tiberius.

Do you know what's worth f i g h t i n g for when it's not worth dying for? Does it take your breath away? And you feel yourself s u f f o c a t i n g . Does the pain weigh out the p r i d e ? And you look for a place to hide. Did someone break your heart inside? You're in r u i n s. One, 21 Guns. Lay down your arms, Give up the fight. One, 21 Guns. Throw up your a r m s into the sky. You and I. When you're at the end of the road. And you lost all sense of c o n t r o l, And your thoughts have taken their toll. When your mind breaks the spirit of your soul. Your faith walks on b ro ke n gl as s And the hangover doesn't pass. Nothing's ever built to last. You're in ruins.

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chxrchmouse:

“N-no–” Rosemary began to object, feeling absolutely horrified in the moment. Pride is a toxin– she reminded herself, because that’s what it felt like this came down to. Her mama always told her money bred pride and pride bred sin but when it was someone having to cover her change she couldn’t help but feel put out. She shot her gaze to the floor and grabbed the bag. “Thank you.” She croaked out, barely audible as they made their way out of the shop. “You didn’t– you really didn’t have to do that and I’m going to pay you back once we get back to the castle but– um, thanks. For that.”

     in tiberius’s heart he wanted to help people. his family were relatively wealthy and he knew that sparing a few knuts and galleons for those who needed it more wouldn’t do any harm ( as long as he didn’t do it excessively and draw unwanted attention of course ). “no i didn’t,” tiberius agreed modestly. “but i wanted to help and you seemed like you were in need. no need to pay me back, consider it a gift of sorts.”

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bcllxtrixblack:

“knowledge can easily go wasted, when it’s put into the wrong fields.” the house of knowledge. was he a mclaggen? that must be it. “defense against the dark arts, much more useful than muggle studies. i’d say pick up a different book.” ( the fact that muggle studies was even a subject at the school was something she never failed to complain about. cygnus and druella were working hard to make a change to it. )

     “that’s very slytherin of you,” he noted with a vague nod at humour. “i think if i was selective about my knowledge as you are, we would be in the same house.” he sat back in his seat, wanting to change the subject before he ruined something. “how has your year been, bellatrix? oh, and before i forget i must mention that the mclaggen family say congratulations on your sister’s engagement. my father sent a letter but i thought i should also say it myself. do you know when the wedding will be taking place?”

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hopkirk:

“In all my seven years at Hogwarts, I don’t think I’ve ever been down to see where the kitchens were.” Mafalda shrugged, tucking her hair behind her hair. “I’d love too, but don’t house elves have a habit of being quite the blabbermouths?” 

     “the elves are great.” tiberius smiled from behind his reading glasses. “i mean, i wouldn’t go down there for a counselling session, but they are good listeners and have a fantastic sense of humour.”

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sybills:

Slightly panicked and taking a deep breath to summon her courage and calm, Sybill re-entered Honeydukes: the location she’d pulled out her tarot cards from her pocket, purely with the intent to check how many Sickles and Knuts she had in her pocket. Unfortunately, she was several shops down from Honeydukes when she’d realised her deck, which she’d been absentmindedly passing between her hands, felt slightly thinner than usual—which spoke to her familiarity with it—and had quickly checked, only to realise that she was missing four cards: The King of Swords, Death, the 7 of Cups and The Devil.

Turning to the person closest to the entryway—and thus the first she saw—Sybill, cheeks a little pink from both the cold and deep-seated desire to find her cards, asked, a little quickly but never forcefully, “hi, sorry to interrupt, I was just wondering if you’ve seen a tarot card anywhere? Or four, ideally?” It was a little muffled because she was blowing on her hands to warm them up, which also detracted somewhat from her ability to see who she was talking to, but she hoped they could hear fine. She’d even used a bigger voice than usual just in case, especially because she very much wanted to find them.

     tiberius glanced up from the dusty old book he had purchased from tomes and scrolls. when seeing sybill a soft smile appeared on his features, followed immediately by a slightly guilty look that transitioned his already flushed cheeks into a brighter shade of pink. “those were yours?” the boy closed the book and tucked it under his armpit as he reached a gloved hand into his coat pockets. “i picked them up off the snow about twenty minutes ago, um, here,” he said, pulling out four equally ancient looking cards. “sorry.”

