#ofweaknessandtemptation

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Even though the sun was already setting and drenching the horizon in crimson colors, humin heat was still blasting through the lands, setting ablaze every living thing it came across. It was right in the middle of summer, and which better time would there be to hunt for chills right in the middle of pathetic muggle environment? Forcing their way through thick, dying grasses, thorny bushes and barb wire fences, the two young adults finally could lay eyes upon a mere ruin of what seemed like it once was a prosperous and flourishing building, harboring people who were said to be mad. But now, behind that crooked sign, there was just a dirty old building, covered in ivy, moss and dirt.“Your cowardice will one day get the better of you, Albus.”,  the platinum haired man teased. Plus, which dangers could there even be? They were no narrow-minded muggles, nothing here should really be able to scare them. Nevertheless, he payed close attention, were it just to comfort his friend. A swift flicker of his wand was enough, not even words needed, to untwine the fence so that both of them could easily pass. The atmosphere didn’t change on the other side, so he moved on, stepped closer towards the building. “We could make this our headquarters, as nobody will ever come here. Of course we will cast protection spells to hide it in plain sight.”

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He should have known that it wasn’t his greatest idea to try his hands on the muggle way of preparing dinner. Still, much to his misunderstanding, Albie was so fond of muggles that he wanted to give it a try. Collecting the ingredients by hand, carfully measuring the seasonings, mixing them together, pre heating the stove, all of that proved to be more complicated than he had anticipated. 

Nevertheless, in the end he was able to serve a plate of stew made out of potatoes, different vegetables and maybe a little bit too much salt. Why did that huge amount have to spill out of the salt tin after all? It was nothing but troublesome, and he swore to never cook the muggle way again. 

Gilbert let his friend try the stew at first, eagerly watching him and awaiting his initial reactions. But the face he made was not one that was utterly pleased by perfect taste.

𝕴 𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖓 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖆 𝖉𝖞𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕻𝖍𝖔𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖝

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    “Intriguing? Tastes like piss,” Percival huffed. Why did people like eating them? For the after-effects, he supposed. Aside from the strange throbbing sensation of the world around him, Percival had to admit... he didn’t feel half bad. “I don’t think my brain has ever felt so light... Ever.” Alcohol made it fuzzy, but not light. Coffee made it clearer, but took away none of the weight that Percival’s mind seemed to carry. He’d never noticed it before, not until he now realised how light it could be. “If you’re growing old, so am I, and I refuse to admit that.”

His knee didn’t hurt either. That was a first. Ever since Grindelwald, nothing had made his knee feel completely alright. Percival could definitely get used to that. Maybe he should retire, become a junkie and live out what he had left of his life in a drug-induced bliss... No, he’d get bored too quickly. Not even hallucinogens could keep that itch to get out and do something with his life from surfacing.

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