; 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜

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Gellertbows his head, closer to hers ( conspiratorially so! ), and his grin isradiant ( summer warmth caresses his cheek with a slow hand, then ascends to tangleeasy fingers into both of their hair, painting them golden. cherub is what his mother used to call him, in her native tongue.perhaps that’s what they’d look like, if they were siblings. golden-headed youths in an endless summer day. Gellert never had a sister. Gellert neverhad any siblings, at all. nor did he desire them, never once. he’d always been his parents’ darling, and they had always been his disappointment. but the idea certainly holds a degree of intrigue, like possibility always does. )

he winks,playfully. rests his elbows on his thighs and shakes his head, curls bouncing.

( he had offeredher chicory and daisies ——frugality andinnocence —— and was immensely pleased by her easy acceptance, small daintyfingers brushing against his and retracting. a ghost of touch. a ghost of agirl.    blue and white.   he thinks theoffering to be fitting. wildflowers are aseasily overlooked as the simplest pleasures of life. he wonders how much ofAriana is erased and overlooked, much like them. by no fault of her own, livingas a prisoner. ashes, ashes, we all fall ——  death. daisies & death. doesgod sprinkle daisies upon the ground of dead infants, or do only chrysanthemumsbloom upon graves? )

             “ I won’t tell if you won’t, ”  he promises,and it’s half-a-jest and an entire truth. he doesn’t believe for a second thatanything about this could bedangerous, or that there was any possibility of his being unable to turn any of Albus’s displeasure ( with him, with anything ) around intoits opposite. plus, curiosity hasalways been his foremost sin, the one he has always chased with a rabid sort ofdetermination. tirelessly, endlessly. and Ariana? oh, Ariana, this wounded, caged little fluttering bird with broken wings——— made him curious to the extreme. 

          “ what do you think? do you want to see something neat ? ” 

SINCE   THE   ACCIDENT   THERE   HAD   NOT   BEEN   one   person   around   her   that   was   not   frightened   by   her   mere   presence.   No   matter   how   much   mother   used   to   try   to   conceal   it,   or   Abe   pushed   through   it,   Ariana   could   not   only   see   the   fear   in   their   eyes   but   also   feel   it   in   their   magic.   With   Gellert,   though,   Ariana   saw   no   fear   ━   his   magic   was   free,   swirling   around   them   inhibited;   gold   and   red   mingling   together   and   creating   an   unique   hue.   Around   him   everything   was   radiant,   curious   and   conspirational   as   it   approached   her   and   it   made   her   feel   jittery,   giddy   like   a   rush   of   adrenaline   that   wasn't   quite   her   own   but   no   less   exciting.      No   one   in   her   family   had   magic   like   that;   like   a   playful   fire,   warm   and   brilliant,   magic   that   ran   wild   and   toed   the   lines   of   mischief   and   chaos.

He   grins   and   winks   at   her,   gloden   hair   shining   under   the   sun   and   Ariana   cannot   help   but   to   blush,   a   faint   rosy   hue   dusting   her   cheeks   as   she   averted   her   eyes.   Looking   instead   at   the   flowers   he   had   given   her.   She   had   always   liked   daisies   for   it   was   rare   to   find   a   single   one   alone.   The   small   wildflowers   always   seemed   to   grow   in   multitudes,   covering   the   prairies   like   snow.   And   Ariana   thought   it   would   be   nice   not   to   feel   alone,   to   be   a   daisy   surrounded   by   others   like   her,   never   lonely.   As   a   lone   daisy   in   the   vast   world,   she   had   lost   all   hope   of   ever   finding   someone   who   would   understand   her;   someone   who   wouldn't   fear   her.

Pearly   white   teeth   worried   the   rosy   flesh   of   her   lips   at   his   next   words.   Ariana   had   never   lied   to   her   brothers   before,   after   mother   she...had   been   trying   to   be   good   ━   to   stay   clear   of   Albus   and   do   what   Abe   told   her   to,   but   now,   faced   with   the   opportunity   to   do   something,   anything   other   than   to   just   sit   through   the   day   in   a   hazy   stuppor,   the   young   girl   couldn't   say   no.      Dainty   hands   clutched   the   small   bouquet   closer   to   her   chest,   hazy   eyes   clearing   up   and,   unknown   to   her,   obtaining   a   glint   to   them   that   was   very   similar   to   that   of   her   eldest   brother.   An   urge   for   an   adventure,   for   something   new.   ❛   Al   won't   like   this....   ❜   she   muttered,   but   stood   up,   breathing   in   the   summer   air   into   her   small   lungs.   ❛   B-but   if   we   don't   tell,   maybe   it'll   be...okay.   ❜

MOODBOARD MEME + SIGNIFICANT RELATIONSHIP

The most significant relationship Xenophilius has ever had was the one with Pandora. She has given him everything and more than he could ever hope to gain, and it is a relationship he will never really get over no matter how many years pass by.

