#hazel talking rubbish

[solarlesbo]

i am girl suffering...........

#😞😞😞 #what am i supposed to do #hazel talking rubbish

[thelighthousestale]

Perspective

[This is a continuation of A Decent Bloke. I just couldn't stop Lily and James talking about wizarding politics.]

Underneath the grand willow tree on the bank of the lake, the air was thick with the scent of crisp autumn leaves that layered the ground as Lily dropped down unexpectedly next to James Potter, who was engrossed in a Quidditch magazine. Startled by her sudden appearance, James looked up and greeted her with a quizzical, "Alright, Evans?"

Lily cut straight to the point. "What is the Sacred Twenty-Eight?"

James set aside his magazine and raised an eyebrow in surprise as he turned to Lily. "The Sacred Twenty-Eight?"

Lily took a deep breath, she was nervous about asking questions that seemed so obvious to people who grew up in the wizarding world. Severus had always told her it is important to act like you belong, to not show ignorance. "Yes, in the library the other day, you mentioned your family was excluded from all this twenty-eight nonsense and I don't know what that meant. So what is it?"

"It's a load of rubbish," James declared, looking away from Lily and grabbing nearby rocks that he began absentmindedly tossing into the lake. Lily watched the ripples form from the contact with the water expand across the lake into large circles and then fade back into still water, "The Sacred Twenty-Eight, more formally known as the Pure-Blood Directory if you'd like to look it up in the library, was created by an arsehole named Cantankerus Nott at some point in the 1930s. It is a record of which families in the British Wizarding World are considered 'pure-blood'."

"So it's like an official directory? Is it managed by the Ministry?"

"No, it's not official in any government sense. Though some families stupidly consider it an honor to be on the list. It is basically just another way to perpetuate pure-blood supremacy. Some families won't even associate with someone unless they can tie their family back to the list.

"But no family is really pure-blood," James continued, tossing a small rock between his hands before throwing into the dark depths of the lake. "Take Sirius, for example. Anytime a member of his family marries a muggle or muggle-born they are literally blasted off the family tree. They pretend they never existed. But just because you pretend someone doesn't exist doesn't change the actual reality or history of your family. You know Ollivander's in Diagon Alley? His mother was a Muggle-born, yet their family is still on the list too. It's all about power and keeping elite families in line."

"If no family is actually pure-blood then how can the list have any authority? "

James paused in his rock throwing while he looked at Lily, the autumn sun reflecting gold in his hazel eyes. Lily liked noticing the different colors in his eyes. "Ah well, it's all propaganda, isn't it? People like to confirm their already preconceived ideas, especially if it validates their sense of superiority... or fear. The two kind of go hand in hand I guess."

"My dad, he fought in the Second World War, and he never really talked about it. I think it upset him, the things he saw. When I found out about magic I never imagined the same issues that sent my dad to war and left him a bit haunted would exist here. The wizarding world is so small. It seems counterproductive to separate us into this, I guess caste system you could call it. If the goal is to exclude people like me from the magical world how do they expect to create a workforce or support their economy?"

Talking about this kind of stuff to James was different than talking to Severus. Severus always gave short, clipped answers and was quick to change the subject. James was always long-winded and excitable. Severus told her facts. James gave her explanations.

James, Lily had noticed the past couple of weeks, was also different than the James she had rowed with after their OWLs. She couldn't put her finger on it since he was still loud and overly confident but there was something about him that changed over the summer.

Maybe she was the one who changed over the summer.

Maybe they both did.

"Well, only the most extreme pure-blood supremacists seek to purge the world of what they considered 'impure.' However," James explained, picking up tiny rocks once more to toss into the lake, "Most people merely uphold societal norms and unexamined prejudices. Not that those biases are any better mind you."

"But you aren't most people. You don't think wizards are better than Muggles?" Lily questioned.

"No," James asserted. "People can be smart or dumb, decent or nasty, and it has nothing to do with being magical. The problem is that most pure-bloods live totally removed from the Muggle world."

"You think we need to get rid of the Statute of Secrecy?"

"No, well I don't know. I do think our community could benefit from more exposure and relations with the non-magical world. The problem is the supremacists argue the statute should be abolished so they can rule over the muggles." James tossed a rock high in the air before catching it and throwing it into the lake before he continued. "I haven't worked it all out, to be honest. I just know things need to change."

A year ago, watching James toss rocks into the lake while she tried to have a serious conversation would have annoyed her but as she watched him closer she thought perhaps the distraction of doing something with his hands was helping him concentrate, to articulate his thoughts better. "My family lives in a town with Muggles, goes to church with Muggles, we buy produce and eggs from Muggles at the market. My parents even hang out at the local pub with Muggles. They are my neighbors, not my enemies or my subordinates."

Lily realized all of a sudden how close they were sitting. His scent, a mixture of wood polish and sage, filled her senses. Their hands were almost touching, and she pondered whether he could hear the pounding of her heart. Just as she considered reaching out to see if playing quidditch had caused rough callouses on his hands, James moved his hand to throw another rock into the lake.

Lily picked up a rock herself and threw it where James' had landed, the sun reflecting through the ripples. "Do you want to meet in the library again? Maybe you can help me with more NEWT history work."

"I'm not taking NEWT-level history, Evans."

"Yes, but I like hearing your perspective."

They sat in a comfortable silence for a moment, watching the ripples fade across the lake as the water became still once again.

James got up from his place under the tree and turned around to offer a helping hand to Lily. His hands were soft. He smiled at her as she allowed him to help her up, "I like hearing your perspective, too."

#harry potter fanfiction #james potter #lily evans #lily potter #jily

[annasghosts]

Third part of this micro!! (Second part here). Enjoy!! ❤️ For @jilymicrofics with the prompt: Smooth

Lily marvels at how odd of a feeling it is to lay there, in the arms of a man who is at the same time a stranger and someone who knows her to her very soul. James’ chest is smooth under her cheek, warm, real, an anchor in the storm brewing inside of her. She lightly scratches her nails on his arm, feeling him shift, his eyelids fluttering before she is looking into his warm, hazel eyes, clouded by sleep, but soft as he gazes down at her.

“Hey, Evans.” He says, voice raspy, and his arm tightens on her back when he feels her shivering.

“This doesn’t mean I forgive you.”

“I know.” He murmurs, eyes roaming her face. She wonders what he sees when he looks at her. She is suddenly hit by the thought that, while she’s rediscovering someone she’s known all along, she must be the real stranger to him. The other Lily. She is suddenly uncomfortable, the intimacy between them too much, and she moves back, taking the sheet with her as she sits up. He makes no move to stop her, but she thinks there’s too much understanding in his eyes and she doesn’t think she can handle it so she looks away, for the first time taking in his room, the early morning light falling on his things, on the pictures of the people important to him.

“There are no pictures of me.”

“You wouldn’t have liked it.”

“Why?”

“We weren’t like that.” He says softly, shrugging, and she shakes her head, annoyed at his half-truths, at how much he leaves unsaid.

“Why did you say you were trying to protect me?” He sighs, getting up, unabashed in his nudity as he looks for his clothes scattered on the floor. “Potter?”

“It was stupid of us to get involved. It still is.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“There are things I can’t tell you, alright?”

She can tell he’s getting annoyed, his shoulders tense as he bends over. “That’s rubbish.”

“Just trust me on this!” He says, raising his voice, and her frowns deepens.

“So I’m good enough for a shag, but not for the truth?” She retorts icily and he looks at her in genuine shock, the shirt he’s just picked up dropping on the floor.

“What the fuck, Evans?” She doesn’t answer, getting up and letting the sheet fall on the bed. She hastily grabs her robes and starts looking for her wand, biting hard on her lip as she feels tears threatening to escape her eyes. “Evans?” He tries again and her vision blurs as she feels him getting closer, hating herself for that moment of weakness.

“If you ever, at any point, cared about me,” She says shakily, turning to look at him, needing to see him. “you need to tell me the truth.”

The anguish is clear in his face, so she reigns in the impulse to storm out, to take the chance she’s so freely given to break her heart away from him, and waits him out.

“I- I care about you, Evans.”

“Then talk.” She says, wiping at her eyes.

“I can’t give you all the answers,” He blurts out, watching her intently. “I don’t know the whole truth myself, but I know that as long as you hate me, you’re safe.”

“That makes no sense.” Lily says, baffled. “Why would that matter?”

“I don’t know.”

“But-”

“Look, we had to work together on this- this project, and you couldn’t stand me. You complained the whole time and I was annoyed, alright? I said I thought you were a brat and I didn’t want to work with you either, but Moody just laughed and said that might just save both our lives.”

“Moody?” She asks, trying to think back, to remember what happened. “Mad-Eye Moody?”

“Yes.”

“We were working for him?”

“We were.” James confirms, then shifts his eyes away. “It doesn’t matter now. You need to get your memories back.”

“But I’m a potioneer!” Lily exclaims loudly, not listening. “I came to England to work with Professor Slughorn. That’s why I left my family! Why would I work for an Auror?”

“I can’t-”

“The hell you can’t!”

“Look, I don’t know everything.” He says firmly, trying to calm her. “I just know that this wasn’t supposed to happen, but there was something between us.”

“A spark.” The word escapes her before she can reign it in, but she knows it’s the truth.

“Yes. And we didn’t care, we didn’t care about the consequences, about the future.” He shakes his head and there’s a bitter smile on his face and Lily can’t look away, drawn in, hanging onto every word. “You said you could act like you hated me just fine, you’d make it up to me later.”

She blushes and looks away. She could see herself telling him this, teasing him. There are still so many pieces missing, but she believes him. She knows he’s telling the truth. She feels the pull between them, the passion, even now. And she knows herself, she knows she would have chased that thrill even if it was stupid, even if it was dangerous and, looking at him, at the need reflected in his eyes, she thinks they are the same.

#jily #jily microfic #jple #james potter #lily evans

[formulatrash]

hi hazel, incredibly upset pascal fan here. don’t wanna fool myself into thinking he still has a shot to the title, but i would rather ask you how would you rate his season, especially compared to the previous ones in which he probably had tougher luck

heya; man, it's been a rough weekend for the FE fellas innit :(((

Pascal's had a very strong season. something I feel like people really underestimate about him is he's one of the drivers who came from F1 and almost instantly adapted to Formula E. Stoffel had the same ability, which is honestly commendable but he came in with all the machinery of Mercedes around him and with the knowledge he and the team had a year of learning as his first one.

Pascal wasn't in quite such a comfortable position; he had to hit the ground running at Mahindra to keep his seat. he doesn't have a WEC side gig or GTs to fall back on, he basically got so dropped he had to make it work. Mahindra is a relatively hard team to do that in - everyone there is lovely and works super hard but they are a small outfit compared to the factory teams and Pascal had to miss the first round because of his antagonistic Mercedes contract ties.

given that, his results have always been strong. clearly the Porsche factory team was not immediately on it, as a group and there was some significant operational frustration in the early years of him being there, including losing the victory to an admin error that, honestly, F4 teams have to do and the ex-LMP1 team should've been more than familiar with declaring tyre sets seeing as you have to do it all the time in endurance.

despite Porsche's gremlins, Pascal clearly stood out as the lead driver. although actually him and Andre scored fairly equal points across the two years they were teammates (Pascal had the upper hand but by a smaller margin than you'd think) it's been very obvious he got to grips with Gen3 quicker than Antonio did this year.

you could argue that was because Pascal did more of Porsche's specific development work than Antonio, who was still at Techeetah, did. except that no one was really doing any development work on Gen3 during Season 8, aside from powertrain building and with the best will in the world the drivers are not likely to be consulting on ECU chip packaging. the chassis were delivered so late almost no testing took place before the end of last season and some manufacturers hadn't even received a car, so it's less of an advantage than it should have been if the development had been kept to a reasonable timeline.

Pascal hit the ground running this year and took those early podiums. his results since haven't been as stellar, Jakarta win aside but he has been consistent, something it is nearly impossible to be in Formula E. he's picked up points whenever he can and he's stayed in the title fight because of that, with an incredible record of non-attrition compared to the majority of drivers.

if I was gonna do a video essay about Pascal's season and lord knows I'm pretty low on employment right now maybe I should, then it'd look at just how well he's managed to stay in the points. I can only think of one comparative season, which'd be Robin Frijns in contention without a win in Season 7.

he clearly can still take wins, as he ably demonstrated in Jakarta. Porsche's qualifying pace is off the boil and Jake Dennis being a wizard is also part of Andretti having been in FE since the very beginning, with all the operational experience that brings, compared to factory Porsche still being an ex-LMP1 squad playing at the world's weirdest single seaters.

