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@wintertravers
"It's too late to turn back now."
The cup of tea sitting in front of her had gone cold long ago, but still the brunette didn't move. She'd been sitting there for hours in the back corner of the tea shop. Her bright eyes had gone dull, her cheeks were sunken, and she was paler than usual. Winter had gone numb, she'd shut herself off, ignoring the world around her as the guilt for what she'd done tried to suffocate her. She'd killed someone. She'd killed a man and hadn't even known his name. Someone's brother, someone's father, husband, son, best mate, cousin, uncle...She'd been over every possible thing he could have been as she thought about the green light that had left her wand and hit the man in the chest. She'd meant to kill him and she had.
The days after she'd spent trying to excuse what she'd done. They'd been torturing him for days. They would have killed him if she'd done it or not. She was saving more people in the long run, people that he had probably cared about. But when that didn't work she'd taken to a bottle of firewhiskey. And then another one. And another. It'd been a nasty two week cycle; drink, sleep, nightmares, wake up, repeat. But then her brother had come around to congratulate her on earning her mark, the mark stained her arm like a permanent reminder that she'd ripped apart her soul, and she knew that she forced herself to start playing pretend.
Thankfully,this tea shop was a bit out of the way, somewhere the girl had frequently went over the summers when she needed to get away from the world. But as someone pulled out the chair across from her, it seemed that her hideout had been discovered. Slowly, she lifted her gaze from the cup sitting before her, lips moving before she even had time to process who was sitting across from her. "Do you need something?" She asked in a bored tone, reaching for the cold cup of tea.
“—Say. Nothing.”
"I'm not saying a word."
Little Bird - Ed Sheeran
But if I kiss you, will your mouth read this truth? Darling, how I miss you Strawberries taste how lips do
I don’t. I’d rather not know which way I’m headed or where I’m even going than to have never felt this way at all.
As much as it sucks anyways.
I guess we aren't so alike after all, because I'd have rather walked a mile on broken glass than felt that way.
It makes you vulnerable and weak, and I'm not saying that Black is going to hurt you, but it's always a possibility.
"Let me in!"
He looked at the wet charcoal mess that had been Mal’s bed. Water was now running down the middle of the dorm and collecting in a puddle in front of the fireplace. He waved his wand again and cleared up the water before anything else was damaged. “He grabbed your throat?” Lucius shook his head. “No, I’m sorry Travers that’s just not acceptable. A man should never lay a hand on a lady unless she attacks him first.”
Winter bit her lip as she watched Lucius clean up the water. She couldn't afford to keep breaking down like this, lashing out in such insane ways. The brunette needed to get a grip on herself before she went home for the summer. "No, maybe not, but c'est la vie, Lucius. There's nothing you can do about it."
LT,
No can do, I’m afraid. I like the name Little Travers too much so I’ll just put up with being called Lulu. I don’t know, I don’t keep up with all your girlie stuff. You both hang out with Baske so I assumed you were all friends. You were hardly pleasant about it, I’ve never seen someone so defensive. You must be gutted, mothers all over the country are practically throwing their daughters at me.
That sounds like far too much effort,
LM
PS. My parents would hardly liven up a party. In that case I’d simply burn the mattress and get a new one, or maybe I could get you to do it, burning beds does seem to be more your forte. (Maybe that was a little harsh.)
Lulu,
That's fine, I'm growing rather fond of the name Lulu, anyway. Hopefully when I call you that in public, it catches on. Yes, we did both hang out with El, but she's been one of my closest friends since my first year, and not even Grant could change that. Of course I was defensive, you were being awful to me when I was simply trying to be nice. Unfortunately for you, my mother hasn't looked at anyone in the country since Black bailed out on me.
Awaiting your valued response,
Winnie
P.S. Fuck you, Lulu. Fuck you.
That’s because there’s no man worthy enough of you. Victor is right all along. [smirks teasingly] Right. Enough of the another protective big brother act. I know you have enough in your plate already. You do not have the worst luck with men. I know you think you have but take it from me, you do not. It’s just that bad things happen to you because you’re a dumbass. Seriously. Why did you give him the pleasure? Tsss. [he chuckled as he messed the top of her hair] No, I’m afraid. Whatever it is, he hasn’t told me yet.. which is a shocker. He’s usually pretty bad at keeping things from me.
"I think you've got that a bit backwards, Ev. I'm nothing more than a common slut." She mumbled the last part, before nodding. "Yeah, don't you have your own sister to worry about? I do have the worst luck with men. My parents keep pairing me with pricks. You'd probably be next, since your so bloody awful, but luckily for me, Emma's parents seem to want to punish her as well. I was fourteen and stupid and he was an attractive, older guy with an accent. And I wanted to impress him, so we had sex." She shrugged, rolling her eyes at him. Quietly she hoped he wouldn't tell Victor any of that. "It is strange, maybe the two of you are just drifting a bit." Winter said with a shrug, just trying to get a rise out of Evan.
"Let me in!"
"Don’t call me a prat," he muttered, still pulling at the couch strings and feeling a heavy weight settle in his stomach. "You’re the prat." He had attempted to distract himself from thoughts of her and the mark, but his brain took him instead to worse areas: to thoughts of boggarts and his family and things that he was now going to have to associate her with forever. He knew was his worst fear was, of course; he’s run into it third year during that defense lesson that he’d been trying to put out of his mind since. When it was his own face, his own body, to come out of the wardrobe at him, Sirius had laughed along with James. How conceited was he, really, that his boggart would take his own form? But then he’d noticed the subtle differences. The deadened light behind the eyes. The sunken-in cheekbones, the mingled looks of both arrogance defeat. And the Mark. The Mark on his arm just like his family always expected it to be. He still saw that face in his nightmares sometimes, pushed it out of his head whenever he could. Would things with Winter become like that? Would her face soon join the ones haunting his nightmares instead of cheering him up when he needed it most? It hurt to think about, and so he did what he always did: he tried to ignore it all.
