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Survivors have scars. Victims have graves.

Something that I need carved in my bones. (via houndbitch)

#{ wisdom of others | quotes }#{ heroes are never born fearless | insp }

@marliism‌:

If Marlene was a better person, she wouldn’t be encouraging anyone else to fall into the alcohol-induced state of quasi-stability that she lived inside of. She would do more to fight the voices in her head or isolate herself from the person she had been before. Everything seemed to be that way: before and after. Before the war, before Aversio, before the kidnapping…the list seemed never-ending. The cycle continued whether she admitted to it or not, and despite her efforts to clean up and move forward, there was no moving forward. Because Marlene McKinnon wasn’t a better person, at least not anymore. The girl she had been was gone, and no matter how hard she fought that truth, and how badly everyone seemed desperate to believe it, she wasn’t coming back.

The hospital was a place of comfort for many people. At least, that seemed to be the common belief – having the healers and St. Mungo’s meant that recovery was on its way. What a load of bull. There was no such thing as recovery, at least not in any sense past physically. Not for Marlene, and from the wild look she saw flash through Amelia’s eyes every so often, not for her either. Some things couldn’t be fixed and pieced back together into some bright and shiny package. It was fucking pessimistic, and Marlene knew it. But being in the hospital was bringing up all sorts of shitty memories and bad feelings, and ignoring that was exhausting.

“Eh, if they told ya to fuck off, you could always deck ‘em. Doubt it’d help much, but it might make you feel better.” Marlene shrugged, a devilish grin cracking over her face. She doubted that she was the only one to ever fantasize about punching the healers, at least those who seemed to be full of themselves. There was a plethora of respect for the ones who had helped her, but others – well, talking down people in times of crisis wasn’t really their strong suit. “But we can go outside. Fresh air is s’posed to be good for us anyways or somethin’ isn’t it?” Maybe being away from the achingly pristine halls of the hospital would clear her head. At least in some way.

She snorted softly. The idea of decking a healer or two was appealing if ill-advised. Aurors, even ones shunted onto the bench due to personal trauma, were supposed to be better behaved than that. Supposed to be, being the keywords. Lately, Amelia didn’t feel like behaving herself. She didn’t want to be calm and collected. There was a rage inside her that needed an outlet. Damn it all, she needed to be useful again.

“When they made me come here after everything I almost did deck one or five of them,” she admitted. “There was this bloke who just kept staring at me like I was a zoo animal.”

Amelia shook her head at the memory. No one would be ogling Edgar if she could help it. Enough people had been popping back up as if from the dead lately that the novelty had to be wearing off. Surely no one would feel the need to stare at him as if expecting him to turn into a ghost or grow another head right before their eyes.

“Fresh air. Right. That’d be the kind that doesn’t smell like antiseptic and old potions? I could go for some of that. But a drink would be nice too, really help me appreciate all that freshness.”

#marlene #marliism #{ whiskey in a teacup | marlene }

@uncommcnlykcnd‌:

Portkeys were not a pleasant means of transportation by any stretch of the imagination; Lily would much rather do just about anything else, though she imagined it had to be one of the more safe options, given the situation. She didn’t know for certain, but the witch wouldn’t be surprised if Amelia were injured somehow; it would be better for her not to become Splinched on her way home; no matter how skilled at Apparition someone was, the redhead was well aware that the horror of being sliced open was always an option. Too many people had come into the hospital on account of it for the act to ever be preferable.

The tugging sensation of a hook behind her stomach pulled her forward, into a nauseating abyss of scenery passing quickly, before they eventually landed at their destination. Lily’s grip on the plant tightened as her feet steadied themselves, in an attempt not to drop it. A broken pot and some spoiled plant anatomy on the ground was the least of anyone’s worries, but she was sure it wouldn’t add to the welcome home. Amelia let go and began rushing about, and the redheaded witch held the plant close to her chest, unsure what else to do with it.

Her green eyes glanced around the apartment, curiosity and a sense of concern taking over her. It was, undoubtedly, none of her business one way or the other what had happened to Amelia’s home and she knew that. But still, she couldn’t help herself; the woman in question was finally home, and she couldn’t help but worry and hope that she would be safe there, now. Of course, Lily was certain she could place charms and enchantments if need be, but would that be going too far? Would her concern be seen as intrusive, obtuse or otherwise wrong? She couldn’t be sure one way or the other.