(I'd also do a video essay on how being the customer team can be an advantage in Formula E. and like 12 on what the hell is going on in half the teams. unfortunately my phone would probably explode trying but anyway.)

overall I'd probably rank Pascal very highly in a list of FE drivers of the season. I think anyone underestimating his season would be talking rubbish; he's been clean, kept his head together and you can see that from where he still is in the standings. he hasn't completely made Antonio look like a fool (he certainly isn't one) but being 53 points ahead of a guy with many seasons more experience in FE and who took the most dominant championship win ever is, even on paper a good season.

to add the detail from following it, I think Pascal has put together some superb performances. he's only qualified higher than sixth twice (in Diriyah and Jakarta) and won both of those races. he also won in Diriyah from ninth. his Portland pace was particularly impressive to come from 20th to eighth in a race with severe energy constraints.

it's very clear that he has matured his own style of driving in and experience of Formula E and that he's evolved into a driver who is more than capable of doing what is very important in FE, which is being able to manage the whole race yourself. the team of course helps with that with all preparation but at the end of the day you are alone in the car executing the strategy, with nothing they can really do to help you on it, without pit stops.

I think Pascal is going to have a long career in FE, he's clearly clever enough to do it (you really have to be pretty damn smart, in all top level motorsport but particularly FE because you are your own engineer in the races) and more than competitive. his adaptation to Gen3 has been superb and it's only the first year.

#fe asks #pascal wehrlein

[forbidden-forest-witch]

Destiné à Être: A Remus Lupin story

Chapter 8: Harry Potter and the Advanced Guard

Woo hoo! I’m back with a new chapter. This story is gaining momentum at a glacial speed on this app. If you like the story, please comment and reblog! It really helps with my motivation to keep posting. Is anyone out there?

(Warnings: Smoking, drinking, language, sexual themes. 18+ only)

Word count: 5.7K

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"Thinking of you is a poison I drink often" -Atticus

"Goddamn I hate these, erm, muggles. How much longer?", Brigitte asks Tonks. They've been watching Harry's Aunt and Uncle's house for the last six hours. It's humid outside, and their backs are painfully stiff from the stationary position under a neighbor's hedge.

"Hmm, Podmore should be here any minute". Tonks says, trying to stifle a yawn. They watch as Harry crawls into a hydrangea bush to stay out of sight. 

"It's sad, watching this boy sulk around his neighborhood. I don't understand why he can't be at Grimmauld. He'd be even safer and I could make a dent in Sirius' case", Brigitte laments.

"It's one of those times where we have to blindly accept Dumbledore's orders. He says it's safest for Harry, so here he stays for two more weeks", Tonks sighs.

"How is Sirius' case coming along? Sorry I can't get the paperwork for ya".

"Kingsley told me last night after the meeting that his case is magically sealed. Probably because it'll show how poorly the Ministry handled it. Capturing Peter and getting personal testimonies from everyone who saw him transform from a rat is what's going to be Sirius' saving grace. How the hell is that going to happen?", Brigitte worries.

"He can't hide forever", Tonks says optimistically. "We just gotta be patient. You're working on the werewolf stuff in the meantime?".

"I'm starting to make some notes so I can refer to work I've done in France. It's repulsive, Dora, the Ministry's language talking about people with Lycanthropy. I cannot imagine how they will react when I go in to defend them". Brigitte doodles in a miniature sketchbook she had hidden in her pocket.  

"Who cares what they say? They're wrong! What you're doing is badass! I bet Remus is eternally grateful to the beautiful young woman helping him like no one else has".Tonks dramatically bats her lashes.

"Have you been in the sun too long?".

"Don't deny it. He stares at you when he thinks no one is looking".

"Oh stop, Dora, he does not!", Brigitte says trying to hide her blushing cheeks.

Tonks wiggles her eyebrow and smirks, "It's quite adorable, actually. Sirius told me Remus is painfully shy, but he's warmed up real quick to you".

"We're friends. He's easy to talk to", Brigitte insists. She definitely won't bring up their intimate moment dancing together and how he was openly staring at her then and not at all shy with his hands.

"Whatever you say", Tonks looks over at Brigitte, who's staring up at the sky as and daydreaming about those hazel eyes and 'deep pink scars I want to trace with my lips. Wait– what the hell are you thinking, woman?' ...

After taking a little window shopping and a long walk back to Headquarters, Brigitte finds Remus in the kitchen. Hermione has finally arrived, and she is telling him about her new club S.P.E.W, ignoring the protests from Ron.

"'Mione, stop! He doesn't want to hear this rubbish. What do you suggest? They free Kreacher so he can go and blab about what we're doing!?".

Remus glances up to Brigitte with a welcoming smile, and she pats his shoulder as she walks by. Their lingering touches have become more and more frequent.

They're all listening to Hermione's arguments in favor of House Elf rights, when suddenly Mndungus Fletcher frantically bolts into the room. He's sweaty and out of breath. His eyes are wide and bloodshot.

"Dung? What—"

"Dementors... attacked the boy...".

Sirius and Molly come in with arm loads of trash and arguing about Sirius' unruly hair, They've been getting under each other's skin the more time they spend in these close quarters;

" ... Can't it be shorter? It traps in that cigarette smell", Molly wrinkles her nose.

"Ugh, Molly I-- What's going on?", the raven- haired wizard asks when he sees the panic in everyone's eyes.

"Mundungus, what the hell are you talking about!?", Remus urges, approaching the dirty man with a frantic look in his eyes.

"Dementors ... Kingsley and Mad-Eye are there now".

"Wha-what?", Sirius roars and drops the rubbish in his hands.

"I... I had gone— for just a moment!", he slurs. Molly grips Sirius' sleeve so he doesn't charge the drunken man or try to leave the house.

"Sirius, you have to stay calm!", Brigitte puts her hand on his chest to still him,

"Dung, tell us what happened". He looks around hesitantly before divulging what Mrs. Figg told him.

" ... two of 'em. Attacked him and the cousin, parents took him to Muggle hospital. Harry's fine, he did a patronus on 'em". Molly gasps; Hermione and Ron look at one another horrified.

"Fine?! Merlin, Mundungus ... he better stay in that house", Sirius emphasizes. He, Hermione, and Ron each scribble notes to Harry before he leaves the Dursley's house and makes himself vulnerable to the dark, soul-hungry creatures.

"Dementors in Surrey?", Remus asks still in disbelief. Emmeline Vance rushes into the room, along with Sturgis Podmore.

"What happened?! Got word from Moody".

Broderick Bode and a few others trail in behind them. Brigitte quickly shares details of the attack. Some of them immediately turn back around to Apparate to the scene.

"We need to go get him!", Sirius howls.  

"As long as Harry stays in that house, he's safe". He looks at Brigitte out of the corner of his eye, where she stands with her hands on Hermoine's trembling shoulders.

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Harry stays put for three days. The Order checks the surrounding skies countless times and finds no trace of the dementors, and Moody forms a route for getting Harry to quickly and safely to Headquarters.

Though, not quickly enough for those waiting for his arrival. Brigitte is distracting herself and Molly in the kitchen. They've been told everything should go smoothly, but Bri can't help but worry about Remus— and Tonks and the others, of course. Hermione and Ginny have come downstairs, hoping to hear some news. Sadly, Arthur and Sirius are only talking about new Ministry restrictions with other Order members at the table.

"I don't know who's more excited about Harry's arrival: Sirius or Ginny?", Brigitte teases to keep the vibe light. Ginny scrunches her nose in denial.

"I hope Harry isn't too upset that we couldn't write more", Hermione nervously mutters.

"You can blame us", Brigitte assures her.

"Ginny, Hermione, I think you should head up", Molly says. "Harry will be here soon ... Please ask Gus to come down and join us".

The girls reluctantly shuffle out the room. Gus comes down from playing cards with Fred and George, and holds the door open for Snape. It becomes tense and quiet in the kitchen after that.

Minutes later there's a scuffle from the foyer. Molly rushes out to intercept Harry as the Advance Guard files in. Remus doesn't miss the chance at taking the empty seat next to Brigitte.

"Uneventful mission, I hope?", she asks.

He takes in a deep breath, her light florally scent invading his senses. "Aside from freezing our asses off— totally uneventful", he smiles down at her.

"And you're feeling alright?". The full moon was only two days ago and Remus insisted on helping with Harry's extraction tonight, regardless. He's not all scratched up and bloodied, but a keen eye can see the exhaustion in his features.

"I'm fine, Britt, honest. I had chocolate and the tea you made me. I'm good as new". Remus sits up straight and smiles with his chin up high.

"Okay, okay ... chocolate fiend", she teases and nudges his arm, making them both blush.

Kingsley clears his throat and the chatter fizzles out. He begins by taking Mundungus off all upcoming assignments. The lack of new information people have is discouraging. People are skeptical to speak, untrusting of those around them-- afraid their words will be used against them. Nothing out of the ordinary has occurred in the patrolled areas, and the general public is still weary about Voldemort's return.

"The Ministry is covering it up! And now the attacks? They control those things!", Sirius rants. "How do we know The Ministry isn't trying to take out Harry too?".

"Because Voldemort is still deliberating his best course of action when it comes to Minister Fudge", Snape dully explains. "I can confirm that the Dark Lord is after a prophecy, hidden in the Department of Mysteries".

"Ah, just as Dumbledore suspected", Kingsley scoffs mirthlessly.

“A prophecy about Harry?”, Brigitte asks.

“Correct”, Snape says, looking disgusted at having to respond.

"All the more reason for them to do something", Molly points out.

"The Ministry's official position is that the attack is all allegations", Tonks rolls her eyes. "Fitting into Dumbeldore's narrative".

"Harry will have to go to his hearing and explain what he saw. Then we may get to investigate. We have no other means to get to Azkaban and personally count the dementors". Kingsley sighs and rubs his tired eyes.

"Harry's not a liar", Sirius growls. "He shouldn't have to explain himself".

"We saw Cedric Diggory. Why wouldn't they believe him?", Brigitte asks.

"Politics", Tonks explains bluntly. "You didn't technically see how he died".

"It's easier to live in denial than fear. The last war wasn't long ago, too many people remember it. Fudge doesn't want public hysteria", Remus whispers to Brigitte. She is fortunate enough not to remember last time Voldemort was gaining power– she was about to start her first year of schooling far away in France.

"Who knows what this means going forward. Just keep your guards up. Everyone know their assignments?", Kingsley asks. There's a collective head nod. Brigitte's job is to be available when needed, not draw attention to herself, and do her legal work in her limited free time.

When the meeting comes to a close, the hoard of Order members leave for their new duties. Some will keep an eye on Diagon Alley, some are stuck at the Dursley's house, and the 'lucky ones' are stationed around the Ministry building with Alastair Moody.

Molly waves her wand, setting the table for dinner as the swarm of children return.  

"Harry!", Brigitte jumps from her seat and hugs the boy. "I'm so happy to see you! How are you?! I cannot believe what happened".

"Britt? Wh- what are you doing here!?".

"I never went back to France. Fleur is here too. Now, sit with Sirius, dinner will be ready soon!", she gently nudges him towards his godfather who's waiting with open arms.

"Mundungus, I've told you not to light that cigar in here! Especially at meal times!", Brigitte fumes and forces a gust of wind at him as she sits back down next to Remus, who's chuckling at her adorable, angry face.

"What's so funny?".

"Oh ... nothing", he coughs nervously. "Did you have a good day?".

Remus left early, so he missed the chaos that swarmed around Grimmauld Place. Brigitte animatedly tells him about distracting Molly most of the day, wiggling her fingers above the wooden tabletop to make fluffy dandelions sprout up. Talking to Remus and seeing him look so invested in what she's saying makes her feel like a silly schoolgirl, and it seems to make her magic giddy.

"Remus, you there?". Brigitte waves her hand, noticing his distant gaze. He can't help it. It's like his brain shuts off by her voice hypnotizing him. Remus clings onto Brigitte's melodious accent. He looks forward to her telling him about her day; she's quickly becoming the calming presence in his life— well, a calm that make him so nervous his heart violently thumps against his ribs. Honestly, the girl could explain the difference between goblin and leprechaun gold and he'd savor each word that spills from her lips.

"Huh? Yeah. Yes, of course I am-", he's cut off by Tonks shouting across the table.

"Need any help, Molly!?". She's sat in the corner, huddled up with Gus.

"No dear, really that's alright. Just getting the stew", she pleads to the clumsy girl.

"We got it!", Fred and George said in unison, pointing their wands.

"NO! JUST CARRY THEM!!". The stew, breadboard, and knife slam onto the table. Sirius and Harry jump away to avoid injury, and when they see no one's hurt the room erupts into laughter- everyone sans Molly who screams at her sons.

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When the last dessert fork is set down, Molly interrupts the scattered conversations and suggests the children go to bed. Sirius raises his hand in objection, pushing his chair back and turning his body to Harry.

"Y'know, I'm surprised. I thought you'd be asking more questions", Sirius says to his godson.

"I did! I asked Ron and Hermione but they said we're not allowed—"

"And they're right. You're too young", Molly inserts intensely.

"Since when do you have to be in the Order to ask questions? Harry's been trapped with muggles for months. He's got the right to know". Sirius insists.

