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sophierropers‌:

Sophie had been looking for him ever since she had talked to Fay that morning. Head still aching from her hangover, she was determined to discuss the matter with him too. It wouldn’t be fair to leave him in the dark after all. “Terry…” She called out after him, trying to catch up to walk alongside him.  “I’m sorry about what happened. But I’ve spoken to Fay and… She’s going to lay off.” Or so Sophie hoped. “I’m sorry… But… But you’re my friend, Terry. I… I won’t let her do that to you again. That was completely uncalled for. And… I’m sorry.” She didn’t know what else she could really say. “It was my fault.” She added softly. “It was because I kissed your cheek… That’s what did it… I’m sorry.” 

The truth was that Terry was always going to have a soft spot for Sophie - and seeing her now with the expression of distress on her face? His automatic instinct was to brush off whatever he was upset about, as it wasn’t even her fault. But he’d be selling himself short on what his own needs were, and that wasn’t fair. “Oh, good. That makes me feel a whole lot better,” he muttered, continuing to walk even though he knew Sophie was following after him. “I didn’t even do anything to her. And I didn’t see her punching any of the other people you kissed that night.”

He paused, before stopping and turning to look at Sophie. On one hand, he could say okay and hope that he’d never have to see Fay again. But he also knew that was impossible if he wanted to maintain some sort of friendship with Sophie. With a sigh, he shrugged his shoulders helplessly. “It’s not my fault that Fay thinks I’m gonna try and steal you away. And it’s not fair to you either, you know?” he pointed out. “Maybe it’s best if we just - I don’t know - stop spending time together. At least for a while.”

#( convo. sophie. ) #( date. january 26th. ) #( location. great hall. )

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terry boot; 

i think you are wrong to want a heart  it makes most people unhappy if you only knew it you are in luck not to have a heart.

#mowtask #( moodboard. )

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adgoldstein‌:

Part of Anthony thought about turning Terry away, of telling him to go back to his own bed, but being alone felt like too much for him to handle at the moment. He had thought maybe the two of them could go to the common room and waste the night away there. Instead, he scooted over a bit to allow Terry to join him in his bed.

It was different, sharing space with Terry this way. There was a layer of intimacy they hadn’t shared before, almost overwhelming in its intensity. Anthony shifted, turning so he was on his back and allowing his gaze to focus somewhere besides his friend. The two of them laid there in silence at first, and for all that the past few days had been awkward when they came into contact, there was a comfort in his friend’s closeness. The presence of Terry filled the usually empty corners of his bed, his familiar scent creeping over the pillows and setting Anthony’s mind at ease. For the first time in weeks, he felt safe. Lying with Terry like this was reassuring, comforting. It felt like home.

“Merlin, but what if he didn’t? Isn’t that almost worse?” Anthony asked, biting back the acidic taste of the bile he felt rising in his throat. “Who would have been with him, at the end? Some sadistic asshole watching him die? Another Muggle-born, knowing that they were gonna have the same fate?” The breath he let out was shaky, uneven. Anthony couldn’t imagine how Oliver felt in those last few moments he had. Did he know what was coming? Did it hurt? Did he have hope? No one deserves to die alone, but Anthony somehow doubted that Oliver would have wanted anyone to see his life end like that. Had Anthony been the one on the run, the one to die, he wouldn’t have wanted anyone to have to cope with the weight of the memory of his death.

“Terry,” he said, his voice soft as he almost absentmindedly reached out to intertwine his fingers with his friend’s. It hurt Anthony to see Terry hurting, but he understood the sentiment his friend was expressing so well. “Normal, normal doesn’t really exist for us, not right now. However we act tomorrow? However we face the day? That’s part of our new normal, as fucked as it is.” He squeezed Terry’s hand gently and spent a moment’s pause wondering if it was an odd thing to do before deciding it didn’t matter. Not now. “There’s no set way to feel. Loss is…it’s complicated, and messy, and painful. Everyone’s going to experience it in a different manner. You don’t have to know how you feel, but just no that there’s no right or wrong way to mourn Oliver.”

