❝ ; i see all.

                  the statue was ugly.  when monty had been using it to keep himself upright, he’d screwed up his face as he gave it a good look.  good god.  some of the artwork that britin st.james had in his home – along with his abstract pieces – looked like they belonged in a horror show or a travelling carnival.  this was no different.  it curved in three different directions with a flat piece on top.  the sides were carved intricately and the whole thing looked to be made of marble or maybe porcelain.  it was only when it hit the ground and shattered into approximately a million pieces that he determined the material;  part glass, part porcelain.  one of the aforementioned shards of glass had scratched against his dragonhide boots, leaving a jagged line against the ankle.  that was what he noticed first;  not the stunned looks of the people around him, the whispered commentary by ghost and zeke not too far away, or the irritated look shot his way by a stout house elf across the hallway.  no, his focus was on his boots.  they were new.  

   “ well bollocks. “  he remarked dryly, stepping past a chunk of porcelain that rested by his feet.  “ did you know that it moved ?  merlin’s beard, it just toppled itself over. “  he waved his wand, casting reparo onto the lot of the pieces.  unfortunately for monty, it wasn’t a magical object.  maybe it was that it as muggle in nature, or that it was older than merlin knew what, but when the pieces reassembled … well, it didn’t look quite right.  in fact, it looked TERRIBLE.  all the pieces were reassembled but they were certainly not in the wrong place.  with a cringe, monty couldn’t help but think it had looked better when it was shattered into pieces on the floor.  bollocks, indeed.  “ well.”  he mused.  “ i doubt i’ll be invited back. “ 

「 ✨  monty has mentioned a magical object x4  」 「 ✨  monty has used a wizarding idiom x2  」 「 ✨ monty has cast a spell  」

𝓛ezekiel watched somewhat detachedly as what looked like some privately hired security started to approached Monty. He hit Ghost on the shoulder with the back of his hand.

“Come on,” he said with a roll of his eyes.

Covertly, he made his way over to the blond before they got there. He grabbed Monty’s hand and Ghost’s and walked around the corner. The group of wizards followed, only to find an empty space.

“You know,” Lezekiel began within what looked to be a private office. “I don’t think I would allow my apparition wards to be taken down during a party. What do you think?” He paused beside a large portrait of Britin St. James smug mug. “Think he’ll learn after tonight?”

The wizard waved his wand over a clear bottle of unnamed dark liquor, and after deducing it wasn’t poison, poured himself a glass. Ghost followed suit, then sat down on one of the plush leather arm chairs.

Lezekiel patted Monty on the shoulder. “---You’re an idiot.”

           “ you call it a pity party, i see it as a celebration of my life. “  he replied with a shrug.  he didn’t need to know if people worshipped him; the throngs of gaggling school girls that had flocked to him like nifflers to galleons in london the week before had reinforced that.  that being said, it never HURT to be reminded.  it was certainly less tedious — and pathetic — than buying a pensieve and reviewing his memories to relive his glory days.   “ or an excuse to drink champagne and listen to people discuss my favorite topic — me. “ 

「 ✨  britin has mentioned a canon object x3 」

𝓗e rolled his eyes, shrugged his shoulders, whatever; he was over the conversation. Lezekiel stared at Britin and with the opposite of pleasure. The wizard’s eyes narrowed. “Are you getting off on this conversation?” He could use legilimency on the other wizard, but he wasn’t sure Britin St. James mind was one he ever wanted to dive into. He was the famous saying, the fire’s lit, but the cauldron’s empty reincarnated. He might lose brain cells just from looking inside. 