"It's too risky, Sirius".

"I'm not going to tell him more than he needs to know, Molly, but he's been through more than most in the Order!", Sirius argues.

"But he's still—"

"He's not a child! He can even do a bloody patronus!".

"I only have Harry's best intentions at heart! He's not an adult... he's not James, Sirius!", Molly argues.

Sirius glares at her, cheeks turning red. It's escalating too quickly, and everyone is exhausted from cleaning the giant townhouse-- and consuming too many fire whiskeys.  

Brigitte looks to Remus, his jaw is clenched and gaze set on Sirius. Harry glances nervously between the two arguing while the other kids stare at their plates. Tonks and Arthur's eyes are like saucers. Gus lights a cigarette, relatively unphased.

"You think I'm an irresponsible godfather?", Sirius asks coldly, his voice continually rising.

"You've been known to act rashly, Sirius!".

"He's not your son, Molly", Sirius growls at her. He grasps his chair, ready to pounce.

Molly purses her lips bitterly. "He's as good as. Who else has he got?".

"ME! He's got me!".

"Yes", Molly smirks, "but it's been rather difficult to do be there for him while locked up in Azkaban, hasn't it?".

Sirius throws his chair back. Brigitte gasps, moreso at Molly's words than Sirius' reaction.

"Sirius sit down!", Remus hisses, "Personally, I think it's better that Harry get the facts- not all the facts, Molly-- but we might as well tell him before he hears it from somewhere else", he affirms. Brigitte gives him a reassuring nod.

"Molly... we were there when Harry came back with Cedric", Brigitte sighs heavily, "He deserves to know what's going on".

Molly throws up her hands in defeat and kicks the other children out of the room. Sirius gives Harry a vague update: how Voldemort is after a weapon (the prophecy) that could help him win and the Order is doing everything they can to keep him from gaining momentum.

"But what is the weapon?", Harry asks.

"Well--", Sirius begins to delve into the Department of Mysteries, but Molly has had enough.

"Alright, I think he's heard plenty! Harry, I'm sure Ron and Hermione would like to spend time with you". Molly puts on a fake smile and gently nudges Harry out the room. She gives Sirius one last nostril flare, before giving her attention to the dirty dishes and left over food.

Tonks stealthily ventures across the room, afraid any sudden movement might set off Molly. She leans down to Brigitte's ear and whispers, "Hey Love, do you have a dress I can borrow? Gus is taking me to dinner".

"Of course! Let's go, Hermione and Ginny are already in my room... I'll see you later, uhh, Lunaire", Brigitte addresses Remus as she stands up.

"What's Lunaire?", he asks innocently.

"It's the closest translation to 'Moony' in French". She giggles, skipping out of sight with Tonks, leaving Remus a love-struck mess. They join Hermione and Ginny in Brigitte's bedroom, quickly turning the space into a fabric wasteland, with clothes covering the floor like a lumpy carpet.

"Okay so you're edgy and punk", Brigitte rummages through her dresses flung about. Hermione and Ginny hold some up to their bodies and twirl around.

"Gus likes dark blue. I have the perfect one but where is it?!", Brigitte starts throwing the dresses behind her, making a huge pile. "Here!", she tosses the dress to Tonks. It's navy chiffon with a tulle skirt and sheer long sleeves– subtly elegant and sexy.

"It's beautiful! I don't know if I could pull this off", Tonks hesitates.

"All you need to think about is Gus pulling it off", Brigitte laughs.

"That's your brother!".

"Yeah, and you're my friend, so try it on!".

Tonks reluctantly gives them a fashion show, and the dress fits her like a glove.

"Yeah that's definitely the one!", Ginny smiles. Hermione eagerly nods her head, her fluffy hair bouncing erratically.

"I'm thrilled you're going out with Auguste, Tonks! Taking someone to romantic dinner? Very unlike him, going out anywhere in public".

"He's falling in love!", Ginny sings, picking up a long formal gown and admiring herself in the mirror.  

"Hardly... Speaking of dates, when do we get to dress you up?", Tonks wiggles her eyebrows and the two young girls pipe up in agreement (Yeah! Yeah! When??).

"That'd be a little difficult with no one to go with", Brigitte grumbles.

"What about Remus?", Hermione asks innocently.

"I don't know 'what about Remus'... we're friends".

Tonks rolls her eyes as she packs the dress in her bag. "Oh, puh-lease! I told you I see the way he looks at you".

"And when you talk at dinner he gets this goofy smile", Ginny adds teasingly.

"And he likes being close to you", Hermione adds. Brigitte's face is glowing red at this point.

"Look, he's sweet and we have nice talks ... It's just not good timing. H-he probably thinks I'm some wacky girl, too young for him", she says somberly. Tonks rubs her arm sympathetically,

"I've seen the way you look at him, too. Don't say things like that! He doesn't think you're just some anything! You're a gifted, smart, and unearthly stunning witch, Brigitte Moreau and he'd be an absolute git to not see that".

"Personally, I think you two make a nice looking couple", Ginny declares. Downstairs in the drawing room, Remus, Sirius, Harry, and Ron are tucked around the fireplace.

"I can't believe we're going to have another new DADA teacher. They've all been bloody nightmares–except you, Lupin", Ron clarifies. Remus smiles appreciatively.

Harry makes an slack face, thinking about what the upcoming year could behold. "If I'm even allowed back at school ...".

"That's nothing to worry about, Harry. Fudge may not listen but he's just one person. You'll be fine. Kids do underage magic more than you think. Just picture all the amazing food you get to have at school ... the birds ya haven't seen all summer?", Sirius grins wickedly.

"You're ridiculous", Remus huffs.

"No, I'm Sirius", his grin widens, "though ... I have a feeling the only birds these two are interested in are right here in this house".

Ron looks at Harry suspiciously, who quickly changes subject, "Well, uh ... Lupin, what's going on with you and Brigitte? She seems really nice, the few times I spoke to her during the last school year".

The tips of Remus' ears heat up. Fred and George perk up from their card game to hear the answer, George with a sad yet hopeful glint in his eye. Sirius sits up and looks amusedly at his old friend.

"I think we're all curious about that!".

"Brigitte and I are friends", Remus responds desperately- hoping it'd be the end of it. Sirius dramatically rolls his eyes and throws his hands in the air. Harry smirks. "Sorry... I just thought maybe- you two were sitting close at dinner ...".

Sirius loves seeing him tease Remus like James would, making Moony squirm nervously.

"They're like that most meals", Ron whispers.

"Pfft. Anytime they're in a room together", Sirius scoffs. They laugh and go back to talking about Hogwarts and how awkward Remus used to be around girls.

He tries to push down the heat growing across his body. He didn't realize people noticed him always sitting next to her like some pathetic school boy. "Has SHE noticed?", Remus thinks; but what is he supposed to do? He can't help but gravitate to her. There's a strong pull, and the second he is near her a tranquil feeling envelopes him.

Remus battles himself internally. He tries to push away the sound of her laugh replaying in his mind and the image of her rosy lips. "Stop goddammit! She's young and ambitious, you'll ruin her... but she's so sweet. Her smile- no, quit it!", Molly comes into the room with a sour look.

"I think it's past time you two went to bed. Now". She's clearly in a sour mood from dinner. The younger boys say good night and head to their room. Brigitte and Tonks pass them at the doorway.

"I think it's time I head out too", Tonks announces. Auguste, who is sitting with Arthur on the opposite side of the room near the twins, stands up to escort her.

Brigitte hugs him, whispering a warning in his ear. "I'm so excited you two are going out and I know I'm your sister, but I like Tonks so don't you dare ruin it!".

"Yeah, yeah. Protective little bear ... I wouldn't dream of doing anything to mess this up".

Brigitte bids goodnight to the remaining party, pausing to give Remus a small wave– which Sirius catches, only helping his argument.

Once everyone else has gone to bed, Sirius and Remus sit in silence for a few minutes deep in thought. "Moony... I know you're going to shut this down, but it's pretty obvious that she likes you too ... fully aware of your furry problem. I don't think you should ignore that". Remus scoffs in response.

Sirius sighs and pats his friend's knee before standing up to retire for the evening,

"If James and Lily were here they'd tell you the same thing. I know you– you've never been like this with a woman. You already passed the hard part, she accepts who and what you are. Don't run away from happiness ...".

─── . ˚*☆ ☾ ☆*˚ . ───

The following weeks are the antithesis of uneventful. Justice proves it can prevail, and Harry is acquitted of the outrageous 'underage magic charges'. The remaining days before the new school year are spent dusting heavy drapes, removing doxies from underneath furniture, dodging hiding boggarts, and organizing scattered family heirlooms.

"THROW IT ALL OUT FOR ALL I CARE!", Sirius bellows after Brigitte asks him where they should store his family's antiques. Going through his parent's belongings isn't his idea of a pleasant afternoon.

"We'll take care of it. Go take these rubbish bags down, yeah?", Molly gently directs Sirius, trying to keep the peace for the end of Harry's summer. They have not brought up their fight that occurred the night Harry arrived and are pretending it never happened. Brigitte flashes Sirius a crude hand gesture, earning a snicker from the Weasley kids.

"Does that mean we can keep them?", Fred asks, eyeing a very gaudy locket, his pupils turning into gold coins.

"No! Who knows what dark magical traces are still on it? C'mon girls, you can pick out a dress to wear tonight". Brigitte gets up from her station on the rug with Ginny and Hermione ...

To celebrate the end of the summer and possibly lift Sirius' spirit, they're having a farewell party. Brigitte and Molly make a delicious feast; Fleur and Bill make an appearance at dessert so she can formally meet his siblings before they leave.

The room is filled with chatter. Fleur boasts about how accommodating Bill has been at the bank, and Sirius tells Harry stories about his parents; Brigitte is sitting at the end of the table with Remus– big shocker– telling him about some of the work she's done for werewolves in her home country.

"One of the first revisions I was apart of was Employment Rights, so now it's illegal to fire someone because they have the condition. So far it's worked out really well. The public disdain in Paris is slowly dwindling as they see that people with lycanthropy aren't a threat", Brigitte tells Remus with a shy smile.

"That's... that's amazing, Britt! I can't even imagine how proud your family is". Remus' eyes glitter with astonishment. She is perfect. He can't even find it in him to argue with her, even though he still considers himself a threat.

"I had to do it. It's one of the reasons my Papa has his own store, he couldn't find a job elsewhere when he was young. Now I need to do the same thing here. Oh Remus, there's so many messed up—".

"Alright– 'nough chit chat! Let's go dance!", Sirius hollers. Tonight, he is a happy drunk.

Everyone except Molly and Arthur follow Sirius to the drawing room. Brigitte puts on the 80's dance music. She takes ahold of Ginny and Hermoine's hands to pull them to the middle of the room. They dance around wildly with Bill and Fleur to Blondie.

♫ ♪ ♫  Call me (call me) on the line! Call me, call me any, anytime Call me!  ♫ ♪ ♫

"Move it! Move it, ladies!", Sirius says hip bumping them out of the way. He, Fred, and George invade the space, doing some weird twist move.

Remus sits on the velvet couch with Harry and Ron, and he use the opportunity to instill into Harry the importance of him staying under the Ministry's radar.

"There's going to be some changes to Hogwarts this year... you've already made it through one hearing. It won't happen again, so keep your head down", Remus warns gravely.

Brigitte shimmies over, singing along with the music. "Alright, alright. Let the boy enjoy his last night here! Come, Harry! Dance with us!", and she yanks him and Ron up away towards the center of the room.

Sirius looks at him with a beaming smile, "My boy!", he cheers and takes Harry's hands, jumping around in the center of the group. Harry lets out a boisterous laugh.

Brigitte makes her way back to Remus, "You didn't think I'd forget you?", she teases him.  

"One can only hope", he says sarcastically but rolls his eyes and takes her outreached hands.

In the middle of the tiny dance floor, Brigitte keeps her fingers curled around Remus' rough hand, hoping it will make him feel more comfortable to show off his skills. If only she knew how the contact was making his whole body numb.

Remus smiles wantonly at her and they gaze into each other's eyes, letting the loud music and Sirius' aggressive dancing fade into the background. Remus spins Brigitte around a few times, eliciting the laugh that makes his knees weak. The chemistry is so obvious to everyone in the room but them.

"I learned English with this music. Papa and I would dance and sing for hours. Michael Jackson was best for dancing, but Pink Floyd is prettiest instrumentals". Brigitte eyes glimmer with nostalgia as she thinks about her childhood.

"Hence the vinyls?", Remus asks rhetorically, his hands resting on her waist. "All you touch and all you see is all your life will ever be". Brigitte swoons as he quotes her favorite band. Her whole body practically vibrates for the rest of the night, long after his hands leave her.

─── . ˚*☆ ☾ ☆*˚ . ───

The following morning, a thud and pitiful whimper outside Brigitte's bedroom door interrupts her untangling her messy waves.

