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littleladyphaedra:

She was curled up in her bed, reading a book she’d gotten in the marketplace a few days ago. It was a blessing that English was so widely accepted, as she barely knew any German at all, and reading in it would have been right out. But luckily there was a little bookstore that had a decently-sized English-language section, so she’d been able to pick up some reading material to replace the ones she’d already blown through since she’d been at the safe house. Reading had always been an escape for her, and while she didn’t mind reading the same thing over and over, it was far better to have something new to lose herself in for a few hours.

The night was quiet, and she’d left her door open. It wasn’t that she didn’t want company, so she hadn’t wanted to close it. If someone wanted to stop by, they were more than welcome to. She just wasn’t quite feeling up to going out and seeking it. Her book would be enough, if no one decided to drop by. It was engrossing enough that she didn’t even notice when a figure showed up in her doorway, not until he spoke and she heard a voice that she hadn’t heard for months. A voice she hadn’t been expecting to hear again any time soon.

In an instant, she was back there, telling him to run, trying to get between him and her father. The desperate look in his eyes, the all-consuming fear that he wasn’t listening to her, that he wasn’t going to leave and she’d have to watch her father kill him, the numbing relief once his mother pulled him out of there that had carried her through her father’s subsequent rage. Whatever her father might do to her, she hadn’t cared, because Toby was safe. He wasn’t touching him, and in the end she’d always known that no matter how much her father might hurt her, she could endure it. He wouldn’t ever damage her permanently. He needed her, or his lineage ended.

And now he was here. Her book was lying on the floor, abandoned, because she’d already run to meet him, without even thinking about it. “Toby. You’re here. I’m—” she bit her lip, trying not to let her emotions get the best of her. “I’m so glad to see you, too.” She’d missed him terribly for the long months that they’d been parted, hoping that he was well, that he hadn’t been suffering at the hand of his own nightmare of a father. “Are you—” she looked up at him, her eyes wide. “Are you really here?”

The way she reacted to seeing him was enough for him to say that his fears that she would not want to see him, that she would hate him, were foolish and meaningless. It couldn’t be clearer that she had missed him just as much as he had missed her. Yet, a small shred of doubt lingered in his mind but he forced himself to push the thought away. A smile grew on his lips when she ran to him, her book laying on the floor forgotten -- and it was impossibly hard for him to form words when she stood before him. It was even harder to wrap his head around the fact the she was here and she was safe. Away from her father which meant she wasn’t in a constant state of pain and turmoil. He could only hope she had been here for a long long time, that the man hadn’t been able to hurt her after the last time Toby had seen her. He had been terrified to even send her an owl. How could he, knowing that any little thing he did, simply because he cared, because he wanted to know she was fine, could end up making her everyday existence worse for her. And the thought that they had all the time in the world to talk about all this, to talk about the time they had spent apart without any contact with each other was comforting to him.

“I’m here.” he said quietly, nodding slowly, and smiling a little when she stood there and questioned aloud if his presence was real or not. He understood that -- after months of wondering and questioning, praying and hoping, seeing her stand before him felt unreal, and he too couldn’t help but wonder if he was hallucinating her presence. “Yes, Phae, I really am here.” he confirmed, laughing a little. “Would it be too much to ask for a hug now?” he said teasingly, stretching out his arms wide and smiling down at her.

#phaedra

oliivcrs:

oliver gave an incredulous at the plate of toast in his hand before shooting another one at the man who now inhabited the sofa adjacent to the one he was sat on. although he had been in the safehouse less than a week, he can honestly say that it had passed him quickly by without much upset or event, so the prospect of anyone being anything less than aimable came as a shock to oliver. “who pissed on YOUR cornflakes this morning?” he asked, taking another bite from his toast and glancing at the clock on the wall. “and you’re only allowed to talk about dead cats after ten,” he chastised, his voice dripping with sarcastic teasing, “you can’t be morbid this side of nine.”

While Toby did find the people at the house amicable -- most of them atleast -- it wasn’t lost on him how sulky they seemed to be shut in this castle. It made little sense to him, he was quite ready to sacrifice his freedom if that meant safety. But others didn’t seem to understand how lucky they were to be here, to be safe. And it rubbed him the wrong way. “Hey, you speak like I am the grump in this house, when if fact, it’s literally everyone else.” He glanced at the clock as well before turning back to the other with a playful huff. “Alright -- I will set an alarm for ten in the morning and begin talking about dead cats then. Do you have a time limit for till when I would be allowed to do that? I wouldn’t want to break any of the ridiculous rules you are making up.” he said teasingly.

#oliver #heheh yeah sammmee

talentedpcser:

“well fuck,” blaise echoed. the illusion had shattered, walls of titanium shifting to glass in the blink of an eye. a hurt seized in his chest for having to be the one to break it. eyes softened, words dying at the tip of his tongue. he had never been one to comfort emotional hurts. “he won’t come here. he won’t be able to touch you.” words were barely above a whisper, but said with a resounding force. he knew what, or rather who, was plaguing toby’s thoughts. fucking bastard. some men deserved the bittersweet taste of hemlock and wine on their tongue. “-nothing you should worry yourself too much about.”