Perhaps he was overstepping his boundary, and he had no idea what he’d say to Michael if he were to wake up and find the two of them sharing a bed. But in the moment, Terry didn’t really care. There was an overwhelming need to be close to Anthony - in a way that he hadn’t experienced before. “I guess you’re right,” he softly replied, realizing that there was no way to look at Oliver’s death without feeling sick to his stomach. “No point to thinking about it. He’s gone, doesn’t matter how or when it happened or who he was with.” He let out a shaky breath, trying not to think about Oliver in a situation like the one Anthony said. He only wanted to keep the good memories around - not the images of Oliver running or trying to hide, of him scared or in pain, of him dying. “Grief is... strange,” he started before half-shrugging his shoulders. “I’m not good at this. I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel, or what I’m supposed to do, or what I should even say. And nothing is getting easier. I wish I had some sort of an answer on how to deal with it.” 

He stopped talking when Anthony took his hand, his voice seeming to falter at contact. And he stayed quiet, listening and memorizing the way it felt when his friend squeezed his hand. “Anthony?” he finally asked quietly. He kept his hand still where it was, not wanting to break away from the feeling that had settled over him. It wasn’t anything new, that Anthony was the one who left him feeling centered and safe - and oddly vulnerable, like his friend could see right through him. 

When Terry started to speak, he realized that maybe there was more than one thing he needed to talk to the other boy about. This moment right here - even though there was plenty of space between them, even though they were barely touching - felt intimate. But more than that, it felt normal. Everything that had happened lately between them felt natural, even though it seemed out of the ordinary.

Terry’s mind was overflowing with things he could say, his eyes flickering over Anthony’s features. He hesitated, before finally opening his mouth. “Promise me I’ll never lose you,” he said quietly. Even though it would’ve been simple to speak everything that was on his mind, to just come right out and say it - he couldn’t do it. Being here in this moment just proved how much he didn’t want to be without Anthony in his life, and he couldn’t risk anything that might ruin that. He felt stupid - promises were pointless, just words tossed around without any meaning. “Everyone I care about... it feels like I always lose them in some way and I - I can’t lose you.” 

#skldjf this got kind of wordy bc i wrote a lot of internal monologue but pls don't feel the need to match !!! #( convo. terry. ) #( date. january 29th. ) #( location. ravenclaw boys dormitory. )

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lisaturpins‌:

There’s a stillness throughout the castle that day, a blanket of melancholy that’s settled since the previous day’s broadcast—because even those who do not listen to Potterwatch have heard the news by now. For Lisa, the feelings come in waves—-anger, mostly, but often a strange sort of panic, too, the kind that sends her back to her last night at home, cowed on the floor in from of the Dark Lord while the body of a muggleborn witch drops dead in front of her, helpless to stop it. She doesn’t know how Oliver died—-she doesn’t want to—-but her mind can’t help picturing her classmate in the woman’s place, now that she knows what they do to people outside the castle walls—-the sort of shows they put on for each other. It makes her sick to think of someone she knows in that position, and she’s lost in thought as she spies Terry, arm raised, and realizes just quickly enough what’s he going to do—-who he’s aiming at—–and before she knows it, his wand is clattering to the floor and she’s pulling him away.

“You fucking moron,” She hisses, and it’s strange—-she’s never really had reason to snipe at Terry before; quite the contrary, she likes Terry. But more than that, she loves Anthony, and she will not—-will not let him lose someone else that he loves, not after what he confided to her at the party, not to stupidity like this, “What, do you think you’re just going to fucking hex him in broad daylight? How do you think that’ll end up, Ter? Think we all want to bury another classmate today? Snap out of it.”

He stumbles slightly as Lisa pulls both of them out of sight. With a huff, as if he’s been inconvenienced, he reaches down to pick his wand up. As he does, he looks around the corner, seeing that Amycus is long gone by now, meaning that Terry has missed his opportunity - perhaps the only one that he’s going to have forever. He wants to be angry at Lisa for stopping him - stopping him from doing something ridiculously stupid that could’ve easily ended up with him getting killed. But he knows his anger isn’t directed at her, his anger is directed at everything and everyone who didn’t prevent this from happening.

“What the fuck, Lisa?” he hisses back, narrowing his eyes at her. “That was the one chance I had to actually do something. Because clearly no one else here is going to do anything. Hey, maybe we can plan another walk out in protest of Oliver being murdered, because that worked so well the last time.” His frustrations with Dumbledore’s Army, with the other professors, with Harry fucking Potter himself - they only seemed to continue to grow with each passing day. He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the ends of it. “Oliver is dead, and no one is going to do anything about it. So you’ll have to excuse me if I don’t give a fuck what happens to me.”

