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a found footage horror film called the taking of deborah logan; group of college students are staying with sarah logan and her mother deborah to record a documentary on deborah’s progressing alzheimers for a project, before deborah’s condition worsens and inexplicable events occur. 

Great meta! Though it might be possible that he did actually believe it. I mean he was knocked out for a fairly long time and as he refuses to consider the possibility of Sirius's innocence he'd probably think of reasons why the kids are spouting such an absurd story. Like for example, he may believe Sirius tricked the kids into listening to him and then confounded them once Snape was knocked out

that’s certainly a possibility! but considering harry & co were pretty ardently on sirius’ side before he got knocked out, i don’t think snape would think they got confounded afterward. the way i could see this is if snape believes they were confounded before he showed up. 

i think my point still stands - even if snape legitimately believes that they’ve been confounded, that doesn’t mean he needs to tell fudge that, esp since he has to know saying it will get harry & co out of trouble. but that brings me back to my original point: snape is likely also saying they were confounded to protect them. which undermines the idea that snape doesn’t give a fuck about the students.... bc if he didn’t, he could just let them reap what they’ve sown and get punished (potentially harshly) for fudge would see as their cooperative assistance with a known murderer (and attacking a professor!). but he specifically brings up the idea of confounding & that derails any ideas about harry & co helping sirius out of their own free will.... freeing them from punishment. 

A cheery fire crackled in the far corner of the many ornate bedrooms filling the Sedona Manor. The fire cast a warm glow over the room, illuminating the sword singer armour hanging on the rack and the violet haired young woman sitting on her bed. Melancholy hung around her as she gazed at the fresh sprig of holly in her hand. 

A soft knock on the door of her room made the female jump slightly, a startled look washing over her ruddy features. 

“Rhen, can I come in?” Called a familiar voice. 

“Uh, sure.” Rhen called, her answer a beat behind what would have been normal. 

At her words the door opened slightly, making just enough room for the more slender form of a certain green haired sorcerer to slip inside before the door was closed behind him. 

“Lars? Please tell me that Galahad didn’t break another dining chair throwing it at Te’ijal.” Rhen groaned, envisioning the mess already.

“Actually, no. They’re all actually coexisting pretty well.” He said distractedly, glancing away for a moment. “I came more here for….well I came to see how you were doing.” 

He trailed off then, Rhen staring at him in puzzlement. 

“How I was doing?? I’m not sick..” Then she considered her statement for a moment. “At least I’m pretty sure I’m not. Did Dameon say he sensed illness or something?”

Lars heaved a theatric sigh. 

“The Sun Priest never said a thing, I came here because of that.” Lars scoffed, pointing at the holly in her hands. “When that traveller gave it to us in talking about spreading the joy your face sort of fell. You’ve been absurdly happy all week before that after we finished the most recent quest so what changed?”

Rhen hesitated, purple eyes travelling from her friend and down to the green leaves in her hand. As she stared down her minds eye let the room around her fade, memories of a cozy cottage filled with the sound of winter sweets and the folk songs celebrating the winter solace dancing through her mind. She could almost smell the cinnamon-..

“-ehn? Rhen?? Helloo!”

The hand that settled on her shoulder to give a light shake jolted her back into awareness and she looked up at Lars with a slightly sad smile. 

“Back home right now in Clearwater they’re having a festival, to celebrate the Winter Solace which falls today. Since I….was taken I haven’t payed much attention to the holidays but when I saw that man it all just suddenly hit me.” Rhen ran a finger over one of the leaves, “I knew him from a nearby village, seeing him again and receiving the holly we use in the celebrations just brought back memories.”

Silence fell over the pair, the corners of Rhen’s mouth drooping again. There was a shift from in front before and impatient sigh escaped a certain green haired male as he unceremoniously reached down to yank Rhen to her feet.