"Mon Dieu! Ginny, you alright?!". She runs to the girl laying on the floor with a scraped forearm, her face crumpled from breaking her fall with her knees and elbows. It's been a restless morning, and Ginny flying down the staircase is another hindrance in their efforts to get out the door on time.

"We're so sorry, Gin!", George and Fred come running down the steps just as Molly comes running up.

"WHA- YOU TWO COULD HAVE DONE SERIOUS INJURY. IDIOTS-". Brigitte and Ginny slowly slip away from Molly's line of fire. Brigitte gently closes her bedroom door and kneels by her bed.

"I have a potions case under here, I'll fix that scrape up". She puts a clear cream on Ginny's elbow, and they watch the cut disappear.

After creating a pyramid of trunks, the household makes way to the front door so they can get to King's Cross Station. Brigitte stands around with Molly to say her goodbyes, for she has prior obligation.

A shadow in her side vision catches her attention. "Sirius Black? What the hell do you think you're doing?", Brigitte asks the black dog strolling past her. "No! No, absolutely not! Someone could see you idiot!".

He's cute, but not cute enough to get away with this. He looks over his shoulder once he reaches the doorway. Brigitte's glares at the canine. Remus and the children file down the stairs and look hesitantly between the two, nervous to speak a word. Sirius makes a small whimper that makes Brigitte's stoic face falter.

"Sirius, it's dangerous. Your animagus isn't a secret anymore". The dog just continues to whimper and nudges Harry's leg.

Remus gently place his hand on Brigitte's shoulder, "I'll watch him at King's Cross? Moody's there too. Nothing's going to happen to anyone, okay?", he looks down at her with pouty lips and trusting honey eyes.

"Fine. Please, be safe", Brigitte says timidly, briefly touching his hand that's still resting on her. She shoots a glaring look to Sirius. If he wasn't a dog, he'd be laughing at how easily she just folded to Remus' request.

"Oh honestly... it's YOUR head", she warns the dog as he prances out the door. She gives everyone a hug, with George and Fred somehow sneaking to the back of the line for seconds.

She reiterates to Harry the importance staying out of the spotlight and focusing on having a normal school year. She waves goodbye to everyone and watches them disappear down the street, praying that no one catches Sirius.

"Well, I think I'm going to enjoy a cup of coffee", Molly sighs, waltzing back inside.

"I wish I could join you, but I must pay a visit to St Mungos hospital".

"Oh, Dear..."

"Dumbledore connected me with a Healer there. It's the first time they've reached out, but there is a werewolf bite victim. I'm going to try to help him before the Ministry finds him", Brigitte explains as she laces up her boots.  

She must be discreet. Confidently walking into the hospital, Brigitte bypasses the front desk without being stopped. Molly told her where the ward for Serious Bites is, so she doesn't look lost or suspicious.

The ward is empty except for a man lying on the farthest bed. Now Brigitte hesitates. An older Healer with white hair approaches.

"Hello, how can I help you?".

"Are you by any chance Healer Le Fay?".

"That's right, Dear. Are you the witch I wrote to?". Brigitte nods her head, so Healer Le Fay leads her further into the room.

"The only thing he's told me is that his name is Darren. That's it-- here almost an entire month and he refuses to speak... I would have reached out sooner, my dear. But I was worried he would try to hurt you. It's honorable work you do".

"Thank you, Madame. He, I can handle. I won't be long". Brigitte marches over to the bed. Darren is curled up under the covers with his back to the door, but when Brigitte's footsteps stop at his bedside, he peers over the blanket.

"You're the first. My mum can even look at me", Darren groans.

"It's hard to see loved ones in pain ... how are you doing, Darren?". Brigitte fingers quickly through his paperwork, skimming over the incident report: location- Forest of Dean ... bite mark on arm ...

"How I am?! I fucking tell you how I am! My life is fucking ruined! I wish I died that night. I've been here for a month alone! Getting disgusted looks from people visiting their loved ones and now my body feels like shit, reminding me of what's going to happen in just a few days!", he starts sobbing into his pillow.

Brigitte looks down at Darren. She cannot imagine the fear he's feeling, counting down the days until the first full moon as a werewolf. Nothing she can say will help him, so she instead rubs his arm and makes a soothing shushing sound.

"Darren, I'm here to ensure your life isn't ruined. I know, believe me, I know it's hard right now. The worst thing that's ever happened to you... I want to say it'll get better", she offers once his cries quiet.

He scoffs but doesn't move from her comfort.   "Better? I've lost my job because I vanished, who will ever hire me? I'll be kicked out of my flat once the landlord finds out... Merlin, no woman will ever want to be with me". Darren turns away again, squeezing his eyes shut to make the world go away.

"The organization I work with will make sure you find a job as well as a place to live. We provide any kind of support you need, Darren. There are understanding people in this world. If you ever want to talk, please don't hesitate to write... I'll be back after the full moon". Brigitte puts her business card on the bedside table; and with that she leaves, sensing his desire to be alone.

On her walk home, she can't help but think about the pain that her father, brother, and Remus feel from being cursed with this disease. They hide it well, but there's no doubt they still have anxiety about each full moon and how others judge them. Remus was downright heartbreaking when he confessed his secret, and that was after he learned Brigitte protects them for a living.

She can help but never make the pain go away. The least she can do is entice Remus with one more dance (any excuse to touch him), before he retreats to a secret location for the full moon...

And for those three days he's gone, they both cherish that last dance...

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Short Story: New Found Life

Autumn has just started, leaves where beginning to change colours, and the air has gotten colder. The weather seemed quite alright as well, but clouds where already threatening to pour down rain. Nonetheless, that didn't prevent anyone from having a good day.

Somewhere deep in the city, a blind man was having a quiet afternoon stroll. All dressed in a monotonous colour brown, except for his blue shoes, sporting a pair of glasses and a brown hat. He seemed to be old but surprisingly he was quite active in motion; and his hair is of a hazel hue. Despite the cold day he still quite enjoyed his walk.

Usually he would pass the usual memorized roads, but today he decided to change things up a bit. Instead of going straight he took a turn to his left, leading him into a more less populated area. Finding himself in empty alleys is a bit of a risk for him since he can be easily ambushed due to his lack of vision, but he wasn't too concerned since it's a rare occasion.

Just as he made his way past another alley, he heard something. He stopped in his tracks and strained his ears to make sure he didn't imagine the noise; only to hear it again. It sounded small and high pitched. Could it be a kitten, he wondered? But the noise didn't really sound like it belonged to an animal. He made his way to the source of the sound, slowly walking as he swayed his cane from one side to another. Suddenly he made contact against something with his cane, and heard the mysterious noise once more; he has found it!

He slowly went on one knee as he started feeling around with his hand. At first it was only the concrete of the floor, then what seems to be a plastic bin and a garbage bag, until he felt something made out of fabric. Before he could even inspect it he flinched his hand away as he felt something move inside this object. He put down his cane as he moved closer and felt with both hands. On closer inspection it seemed to be a duffle bag. He searched for the zipper so he could open it up, but froze once more as he heard the mysterious being cry. It didn't sound like any sort of animal at all. It wailed almost in a hoarse voice, and made noises almost as if it tried to speak. That's when his heart sank deep in shock and realized, this was a human sound.

He quickly searched for the zipper and instantly opened up the bag. He proved his theory right as he revealed a very young child. He couldn't help but almost gasp at such a scene. How could someone leave an infant like this?? Throwing them amongst rubbish as if they where trash! He carefully felt for the squirming, crying infant's head as he gently picked them up, "You poor little child..!" he exclaimed in a choked up voice. They seemed to be swaddled up in a blanket, yet their little body felt cold to the touch.

He did his best to hold them close to his chest and warm them up with his own body heat, but every time they squirmed he feared they could fall out his arms. They where so small it was almost like holding a doll. He started to gently shush as he slowly rocked back and forth, trying to comfort them, "It's alright little one, I'm here for you now~". At that moment he didn't care to whom it even belonged, all he knew is he had to help. How long have they been out here?, He wondered, who knows what could have happened if he didn't show up? He feared to imagine what sort of demise they could have faced.

On the infant's perspective, they remember last seeing their parents handling them, wrapping them up in their blanket, and putting them somewhere dark and almost out of air. They got fed up at some point and wanted the adults attention, but despite their cries, no one came for them. Unaware of time itself they didn't know how long they where stuck in that dark and stuffy place, but all of a sudden this random adult shows up. Once he started talking their cries started to lessen. They looked at him, wondering who he is. Did they know him? Did he know them? They cooed in curiosity as they reduced their cries to a whimper.

Roger felt glad that he actually managed to calm them down, carefully adjusting the blanket around their now exposed legs, "There there, don't cry... yer not alone anymore". Once he held on to a corner of the fabric he felt an embroidered pattern; but it wasn't just a random design, it seemed to form letters, "R..a...v..e..n", he managed to read out, "Raven...yer a lill girl!" He exclaimed with surprise. Atleast he now knew Her identity, "Why would they do this to you?" He questioned the infant, only being responded with a few coos. He chuckled at himself, "Right..ya can't answer. You're too young".

Although Raven couldn't really understand him she was amused at his smile. ' I believe I saw this once ' her little mind tought, so she decided to attempt a smile back, letting out a soft giggle. Roger noticed her sudden positive behaviour, feeling reliefed he managed to distract her from her weeping. Although he was happy to find her, he felt a bit unsure on what to do next. Right now he's holding a living human being in his arms. If it where an animal he would have no problem to foster it, but he can't just do whatever with an infant child! He even doubted if her parents where searching for her to begin with. All sorts of toughts and worries where crossing his mind, only to be interrupted as his sun glasses where suddenly snatched from his face, "Wha-! Hey!" He exclaimed in surprise, confused at who might have done it, and quickly discovering it was none other than the infant girl.

' what are those?' She wondered as she started to chew at the legs of the glasses, ' is it food? '. The taste of plastic quickly made her stop from investigating, proceeding to almost throwing them off to the ground. Luckily Roger was quick to take them back, "No no no you can't play with these! I need em'...well I do have extras at home but they're still useful". Once he put his glasses back on he had to decide what to do. The wind is picking up and he feels it might eventually rain as well, "Ya know? I believe I should bring you with me, I could buy ya some necessary items on the way home!" So he stood up, still holding her secure to his chest, until he tought of an idea to keep her warm. Unbuttoning his jacket, he gently tucked her in and buttoned it up leaving her head just a bit exposed, and walked off.

The little girl was still wondering who this random grown up is, but he seemed very nice! Maybe he does know her, he even said her name. Maybe, he was her dad? She was sure he looked different, but she didn't really care. She's glad that he finally showed up and she's not alone anymore, and being snuggled up in his jacket was making her feel pretty drowsy as well, so she took the opportunity to take a well deserved nap. While she snoozed, Roger took the opportunity to run some quick errands for her, and headed back home, just in time as the weather got worse.

He got all the necessary items regarding Formulas, diapers, even got her a few clothings. First things first, he thought, is to give her a nice wash. He regretfully had to wake her up from her nap, but he promised her he will let her go back to sleep after she's atleast fed. After fetching a plastic basin and filling it up with luke warm water, he started to clean her up. He was careful to handle her, yet she seemed comfortable to sit in the soapy water, making it easier for him. She seemed to have enjoyed her first bath as well. After drying her up and giving her a change of diaper, he dressed her up in a cute Fluffy white onesie with a cat paw print on the front, and cute little cat ears on the hoodie cap.

"There you go~ All nice and clean!" He exclaimed in a cheerful tone. Raven felt pretty glad to finally have some nice clean clothes on, but it was cut short as she started to whine in discomfort due to her hunger. Roger quickly noticed as he went back with comforting her, "I know little one, you must be starving at this point". For all he knows she could have been stranded in that alleyway for a whole twenty-four hours, he can't blame her for being fussy. Before washing up Raven he had already placed all the necessary items on the kitchen counter, but failed to realise he doesn't own a highchair to place her in. Surely he won't just randomly place her somewhere, and leaving her alone all of a sudden might upset her, so he's practically forced to figure out how to handle things while handling her at the same time. That is until he noticed, he's still wearing the jacket. Pretty easy! All he had to do was tuck her back in and prepare her food. Whilst repeating the same process he made a mental note to atleast find a way to make a handmade sling out of any resistant fabric he could find. Constantly wearing the jacket won't help, especially since he uses it for work as well. But for now, that had to do with what he had.

After mixing the formula with some warm water and making sure it wasn't too hot for her he cradled her back in his arms as he approached the bottle close to her, "Alright, here's your-" his own words got cut off as he felt the little child roughly tug at his hand and instantly starting suckling at the contents of the container, "Woah! Slow down lill' one!" So small and yet strong enough to pull such an act. After that stunt he just leaned against the kitchen counter as he let the infant have her fill. Although he had to give her constant breaks from her feeding frenzy, after tugging at the bottle a few times due to how strongly she was latched on. When she finally decided to slow down he took the time to let his toughts wonder on.