#( convo. lisa. ) #( date. january 28. ) #( location. corridors. ) #death tw #torture mention tw

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sueyqli‌:

Sue knew there were people who, during the Professor’s protest, who wished they would just go on as if classes were normal, just for a brief break from how much everything else has changed around the castle. Sue agreed for a moment, but now, sitting in this library staring down at her Transfiguration essay, she wished she had anything but academics to worry about. 

She looked up at Terry. Technically, yes, she was working on something. However she had long gotten distracted by a doodle in her textbook she had forgotten about and had been slowly and steadily adding to it for the last twenty minutes. She mimicked his sigh and shook her head. “I don’t think anyone is actually working right now. What did you have in mind?”

Terry gave a quick glance over at Sue’s parchment, belatedly concerned that he had actually interrupted a meaningful work session - after all, not everyone had the same mentality about homework that he did. Some people actually enjoyed doing it, or at least tried to hand it in every day. But then he saw the drawing on the paper, and he let out a laugh.

“What’s that supposed to be?” he asked, tilting his head slightly so he could try and get a better look at the picture. Terry opened his mouth, before closing it. He wanted to do something else, but it seemed like there wasn’t a clear answer as to what they actually could do. “I - well, I don’t know. Do people do anything for fun here lately?” 

#( convo. sue. ) #( date. january 15th. ) #( location. library. )

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faydunbarr‌:

were it not for the fact that fay was determined to be in that very specific spot, she would have had no problem moving along and avoiding dealing with terry. for sophie’s sake, she tried not to be a complete jackass to the guy, even if every instinct she had was telling her to do just that. he was the guy that had been in the way of her getting what she wanted for so long and that wasn’t a feeling that fay was finding easy to move on from. even if there was nothing wrong with the guy otherwise, change didn’t come easily for fay. 

“i can, you’re right, so why don’t you go to one of them,” she retorted, huffing out an irate breath. it would be just her luck that he was there, of all spots on the lake, mere trees away from the ruined memorial for her brother. rolling the knife in her hands in a vaguely threatening gesture, fay glanced up with a sly grin. “what most people do with knives, boot. cut stuff,” she shrugged, tightening her grip on the thing. “if you don’t get lost, it might be you that get shanked.” 

he resisted rolling his eyes for what felt like the twentieth time in the past five minutes. as much as he wanted to stay on good terms with sophie, it seemed like the one person who continually could throw that off balance was fay. and though terry really didn’t care about sophie’s new relationship - not really, at least - it seemed like fay might not have been able to have the same mentality about sophie’s previous relationship.

terry’s eyes widened at the knife - more out of the fact that he rarely saw anyone here in the castle holding onto something like that. everyone seemed to prefer wands, after all. so of course it’d be fay who would have one. “as if you’d even try,” he muttered, before frowning. there were better things he could be doing than just standing here and trading vague barbs with fay. “whatever. i’m going back to the castle.” he pushed off of the tree before stopping right in front of her. “do you know where i’d find sophie? i need to talk to her.” 

#( convo. fay. ) #( date. january 13th. ) #( location. the lake. )

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seamusburning‌:

     it took everything within seamus to keep his cursing on the inside.  it wasn’t that hard to see that terry wasn’t necessarily fond of seamus and michael, or at least seamus specifically.  he didn’t know if he had done something specific to slight terry, or if it was a general overprotectiveness of a friend.  he hadn’t considered the idea that terry might just find him annoying.  a completely justified reason, one that seamus had long ago come to terms with for other people.  “i suppose it could be argued i’m not like most normal people.”  

     he tried to fight the natural urge to bite back.  he wanted to reach some kind of understanding with terry.  maybe not a friendship, but something.  the last thing he wanted was any weirdness to make things harder on michael.  “awfully bold of you to assume any mail is getting in or out of here nowadays.”  seamus let out a heavy sigh and finally glanced up at him.  no time like the present to start putting forth some effort.  “snape was observing hagrid or something earlier.  it took everything in me not to curse him back up into the castle.  i should’ve fucking done it anyway.”