“Lars?! What-”

“We already have a moping and overall irritating member of this group, you won’t add a second one or I swear I’ll blast you all” He snarked, Rhen rolling her eyes at him as he continued. “So what you can’t be home? It hardly means that you have to ignore the celebration, we can make our own right here.”

His statement made Rhen blink in surprise before she slowly glanced around them, a small smile beginning to form.

“That’s true, and I know the perfect person to help me make this a Winter Solace……”

At the suddenly mischievous gleam in Rhen’s eyes Lars immediately put his hands up in protest, but there was no stopping the swordsinger as she in one fell swoop pulled all the blankets and sheets off her bed to dump over his arms.

“Hey! I have things I want to get done before we start off for the next part of the quest!” Lars protested in vain as he was pulled over to under the large chandelier hanging over an ornate carpet. 

“Can you create light that doesn’t come from fire?” Rhen asked eagerly, ignoring her friends protest.

Indignation washed across Lars features before he finally let out a sigh and rolled his eyes, apparently giving in.

“Yes I can, I’ll take care of that now before you get too excited and end up setting our manor on fire.” He muttered, the rush of magic in the room snuffing out the candles as floating around near the roof incandescent green orbs.

“That’s perfect!! And it’s the colour of the holly even….” Rhen smiled softly before a look of determination pushed aside the melancholy as she went to work.

Grabbing a nearby chair Rhen placed it firmly beneath the chandelier, grabbing one end of a thin sheet from Lars arms to pull up with her as she stood on the chair and stretched up to loop the end of the sheet around one of the chandelier arms and tie it.

“Pass me another blanket end will you?? I’m going to turn this into the Maypole!” Rhen exclaimed with bright grin.

“You’re going to fall if you aren’t careful.” Her friend sighed, though despite his words he handed up another blanket end for tying.

The young sword singer just laughed at his concern, leaning and bending as she tied blankets to the metal arms perfectly spaced for their improvised solace celebration. Soon she had tied all the blankets, except for one last one on the far end from where she was standing.

“Get off the chair so we can move it over.” Lars ordered, moving towards the chair only to be hit in the face with the end of the sheet by Rhen.

“Halt thy steps! I can do it from here, I’ll show you.“ 

Then without the least bit of concern for her own wellbeing the lilac haired young woman proceeded to brace one foot on the back of the chair and push off the seat to balance on the back.

“What are you DOING?!” Lars shrieked, voice hitting a rather impressive pitch as he watched Rhen hurriedly tie the sheet just in time for the chair to tip forward and send her tumbling towards the ground.

The green haired male let out a startled curse, lurching forward to catch the young woman before she could hit the ground but before he could so much as touch her Rhen had already curled and twisted before landing lithely on her feet with a small cheer.

“Done!!”

“…….Our quest is being led by a reckless idiot.” Lars grumbled.

Rhen laughed at that, turning to grin impishly at her friend who muttered a few choice words under his breath as he grabbed the chair and moved it back to where it had been originally sitting against the wall.

With a light and excited laugh Rhen grabbed one of the sheets in a loose grip, twirling around the fabric before setting off in dance as she wove between sheets and attempted to sing the song that was traditional during the Winter Solace.

“You’re dreadfully off-key.” Lars complained, Rhen stopping her song and pouting a moment.

“I’d like to see you do better.” She sniffed, turning her nose up at him teasingly.

“Alright then, I will.”

His words brought Rhen pause as she stopped and stared at him, surprise filling her features as he opened his mouth and a soft but steady song began to fill the room, volume growing with Lars confidence.

Soon Rhen was dancing again, clapping and whirling between the fabric that moved in the breeze coming in her open window at the far end of the room. Lars song rose and fell with the movements of the dance, the sorcerer having all but entirely forgotten that the song he sang was one he had only ever heard from the mouths of the slaves he had once held such distain for.

As the song ended and Lars voice faded Rhen paused in her spinning and moving under the chandelier, turning to look at Lars who had been watching her antics with a barely there smile. 

“Hey Lars, c'mere a moment.” Rhen singsonged, stepping out away from her improvised maypole.

