#;walden

who is the most affectionate?

walden

who initiates the handholding?

antonin

who worries more for the other?

antonin

who is more likely to ask for help?

walden

who is the one always losing the keys?

walden

who leaves little love notes for the other?

walden

who can’t sleep unless the other is there?

antonin

who is more likely to propose to the other?

antonin

who introduced the other to their family first?

walden

who is more likely to play with the other’s hair?

antonin

who makes sure the other has meals/stays hydrated?

walden

who is more likely to stand up to anyone for the other?

walden

who is the most likely to prepare a surprise for the other?

antonin

who makes the other pinky promise not to do certain things?

antonin

who puts a blanket over the other when they fall asleep on the couch?

cissy’s scrap storybook

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the less likable goonies pt II

ft @xkilljxy @xavecamour @notwaldenpond @hauntedscreams

"get down!"

damocles and walden visibly startled at the familiar voice as antonin and winnie searched the line of shrubberies for where it originated. he had to be hiding nearby somewhere. underneath a particularly shady pine crouched the distinct, ,sleek outline of one alexander zabini.

as usual, he was clad head to toe in black clothing. sly and secretive, alex could go virtually unnoticed in the unlit forest without speaking. he grabbed the back of antonin's shirt who in turn grabbed walden's arm. they all stumbled back into the brush as a werewolf burst into the clearing.

"what are you doing here?" "what are you doing here?" "what are you doing here?"

winnie laughed as the beast turned on damocles and leapt forward, baring it's fangs.

"it is a full moon!" alexander hissed the exact same explanation for his absence that had been given earlier in the evening. of course he was doing what he did every full moon now.

emma howled from the clearing.

"they said you knew we were doing this!" walden argued. he shoved alexander's shoulder forward. "why would you lead her over here?"

"l-lead?! the hell do you mean lead?!" alex cuffed walden on the back of the head in reply. "I can't lead her anywhere!"

the werewolf paused and turned toward the sounds of bickering. their ears twitched and nostrils flared.

"she's too fast to-" antonin clapped a hand over both their mouths. there was nothing save for the sound of breathing for a brief moment.

then a branch snapped under damocles shoe as he stepped backwards. the lycan's attention returned to him. he quickly tried to take another step away from the feral thing but the heel of his shoe caught on a root and he stumbled to the dirt. emma lunged forward, snarling too close to his face.

"here puppy!" winnie clapped both hands in front of her.

alex ripped antonin's hand off his mouth. "winnie, don't you dare-" his fear was warranted. still before he had the chance to move, walden wrestled both alex's arms down and pinned them behind his back.

"hey. calm down. don't make it worse just trust them. alright?" walden hissed. "they won't kill it if they don't have to I bet." he did not budge against alex's straining even as winnie plucked a stone off the ground.

"beastie~" she called again in a sing song voice and nailed the wolf in the snout with the rock. emma yelped. walden winced. damocles stood back up. winnie widened her stance. alex struggled against the hold on him, and antonin pulled out his wand. emma turned from damocles completely and pounced in a lunatic fury at winnie instead. winnie sprung forward and anchored her elbow underneath their jaw while swinging her leg around the creature's back the same way she would handle an unruly dragon hatchling.

"damocles!" "dam!" "I'm working on it!"

the previously flustered potioneer now possessed completely concise focus as he rifled through his bag for the right bottle.

"oh, take your sweet fucking time, dam!"

"would you shut the fuck up?" damocles produced a potion of a dark color purple in his palm. "winnie move! now!"

without hesitation at the short verbal instruction, winnie dropped her hold on the smaller werewolf entirely and fell hard to the ground. she tucked a shoulder and attempted to roll swiftly away, but did not clear it before claws sank into the flesh of her bicep and tore open a wound. damocles hurled the potion into the air, and realized in a second that it was not going to hit it's target.

"antonin!" "-leviosa!"

thankfully the reaction was lightning fast as antonin whipped his wand arm down in a sharp arc helping the glass to shatter across emma's face. the purple liquid splashed across their nose, eyes, and into their mouth. emma dropped suddenly to a fuzzy heap on the forest floor.

everyone waited frozen in the bright moonlight until a snore ripped through the air from it's chest. they all released a collective exhale.

"...so that went well."

four heads all panned in synchrony towards antonin.

damocles chuckled outright at the wry humor. "that is not the same thing as 'that could have been worse.'"

