Ateronoctis - 𝕷𝖊𝖌𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖞 - Act Of ∛[...]

" Don't let the past consume you. " - for leta??

Breath came in shallow, shuddering gasps, lungs could no longer remember how to fully expand, constricted by the vise-grip of anguish. Tears would have welled unseen behind her expressionless facade, an opaque veneer concealing the tempest of emotions raging within the innermost chambers of her soul. There, entombed in the silent archives of her mind, Leta Lestrange wrestled with the specter of a future bereft of the possibility of Corvus' laughter and love - an existence as bleak and colorless as the unforgiving void that had torn him away.

The voice addressing her registered only faintly, like a distant echo reverberating through the cavernous hollows of her grief-stricken psyche. Each question circling around topic of past made her breathing feel like a Herculean feat, each inhale a laborious act of will, drawing in air that felt devoid of life-giving essence.

In the labyrinthine recesses of her consciousness, Leta wandered, a forlorn specter haunting the ruins of sibling bond, now reduced to a silent mausoleum of nostalgia and regret. Her presence back on the ship - vibrant and achingly poignant, Irma's call saturated her thoughts, rendering her mien an inscrutable cipher - a fragile mask concealing the maelstrom of anguish that raged akin with that fated storm within the innermost chambers of her shattered heart.

' Don't let the past consume you.' Words tasted foreign on upon tongue as she repeated to herself in mere whisp.

The bride of sorrow stared vacantly ahead, detached listlessly, untethered from the present moment. The words spoken to her hung in the air, fading into a distant, muffled echo as if emanating from the far end of a long tunnel. Heart felt leaden in her chest as she managed a typical honey-liquoriced answer as if nothing bothered her, " Past is but all-consuming. "

But how could she explain the weight of her grief? How could she articulate the way it wrapped around her like a suffocating shroud? ... Thoughts of Corvus like any day prior consumed her consciousness - flashes of what could be joyful memories now forever tinged with the grey pallor of his absence. The well-meaning words of comfort, offered by a faceless stranger, dissipated into the ether, powerless to penetrate the all-consuming miasma of despair that enveloped her, a suffocating shroud woven from the unraveling threads of a life forever altered by the cruel machinations of fate.

And somewhere out of this room of glamour, full of feathered hats, coquettish applause, pearls, and sparkling champagnes the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow across the room she couldn't see -- but concurrently felt the first stirrings of possibility. The past would always be a part of her, but perhaps it didn’t have to define her completely. That's what she always told herself, what her best --- her only friend told her. With each step forward, she could honor her little brother's memory while also reclaiming her own life. And for the first time in a long while, she felt a flicker of hope despite not purposely answering any further.

What happened to Percival Graves?

MEANWHILE James:

James: *exists*

Severus:

If I'm lucky enough to see Dumbledore's secrets today I fear that I might revamp old Muses if it's as good as it looks like. 😩✨

And snap, with all the sneaky GIFs running around ... it does.

“Remus ate a cupcake filled with a swelling potion, and I hope you better have nothing to do with it.” / Lily to Severus

Straightening from the hunched position over the elderly manuscript, his attempt to greet her arrival quickly seemed to be out of place.

“ Out of all people, I am the first person you run to with accusations? I'm disappointed, ” he gathered a quick response, lacking a passage for emotions to leak.

The only woman he considered not a friend for convenience always knew where to find him. They grew more distant, in friendly terms but it changed nothing over a fact that Lily's obligatory visit was in order to spot if Severus can make cruelty alright with twisted logic.

She was here to discover if he was involved. A conclusion: so, it didn't go as planned. For once, when he was close to feeling triumphal, something had to mess up. Maybe, she should ask someone who mastered this trait before him? If Evans wanted to know, he was targeting the self-centered toerag, or at least would be fine with taking down his lap-dog, Black. A patient minimalist goes with what he gets, Lupin wasn't a satisfactory target ... but never mind, never mind ... not like he's limited by attempts and restrained by anyone anymore. A shame he did not decide for this awakening much earlier. And not like Severus was going to tell her a thing aloud. Successfully striking any of the infamous quartetto equaled the goal of Quidditch rings, but only one was broad enough and the most desirable.

How difficult it was for loth digits to cooperate in a primitive task like bookmarking the page without asking: 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠? 𝐃𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞? Dark abyssal hues switched from paragraphs in a quick lift, accompanied by the profound slam of thick leather cover. Eyebrows creased, and face tensed. She waited, judged. The bitterness rose like venom in his mouth, once the Marauders will be gone, he'll have no reason to swallow it anymore. The next time he speaks, it's with well-masked disgruntlement instead of contentment.

A deep, slow inhale was required for transmission of indifferent retroaction, “ You know if it was me, I would come up with a better plan, without getting caught so lousily. I don't find any of them relevant enough to pretend and pity someone's prank on them, nor any of them to be the cause of conflict between us. If you didn't notice ... I'm working my best to forget their existence. If anything Swelling potion is not a big deal with antidote; he'll be fine. ”

»  ━━  𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒.

lyrics  pulled  from  joshua  bassett’s  trilogy  of  songs.  please  amend  wording  or  pronouns  where  necessary.

𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐒.