Lars raised a brow, clearly uninspired by her call as he leaned comfortably against her wall. She snorted at his look, approaching her friend and catching his hand to pull him into the middle of the open space of her room. At her causal touch Lars eyes widened slightly, a soft blush lighting his features although he would have denied it had anything to do with the beaming sword singer holding his hand to his dying breath.

“Come on! I’m going to teach you the traditional dance!” Rhen urged, pulling him to the middle of the empty carpet and grabbing his other hand as she turned to face him.

“A  dance?!” Lars squawked, halfheartedly attempting to pull free.

Rhen tightened her grip slightly to keep him in place, cheeks pink from excitement and exertion as she nodded eagerly.

“Come on! You’re a noble that’s danced before right? This shouldn’t be that hard for you.“ 

Lars gave a pointed sniff.

"I’ll have you know I’ve been learning dance since I was a child, the kinds of formal dance that takes place in the empress courts. I would hardly know what to do during a commoners folk dance.”

The moment the words left his mouth, hints of distain in his tone a sudden look of sheepish regret crossed his features, shoulders slumping slightly. There were some habits that died hard clearly. He moved to pull away once again but Rhen gave him a tug, causing the tanned male to stumble forward towards her.

“Well then it’s only fair that you learn my dance, since you’re not in the empress courts right now, you’re in my room.” Rhen stated, Lars hesitating before giving a slight nod. “Great! Now follow my steps as I go back….”

It didn’t take long for the young sorcerer to pick up the steps she was teaching him, and soon the two of them were dancing around the carpet with only a few mishaps of Rhen stepping on Lars feet as he missed a step.

Their laughter floated through the window over the streets as the two teens let go of the weight of the quest on their shoulders for just a few moments, the room blurring around them as they spun and let their steps carry them around the ornate carpet. 

“Hey yoUWAH!" 

Rhen’s statement was cut off as in her as in distraction her leg caught the blue robe swirling around Lars feet in time to his movements. With twin exclamations as they were brought to halt the two of them found themselves tangled as they tipped backwards and landed in a heap on the carpet.

Lars let out a loud oof as Rhen landed rather ungracefully on top of him, both of them staring at each other in shock as they processed what had just happened.

A moment of stunned silence.

Then at once both of them burst into hysterical laughter, Rhen rolling sideways to land on the carpet next to Lars as chortles escaped her. She gasped slightly trying to catch her breath as she recovered from the whirlwind of movement they had just abruptly fallen out of.

"That was fun, I haven’t been this relaxed in forever.” Rhen admitted, still slightly breathless.

Lars made a sound of agreement and Rhen turned her head to look at her friend. As she dropped her head to he side she found herself face to face with Lars, vibrant green eyes so close as they met her violet orbs. There was a heavy silence before Lars turned pink and abruptly pushed himself upright to stand.

“There’s supposed to be a meteor shower tonight, come on.” He tossed gruffly over his shoulder as he moved to her window and opened it fully.

Rhen scrambled to her feet, slightly thrown by what had just taken place but recovering quickly as she reached the window and climbed out behind her sorcerer friend.

“Careful.” Lars said quietly as Rhen stepped out and wobbled slightly.

Reaching over and taking hold of Rhen’s hand from where he stood above her he carefully helped guide her further up, Rhen actually allowing him despite herself as they made their way up to the flat portion over her room.

“It’s freezing out here.” Rhen muttered as they took a seat with their backs against the other peak.

There was a shuffling noise next to her and Rhen turned sharply only to flush as with a flair of blue fabric a warm robe was settled over her front and she was pulled into Lars side.

“To conserve warmth.” He defended, refusing to look at her when the violet eyes young woman looked up at him from where she had been tucked under his arm.

A pleased smile flitted across Rhen’s lips and she ducked her head to hide the expression from her companion, leaning into him slightly as she rested her head against his shoulder.

