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            she  was  well  acquainted  with  the  facts  ,  it  was  her  that  sabotaged  their  chance  at  an  everlasting  love  .  it  was  another  disappointment  amongst  many  ,  except  this  one  was  sown  by  mary  herself  .  she  didn’t  know  why  she  did  what  she  did  ,  she  simply  did  it  and  reaped  the  consequences  afterwards  .  the  heartache  ,  the  loneliness  ,  self-inflicted  and  deserved  .  mary  had  come  to  terms  with  the  fact  that  she  deserved  to  hurt  for  being  so  weak  ,  so  petrified  to  proclaim  her  love  for  molly  openly  .  molly  deserved  someone  who  wasn’t  ashamed  ,  whose  love  would  remain  still  in  the  face  of  adversity  .  recently  ,  she  had  pushed  herself  to  remain  stagant  ,  to  stand  tall  ,  chin  tilted  up  when  confronted  with  bullies  —  but  it  was still  too  late  .  it  took  mary  too  long  to  realize  the  errors  of  her  ways  ,  though  now  ,  thoughts  of  it  ran  rampant  .  the  mistakes  she’d  made  ,  the  chance  at  happiness  she’d  rejected  because  why  wouldn’t  someone  leave  when  you’ve  got  nothing  but  torn  edges  and  tears  to  offer  them  ?               her  body  was  tense  ,  bracing  itself  for  whatever  agony  awaited  .  she  felt  herself  ease  once  molly’s  eyes  fell  on  her  ,  her  shoulders  relaxing  as  their  gazes  connected  ,  the  familiarity  of  it  all  comforting  .  she  wanted  to  yell  that  she  was  sorry  ,  that  she  had  been  an  idiot  and  ruined  the  only  good  thing  she’d  ever  had  .  but  she  refrained  ,  she  knew  it  wouldn’t  change  anything  ,  not  now  .  mary  was  overwhelmed  with  emotion  ,  finally  realizing  just  how  much  she’d  missed  them  .   “  i  missed  you  too  .  both  of  you  .  ”  she  gave  a  smile  weakly  ,  hoping  to  provide  some  semblance  of  normalcy  to  their  now  awkward dynamic  .  “  i  miss  everything  about  you  ,  molls  .  i  swear  i  didn’t  want  things  to  happen  the  way  they  did  …  ” 

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          molly was not the forgiving and forgetting type — they often forgave easily , but rarely forgot ; each indiscretion brought against them is tallied up in the cave of their mind . they serve as a reminder for her , of the people that take the kindness as a weakness and display a willingness to bend the trait to fit their needs . but mary was , once again , the exception . molly was not one to be well versed in the ways of love nor in the ways of mental health , but they had an instinct that whispered that mary was doing her best , that she was not an individual that molly should simply disregard when things get too rough . and so she held on , blanched knuckles clinging to the fiery tresses to keep the other near , doing and saying whatever it was needed to SOOTHE the anxieties that were brought up . the progress was slow , but it was progress that they had still basked in when the proper time to came .                  “ i know you didn’t , ” it’s said through a breath , trying to keep to her side of the room despite the part of her that screams for her to go to mary . their arms snake around their bedpost’s masses , leaning their head against the wood as they continue to look at mary . their thumb runs over the carvings in it as they remain silent for a beat , they had never been the best with words when it comes to relationships , now more than ever . “ that little ice cream shop in the village , they added this new flavor . it’s bright yellow with cake bits , my tongue was yellow for hours after . . . ” their voice comes out slow and even as they finally look away when she smiles . the ache in their chest from such a small thing is truly an indicator of the feelings that still linger .