at the sound of distate from her companion, delaney closes her eyes shut… just in case. of what, you may ask ? she didn’t even know ! but she wasn’t panicking, she was just… worried, perhaps ? disappointed on failing when choosing a location for them to meet ? ugh. delaney eventually flutters her eyes open to look back at lezekiel, sparkling hue eyes floating from tanned features to the potion vial he was holding. of course. she had to stop herself from snickering by biting down her lip. of course.  although with no intentions to let it be heard, she swallows the snicker when a kid, and a muggle one, started to talk to zeke, making her blood go cold. and when zeke started to respond to the kid ? colder. cold. cold. she wanted the ground to swallow them up and spit them both in golden pine or somewhere else. at least away from the kid who was currently staring up at the male as if he just grew another head ! the blonde was about to say something when the kid finally left. a little bit too quickly, she noted as she turned her body to the direction he went off, but she couldn’t blame him ! “ ah, merlin, ” the blonde sighs, pouting just the slightest while turning back to him. “ well… yeah ! i wasn’t expecting that… at least not that soon ! ” she smiles lazily at the end, moving both of her hands to the strap of her pale pink bag. again, she sighs. “ should we go ? ” 「 ✨ delaney has mentioned a canon object. x2 」 「 ✨ delaney has mentioned a magical subject. 」 「 ✨ delaney has mentioned a wizarding idiom. 」 

“𝓘f you want to,” Lezekiel said with a shrug. He glanced back at the offending painting before walking away. Some of the art wasn’t atrocious. Back when Hogwarts visited Italy, they had perused a similar museum and he had seen as much then too. He may have been biased though. If his memory truly served him correct, some of the art had been of the Greek. 

Walking outside of the museum, Lezekiel looked like the everyday young entrepreneur in London. Maybe he was studying Law with his smart suit, but he could have just as easily been a model. In the modern world, he could have been doing all three to pay the bills. He looked a little annoyed. Was everyone in the Muggle World this busy? It was like a giant army of ants. Where were they all in such a hurry to get to? 

“Could we go somewhere less...” Infested? “Busy?” He was starting to get hungry, and it was with slight distaste that he realized he had actually learned something from the mandatory Muggle Studies classes at Hogwarts. He reached into his pocket, eyeing the money he had gotten from Gringotts. He would have to dispose of all of it before he went home. “Let’s go somewhere expensive.”

「 tagging @lezekiiel for a semi plotted chapter starter」

        from the day esther sayre said i do and took the marriage vow, she’d known how her marriage would end. everyone knew the repercussions of breaking the vow - it was why her parents had insisted they do it. anyone who severed their marriage bond would feel unimaginable pain, as if their heart was shattering into thousands of tiny pieces.  the shards would prick your heart, leaving you a shallow husk of a person.  or at least, that was how mathilda sayre had described it.  her warnings had been enough of a warning to remain with edward for years, slowly losing the best parts of herself to a man who didn’t deserve them.  when she’d stood at the ministry, shaking like a leaf, she’d convinced herself that she was ready for the pain.  she was ready for it to be over.  edward, unsurprisingly, simply looked like he was being put out.  he’d asked at least thrice in five minutes how long things would take.

      she shuddered.  as a young girl, she’d thought edward’s impatience was a testament to how IMPORTANT he was - he didn’t have time to wait for such trivial things.  now, growing into the woman she was always supposed to be, she saw him for the arsehole that he was.  severing their link would be a relief, no matter how much pain it might cause her.  they’d both signed the documents and with a wave of a wand ?  it was over.  she blinked, staring at the ministry official with concerned eyes.  was that it ?  it was like a pinprick.  edward, to her dismay, didn’t seem all that concerned at all.  had he always known … ?   she was angry.  both with him, and with herself.  she’d stayed married to him 12 months longer than she’d needed to be, all because she’d believed that unimaginable levels of pain were headed her way.  all that worrying, for nothing.   but at last, it was over.  she was free.  