“  my label said to never waste a crisis.  ”

“  here i am, guitar in hand.  ”

“  honestly, i didn’t want to write this.  ”

“  if you get to tell your truth then so do i.  ”

“  it’s cool if you want me to play the bad guy.  ”

“  don’t you dare act like i didn’t love you.  ”

“  don’t go thinking that i didn’t hurt too.  ”

“  don’t you ever wonder if i’m okay after all you put me through ?  ”

“  half the shit you’re saying is only half true.  ”

“  you’re messing with my life as a career move.  ”

“  i can’t help but wonder why you won’t make it end.  ”

“  i guess you would never dare to waste a crisis.  ”

“  what the hell am i supposed to do with that ?  ”

“  i wish that i could open my eyes and the nightmare be over.  ”

“  keep fanning the fire for the headlines.  ”

“  weren’t you the one who left in the first place ?  ”

“  weren’t you the one who called things off ?  ”

“  was it an act to love me ?  ”

“  was it an act to hate me ?  ”

𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓.

“  i pulled into your driveway again.  ”

“  we kissed, but it felt different.  ”

“  i should have seen it coming then.  ”

“  you swore that you only had a crush.  ”

“  you told me that you would cut him off.  ”

“  my friends all warned me i should run for the hills, but i defended you still.  ”

“  because i knew rumours could kill.  ”

“  your secret is safe with me.  ”

“  oh you don’t even know i know.  ”

“  don’t worry because i’m keeping my mouth closed.  ”

“  how could you be so cold ?  ”

“   i really hope you had your fun.  ”

“  good for you fooling everyone.  ”

“  you had me tricked for sixteen months.  ”

“  your smoke and mirrors had me hypnotized.  ”

“  i heard the truth last night.  ”

“  when  your woe is me stops working, i bet your songs won’t sound the same.  ”

“  the truth you can’t dent, it changed everything.  ”

“  you can’t hide behind what’s clear as dare.  ” 

𝐒𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄.

“  i don’t know what i did to deserve all this.  ”

“  i don’t want to be rude or on the defensive.  ”

“  but i’ve been through it too.  ”

“  i know you feel used.  ”

“  i know you’ve been hurt.  ”

“  anything i did to make you feel worse, i’d take it back if i could.  ”

“  nothing i say will ease the pain.  ”

“  why must i hurt for you to feel okay ?  ”

“  you don’t get to take all of me.  ”

“  set me free.  ”

“  i don’t need your apology.  ”

“  i don’t recognise you, not anymore.  ”

“  you’re not the love that i fell for.  ”

“  i’ve been running away.  ”

“  i’ve been facing my fears.  ”

“  it’s been a fucking year.  ”

“  i’ve been doing my time, i’ve been working on me.  ”

“  i wasn’t sure i’d survive.  ”

“  i’ve never felt so weak.  ”

“  i hope you know i still care about you dearly.  ”

“  i’ve got to lock the door and throw away the key.  ”

“  i won’t never let you hurt me how you hurt me again.  ”

"They call you a madman, well so much the worse...

You know that you're crazy, you know that you're cursed."

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Aberforth Dumbledore RP blog. Penned by Misto. 21+. Selective. Anti-JKR.

“   i really hope you've had your fun.  ” // for Sirius !

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓:ㅤ𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘 || @ssevruss ( & accepting )

The lively bustling of the street carried along with the scent of butterbeer wafting from the Three Broomsticks, and the colorful banners of the nearby shops fluttering in the gentle breeze.

The elder of the Black brothers had a way of gliding through the crowd, weaving between people with an ease that suggested he was both part of the city and apart from it. Dark hair fell in tousled waves, framing his angular face, and every now and then, each step purposeful yet relaxed seeming both casual and deliberate. The jacket was adorned with subtle silver studs along the collar, catching the light as he moved. Underneath, a simple white t-shirt clung to his form, the fabric soft and slightly worn, hinting at countless adventures. His jeans were dark and fitted, frayed at the cuffs, revealing a pair of scuffed black boots that seemed to have stories of their own etched into the leather.

The laughter of the engaging collective around him soaked the aura of their carefree demeanor, a stark reminder of everything Severus despised the closer they got towards each other, until -- [ ... ]

The air between them crackled with tension, and for a moment, the laughter of the other students faded into the background. Sirius’s eyes narrowed, and the playful facade slipped away, revealing a flicker of something more serious. Uncomfortable silence, and the reality of the situation settled over them like a heavy fog.

'' Snivellus, '' Sirius replied, his tone dripping with mockery at the mention of infamous nick. Shouldn't the Dungeon bat stay geared toward self-preservation? Apparently nah, be there Prong(sie) he'd be far from staying idle. ' I really hope you've had your fun. ' Sirius’s grin faltered for a moment, replaced by a look of mild surprise. Eyebrow quirked, amusement dancing in his eyes, '' Oh? I always have mine that's for sure ... should I be asking what brings you to this side of Hogsmeade? Looking for a potion to cure your perpetual sourness? ''

HARRY POTTER AND THE PRISONER OF AZKABAN (2004)

For no particular reason someone distantly stared at one of {older} Black's tattoos.

The grey entity's stare was as intense as any other personage's hiding behind the facade of the shadows. Where streaks of eyelashes would shut firmly during an instant moment, the austere exhale of air (accumulated in his cheek) would melt away any hint of tension on his visage. Subconsciously his palm tracked the pierced epidermis in absent rub over the area of the anonymous focus. Sirius could clearly feel where that stare aimed.

The left side of his neck. It carried something; a symbol carved in the flesh.

“ If you're staring at /THIS/ and even plan to ask about it, ” he quickly assumed whilst pointing digit at the tattoo, “ don't expect any good stories coming your way. That day I had more booze in me than I dare to remember. All about it; blackout. ”

It sounded convincing, didn't it? Maybe, or very likely -- not. Sounding like if he just remembered one of adventures during days of his youth. However, what Sirius brought up in a small cascade of harmless lie had a story much dreadful behind the markings of his tortured body. One thing never changed with elder Black, and that is -the urge to act a bit bratty whenever questioned about some of his bad experiences.