#c;daisy

A rather routine event had been turned thrilling with the rumours of party crashers, and all William could think about was how happy Bellatrix would be if they stamped the party crashers out one by one.  The Death Eaters seemed to always have the upper hand on things, and he felt as though admiration for the Dark Lord was rolling off of him.  When a somewhat familiar petite blonde strayed from the rest of the festivities, he decided to follow her, curious about where she was going more than anything.  He could sate his curiosity and potentially stamp out a problem, it was a complete and total win.

Following the woman into the room she chose, he quietly closed the door behind him, blocking her from being able to leave.  He was fairly certain the woman was Daisy Hookum, but he wasn’t able to fully tell under her mask.  William had no real idea whether she was part of a certain terrorist organization, but she certainly wasn’t loyal to the right side.  “Well now”, he crossed his arms and leaned against the door lazily, “Stray too far from the party and somebody might think that you’re up to no good.”

“ Roses are red, violets are blue, the moment I saw you, I knew this one was you.” 

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Caradoc cast his eyes around Diagon Alley, searching for their next stop. He curled one hand into his coat pocket and grasped the other around Daisy's just a little more tightly. London was not known for being warm in December, but this year it seemed to have taken the meaning of cold to heart. Luckily no two stores were very far apart, but every foray out into the wind was a battle for calm hair and body heat. He glanced at the girl next to him and smiled. Her cheeks were rosy and her eyes bright and Caradoc thought maybe winter was his favorite season. "Where to next? Who do we still have on our list?"

He could see the person’s face in front of him, see the hand waving just inches from his nose. He knew they were there. He just didn’t see the point in responding. Every muscle in his body was numb. He couldn’t even feel the empty bottle in his hand anymore. But that was how he wanted it. Life was easier this way.

Whooosh. 

Suddenly every nerve in his body was screaming. “HOLY SHIT WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!” The first words he’d spoken in days scratched his throat raw, or perhaps that was just his vocal chords’ reaction to an entire bottle of vodka. The ice water that was just dumped on his body had turned numbness into fire. He flailed around as he jumped out of the chair. “What the hell is your problem, man?”

Leave a “Haunt Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character watching over yours.

She looked like a princess. The ivory dress clung to every curve of her body before flowing out just below her waist. Lace lined the floor and her neckline, little sequins sparkling all over. The pearls at her neck were simple but perfect. The veil draped softly over her face, thin enough to see the sparkle of her eyes behind. And the blue-stoned hairpiece spoke of a family heirloom given with love.

When he imagined this day, everything about her was exactly as he dreamed. It was as if he were looking through everything with a filter, one that made everything look perfect. He had never seen her look happier. She was radiant and glowing, a woman in true love with someone who fit her every need. But the person whose eyes she sought down the aisle were not his own.

And in that moment, he did not care. It took less than half a glance at the couple to know they were utterly, completely in love. She started her walk toward him, tears in her eyes while searching for his. They met, and each smiled brighter. If anyone could imagine their perfect wedding day, this would be it. This couple lived what others only wished for.

He walked behind her, a silent shadow of her past, of a love that was never destined to be. It was hard to follow and know that she still didn’t even know he was there, but he had moved on. He’d had time to heal and come to terms with all that had happened. He remembered everything. He had watched her fall apart, put herself together, and move on. And he knew, deep in his heart, that was truly what he wanted her to do.

She had reached her destination, and he knew it was time to go. A better man may be able to watch his only love marry someone else, but he was not yet that kind of man and maybe he never would be. He had watched over her for a long time, but he knew that job should be passed on to the man whose hands she was holding. She had chosen someone new, someone who made her happy. And he could walk away knowing she was in good hands.

How are you? How has your summer been so far? I've been well - being home is fun. My brother is enjoying having me around to do all sorts of 'cool magic tricks' as he still calls them. They've actually taken me moving out pretty well as long as we still have a weekly dinner

I just want to say I don't regret what happened

I miss you

We're still friends right? I don't think

I don't really know what to say. I've haven't heard from you and I don't know what that means

I'll be in London for the day next week I was wondering if we could 

How has your summer been? I know I haven't talked to you in a while but I've been busy with my family and I didn't really know what to say

Caradoc shifted the weight on his shoulders a little to the side. This was it. The train was rolling to a stop and when it did, his future began. He had left Hogwarts forever - Kings Cross was now taking him to a new place in his life instead of back to school. He'd heard from Quidditch Monthly - they asked him to start in a few weeks, which was perfect for him because he wanted to go home for a while first. His dad and brother didn't know he was officially moving out yet and he thought it only fair that he tell him in person. 

The people around him jostled a little as the car slid to a halt. He clutched the handle of his trunk with one hand and pushed the car door open with the other. Bright sunshine hit his face as he stepped out onto the ground and that was it. He was off the train. He was in the new world, one with many more questions than the last, full of uncertainty and hope. Caradoc looked forward to what life had in store for him, but didn't mean he didn't appreciate what he was leaving. Hogwarts was a very special place full of very special people that he would miss greatly. One of which stepped onto the platform right behind him.