have you figured out, I’ve been watching the others for close to an hour, that’s why I was able to figure them out a little bit, but if I can say something for sure, is that I do not believe you’re a bad person, you simple follow rules and orders and that’s perhaps what got you into this mess in the first place”. The blonde chucked lightly, running a hand through neatly combed hair. “But if I may make a suggestion, don’t try to fake confidence so hard when you don’t really have it in the moment. It’s better to simply remain neutral in those situations than to look foolish when it comes back to bite you in the ass. Those women in there are not to be messed with and, between you and I? I just might be the worst of them all”. The last part was whispered close to his ear in a purr, long fingers playing with the wide lapels of his suit jacket. “And that’s not fake confidence or cockiness, it is a simple fact. Now if you excuse me, I think it’s time I introduce myself to the others”. That said, the blonde leaned back and straightened her jacket, closing the buttons and taking a step back with a smirk. “You may call me Q, I’m sure you’ll be hearing more of me”. And with that, she turned around and sauntered towards the living room. “Ladies, ladies, let’s all take a deep breath before killing each other, shall we?”.

[thelopezseries]

Somehow this stranger saying he wasn’t a bad person made him feel just a little better about being stuck here. He’d taken the rap for someone a lot higher up than himself for something that, well if it hadn’t been for that glitch he’d probably be dead right now. But she did peg that. As he looked around though it occured to him that maybe that wasn’t such a good thing. He was probably the weakest link in the room according to the lady’s observations and there was no way he’d let himself be the first to die. 

He looks down at her hand, her knuckles brushing against his chest through his layers of clothing. The gesture seemed intimate though the tone of her voice and her general demeanour said otherwise. “Hate to break it to you sweetheart but I think dead eyes over there takes the worst spot” he smiles at the sort of introduction “Q” he repeats, a smile growing as he watched her walk away to handle the others. He would’ve joined her but he was content to lean on a wall and watch her do her thing, amused by how the cold brunette was giving her the utmost of stink eyes and the other was giving her look he’d never seen a lady give another lady. Looked like white hot arousal but it couldn’t be, right?

[thelopezseries]

Durmstrang + Blindey

[thefabrayseries]

Lucy’s eyes widened at the sudden shout, and the feeling of hair whooshing just past her head, out of any reaction she could’ve been expecting, that was definitely not one of them. Just where the hell had she ended up? She had barely taken a step out of the library, for crying out loud! “Woah, didn’t mean to interrupt your private gagging time, sorry”. She muttered, keeping the white cane straight in front of her. The fact that there wasn’t enough vibration for her to ‘see’ had the blonde feeling apprehensive, not being used to be plunged into this kind of darkness anymore.

Fighting the instinct to recoil at the sudden touch, Lucy stood in place firmly, merely tilting her head as a way to communicate that she knew where the other was standing. The quiet words were completely alien to her and the furrow of her brows showed as much, well, they would if she wasn’t wearing her ever present Ray Bans. The deep, low voice stirred something within her and the blonde had a hard time stopping herself from doing something foolish like reaching out to touch this stranger’s face, it was just all too alluring. “I’m sorry, but I have no idea what you’re saying”.

[thelopezseries]

Santana found herself almot chuckling at the dry statement. But she held it in. From the silence she figured the blonde didn’t understand her, not completely outrageous since she was in England after all but when the girl spoke she realized something. She wasn’t the only one a long way from home. That accent was not unlike one she’d heard around here before, but it was it had something familiar about it. Familiar to where she’d been raised and she was suddenly grateful for the absolute misfortune of this girl not having her sight. If she was detected things could only get worse especially if she was back in time to before everyone was distracted by her quidditch. That had been a plan, distract people with a career, with fame. They would assume the name was familiar because of a sports team and not because of wizarding news from another land.

“Sorry” she says quietly, for some reason keeping her hand on the girl’s. She liked touching her hand, it was soft against the rough tips of her own fingers. “Who are you?” she asks again, trying painfully hard to make her accent sound less fluent than it was. English had a nasty way of making her fall into very casual, very dangerous habits “You are lost?” she adds, looking at her outfit. She definitely didn’t seem to fit with the rest of the people around here and frankly, wizards didn’t use canes like that. The only alternative was that she’d come from another universe somehow. From a crack like she seemed to have done too.

