#conjvring

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"I'm not kicking you out. Nor do I plan to."

Aberforth's gaze was soft, if a little confused at the question. It had been a simple accident, a glass knocked over and smashed, nothing that hadn't happened twenty million times before, but the boy had frozen up as if it were the end of the world, and it broke Aberforth's heart to think that he might presume he would be put out for something so small.

❀。• *₊°。@conjvring​   ;  CREDENCE BAREBONE  said  :   ❛ the storm’s getting worse. ❜

   RAIN PATTERS STEADILY AGAINST THE UMBREALLA-LIKE SHEILD suspended above the two of them, and though Credence looks rather TROUBLED by the gentle roll of thunder that seeps into the air from somewhere over the horizon line, Newt finds himself rather occupied with watching the grass around his shoes be showered with its natural drink, feeling the humidity of the air change, just slightly, as  JUST THE RIGHT CONDITIONS settle into the atmosphere.

   ❝ Yes, ❞   At first, only this is offered in reply ;  IT WAS, INDEED, A FACT that the storm rolling in was gradually increasing in its uproar.   ❝ It won’t get too nasty — Ah, well — No, sorry — Just a few moments, now, and you’ll see why we’re out here. ❞  

"I’m not crying.”

PRIDE. It had always been the boy’s undoing, as it had been his father’s (&& his own). It’s clear that Draco is about to    C R A C K    under the pressure he’s under. That he’d been pushed well beyond the breaking point. He’d seen && done things no child his age should have been confronted with. That Severus can sympathise with. 

           ❝ By now you should know that I am not the enemy - ❞

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CREDENCE

@conjvring​;; 

SHE’D ALWAYS hated most people. people were cruel. people stared and screamed and mocked. ever since she was a child. ever since she had first learned about the blood curse. she’d always been the one the attention was focused on - though it was something he heavily detested. she would have rather faded into the back ground. become part of the scenery. it wasn’t her fault that she was able to transform into something a lot of people were so terrified of. it wasn’t her fault that she was now jaded. she blamed everyone else.

      that had been at least, until she had met credence. he was different. but similiar. the two had much in common, the parallels obvious to her, even if they weren’t to the others. she didn’t care about them, though. from the moment she had met credence - from the moment she had found out about the obscurus, her heart went out to the boy. she knew what it felt like to be different, and to be abused because of that difference.

  Rain. The sky had been bleeding for days on end. Thick, heavy, unforgiving droplets carrying the icy bite of early December assaulted people and buildings alike - drumming down against streets and umbrellas and sneaking into open collars. Thousands of voices, both dead and alive, had indulged the need to comment on the British weather. To Newt, however, the London rain seemed almost benevolent in compare to this murky downpour. 

  It’s the architecture, he thought as he turned around a busy corner. The ‘new world’ as the muggles called it, did not compare to the organically grown settlements of his home, with multiple centuries of history sleeping in their bones. Funnily, New York even managed to make him feel old, despite barely 30 years of age. Shivering, he grabbed the fabric of his scarf and pulled it further up to his chin. The small bulge in the front of his coat trembled and shrieked.

  “I know, I know”, Newt muttered down into his collar. “I’m working on it. You can come out in a minute, I promise.” Though something told him that he was going to break that one. How hard could it be to find a decently quiet café around here? He had been running about for almost half an hour now! 

  People passed him by left and right, quickly making their way up and down the sidewalk to get where they were going, or escape into one of the many small shops lined up to his left. Nobody stopped for a chat, or even longer than was necessary to watch their step as they crossed the busy road. Nobody - save for a lone young man standing in front of what looked like a rather rundown barbershop. How odd.

the  firewhiskey  already  burns  his  throat  on  its  own ,  but in  his  windpipe  it  might  as  well  be  greek  fire .  he’s  well  aware  that  he’s  ruining  what  would  be  a  sweet  moment  by  choking  on  his  drink ,  but  IN  HIS  DEFENSE ,  draco  should  not  have  led  into  that  without  preamble .  

eyes  watering ,  he  accepts  a  glass  of  water  from  the  bartender  ,  who  regards  him  suspiciously .  it’s  not  like  the  thought  hasn’t  crossed  harry’s  mind  before .  he’d  be  remiss  in  saying  he  didn’t   let  his  mind  wander  late  at  night  ,  past  the  what - nows  &  what - thens  to  the  what - ifs :  what  if  draco  proposed  tomorrow ,  what  if  i  just  propose  tomorrow ,  what  would  he  say , what  would  i  say ,  what  if  ,  what  if ,  what  if  ...  (  interestingly ,  choking  on  firewhiskey  had  not  been  in  any  of  these  daydreams .  )  

it  had  been  three  years  already ;  or  five ,  if  you  counted  their  years  at  hogwarts .  don’t  people  usually  get  married  after  five  years  ?  bill  &  fleur ,  if  he  remembered  right ,  had  gotten  married  after  much  less .  but  then  ,  they  weren’t  in  as  such  a  precarious  situation  as  theirs .  

because  being  with  draco  is  beyond  complicated  ---  yet ,  at  the  same  time ,  so ,  so  easy .