       esther’s newfound freedom found her at lezekiel theosidis’ door.  one could argue that it was a similar set of mistakes, taking up with her younger brother’s best friend, but those thoughts always flew away like a chaser pursuing the quaffle when lezekiel’s lips twitched upwards into his trademark smirk.  free sophisticated woman that she was, she still had her weaknesses.  it was the only logical reason why she was sitting cross legged on the roof of theosidis manor, her grimoire in her lap as she paged through it.  “ i know there’s something about shooting stars in here somewhere … “ she murmured, brow knit in concentration.  “ now i’ve never tried it m’self, but great granny o’shea swore by it.  mum always said me grandfather was a miracle.  great gran was having trouble getting plugged so she wished on a star, prayed to the gods to bless ‘em.  nine months later,  there’s granddad. “  she shrugged.  “ it’s all a bit rumbly. what d’ya think ?  “

「 ✨  esther has mentioned a canon object x8. 」 「 ✨  esther has mentioned a magical subject x2. 」

𝓛ezekiel’s grimoire was abandoned beside him, his head in the clouds. His hands propped up his weight as he stared into the skies inquisitively. 

As a Seer, he had some insight about how messy it was to dive into the past, present, or future. It was a power that no one he knew was able to resist. He was probably going to wish for something petty though. Something that would have no monumental effect on his life. But even wishing for perfectly styled hair without ever lifting a finger could be detrimental...

So that’s why he was just sitting there staring: not in wonderment at the stars but in wonderment at the conundrum before him.  

“If he was really brought into her life by the stars, there’s no telling what her life could’ve been otherwise--- what his life was on the track to being. Neither of them would have been in love with anyone for it to work, but still, if you believe in soulmates... it’s possible she tore the both of them away from their true loves. Not to mention the domino effect it may have had on her children.” His lips quirked. “You didn’t say she wished for the stars to bring her her soulmate, did you?”

 He glanced at her, his grecian european features moon soaked. “I think... make sure you wish for what you want exactly.”

as much fun as unemployment has been, still is. nadia knew it was probably time to be a little more frugal with her galleons– when she knew there would be a point; of her blowing through everything she had and the main purchase of what she had been her flat. which admittedly had cost her the most amount of everything she had. and she would never ask either parent to help, not that to be fair she ever seen them long enough to ask anything. her mum was always busy working for the ministry it seemed, and her dad? oh merlin that was an entirely different discussion and how absent he could be on her. after all, they only seemed to talk to her when it benefited them in some way, as unfortunate as it was– after eighteen years of her life, she was used to it. used to them being absent on her. nowhere to be find even when she wanted them to be there.

the worst of it? the brunette hadn’t even decided on if she wanted to play professionally. a big part of her did, because it was what she knew and what she was good at. she was a wicked beater, and a naturally skilled one. teams had expressed interest in her, and she had gone to visit the few quidditch teams she had interest in herself. but it hadn’t panned out as of so far, so she was back to square one. it was all but a waiting game, more or less and merlin was it a slow one.

there’s a huff at the thought. a clear sign that it was even a frustrating one to think about. even if it was directed at no one in particular. “another, thanks.” came her words, as she on that note finishes what very little was left in her glass. “did you want another as well? if so, it’s on me.” she offers towards her company, in one of her why not moods. dare one say ( who knew her, that was ) say it was actually friendly and not her usual faux friendly.

「 ✨ nadia has mentioned a canon object x7. 」  「 ✨ nadia has used a wizarding idiom x2 」 

𝓛ezekiel stroked his chin. 

“I don’t know, I have a bunch of work to get done at the store.” 

Lie. 

That was why he had hired employees to take care of it for him, so he could spend more time in Greece. But he just liked the way it felt when the words left his lips.

Zeke’s lack of statement at her presence in his flat as he came upstairs was actually kind of surprising to Arin.  But then again, she supposed he may have seen it, the seer he was, and also, she had become that friend that showed up unannounced on a fairly regular basis, and often in a loud way, kind of like an in person Howler.   As that thought passed through her head she grimaced for a moment, not really wanting to think that she was that loud.  As he stated that he could eat a hippogriff, she felt herself growing confused, especially as it seemed like he was waiting for something.  About to respond to him with a question, his house elf appeared.  Naturally, he would have a house elf, she thought.  

