#alice v: the past that put you there [coma au]

[thewrongsorts]

open starter // mutuals only

"I’ll be alright.” She just needs a little fresh air. A chance to catch her breath, just until her head stops spinning. Alice rubs at the ache in her shoulder, sighing. “I just need a moment. That’s all.”

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dissonance

closed starter for @worth12malfoys

They’d moved her to a private room. It was a nice space... good-sized, decorated like a real living space. Meant to trick you into forgetting you were still locked in a hospital. She should be grateful— trust Augusta to see that she’d get the best care they could provide.

Alice sighed, purposely slowly, and leaned back in her chair. This was good care, technically. Careful observation, comfortable housing, the right potions to get her....somewhat...back on her feet. She did look surprisingly presentable, for someone who’d just opened her eyes last week for the first time in fifteen years. It wasn’t the healers’ fault she didn’t want care.

She wanted to know more about what was going on outside these walls. She wanted to see her husband. She wanted to see her son. Her son—

It had taken the full week to arrange to pull him out of school for a visit. Not so long, given the circumstances; she should be grateful. Her hand clenched into a tight, angry fist, or....tried to. She watched it wobble unsteadily.

He hadn’t been even two years old the last time she’d seen him.

Someone knocked on the door, and she turned carefully in her seat; she’d fallen often enough lately to know she couldn’t trust her legs to hold her. Alice wasn’t going to cry, not in front of him —they’d already put enough weight on her son’s shoulders, hadn’t they—god, he was only sixteen—god, he was already sixteen,— but whatever greeting she’d been about to form died in her throat.

#closed starters #worth12malfoys #alice v: the past that put you there [coma au] #rp: alice #thread: dissonance

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@lcvedriven from here

Living. It might’ve been the last time she really felt like she was, honestly.

Alice looks back at her for a long moment, eyes contemplative in a way that isn’t new, exactly, but that seems to weigh more on her lately. It’s strange to see anyone she used to know, honestly; not only that they’ve gotten older.

She can’t decide yet whether the Willow she in front of her now is harsher or more free, or maybe a bit of both.

Maybe she shouldn’t be one to worry over how anyone else has let the war ( or wars, or.... the aftermath ) change them.

Something that isn’t quite really a smile flickers over her face, and she drops her gaze. “Yeah. I kn— I’m accepting that. Doesn’t make it easier, I guess.”

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@prioriincantatem from here

Alice watches him think with a little, encouraging smile. “That’s lovely,” she says wholeheartedly. She’d always liked Professor Sprout; it’s nice to be proven right. “There’s a lot of good work in herbology. Especially when you’ve got a real talent for it like that.”

Lords knows she could never have been allowed into the greenhouses unattended.

“I am angry. Your grandmother should have known better than to make you carry it.” She sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose, and digs her knuckles against her mouth. “It’s— Even for very accomplished wizards, it can be incredibly hard to use someone else’s wand. I can’t believe Augusta would put that on you.” 

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@moonshunned​ gets a starter for alice’s birthday 🎉

Alice had always adored May, when she was a child... the bright bloom of spring, her birthday around the corner. She’d lost that love during the war —the first war, she mentally corrected herself,— when the months blurred together in the haze of violence and loss. And then... 

Well, the first birthday she could remember after the first war, she’d spent in convalescence in St. Mungo’s, awake for less than a week and still too foggy-headed to process much beyond her hurt and fury. Then the second war had come, the past following her through to the present, and she’d had her first real birthday with her son, and her next birthday after that had been so close after the Battle of Hogwarts she could hardly place the memory among the rest of the post-war festivities.

This year.... Ahh. She was grateful to be able to celebrate with Neville, and even gladder to have lived to see this peacetime. But it was... complicated, wasn’t it? Bittersweet in ways she suspected maybe no one who hadn’t gone through both wars could really understand.

Which was why —part of why— she’d invited Remus over, separate from the ‘surprise’ party she knew Neville was planning for her later today. Sometimes you just wanted to talk to someone else who had ... been there.

