whispering

“it’s just a flesh wound.”

-

“what are you off doing getting flesh wounds in the first place? today, i mean. specifically this one.”

“nooooooo. I’m not home. you’re drunk. go to sleep.”

-

“that’s why you’re supposed to be going home, dork, keep up!” sirius frowned, “we can’t sleep now. it’s hardly three in the morning.”

“Didn’t James tell you? I’m off booze for the next… nine-ish months. For real this time.”

–

“why’re you- wait, what, what the fuck? no, james didn’t fucking- where is he, where is the bastard? i’m going to fucking kil-” the completely-totally-absolutely-surely not drunk sirius stopped himself in his tracks, “lily, dearest lily evans, you’re not fucking with me again? are you really-?”

“I don’t drink anymore, you know that. Wanna try again, puppy?”

-

“fuck. fucked that one right up, didn’t i?”

who: fabian ( @mxseryx)

“can you stop using my bath bombs?”

-

“and what, not smell like fuckin’ roses every day?”

who: maxine ( @mxseryx)

“fair is for losers, i’d rather win.”

-

“a winner who can’t play fair is an idiot, jackson.”

who: ethan ( @mxseryx )

“you never know when shit’s gonna go down.”

-

“i know. what, do you think shit’s going down soon?”

“They’re about. Having fun. Perhaps you should try it. Why so interested? I’m not sharing. You’ll have to learn how to attract people on your own one of these days. I know it’s hard for you, considering you’re… well, you.” 

-

“no fears there, brother, i wouldn’t dare try to share whoever your intrigue of the moment is.” rab raised an eyebrow. “this is nearly an attempt at proper advice! you’re not great at it, i’ll be honest, but it’s not like you’re going about and making an heir anytime soon. plenty of time for growth, i have faith.”

it was a surprise to see a familiar face approaching her. indi tensed up. she glanced around at the other aurors who were currently grabbing and restraining her friends. he didn’t look much different from them. she might have to make that run a lot faster than originally anticipated. her hand twitched towards the holster just beneath the hemline of her dress.

just in case it was necessary.

“cute.” her tone was dry and terse. his name was fabian unless there were two people walking around here with the same face, but apparently anything was possible these days. “how’s it compare to a jail cell, stud?” she asked in a hushed rush. frankly, indi still wasn’t sure if he was the one supposed to help her or if he was here to arrest her. it wasn’t a very comforting confusion. “I thought you worked in an office.”

-

“hey, thanks.” fabian raised his eyebrows, a teasing grin still managing to find its way to his face despite the circumstance. it didn’t take the greatest auror on earth to notice that she was clearly ready to sock him and run at the first wrong move. “dunno what your jail cells look like, so, frankly, don’t wanna make ya a promise i can’t keep, y’know?”

“i do, yeah, got m’self a desk and all. same office that’s ordered me t’arrest ya, full disclosure, but i’m not doin’ that, am i?” he held his hands out, empty. his wand was in its holster; easily accessible, sure, but not an active threat. “actively going against them, mind you. c’mon, we’re going this way, don’t wanna fuckin’-” he nodded towards the madness, “before it calms down too much.” 

where; the festival with; @mxseryx​ || fabian

mona caught indi right after she came off the may court stage and briefly debriefed her on the situation. of course these witches were turning on them. indi had been told to wait by a specific bonfire near the edge of the clearing for one of the ‘order of the phoenix’ to escort her out. what a pretentious name for an organization. she didn’t know how she was supposed to trust these people anyway, but if mona said to, she’d try. her breathing was labored and there was a sharp stinging beginning to cause pain in her arms and chest. indi buried it down and maintained a guarded expression as she watched any and everyone who approached her now. one more minute or she would run on her own.