MOODBOARD MEME + HOME AESTHETICS

On the outside, black and neutral, surrounded by nature and magical plants, Xenophilius Lovegood's house is a myriad of colours and textures on the inside. Every wall coloured differently, the ceiling portraying countless different scenes, and random gadgets hanging or floating around. There is always something new to look at, always something bright and shiny to gawk at. A house decor that exudes eccentricity but also brings great warmth and happiness, a real representation of who Xenophilius is, and a great contrast between his childhood home.

MOODBOARD MEME + @lamentedhope

Do not cry for me, for I have died years ago. Do not cry for me, for I am finally alive. 

MOODBOARD MEME + @narglcd

so fathers be good to your daughters  ━━ daughters will love like you do...

THINGS  HAD  CHANGED  A  LOT  AND  ARIANA  COULD  hardly  recall  what  it  was  like  at  the  beginning  of  last  summer.  She  had  had  mother  back  then,  to  talk  to  or  to  simply  be  with  her.  Now,  mother  was  gone  and  the  house  was  a  little  emptier,  though  she  supposed  it  was  her  fault.  Abe  had  taken  to  caring  for  her  as  mother  had  done  ━  bringing  her  food,  begging  her  to  eat,  helping  her  dress  and  bathe.  And  Albus,  well,  Ariana  knew  he  was  upset  with  her;  could  feel  it  in  the  chill  of  his  magic,  in  the  way  it  would  drawn  close  to  him  whenever  she  was  in  the  room,  once  comforting  purples  now  menacing  and  intimidating.  So  she  took  to  staying  away  from  him,  making  herself  even  more  of  a  ghostly  figure  within  their  household.

Not  all  changes  had  been  bad,  Albus  found  a  new  friend  in  the  months  that  followed  mother's  passing.  Ariana  had  not  met  him,  but  Abe  called  him  Grindelwald,  voice  harsh  as  if  he  was  insulting  someone,  angry  ━  his  magic  flaring  around  them,  smoky  and  suffocating,  too  hot  to  withstand,  like  being  surrounded  by  the  flames  coming  from  a  raging  dragon.  Albus  called  him  Gellert,  his  voice  steady  and  less  dull  ━  dark  purples  and  indigo  going  softer,  gentle  hues  of  violet  making  themselves  known  within  everything  his  magic  touched,  the  air  jittery  like  pins  and  needles,  but  not  overwhelming,  Ariana  could  only  describe  it  as  fondness,  an  energy  that  craved  another's.  And  she  felt  happy  that  Albus  had  someone  who  made  him  feel  happier,  that  made  him  forget  about  her  and  the  troubles  she  brought  him.

The  youngest  Dumbledore  sat  outside  that  day,  enjoying  the  faint  sunlight  despite  the  coldness  of  the  wind.  It  wasn't  common  for  her  to  be  outside,  but  they  had  no  backyard  neighbours  and  Abe  had  allowed  her  to  sit  in  the  grass  and  simply  watch  as  the  day  passed  by.  She  sat  there  and  watched  as  the  birds  flew  past  her,  wondering  what  it  would  be  like  to  be  so  free,  to  go  anywhere  and  everywhere;  to  be  carried  by  the  wind  with  no  restrictions.  She  knew  it  would  be  impossible  for  her  to  be  that  free,  for  she  was  a  caged  bird,  and  with  her,  she  had  chained  both  her  brothers.