seamus was the antithesis of terry, and perhaps that was why the other boy rubbed him the wrong way. where terry was logic and rationality and muttered insults under his breath, seamus was impulsive and loud. it wasn’t anything new, as terry found him annoying before his relationship with michael evolved - though the relationship definitely made him dislike seamus even more. with a roll of his eyes, terry crossed his arms over his chest. “right, because i’m sure that you’ve been keeping track of every single letter and parcel that is brought up here. for all you know, the carrows could be taking the mail and sending out false copies of it. maybe telling our families that we’ve become death eater spawn,” he muttered, before frowning. on one hand, he could somewhat understand the frustration that was in seamus’ voice. 

snape was nothing more than a lump on a log - before slughorn took over as the potions professor, snape had had plenty of issues with terry’s... unorthodox way of learning. “might as well have just cursed hagrid yourself with that mentality. it wouldn’t come back to you - others would have to pay the price,” he pointed out, before pulling out the letter from his back pocket and holding it out towards one of the owls. “your temper and your inability to think about repercussions are going to get you killed - or rather, other people around you killed.” 

#( convo. seamus. ) #( location. owlery. ) #( date. january 14th. ) #terry rly is an asshole i apologize

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moragmac‌:

WHEN: January 28th, 8:12PM WHERE: Ravenclaw Common Room WHO: @tcrryboots​

“Hey Terry, I’ve got your —” Book. Morag swallowed the last word, letting the book itself hang in the air as she froze. She pulled back her arm after a few seconds, tucking the book under her arm and looking at Terry, not entirely sure what to do. She’d hesitated for too long now to make anything seem natural, and she longed, for only a moment, for more compassion. He was crying. She looked closer — was he? Maybe it was just allergies, or the way the light was falling or — or maybe she just wanted this situation to be anything but this. 

She hesitated again. Swallowed, thickly,  let her eyes dance around the room, hoping to spot Anthony or Michael or Sue or Padma or anyone who was better at this than her. That should have been an easy task, as she was fairy horrible at this, and yet there was no one. She looked at Terry again, realised that he really was crying. “What’s — hey, what’s wrong Terry?” Morag drummed her fingers against his book. “I can come back later, if you want.”

He hadn’t heard anyone else in the common room - not that he was really paying attention to what was going on around him, his thoughts already turning themselves over and over in a dizzying spiral. It would’ve been easier to sink into denial after this evening’s broadcast - tell himself that they were mistaken, that they misidentified Oliver and he was still alive. But Terry was smarter than that. “Morag, shit. You startled me,” he muttered, belatedly realizing that he was indeed crying at news, wiping at his eyes haphazardly. When she asked him what’s wrong, he initially was confused - because what kind of question was that. Everything was wrong. And then it hit him, how that broadcast was heard in the DA meeting, something Morag wouldn’t have any idea about. She didn’t know.

He has two options now - be the one to tell her, or let her find out on her own. And though he’s not good at this at all - he realizes that he’d rather be the one to tell Morag than let her find out through hallway gossip. Terry clears his throat, before motioning to the seat beside him on the couch. “You should - you might wanna...” he started to say, before trailing off and looking down at the ground. Sitting down won’t make this news any easier - but it always seems like when people have to deliver bad news, they tell the other person to sit down. “Oliver’s dead, Morag. There was just a broadcast that he was murdered by bunch of snatchers while he was on the run.” 

#( convo. morag. ) #( location. ravenclaw common room. ) #( date. january 28th. ) #death tw

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where: the great hall when: january 26th, 6:45pm who: @sophierropers

the looks that he’d been getting over the past day around the dark bruise circling his eye were enough to make terry swear that he’d never attend another party for the rest of his life. he knew he could’ve gone to madam pomfrey to see if she could help with it - but more than likely he’d have to explain, and trying to come up with a reason that wasn’t being sucker punched by his ex’s new girlfriend seemed difficult.

he’s on his way out of the great hall, ready to head back to the ravenclaw tower when he sees sophie making a beeline for him. his instincts tell him to go to her, but he also would prefer to not have to interact with fay ever again. he turns immediately and starts walking away, even as he hears sophie calling out. “shouldn’t you be with fay? i’m sure if she saw us within fifty feet of one another, she’d hex me right in the middle of the hallway.” 

