[ ˡᵃᵗ ] TO OVERTHROW

me: *percival graves voice* who tf does this protect

there is surprise    (   something he feels rarely  )     when familiar energy fills enchanted room    ------     such  PRECIOUS  power ,    he can feel it .    and there ,   there it is !    obsidian cloud of smoke floating with such graceful movement through the air in the opposite corner of his cell .    lips part ,    and once again he ' s   MESMERISED ,   even when his voice is calm ,   controlled ,   fatherly almost .                ‘        oh . . .    my dear boy    ------------     you grace me with your presence ?        ‘                ///    @ashamedheritage

a lazy hum to answer  ;    a charming ,    almost gentle smile ,    lips pursed as he  DEIGNS  to crouch down to come to the victim ‘ s  level .             '        miss goldstein ,        '             he continues then ,    alabaster brows furrowed with feigned thoughtfulness as eyes linger on the cold ground .     heavens ,    the  LITTLE WITCH  regards the man as if he himself were a kind of greater good ,    a hero   --------    is that what he is to them ?      (   foolish auror ,    foolish people .   )             '        always appearing where she shouldn ‘ t . . .        ‘             his question will sound trivial ,    but it is the little  DETAILS  that accomplish grand design ,    that complete perfect deception .             ‘        tell me :   is it  “goldstein”   ------    or “porpentina” already ?        ‘

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FOOLISH  WITCH   /   despite being from his rows ,    allowing herself to be trapped within unfortunate predicament  ;     cornered  while aurors are soon to approach ,   so close that their energy can be  FELT  from where he stands     (   they ‘ ve come with him .  rather: the face he wears .   )      exaggerated pity  ‘ pon stolen features ,   its faux nature not hidden ,   but bare to her .    yet  there is  A BOND AMONG WOLVES  ;    she one of his ,    despite it all .   so wand of justice is lowered ,   the hum that falls from lips reveals the devil ,   too out of character for austere ,   disciplined old auror .            ‘        careless ,   child .     truly .        ‘                ///     @starksprincess

quiet hums    (   PACIFIED  DEVIL   )      that go with gentle touches as heavy head leans lazily against the oaken trunk .     while drawn - out  PHILOSOPHICAL  discussions ,   plans of a better world ,     fulfill young minds  ,    it ‘ s  the simple moments of quiescence after    -----   or whenever possible   -----    that make him forget the burden ,    the doubt ,   that comes with too many raging thoughts .    the other ‘ s  touch is a comforting  WARMTH  even on hot afternoons ,   and he is glad ,    so glad ,    this boy had been introduced to him what feels like eternities ago already .    yet ,    HE THINKS ,    he ‘ d  not trade but one minute of this for a greater good .

‘       merlin ‘ s  beard !     you ‘ re  a bloody  MORALIZER ,   albus !        ‘              comes nearly infantile exclamation as demeanor goes from one extreme to the other ,    white hair falling back with a backward throw of his head .     ---------  an act to draw attention from his defeat or a way to  DEAL  with it ?     a sigh then   and intruding hand comes forth to flick blonde locks .             ‘        you enjoy getting hit by snow balls ,   yes ?    good to know .        ‘

disappointed mom and “wtf is ur new boyfriend”-dad