When the house elf turned to her to ask what she would be having, clearly excited at the prospect of having a guest in the flat at all, she smiled.  “I am well aware of the fact that your master is very private.  Nothing to worry about, you didn’t share anything I didn’t already know.”  While she wasn’t privy to exactly what had happened to his best friend, she wasn’t about to ask.  She thought he may have been at the cauldron shop when the attack occurred, but she couldn’t be certain.  She wasn’t entirely sure who all was there, even if they interacted with her.  Her memory was a bit fuzzy on the details. “And if whatever he is having isn’t too involved, I’ll also have some of that.  If it is overly complicated, I’m a big fan of breakfast all the time.  Thanks.”  She knew there were some wizards who would roll their eyes or scoff at her thanking a house elf, but seeing as how she never had one growing up, she had always just had the habit of thanking whomever if was that was offering to prepare and bring her food. 

Following Zeke to what she remembered to be his bedroom, she leaned against the door frame, watching him with his cat.  She remembered how protective he was of that cat, it was actually one of the first real times the two of them spoke to each other at Hogwarts.  “I hope you know I’m going to continue to invite myself over at times.  Also, I don’t have a floo connection, that’s why I’m still here.  I felt the need to let you know that.”  She smirked at the man in front of her, “also, my mother adores you, she asked after you in her last letter.”

{Arin mentioned a canon object x7}

「 @lezekiiel liked for a starter. 」

          usually, desmond sayre wasn’t the sort of person who enjoyed society parties.  he’d attend ministry functions with his wife due to the familial obligation, as one did when your mother in law was the minister for magic, or dinners with close friends but get together’s for no purpose aside from getting piss drunk and admiring a wix’s new chandelier, or antique vase, was hardly at the top of his to-do list.  yet when the invitation to britin st. james’ annual get together had come through the owl post, he’d RSVP’d without hesitation.  britin, though annoying, was famous for throwing parties that put even the fanciest of gala’s to shame.  mostly because drinks constantly flowed, the food was edible ( none of the bland crudités he was usually spotted casually spitting into his napkin only to be vanished away by his wand when no one was looking )  and whatever wrock band was most popular at the time usually played a handful of songs by the time everyone was good and sloshed.  all in all, it was the kind of society party he could tolerate.  

       hence why he was smiling, several champagne flutes into the evening, talking with best mate and former partner in crime lezekiel theosidis.  the small group around them had thinned out over the evening, leaving behind a few nameless slytherins he remembered from their year and ghost ogden, the third member of their illustrious trio.  “ a right sight he was, that one. “  monty replied with a snort.  he’d just gotten through telling the story of one of his teammates who’d been so distracted by a pretty girl in the stands during practice that he’d flown straight into one of the goal posts.  “ the team’s healer had to heal his nose three times.  he wouldn’t stop moving his head.  bloody plonker. “  he snorted.  as he finished his champagne, the flute refilled itself.  it was both a blessing and a curse;  he’d never want for a drink.  but he’d also lost track of just how many he’d had by that time in the evening.  

        as the evening wore on, so did their inebriation.  while neither of them were quite as pissed as the evening they’d sunken the gondola while on the student travel trip,  monty’s inhibitions were significantly lowered.  he was laughing at something lezekiel said as his elbow rested on what he’d assumed was just a pillar in the sitting room.  little did he know,  the statue he was leaning on was a priceless family heirloom passed down through britin st. james’ mother’s family line.  perhaps if he’d known,  he wouldn’t have been using it as a makeshift table for the greater part of an hour.  but unlike his best mate,  monty did not possess the inner eye.  alas, he had no idea of the trouble that awaited him.  

「 ✨  monty has mentioned a canon object x12 」 「 ✨  monty has mentioned a magical subject 」

𝓣he key to having a ball, at well, a ball, was finding the right balance between being the life of it and skulking the shadows of the perimeters like death itself.