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location: outside the duelling club room

“I  will  give  you  your  wand  back  after  you  admit  it.”  Her  words  left  slow  and  purposeful  through  smirking  lips  in  full  jest  as  she  held  the  foreign  object  out  of  reach.  It  felt  strange  in  her  hand,  not  like  it  belonged  there,  like  all  of  her  spells  would  just  cast  a  little  bit  wrong.  But  it  was  calmer,  not  the  electricity  that  her  own  brought  even  as  it  was  tucked  away  in  her  sleeve,  resting  gently  against  her  forearm.  No  sparks  from  emotions,  no  singed  sleeves  and  yet  the  control  wasn’t  there  with  this  tool.  But  that  wasn’t  the  point.  No,  the  point  was  duelling  today  had  gone  particularly  well  and  Marlene  felt  good,  genuinely  exhilarated  by  nearly  blasting  a  whole  in  the  wall  which  was  only  semi-intentional  -  just  to  know  she  could.  But  another  part  of  her  wanted  to  run  off  and  tell  Lily;  Merlin,  she  even  wanted  to  send  an  owl  home.  But  the  latter  of  those  intentions  faded  with  the  glory  of  gloating.  “Say  it,  love.  I  know  I’m  brilliant,  I  know,  I  know.  Brilliant  and  strikingly  pretty.  And  the  wand  is  yours  again.”

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          slight vexation twists kamelya’s face as they try to uselessly reach for the wand once more , only to miss it . a sigh hisses through glossed lips while brown eyes narrow at marlene . yes , the other had done rather well in dueling club today , but that hardly warranted a COMPLIMENT , of all things — who did she think she was , anyways ?  compliments were not something that kamelya was known for giving out , even if it was for something that was much deserved , and it would most certainly NOT be earned by blackmailing your way into it . “ if i say that you’re pretty and don’t give you detention , will that work ? ” their voice only slightly quivers in anger , arms crossing over their black and yellow robes . the other students begin to slowly trail out , the crowd splitting for the two of them in the hall , both by virtue of politeness and the sharp glare that kamelya throws in anyone’s way that dares to look too long at them . “ you’re being awfully maddening today , have you decided that you’re in love with me and need to over compensate for that ? ” the tone does not reveal if the question is rhetorical or not , a perfectly groomed eyebrow arching at the younger . 

OPEN  /   &  (  great hall  )

                  wendy  was  tired  of  the  same  meal  for  breakfast  every  day  ,     the  house  elves  really  needed  to  come  up  with  better  meals  .     she  knew  she  couldn’t  be  the  only  one  that  felt  this  way  .     the blonde  sat  down  at  a  randomly  empty  bench  of  one  of  the  tables  :     houses  be  damned  .     she  looked  at  the  sorry  plate  of  food   in  front  of  the  other  person  .     “  don’t  you  just  get  tired  of  the  same  meal  options  every  day  ?     when  are  the  house  elves  going  to  make  us  ,     oh  ,     i  don’t  know  ?     steak  and  potatoes  for  breakfast  .  ”     honestly  ,     with  everything  else  going  on  ,     a  lot  of  people  probably  were  not  thinking  about  food  .     wendy  didn’t  have  the  same  worries  as  everyone  else  though  . 

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          “ um — ” molly looks down at the methodically separated food on their plate with a grimace , shrugging slightly . it was one of the few patterns that molly has grown to quite like , the reliability of it offering some level of stability in a rather shaky life . “ i think it’s lovely , sorry ! i do wish they sometimes did the potatoes differently , ” the whole , baby potatoes made to spin via the spike of their fork . “ i rather like the hash style that they do occasionally ! i only get tired of cutting them up into smaller sections . ” they look up with stitched eyebrows , a disorientated look passing onto their face . “ maybe a new sauce would help you ? ”

Location: Corridor leading to the Great Hal from the Dungeons

Time: Morning

With: OPEN!

Breakfast could be tediously informal at Hogwarts, with no set time and even a loosening of the usually enforced House Table only dining. Not that Regulus expected to much have to deal with those outside of his bubble. Generally, he did not give off an air that suggested merely anyone could just approach him. Instead he swept through the halls, head held high, his pace long and his eyes refusing to linger on anyone least they fall upon a mudblood. He only paused briefly to straighten his appearance just shy of entering the Great Hall itself. In that brief pause, Regulus noticed a presence watching him.

“Can I help you?” He asked, dark eyes glancing over at them.