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darlingxstella:

“Yeah, I do!” She smiled at him. She loved talking about her brothers to anyone who would listen. “I’ve got eight of them, all are older than me.” She answered him. “They like to spoil me because I’m the only girl in the family, but sometimes it can be problematic.

     “eight?! wow.” tiberius breathed. “i only have one and he doesn’t get me chocolates. is it problematic because sometimes they give you gifts and you don’t want them?”

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caelivs:

        Caelius, for no reason he could discern, felt vaguely guilty for being a bit of a prat, but he quickly put that down to the fact that he actually enjoyed Tiberius’ company, especially because he couldn’t quite get a handle on it.

        “Nah, for real,” he said, shooting a sheepish grin. “I was just distracted, m’sorry. And maybe in a bit of a mood from all the Potions homework. But yeah, keep going. I want to hear, honest.” 

     “are you really?” tiberius inquired, any hint of frustration leaving his voice and replaced with concern. “if you want i could help. i’m not too bad at potions and it won’t be any trouble.” he laughed a little, breathily and dismissively, a slight ducking of the chin and a light shake of his head. “don’t worry. it really wasn’t that interesting.”

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bcllxtrixblack:

“hardly,”  she remembered his appearance at a selection of the black family balls, but his name was lost on her lips. nonetheless, he was a pureblood. “if i were you, i’d be more content with what i had – rather than worrying about what those o t h e r s have to deal with.” ( others, spat as if it were poison ).

     “of course,” tiberius smiled gently, a small chuckle released at his ridiculous question. “you are right.” these words fell from his lips easily, years of training on what to say and what not to say came almost as natural as walking to him. but there was always something a little different with the youngest mclaggen, an unwarranted spark buried deep within. “although, i never said i wasn’t content with what i had, i only asked a simple question. i am from the house of knowledge, you could say it’s in my nature.”

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thebadgerted:

“A stapler? It’s used to - to staple things,” Ted said, bemused as he tried to think of a better explanation. “They attach papers together with little metal clips.”

     “i kind of got that part,” tiberius grinned, not at all frustrated at the other’s struggle to explain. he was patient -- something he inherited off his father. “that’s amazing. very useful. we should have those here.” it was careless, being this visibly exuberant over something muggle when he was surrounded with the children of the highest calibre. but it was hard to contain his excitement -- that was his problem, one he would need to grow out of.  “i know it would help keep together all my notes! not that i need it, i’m actually quite tidy but . . . but i know some individuals who would really benefit from it.”

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chxrchmouse:

“I’m so sorry– how many sickles did you say that was?” Rosemary asked, trying to repress the growing panic in her head as she realized she was short of money. Wizarding currency confused her greatly, so it wasn’t a surprise she got it wrong. Students stood behind her, shifting from foot to foot impatiently as hot emotion began to twist her throat closed. “Can I just– can I go put these back?” She asked the shopkeeper quietly.

     “ hey. ” he approached the girl at the till, a friendly smile on his features. he was behind her in the queue, waiting his turn patiently with his own puchase ( a scarf that changed different shades of blue depending on the weather ), but after overhearing her ANXIOUS stuttering he decided to step in and help. “ let me assist. ” tiberius glanced at the price tag then at the shopkeeper as he rummaged in his coat pocket for change. “ eleven sickles . . . erm . . . so that’s . . . four more sickles . . . there.” he withdrew his hand and emptied the small handful of coins onto the counter. he knew wizarding currency was hard for those in muggle families to get a grasp of ( even he got confused now and then ), so he didn’t blame her for deciding not to bother.

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bcllxtrixblack:

the word alone made her pause in d i s g u s t ( her eyes had originally been trained on her paper, but now she glanced up ). “why does it matter?”

     oh . . . bellatrix. his family had been trying to nudge their way into the black’s ranks for years, and tiberius hoped that the question seemed innocent enough for him not to deter her. “oh, i’m just curious. aren’t you ever curious?”