At Amelia’s words, her eyes snapped back toward her, widening slightly of their own accord. Lily hadn’t meant to overstay her welcome, and was quite positive that leaving Amelia alone would fill her with more intense worry than she ought to be allowed. “I don’t mind staying, if you’d like the company.” She offered. If she had been alone in the Death Eaters’ clutches for a year, Merlin knew she wouldn’t want to be alone anymore; but Amelia was different. And she certainly didn’t want to impose, but Healer instincts and her general intuition was battling common courtesy. “Though if you’d rather I go, that’s your choice.”

Amelia chewed on her bottom lip. To be honest, now that she was home and felt mildly safe, her aches and pains were beginning to assert themselves more firmly. She could continue to ignore them, Merlin knew she’d gotten good at that over the last year, but some small, rational part of her mind told her that was foolish. There was a healer in her living room hugging a potted plant. If Lily wanted to stay, Amelia supposed that was alright.

“Do you like coffee?” she asked heading toward the tiny kitchen and trying not to limp. When had her knee been injured? “I doubt there’s anything much to put in it, but I’m assuming Edgar wouldn’t let anyone get rid of the coffee itself. There might be some sugar.”

She reached up to the cupboard where she typically kept her coffee and winced as the action pulled at her side. Her arm curled over her ribs again and she managed to pull down a tin of coffee. It was old, probably wouldn’t taste fantastic to someone who drank coffee regularly, but she hadn’t had a cup in a year. To her, the coffee would be amazing. “I’d offer more but...” she trailed off, stepping back and showing the empty cupboard. Anything perishable had been removed long ago and Amelia had never been much of a cook. Coffee though, that she could do.

Tomorrow she’d have to start running errands. Tonight she’d just check the wards and bathe and sleep in her own bed. On instinct, she reached for her wand and remembered it was gone. It had been snapped in front of her months ago. Ragged fingernails tapped against the counter as she waited for the coffee to brew. Suddenly she didn’t feel as great about being home again. Not if she couldn’t protect herself.

“Damn it,” she muttered. Glancing up at Lily, she frowned slightly. “You can put the plant down. Consider it a house warming or whatever. Unless you need to take it back to the hospital, then you can. Either way, you don’t have to keep holding it right now. If you’re staying, might as well make yourself comfortable. Don’t suppose you’d let me borrow your wand to check the wards? I don’t know if anyone’s been keeping up with that sort of thing.”

#lily #uncommcnlykcnd

@florence-wilson

Florence wasn’t just unsure of what to say to Amelia. She wasn’t sure how to be around the woman. Any word could set the other off, just like the slightest of things set off Marlene these days. Amelia Bones was far from fragile, but that didn’t mean that any conversations with her shouldn’t be approached with care. Florence wanted to use her anger for good. To harness it. That couldn’t be done if they started off on the wrong foot. “Have I? That’s good news, then. I’ve started to worry that this is the best I’ll get.” She ran a hand through her hair before tying it up in a ponytail. “You always look stunning, Amelia,” she teased. It was a lighthearted joke – something that Florence typically wasn’t good at, though she figured that a little humor wouldn’t exactly hurt on a morning like this one. “Me? A breakfast date? I couldn’t tell you the last time I went on a date at all, much less so at this hour. Plus, I’ve barely had time to think about anyone in that way. How could anyone think about dating in a time like this? I just wanted to make sure that I look as awful as I feel.”

“Maybe if you mean stunning as in ‘ready to hit people with a stunning spell’,” she teased back. Amelia wasn’t all that concerned about her appearance these days, though she was somewhat vainly glad that the majority of her scars were in places typically covered by her clothes. Her captors had mostly left her face alone, though there was a thin scar that disappeared into her hairline near her right ear.

It was nice to have someone treat her, well, normally. So many people were treating her like this fragile thing, like she was likely to shatter into a billion pieces at any given moment. If the damn Death Eater’s hadn’t broken her, a wrong question from a friend or family member sure as hell wasn’t going to do it. At least Florence recognized her strength.

“You still have tits,” she pointed out, “That’s all some people look for in a date. But, fine...no dating. I can’t exactly blame you. Why is it that you feel so awful this morning anyway?”

#florence #florence-wilson

serpentinelestrange

False Pretenses | Amelia & Rabastan

unbrokcnbones

serpentinelestrange‌:

Rabastan folded his hands on the table looking abashed. Really he was glad she wasn’t beating around the bush, all the trivial small talk would have been dull. “Yes actually. It’s not a particularly pleasant topic I’m afraid.”