#( convo. sophie. ) #( location. great hall. ) #( date. january 26th. )

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ofsight‌:

Part of Parvati feels as though she’s been walking around in a daze since last night. She didn’t know Oliver, not well at least — they’d never interacted much outside of close proximity during shared classes. Regardless, the news has still shaken Parvati to her core. She woke up the yesterday morning with a horrible foreboding feeling, knowing inside that something terrible and tragic had happened; and finding out later what that was had sent her into a state of dread. How many more lives would to be lost before all of this madness ended (if it ever ends)? True, she hadn’t known Oliver, but who would be next? Dean? Someone inside the castle, like Lavender or even Padma? The thought alone is enough to send Parvati spiraling. 

She’s just walking along absentmindedly when she sees Terry ahead, raising his wand — and in a flash of her Inner Eye, she sees the jinx hitting Amycus squarely in the back, followed by a yell of fury and Terry’s screams of pain at his retaliation. As blood begins to drip from the corner of Terry’s mouth — not the present Terry, the future Terry she can see as clearly as though he was standing in front of her — Parvati’s instinct takes over and she runs right into him, knocking his wand to the floor and causing the future in her head to vanish. 

“Stopping you from doing something really, really stupid,” she replies. “Come on, exactly what were you hoping to accomplish by hexing one of the Carrows in the middle of a crowded corridor?”

He instinctively rolls his eyes at Parvati, annoyed that she would ruin the perfect moment that he had to actually do something impactful. Pocketing his wand, he lets out a noise of frustration. “Well, I guess we’ll never know what would’ve occurred, considering that you ruined the chances of it happening,” he pointed out. Amycus is long gone by now, and Terry’s even more frustrated at that, considering that it was his one shot to actually do something. His nails dig into his palm, feeling angrier with the passing moments. 

“And I suppose we’re all just supposed to sit back and let them ruin everyone else’s lives, right? Bad enough that getting tortured is something we’ve all started to accept as commonplace, but now innocent teenagers dying can be added to that list, huh? Just another average day for our classmates to be murdered.” His anger is misplaced at Parvati, but he can’t help it. He’s angry at the Carrows, he’s angry at the world, he’s angry at Longbottom and Weasley and their stupid pointless club that helps no one. He’s angry at himself for feeling so damn helpless to stop any of this.

Taking a deep breath, he shakes his head. “We’re doing nothing to prevent any of this. At least if it ended poorly, I wouldn’t have gone down without a fight. Because Dumbledore’s Army is going to do nothing about the death of Oliver. All they’ve done is make things worse for everyone with their half-baked plans.”  

#( convo. parvati. ) #( date. january 29th. ) #( location. corridors. )

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stvneheart‌:

“are you fucking stupid? what the actual fuck?”

theo’s own wand is still raised from his poorly aimed expelliarmus moments ago. he’d seen boot raise his wand at carrow’s back, and he’d ( for once ) reacted before thinking. he hadn’t even aimed properly, only flung the disarming spell at the boy’s hand to make the wand clatter to the floor. 

this isn’t him being a good person, no. it’s not. it was just…. the whole thing was just…. boot was being… he had stopped him before he could think about it, because boot was right there in front of him and he was going to get his ass kicked if he had actually hexed carrow.

“ruined what? you getting your ass served by carrow?” theo hisses, and he doesn’t lower his wand. “did you fall down the stairs and lose all your brain cells?”

of course, terry was annoyed that someone had stopped him from landing the hex straight in the middle of amycus’s back - but the last person that he imagined he’d be having to deal with was theo. terry grasps his wand, but still holds onto it tightly - because he doesn’t know what to expect from theo. 

terry is well aware that the repercussions for launching a spell at carrow would’ve ended badly for him - which is why it’s even more confusing that it’s theo here. “fuck off,” he hisses. “what the fuck do you care? hell, i’m sure you get off to seeing the carrows fuck people up. want me to move closer so you can get a better viewing of it?” with a glance down the hallway, he knows that amycus is long gone by now, but that doesn’t stop him from thinking about running off after him.

and he doesn’t owe any sort of explanation for his actions, because in truth, even bringing up oliver’s name to someone like theo feels like an insult to his memory at this point. “whatever i would’ve done is nothing compared to what them and their friends are doing to innocent people.”