She's an orphaned baby, clearly if not possibly has been neglected, and was left abandoned inside of a duffle bag. Any other person would have started contacting either the authorities or possibly went to an orphanage or a foster centre to hand over the child to someone more responsible. Despite having just met her, he couldn't help but already feel a sentimental bond forming between them both. Truthfully, he is pretty fond of children and had multiple plans of hopefully adopting one day. Having the tought of giving her up to someone else brought immense pain in his heart. Did he already get emotionally attached to her that quick? She's not even his, not that he cares, yet he would feel horrible to abandon her. He didn't recall adopting an infant was in his plans, but seeing his current position, he might as well take the opportunity.

It was decided! From tomorrow he will manage the issue right away and make it possible to officially adopt Raven and become the legitmate parent she deserves! He could already imagine the upcoming years of raising his new child and building up amazing memories. Kids can grow so fast, so he better start taking the chance that he has now and enjoy the moment as much as possible. His bubble of toughts was abruptly interrupted as he noticed Raven shoving the bottle away, "Ah, wanna take another break?" He assumed as he lifted the bottle, only to realise that it's contents where completely gone, "Oh..My. Ya sure where hungry huh?" He gave an amused look at the girl as she only responded with a satisfied burp.

After placing the container aside he took the opportunity to mentally picture her appearance as he softly felt at her facial features. Cute chubby cheeks, a small button nose, small eyes, and quite the amount of hair for a baby. Raven was only amused at his act as she reached out for his hand and held onto his index finger. The feeling of her small little hand holding on to him made his heart skip a beat. He just couldn't help but almost let a tear escape. It felt heartwarming to know that she looked up at him as a parental figure, fully dependent on his care and love, "I promise ya Sweety, that from now on, you won't have to worry about being alone again".

She might have not fully understood what he meant, but she obviously knew that her dad will always be with her. He loved her, and she obviously loved him! She's only confused on why she never saw him before, and wondered who the other two people where then. Thinking so much with a full belly only made her more sleepy. Slowly letting go of his finger she started to doze off. Realizing her small body going limp he firmly yet gently held her close to him as he made his way to his bedroom. Building up a squared "barrier" with extra pillows he placed the infant in the middle as he covered up half her body to avoid her getting cold. He will equip her of a crib as soon as possible, but for now she can settle for this. With the child finally asleep he will take the opportunity to shower and have dinner.

Crouched down to her level he gently stroked her hair, "looking" at her with a small smile on his face. He was ready to take the responsibility of raising her as if she was his own, giving her unconditional love, and protecting her from all the bad things of the world. Before leaving the room, he softly kissed her forehead, and whispered, "Sweet dreams my little angel~...Daddy loves you~".

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I've imagined multiple times this sort of scenario, and finally decided to write it into a short story 😁

Officially, Raven is around the age of 9, but this was an alternative scenario of "What if Raven was adopted as a baby?"

Since not much interaction could happen I still enjoyed interpreting Roger's side and whatever I could of Raven.

I was actually unsure if to insert Victor in it, but I might assume he was either at work, or he hasn't moved in yet and for now it's just baby Raven and Roger.

Hopefully the story is of your entertainment!😁

Roger Willington and Victor Bellman both belong to @horrorartist23

#artists on tumblr #cypaira the skeleton #little nightmares #little nightmares human au #raven oc #oc raven #oc child #child oc #orphan child #orphan girl #baby raven #short story #horrorartist23 #roger willington #victor bellman #do you think Victor would be already living with Roger when he adopted Raven or does he move in later? #you're free to share your own input as well☺️

[wallbuilt]

FULL NAME: Phillip “Pink” Keith Floyd ALIAS(ES): Pink, Baby (via his mother), Mr. Floyd   DATE OF BIRTH: September, 30th 1943 AGE: 39 (main / ‘82)      32 (alt. main / present day)  GENDER/PRONOUNS: cismale / masculine pronouns  SEXUALITY: straight MARITAL STATUS: separated, soon to be divorced  HOMETOWN:  Dún Laoghaire, Ireland (born), Cambridge, United Kingdom (raised ) CURRENT RESIDENCE:  Cambridge, United Kingdom SPECIES: human HAIR: brown, cropped short when not done up in a Hendrix perm   EYES: hazel NATIONALITY/CITIZENSHIP: United Kingdom, Irish  ACCENT:  British-Irish mix HERITAGE: French, Irish, British, RELIGION: non-practicing Angelicin/ashiest OCCUPATION: musician, frontman and lead singer/guitar of his band FASHION PREFERENCE: 80’s grunge, casual EDUCATION: standard secondary school education, college dropout, average intelligence BODY TYPE: thin, athletic, average height HEIGHT: 6′2 SCARS: - faded se.lf har.m scars on the inside of his forearms that are covered up by his tattoos - a large jagged scar from hurting his hand on some glass in a window pane on his right hand palm during the song “One of My Turns” in Pink Floyd: The Wall TATTOOS: -sleeved arms with various and miscellaneous designs -hand tattoos FACECLAIM: Bob Geldof, alt: Joe Gilgun (modern, present day) LANGUAGES KNOWN: English, very little Irish MENTAL HEALTH: schizophrenia, BPD, GAD w/ panic attacks,     MBTI PERSONALITY: INTP-T, The Logician ZODIAC: Libra

POSITIVE TRAITS: charismatic, creative, caring (when he wants to be), affectionate (again, when he wants to be), funny, quick-witted, well read 

NEGATIVE TRAITS: anti-social, erratic, self destructive, selfish, impulsive, addictive personality

CONDENSED BIOGRAPHY  

Phillip “Pink” Floyd is an English musician, singer-songwriter and composer as well as the founder and frontman of an internationally popular British alternative rock band.

Five months after Pink was born, his father was tragically killed during World War II at the Battle of Anzio. The aftermath of his father’s death and the war saw Pink’s mother having to raise her son as a single parent for the remainder of his childhood and adolescence. The death of Pink’s father would go on to have a negative effect on both his development towards becoming an adult, as well as his overall mental health throughout the rest of his life. Pink’s mother was also severely affected by the death of her husband. She was extremely overprotective of her son when Pink was a young boy; her persistent co-dependency only intensifying as Pink grew older and began to act out rebelliously.

As a teenager Pink was bombarded by his overbearing mother at home, meanwhile at school, he was oppressed by his teachers and the sorry state of the UK’s educational system at the time.  His English teacher in particular would regularly abuse the students (by spanking them with either a shoe or a yardstick) as a way to cope with his toxic relationship with his equally abusive wife. As a result, Pink was considered to be a soft spoken introvert during primary school and secondary school. He rarely put himself out there to talk to people or make new friends. At one point during his early secondary school years, his English teacher reprimanded him in front of the entire class for writing poems in his little black journal and mocked him for how “rubbish” Pink’s writing was.

Pink started experimenting with drugs as young as fourteen years old. The first time he ever took drugs was when, in an attempt to make friends with the other troublesome local boys, he was dared to steal medication from his mother’s medicine cabinet at home. His first LSD trip was at the age of sixteen; Pink continued to turn to various kinds of drugs as a way to cope with his overbearing mother and oppressive years at school. 

When Pink wasn’t focusing on his typical studies or engaging in drugs, he was studying music. He started receiving his first piano lessons around the age of ten years old, and from then on, music became a sort of saving grace for him long before the recreational drug use. He picked up his first guitar at the age of thirteen years old and dedicated as many hours as he could to turn his various written poems from his little black book into actual songs.

Before long, the music and the drugs began to take precedence over Pink’s schoolwork. The more time he dedicated to writing lyrics and practicing music, the worse his grades started to become and the more he fell behind in his studies at school. The more he fell behind in school, the worse the abuse from his teachers became. The more he experienced with sex, drugs, and rock and roll during his mid-to-late adolescence, the more concerned his overprotective mother grew for her son’s safety and the relationship she had held with him for most of his life up to that point.

By 1974, Pink found himself married and at the height of international fame as a successful musician. Almost a decade earlier, he was attending Cambridgeshire College of Arts and Technology with the goal of obtaining a degree in photojournalism. At some point during his college career, he along with a couple of his closest friends unanimously decided to form a band together with Pink serving as the frontman and (technically) the band’s founder. Their music was classified as “new wave” rock and punk, up until around the mid 1980′s when they began to experiment with the British pop sound that was swiftly becoming more and more popular. By the time Pink was only thirty years old, he and the band managed to produce three chart-topping studio albums, tour most of Britain and North America (twice), and seal a deal with Harvest Records all within a timespan of just five years.

EVENTS OF THE WALL

In 1982, Pink was found lying unconscious from a self inflicted drug overdose and psychotic break in the middle of a trashed hotel room just mere hours before he was scheduled to go on stage for a concert. His eyebrows had been shaved off completely, he managed to cut all of his hair off until it was cropped so short he looked practically bald, and there were several minor wounds and abrasions to the surface of his hands, arms and legs. By the time the band’s Manager, the hotel staff, and EMTS were finally able to break through into the hotel room, Pink was nearly pronounced dead on arrival.

The hotel room looked as if a tornado had blown through it; there was broken glass and damaged furniture everywhere, the television had been thrown out of a sliding glass window, paintings had been torn off the walls, the mattress that belonged to the king-size bed had been completely overturned, and the contents of the complimentary bar were scattered all over the room. Pink managed to spend hours lying in a pool of his own blood, piss, and a dangerous concoction of expensive booze shortly before being discovered.

Once the Manger got the OK from the EMTs that Pink would live (not that he necessarily wanted to) after a series of injections to counteract with the drugs already in his system, he forced Pink to carry on with the show and preform the scheduled concert at the venue with the rest of the band. He only made it through four songs before inevitably puking on stage in front of an entire stadium packed with thousands upon thousands of screaming, adoring fans. After recollecting himself, as much as one could after what he had been through, he refused to go on with the rest of show. He smashed his guitar, tossed his mic stand into pit crowd below the stage, he threatened to assault his fellow band members and other musicians in attendance if they didn’t let him leave. The entire public meltdown would prove to be the final nail in his career’s coffin and was all over the news and in the papers the next day and would go on to be an infamous pop culture moment in rock and roll history nobody, especially the band’s fans, would forget anytime soon.

Later that evening, they found him curled up into a fetal position while sitting on the floor of a stall in the men’s public restroom. He was talking, almost singing to himself, as he read outload from his personal songbook, completely and mentally sealed off from the rest of the world around him within a proverbial wall of his own subconscious making. 

POST THE WALL 

After what felt like an endless Hell of doctors, rehab facilities, mental institutes, and a PR team’s worse nightmare, Pink was diagnosed with hebephrenic schizophrenia as well as borderline personality disorder, generalized anxiety disorder (with panic attacks), and post traumatic stress disorder. He ended up separating from his wife on the grounds of “irreconcilable differences”, his own bandmates came to an agreement that they should respectfully part ways with their frontman and friend, and by the year 1987, Pink Floyd’s name had faded into one synonymous with tragedy and mystery. To the public eye, he might as well have fallen off the face of the Earth. In reality, he spent the next few years living alone in his hometown of Cambridge while he did what he could to piece his life back together again and bring down the wall in his mind that he had previously spent so many years, decades even, building up.

#stats.

[writingonawindowsill]

Prompt - Open a Window

Impostor

Some people say that the eyes are the windows to the soul. It sounded a bit rubbish at the time, but that was until I finally met you. That's when I understood. The brightness in you, the cleverness, all easy smiles and tender jokes that cut through my days like a comet landing home. The utter joy of being you and the conflicted flaws of struggling to be you, all shining through two brown eyes.

It's amazing how no one ever comments on the things around it though. I remember how the sides of your face would lift up with your smile, shifting the corners of your eyes into the most adorable expression as you laughed. I noticed it the first time I told a joke that really landed with you, how your eyes would brighten up like conduits, turning on the amazing spectacle that was seeing your whole face almost brought to tears with laughter. You had a really specific sense of humour, did you know that? It took me ages to come up with the right joke.

My mind fires in all directions, remembering every significant moment in a rush of urgency.

I think I understand the wisdom of old sayings now. Their failing is just how hard it is to explain some of them until you've been there, put it into proper practice. It wasn't just how your eyes shone your true nature to anyone willing to see but how you used them. Shy glances when we didn’t know each other that well, with a side of longing borne from how much we both wanted to. How they would shift, mischievous as your mind concocted daring plans and undoubtedly hurt when I said things I shouldn't have.

It's writing on the glass of the soul window, opening it for a whisper of a moment to provide a humanly intimate message.

"It's now or never", they would say, or "Don't. Please stop talking". Entire conversations written on glass walls for both to see.

For me, the centrepiece is the mix of fascination, trust, joy, and determination that we built over the years. Our gazes at each other a living fire that I had never experienced before. I love you, I adore you, I can't believe you're here. I adored you.  