He hesitated for a moment, as if trying to find the best way to phrase what he had to say. “As you may have heard my fiancée, Emma, has gone missing, presumably abducted by the rebel group that call themselves Aversio.” He looked up, keeping his face sombre, but subtly scanning Amelia’s face for any tells. He didn’t know for sure if she was a part of this group, but it wouldn’t be a massive stretch of the imagination. Especially as she was someone who had recently had their life so utterly ruined by the so called enemy.

“Thanks to the newspapers, I know that you have recently gone through something similar. It’s been four months since she was taken, and I suppose I’m starting to lose hope. But then I heard you’d returned, after all that time, it seemed like a miracle, and I suppose it gave me back some of that hope.” Complete bullshit of course. Yes he was perhaps a little stressed that his finacée had gotten herself kidnapped, and it wasn’t exactly an ideal situation, but this whole ‘hope’ spiel was so far from the truth it made him want to laugh.

“I suppose one of the things I wanted to ask is, is it as awful as I’m imagining, for her? Will she be someone completely different if- when she comes back?” He stopped as if remembering himself. “I’m sorry, these must be horribly intrusive questions, especially form someone you hardly know.”

Even before her kidnapping Amelia had practice at keeping her thoughts from showing on her face. It had been part of her training when she became an Auror, a part that she’d taken to rather easily. Very few people could read her if she didn’t want them to and none of those people were here. So when Rabastan mentioned Emma and Aversio, the only look that crossed Amelia’s face was one of confused sympathy. Of course I know nothing about that.

She dropped her gaze to her coffee, both hands wrapped around the mug. “It’s not hopeless, no,” she said softly. “Obviously I’m living proof that people can come back after being kidnapped. I’m sorry - it’s not a situation I’d wish on my worst enemy.”

A lie, of course.

“I wasn’t taken by the group you mentioned, unless they’ve taken to running around in black cloaks and silver masks as well. I’ll be honest, I don’t know a lot about Aversio beyond what was coming across my desk in the Auror department a year ago,” she lied. Amelia shook her head, allowing a sheepish expression to cross her face when she finally looked back up at Rabastan. “If they’re anything like the people who took me, then...yeah, it’s pretty awful. As for whether or not she’ll be different...I’m afraid I don’t know. I’m not even entirely sure how different I am at this point. You just have to hold on to that hope and be patient with her when she comes back.”

#rabastan #serpentinelestrange‌#false pretenses

isaacxxbones‌:

The stack of paperwork seemed like it never had an end. Another reminder of how much he missed being out in the field rather than being stuck at his desk. But every time he thought about transferring back now that Amelia was back and healing, he could hear his mother’s worry in his head. He couldn’t blame her, wanting to keep their children close, even though they were adults. They all wanted to stay close, now more than ever, and this was the best for everyone. At least he could still get to headquarters easier.

There was no denying the relief and happiness that flooded through him when he received Amelia’s message. Ever since she had been found, and with how much that time had changed her, he had been carefully monitoring her, sussing out how much had changed, most importantly within the family dynamic. He knew his sister well enough never to baby her, but he could not fight his older brotherly instincts to protect her. So when she reached out for any kind of help, he made sure that he was available and ready whenever.

“You know you could have waited inside for me, yeah?” he teased lightly as he approached her. As she stood still, he felt himself hesitate slightly as he closed in on her. He was so used to just being able to pull her into a tight hug, whether she liked it or not, but he wasn’t entirely sure if he could do that. There was a constant battle in him whether he should tread lightly with her, or act as if nothing had changed. Light teasing was at least a way things could stay the same, but it was the physical acts he was more worried about bothering her with. So as he landed in front of her, he decided it would be up to her, as the situation was new to both of them. “I do just work upstairs,” he continued with a light smirk.

He couldn’t help but chuckle softly at her words. “Well, be all know how uptight those goblins can be. S’no better being an employee, either,” he joked, a warm grin etching itself across his face. Gesturing her to head into the bank ahead of him, he shook his head. “And s’not a problem, I needed to stretch my legs anyway. Those desks are murder after hours sitting there.”