Lost  in  thought,  she  did  not  notice  someone  crouching  in  front  of  her  until  the  gentle  scent  of  wildflowers  reached  her  button  nose,  and  their  colours  drew  her  eyes  from  the  sky.  Blinking  rapidly,  Ariana  stared  at  a  small  bouquet  of  wildflowers,  flowing  the  arm  the  held  it  to  her,  she  found  Albus'  friend  ━  Gellert  Grindelwald.  ❛  Oh,  thank  you...  ❜    she  exclaimed  softly  and  slowly,  with  a  shaky  hand  she  took  the  flowers  from  him.  Holding  them  close  to  her  as  she  turned  her  head  back  to  the  house,  eyes  searching  for  her  brothers.  Neither  of  them  would  like  the  fact  that  she  was  talking  to  him.  Wide  and  slightly  dazed  hazel  eyes  met  greyish  blue  ones,  she  wondered  what  he  was  doing  there,  and  where  was  Albus.

SHE   WAS   HARDLY   EVER   ON   FIELD   MISSIONS   ANYMORE,   ever   since   becoming   acting   Head   of   The   Institute,   Maryse   had   let   her   children   take   her   place   as   fighters   ━   something   very   conflicting   for   her.   As   a   mother   she   dreaded   the   thought   of   one   of   them   not   making   it   back,   clung   to   Max   hoping   to   delay   his   graduation   as   much   as   she   could   before   she   had   to   watch   him   too   walk   down   those   doors   into   a   world   of   demons,   swords   and   blood.   As   a   shadowhunter,   nothing   filled   her   with   more   pride   than   to   know   her   children,   the   ones   she   bore   and   the   one   she   adopted   were   the   best   and   brightest   of   their   generation.   They   were   her   pride   and   joy,   and   there   was   nothing   she   would   ever   love   more   than   them.

Short-staffed   and   facing   demon   invasion   after   demon   invasion,   Maryse   did   not   hesitate   to   going   back   to   her   position   as   soldier.   She   hadn't   been   made   to   sit   behind   a   desk,   that   had   always   been   Robert's   calling.   She   was   a   soldier   of   Heaven,   had   always   been   their   best   ━   referred   to   as   Valentine's   attack   dog   and   best   General   when   she   was   only   13,   there   was   a   reason   she   was   feared   among   downworlders   to   that   day.   That   is   why,   geared   up   and   walking   next   to   her   eldest   son,   Maryse   found   it   quite   easy   to   go   back   to   that   mindset.   It   wasn't   as   if   she   was   old   enough   that   it   would   be   hard;   only   thirty-five   and   shadowhunter   training   engrained   into   her   very   soul.

𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒   𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄   𝐈𝐍   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐇𝐄𝐌   𝐎𝐅   her   jumper   the   second   the   words   leave   her   mouth   ,   but   then   he’s   patting   the   sofa   beside   him   &   she   shuffles   across   the   room   until   she’s   plonking   herself   down   &   nuzzling   into   his   side   .   somehow   it   surprises   her   that   she   still   fits   here   so   perfectly   ,   just   like   when   she   was   a   child   ,   even   though   she’s   older   now   .   “   not   really   .   the   baby   thestral’s   are   growing   nicely   ,   i’ve   been   leaving   them   food   .   hagrid   says   he’ll   keep   an   eye  on   them   over   the   holidays   .   ”   the   thestral’s   are   her   favourite   of   all   the   creatures   she’s   encountered   so   far   ,   especially   since   not   many   of   the   other   students   can   see   them   .

XENOPHILUS   RELISHED   IN   HOW   WELL   SHE   STILL   fit   against   him,   as   if   she   hadn't   grown   a   thing   ━   still   his   baby   Luna,   with   big   eyes   and   tiny   chubby   hands   clinging   to   his   hair   as   he   told   her   about   all   the   wonderful   creatures   this   world,   and   all   of   the   others,   possessed.   He   held   her   close,   with   a   gentleness   Pandora   had   always   teased   him   for,   her   voice   echoing   in   his   ear   ━   you   won't   break   us,   you   silly   man   ━   still   he   could   never   hold   them   if   not   with   the   utmost   care,   as   if   they   were   precious   gems,   or   something   as   frail   as   a   cloud.   ❛   Ah,   yes.   ❜   he   exclaimed,   eyes   cast   down   to   stare   at   her,   a   smile   on   his   dreamy   face.   ❛   I   do   remember   there   seemed   to   be   quite   a   few   thestrals   when   I   frequented   Hogwarts.   I   suppose   there   are   even   more   now,   yes?   ❜