He didn’t know who had been kidnapped but he found himself worrying anyway. Not just about himself, not just that his father could find him after all, but for the others residing with him in the castle. It was no wonder they all seemed forlorn, he could only imagine what it would feel like to have one of their own taken. His thoughts were interrupted as other spoke of his father and Toby stiffened at the mention -- before slowly turning to face the boy. “You don’t know that.” he shrugged. His words revealed none of the fear which he felt, he had come to accept that how much ever he ran, his father would catch up to him in the end. He raised a brow as the other brushed away his question. “Spill it, Blaise -- I promise I won’t worry.”

#blaise

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nectarnsalt:

“Don’t steal my metaphors, Rowle,” Ginny snapped as she walked into the room and sat beside him. It was meant to sound harsh, but with a hint of teasing that someone who knew her well would pick up. Their once friendly relationship had been rocky for some time and it was a way to test the waters. He may have switched sides and pushed her away, but it wasn’t hard to see that wasn’t what he wanted. When it came down to it he had chosen to fight for the right side. She felt bad losing his friendship. It was simply too hard to fight for it through everything happening when he wasn’t also fighting for it. She hated seeing the change in home, but supposed it was only a matter of time considering his home life. She wanted to reach out when she heard about his mother, but was unable. After everything, she was actually happy to see him. Theirs was the one relationship she genuinely wanted to make an effort to repair. “You of all people should know how reckless Gryffindors are. We like running into danger, not hiding from it.”

“I didn’t realize you had patented any metaphors, Weasley.” he snapped right back although the smile on his lips still lingered. His relationships with his housemates had suffered after his father had forced him into getting the Dark Mark, not that any of them knew the exact reason of why he had distanced himself from -- well, almost everyone. “I do know that.” he grinned. “But there is a relief in knowing that we are safe, or atleast, as safe as we could be.” he shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe it’s just me but I prefer this over having to look over my shoulder every other second in the outside world.”

#ginny

ohhcrmione:

Reluctantly, Hermione tore her eyes from her book again. She fixed Tobias with a narrow-eyed look. “It’s a history of the castle,” she said after a beat, lifting it from her lap to show him the cover. “I figured I should know about where I’m staying.” She marked her place and shut the book with a muffled snap and turned her attention to him fully.

“They aren’t used to it, Tobias,” she said lowly. “Hiding. Being cooped up. Just… Be patient with them.” She worried her lower lip between her teeth. “No one thought they’d end up here. Everyone’s trying to adjust.”

“Of course it is.” he grinned at her, although he couldn’t deny that he was vaguely interested when she showed him the book. “Can I borrow it after you are done?” he inquired, nodding at her words. He didn’t think he needed to know the history of this castle, of course, but he figured it would be an interesting read. And anyway, he was blessed with unlimited free time since he had gotten here. “Patience has never been my strong suite, Hermione.” he said with a smile on his lips, although the use of his full name Tobias made him cringe slightly. He couldn't blame her of course, it was a personal thing, but the name always brought back memories of his father -- ones he did not need a reminder of, especially after he barely escaped the man from killing him weeks ago. “But alright, I will be patient. For you.” he added teasingly.

#hermione

sparkingjesse:

Jesse glanced up a hint from his book, The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton, in order to listen. He closed the book while his mind began to work on churning out reasons for why people were acting the way they were. “That is true, we’re certainly safer here than we were a few years ago, growing up in a war zone and all. However, I also suppose that just like with anything else in life, there’s a wide range of reasons as to why morale seems to be constantly fixed at an all time low. From the individual to the group as a whole, there’s too many to cover, plus I’d rather not have any of us fall asleep so early in the day. Personally though, count me in on grateful,” he responded.

He was going to say something more when the boy agreed with him but he didn’t have a chance to do so. Jesse had begun to speak non-stop and after the first few moments where he put in a little effort to listen, Toby’s brows rose up in amusement when he realized that he didn’t look like he was going to stop any time soon. When he was sure the other was done with his mini-speech, he grinned widely at him. “You talk. A lot.” Toby noted, letting out a hearty laugh. “You are so adorable, Jesse. Although I don’t seem to recall this much talking when we were back at school.”

