"They Call You A Madman, Well So Much The Worse...

Adrian Baxter

goeticapothicaire​: ᅠOf course, James wasn't so naive to expect any kind of gratitude coming his way, no. He just - mayhaps used such defiant jest as an obscure reminder via hidden talent; how to make people feel miserable. By now, Severus must have felt extremely uncomfortable by the radius of their closeness, separated merely by a few inches. The glower dawning on his visage never ceased to reflect the possibility of lethal danger, threatening to awaken and cause further calamity. The fact that Potter did not hex him at the first sight was considered progress, even a blessing from Merlin himself!

It's one thing when you dislike someone and don't get along with them, but it's a whole different story when you wish for their death. 

James' protective primal instinct kicked in first, he did what he considered was the right thing to do. Although he disliked to admit it — he did not wish Snape to die.

But that day, something happened, the Dungeon Bat he was familiar with awakened his inner insurgency and got — bolder … Yeah, that was the word. With graduation knocking on their doors, all of them grew and matured. It was weird to say but another part of James felt thrilled about this change in attitude. Maybe, it was a good choice that he didn't tell anyone about his intention to abduct Slytherin on his way to the training, especially, Sirius. Imagine how drastic things would get if Padfoot heard Snape's upcoming words. Minimally - he would beat him into oblivion, if not kill him. Linking his sudden spark of nerve to the worst scenario possible ... an attempt to blackmail the Marauders.

  ᅠIt was hard to believe, but even someone like bloody-James-Potter had some moral principles, and picking on someone physically weak and too wounded felt tasteless. Perhaps, James really matured? Or it was much more entertaining for him to face enemies in good shape, with chances equally set. The pained grimace the potion fanatic pulled proved enough, that the flesh where Potter automatically poked wasn’t restored. He decided to wait until his recovery. It obviously suited everyone's interests for Snape to heal, leaving no further evidence for Remus to get expelled; his silence was crucial. Hell, he was even willing enough to supply him with illegal healing drugs just to speed up the process at this point. For the people he cared about, James was capable to commit the impossible. ᅠ 'I am utterly terrified'. A slap of mock right into his face. By the way the sarcastic comment slithered its way out of Snape's mouth, he could almost feel the protruding venom against his skin, that much he hated his tormentor. Pretty familiar with pulse-pounding in his temple, lips thinned and curved lopsidedly. Mocha brows furrowing underneath the curly, raven bangs. There was a particular spell hanging on his tongue ... A tensed minute of silence. ᅠ Regardless of that, Gryffindor sadist had no intentions to cause further damage to the area which was supposed to be in the process of healing, but if it wasn't for Snivellus' comment ... provoking further what he maintained to keep from surfacing, he would rightfully pour more salt on the open wound. ᅠNot like he was wrong with his assumptions. ᅠ “ Oh, wow. You're even thinking about me, paying you more attention than I already do? Dream on, ~ ” his cranium shook in amused disbelief, biting right back with a wicked comment, before flashing to notable seriousness. Internally, laughing at Snape's vain attempts to maintain distance between them, like a scaredy cat from a fire-breathing Boggart. ᅠ“ Believe what you want. This intelligently-malicious-idea, as you call it, is something that would unlikely cross YOUR mind, considering the spineless groupies you like to associate yourself with. You may view me as a cold troll but in fact, my heart is quite big and generous enough to give you a lengthy start-up to get your sh*t back together. ” ᅠ Snape’s stubbornness in the form of sudden insurgency earned him a quick, tempestuous, eye roll. Like if James wasn’t close enough to flare up. ᅠ “ I don't care how hard you hit that slimy head of yours back then! But if you're feeling suicidal enough to go for the thrill that is solely your thing, my task here was to give you a final warning. Understand? Oh, no no, you're very wrong about that, as long as you engage in something that involves me, and my friends -- obviously, it becomes my business. ” The sudden clutch upon his wrist caught Potter off guard despite sharpened senses and drew a silent hiss from the Headboy. It wasn't enough to move someone with an athletic build like he himself was, BUT a desired result happened -- the chest jab ceased, nevertheless. A power-play of muscles stuck mid-air, with no withdrawal or further progress. Who could have guessed there was strength hiding in those skinny arms. ᅠ“ Now, that's the spirit! But you better save it for the next time, ” he acknowledged, wired in unrestrained mirth of a chuckle. Purposely leaving demand about Marauders to stay away unanswered. It caused yet another stir of discomfort, but the wrist was yanked from the snake's grasp soon afterward with a swat of his other hand. ᅠHe openly carried on dialogue without haste or a solid fraction of guilt, “ Keep them out of your mouth kindly, would you? It's me you're dealing with. First, you're in no position to argue, try to smart-mouth me again when you stop wincing like a Princess from a poke.~ And then, only then ... we'll have some serious talking. You have two weeks, Snape. /Two weeks/. ” -- To recover. ᅠWith yet, another warning the Marauder turned on his heel in order to hurry back to the Quidditch training. He was already late, thanks to certain someone. Potter left much damage on his soul and body, but the words he uttered that day reached a whole new level of torment and could likely haunt the Half-Blood Prince for time being. The resonance of a few words lingered in-depth with those gravel velvets of levity. ᅠ“ And remember, ” once more, he glanced at Snape over his shoulder, “ your life belongs to me now. ”