#( convo. theo. ) #( location. corridors. ) #( date. january 29th. ) #anything is possible : ) #death tw #violence tw

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adgoldstein‌:

WHEN: January 29, 1:17 AM

WHERE: Ravenclaw Boys’ Dormitory 

WHO: @tcrryboots

Anthony glanced at clock on his nightstand, absently noting the time as a sigh escaped his lips. It seemed like sleep was out of his reach once again. It had been elusive since he returned to Hogwarts this past September, but the past few weeks had left him struggling to get more than an hour here or there if he was lucky. Tonight was no different. The words from the broadcast, that missing muggleborn Oliver Rivers has died following a run-in with a group of snatchers, had repeated in his head on a loop since he first heard them. There was little he could do to silence his mind or calm his racing thoughts.

He could hear movement from Terry’s bed, the sounds of tossing and turning indicating that his friend was struggling under the weight of the day to find any rest. Anthony bit his lip, hesitating. Once, he wouldn’t have thought twice about it. Terry was and had been his best friend for years. But things between them had shift slightly, all their interactions colored with an awkward tinge ever since the party. The kiss, the intimacy of their actions, the obvious jealousy Anthony had shown towards Sophie, it had changed the air between them in such a way that left Anthony wondering if he could fix what he broke. 

He did his best to avoid looking at the bed Oliver had claimed for his own years ago as he turned to face Terry. The bleak emptiness of it had served as a painful reminder all year about the absence of his roommate, but with the news from today’s Potterwatch broadcast still a wound so fresh that it was taking everything in him not to cry. 

Anthony took a deep breathe, doing what he could to center himself. The last thing he wanted was to bother Terry, but right now he needed his friend more than anything. He was mourning a loss that cut too close to home, and he knew Terry was as well. It was a painful, depressing representation of the horrors of their reality, but they didn’t have to go through it alone. “Hey Terry, you up?” he asked, his voice scarcely louder than a whisper. 

Sleep wasn’t something that was viable at this point, at least not anymore. For someone who was more acquainted with losing people, Terry would’ve hoped that he wouldn’t be as distraught - that somehow it would’ve been manageable this time. But unsurprisingly, loss wasn’t something that ever got easier. In fact, this seemed even more unbearable.

Grief and anger were pressing down on him with every breath he took, something that seemed to only grow more and more. Perhaps that’s why Anthony calling out to him in a whisper was a welcomed distraction, as he rolled over onto his side to look across the way to the other bed. “Yeah,” he muttered, before sitting up in bed. “Yeah, I’m awake. Can’t sleep at all.” If anything, up until now the two of them seemed to have been awkwardly avoiding one another since the party. A lot had happened there, things that they should’ve been able to brush off as drunken antics. Terry knew it wouldn’t be that simple, though - not from the way he’d still been thinking about kissing Anthony, or the feeling of Anthony’s mouth on his skin. But now, there was no time to dwell on that - not when there was the gaping hole of loss in his chest.

Without a word, he got to his feet - whether or not Michael was sleeping was unknown, but if he was, Terry didn’t want to wake him up by talking. “Move over,” he said quietly, before climbing into the bed alongside Anthony. In hindsight, he realized that it was probably strange to share a bed like this with his friend - especially after what had happened at the party. But Anthony was always a source of calmness and stability for him, something Terry desperately needed right now. And for a moment, Terry just stayed quiet, comforted by the presence of Anthony near him. “I hope he didn’t die alone,” he whispered thickly, trying not to think of Oliver or whatever fear he dealt with in those moments leading up to his death. The thought made his stomach turn uneasily. “Merlin, this is so fucked up. How are we even supposed to act like everything’s normal tomorrow? I’m just...” he trailed off, shaking his head. “I don’t even know what I’m supposed to be feeling right now.” 

#( convo. anthony. ) #( date. january 29th. ) #( location. ravenclaw boys dormitory. ) #death tw

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when: january 29th, 3:27pm where: main corridor who: open

it’s been over a day since the news about oliver had been leaked, and his head is still reeling. it feels like a dream of sorts, that he’s going to wake up and it’ll all be some sort of joke. this can’t be happening, oliver is someone he’s known since the first day at hogwarts, oliver is someone he considers a friend.

past tense, his thoughts darkly remind him - oliver was someone he considered a friend.

he doesn’t know what the right response to this is - anger, hopelessness, sadness, fear. somehow they all seem accurate, and yet all terry really feels is numb. out of the corner of his eye, he sees a retreating figure, who he instantly recognizes as amycus carrow. and he realizes that it’d be easier to deal with this if there was someone to blame for it, rather than an unnamed person who killed oliver. terry’s not thinking at all as he slowly steps forward - the only thing on his mind is the unrelenting reminder that oliver is dead, and whoever did it can’t get away with it. when he raises his wand to aim at amycus’ back, there’s a strange sense of satisfaction at the thought of what he could do. 

nothing ends up happening, however, as someone knocks his wand out of his hand. “the fuck are you doing?” he spat, before moving to pick his wand back up. “you ruined it.” 