Back at Hogwarts, prior to when Monty had gone and gotten himself held back and everything had changed, it was easy for the blond to go and follow his lead. But now, it was like the pod the two peas had been connected in, was ripped at the seams in every conceivable way. His strange eyes observed his friend commanding the attention of the wix surrounding them. Eventually, he grew bored, dropping his unfinished scotch on a passing platter as he looked for more interesting entertainment. At least he could always count on Ghost skulking behind him, whenever he managed to be present.

“So, the word around the party is that you’re a seer.” 

“Oh? Is that the word,” Lezekiel said monotonously.

“What? Not in the mood for a few tricks?”

His strange eyes flickered upward, boring into the stranger. For all of his theatricality and moral ambiguity, Lezekiel always took his gift seriously. Even when others failed to, due to the ambitions of charlatans who proclaimed to have the same skills as he did. 

“You want me to conjure a prediction? Pull a dragon from a hat? Better yet,” He moved into the wizard’s space, his hand settling underneath his. Lezekiel’s lashes fluttered as he looked down at their exposed palm. He smirked. “You know, a hand reader is never supposed to hint at death. It can be traumatic for the listener, the effects of which can be everlasting...”

“You have quite a few danger points there. Unless you feel like cashing in on them tonight, I suggest you crawl back into whatever grave you just moseyed out of.” He paused, his eyes flickering back and forth as he gazed at the party taking place, seeing something that wasn’t happening right in front of them. “Was it your mother’s? She liked gardenias, didn’t she. Must be why you line her headstone with them. Every fortnight.”

The stranger broke away from Lezekiel with a gasp, looking winded as he stumbled away with the grecian titled seer. Bloody halfbloods and their bloody company. His smile began to fade, but it resumed with a vengeance when he heard slow claps. 

“Now I remember why I put up with you--”

“You? Put up with me? I distinctly remember it being the other way...” Lezekiel trailed off, looking halfway between wanting to laugh and being frozen to the spot. The two wizards tilted their head in the identical direction at the same time. 

“Are you seeing what I’m seeing?” The Ogden Heir asked, scrubbing a hand over the deep brown skin of his clean shaven chin. Lezekiel lazily fixed his gold rimmed cuffs, then stuck his hands in his pocket as waited for the cymbals to crash, the strings to scream, and the conductor to motion it was time for the real party to begin. The statute was going to tip over any second. He supposed most people around here, stupid with drink, wouldn’t be able to think fast enough to pull out their wand to stop it. Even Ghost’s eyes were glazed over as he watched the descent. 

Lezekiel, like he had earlier in the evening, just looked bored. 

(( And otherwise uncaring for his company. ))

apparently, a smiling, and very enthusiastic young woman— and a witch, too ! but that should not be mentioned when standing in a muggle museum around many other muggles— didn’t even notice what they were staring at until she noticed the change on lezekiel’s spirit. delaney didn’t reply. instead, she stared at the art before them, too, and it was until a shade of pink slowly started to charm upon her cheeks when she realized what he has been looking at while she ? oh, delaney, was obviously stuck in her own little bubble, taking that moment to thank merlin and his pants and his socks for allowing her to finally go there with zeke after spending almost a whole month begging him to go with her via owl ! now… she was kinda regretting it. “ uh, ” the blonde mumbled, tucking a silly strand behind her ear. “ i…” 「 ✨ delaney has mentioned a canon magical object. 4x 」 「 ✨ delaney has mentioned a magical subject. 」 「 ✨ delaney has mentioned a wizarding idiom. 」

    lezekiel made a sound of distaste. his shoulders slumped as he pulled out a vial of freshly brewed hand sanitizing potion. he’d whipped it up first thing that very morning. you could never be too careful when you were surrounded by lesser beings. sometimes, he forgot that delaney was related to them. it was probably because out of all of the halfbloods he knew, he held her at a higher regard. she was unique, he was unique; it was only natural that the unique minded had congregated in the dull corridors of hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. but now... he legitimately couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen her before now. he’d written her as much when her owl had startled him weeks ago.

    a muggle child walked up to lezekiel. “ooh, what’s that?” in the wizarding world, lezekiel actually did quite well with kids. but the little alien oaf was tugging on his finery, and he could feel his lips curling over his teeth. “it’s a cure for the free world.”