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          breakfast was one of the only times that sirius could successfully avoid everyone that they wanted to — almost everyone they knew got up earlier than him to ensure proper time to get ready for their day , but not them . nestled under their thick duvet , sirius is dead to the world for an additional fifteen minutes , waiting for exactly three minutes once the last person has left their dorm . dramatically throwing off the covers , they rush to get ready as fast as possible , almost flying down the staircase to make their way to the great hall . well , they almost avoided everyone they wanted to see . “ do you ever stop being a noisy shit ? i was watching for a friend , mind you . ” they jut their chin out , glowering down onto regulus from a few steps above him .

     sirius  &&  lucius  for  @brkencrown​​

      there  were  very  few  things  in  the  world  that  made  lucius  think  about  the  past.  the  smell  of  his  grandmother’s  perfume,  the  sight  of  his  peacocks  and  how  little  they  all  were  at  one  point  —  sirius  black.  every  glance  at  him  was  a  constant  reminder  of  the  little  duo  they  used  to  be  as  kids,  getting  up  to  mischief  with  each  other  and  fucking  around  with  people  for  their  own  amusement.  at  one  point  he  always  thought  it  would  be  him  and  sirius  against  the  world,  but  that  all  changed  when  they  decided  to  go  down  a  traitorous  path.  lucius  had  no  sympathy  for  them,  but  it  wouldn’t  stop  him  from  fucking  with  sirius.  there  was  no  loyalty  there..  maybe  except  for  the  connection  he  had  with  sirius’  cousin.  other  than  that?  it  was  fair  game,  he  could  deal  with  narcissa  later.  

        “you  ever  think  about  how  much  of  a  wanker  you  are?”  it  wasn’t  the  time  or  place  to  mess  around  with  sirius  -  in  the  middle  of  a  corridor  of  all  places.  but  he  wanted  to  make  a  point.  there  was  barely  anyone  around  and  he  was  still  tormenting  them?  yeah.  no  where  was  safe.  “like  honestly.  you  could  have  had  such  a  comfortable  life.  a  shit  ton  of  money,  friends  who  would  die  for  you,  me  fucking  you  probably.”  he  missed  sirius  more  than  he  cared  to  ever  admit,  but  he  felt  worse  for  the  black  family  who  suffered  because  of  them.  “i’ll  be  sure  to  ask  dumbledore  to  hand  deliver  your  stupid  award,  mate.  you  deserve  it.”  a  pause.  “-  if  you  make  it  to  see  the  end  of  the  year,  that  is.”

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           in honesty , sirius is just trying to survive the school year , which has come to mean that there is quite a bit of classroom hopping and wandering the empty corridors . today is no different as their footsteps echo against the stone and marble building , an occasional , brief , tuneless hum following the steps as they take the stairs down two by two . there’s a quick look over their shoulder to make sure there’s not a single prefect on their trail , a smile of arrogance gracing his face for a second before the sound of lucius’s voice breaks through the concentration . “ have you ever thought about how much of a fucking git you are ? ” the insult flows more fluidly than they would like , saying it before they see him .                 they finally spot him , coming to a stop a few steps away from lucius , eyebrows raising . they offer him up a blank look , hands digging into their pockets as they scrunch up their nose . there’s venom dripping from his once over of the prefect , an eyebrow raising in questioning . “ don’t you have to go fuck something pretty and dumb ? or have you stopped doing that because you’re a ‘ reformed man ? ’ ” the last words lazily dangle from the sentence as they move to lean against the wall . sirius , these days , has taken to not carrying too much respect for the elder slytherin , even if he use to be the sole object of sirius’s love and admiration for years while growing up . “ why ? are you planning on running away to be with your one true love ? ”

hi gang ! i’m super sorry on how embarrassingly long this took for me to get out, but here it is now ! if you were here when eve was in full swing, kamelya is a lot like her, but reworked slightly because eve was extremely plot dependent ! as always, disco is the best way to reach me !

character parallels : johnny rose ( schitt’s creek, ) claire ( fleabag, ) carolyn marten ( killing eve, ) dr. wendy carr ( mindhunter, ) angela martin ( the office. )