#drift compaatible

Oh my gosh! That's so awesome! You are the chosen one. (Fun fact: I saw the tilde at the end and thought it was a dash, so I assumed you were sending another part to the story. I kept refreshing my inbox like a dummy)

I hate you.

"What do you mean you don’t know if he’s alive?”

She threw the brush across the room. It hit the guard’s metal plate unforgivingly, snapped in two from the force. But he stayed stoic as ever, the sympathy in his voice being the only hint that he cared at all.

And even that, Lily doubted.

“Find him, damn it. You’re a guard. It’s your job to ensure I’m safe, and without him, I won’t be.”

She never swore. And she knew the guard knew it, but he stilled tried to argue. Cecily wouldn’t let a single syllable pass his lips.

"This is an order, and it may very well be your last, Sir. If Milo is not found within a day, it will be your head.” She inhaled sharply, not trusting herself with anything more. Her chest shook already, threatening to push sobs through her words. And Cecily refused to cry in front of this expendable, useless man. "Do I make myself clear, Sir."

He bowed his head. Cecily knew that was an answer.

"Good," she announced. "Now get out."

"Now."

i think they unfollowed

what really burns my butter is that it was under a read more and tagged with my "speaks" tag.

dude if you don't wanna see it don't look jfc

That had to be the understatement of the century. Losing Quidditch was one thing, but being tossed from his broom into the grotto below, followed by a bludger determined to force him under.

It had to have been hexed, because no self-respecting flying ball would stay in the same place for so long, holding someone under. One day, he might talk about how all the girls shrieked when Didg undressed and dove in stark naked after him, one day he might mention that they would have won the game had the bludger not gone batshit crazy. But for now, it was better if Didg did what he could.

Reaching forward, he pulled Milo in for a hug. I got ya, mate, he thought. I got ya.

Maybe they were. And maybe they were in danger of losing everything they had. Didg had lost his wand, and there was no water around. Milo hadn’t earned his runes yet. They were as good as dead like this.

He was as afraid as Milo was, and it showed. Didg never learned to hide his emotions, and every twitch, every shiver took over his entire body. And they were coming. Dark Wizards, Death Eaters, Poseidon knows what else. They were supposed to have died out with the last wizarding war. They were the reason the merfolk went into hiding, and they were supposed to have been gone. If word got out…

If his mother had to flee once more..

No.

Didg stopped shaking. He wasn’t going to let that happen again. She was the biggest thing in the Barrier Reef, and he had to protect her no matter how small it was. He had to protect his family, and Milo was part of that too.

He stood, lifting his staff. It felt too large in his hands, had to be heavier than Didg himself. Resolute, and determined, he turned to the oncoming raid.

"Not if I can help it."

Without another word, he made his way out., knowing full well he may not return alive.