Amelia was slightly surprised to see Isaac some out of the bank instead of popping into existence out front, like her. Vaguely, she recalled someone had said something about him staying closer to London since she’d disappeared, but he was a curse breaker... Wasn’t he? Had his job changed? It was a question she was probably supposed to know the answer to.

“I didn’t expect you to be here,” she said honestly, “Busy curse breaker and all that, could have been in Egypt for all I knew.” Her eyes narrowed slightly and she watched him for a reaction. The oldest Bones sibling didn’t ruffle easily but she might be able to tell if she really had been told about the job change and forgotten. It wouldn’t shock her, though it would be annoying. There had been so much to figure out again since returning that somethings just slipped by the wayside.

She sighed and ran her hands through her hair, missing the fact that Isaac was hesitating over whether or not to hug her. Amelia let him usher her back into the bank, but she complained all the while. “It’s dumb - I mean, it’s been all over the stupid news about me coming back from the dead and there are ways to make sure it’s not polyjuice or whatever. I don’t have a wand anymore for them to check and I can’t get a new one until they let me get into the stupid vault,” she grumbled. “Feel like a bloody kid again needing a permission slip.”

#isaac #Isaacxxbones #{ big brother is always watching | Isaac }

serpentinelestrange

False Pretenses | Amelia & Rabastan

unbrokcnbones

@serpentinelestrange:

A Coffee Shop December @unbrokcnbones

At least she wasn’t a mudblood. He didn’t think he could have stood that. This act had limitations.

His knowledge of Amelia was finite. He’d found out what he could prior to this meeting, but most public knowledge seemed to circle around her recent kidnapping and miraculous return to society. He had been in the year above her at school, but they never had much cause to interact.

A nice cosy coffee shop had been suggested for their meeting. Public. That at least was sensible of her. She probably had no desire to be re-abducted any time soon.

He entered and the warm air hit him, a contrast to the cold winter outside. He scanned the shop and his eyes landed on her. He painted on his best friendly smile. Not too eager, but something that suggested a sweetness about him.

He walked over and took off his gloves, offering her his hand to shake. If she had been anything less than halfblood, even the consideration of touching her would have made his skin crawl.

“Amelia, really good to see you,” he greeted earnestly, taking a seat at the table. “Thank you so much for agreeing to meet me.” He let the smile slip a little. The reason for their meeting and their future conversational topics were nothing to smile about in polite society.

It wasn’t every day that Amelia was asked to meet with the Minister’s little brother for coffee. Odds were good that it had little to do with her or her job, but she couldn’t be absolutely certain so she’d accepted. It wasn’t as though she was close to Rabastan, in fact she doubted he’d have known her name before she became news. Regardless, she was curious. What on earth did he want?

There was something both comforting and nerve wracking about being in a crowded place again. It was unlikely that anyone would try anything targeted toward her with this many witnesses around, but none of them were really watching her. And even if they were, how many would intervene if something happened? Hopefully she wouldn’t have to stay long. Amelia liked to pretend that everything was fine and there were no lingering effects of her abduction, but she’d still positioned herself with her back to the corner, taken note of the exits, and flinched when the door slammed.

Probably just the caffeine making her jittery. Not like her captors had provided her with regular coffee breaks.

Luckily Rabastan didn’t keep her waiting long. She smiled thinly when he came up to the table and shook his hand.

“Nice to see you, as well. I was surprised when you wanted to meet. I assume you have something specific in mind that you wanted to discuss?” she asked, deciding not to beat around the bush.

#rabastan #serpentinelestrange‌#false pretenses

florence-wilson‌:

Amelia Bones wasn’t the kind of woman to be treated gingerly. Florence learned long ago that most members of Aversio were not the kind who needed that kind of attentive care. She didn’t need to walk on eggshells when they all were already standing on so much debris. But still, there was something about Amelia that, at times, caught Florence off guard. Perhaps it was that she saw so much of herself in the other woman. She was familiar, and that, in a sense, was unsettling. It was difficult to stare someone else in the eyes and see so much of herself. Or maybe it was the fact that Amelia had already been through so much, lost so much for so little, and yet Florence had yet to experience any consequences for her involvement in the war. That second part wasn’t true. Not entirely. She’d lost plenty of friends and been caught up in the mess herself. But she hadn’t been captured and tortured and held hostage like Amelia had. So maybe it was her guilt, a sense that she should’ve been in Amelia’s place instead, that left Florence feeling so uneasy around Amelia Bones. Sitting down at a table next to the woman in Aversio’s headquarters, Florence rested her arms on the table. “I’d say good morning, but I don’t know if that’s necessarily the right phrasing anymore. So… morning,” she offered. “Be honest with me – do I look like shit? Because I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in almost a week.”

