tiny dancer

For one small, tiny, seemingly insignificant moment, you are you again.

But it can’t be insignificant – it’s all you have.

You wake up in a strange room, in a strange bed. You sit up quickly and look at your hands for a moment, before lying back once more. I am Alice, you conclude, satisfied. You aren’t sure how you know that, but you know it’s true.

Taking a deep breath, you look around and notice hundreds of bubble-gum wrappers littering the floor around your bed, covering the nightstand and the dresser. You look further to see a man asleep on the bed next to yours. Curiosity overcomes you, and you sit up once more.

Slowly, slowly, you turn and put your feet on the floor. You’re unsure of your own strength; have you walked before? You don’t quite remember, not exactly.

You take a minute to examine the cold, revealing gown you’re dressed in. The print that covers it is entirely too cheery, and you wish that something, anything, could express the way you feel.

Confused.

There’s a conveniently placed chair next to the man’s bed, and you sink down into it, grateful for the resting spot. You’re weaker than you had hoped, and yet still more capable than you had expected.

The man is sleeping, his eyes closed gently. There are angry scars running across his arms, obviously old. Without thinking, you reach out to touch them, as if by doing so you could learn their story and hear their secrets.

As soon as you touch the man’s hand, it all comes rushing back in one long, drawn-out thought – I am Alice, this is Frank – Neville – Hogwarts, my home – magic – the Order, a war – missions – my family –

And then, you truly remember.

You remember the pain.

It is then you remember why you forgot in the first place.

I’ve left my family I’ve left my baby I’ve left everything I’ve got nothing –

You take a deep breath and pull your hand away from the man’s. There has to be something you can do, someone who can help you.

You take a few steps and then are forced to fall back into your own bed, exhausted, stunned. You remember what happened, where the pain came from – and yet you can’t remember yesterday, or even this morning.

Where have I gone?

You sit back in the pillows, considering. And just as quickly as it came, your memory is gone once more.

A woman enters the room, and you stare at her, smiling unconsciously. “Your son is here to see you, Mrs. Longbottom.”

You don’t move until a young man comes in. He’s handsome, his brown hair slightly untidy but his eyes kind. He takes your hand.

"Hi mum," he says softly. "I brought this for you." He holds out a small piece of candy to you.

You smile and take it from him, unwrapping the bubblegum and adding the wrapper absentmindedly to the pile on the nightstand.

You turn to look out the window, and the boy still holds your hand. You’re struck with a profound sense of loss – like you’re missing something, like you’ve forgotten.

You wish you could know who you are, who the man in the next bed is, who this kind boy is, where you are – anything, something.

You’re not you anymore, and it’s not enough.

{fireflies} a alice prewett playlist [listen]

Não sei não, viu? Até onde eu sei sobre videntes, a ravina vem de uma família importante nesse meio. Mas, como disse, okay… Problemática um: Remus está… Bom, sabemos bem. Problemática número dois: não. Só… Por favor, não. 

Ainda não quer dizer que a visão seja legítima. Não faz sentido nenhum! Imagina se a Sybill lê sua mão e te diz que você vai 'amar' a pessoa mais improvável do seu círculo de amizade... você acreditaria? I doubt it. You'd freak out, actually. Até porque a problemática número dois está tão fora de questão pra mim quanto pra você... am I right?

PATRONUS ANALYSIS: 029. THE POLAR BEAR

Those with a polar bear as their patronus are very adaptable individuals, but stubborn. They put up strong emotional barriers and are very oriented on one aspect of their lives, such as a career or volunteer work. This can make them seem cold to others, and they can be blunt in their ways of communication. Despite this, they are very connected to everything, however small that connection may be. The most common house for a polar bear patronus is Gryffindor. The most common signs are Leo or Capricorn.

É sério?! Eu sempre tive uma paixonite nele, se quer saber. Igual aquelas histórias de outras vidas, sabe? Sem falar que aquela prima dele me adora. Vivia me elogiando no quarto e quinto ano, as palavras mais doces possíveis. Um amor, como toda a família! Espero que sejam dele mesmo, Ali! Ele é tão… Ah!

Oh, my Merlin, Lily. I had no idea! Você será muito bem correspondida, imagina quão lindo serão os filhos de vocês dois. Brandon Macnair! Better, better... Morgana Macnair, em homenagem à doçura da prima dele. Acho que fará muito bem a você integrar naquela família, mesmo.