That's all I can think of when my own eyes land on the creature pretending to be you. The physical form is impeccably done but the eyes were a sloppy job. An artificial, murky hazel. Wrong, wrong, all of it wrong. Even the nauseating smiles as whoever this is keeps trying to hide sharp teeth when they think I cannot see. They're a broken window compared to you, hollow and haunted.

But this is a long game that I'm determined to play. I'll bide my time and then put into practice that other old saying about serving revenge cold. God, I miss looking into your eyes most of all.

#writing #writing prompt #writing prompts #open a window #Impostor story #short story

[dragon-heisters]

Session 18: 3 Sep, 2022

Been a while, and I missed session 17. No idea what happened except that we met a dragon? I think? Cool, let’s go!

No Pfenig and no Giles tonight. I sort out Thessalie’s Wand of the War Mage, and Nuri finds out what new spells he has in his new spellbook.

Hazel and Pfenig are now Summer Striders in the Emerald Enclave, and can get some Stuff from their faction satchels. They can receive training in another language also. Nuri and Thessalie are Junior Grey Hands, and can request weapon training once. We can also get Stuff from our satchels; Thessalie chooses a healing potion.

So how are we doing as publicans? Let’s find out…

Thessalie rolls a 22 to remember the recipes she knows, and makes them in the pub kitchen for five of our ten-day downtime. Nuri uses his new Unseen Servant spell to help out Lif in the bar. He rolls Persuasion; a 9. Not good. Hazel takes on security. Sleight of Hand - she rolls a 16. (Nuri is running Pfenig tonight as well, as apparently ‘we will need him’). Pfenig takes on management and rolls an Insight check - 17. Eyyyy!

Nuri rolls a D100 for overall. He can add 20 to the roll; which I don’t think will help a natural 4.

Well, fuck.

We lose 60gp, and Nuri’s 50gp that he put in.

Our rival has been keeping a low profile, but has been having lots of the Watch show up. We haven’t heard a peep from the wererat halflings.

We haven’t heard any further mention of the Nimbewright. We have a copy of some sordid history from the family whose house we found Urstal Floxin in; he wants to have another copy made.

We decide to search the city for the Nimbewright by sending Aurix up with the detector wand. Thessalie will use Find Familiar to see through his eyes. We roll a 19!

On the second night, we get a ping from the device over a run-down section of the Trades Ward. We narrow it down to an alley off Blackhorn Alley. It’s early evening. Thessalie has Aurix fly back, and tells the others what we’ve found.

We approach the little alley, Thessalie takes out the wand and locates a large bag of rubbish - there is a Nimblewright. It’s sitting there hugging its knees. When it sees Thessalie it draws its rapier - she draws her wand.

Pfenig rushes up waving his hands to try to forestall the fight. The Nimblewright points the rapier at him now. Nuri makes a Persuasion check to see if he feels like talking; he rolls a 23. He lowers the rapier and says that he can’t trust anyone; the lady and his maker abandoned him, why should he trust us?

Nuri explains that his maker seems to be a captive, and he doesn’t want that for this one. None of us do, probably. Thessalie puts her wand away. Nuri rolls again with Advantage - nat 20!

The Nimblewright looks uncertain. Where do we live? Trollskull Manor. We ask him about the Fireball. The kind lady found him, and said he had to throw the fireball at the bad people. (We think the ‘nice lady’ was the lady of the house at the manor.)

Thessalie is all for turning it over and having it melted down; the others argue against her. She eventually gives in, as we could question it at the very least.

He says he will do his best not to hurt anyone else; Thessalie says he’d better not or she will have him melted. Nuri quickly starts talking about which room we could give him to stay in. He says he has a token his maker gave him; can we help him find it?

We look around but can’t find it - and as we search, something terrible happens and the DM is far too happy about it.

We all have to make a CON save. A wave of psychic energy pulses down from the roof - Nuri and Thessalie are fine, but Hazel and Pfenig are incapacitated and in agony until the end of the creature’s next turn. No damage, however. The spellcasters recognise the spell Misty Step, and someone appears in the alley mouth flanked by three Zhents. Not the good ones.

We will pay for interfering in Zhentarim business…

Thessalie has never seen the psychic spell before. It’s not a school of magic she’s familiar. She’s never read about it or come across anything like it.

Nuri attacks first and uses Scorching Ray. He hits all the thugs and warns them to surrender. Thessalie uses her turn to bring up Mage Armour.

A little black cat with glowing red eyes pops up next to Nuri. It reaches out a paw, and he has to make a WIS save. 16; is it enough? It is! He has dodged having his ability to speak stolen from him… That would have sucked, for a spellcaster.

The enemy spellcaster is annoyed by this. Hazel is writhing in agony, so the Zhent who attacks her gets Advantage. He hits with a 22.

Hazel: “That is really unkind.”

He attacks and hits again, then another one attacks Pfenig. Nuri uses Hellish Rebuke on the one that hit him, and kills him. He uses his turn to deal with the familiar, which disappears in a puff of purple smoke. He gives the enemy wizard the finger.

Thessalie casts Battering Ram on the mage, and does 19 damage, pushing him 5 feet back. He takes a potion, to the irritation of all of us. Then he casts something purple with black shadowy claws. The mage seems to be puppeting them. She casts Shield but he still hits her with the second attack.

One of the Zhents attacks Nuri and hits again.

Pfenig is now allowed to get up. He does so, and casts Shillfgjsfkgshdgk;hh. He does miss, but he tried. Hazel also gets up; she stabs the Zhent in front of her with her rapier. She’s flanked with Nuri so she gets Advantage and sneak attack damage.

Hazel: “Bitchin’.”

Sadly she misses, so she rolls away and hides. Well, she tries, but she slips on a banana skin and yells “cockwomble!”. (Nat 1.)

Pfenig’s spores do something gross.

The Zhents surround Nuri, but luckily only hit with one of their two attacks. It’s his turn. He uses his turn to regain a spell slot, and takes a potion. He turns to the Zhent that hit him and says, “you should be running.’ The Zhent grins at him.

Thessalie casts Shatter - but the Mage Counterspells it. She is furious. She takes a potion for her bonus action.

The mage slashes at her with the claws again, but only rolls a 14.

The one Zhent attacks Nuri again - and rolls a nat 20. He takes 13 total from that and the next attack.

Pfenig casts Blindness on the mage. Yeah!

Hazel shoots and kills one of the Zhents, and bonus action hides again.

The Zhent takes Nuri out, and rounds on Thessalie. Nuri makes a death save for his turn - a 3. Thessalie tries Battering Ram again, but doesn’t manage to hit. The mage takes some necrotic damage from Pfenig’s spores, though.

The Mage casts Manshoon’s Mage Hand on Pfenig - it’s like Mage Hand, but it can attack. So it does. It grapples Pfenig, and then the mage uses Misty Step to escape to the roof again.

Pfenig makes an attempt to break free of the Manshoon Hand, and rolls a natty 20!

Hazel shoots the remaining Zhent, specifying non-lethal damage, and takes him exactly to zero.

And who arrives just as we don’t need them any more? Three members of the City Watch. They look at the dead Zhents, and ask if everyone’s alright. Thessalie tells them about the Zhent mage who escaped. They say it doesn’t bode well. Hazel brings Nuri back with a potion.

They ask about the nimblewright - Nuri explains that he’s our new barman, and spins a yarn about how we bought him from a travelling merchant. Long black curly teeth. His name was Timothy P. Fuckapple. He isn’t buying it, but we flash our Watchful Order badges and they back off.

They aren’t sure about the prisoner we seem to have taken; Hazel offers to let them sit in on the questioning.

We know Barnabas Brasswind, don’t we? He’s a high ranking member of the Watch who tried to shut down our bar. Yes we do. They will give us ten minutes with the prisoner.

Great - but he’s unconscious. Thessalie and Nuri try to make a potion but are unsuccessful so Pfenig makes a poultice. The Zhent wakes up but looks furious. Nuri crouches down next to him and says, “I told you you should have run.”

Nuri rolls a nat 20 Persuasion. He is working for the mage guy whose name he doesn’t know. They were here to get revenge for Urstal. We ask about the Stone of Gond - he rolls his eyes. W don’t believe in that fairytale, do we? Even if it was real, he wouldn’t tell us.

The Nimbelwright steps up. Are we looking for the Stone? “Maybe we should talk about this later,” Nuri hisses.

Thessalie wants to know where the mage will have gone. The Zhent doesn’t know, but there are hideouts all over the city. Closest one would probably be the sewer.

Time’s up; the Watchmen take the Zhent off to be thrown in a cell.

The nimblewright hands us a scrap of paper.

“Quill Alley” is marked with Fenerus Stormcastle. This is who the nimblewright gave the Stone to.

We return to the tavern for a rest; we are beaten and exhausted. As we leave Nuri throws an arm around the nimblewright. “Do you like the name Clarence?” It shrugs.

#dnd #dragon heist #dragon heist spoilers

[solarlesbo]

just turned 17 😐

#hazel talking rubbish

[omgrachwrites]

Hot For Teacher - Prince Caspian

Pairing: Caspian x Reader

Summary: When you get called into your son's school to talk to his new teacher about his bad behaviour, you get a shock when you see who it is. Modern au

Warnings: fluff, lil bit of angst, mentions of sex.

Words: 1533

A/N: You can read the first part here, I hope you guys enjoy and please let me know what you think! I love you all! xxx

part one

You were on a well-earned break in work, just about to dig into some delicious greasy cafeteria food when your phone rang. Sighing, you checked the caller ID, and your blood boiled when you saw that your arsehole of an ex-husband was calling you.

“What, Matt?” you hissed as you picked up the phone, “I’ve told you that I don’t want to communicate unless it’s about Jake.”

The narcissist on the other end of the phone scoffed, you couldn’t believe that you’d been married to him for so long, “trust me, I don’t want to be calling either, but Jake’s new teacher needs to speak to one of us about his behaviour. Naturally, the school called me because I was always the one to show up to his parent’s evening,” Matt sneered and you felt a pang of guilt, you always seemed to be working when it was Jake’s parents evening so you hadn’t taken him to one for a couple of years.

But, you wouldn’t let Matt get to you, “so, what’s your point?”

Matt huffed impatiently, “the meeting is supposed to be tomorrow and I can’t go, so you’ll have to.”

It was supposed to be your day off tomorrow but you didn’t want to give Matt anymore ammunition to use against you, so you relented, “yeah, fine whatever. Bye, Matt,” you hung up with a groan and the urge to slam your head onto the table.

“What’s the matter?” your colleague and Susan’s younger sister, Lucy laughed as she walked into the room.

You sighed as you looked up at her, suddenly you weren’t hungry anymore after that phone call, “Matt just called, I can’t believe that I ever married him. I just hate men to be honest.”

Lucy gave you a sympathetic look, “I don’t think you mean that. That Caspian guy sounded really nice.”

“He was really nice,” you smiled at the memory, you had such a good night with Caspian, he was such a nice guy and memories of that night still made you shiver.

But, you didn’t want to get attached to someone who was ultimately going to break your heart, a guy who looked that good must have some sort of catch to him. So, while he was still asleep, you crept out of his bed, not bothering to leave your number. You didn’t bring it up with Peter so he didn’t bring it up with you. But, you could tell that he knew what was going on by the way he looked at you. That had been a couple of months ago.

“I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, you should have got his number,” Lucy said as she walked out of the break room and you almost agreed with her.

Later on that day, you were cooking dinner for you and Jake, “I’m meeting with your new teacher tomorrow to talk about your behaviour at school,” you started the conversation casually as you added salt to the pasta, you didn’t want to spook Jake, you wanted him to tell you what had been going on.

Jake sighed as he walked to the fridge and poured himself a glass of juice, he looked at you biting his lip, “the fight wasn’t my fault, mum.”

You gritted your teeth so you wouldn’t start yelling, “you got into a fight?”

Jake’s eyes widened as he realised his mistake and he looked anywhere but you, you hadn’t raised him this way. Matt might have been a rubbish husband but he was a great dad, it was a shame that he couldn’t have been both.

“Some idiot said that it was my fault that you and dad got a divorce,” he sniffed as his hazel eyes glistened with unshed tears.

“Oh, sweetheart,” you sighed and pulled him into a hug, “your dad and I just weren’t right for each other, it’s not your fault. But, you can’t keep getting into trouble like this, okay?”

Jake nodded, “I know mum, I’m sorry.”

You kissed his forehead, “I love you kiddo.”

Jake sniffled, “I love you too.”

The following afternoon, you were walking down the hallway at Jake’s school, it was completely silent except for the sound of your heels clicking on against the floor. God, you hoped that Jake’s teacher wasn’t an arsehole, you were not in the mood, you had no time for arsehole’s today. Taking a deep breath, you knocked on the door of Jake’s classroom.