@unbrokcnbones

Amelia wasn’t the kind of person who typically appreciated small talk, even before she was abducted. In general she preferred people to be direct and just come out with whatever it was they wanted to say. That hadn’t changed, but she also realized that people had no idea what to say to her anymore and nerves combined with awkwardness made them ramble. It still annoyed her most of the time, but she was trying not to let things like that get to her.

She looked over when Florence sat down, giving her a quick once over. She looked tired, but that was the new normal. As for not sleeping, well who the hell was? People didn’t really want an honest answer when they asked if they looked bad, but Florence had told her to be honest. “You’ve looked better,” she said, turning her attention back to her coffee. “But then that’s true of most of us these days, I think. Merlin knows I’ve looked better. Why, you got a hot breakfast date or something?”

#I'm sorry this took so long!#florence-wilson #florence

@uncommcnlykcnd‌:

Lily had worked in the hospital long enough to know that no two patients ever seemed to be the same. At seventeen entering the hospital, she had been oblivious to so much, had only ever read about the harm magic could do as opposed to seeing it with her own eyes. Back then, she had only really been trading one sort of learning for another, gone from theory to practice. At first it had been bleak and she had spent many nights at home having to recollect herself. It wasn’t that she couldn’t stomach it, but it was still hard in its own right. Now, despite the fact it had been years, in a way it was still equally as difficult. War was to blame for most of the injured who came through, but they were hurt all the same.

She had taken time off, had managed to take a leave right in time for St. Mungo’s to have been attacked the first time. Returning after the rebuild had been a decision Lily battled with for days, but it had felt like the right decision. She hoped now it might be, despite the aggression and way Amelia seemed desperate not to hear anyone out. In a way, the witch couldn’t say that she blamed the other woman; if she had been held captive and had unspeakable magic performed on her daily for a year without end, she doubted that she would want to be touched or prodded either. Her compassion was a gift, something that had been told to her frequently over the years, but in moments like these it felt almost like a burden. She would care too much for whatever was going to happen next whether she could admit it and hope anybody could understand or not.

At the question, Lily paused for a moment. She wasn’t sure, not entirely, although she had heard enough to piece it together. “I know that Aurors searched it after you were taken.” She offered with a slight nod. Surely, had Amelia’s flat not been an option, someone would have told Lily before leaving them. “I heard rumors your family decided to keep it until they had proof you weren’t coming back, and nobody ever disproved them.” Lily wasn’t ever one to talk about gossip, but this was Amelia’s home, and Lily had to hope that the universe wouldn’t take that from her too. Green eyes gave the brunette a once over again, checking from a distance to make sure nothing would hurt further in travel. Even if Amelia refused treatment, the Healer instincts never turned off.

She simply nodded in response, having expected to cast any charms herself anyway. Turning her gaze from Amelia from a moment, she glanced around the room to detect anything she could use. Settling on a plant nearby, resting on a bedside table, Lily raised her wand and cast accio to draw it into her waiting hand. After a moment, the plant began to buzz in the familiar sense of a Portkey. They had never been her favorite mode of travel, the feeling of a hook straight into her stomach not something Lily ever got over, but she was familiar with their work. “Okay.” She spoke after a moment, offering a small but warm smile toward Amelia, the plant outstretched for her to grab onto, “whenever you’re ready.”

Amelia nodded; she’d expected her apartment to be searched and wasn’t looking forward to the potential mess left behind. Even if one of her brothers or her parents had gone in and cleaned up after them, things would still be out of place. In a weird way she was looking forward to cleaning and getting settled back into her apartment. Nesting. She needed things to be familiar. She just wanted to go home.

She kept her arms crossed over her ribs while Lily cast the charms to create the portkey. It was fast and efficient, if a bit uncomfortable, but discomfort was incredibly relative these days. While Lily was distracted, she carefully prodded her side. There was a gash that she hadn’t let the healers look at but she didn’t think the portkey would bother it too much. She looked over when Lily spoke again and stepped forward. “Let’s go.”