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

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓:ㅤ𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘 ㅤ( & accepting )

A soothingly familiar voice responded in return to her worries like a gentle breeze, “ But it's a nice a feeling when you open them and realize that the nightmare only stays a nightmare, was never real, and that you're elsewhere and safe. ”

To Amelia's surprise, it was her 'favorite' flea bag manifested in full grace. The smile fixing subtly grown mustache could be considered the calmest she ever witnessed on him.

As someone who struggled with the nightmarish states of his imprisonment and was unfortunately still coping with the aftermath, Sirius was the last person who would give her advices about blatant ignorance. He joined her maze-less wandering with a sigh. “ We all wish for this nightmare to be over soon ... but patience isn't your strongest side. You, unfortunately, share this trait with your father and me. Heh, wish we had something more rewarding for you than that. ”

Wᴏʀᴅs ᴀʀᴇ, ɪɴ ᴍʏ ɴᴏᴛ sᴏ ʜᴜᴍʙʟᴇ ᴏᴘɪɴɪᴏɴ, ᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴏsᴛ ɪɴᴇxʜᴀᴜsᴛɪʙʟᴇ sᴏᴜʀᴄᴇ ᴏғ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ, ᴄᴀᴘᴀʙʟᴇ ᴏғ ʙᴏᴛʜ ɪɴғʟᴜᴇɴᴄɪɴɢ ɪɴᴊᴜʀʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴅʏɪɴɢ ɪᴛ.

What happened to Percival Graves?

Trephination. An arcane medical procedure performed by savages upon those possessed of evil spirits. By boring a hole in the skull, they believed it would allow the demons to escape. Let us be thankful we live in more enlightened times.

Stonehearst Asylum (2014) | dir. Brad Anderson

“ℑ 𝔥𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔠𝔥. ℑ𝔱’𝔰 𝔞𝔩𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔤𝔢𝔱𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔴𝔢𝔡 𝔲𝔭.”

                   𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 ● 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐇𝐏 𝐎𝐂           

𝙼𝚄𝚃𝚄𝙰𝙻𝚂 𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈 / 𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙸𝚅𝙴 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙶 / 𝚁𝚄𝙻𝙴𝚂 / 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙸-𝙱𝙸𝙾

I wanted (had to) to keep him in the box, locked with many ... many ... locks until IDK the right moment would come, but I guess not gonna happen anytime soon. How long is my patience going to last with the obnoxious frisk (James)? Guess I must be starving for chaos, how else to explain it.

messing up your hair because you think it looks cool to look like you’ve just got off your broomstick

bob morley as james potter

I suck at portraying female characters ... but Eileen Prince is something of a challenge I am willing enough to give a shot - and write her story. She murdered Tobias, escaped, and became a proud witch as she should.