“Coming!” a cheery voice called out and seconds later, the door was pulled open and your breath seemed to escape from you. You were face to face with Caspian, his hair was a little shorter and he had stubble coating his chin. He’d changed a lot over the past couple of months but he was still so breathtakingly beautiful.

“Y/N,” he breathed, his tongue poking out his mouth to wet his lips and your eyes followed the path.

You flushed as you remembered him whispering your name in the dead of night, “what are you doing here?” he asked.

You raised an eyebrow, even though Caspian was a man who you’d had copious amounts of sex with, you still wanted to keep it professional, “I believe we have an appointment? I’m Jake’s mum.”

Almost at once, Caspian’s eyes darkened and he folded his arms as he leaned against the doorframe, “that dickhead Matt is your husband? I had the displeasure of meeting him at Jake’s parent’s evening.”

“Ex-husband,” you corrected him sharply, “I told you that I was divorced,” you were secretly delighted that Caspian thought Matt was a dickhead.

He nodded as his eyes lingered on you and you were especially glad that you had worn one of your nice dresses today, “come on in,” he opened the door and gestured you inside, “take a seat, would you like some tea, or coffee?”

You smiled as you sat down and shook your head, “no thanks,” you looked around the room and smiled when you saw that Caspian had put up a load of posters and there was a pin board with all the kid’s work on it. You almost felt awkward but when Caspian sat across from you and gave you a lopsided smile, you seemed to relax.

“I’m sorry about this by the way, dragging you all the way here I didn’t want to have to get you involved but apparently three detentions are equal to a talk with the parents,” he chuckled, his dark eyes soft as he looked at you, “is everything okay? I mean with Jake at home, do you think that he needs to speak to anyone?”

You scoffed as you crossed one leg over the other, “is this the part where you tell me that Jake should have a male role model in his life? Since his dad only gets to see him on the weekends.”

Caspian’s eyes widened, “oh god no! I swear, I wasn’t going there at all! I was just wondering if maybe talking to the school councillor would help at all. Or I can stay a couple of nights after school to talk to him.”

You sighed and smiled at him, it was kind of him to offer, “that’s sweet of you but I don’t want to waste your time. I think the school councillor might be the best course of action, I’ll talk to him about it. He has to talk to someone, he doesn’t talk to me and he certainly doesn’t talk to his dad. He’s clearly had a hard time since me and his dad divorced,” you laughed nervously.

Caspian nodded with a sweet smile, “okay well just bring up the subject with him, and if all goes well then I’ll get an appointment booked for him.”

You nodded, “thanks, Caspian. Was that everything?”

Caspian bit his lip and fiddled with his hair, “just one more thing. Could I get your number? I didn’t manage to get it when we last saw each other,” he laughed it off but you could see the pain in his eyes.

There was that pang of guilt again and you looked down at your shoes before you glanced back up at him, “I’m sorry Caspian, I’m sorry for leaving. I’m not used to one-night stand’s and I didn’t want to be presumptuous by leaving my number,” you flushed as you reached across the desk and took his hand, writing your number on the palm of his hand, “make sure this doesn’t rub off,” you smiled. He was so sweet that you think that he actually deserved a chance.

Caspian smirked, “you have nothing to apologise for, it’s okay. And, I definitely won’t let this rub off,” he cupped your chin and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips his stubble scratching against your chin, “so, can I take you out to dinner sometime?”

“You can,” you laughed, “but can we get this whole thing with Jake sorted out before we go out on a public date, I don’t want to throw him through a loop.”

Caspian chuckled, he looked so beautiful when he did that, “yeah, we can definitely wait,” he leaned over the desk to kiss you again.

#caspian #prince caspian #prince caspian imagine #prince caspian x reader #prince caspian x reader insert #prince caspian x you #prince caspian x y/n #you x prince caspian #caspian x reader #caspian x you #caspian x y/n #you x caspian #narnia #narnia au #modern au

[4rainynite]

Infinity Train Headcanons

Just a bunch of Infinity Train headcanons I've come up with, I'm only doing five per character so it won't too long. I'm mainly gonna focus on the passenger characters and do the denizens later on. Majority of them have been posted on @infinity-train-headcanons already (awesome blog by the way), but whatever here we go:

Tulip

The reason Tulip loves onions so much is because when her mother was pregnant she craved onions a lot. Mrs. Olsen thinks onions are okay at best, but Tulip loves them.

Tulip is fairly athletic (that explains why she could do all those stunts on the train), but prefers gaming and coding. Her classmates that are on sports teams are greatly annoyed that she won't join.

Despite Lake being gone she can still take pictures of herself on cameras or through a selfie (and sometimes see herself in water), because those are images not reflections.

Tulip would so adopt a corgi and name him “Atticus the 2nd” and put miniature crowns on him.

When Tulip goes to Oshkosh she'll based her game on her adventures on the train. Not only will it be super popular, but some of the other campers and counselors will suggest some cars because some of them were passengers as well.

Lake

After, Lake left she accidently started a revolution in the Chrome Car. In the end (in a future fanfic of mine) there will be peace and Lake and a certain group of passengers will help.

Lake won't be able to start school immediately (due to Tulip being in middle school and Jesse being in high school) , but she is able to do homeschooling. Come next school year she'll be at school with Jesse

Lake lives in the Cosay's attic. They've tried to convince her/him/them (other pronouns) to take the guest room, but Lake's cool with it. Mainly, because she/he/they gets a view of the lake she/he/ they named themselves after.

Lake is super into art! It's mainly abstract and black, but she loves it! The problem is Jesse's parents have to buy the spray paint for her.

Lake loves traveling to new places and Jesse brings her/him/them along when the swim team travels to different places.

Jesse

After, the train Jesse decides to join theatre class/club. He mainly gets background or understudy parts, but he loves to sing.

Is a Chicken Choice Judy fan and gets Lake and Nate into them. Jesse and Lake theorize that Chicken Choice Judy were passengers at one point.

Jesse becomes closer with his swim team to be friends, he is currently co-captain.

Jesse really misses Alan Dracula, so, Lake got him one of those deer plushies as a gift. Jesse put glasses on it and named it Alan Dracula the Second and Cuddliest.

Jesse always picks vampire movies during movie night at the Cosay house. I believe he really likes vampires .

Grace

Grace's parents so would've sent her to boarding school after the shoplifting thing instead of just talking to her.

Grace will be the last former Apex member to leave the train due to her number still being high. In the meantime she still helps passengers lower their numbers.

There is no way Grace was the only person to form a cult on the Infinity Train. Grace's was just the longest surviving one of eight years, I won't explain why Grace's was the longest due to... cult stuff.

Grace rarely got to see her maternal grandparents, due to her mother wanting to reject her low-class upbringing. From what little memories she had, Grace misses them.

Grace regrets what she put Hazel through and wants her back, but she knows her leaving was for the best no matter how much it hurts.

Hazel

I don't know why but I see Hazel as a vegetarian.

When Tuba found her she was a baby, not a baby turtle, a baby- baby.

She and Amelia will be close, but will never have a true mother - daughter relationship. I know Amelia is trying to get better, but she admitted she's not a caretaker.

She'll sing Tuba's Lullaby to comfort herself in stressful situations and whenever she feels she'll forget her.

Hazel will be adopted by Ryan and Min-Gi when she gets off the train and Tulip, Lake, Jesse, and Nate will be like siblings to her. Okay, okay, okay, I know that's a very long shot, but Hazel deserves happiness!

Simon

Was a boy scout or took a survival class, I mean how else would he know about frostbite in Le Chat Chalet Car.

Probably went to way too many funerals as a child. I'm going by what he said to Hazel about neighbors brining casseroles.

Simon would get into fights with his teachers and classmates about being right about every little thing, even as a he was a narcissist.

Simon so had a crush on Grace way before their 'awkward middle school kiss' . After, Grace's betrayal whatever feelings he had were gone.

Was a fantasy nerd and wanted to be a fantasy writer. His trilogy book would've had his character based off himself being made a king.

Ryan

Ryan and his youngest brother are the only two in their family who wear glasses.

Is still on good terms with his ex-girlfriends (Disco Girl, Punk Girl, and Hippie Girl). Yeah, they broke up, but Ryan wasn't their worse ex and was nice to them. They love telling Min-Gi embarrassing dating stories.

He most likely had suicidal thoughts, once off the train he tells Min-Gi and gets help through therapy.

Despite not gaining attention during his solo gigs he did make a friend or two during his stops like the lesbian couple at the party in the Twin Tapes. Which helps spread Chicken Choice Judy's music.

Ryan is very strong despite his scrawny appearance, due to carrying equipment, changing tires, and other heavy lifting activities.

Min-Gi

Was diagnosed with dyslexia at an early age. His parents worried this would hamper him so they would hire a tutor after school when he wasn't playing with Ryan.

Is a really good cook, but his main specialties are Korean dishes (his mother taught him) and breakfast food (working at Dumpty's Diner).

Has an artistic side, but rarely used it except for the Chicken Choice Judy t-shirt. Later on he designs the covers for CCJ's CDs.

He most likely has a bunch of older cousins. I think Mr. and Mrs. Parks had Min-Gi late, so he's the baby of the cousins.

To me Min-Gi never shown in interest in dating or romance. His parents tried to set him up a few of their co-workers' daughters, but nothing ever happened afterwards. He does love Ryan though.

Amelia

I believe Amelia will get off the train, but when she does majority of her friends and family and friends will be gone and will return to the train.

Amelia will allow Hazel to play with the denizens while she works on the train. She may not be a caretaker, but she remembers being a child and children need to have fun.

I think Amelia was jealous of Min-Gi and Ryan, since the two remind her of Alrick and herself in their youth and what could've been if he lived. She dubs them 'Destiny Rubbish Duet'.

Amelia would monitor the Snow Car frequently to make sure One would never leave or any passengers interacted with him. But, the one time in thirty years she set her clock on the wrong time to wake up, allowing Tulip to find One-One.

The day Amelia picked out her wedding dress was the same day she got the news of Alrick's passing.

Well, that was a long post. I may do more in the future, so I'll just end it here.

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Hello Hazel!

Everyone on twitter is talking about the 4 races in 5 weeks/6 races in 8 weeks thing and I saw that thread by Joe Pompliano about how teams are jumping to and from all these continents (i.e. Baku then Miami, only to go to the US again later) and so was wondering about how F1 said they were trying to arrange a region based calendar for next year since the current calendar isn’t sustainable.

So I was thinking, are the travel/hotel costs of the teams part of the cost cap? Because if they are, wouldn’t F1/the teams just decide to have a triple headers all around so that they don’t have to pay the costs that come with flying their employees back or paying for hotels for the extra week when there isn’t a race if it’s overseas? Sorry, I feel like I can’t articulate what I mean that well but I hope my point is coming across.

I know they’re still doing double and triple headers even if the races aren’t in the same continent but the frequency of them would be waaay more and I feel like that still wouldn’t be a sustainable way of living for the people working in this industry, even if it is more sustainable for the planet that they aren’t having to go back the same continent 2-3 times and only having to go there once.

Thanks!

F1 sort of mumbled about a regionalised calendar but it doesn't seem to be happening. there's feeling that having a European or say, North American leg of the calendar would create a situation where less popular races lost out to more popular ones and the event bosses are keen not to have direct geographic competition next to their event.

that is, of course, rubbish. F1 traditionally had a European chunk of the calendar and despite the exorbitant price of events, people often do chain them together as a road trip, when they can. home crowds will go to 'their' race regardless - and in the Americas, Montreal and Sao Paulo are a pretty goddamned long way away from each other, while Vegas and Miami only exist as premium events that dont share a market with the others.

teams do pay for their logistics and freight out of the cost cap; last year when the price of freight quadrupled there was a cost cap increase to reflect the fact it was impossible to have allowed the right amount, under massive price hikes. this didn't just affect F1, it was all global logistics; some freight was up as much as 800% and logistics costs remain sky-high, as well as very unreliable, I wrote a load about it here if you're interested.

so: human and freight logistics are one of the hardest puzzles to solve in F1 generally and made harder by the complicated calendar. would untangling it somewhat help? yeah, probably; it's not totally straightforward because there are times when events need to be held because of weather (like, good luck moving Silverstone and expecting anything other than freezing sleet and Jeddah clearly can't be held in summer) but there are definitely efficiencies that can be made.

proportional to freight, people movement is relatively less of a problem. F1 uses charter jets most of the time so the costs are pretty different to just putting everyone on a British Airways flight and honestly, the finances of it aren't the issue.

the problem, both for trackside and factory staff, is that it's not possible to perform at an F1 level 30 weeks a year. a grand prix isn't the Sunday race, it's prep work that starts months in advance, it's hours of programming an computer development, tooling, parts coordination and design, it's running a garage and fluid lab and IT operation trackside and the operations and simulator back at the factory for five days straight for each event. it's just not possible to make that work to a high enough level for the sport for that much of the year.