--

fabian was, to be frank (but not frank, he couldn’t be frank, much as he’d love to be him sometimes, he was fabian, not frank, alright?), a bit grumpy. he wasn’t supposed to be working today, there wasn’t supposed to be any sort of bullshit today, it was supposed to be a day where a bunch of people danced around some poles (not those kind of poles) and drank some drinks (only mostly those kind of drinks) and sat around a fire (yeah, that kind of fire, was there another kind? okay, actually, upon thinking that, on second thought, there was fiendfyre, so sure, there was another kind, but this wasn’t that kind, this was normal fire. hopefully. for all he fucking knew, at this point, maybe it would turn out to be fiendfyre. anyway!). 

he shook the rambling thoughts out of his head, focusing on what was now the mission at hand. find indiana, get her out. he’d met her just once, briefly, they’d had a short conversation, but it was enough for him to know who he was looking for. the darkness didn’t help, nor did the quiet chaos of dozens of chess pieces moving across a board made only for a normal set, but thankfully a specific bonfire had been pointed out. the quiet chaos was quickly becoming less quiet (honestly, it was preferred) and after a few false alarms, people who looked oddly similar to his soon-to-be job risk, then finally he spotted her. he cleared his throat to announce his presence, “want to get out of here?” fabian quickly stepped up next to the woman, close enough she’d know he was speaking to her, but hopefully not enough to startle her. 

as he spoke, his eyes scanned the nearest crowds, looking for anyone who might’ve been looking at the two of them. certainly didn’t help matters that he had another mission at hand, technically, and that was to arrest the exact type of person he was currently offering an escape route to. it’d do neither of them any good if a fellow auror saw them. “i know a great place, loads better than this dump.”

“C'mon, Fab. This is more than a little weird. A queen?” Georgette rolled her eyes. “It’s all a farce.” She inhaled cigarette smoke and tilted her head to exhale, not wanting to blow it in Fabian’s face – one of the few people she cared about enough for some courtesy. “Why don’t you just do a little spell to handle those allergies,” she pointed to her head, “I’m a little smart sometimes,” she smirked.

-

"isn't royalty in general a farce? whole thing's been bullshit for at least a few centuries at this point." fabian shrugged a shoulder casually, “nah, ‘ve’banned myself from doing any sorta self-medical care magic. potions, sure, easy! spells? no fuckin' way. dunno why, s’the one thing i just can’t do for the fuckin’ life of me. s'where this scar came from,” he pointed to a scar on his chin, "tried fixing it up myself out on a job like a year ago and fuckin' made it worse somehow!" fab laughed. he was self-aware enough to know that as smart as he was on paper, he was also a fucking moron sometimes. more than sometimes. "so i only get one nostril until i can get home and brew something. unless you wanna have a go at it! i trust my sinuses to ya fully."

“Feeling a little grumpy, little brother? Are you just mad because I have two dates and you have none?”

-

“how could i be grumpy on a day like this?” he deadpanned. “now that you mention it, where are your dates?”

“only on tuesdays.” strife resisted absolutely no childish urges as she bit her thumb at him, and then stuck out her tongue. “I heard your brother got a promotion. any chance he’s forgotten I exist in favor of the flowers? or should I shoot for another missing persons instead?”

-

“shame. a goat would be easier to find.” he couldn’t avoid the eyeroll that immediately followed her actions, though he wished he would’ve. “i think you’d have better luck simply winning may queen. any new far-off ballets to run off to?”

“he’s a kid, not a child, and he’s not yours either way so keep your nose outta my business. doesn’t it have an appointment to be up he-of-too-many-nickname’s arse anyway?”

-

“is he a goat?” rabastan shrugged, pushing down the major urge to throw back the childish argument of ‘but you asked first!” “no appointments today, haven’t you heard? there are flowers to pick, poles to dance around, and missing kids about this tall to find first.”

Where: Festival grounds

“Do you want a hand with your wildflower bundle? I brought plety of ribbons if you need something to tie it..”

-

“i could kiss ya, trelawney. how do i forget to bring ribbons for all of my wildflowers? it’s like i’ve never done this before, ridiculous.”