"We’ve got to hit him where it hurts," he decided with a sigh, glad to have a distraction. "This very well might be our last prank. Can’t waste it on a dud. We could always…hey, what if we went through his contact list and told them he was going to be abroad for a year and to please not write him for a while? I think he’d have a heart attack from the lack of attention."
Taking a deep breath, Winter looked down at her hands. "You're not going to be able to look at me afterwards, are you?" She said quietly enough that he could easily pretend not to hear her, as she wasn't necessarily looking for an answer. She didn't want to avoid talking to Sirius about it, he was the only one she could talk to about it, about any of it. Of course, she wouldn't blame him if he couldn't talk to her afterwards, she doubted that she'd be able to face herself, let alone him after she got her mark, anyway; after she killed someone. Merlin, how was she supposed to kill someone? Winnie knew that she'd have to mean the curse when she spoke it, that she'd actually have to want to kill whomever it was that she had to kill, and she doubted that she'd be able to do it. And of course if she couldn't do it, she'd most likely face death herself. She just hoped Sirius didn't know that. She tried to swallow that fear of dying before it could show on her face, she'd known that what she was trying to do would eventually get her killed to begin with, but she hadn't expected to try and earn her mark for another year.
"He'd probably lose his mind without his precious collection of connections. But we really should go a step farther, you know, send him faulty gifts from his contacts, like fake tickets and stuff. Then we'd humiliate him a bit publicly, as well."
Winter and Sirius Friendship Moodboard
"Let me in!"
"I imagine the whole world would in all honesty." He continued to watch the flames, they were spreading now and if one of them didn’t do something Malachy’s bed wouldn’t be the only one destroyed. "No I wouldn’t, we fight and throw silly insults at each other but I’d never want to see you actually get hurt." He pointed his wand at the fire and a jet of water flew out of the end of it, dousing the flames. "So what did he do? Hit you?"
Winter rolled her eyes at him and then followed his gaze. She didn't focus long on the bed for very long, as it left her feeling empty. Her gaze fell to the floor. "I don't..." She trailed off, shaking her head. Maybe she shouldn't have been so surprised, he'd been nice to her on rare occasions in the past. "We got into a fight, he called me a slut, I pulled out my wand, he pushed me into the wall, and he grabbed my throat. But as I said before, I took care of it. I've dealt with enough stupid men in my life to know how to defend myself."
LT,
You are a little Travers, Lulu is a girl’s name and last time I looked I wasn’t a girl. It would, you can’t deny it. Yes we did, and I will thank you not to be so rude about her. Besides, I thought the two of you were friends? It still ruined a perfectly good shirt and you were a complete bitch about it. Well good because that means neither of us want each other.
Good luck finding different ways of signing them,
LM
PS. I’m a very popular person from an extremely well-known family, who wouldn’t want to invite me? If you’re implying that you’d sleep with some guy on my bed then good luck, I don’t leave my room unprotected. (I doubt anything you do is stunningly beautiful.)
Lulu,
That doesn't matter, my name is Winter and if you want me to stop calling you Lulu, you'll have to stop calling me Little Travers. Friends? You thought that she and I were friends? Ha. Come on Malfoy, she called me her minion. Do you really think I wanted to be her friend after that? I didn't mean it and you were a bloody bastard about it. I was upset. You hurt my twelve year old feelings. How many years did it take you to figure that one out? Merlin.
I haven't signed off a letter the same way in years,
WT
P.S. I'm pretty sure I just said that I wouldn't want to invite you. Of course, I'd invite your parents, though. I am implying that. And if you think that anything you do to your room could stop me, you obviously are still underestimating me. (Now you're hurting my feelings.)
Winter Travers Moodboard 3
"Let me in!"
"I find my opinion is greatly valued by most people and I think they’d be very disappointed if I didn’t share them." He could feel the heat of the flames coming from the bed and he watched them to make sure none of his possessions were near them. "I’d never want you to get hurt." He said quietly. "What did he do to you, Winter? He didn’t hex you did he?"
"Yes, because Merlin knows that I'd fall apart without your valued opinions." She sighed, stepping back from the flames now, pushing her wand back into her pocket. She looked at him in complete and utter confusion. "What are you talking about? Of course you would want me to!" Winter said quickly, running a hand through her hair. She was already having a meltdown in front of Lucius, but it was all physical, blasting the door down, setting the bed on fire. Showing him her weakness emotionally was not an option. "No, he didn't hex me. The second he touched me, I took care of it."
LT,
My name is Lucius and you will address me as such. It is a picture of me, that’s why it’s beautiful. Oh dear, that is such disappointing news. And just when I’m on the lookout for a new girlfriend. I doubt you’d have been in the running though in all honesty, you ruined that chance in my third year.
You said it not me,
LM
PS. Probably, I get invited to all the parties I can’t keep track of whose house is whose. Extremely, so stop it now.
LULU,
You call me Little Travers, so I'll call you Lulu. A picture of you would not be beautiful, though. Wait, you and Sestiva broke up? Bloody hell, you certainly got out of that just in time. I really thought you might marry her, Malfoy. I almost even felt bad for you. And I've told you the chocolate exploding was a mistake, okay? But I don't want you anyway, so I guess it doesn't matter.
I don't like to sign my letters the same way twice,
Winter
P.S. I really don't know why that is. I mean, if I was having a party, I wouldn't invite you. And calm down you idiot, as if I would care enough to know what room in that bloody manor was yours. But if I did, you can bet that I'd take someone special back to your room at the next party. (If we were talking face to face, I'd be winking in that stunningly beautiful way I do right now.)