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          HIS THROAT FEELS HEAVY & DRY ALL OF A SUDDEN. One foot already stands on the threshold, ready to make its way out into the ominous night air , where anything might lurk in the shadows. A faint copper gleam surrounds the safe house; traces of a protection spell.

       You died. Her voice echoes in his head, pounding like a neverending drum. Concern is evident in those eerie words. A similar kind of WORRY appears upon Remus’ weary features, but he tries his utmost best to suppress it as he cups her cheek with the palm of his hand.

    “  No ,  no —  it won’t come to that, Dora. You know what they say about dreams —  they’re unreliable predictions.   ” Is it HER he is trying to reassure, or himself ? The nightmare is far from impossible— all it requires is a misfired curse. an unexpected explosion. a delayed reaction. And he can feel it in his wand-arm; it has grown slow and tired from weeks spend underground.      But Remus is confident. As a husband and father, he cannot afford to anticipate the worst case scenario for the sake of the people he would be leaving behind. It is the thought of returning to them that will make him stand tall in duels.

He is unsure what to expect when he arrives at the castle. It will undoubtedly be like nothing that has occurred ever before— more brutal ? more merciless ? Students / children in the middle of a ruthless fight ;   a déjà vu pops up at the mere thought. All he knows for certain is that the clock is ticking, and there is no place for fear nor hesitation in his heart. 

     Eyes take the sight of her in once more ;   the iconic hair ,  the friendly - now worried - face ,  the clumsy holes in her tights, which almost seem an allusion to the brown patches in his own cloak. Even a blind man would see the solid love with which he gazes at her. He leans forward and presses his lips to her forehead, closed eyes twitching slightly as if it physically aches to let go.       He will not die; refuses to. After failing her once, he isn’t planning to do so twice.

aberforth is sleeping, as the doll clutched in her hands is so kind as to point out, but this is the only time her thoughts feel solid enough that she can speak them, and aberforth knows that; he always understands. but  the image in her head is fuzzy, and she doesn’t know what that means.

❛         APOLLO  CAME  TO  ME  LAST  NIGHT ,   &  he  told  me  you  were  no  good .       ❜     caelestis  never  comes  with  a  greeting ;  she  comes  as  a  shining  force ,  bringing  with  her  dreams    &    nightmares  both ,  shrouded  in  the  flowery  scent  of  the  divination  rooms  where  she  often  rests  between  classes .   this  time    ROSES ;    roses  of  the  freshest  bloom  for  a  deep  sleep .

❛          but  i  think  you  are    very  good    indeed .      ❜      he  is  just  a  young  man ;    &    perhaps  if  caelestis  tells  herself  this  enough ,  she  will  believe  it  to  be  the  truth .    ❛          you  must  be  good ,  for  if  i  ask  you  very ,    very    nicely ,  you  would  teach  me  the  expelliarmus ,  wouldn ’ t  you   ?        ❜  

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" a thievery. "

rumors whispers, rumors and whispers. they often guided him, led him to water where he would deeply drink, despite how tainted it may be. these rumors and these whispers had trickled out of london and deep into africa's most prestigious wizarding communities. once that occurred, it was not all too difficult to find him. however, not only had these whispers and rumors led him. they had sought him out specifically, and he wondered what which was more alarming.

" that's all it ever is. sin sets out to rob someone of something, more often than not control. "

despite the tense air, his resolve was an immovable object, his curiosity an unstoppable force, each parallel to the other. he understood the peril he could be in with a snap of her fingers, but that worried him little. he had learned young that the fear of death would only call to it, like a smoke signal.

" but i will not rob you of the truth. what your master seeks from me is what i cannot offer. while our magic is ancient, it still has laws, guidelines. archaic and anarchy are two vastly different things. "

his wand was warm against his abdomen, just beneath his coat and yet so very far away. to her credit, she looked far more stable than he had expected. rumors and whispers, rumors and whispers... he leaned against his cane.