#jesse

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it was six am when amara quietly slipped out of the safehouse. she hadn’t spent more than a minute in her assigned room before feeling the urge to run. she knew who she would find here, knew that seeing her brother again would be inevitable, but she wanted more than anything to prolong their meeting – even if just by a day. over the years she had missed him dearly, practiced what she would say once she finally saw him again. however she hadn’t planned for one of his best friends to go missing at the hands of the men she had once called comrades. she couldn’t face him, not yet. theo would want answers and she didn’t have any to give – at least none that would placate him.

opting to take her chances elsewhere, amara found herself seated inside a bakery, picking at what the woman behind the counter had called a bienenstich. she smiled timidly at the woman whose kind she had learned to look down on years ago. amara had once thought that their inability to practice magic had made them inferior, now they were the same. her magic was still locked up inside of her, and would continue to be for a long time as part of her punishment rehabilitation. was she even still a witch? she didn’t know what she was, didn’t know what to think. silently, she slipped out of her chair and walked towards the door. with her eyes trained on her feet, she hadn’t notice the door open and crashed into the figure stepping into the bakery’s warmth.

“I’m so–” she began, before her eyes met their’s. the switch from ghost to girl was instantaneous, “i suppose you thought you’d never see me again.”

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The morning was pleasant as he went out for a run. The boy had always been an early riser and despite the underlying panic in his mind which made him fear his father would find him at any moment, the place gave him a false sense of security and safety. It was the best he could hope for and he embraced what little peace of mind it offered. On his way back to the safehouse, he decided to pick up a coffee, stepping into the nearest shop only to bump into a girl whom he hadn’t noticed, thanks to how short she was. Except it was not just any girl, it was her.

He had hoped that she had survived but he had assumed she was dead. He hadn’t let himself look for her in the many rows and rows of Death Eater files he had access to when the questions of if she had survived the war had been fresh in his mind. A huge part of him had been worried about what he would find if he took the time to find out what had happened to her. With time, he had more pressing matters to worry about and this girl -- the one girl he had happened to get close to during his darkest days -- had slipped away from his mind.

But she was here now and he could remember those days like as though no time had passed. And the reminder wasn’t all pleasant -- he had done many things he wasn’t proud of in the many missions he had been forced to be a part of with her as his partner. “Yes.” he said curtly in response to her words, although he couldn’t help but feel it -- a sense of relief in knowing that she was alive and well. After all, the last time he had seen her, he had hoped for exactly that much. That this girl who had plunged head first into the war simply to get her father to be proud of her would live through it, would survive it. He hated to admit it but he had cared enough not to let even her attempt to kill him stop him from doing his best to keep her safe. He didn’t know how long his spell had held her, he didn’t know anything after he had temporarily stunned her and left her -- but she stood before him now and that meant his efforts hadn’t been in vain.

He was quick to put together what he knew of the girl who was supposed to have joined him during his travel the Germany -- the one from the rehabilitation center who in the end, couldn’t make it in time. And now it seemed she was the only other person brought here from back home. “One of the Aurors who were assigned to bring me here told me there was a girl who would be joining me. But that they couldn’t get her out in time, from.. where she were held.” he said cautiously, his eyes boring into hers. They had never been the kind to share cliche greetings and waste their time with meaningless chit chat. And he saw no reason to change that about them now. “So, that was you.”

#amara #trash reply alert

“someday this pain will be useful to you” my ass. i didn’t deserve what happened to me.

#musings

talentedpcser:

“oh, undoubtedly.” cynicism bites through, clear and bored. blaise can’t blame him. they are all doing their best. “-though, i wouldn’t compare the kidnapping of a child to a dead cat, if i were you. some might find it insensitive,” he drawls. he wasn’t one of them. a smile paints itself onto doll-like features. safety ?? was that what rowle thought this was ?? any illusion of that had long been stripped from him, leaving an uncomfortable ache in its wake. he hadn’t felt safe in years. “you and i have different agendas, caro.” a cage gilded in the guise of well-intentions was still a cage like any other.

Having stayed at the safehouse for barely two days meant that Tobias hadn’t known about Thalia having been kidnapped at Scotland. He raised a brow when the other brought it up. “Kidnapped?” he enquired, his tone changing completely, the annoyance with the rest of the house slipping away rather quickly. “Well fuck.” he shrugged his shoulders. “Does this mean this place isn’t actually as safe as they claimed it would be?” Not that it changed anything for Toby, he hadn’t really assumed that he was off the hook. Knowing his father, it was only a matter of time before he found him. This only made him assumption that much more real. The only way Toby would feel completely safe was if the man died. “Is that so? Care to share what your agenda is then?”

#blaise

ohhcrmione:

Hermione looked up when she was jostled from her reading and narrowed her eyes. Tobias had been a study-mate at school, and he’d helped her quite a bit with some of her more advanced classwork. That didn’t mean, however, that she had the capacity to be anymore patient with him than anyone else at the moment. Living with all these people was atrting to grate.

“Sorry that I’m not a ray of sunshine at the moment, Rowle,” she said coolly, raising her eyebrows before going back to her book.

“Nothing new about that, Granger.” he grinned at the other as he leaned back against the couch. Having had some intensive study sessions back at school with Hermione meant that he was quite used to her bossy side -- even though it had been quite a while since he had last met her. “But this place isn’t all that bad, is it? When I see people moping around -- can you take your eyes off that book for one minute?” he laughed when he realized that the girl had returned to her book. “What are you reading anyway?”