“..really?”

“no. n. g. y. h. o. o. m.” there was confused silence. “...now get,” lezekiel straightened out his suit, “your hands off of me.” he moodily swept his tanned hand through the dark brown strands falling in his eyes. “somehow,” lezekiel began in a light tone of voice that predicted a facetious attitude, “i don’t think that was what you had in mind when you said let’s do something recreational...” still, the grecian titled wizard smiled innocently as he put his hands behind his back. 

          lezekiel stared at the muggle painting, golden framed and joined by many others in the london museum. one who knew the grecian titled wizard may have assumed his confusion was due to him wondering how he’d found himself in this environment. but at this particular moment, it was because --- “what are they doing?” lezekiel’s features were screwed up, posture wand straight and arrogant as hades residence itself. his hazel eyes, composed of the colors of the sky, the grass, and gold, and surrounded by a canvas of tanned skin due to his recent travels through wizarding greece, bore through the abstract art depicting what he assumed to be the muggles surrounding them in some weird act. “it’s ghastly.”

Smiling at his dismissal to his flat upstairs, Arin couldn’t help but laugh at the name (nickname?) he’d chosen to make up on the spot due to her pointing out his slip at calling her by her first name.  She immediately wanted to point out his neologism, but knowing him, it may actually be a legitimate word.  

As she made her way upstairs, she realized that she had nowhere that she could floo to that wasn’t a public place.  Her flat was in muggle London, not hooked into the network.  She pondered going back to tell him before shaking her head and moving up the stairs. Deciding that her time was better spent just waiting for him in his flat, she spent time just sitting in his kitchen before realizing that she was alone in lezekiel theosidis’ flat.  He was bound to have something to drink.  

Her search was short before finding something and pouring a glass for herself.  Laughing to herself and shaking her head, she felt bad for a moment for basically stealing from him, but that was short-lived.  He should’ve figured or even seen that she’d end up staying.  Shoving her towards the stairs was really just an invitation to.  Finding a newspaper he had tossed aside, she found herself actually reading it at the table, drink by her side. 

     when you owned your own store, with limited staff due to abhorring most human beings, you were free to open and close it as you pleased. especially when it was situated in golden pine, and too expensive for most mere mortals. with a wave of his wand, he flipped the sign at the front so the word, closed, in sparkling cursive, faced the glass. it couldn’t have been more than an hour since arin’s interruption, and he’d just finished with the customers he’d nearly lost because of it. it was a good thing he was already ridiculously wealthy, lest he be forced to live like some common goblin because glaregargoaron had foiled his plans to earn his salary.

despite his thoughts laced with both sarcasm and jest, he didn’t look displeased to see the witch making herself at home. or surprised. “i could eat a hippogriff,” he said. silence followed his statement. lezekiel rolled his enchanting eyes when his house elf, a birthright from his family, didn’t immediately appear. he clapped his hands twice rhythmically. “master!” the wrinkly being poofed into the room in a cloud of glitter, in a makeshift toga. petra curtsied. “sorry for the delay! i was feeding anastasia, you see.” lezekiel smiled at the mention of his cat. “ah, well. m. t.” he flashed his pearly whites. “i’ll have my usual.” the greek titled wizard moseyed towards his bedroom to check on the disabled feline. 