"is she going to be okay?" walden pointed.

alex pulled free of the now lazy hold that walden had on him and barrelled over to the sleeping wolf as damocles started to inspect the distinct lacerations down the back of winnie's arm.

"yes. it's a simple sleeping draught." damocles muttered. simple, but powerful. he prodded a finger into the skin next to winnie's wound and she slapped him. he rubbed his face. "this is not going to stop bleeding without silver powder and dittany."

"so? who cares?" winnie snarled.

"leaving a trail of your dna is a fast way for a thief to get caught."

walden's eyebrows scrunched together and caused a big wrinkle in the center of his forehead. "get caught? where are we going again?"

alex, now satisfied that emma was, in fact, only sleeping, gestured over to a ratty looking duffel bag half buried in leaves next to the near pine tree. inside were bandages prepped for potential lycanthropy related incidents and several clothing items for different seasons.

the less likable goonies

ft @xkilljxy @notwaldenpond @xavecamour @hauntedscreams

"where's alexander?"

the question hung in the quiet air for only a brief moment between the four third year deviants huddled at the door of the slytherin common room in tense anticipation before one finally cleared his throat and reminded them.

"it's a full moon."

which meant alexander zabini, the aforementioned sage of all things secret, would not be joining them on this little outing. he had regularly scheduled lunatic undertakings of a less capital variety to sort.

"aw, tits." "I'm sure that's what he'll be seeing." "ha!"

the boys jostled about in their ribbing, but a slightly more feminine figure grew bored and forcefully shoved open the dungeon door. it groaned and swung so that the uncharmed air chilled their cheeks, and she started slinking down the corridor at a steady pace, expecting to be followed.

"and he already told me everything he fucking knows."

a scarred hand gestured back at antonin dolohov who raised a folded parchment containing a suspiciously acquired set of blueprints as if to punctuate that blunt statement with proof. he was a particularly handsome boy even in the midst of puberty with long raven locks that framed his equally dark features. yet, he revealed nothing with his expression but a sardonic indifference to their chaotic surroundings.

"why'd he tell you?" to his left was walden macnair. a chubby cheeked kid who had obviously just hit a growth spurt and was still trying to figure out this new wingspan. still, they all knew he had at least two hatchets strapped to the belt underneath his cloak and physically could not contain the excited expression on his face for anything.

damocles belby stood exhausted to the far right. the leather satchel hoisted over his shoulder clattered and tinked with every step much to his apparent annoyance. he had rings under his eyes and his hair was slightly disheveled (or perhaps hadn't ever been styled), but the collar sat flat against his well-fitting sweater vest and his pants were perfectly pressed. he sighed.

"ooh, probably since I have excessive experience in memorizing the security patterns of high level enterprises for this specific purpose with less than a twenty-four hour time frame, and, let's see, can you remember what the fuck we had for breakfast today?"

"winnie-"

guinevere montague, more commonly known as winnie, turned on her heel without breaking pace, stepping blindly backwards with as much confidence as one would sprint down a racetrack. a scrawny and sleek spit of thing that beneath the heinous scarring and tattoos most would mistake for a girl at first glance, and perhaps she was once, but that part of her seemed to have already died before anyone here met her.

"now, now. give him a proper chance." she chided.

"I didn't even get to eat breakfast." "we definitely had toast."

one voice drowned out the other as the two persons who remained unasked answered her question instead. the wicked, wily smile that winnie wore was ill fit for the lovely, young face that bore it. "see? they have absolutely no faith in you, and for the fucking record, antonin had toast, you had eggs, I had both and also dam's pastry."

walden chuckled as they scrambled out of the castle and headed towards the forbidden forest without any interference. "I don't get it. was I supposed to remember breakfast? it was lunch that was fun."

luckily, antonin managed to get the schedule regarding the prefects rounds for this particular evening, and damocles happily spent half of his monthly allowance to bribe some kids with arranged alibi's for the lot of them. meanwhile, walden ensured an 'incident' in the greenhouse to thoroughly distract the majority of the staff.

it should have been a straight shot through the woods to a clearing just past the barrier enchantment that prevented any magical means of travel to and from the school where winnie previously hid a portkey meant to take them to straight into gringotts. it should have been, but then again, it was a full moon. a panicked voice erupted from the shrubbery.

cissy & walden.