“It’s good to see you...  How’s Teddy?”

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❝ we tell children so many lies… not to worry, not to be afraid, not to believe in monsters. ❞ // for alice!

twithatsftgitw starters // accepting!

“Is that so bad?” Maybe it’s the pressure of her last few months —of finding out her son was in the battle that kickstarted a war, less than a month after she’d woken up; that her baby was throwing himself into danger while she was still trapped bedridden in St. Mungo’s,— but Alice wants to believe there’s some merit to letting kids be kids, as long as you can.

Needs to believe that protecting your children pays off somehow.

She glances over at Severus, and the softness that used to permeate her gaze a decade ago has turned brittle, but the unhurried thoughtfulness underneath is all the same.

Here’s a man she might expect to know that not every lie is necessarily wrong... Then again, she has no idea what the years have done to him, since he was the sharp, scared kid she remembers working with in those short last months of the war.  ( The first war. )

“I suppose... we like to think we can beat back the monsters before our children have to face them,” she admits. If it comes out more bitterly than she intended, well, no one can blame her for that. We’re afraid so they shouldn’t have to be, but she can’t quite say it.

Alice shakes her head like she can banish the thought that way, arms crossing over her chest as she looks away again.

“You’ll be heading back to Hogwarts for the start of the schoolyear next month, then?”

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@worth12malfoys from here

“You are going to be careful, aren’t you, Mum?” Mum. He’d never called her that before. Stopped himself every time. But he didn’t actually notice, so distraught at the very thought of losing her again.

“Oh—” She hadn’t meant for him to take it that way. ( She kept saying the wrong things; when had it gotten so difficult not to distress someone... ) It didn’t escape her he’d actually addressed her like his mother, but worry drowned the  gladness. “Of course I am.”

( An honest answer, even if it missed the nuances of it. Careful, naturally. But she couldn’t promise that she would survive. Even if they weren’t at war, being careful only meant planning— it didn’t preclude choosing to give her life for something. )

After a moment, Alice smiled only a little stiffly. “I only meant... You remind me why....all of this is worth it.”

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@brightestxstar asked for alice

The portrait of Walburga Black is screaming again — this is only the second trip Alice has managed to the new Order headquarters, but she’d swear she’s heard that shrill hatred no less than ten times now. It’s not helping her headache, but then again, she’s less than a month out of the hospital. She’s always in pain, one way or another.

At least she can leave. Alice spares a quick glance toward her companion in the room; someone’s shut his mother up, but Sirius looks livid, anyhow. She remembers being told how rarely they’re letting him leave this place; which makes sense, of course. He’s still a wanted criminal, can’t have him out on the streets.

It also makes sense not to let women recovering from a fifteen-year coma out of her hospital room. 

Her nails bite into her palms for a moment, then she manages an uneasy smile— or possibly only a tired grimace, really. “Don’t suppose you have any good tea around?”

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❝ so, where’s your head at? ❞ ( sirius to alice! )

army of the dead starters // accepting!

“Oh, I'm...” Fine, she meant to say. Adjusting alright, you know, settling into everything and the rest of the polite half-lies she'd been telling everyone who'd asked after her since she checked herself out of St. Mungo's.

Something in Sirius' eyes stopped her, though — It occurred to her that if anyone might genuinely understand how she actually felt, it would be him. Spent most of the time she was asleep in Azkaban, hadn't he? And the injuries he'd taken at the Department of Mysteries...

“A bit scattered, honestly,” she admitted eventually, rubbing a thumb over the ache in her opposite palm. “Seems like I blinked and suddenly my baby is nearly full-grown. Another war at our doorstep and I don't know what use I can be in it.”

She stared up at him for a moment before adding, “...What about you?”