  “what’ll the guests be having?” petra asked arin excitedly. “excuse my enthusiasm, miss. i never see anyone’s anymore when we’re here, you see. unless we’re traveling or visiting the manor... lezekiel’s friend, master ghost lives up to his name, and his other friend, mister desmond.... perhaps i should not be saying. master is very private.” the house elf looked very interested in the leg of the chair, like she was considering head butting herself. of course, petra couldn’t have known that when lezekiel was feeling particularly lonely, and he didn’t come home some nights, he was shacking up with the latter’s old sister. like she said. her master was very private.

           unsurprisingly, one look from lezekiel’s hazel hued eyes had her knees wobbling like jelly and her cheeks flushing. it didn’t matter that he was younger than she, or the best mate of her youngest brother desmond. whenever esther sayre was in the presence of lezekiel theosidis, she transformed from the strong, independent, woman that she was, to a giggling schoolgirl speaking to the cutest boy in class. she HATED that about herself … but seemed powerless to do anything about it.  whenever she thought about brushing him off,  or simply walking the other way to avoid him, she wondered if he saw straight through her and knew exactly what she was thinking about.  that was the thing when dealing with someone with the gift of the inner eye .. you never knew just how much they knew !! 

       today, however, she was more composed than usual.  maybe it was because she saw something in lezekiel’s visage that she felt in her soul;  someone they both cared about was injured.  badly injured.  if that wasn’t enough to rid the flush from her cheeks and ground her,  she wasn’t sure that anything would.  “ i’m fin – oh i should have seen that coming. “  she realized a beat too late what he was about to say,  her eyes rolling despite the smirk teasing her features.  what a scoundrel.  despite his words,  esther knew that lezekiel – in his own way – was showing that he cared.  it was … kind of sweet ?  no, that wasn’t the word.  sweet wasn’t how you would describe the man before her.  sultry, maybe.   she colored at the thought,  glad he was a seer not a legilmens.  “ i’m sleeping just fine. “  she replied smartly,  eyes cast around to ensure that no wandering ears were listening to their conversation.  “  but if you’re dead set on wearing me out … “  she straightened up.  “ visiting hours end in an hour .. and i’m off in two.  “ 

  “oh, come off it.” lezekiel laughed under his breath, his eyes trained on esther’s puddlemere united blue eyes as they flew around like a tampered-with bludger. arin mendoza would probably have something to say about the idea of him not being a legilimens, but alas, that was a conversation for another time. hopefully, never. at the time, he’d only divulged that information to get under the gryffindor’s skin more. if he told esther, he’d be, like... confiding in her. and that was an intimacy he’d not foreseen as a possibility in his future, well. ever. that was the thing about being a seer. every time any sort of genuine interest bloomed inside you for another individual, nine times out of ten, it was accompanied by a vision of its dastardly end. it was even worse when there was no vision at all. he was like a greedy book reader, always skipping ahead a few chapters when a plot threatened their favorite character, desperate to know what would happen before they were supposed to. 

lezekiel theósidis didn’t gamble. unless he knew the fate already: and you didn’t.

“as dead as hades minions,” lezekiel said cheerily. he pulled his wand from his sleeve, and with a flourish of his free hand, conjured a bouquet of purple calla lilies. because of his mother, he knew a lot about what different flowers meant. these symbolized magnificence and beauty, and with the purple color, royalty and passion. just in case she thought he was losing it, merlin forbid, he tapped her on the nose with one of them. he leaned it, the green, gold, and blue swirling in his eye to form a hypnosis of sorts. lezekiel smirked, and opened his mouth to say--- the door to monty’s st. mungos hospital room creaked open. he adjusted his gift basket and stuck his wand back up his sleeve a fluid motion. “mate,” lezekiel said, just as the blond’s wife stepped out a view, putting him in full focus. “you’re looking radishing today.”