Laying her hand on the portkey she waited for the sensation of a hook behind her belly button; it didn’t take long. She was jerked forward, her hand stuck on the plant until they reached their destination. As she expected, the apartment felt...off. Letting go of the plant, Amelia crossed to the windows and pulled open the curtains to let in some light, then immediately set about straightening things and looking around.

“You don’t have to stay,” Amelia said, glancing over at the other woman. “I’m fine. I’m just going to make coffee and clean. Probably take a bath for the first time in a literal year.”

#lily #uncommcnlykcnd #torture mention tw #abuse tw #sort of #just to be safe

@marliism‌:

Days seemed to pass in a meaningless blur. Marlene had stopped trying to remember on her own accord when anything was, instead taking other people’s perceptions of holidays or birthdays to keep track. Lack of sleep and a heavy dose of alcohol and the occasional drug kept her in a haze (she had tried sobriety, for Xen’s sake, for her accountability, the reasons kept changing) but there was only so much it could do. Profanity and her disregard for Dumebledore’s ask no questions, do no action policies seemed to do the rest. It would more than likely end with Marlene dead somewhere, left for nobody to mourn, but she couldn’t tell if she gave a shit. With the war becoming more of a monstrous problem than merely a dark cloud to fight against, people were winding up dead regardless of what was being done. Aversio, the Order, they were fighting each other more than the real problem; but she had picked that fight with Dumbledore and he had offered nothing in return. It was enough to drive anyone mad even without any amount of time spent with a Death Eater in a dirt hole, to say nothing of those kept in the desolate castle, meant as a sad excuse of a safe house.

It was almost funny to Marlene that the Order had decidedly made their recluse in a castle. As if keeping a hoard of soldiers there would fool them into pretending they were at Hogwarts. She could see the similarities people made in false decorations and the cliques being formed. If that was what Dumbledore wanted, to have two castles full of sheep waiting his word, it seemed to be what he was getting. In a way it was laughable – and on the other, it was fucking nauseating. One was protected by charms and professors, sided by the forest and everything that lurked inside; the other filled with servants of war constantly at each others throats, or ending up in the hospital. A building that had been destroyed once already, that housed more madness and misery than anything else. Being inside made Marlene’s skin crawl, one of the many voices in her mind reminding her this was the only place she would ever belong.

A sadistic, self-destructive part of her craved to find her old room. To return and hide away, allow others to care for her. Then she would have somebody ensuring she took potions to sleep and could Obliviate her memories of horror if she chose. She wondered if Edgar would decide such a thing, regardless of the obvious fact his sister hadn’t. Amelia seemed to have turned her survival into something stemming from rage, while the McKinnon witch decidedly acted to avoid it. And yet they kept ending up there all the same, being given the same damned looks of pity and caution wherever they went. “Funny how that works; we’re like strays to them now that they don’t want shit to do with.” Marlene spoke, the note of amusement in her voice barely masking her scoff. Were it her brother, she was certain that nobody could be getting her to leave, though at times she wondered if anyone would want her to. Ted or Andromeda had to have fucked her paperwork, to have gotten her released; self-deprecating? Undoubtedly. But a fact all the same.

“’M sure someone would make some bullshit, anti-alcohol rebuttal ready if they ever tried that. I’d offer free drinks at the Leaky, ‘s not far.” Plus there was the fact Tom had let Marlene all but live in one of the upstairs rooms free of charge, let her work in his bar despite her attempts to refuse pay. “Or I can go smuggle ‘em in if you want to stay close, in case anythin’ changes with him. Can’t say I’d blame you either way.” Emotional support wasn’t something Marlene had ever been good at, even before the war and her captivity. Now, despite her best efforts, she never really had a firm grasp on it.

Amelia considered it for a moment. Deep down she knew that her physical presence in the hospital wasn’t actually doing anything to aid her brother’s recovery, but she didn’t want him to wake up alone. It would just be her luck that he’d wake up as soon as she left. She was also well aware that she was going stir crazy and driving the healers up the wall.

Maybe there was a compromise? “What if we just...sat outside? Not really leaving, but not actually drinking in the hospital?” she suggested. “Get the fresh air the healers keep suggesting because I don’t think their actually allowed to tell me to fuck off, but we’ll still be able to come right in when he wakes up.”

It wasn’t a perfect plan by any stretch of the imagination. There were rules about drinking in public, especially if one intended to get smashed, but it had to be better than the alternative.

“The healers might even thank you... a few shots will probably help me relax and make me slightly less insufferable and demanding.”