[thelopezseries]

Mobster + Assassin

[thefabrayseries]

“Yes, pretty certain this is her territory” Q replied with a slow, certain nod. Leaning her head against the edge of the wall as she kept on studying the women not far from their position, her mind was still reeling to the point of wanting to screech and start shooting and throwing things until she got concise answers, but it was still much too early to use force in order to obtain answers. “She’s freaking out, just like the rest of us so no, she’s already being questioned enough, it would be wise to give her a breather before firing off our shared concerns, otherwise she’d only close off further”. The words were quiet and almost held an air of distraction, sharp eyes jumping from one woman to another, taking in as much as possible.

“Indeed. Let me give you a lesson here”. She said with a small smile and a pointed look, beckoning the tall man closer to her. “Look for the signs beyond physical appearance and expressions, ignore whatever idea your mind is already forming of them for you”. Q whispered, pointing towards the pair in the living room. “Brunette number one, if anything goes down, I bet you she is concealing some sort of weapon, she could dance circles around the others due to her knowing the exact location of everything in this house. And her eyes… they are the coldest I’ve ever seen, she’s the one to watch out for”. Next she pointed to the blonde in front of her. “Blonde number one, All too poised, very proper and clean cut, but there’s something she’s hiding within, like she’s holding herself back and that always signifies power. Now onto the kitchen, brunette number two, she’s the one easiest to read, there’s this… feral quality about her, the way she moves is almost like a predator stalking her prey, even if she appears relaxed and open”. Lastly, she nodded towards the blonde sitting on top of the fridge, seemingly feeling very much at home. “That one is a drifter of some sort, very detached but there’s something off inside her eyes, out of all of us she’s the most calm, the vibe she gives off tells me that she’s not too surprised or worried about this situation, and when you don’t have anything to lose, you hold no fear and no qualms, and that makes up for someone you should thread very carefully with”.

[thelopezseries]

“She is?” he asks uncertainly squinting as though somehow these signs of distress would become more obvious when instead all it did was hinder his vision with his long thick eyelashes. It takes a moment for it to sink in, the reason she might be rattled. If this was her house, her place. And people were just showing up out of nowhere and a couple were looking like twins of hers, well who could blame her? The only problem with this whole theory was that he genuinely couldn’t see anything and he prided himself on being a certain level of perceptive. Reading people, telling them what they wanted to hear and collecting the winnings.

He folds his arms and leans in towards the woman, following her gaze. He shakes his head a little trying to physically shake off the urge to look for whatever his brain made of what his eyes saw. The first brunette looked over almost like she heard them and damn blondie was right, those eyes were practically dead. They sent chills down his spine and a heavy sadness to his chest. Only people he knew that had eyes like that were on the pointy end of the knife, so to speak. “Right” he starts with a slow nod, “Yeah she seems like a uh- like a pet. She’s all comfy” he confirms with a nod. Honestly he found her being on top of the refrigerator to be  kind of adorable and in a way, it made him want to draw her. “So what about me huh? What’s that big brain of yours not telling you about me?” he asks a little apprehensively. Fearing that she may actually peg him for the little worth he had

[thelopezseries]

Durmstrang + Blindey

[thefabrayseries]

“God fucking dammit…”. Lucy growled as she hit the ground with her cane for what felt like the millionth time, all with the same results. Which were null. The ground was still too soft to offer much resistance against the tip of her hollow cane, thus leaving her without a clue as to where exactly she was going. “Stupid damn holes in the universe and whatnot, messing with a poor blind woman”. The blonde huffed, hoisting the straps of her backpack higher on her shoulders and once again resuming her walk. Everything had been going great earlier in the day, she was waiting for her mom to pick her up from the library, and all it took was for her to cross the threshold to go into the street, when suddenly the ground was ripped from beneath her feet. For a long moment it felt like floating on water, but just as suddenly it was over and the blonde fell heavily to her knees on what felt like grass. And now here she was, trying to find… just… anywhere, really.

After about an hour of tripping and scratching herself with the myriad of obstacles in her way, Lucy concluded she was in the forest for some unfathomable reason. The panic had come and gone after she beat up a tree with her cane, feet and anything else she could get her hands on, now the worry and fear were starting to set in nicely within her chest, but she refused to just give up, she had a disability, but that didn’t make her useless. So she kept on going, the echo of her staff against the trunk of the trees decreasing, her only clue that a clearing was up ahead. Problem with a forest clearing was, she had nothing to tap against, so Lucy was left to navigate like a normal blind person would, which was not easy, if you asked the blonde. A muffled thud reached her ears a few steps into the clearing and she stopped, tilting her head and grimacing as the sound of retching reached her. “That does not sound fun at all”.