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‘ if i could get to sleep , i would have slept by now . ’ (from Nev, for his momma)

eilish lyrics / accepting! / @worth12malfoys​

Of course he would. She wished she didn’t doubt that, just a little. ( But she’d lived through the aftermath of two wars now, and she knew damn well that it could be just as tempting to avoid sleep as it was difficult to find it. )

Alice gave him a tired half-smile more of acknowledgement than any kind of humor and couldn’t help reaching up to smooth a hand through his hair — she knew he was a grown adult now, and already survived so much more than many people twice his age, but he would always be her baby— before nodding. “You want to sit up with me for a bit?”

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“I wonder who would be more opposed to this, muggles or purebloods?”

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“I don’t know that it divides along those lines, unfortunately…” There had been a time that Alice had fiercely hoped it could be as simple as slipping off into the muggle world and never hearing that shit again. But that was…..what, 1966 or 1967? Lord, she was getting old.

Didn’t matter, anyhow. She’d more than enough time to come to terms.

There was an undercurrent of something viscerally familiar in his voice. That mattered — might matter.

Alice tilted her head to look away from the televised parade and up at her son. The sight of him still brought an unfailing smile to her face ( The entire world was finally beginning to settle in the wake of the War, but nothing felt more worth all that they’d been through than seeing her son come into himself the way he was now, ) but she tried to keep it soft. Unexpectant. “Certain people will be awful, regardless of the magic they can or can’t do.”

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"Uh... happy birthday, mum..." Neville didn't have the first idea what his mother would like, so he'd settled on something simple, a necklace he'd seen in Hogsmeade. Hermione had assured him it looked lovely, but he still wasn't sure.

Alice stopped, blinking down at the small box. “Oh—” She’d nearly forgotten.

A week and a half from today would mark a full year since she’d woken up — She was doing better than the healers had at all expected, and starting to feel marginally less useless. But she hadn’t managed to get out of the hospital in time for his summer break, and she still didn’t have the energy to do half the work she wanted… The frustration of it had all but pushed her actual birthday from her mind. 

The smile that spread across her face as she opened it was soft but much more genuine than she could usually manage these days. When she looked back up at him, she was practically beaming. “This is beautiful.”

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allies recurrent

closed starter for @awfulencrgy​

So that had been it— again. Alice stopped at the street corner, frowning up at the early morning sunlight. Her second first meeting with the Order. 

More unfamiliar faces than old friends, today. She’d spoken to Moody and she knew that almost half of this new Order of the Phoenix had also been in the first. Hard to say if the knowledge was a comfort or a burden.

Everything was a reminder of what they’d lost —so recently, in her mind. She recognized Molly Weasley from visits with her brothers, and she shook the other woman’s hand wondering how many of her children even remembered Gideon or Fabian at all. The young auror she still had trouble believing was really Andromeda Black’s daughter laughed in the other room and for a moment all Alice could think of was the scene of the McKinnons’ home; how young Marlene had been.

She didn’t wince, exactly, when Dorcas Meadowes had entered, but she also hadn’t been able to quite meet the other witch’s eyes for the whole of the meeting. Alice remembered her, of course— vibrant and vindictive. They’d fought together, back when the eight years between them felt like she could practically be the younger woman’s mother. The last time they’d spoken to each other, the Potters had still been alive. The first war hadn’t been over—

And then two of their friends had died, and the war had ended with them but not quickly enough to save her family— Pain she can’t remember well enough to describe, and then she woke up and they told her that her son was sixteen and her husband was......the real reason she couldn’t look Dorcas Meadowes in the face. 

If anyone in that room knew that Alice hadn’t actually gone to see Frank even once in the four months since she’d woken up, it was her. 

A gust of lukewarm wind broke her train of thought. Almost October and it still wasn’t cold yet— what a strange thing for her to resent...

Alice shook her head and turned to glance back at Grimmauld Place, but instead found a familiar face on the sidewalk behind her. “Oh...” She smiled, nodding an uncertain greeting. “Dorcas.”

#alice v: the past that put you there [coma au] #rp: alice #awfulencrgy #thread: allies recurrent #closed starters #me: i'm gonna write a nice short starter nothin over the top #me but with a hood: ok but keep writing longer though