Remus immediately began to feel uneasy upon hearing the Wizard’s response. It was… strange. It made him feel as though the man before him could sense something, see something that others couldn’t. He had experienced the feeling before, many times. When talking to Dumbledore, he was always convinced the Headmaster was looking right past his body and into his soul. When he had started lying to the Marauder’s during his first year at Hogwarts, there was a way Sirius used to watch him. Curious and calm. Like he knew. He just knew. He shifted uncomfortably, reminding himself that he was twenty-nine. Nobody should be able to make him feel this small, not anymore. And then he got to his feet, trying and failing to look unaffected. “Excuse me?” He asked, his voice soft, unsure. “I- I’m not sure I know what you mean.” 

     lezekiel stared at the wizard. he looked at him up and down, from the sidewalk up, then skywards down. the grecian titled one was good at reading people, but then, he’d made a career from his born talent, hadn’t he? technically, it had nothing to do with being a seer. it just had to do with taking the time to note every detail, never missing a thing. finally, he said, “it’s the way you carry yourself, mate.” as if that answered everything! which, in his mind, it did. “you ought to know how you do. can’t imagine you don’t.” he stuck his nose up slightly. 

     she was thrown off by his abrupt nature only to stop short to briefly admire the young man’s features. if anything, she was assuming he was a model or something. theia glanced down at her heels. she would readily admit that wearing them during session would not be the best of choices, but she just got them and was trying to break them in before wearing them out casually. “ isn’t that the point ? ” the minister of state shrugged. not in the least bit bothered by his tone. “ we can only help the ones that wish to be helped. ” it was her philosophy. her majesty’s government can only do so much to help the people, but it was up to the rest of the people to accept the help that was asked of them.

    “i don’t see how anyone can ask for help if they’re groaning in agony from a broken foot. but alas, that’s just me.” as far as he knew, the muggles didn’t have healing magic to mend bones, so he could only assume that it would be ten times the hassle. not that he cared about the creatures. this one seemed particularly interesting though. he was admiring her a little like one would admire a fish in a bowl; a specimen, really. which was better than blatant disgust, at least. progress was progress, even if the near twenty year old didn’t see it as much.

   a love letter to greece.

 pristine turquoise waters that wash away the footsteps from the soft white sand, cleaning away your sins from the night before, making you whole once again. free to repeat the same mistakes amongst the ancient buildings and domes, or to pray to the gods to guide you to make the right ones. that’s how the story begins every morning. whether you’re in wizarding mykonos, having awoken from a night of magic making or trouble making, which is really the same thing in the party capital. or, if you’re lounging the days away in wizarding santorini, and the enchanted peace pools by your bed meant to heighten your relaxation are undisturbed, except for the light sea breeze brushing along the surface, like a mother caressing her child’s cheek in the summer month’s to let them know gently they’ve slept in far too late. even when you’re born with citizenship, born with the name of a family that is thought to be descended from the greek gods themselves, and as you grow the places of local haunts are whispered into your ears, there’s still much more for you to discover. greece is like a never ending treasure box. there’s always something more to uncover. i think, even if i were a clueless muggle, i’d still find it magical. there’s magic in the sky when it turns from blue to orange to black as coal. you haven’t lived till you’ve taken a broom on a ride in the light of day, the sun making your the disillusionment charm glimmer.  there’s magic in the birds and the trees and the waves and the food you can’t find anywhere else in the world. there’s magic in the way people move here, in their eyes. there’s a certain freedom in them you don’t just see everyday. you can be at the finest dining establishment, and out of nowhere, everyone is dancing on the tables, the latest in wizarding wrock blasting. even your grandma will stand up and shimmy like just yesterday she was your age, and she still is in her heart. sometimes i wonder what my life would’ve been like if my ancestors hadn’t moved to england. sometimes i think about moving back. permanently.

       i’ve decided to hire help at tellers and co. it’s nice that i’ve acquired a reasonable wealth on my own, even if its, at the core, unnecessary. but i’m going to put off my plans for world domination in the form of divination stores across the wizarding globe off for now. i’d like to spend more time in greece. maybe research how the oracles did things, sans the animal entrails. i might visit where my mother grew up in brazil for a short jaunt as well. the point is, i’m about to turn twenty, and i’ve spent the last years of my teenagehood working on building an empire i didn’t even need. on that amazingly bright note, i take my leave. 

p.s.- i’ve decided to try out a new hex on the journal for unwanted readers. i don’t know about you, but flames of fury just has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?