* HALF BURIED .

susan and luna.

where – st mungo’s. who – @reflectedfame​

Luna extends a hand when Susan walks into her room. Visiting hours are too few and far apart, she thinks –– and that’s strange, because Luna has never struggled to be alone. Now, though, that she has been confronted with her own mortality – and, perhaps even worse, that of Rolf – she dreads the silent moments. Their fingers make contact, and she takes Susan’s hand, and does not say anything, at first. Her mind is a blurry thing, though not in the way it so often is. It’s not blurry from that familiar fog, but it’s flashing memories and endless worry and the feeling of powerlessness that’s so all encompassing.

“The coins,” she says suddenly. “Do you remember? From the DA? The coins saved us.” Luna smiles vaguely. “Hermione did, I suppose.” Something sad washes over her face for a moment and her grip on Susan’s hand slackens a little. Hermione. “Has there been any news?” Her head is a maze, and she wishes she could slip in that dreamy state that had dominated her childhood. “Hi.” It’s all out of order, everything she’s saying, and she hopes it’s okay. She closes her eyes for a moment. “I’m glad you’re here.”

Susan wishes she could say it’s all business. Walking in to see a war colleague, do her job as an Order member, make sure she was in one piece and that information was all in place. Crossing that curtain, she wished she could leave her tender heart in the waiting room, even if just for the first few minutes, to save herself some heartache. It did not work as the sight of Luna’s extended hand brought her immediately to tears. Thankfully, most Order members had learned to ignore that by now. Fingers locked with hers, Susan’s hand is cold from the outside London winter, and her smile is ever present, even if tears drop onto the other’s hospital sheets as Susan perches herself on the very edge of the bed, unwilling to let go even if just to put her bag or coat down. “I knew there was some sense to keeping them.” They really were fighting the same war. Over thirty years later - same trinkets, same partners. “Nothing yet.” It was a haunting feeling, and she could sense it pilling on top of their chests, cracking their ribs. “But we’re all working on it. It’s going to be alright.” How often had she repeated that? At least Luna believed her, she hoped. Fewer and fewer did. Something the two had always shared, even when Lovegood was just the odd younger girl at meetings was an undying sense of hope. Some light in a terribly dangerous tunnel. “And hello.” A light chuckle left her, as Susan never bothered with such things, but Luna making a point of throwing it in there somewhere was an accidental reminder to ‘slow down’ just a bit and refocus on the room they were in. “I came as fast as I could. How do you feel?” Her eyes scanned Luna but quickly stopped before tears started falling again. “When can you leave? Do you have a day yet? Who’s your healer?” Back to her mission, even if her mission was micro-manage her friend’s recovery for just a bit. “You look tired - are they feeding you properly? I should have sneaked something in on the way.”

BOLD ALL THE THINGS THAT APPLY TO YOUR MUSE ( HARRY POTTER EDITION. )

My muse…

“there’s a system and it’s clearly broken. so i understand the impulse to jump straight into an execution. i... i don’t think i could do that. i’d like to hurt them. i’m not nearly as ashamed of admitting to this as i should be. and then i’d like for them to live a long life in misery, locked away. i wouldn’t put their murder on the to do list of any mission, but if it was in a battle context... i don’t know, perhaps it could be an option. a far down the list one, and never as the end goal. however if ginny or hermione or ron had that as a priority, i would not stand in the way. some vengeace is needed in order to survive, i guess.”

“i think that last time i experienced this, i was too young to consider mortality. but now, being older than my uncle was when he died, some years away from my gradma, having miles... it does make one wonder, right? it seems like WE have had an unlucky star over us, a curse, something fated. i don’t have just myself to think about, so i definitely feel some worry. but there’s such a thin line between worry and STOPPING. and i can’t let myself fall on the wrong side of it, there’s so much to be done. i understand the risks. so did they. we did not sign up blindly and some things are worth dying for, even if that’s not the only possible outcome. but their deaths have to mean something, a lesson if anything. i have far too much baggage to fall into the same fates, i hope.”

( CIS WOMAN, SHE/HER ) ❝  people will never bleed enough to fulfill your vision of justice. ❞  huh, who’s ANGEL COULBY? no, you’re mistaken, that’s actually SUSAN BONES. she is a 49 year old HALFBLOOD witch who is HEAD OF THE DEPARTMENT OF INTERNATIONAL MAGICAL COOPERATION. she is known for being MEDDLESOME, PROUD, SENTIMENTAL, VENGEFUL and POSSESSIVE but also CONCILIATORY, TRUSTWORTHY, CONFIDENT, LIVELY and AMBITIOUS,  so that must be why she always reminds me of the song ONE BY SLEEPING AT LAST and YOUTHFUL GIGGLES IN WRINKLED FACES; PINKY PROMISES BEFORE ETERNAL VOWS; POWDER PINK AS AN ARMOR COVER; A METALLIC BUT SACCHARINE TASTE OF POWER; THE ENDLESS CYCLE OF A BROKEN RIB, MARROW REFORMING IN SPITE OF ALL ODDS BUT NEVER HEALED QUITE RIGHT. i hear she is aligned with THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX, so be sure to keep an eye on her. [ CAMI, 20, SHE/HER, GMT ]