#m; garrett

he probably never spent so much damn time on his hair as he did before this night. He had too much nervous energy, normally he’d go and do something to get it out but there wasn’t much he could do. 

the benefits of being a head boy. Making sure things ran smoothly, and adding to the top of it that he’d be on a....well date ....was it a date? it was his intention but they were friends so maybe she didn’t think that?

he had finally gotten the guts to ask her for this thing and now he couldn’t even tie this stupid tie right because of these nerves.  Eventually figuring it out he was down doing what he had to do as Head boy before he could properly enjoy himself....if his heart would stop hammering that was.  

Most of it was a blur until he saw her. He honestly forgot to breathe for a few seconds. “not the dress.” he muttered  

just you. Always

like he could actually say that without stumbling his words. 

he could feel the blood rush to his face when she complimented him and he smiled. “thanks, figured if i was going to do it might as well do it right, right? “ 

@stevita

‘is that what you think?” 

Garrett’s wand slid from inside his coat sleeve into his hand gripping it tightly. he took a breath seeing the warm mix with the cold in the air creating a brief puff of steam. “Because you thought catching me out alone would give you an advantage ? you’re quite the arrogant bastard.” His hand twisted the wand in his hand to the point he was starting to lose feeling in it. 

BUt he didn’t move to raise it. Not yet. He knew if he did Antonin could easily warp it to where Garrett would be prosecuted and not him. not if he drew first. 

“if you’re here....well..only a few knew where I was...how many of them do you have in your pocket?” he suspected moles for a while, speculation, he had become a member of the order to try and cleanse them, find people he trusted. Seemed his gut was right. Especially if he was here and not one of his men. 

@stevita

Garrett didn’t drink this much every day. In fact he tried to avoid drinking so much when he had so much to do. But after what he’d seen he needed some solace. And he couldn’t go to the person he wanted to who usually consoled. him. 

He’d had lost count on how many he had drank, he was almost sure that it just wasn’t doing anything for him. It wasn’t numbing him like he’d be hoping. 

When he heard Dane come in he had stood but everything spun and it hit him all at once. He had to hold onto the bar to keep himself steady. 

She had gone too far, pushed too hard on her mission to bring down every single piece of shit in this entire group that she was forced to participate in. The guy she had tried to take down, the death eater, had overpowered her. Granted she could easily blame the wave of nausea that had come over her unexpectedly, it didn’t matter anymore as she laid on the floor bleeding from the injuries she sustained.

She didn’t want to be saved. Didn’t expect to be saved, and yet just when she thought the final blow was going to be delivered Billie could hear another fight breaking out with someone else… someone familiar… someone who had finished taking care of the guy about to kill her and was now pleading with her to live.

She was sure she was going to die now because looking up to see Garrett above her wasn’t possible. He was dead. He was the reason she was in this situation right now… and now she was going to get to be with him.

“I already am…” she said, weak. Dazed enough to not realize that technically she hadn’t even closed her eyes long enough to really be dead. If he was here… than she had to be and if he didn’t do something soon enough, she certainly would be and it would be too late to realize that Garrett was alive.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. 

She wasn’t supposed to be doing all of this. When Garrett had made some death eater take on his appearance for Antonin to kill in order to get them all off his back he never....he never expected this to be her reaction. 

He had been gravely injured, so much so that if he didn’t do something drastic then he really was going to be executed. Someone had prepared him a polyjuice just in case he needed an escape...instead he had just obliviated his memory, put his own hair in and got him to drink it. 

He took his place. 

When Garrett was found by a colleague he was filled in while he was healed. And it was then when he learned about Billie and what she had been doing. He had urged for them to keep tabs on her to make sure she didn’t go too far. Which is why he was here now. 

He heard what she was going to do, he didn’t hesitate to go no matter how much he was still recovering it didn’t stop him from storming the place. 

The moment he saw Billie on the ground...everything went red. He had been hit. He didn’t care.He made his way to Billie’s side and cradled her into his arms. Her words digging into him more than any knife or spell could. 

He swallowed. 

“No.” Garrett shook his head brushing some hair from her face. “no you’re not” he whispered before he knew he couldn’t just stay there and break down. “I got you” he told her as he shrugged off his coat tearing parts of it off before he started tying off her wounds as best he could. He wasn’t a healer, he didn’t know any spells, but if it was enough to keep her from bleeding out, he’d take it. 

“I got you” he whispered as he scooped her up into his arms, “Just stay with me baby” he spoke to her before he separated out. In short bursts, he couldn’t risk hurting her more. 

insp: x ft: GALLIEE   

PART II 

@stevita

insp: x ft: GALLIEE

@stevita​

Garrett grit his teeth. He hated that she was doing this. Hated her for what she’s done, what he know she is. He’s seen her kill, burn entire, well half, of towns to the ground. Seen her so blinded that it made his blood boiled. But what he hated most...

Was that a small part of him didn’t. In a little sick way he cared about his sister in law. Despite everything he had known her to be she’s made no attempts to harm him, her sister or his family unlike that o t h e r part of his wife’s family. In fact it was the opposite. 

He’d never admit but it seemed she cared so much more than anyone. 

Now she was giving him an out like he had given her all those years ago. 

His eyes darted to the entrance where they came from and to the window he could apparate out of fairly easily. Leaving her to her fate and probably death. He knew what would happen if any of the Death Eaters were to find out. 

He could do it....leave right now. 

Cursing under his breath he unholistered his wand and raised it. “Turn around.” he said quietly. “Grit your teeth. I have to make it look good.”