Mars Fairegaze

Our sins are obstinate, our repentance is faint;

We exact a high price for our confessions,

And we gaily return to the miry path,

Believing that base tears wash away all our stains. (Baudelaire)

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ᴍᴀʀꜱ ꜰᴀɪʀᴇɢᴀᴢᴇ ʀᴇᴛɪʀᴇᴅ ʙᴇᴀᴛᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʟᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ ꜰᴀʟᴄᴏɴꜱ, ɴᴏᴡ ᴅᴇꜰᴇɴꜱᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴀʀᴛꜱ ᴘʀᴏꜰᴇꜱꜱᴏʀ ᴀᴛ ʜᴏɢᴡᴀʀᴛꜱ.

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Send “👀” to find my muse wearing nothing but an oversized shirt.

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This wasn’t something Minerva ever did. One of her caliber did NOT get trapped on the castle stairs wearing nothing but a large shirt. It would have been a nightmare if it hadn’t been for the countless portraits gasping in shock to see her standing there, petrified, and holding on to the banister while the staircase shifted.

Once it settled on a landing, it didn’t get any better. She locked eyes with Mars and instantly had a dread fill her stomach while flushing bright pink. To collect what little dignity she had left, Minerva cleared her throat and stood tall while holding the shirt down over her thighs.

But a professor in only a nightshirt? Not something Mars usually expected to see.

“Ah! I see, thanks for the warning. If you want to take my hand and come up to this landing, I think I see a path right back to your quarters.”

“Don’t worry, no one but us will ever know.”

Escorting her back to the floor of the staff quarters, he smiled warmly and gave her a little nod.

“Your hand reminds me of willows bark.” He smiled thinking that his own hands were more likely to be dirty and dry than well worn from work. Keeping one’s hands in soil was great for the skin. Desmin didn’t think as he led then the way but let go of Mars hand. “I’ll led you my traveling cloak and suit jackets to charm. I can charm but after they’re washed it never seems to stick again.” Desmin explained with a frowned then shrugged.

His hand stayed warm where Desmin had touched it, even after he let go. Warm and nice, and Mars felt the feeling spread to his chest.

“Oh, yes! I’ll get them back to you within a day. You’ll be toasty warm, that I can promise.”

The questions came so fast and so random, Mars laughed but tried to keep each one in his mind as they walked. 

“Let’s see... Color, probably emerald green. That’s the Slytherin in me. I also am a huge fan of gold. I’d wear solid gold if I thought I could pull it off. Favorite food, hm. That one’s rough. But I’m really a fan of a margherita pizza. Fresh red sauce, ah. I love it.”

He had to stop and laugh again before the next answer, but wasn’t ashamed to answer.

“No, no I haven’t had a boyfriend show up before. I’ve actually...well, I’ve never had a boyfriend. I didn’t really come out until later in my life. Quidditch was my life, and...well, it was still the time when coming out might hurt my chances of staying on the team. So I didn’t come out until my later years. And...favorite plant. I’m not sure I have one. I enjoy looking at them, but I know so little about them.”

Sure he had answered all the questions, he shot Desmin another smile.

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ᴍᴀʀꜱ ꜰᴀɪʀᴇɢᴀᴢᴇ ʀᴇᴛɪʀᴇᴅ ʙᴇᴀᴛᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀʟᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ ꜰᴀʟᴄᴏɴꜱ, ɴᴏᴡ ᴅᴇꜰᴇɴꜱᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴀʀᴛꜱ ᴘʀᴏꜰᴇꜱꜱᴏʀ ᴀᴛ ʜᴏɢᴡᴀʀᴛꜱ.