♛ TEMPEST

Date: April 28th 1979 Time: 2.00 PM Location: Auror Office

Latest developments had forced her into a shock -- or at least she felt like it -- like she couldn’t move, not react to what’s to come. Rodolphus Lestrange, that bloody Pureblood. As a Muggleborn she knew just how little Muggles cared about clean and legit elections. With that in mind, Rodolphus’ win was almost inevitable. Still, she took every job she could get, worked more than usual to do something right in this world. And yet, as she looked towards the wall covered in newspaper articles, she only saw death and lies -- a dark future. Just a quick glance was enough to make her leave, just go out into the open, until she followed a trace -- there must’ve been someone, or something, leaving a trail of blood towards a dark alley, almost like in a horror movie, but far worse. “You might as well just surrender, punk,” she taunted, not realizing they could’ve been hurt for other reasons than fighting. “Come on, show yourself.”

Candle: List at least three of your biggest passions.

“Ok, at least three? That’s all you’re getting, don’t want to reveal myself too much. Ok, so, painting, sex and my friends.”

Mortar and pestle: How do you deal with pressure?

“If it’s personal-- I’m all over the place, not gonna lie. If it includes work, then I’m trying to remain calm, the emphasis is on trying. But usually I’m anxious and can’t deal well with pressure.”

Genie: If you had one wish that would come true and couldn’t be reversed, what would you ask for? 

“Everlasting world peace.”

Banshee: If you knew one of your loved ones/best friends had only one day left to live, how would you spend that last day with them? 

“Someplace new, a familiar place -- or we meet again, for the last time, at the place we’ve met years ago. We’d probably spend the day with either reminiscing and eating ice cream or in each other’s arms.”

Mermaid: How far would you go to keep the one you love? 

“Depends, really. I mean I’d try everything, but I wouldn’t force them to be with me if there’s no future, if t hey simply don’t want to.”

Siren: If you could make anyone do anything, what would you make them do? 

“Isn’t it obvious? He-who-must-not-be-named should be stopped and therefore I’d force him to surrender.”

Zombie: Do you miss anyone right now? 

“My mother. She’s probably busy dealing with my father. But I won’t risk her life. I will remain where I am, right now, fighting for the world I am destined for.”

Witch: If you could change one thing about the world, what would it be?

“No gap between Muggleborns, Halfbloods and Purebloods. We’re all magical and we should embrace and respect our cultural differences. We might learn a great deal more from love than hatred, don’t you agree?”

Date: December 29th Location: The National Gallery, London @ofrosier

Winter accompanied this month’s exhibition, causing more onlookers and invited guests to enter the gallery. The cold breeze really helped in getting everyone excited for color, hot cocoa and portrays of flowers, blooming in front of them and simulating every year’s colorful summer. Most welcomed the escape, found themselves strolling a little slower than usual and enjoying everything a little more intensely. Marlene, however, stood next to her art, the ten pieces of sculptures, portraits and decorations she could present among more well known artists. With a smile on her face, bright and warm enough to grey every flower in this gallery, Marlene watched the few people passing by, in their expensive suits and distinguished with a curious gaze. 

“Magnificent,” a gentleman exclaimed, pointing towards one of her moving sculptures, representing Aphrodite herself, wielding Ares’ weapon as if it’d always belonged to her, not him, as if they got it all wrong and had underestimated her in every way. “Muggles and their twisted mythology.” Marlene immediately tensed her jaw, but smiled after contemplating to just ignore his words. His words weren’t important to her -- art was. And-- her gaze immediately focused on a man standing nearby, whose smile had always fascinated her, more than words could ever describe. Handsome indeed, but also her hidden gem, her muse, who’d always forced her to question her own prejudice. “Evan,” Marlene’s words were filled with joy and she didn’t stop herself from moving forward, embracing him and squeezing tightly. “I didn’t know you’d visit me -- Merlin’s sake, I’m so glad. I’ve missed you.”