F1 isn't a spec series, it is a development race and it is ludicrous but there's also a reason it's so popular whereas the series with objectively better racing that are more spec, running on lower budgets and with less setup time and resources across a weekend, just aren't. I'm the last person to buy into the mythology about F1's pinnacle of technology - it's the pinnacle of the sport of F1, not automotive tech - but the reason people like it is because it does what it does at an unbelievable, impossibly high level.

you can't do that if either no one wants to work in it because it's basically a hotel jail sentence or there's no time to do the development that lets F1 teams play the game as well as they do.

#f1 asks

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[booksarelife-stuff]

Dancin’ is a Dangerous Thing

James Potter/Lily Evans Potter (jily)

The moments in which James Potter and Lily Evans danced with each other. Pure fluff. 

Word Count: 2,556

Read on AO3

The first time Lily Evans danced with James Potter, it was a complete accident. 

It was fifth year, Gryffindors had not only won the Quidditch Cup, but the House Cup as well. The music is loud and blaring some wizarding band that Lily thinks is trying way too hard to be Queen. 

She’s tipsy, but not drunk. Her fingertips are tingling and she knows her face is flushed. She just finished her second firewhiskey of the night before Mary pulled her to the part of the common room where most of the other Gryffindors were dancing. 

She’s passed from partner to partner. She remembers Sirius at one point, watching him trying to teach Peter how to swing his hips. She laughed hysterically before Marlene pulled her back in.

She was sweaty when she spun right into James’s chest, almost knocking him over. He grabbed on to her to save himself from falling, his hands on her back, Lily’s face in his chest. 

“Oof,” Lily said. 

“A bit drunk there, Evans?” James asked as Lily pulled away.  She was so close he could hear him over the music. 

“Nope,” she said, stumbling. He snorted just as a new song started. This time it was Killer Queen. 

“I love this song!” she yelled. Lily would deny that she was the one to grab James’s hand and pull him in to dance, but all she could remember was the warmth of his hand in hers and how she laughed when he twirled her. 

The second time started with a question. 

“Do wizards even have their own dances?” Mary asked, scrunching her nose. All the sixth year Gryffindor’s had snagged a table in the common room and were quietly doing their work until Sirius asked a question about Muggle traditions for his Muggle studies class. 

“Nah,” James said from beside Peter. His feet were kicked up on the table as he leaned back in his chair. Alice had been doodling on his shoes, which Lily was sure James knew, but didn’t tell her to stop. 

“I mean, we have the same,” Sirius said with a shrug, “Just use them in different places.”

“These pureblood boys had to take dancing lessons,” Marlene said, smugly.  Sirius scoffed. 

“Yeah, so we could dance with whatever cousin Mummy and Daddy picked out for us,” he said. 

Lily blanched at that. 

“Mum made me do it to get out my energy,” James said. “Never worked. I would just waltz around until I broke something.”

The table laughed. 

“Lily, don’t you know how to waltz?” Mary asked. Lily sighed and nodded. 

“We learned in primary school for some reason,” Lily said. “Like anyone one of us in Cokesworth was going to need that knowledge.”

“Show me,” James said, his bright hazel eyes meeting hers. Lily raised an eyebrow at him. 

“What?” she asked, feeling the heat of a challenge from him. He smirked at her, a hand reaching up to his hair to mess it up. 

“You said no one from Cokesworth was going to need that knowledge,” he said. “So I’m asking you to show me.”

She knew what James was doing. It was plain as day. It was either a challenge or an excuse to dance with her, but frankly, she really didn’t care which it was, based on the way the butterflies erupted in her stomach. 

“I need a partner,” she said, sticking her hand out towards him. 

“You’re on,” he said, closing his book and dropping his feet to the ground. 

The warmth of his hand made her whole body tingle and she hoped her face wasn’t bright red as she felt his other hand appear on the small of her back, the starting position. Lily wondered when he got so tall, as she would have to crane her neck up to look at him. She decided to stare at the knot of his tie that was peeking out from his gray jumper. 

Marlene started humming, and they started off clumsily, but it was fine. 

“So, um, bad time to tell you Evans,” James started, glancing down at their first. “I’m bloody rubbish at dancing.”

He stepped on her foot and punched him in the arm. 

~~~

The third time they danced, Lily realized she was in bloody love with the bloke. 

Seventh year had brought a lot of surprises to Lily, including James as the head boy. It seemed since he walked into the prefect compartment on the very first day on the train, he was all she could think about. 

But they were just friends, she reminded herself every time he would playfully knock her shoulder during patrols, or stay up past midnight talking. 

When Petunia’s wedding invitation arrived at breakfast, Lily didn’t want to go, but an accompanying letter from her mother confirmed that Lily had no choice in the matter, but she could bring a date. 

When she asked James to go, her palms were sweating and her heart was jumping in her throat, but he had said yes, like it wasn’t a big deal. 

Petunia's wedding was on New Year’s eve, going into the new year. Lily had been in a bad mood as a result of her family bossing her around to get the wedding all ready. 

But when James arrived, everything seemed to change for Lily. He was dressed in nice muggle clothes and Lily could tell that he had tried to manage his hair. She hugged him tightly. 

He charmed her whole family in minutes, besides Petunia. Whether because he was a freak like Lily or because he had brown skin, Petunia glared at him constantly, her mouth pinched in a sour expression. 

Lily wanted to apologise for even bringing him into the situation but he wouldn’t hear of it. She instead, grabbing his hand, lacing her fingers with his, and didn’t let go of it once. 

During the ceremony, Lily could only focus on James’s hand in hers. He had always been fidgety, normally bouncing his leg, up and down, but he instead used Lily’s hand. Either drawing circles on the back of her hand with his thumb or just playing with her fingers. Lily didn’t mind it one bit and she realized that she let him do it forever. 

At the reception, Petunia and Vernon cut the cake before quickly going to their first dance. James leaned over from his spot next to her. 

“I thought Muggles smashed the cake into each other’s faces,” he whispered. Lily nodded. 

“Yeah, sometimes, but I highly doubt Petunia would go for that. Especially with how much her dress cost,” Lily replied. James pouted a little. 

“I came to see cake smashing,” he said. “I was going to write a whole paper on it for Muggle Studies.”

Lily laughed, causing a few people to give her some nastly looks because Petunia and Vernon were still doing their dance. 

“I’ll gladly smash some cake in your face,” she said. James squeezed her hand. 

“Save it for the wedding, Lils,” he whispered. 

If Lily’s heart could have leaped out of her chest, it would have in that moment. 

When James pulled out to the dance floor, she knew that she was in trouble, especially when a slow dance came on. She couldn’t help herself as she got closer to him, their bodies touching. 

“I don’t want to step on your feet,” he said, his hazel eyes sparkling as he looked down at her. 

“I don’t care, James,” she replied. “I wore closed toe shoes for a reason.”

He chuckled, Lily feeling his chest move. 

“Sorry I’m a horrid dancer,” he replied. “I practiced with Mum yesterday and I about broke her toes.”

“You practiced with your Mum?” Lily asked, feeling like the whole world stopped. 

“Yeah,” he replied. “I didn’t want to make you look like a bloody fool out here.”

She loved him, every doubt leaving her body. She stopped their lazy swaying and pulled away to look up at him, smiling like a fool. James, who had no idea what Lily was thinking, smiled a little confused. 

“Evans?” he asked. “Everything alright?”

“I bloody love you,” she replied. His eyes widened for a second, but they quickly closed as Lily pulled him into the best kiss of both of their lives. 

~~~

James’s hands were sweating profusely the next time they danced. 

Their small little cottage in the village of Godric’s Hollow was slowly becoming more like home to them, despite the random boxes that still linger two weeks after they moved in together. 

It had been a learning experience for both of them, despite the fact that they practically stayed with each other every night since they graduated Hogwarts some six months ago. 

Lily was a bit messy, rivaling James’s need for clear space. Lily walked through the house on light feet, but James seemed to make as much noise as possible, despite his efforts to be quieter. But all in all, they were happy and adjusting to each other. 

James did a once over of their house again, making sure things were in place. He used his mirror to talk to Sirius and Remus, basically nervously rambling until Remus looked James in the eye and told him he needed to calm down. 

But when the fireplace turned bright green, James quickly stuffed the mirror under the couch cushions and waited for Lily to emerge. 

He smiled widely at her when she stepped through. Her robes were covered in stains and she had a smear of something on her face. She immediately sat her bag down and started taking off her robes. 

“You would not believe what happened today!” she said, barely looking at James, who was smiling like a fool. 

“Was it that Cormic fellow?” James asked. Lily gave him a look, expressing her exasperation. 

“I have no idea how he even got this internship!” she said, her robes finding the ground. “He tried to put mercury in a pepper up potion. Literal poison James!”

Lily stepped forward, hugging James tightly. He squeezed her. 

“And when I put a gram of extra valerian root to increase the time of a pain relief potion, I have to write a whole report to justify it so I don’t get fired. I’m sick of it!”

“It’s absolutely not fair love,” James replied as Lily buried her face into his chest. He ran a hand through her hair. “Why don’t you go unwind in a bath, and I’ll take care of dinner, yeah?”

Lily nodded against his chest. Once she was up the stairs, it was go time. 

James quickly went to the kitchen, and lifted the spells that were keeping the smell contained. He knew if Lily smelled his Mum’s special curry when she first got home, she would be suspicious. The treacle tarts, Lily’s favorite, were kept warm in the oven. 

James quietly transformed their living room, dimming the lighting and starting their fireplace instead. He turned their coffee table into a dining room table, and shrunk the couch, placing it on the mantle for it to return to its normal size later. 

Lily was never long for baths, as she hated getting pruney, but he was adjusting the candles on the table when Lily descended down the stairs. 

“James?” she asked, causing him to jump. Lily was standing on the bottom step, nothing but her dressing gown on, which was tied tightly around her waist. 

James felt a lump in his throat as he took her in. She was so gorgeous and even though James had explored every part of her body, he still felt giddy. 

“I thought a romantic evening would be nice,” he said, gesturing around. Lily smiled. 

James went to the stairs and offered her his arm. 

“What is on the menu tonight?” Lily asked, leaning her head on his shoulder for a moment. 

“Euphemia’s special curry and rice, along with a treacle tart dessert,” James said. 

Lily beamed at him as he pulled out her chair. 

It wasn’t until the plates were empty and her dad’s old record player was playing an Elton John record. 

Just as Your Song by Elton John started, James finally mustered up the courage to start speaking. 

“It’s weird how we’ve been together for less than a year,” James said. Lily hummed in question. 

“Why?” she asked, snuggling up to his chest as they swayed back and forth. 

“It feels like we’ve been together forever,” he said. Lily thought quietly for a second. 

“Yeah, I feel that way too,” she said. “It’s weird. How we went from barely standing each other to missing you every second we’re apart.”

“Still can’t believe we thought we could live apart,” he said. Lily laughed again. 

“Won’t happen ever again, that I’m sure of,” she said. James' heart fluttered happily and the weight of the ring in his pocket seemed a thousand times lighter. 

“Living together forever, then?” he asked softly. 

“I plan on it,” she said, confidently. 

James released her. She looked up with questions in her eyes, but they quickly got the answers as James got on one knee. 

“I plan on forever too,” he said, looking at Lily who’s eyes were filled with tears. “We’re not even 19 yet, but Merlin Lily, I can’t wait. I can’t wait to start the rest of our lives together. I just know that you are the only person for me.”

He pulled the ring out of his pocket. It was a family one, but one that his mother had brought from her own family in India. Euphemia had insisted that this was the right for Lily. It was a simple opal ring, with an intricate band.

“Will you marry me?” he asked. 

Lily nodded, words failing her. She practically tackled him to the ground with kisses. 

~~~

Lily’s eyes opened up. She couldn’t identify the source of what woke her up, but as she turned over on her other side, there was no James besides her. It took a second before she heard the creak in the floorboard, coming from Harry’s room. 

She got up, knowing that Harry normally slept through the night with no problem at his age of a year and a half. The last time he woke up in the middle of the night, he was sick. Lily slipped on her slippers and walked down the hallway. 

Standing in front of the window was James’s silhouette, swaying back and forth. She could see Harry on his hip.

“You just wanted someone to cuddle, did you Harry?” she heard James whisper. Lily smiled widely.

James started humming as he rocked Harry back and forth. He pressed kisses to the top of Harry’s head.

Lily stepped forward, the wood creaking beneath her. James turned around. 

“Did we wake you?” James whispered to her as she crossed the room to him. 

“Probably,” she whispered, a smile on her lips. “But it’s fine.”

She wrapped her arms around the side of James that wasn’t holding Harry. She rested her head against his chest, coming face to face with wide green eyes. She joined in on their swaying. 

“Hi Harry,” she whispered, taking the hand that wasn’t wrapped around James to pat Harry’s back. His eyes started to flutter close. 

“He really just wanted to snuggle, huh?” she asked. 

She felt James chuckled. 

“And dance with us,” he said.

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