[thelopezseries]

Santana stared at the lake for what felt like an eternity. Her school wouldn’t leave her, wouldn’t abandon her. She was the glory of that institute so why weren’t they here? Why was nobody already here rejoicing her return. Unless-, she gulps. Perhaps she hadn’t gone forward in time at all. Hearing what sounded like a crack on a stick behind her Santana turns, not sure what possesses her to flick her wrist and yell “Stupefy” shooting a harsh red light in the direction that thankfully hit a tree and not the person staggering towards her. She wipes her mouth on her sleeve then sheaths her wand and after picking up her trophy,jogs over to the mysterious blonde eyeing the long white wand in her hand curiously.

The way she was clumsily tapping it on things as though she couldn’t see them there to- oh. Unsure of how to communicate her presence she settles for gently reaching out and touching the very tips of her fingers to the back of the girl’s hand and quietly saying “Spiram” the word rolling off her tongue with some awkwardness. Bulgarian wasn’t her first language, it wasn’t even her second language but it was one learned out of necessity and the only language the world knew her to speak. The world that included whoever this beautiful girl was “Molia” she adds, her tone hopefully doing the work her clumsy hold of the language could not. She wanted the girl to stop, was ready to ask nicely if she had to “koĭ si ti?” she asks quietly, hoping against all else that she would understand her.

[thefabrayseries]

Fallen + Hybrid

[thefabrayseries]

Maybe, maybe not. Up to you, the offer is there.

So we’ve moved onto insults this fast? Because in case you have been fooled all your life, let me tell you that angels are the most horrible, terrifying creatures to ever exist, and that’s not what I am. Or was. Join the club.

[thelopezseries]

Huh, then I might have to think about it

Insults? What? Jesus, the one time I’m not trying to- that was meant to be the opposite of a damn insult. I was told angels are the definition of perfection and beauty and all that crap so...y’know.., whatever.

[thelopezseries]

Mobster + Assassin

[thefabrayseries]

Quinn’s eyebrow rose in mild amusement, and only a tad of distaste, at the man’s attempt at flirting, it wasn’t anything new to her but kept on being just as annoying. She could pinpoint the exact moment when the façade crumbled under the pressure of realizing the magnitude of the situation they all seemed to find themselves in, and while so far she held no clear opinion of the tall man by her side, Quinn did feel a tiny smudge of sympathy, this wasn’t easy for her either, but having been trained to carry out the most disturbingly shocking jobs out there, the blonde knew how to keep herself under control. “I assume as much, either that or this mess caught you in the middle of a halloween party or some freaky bedroom activities, judging by your outfit. No offense”. 

She grit her teeth at the question, nodding gruffly as her eyes went back to the other occupants of the house, watching the differences between them closely. “Something like that. I was driving home and next thing I know, I have a face full of coats, and now here we are”. Quinn shrugged, undoing the buttons on her blazer when the tight garment started to feel constrictive, the only signal of the actual distressed state of her mind. “See the brunette in the living room? She’s the one that at least can tell us where we are”. Her chin pointed towards the woman in question, hazel eyes raking over her body, reading her. “She’s actually in the right place, pretty sure this is her house. The way her body moves and her very stance scream of the levels of comfort she feels within these walls, unlike the other three, they are simply trying not to explode”.

[thelopezseries]

“Hey don’t blow your wig sweetheart, I ain’t into dress ups in the bedroom” he drawls with a hint of a smirk “Or out for that matter” he adds as an afterthoughts. Halloween was by far his least favorite holiday, seeing adults all dressed up like kids was just plain weird to him and made finding people a lot harder. He places his hat back atop his head and adjusts it lightly to fit on his hair without squishing it or messing up his neatly groomed style. He needed to keep his appearance in check at all times or he’d be about as useful as a wet towel. The guys he used to run with called him a doggy, a pretty boy. A lot of other things too and only an unfortunately small amount were things he called get them back on. But now they weren’t even here.

“Yeah well I was getting an escort to the big house to get the kiss off so maybe I got lucky” he looks the blonde up and down then, tempted to remark that he did indeed see an improvement in his luck but well, this gal seemed like she could rip both his arms off without even trying so he contained it. He looks at the woman in the living room with slightly narrowed eyes taking in the details. She was slender but she had well defined arms. Maybe 5′5 and damn did she give off a hard boiled vibe. “Her?” he asks just to be sure, swallowing a lump in his throat. “So we go chat her up and get the low down?” he asks, scratching his stomach through the materials of his blazer, waistcoat and shirt. A part of him wondered why the blonde hadn’t already confronted the woman unless she wasn’t sure. Turning his head to look down at the blonde he lets an easy smile pull at his lips “Somethin’ holdin you back?” he asks his tone almost gentle.