bleeding hearts

He remembered the storm of 1970 so vividly. It had been the mother of all storms, so many men had died that night. His ship had weathered the storm bravely, despite how much damage she had taken on. That night, even Alex had felt sickened to his core with how rocky the sea had been that night. And now, right now in the present time, Alex would give anything to go back to that night rather than to remain here. 

‘‘Belinda.’‘ Alex nodded curtly, his hands moving to hook into his belt. His posture stiffened and his jaw tightened ever so slightly. After so many years, finally starting to build up somewhat of a life for himself, she just walks straight back in it, with that goddamn look on her face. ‘‘Good evening.’‘

Quite defensive though it didn’t surprise Belinda one bit. To anyone else, he might appear intimidating, strong in his stance with almost an expressionless look on his face. Though Belinda knew the man better than most. She took another step towards him with an amused smile forming on her lips. Politeness and Alex never went hand-in-hand.

 “You didn’t greet me in the Great Hall,” her voice was casual as her ocean hues found his. It wasn’t that she expected him to. It wasn’t like their relationship ended on amicable terms that gave permission to act anything other way than like this. She couldn’t hold it against him. 

There were moments after their breakup she had wondered what would have happened if she didn’t storm off and drop everything to be at sea with him. It was never a life she had saw for herself and while she never regretted staying and building a career here, there was a part of her heart that ached for not choosing Alex. 

Her gaze dropped for a moment, eyes now wandering from his upper half to his hands, noticing a lack of a ring on a particular finger. “There’s no need to fear me. I’m not here for you.” Her eyes met his once more, her smile gone.  While she couldn’t exactly tell him the whole truth, it was the only amount she could offer him. Belinda was not here to reopen old wounds and she was not here to kill him. Though she was sure the Dark Lord wouldn’t mind the murdering of another muggleborn. 

And then she offered her ex the smallest of smiles. “Stay out of my way and I’ll be out of this castle soon.” 

Fear her? Alex didn't fear Death itself. "There is very little I am afraid of, Belinda." He had conquered the greatest storms and roughest seas. He had cheated death enough times to lose count. "You are not one of those things." Losing her though. That was an entire different matter.

If he wanted to, the Dark Lord could come get Alex himself. An unspoken promise had passed between Alex and Voldemort so many years ago. His death would be at his hands and Alex had made his peace with that. One day he would face the Dark Lord again and die. But until then, Alex wanted nothing to do with the war brewing in the air.

"You're in my castle, Bells. Stay out of my way."

 Mina pulled her long grey wool sweater tight around her as the gaggle of professors decended into the castle dungeons. All received the noncorporeal invitet from the Gryffindor House ghost, Nearly Headless Nick Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington . Durmstrang has a few spirits haunting it’s halls but not at the capasity of Hogwarts.

“We’re gonna see a thousands ghosts tonight,”  Mina said as they all approched the doorway to the party. Macabre music poured over the threshold and the faint smell of decay followed. The Death Day party filled the room and ghost hung around.

"Fantastic." A sweeping gaze through the room. A ghost party didn't exactly include food and drink. "How long do you reckon we're supposed to hang around for?"

‘‘Which is… intriguing.’‘ Evan shrugged his shoulders, leaning his elbow on the table and resting his palm in his hand. ‘‘Who the fuck has heard of a woman her age ot being married yet. That’s got to have some sort of meaning to it. Unless she’d widowed.’‘ He was thinking out loud, interested, but not entirely caring much. If she was one of them, then there was a good enough reason behind it and he didn’t perse need to know. 

‘’Speaking of being married,’’ Evan slid his sight to Rodolphus. ‘’What’s going on between you and Bella then?’’

He gave Evan a slight shrug in response. Honestly he didn’t know much about Professor Deamont but then again he didn’t care to know. He knew where she stood and that was all that mattered. Though the topic of Bellatrix had brought his attention back, looking over at Evan. “Dating. Betrothed. Why do you ask?” 

“A-k-a, little psychopaths.” Marlene waggled her eyebrows teasingly at the girl. Next year, next year, she didn’t want to think about next year. It would be the hardest year of her life. She had some steps set in place, but it was going to put a big strain on her relationship with her family. “Ah, I was thinking of maybe moving out. Getting my own place. Becoming an auror, you know. Chasing and catching bad guys.” Marlene shrugged her shoulders lightly. “Any solid plans for you yet? When you get out of here of course.”

“Then I’m just a little psychopath.” she replied without a second thought, not liking that her sister were being called names or that they were thought of these little dark, evil people. They were her sisters, the people that had her back through it all.

She nodded at Marlene’s tale, it was a good ideal, catching bad guys was always something food. However she wasn’t sure who the bad guys were anymore. “Haven’t you heard? I’m marrying Caspian.” she offered as the only possible path she would be able to take, because it was. If it weren’t him it would be any other pureblood.

‘‘Caspian!’‘ She gasped out in surprise, her entire heart jolting–, he had just appeared out of nowhere. Or was it really her guilty conscience laying on her for not yet telling her best friend what exactly had transpired between her and William? The blonde ignored her inner thoughts, giving a small shake of her head as if that would simply blow them away and smiled at him. ‘‘What’s going on?’‘ It was only then that she really saw him, the expression on her face wavering and falling into concern. 

“I – Not here.” He decided and began to drag her arm out with him, moving towards the corner of the room. Once he could hear himself think, it all came out in a ramble. Holding things in wasn’t exactly Caspian’s forte. “I’m betrothed. To Andromeda Black. I didn’t even know my parents were looking! Shit, I thought if anything I would have some kind of choice or say. They just sent me a letter as if I’m suppose to be fine by this.” 

Belinda & Alexander ;; 

Iris & Evan ;;