#{ whiskey in a teacup | marlene }#marliism #Marlene

I love your interpretation of Amelia! She's more than I ever hoped for, and I hope to plot with you soon! Your writing brings light and energy to this group, and I am so glad to be able to RP with you!

Thank you!! This means a lot to me. Come hit me up and lets plot <3

#OOC #Anonymous

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* emotional starters

a collection of tv, movie and book quotes to kick you in the heart.

‘ i’m sorry for not telling you everything, but i needed this in order to get better. ’

‘ you can’t be sleeping already. it’s only seven. ’

‘ it was a mistake. ’

‘ not even a little visit? ’

‘ please smile. ’

‘ i’ll stop crying in a minute. ’

‘ you wanna hurt me? go right ahead if it makes you feel any better. i’m an easy target. ’

‘ i’m leaving you behind, too. i don’t feel very good about that. ’

‘ look, i don’t wanna hassle you, okay? i love you and i’ll see you soon. ’

‘ it sort of makes me happy to be sad. ’

‘ we’re safe, aren’t we? ’

‘ i don’t give a fuck what they say about me. ’

‘ you’re afraid that i might find the happiness you never had. ’

‘ i need to ask you a question. where do you think are right now? ’

‘ wanna be able to sleep, not worry about what’s gonna happen or who’s coming in. if i can get that, i’d be in heaven. or close to it. ’

‘ that supposed to scare me? ’

‘ well, this is your home now. you’re going to like it here. you’ll see. ’

‘ you’d like that, wouldn’t you? you’d like me just to get out. ’

‘ no, you hate the whole world. ’

‘ you’ve been – you’ve been manipulating me. ’

‘ little things. you let little things get to you. ’

‘ no, no, sweetheart. i believe you. with all my heart i believe you. ’

‘ how much do you value your life? ’

#ask meme

When: July 24 Where: Diagon Alley Who: @isaacxxbones

Coming back after being gone and presumed dead for a year was a pain in the ass, Amelia decided. Gringotts had given her hell about getting into her vault, people stared at her, she flinched when strangers bumped into her and she couldn’t stop checking over her shoulder to make sure no one was trying to sneak up on her. In hindsight, it had probably been too soon to come out to a place this crowded. She should have tried to see of Olivander would accept a more private meeting to replace the wand her captors had snapped in front of her all those months ago.

Amelia had honestly thought it would be easier to handle than it turned out to be. She hadn’t expected so much trouble from Gringotts, but the goblins were extremely protective over the vaults. It wasn’t a bad thing, exactly, but it was damned inconvenient considering she didn’t have what they considered proper proof of her identity. She couldn’t produce her old wand to be checked, she didn’t have a new one they could log because she had to get into her vault in order to be able to pay for a new one.

For safety reasons, she had made sure both of her brothers would have access to her account should anything happen to her and in a moment of sheer frustration, she’d agreed to send an owl to Isaac so he could come and verify her identity and gain access to the vault. It was damned frustrating to need help for something so simple. And so she paced outside the bank, working off nervous energy while she waited for her brother to come and help. Part of her felt guilty for contacting Isaac instead of Edgar, but she just wasn’t ready to face her twin and the inevitable questions. They knew each other too well, he’d be able to read more in her expressions than she was fully ready for him to know just yet. Hopefully Isaac wouldn’t ask too many questions or push too hard.

She caught sight of him approaching and stopped pacing, forcing herself to relax a bit. “Thanks for coming. I didn’t realize they’d have such a hard time giving me access to my account and there are just some things I really need to get. Didn’t take you away from anything too important did I?”

#isaac #july 24 #Isaacxxbones #{ big brother is always watching | Isaac }

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Lily had been there when it happened. The safe-castle was cold, and it was dreary – nothing like Hogwarts, what with all the tension and yelling that seemed to dispel at any moment. People were irritable, upset, incapable of holding it together. To a degree, the witch couldn’t say that she blamed them, it was hard not to feel agitated when the war seemed to only be getting worse. She had been pacing, incapable of sleep, listening to James breathe behind her and trying not to wake him. Cauldrons were lined against the wall, projects she was working on, when the yelling had begun. Had it not been for him in the room with her, Lily wouldn’t have been convinced James wasn’t in the middle of it; so much for not waking him. She had rushed out, down the stairs, in time to see that Amelia was in the center of it. A whirlwind of emotions ran through her as her eyes took in the scene, saw Marlene paling and running out of the room from the other end; Amelia Bones was really alive. That in itself was a miracle, one that Lily wanted to take as a win for the Order. Hell, they could take it as a win for Aversio for all she cared, if it meant that someone was safe.

