#beealight

He shouldn’t be surprised that she’s already made up the couch for him. Honestly, he wouldn’t have been surprised if she’d kept it made up every day since he left. Charity was just kind of that way.

He hadn’t knocked, just opened the door and called her name, dropping a bag of his things by the front door as he bent to remove his boots. Amos always stayed here when he was crashing in Godric’s Hollow; he’d been offered a tent, a bed, even given a pick of any of the smaller houses if he really felt inclined, but none of the options settled well with him. Sleeping on someone’s couch felt more right to him. After all, he was just passing through--he had a home, somewhere else, his mother’s home, or his home now that his mum was gone. Godric’s Hollow couldn’t be his home, not the way it was to the refugees. “Charity?” he called again, careful to make sure he wasn’t tracking any dirt across the floor as he crossed to the kitchen.

There was a casserole dish knocking on her door.

She’d opened the door, a greeting on her lips, a toddler attached to one of her legs. Expecting to see an actual person, a remarkable person who was actually dropping by for an unannounced visit. Harry was excited--Harry was always excited--but for Lily, steeling herself for social interaction on short notice was a considerable effort.

But her cheerful “hello!” died before it left her tongue, because there was a casserole dish knocking on her door, and she had no idea where it came from or where it got its manners.

Harry wiggled his way through the half-open door and reached his arms up to receive the dish; Lily narrowly avoided it crashing to the ground as it helpfully tried to lower itself into his too-weak-to-support-glass arms. “Where do you think this came from, Harry?” she murmured aloud, before noticing a little note attached to it: Shepherds pie save some for Lily and Harry -Charity

Charity. Well. She plucked the dish out of the air and grabbed Harry’s hand. There was no way they could accept this. She could feel something swelling up inside her--if she’d been more aware of what was going on inside her head, she could have called it the pride that it was, but for the moment Lily just felt irritated.

So she marched her son to Charity’s, rapped on the door, and held the dish out when the woman answered. “Thank you very much, Charity, but this is really not necessary.”

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What’s It Going to Be - Arlissa

I don’t wanna leave you behindWhat’s it going to be, baby?

Moonlight - Grace VanderWaal

Remember last year when you told meTo always stay here and never leave meThe light from your eyes made it feel likeWe, we’re dancing in the moonlight

Is There Anyone Out There - Delta Rae

⚰️ Which death or loss has hit your character the hardest and how has it affected them? 

Marcus McKinnon will probably have the most profound impact on Doe when it comes down to it, a friend and at one time a competitor, she couldn’t attend the funeral that was consumed with people mourning the loss of such a family. Dorcas can’t think about it, she doesn’t want to think about it and truthfully thinking about it will probably cause her to collapse in on herself. Instead, she’s pushed her focus to the Order, to her work, to doing whatever she can with the information that she is able to find from people and stretch herself a little bit more in order to hopefully get something that is actionable.

If they’ve managed to get through the war mostly unscathed at this point how has all the loss and grief surrounding them affected them?