#( location. main corridor. ) #( date. january 29th. ) #mowstarter #me? posting an open starter? unheard of #death tw

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overview of terry’s time at the party:

- talks to sophie and gets emo over the fact he has some unresolved emotions regarding their relationship - later dances with her - gets completely drunk after doing shots with ernie - enters a game of truth or dare: answers truths from morag and seamus, dares seamus to run naked through the great hall, kisses michael on a dare - talks to anthony, who drunkenly confesses that terry’s mouth looks like it’d be nice to kiss  - plays spin the bottle - kisses mandy, parvati, and anthony, before the bottle lands on fay - gets in a fight with fay immediately, who tackles him before punching him in the face - ends his wild party time by doing body shots with both ernie and anthony - leaves the party even more confused about his relationship with sophie but also whatever is happening between him and anthony

#this is more for my organization ayo #event 02

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*crushes my emotions with my bare hands* as I was saying,

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faydunbarr‌:

the second she had tackled terry to the ground, fay wanted to make sure he couldn’t just heave her aside and be done with it. it was mostly the alcohol talking, but she wanted to hit him more than she’d wanted to in quite some time. in her mind, it was entirely obvious that he was making eyes at sophie, pining after her and wishing things were different, and she had to make sure he knew that there was zero chance of it happening.

“you’re my fuckin’ problem, boot,” fay snarled, shoving his hands away from her irritably. her fists were already curled together, one of them hovering in the air ready to swing at a moment’s notice. she didn’t need much of a reason to continue trying to fight him, it was something she’d wanted to do for years. even just the aggressive tackle to bring him to the ground had been a satisfying feeling, if she were being entirely honest. “you were eye fucking my girlfriend. whatever fucking fantasy you have in your dumbass head of getting back together with her, you can fucking forget it. she probably never even loved you anyway.” or did she. maybe she still did. it was a concern that blossomed in fay’s chest every time she saw sophie talking to him, the familiarity there something that seized at her insecurities and made them run wild. 

“i mean, seriously boot, fuck you,” she growled out as her last words, letting her fist fly towards his face angrily. her thoughts were already muddled with concern that sophie still harbored some type of feelings for the boy, maybe even deeper ones that sophie felt for fay herself, and it just felt good to let the frustration out. 

“newsflash. just because she and i aren’t together anymore doesn’t mean i have to stop caring about her,” he spits out, and he wants to shove her off of him - but it could easily make everything that much worse so he just sits there and takes it. everyone is staring at them by now, because it’s hard not to - they’re literally in the middle of the circle where the game was being played. “sorry that you’re so fucking insecure in your own relationship that you have to make up this bullshit, but i’m not going to change how i treat sophie just because it irritates you. not my problem.”

she probably never even loved you anyway. 

and there it is. the words land with a heavy blow - not because of the fact that it makes him angry, but more because of the fact that he’s been worried this whole time that it’s true. he and sophie hadn’t broken up because of any problem that happened, or because they stopped caring about one another - but because they weren’t being honest with one another. what if sophie hadn’t loved him, what if he’d thought there was more to their relationship than she did? 

terry grits his teeth - because now not only is he having to deal with fay, but everyone in the room has been invited into his relationship insecurities. “fuck you, dunbar. stay the fuck away from me,” he spits, and he makes the move to shove her off - but he’s not quick enough to react when she raises her fist. the pain explodes in the right side of his face, and he spits out another string of curses. 

he finally pushes her roughly and scrambles out from underneath her. he gingerly touches the spot below his eye, instantly recoiling at the pain. “you’re insane,” he muttered, before glaring at her. there’s plenty more that he can say, low blows that will hurt her just as much as he’s done to him - but he keeps his mouth shut. 

#( convo. fay. ) #( location. hufflepuff common room. ) #( date. january 25th. ) #event 02 #violence tw #i figure...... we could probably end here or soon after bc terrys not gonna stick around after that lmao