She had refused treatment, and Lily couldn’t say that she blamed her. While she herself had never been kidnapped, it had taken awhile before the redhead allowed anyone to touch her after her own run-in with Bellatrix and the Imperius curse. But they were not the same situations and she knew it, had no right to believe so. Lily kept her distance, watching with a careful eye but knowing that pressing as everyone was doing now would only cause more harm. She wasn’t sure how it happened, but somehow they convinced Amelia to go to the hospital. Well, she wasn’t so sure it was convincing other than dragging, but regardless. Despite the late hour and Lily’s only being on call, she had followed. If there was any reason to be there, now would be it; the recovery of any missing person was going to be marked an emergency, whether good or bad.

But then Amelia started yelling. Fighting with anyone that came near her, refusing to let anybody look over her. That she was still standing, capable of speaking and fighting, those were all good signs far as Lily was concerned. Of course she looked malnourished and more than a little wild, but it would be hard not to after whatever hell she had been through. Lily herself hadn’t been assigned to help, and once again waited at a distance, staying out of the room (through a door that did nothing to mute the arguing going on inside) and instead simply being in case she was needed. An hour passed, then another, countless colleagues passing through. Many showed up in the hopes of getting a good story and every single one left with a bitter expression on their face. When Marie finally arrived, the lead of their department, Lily felt a surge of relief. No more assholes would be forcing their help onto Amelia. Until her boss turned to her, with a look that needed no words, the expression saying get in there all on its own.

Lily was good at her job, and she knew it. For the most part, the witch was good at everything she did, no matter how conceited that may have made her sound. She knew that, given the chance, she would be able to balance whatever tests needed run with whatever Amelia needed, but she couldn’t bring herself to force it onto the woman. Marie followed her in, a stack of papers and a quill in hand. And then was the lie, hospital policy. Lily wasn’t sure if that was all true or not, but had to believe maybe it was for the best. Anybody that came in under severe circumstances had family - or in Marlene’s case, a friend - leave with them afterwards. Amelia was alone, and that had to be cause for concern even if she had consented to any check up. She stood quietly nearby, a presence offered but not expected, when the words were turned toward her. Green eyes snapped up at the name, an instinct after so many years of being called out for her hair. Her gaze shifted from her boss to her colleague before Amelia, nodding at the woman before turning toward the others. “We’ll be fine. Somehow I don’t think crowding will do much good.” She said quietly, watching as they begrudgingly left the room before turning back toward Amelia. “We have access to Floo and Portkeys, and Apparition if you’re feeling up to it. Whichever you prefer.” She figured, arguing wouldn’t do her much good, and Amelia deserved to be in control, at least over herself now.

They were going to let her leave. Thank fuck. Yes, she had to take Lily Evans with her, but honestly at this point she didn’t care, she just wanted to go home. Not to a safehouse, not to a hospital room, not to a friend or relative’s place, home. Of course, there was always the concern that in the time she’d been gone, her home had been changed or sold or packed away because she was presumed dead, but they’d cross that bridge when they came to it.

Amelia frowned as Lily offered her options. The smart thing would have been to disconnect her fireplace from the floo network after she disappeared, just in case. Didn’t need random people popping into what was probably a crime scene. And she couldn’t be sure the wards she kept around the flat would be functioning properly anymore so apparating could go amiss as well. Not to mention the fact that it was far from her favorite form of travel, she usually felt a bit dizzy afterward, and she hadn’t done it in a year.

“Portkey is fine,” she decided, less combative now that she was getting her way. “I don’t... Do you know if they did anything with my flat? I mean, I assume it’s been gone through looking for evidence.”

She sighed, raking her fingers through her hair and grimacing when they got tangled in the dirty locks. Maybe she should have let one of her brothers accompany her or take her back to their place. She just wasn’t ready to talk about what happened and she didn’t want a bunch of sympathy or pity. Cleaning had always been cathartic for her so if she had to spend some time getting her place set right, that wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. She was spending the night in her own house in her own bed no matter what.

“I don’t have my wand. You’ll have to cast the spell,” she said. Replacing her wand would be the number one priority tomorrow when Olivanders opened.