Silence fell over them as they gazed up at the sky, a soft cry of delight escaping Rhen as a shooting star flew overhead through the midnight sky.

“I know that this wasn’t exactly the holiday you wanted at home, but did this at least help?”

Lars question broke the silence and Rhen looked over at her friend, the green eyed male gazing down at her inquisitively.

Rhen considered his question a moment before smiling softly, eyes sparkling as stars flew by overhead.

“Yeah. This was a wonderful Winter Solace, thank you Lars.” She said quietly, leaning up to brush a featherlight kiss across his cheek.

Surprise flickered across his face before he shot her a crooked smile, dipping his head down to gently press his lips against hers. 

Moments later he pulled away, both blushing brightly yet wearing matching smiles as they settled back to watch the show. Rhen’s head nestled against his shoulder. his cheek resting on the crown of her hair as they watched the stars celebrate the Winter Solace.

rather short but i gave it a go - may write a short sequel sometime in the future. hope you enjoy this tho xx

Kurt/Warren - 463 words

Warren has a blade at Kurt’s throat, wings curling around theboth of them and his other hand clinging to the other’s flight suit. He is soclose to killing the mutant – to killing the one person who destroyed his wingsand drove him to trusting Apocalypse. Warren is so close. He can see thetrickle of blood when he presses down. Beneath him, Kurt is struggling; his tailis gripping Warren’s foot and he’s breathing heavily – he’s terrified. And heshould be.

But, Warren can’t bring himself to do it.

The blade is thrown to the side, whilst his wings shift awayand Warren forces them tight against his back instead. He lets out a long breath,still angry and wanting to hurt Kurt, but he can’t.

“I don’t un-” Kurt starts, but Warren cuts him off with ashort growl and reaching out to grab the younger’s hand. Warren stares down athim with narrowed eyes, whilst Kurt watches in both confusion and terror. He stillthinks Warren is going to kill him.

“Shut up.” The blond snaps, harshly. He climbs off of Kurtand drops onto the ground next to him. Distantly, he can hear the fight betweenthe other Horsemen and Kurt’s friends. Warren squeezes his eyes closed, hopingto block them all out, but the war still rages on. Beside him, Kurt is stillgasping for breath, but Warren can feel the mutant’s gaze watching him. “Stopit!”

“You aren’t going to kill me?” Kurt asks, his accent heavy,but Warren understands every word and they weigh down on him. The other can soeasily get away, or fight back against Warren, yet when the blond opens hiseyes and looks at him, Kurt is simply watching him. “Your wings,”

At the mention of his wings, Warren scrambles up. Kurt does too,ready to defend himself; his tail flickers uneasily.

“You ruined them,” Warren tells him, angry tears threateningto fall. He moves forward, rage consuming him again and Warren wants to killKurt. All he wants to do is hurt Kurt – the way Kurt had him – but he stopshimself once again. “You destroyed them and I can’t fucking kill you!” Warrenhas fought in too many cage fights; he’s killed other mutants before, so why isKurt so different?

Warren knows exactly why.

Kurt is different; he didn’t fight back until Warreninsisted – fight or they kill us both.He didn’t want to hurt Warren. He didn’t want to destroy – to singe and burnand completely destroy – Warren’s wings.

And Warren can’t hurt him back.

“Es tut mir Leid!”An apology.

Warren shakes his head. An apology means nothing to him,even if Kurt is so evidently sincere and honest.

Thanks for the ask!

30. My Patronus is a Canada Goose.

38. I’m not much of a shipper generally, and don’t really have a Potterverse OTP. If I had to name a pairing I like, it would be Albus Dumbledore/Gellert Grindelwald.

50. Favorite quote: “Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?”

(Because I scratched my head over this for a bit, I am adding instructions! List the things that most attract you, which you would smell in the Amortentia potion).

I was tagged by  @thorkys

1. Damp leaves on a forest floor. 2. A breeze coming off the ocean. 3. Lilies of the valley. 4. The smell of a new book.

5. Apple pie baking in the oven.