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darlingxstella:

Stella raised an eyebrow at him and looked at him with confusion. She could feel a smile tug on her lips as she watched him. Biting down on her bottom lip to stop a small chuckle to come out she shook her head. “You’re okay.” She assured him. She smiled and nodded. “I know what you mean, it’s fine. You mustn’t be hungry right now, I don’t mind if you eat it later. It’s your chocolate. You can eat it whenever you please.”

    “that’s good,” tiberius sighed, placing his intertwined fingers onto the table. “you said you got them from your brothers. how many of them are there?” he inquired, wanting to change the subject more than anything. 

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darlingxstella:

Her brows frowned in confusion as to why he looked away for a moment but she shrugged it off. Everyone had their on little habits, she know she sure did so she wasn’t going to question or judge him for his. “I wouldn’t have offered you some if I wasn’t so sure.” She told him, her smile growing. “I’ve got way more than I can eat on my own. Besides, sharing with good company always makes something taste so much better anyhow.”

     he smiled sheepishly, almost guiltily as he took the chocolate bar from her hands. he didn’t open it but opened up his bag and placed it in one of the many pockets. “ you’re really kind, thank you,” tiberius expressed as he zipped it back up again. “ sorry, i’ll eat it later,” he coughed awkwardly before waving his hand dismissively. step one: always accept gifts from your new connection. if it is food, eat it with them. “ unless you’d prefer i ate it now? ” eating with your new connection stimulates a positive chemical reaction in the brain that encourages a feeling similar or identical to the bond of friendship. “ sorry, ” tiberius smiled, beginning to chew on his lower lip -- a nervous habit. “ what i meant to ask was, is it okay for me to eat it later? sometimes people find it rude, you know? i don’t want to seem rude.”

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darlingxstella:

Stella smiled kindly at the friendly reply, it had instantly made her feel a little better than before. Stella snorted out a laugh and she nodded as she continued to laugh, a little too loudly but she couldn’t control that. “Yes, that is awfully true.” She agreed, before she held out an unopened bar of chocolate. “Would you like some?”

     tiberius had always found laughter contagious, so he couldn’t help but burst out his own chuckle in return. the sound was a little more restrained than hers, softer, controlled -- but then again he was trained that way. at the offering, tiberius looked over to his left before facing her again, slightly unsure of how to react. “are you sure? it is your chocolate and i don’t wish to take it from you. especially since it was a gift from your brothers.”

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caelivs:

“Oh, tell me more.”

     “ really? you don’t seem very interested. ”

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     “ out of curiosity, ” tiberius began, leaning over to the individual opposite him after a rather lengthy daydream. “ what’s a stapler? it’s a muggle object but I can’t remember if it was -- erm -- something used in schools or . . . what it does. ”

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darlingxstella:

“Is it sad that I have received about four stones of chocolate from my brothers?” Stella asked aloud as she stuffed a piece of the said chocolate in her mouth. “I have a feeling that it’s a tad sad…and I’m talking to myself.” Stella mumbled as she put another piece of chocolate in her mouth. 

      “ i don’t think it’s sad, ” tiberius admitted with a friendly smile. it was a puzzling concept to him, given that he hadn't recieved presents like that from his brother in his life. yet that didn't prevent him from appreciating her family dynamics, especially since it was so different from his own. “ neither is talking to yourself. sometimes you need expert advice.”

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dorksmeadowes:

“It’s Valentine’s next week, isn’t it?” Dorcas questioned, a gentle smile on her lips as she cast her mind back to last Valentine’s day.

     “ yes, it is. ” tiberius glanced up from his charms textbook, a pair of large black rimmed glasses perched on his features. he was long-sighted and as he averted his gaze from the pages, squinted a little through the lenses at the brunette sitting across from him. a small smile graced his characteristics, which was admittedly more out of politeness than out of a genuine interest in the upcoming event. why should he? he was only fifteen after all. “ i like the decorations,” he mused allowed, which was honestly one of the aspects of valentines day he did find interesting. “ are you planning something exciting for the day? ”