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Dr Guant
Dr. Gaunt started activity in 1720 as a practitioner in the dark arts. For 50 years he drew off the evil for his own purposes, keeping all c

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Night guants - H.P. Lovecraft
Using your wand to see? How about you use that 'wand' to see inside me
Home Alone 2
(Chris Columbus, 1992)
Pilindiel (Draco)
This is a request from @pilindielofgondor I hope it’s okay its longer than I expected,
(SORRY it’s so late though, I had a family emergency)
I tried to do it in the third person, i’ve never written for Draco before, not properly anyway I’ve done some imagines, but nothing on this extent.
Pilindiel Gaunt is a transfer student, from Beaxbuton originally living in Spain. she is placed in Slytherin,
[WARNINGS] bullying.
Third-year had passed by so quickly, with all things considering. Transferring to a new school had been difficult at the beginning. The lessons alone were difficult, throw in the language barrier and Pilindiel Gaunt wanted nothing more than to quit. Thankfully the young girl had known a few students, threw her father, with his job at the ministry in Spain he had made plenty of connections, which made the move to England a little easier for Pilindiel. As much as she hated the dinners with the ‘purebloods’ it was handy for her to meet other students at Hogwarts. Most of which were in Slytherin too. For the first few months, Pilindiel would be hounded by other students curious about her heavy Spanish accent, all that quickly dwindled, the excitement of having a foreign student wore off, which was exactly what Pilindiel wanted. It was obvious that most of those who spoke to her were false, in offering their friendship, whether it be because of her dad, or where she was from. Thankfully she did make two genuine friends, Celeste and Judy.
The fourth year was no less eventful, and now it was the start of the fifth year. It was only the first week, and Pilindiel was already done, it felt as though work had doubled already. Which meant more time in the library, which was where she was now, wanting to work on her potions homework in peace, so before grabbing a sit, Pilindiel went in search for the right book to help her. As she was searching, she came across Neville Longbottom, who looked like he was struggling. Pilindiel couldn’t help notice the book that was open in front of him, it was Potions. Neville often struggled with potions, though she had a feeling it was more down to Professor Snape's teaching methods, rather than Neville’s inability. Pilindiel, thought a moment, before deciding to offer to help him.
“Uh, Neville, do you need a hand?” she asked, the poor Gryffindor was shyer than her and that was saying something. He looked up to her, thought a moment then nodded, so Pilindiel, took the seat beside him and talked him through it.
By the end, it seemed like Neville and a basic understanding of the work.
“Thank you” Neville smiled, Pilindiel could see a weight lift off his shoulders.
“If you need anything else let me know” She offered before leaving him, and heading back to her dorm, before she had reached the stairs though, Pansy Parkinson approached her. “Saw you with Neville,” she said, her tone was mean as usual, when she spoke to Pilindiel, she really didn’t like the ‘new’ girl.
“I was helping him with his homework” Pilindiel replied softly.
“Why?” Pansy asked, in a snarky way.
“He needed help” Pilindiel continued. Pansy looked you up and down, and as she opened her mouth to say something else, Draco and his friends walked through the door. Pansy shut up and glared at Pilindiel then walked off. Leaving Pilindiel standing there a little confused, Pansy was never particularly nice to her, but this was quite harsh. Deciding not to dwell on it, Pilindiel continued onwards to her room.
A few days later, whilst walking to class, Draco, Pansy, and a few others were walking in front of Pilindiel, she couldn’t help overhear Pansy say something bad about her, but Draco stopped her, ‘Was he sticking up for me?’ Pilindiel thought. Pansy didn’t look happy with that and since that day Pansy had become much more hostile towards Pilindiel, making snide comments whenever she walked passed. Pilindiel had asked Celeste and Judy what was happening, their conclusion was jealousy. It was no secret Pansy had a crush on Draco, but Pilindiel couldn’t figure out why Pansy would be jealous, her and Draco barely talked.

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One Year:
Unease has been settling in, a sort of emotional arthritis that has stuck with me, aches that come and go, some sharper than others. It may be at a stoplight or when folding clothes, sometimes they come when a song floats into my ears, or just when-the-fuck-ever. Lately, I want to tell you things, call you up and hear your panting voice as you pace around your apartments, fixing plants, hanging pictures, trying on a pile of thrift store finds. Your voice speaks to me then, “Oh, Bela—why do you get yourself into such things? You never learn, how can someone so smart be so stupid?” then you would tell a story, something that so normal as ordering dinner at a restaurant that had turned into the absurd, pushed by the force of your personality until everybody around was dumbstruck. I miss that the most, your non-advice advice and the laugh. Always the laugh.
Nothing was settled, it always remained a haze around your life, everything that danced into your orbit was sucked in, you were a tornado that finally kept spinning, behind you a wake of beautiful destruction, and you spun and spun until even the wind around you tired out and split. “I’m outta here” it wheezed as it fell away. For me, I staggered away the past few years, walking away isn’t the correct wording—I was worn out—from the worry, the hurt and the anticipation of your ultimate demise. Sadly, all the people I wanted you to touch failed to happen, for some time I felt as if there was something we did wrong. Me, you, everybody that tried to push you into something that wasn’t really anything you wanted, I remember you once reading your name in a magazine, flopping it down, saying “that’s cool. Where are we going to drink?” You never mentioned it again. The apartments were filled with black and white photos, torn from the pages of Life magazine and books from the 1960’s, women in dark Ray-ban sunglasses, scarves piled high around their head, naked shoulders glowing from the sun—this was who you were. A fantasy that lived in a world of your own making, where wisps of the past are now settling down around memories that have gathered and collected at my feet’s, they are melting into one another until, soon, they will disappear.
It has been a year today, I left my class to rush to the hospital as your cracked and ruined lips slowly gave up trying to suck in air, you were tired there is not doubt about that. You lived harder and brighter than anyone I have ever known. There was a fear stepping into your orbit, you were big league from the word go until you didn’t anymore, and the holes you have left are immense, but your songs can fill them up and your smile can still stretch across and through death and make me smile. I have so much to tell you.
Jenny Mae: One Year One Year: Unease has been settling in, a sort of emotional arthritis that has stuck with me, aches that come and go, some sharper than others.
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El anillo de los Guant familia materna de Tom Torvolo Ryddle, que mucho después lo convertiría en un Horrocrux