#sinisteraugurey

honestly, udyati just tried to stay afloat in the sea of students, ever changing, ever shifting, as best she could with the meagre tools that she had been given. (which came down to: write down everything! and focus on bite sized pieces of homework and the study process!)  

it’s not that she wanted to be envious of rose granger-weasley, it’s just that---man, what udyati wouldn’t give to be able to breeze through school like rose did.

does your muse believe in soulmates?

Actually, he would believe in soulmates. I think he knows he is something special. Bad but special. I think he does have a grand sense of himself but he isn’t wrong. Which is why he believed in the prophecy so strongly. He always seems to be driven by fate or grander sense. I think he just would take having a soulmate a part of his divine nature. 

Tho like that poor person. Imagine hearing you have a soulmate and end up with this nut case. XD 

The last time Harry saw Draco Malfoy was for his trials, then after that it's as if the blond disappeared from the magical world. There use to be a time where Harry would scour the news for Malfoy's face and read the articles. Taking most, if not all, with a grain of salt. He felt pity for his old rival, in some ways they had been one and the same, just on different sides of the war. It had taken him a few therapy sessions and some long thinking to get to that conclusion though. After that life had seemed to sweep him away, he saw less and less of Malfoy on the news until he didn't see anything at all. Life for Harry after had been- normal, hectic but normal. (as normal as child solider could ever feel) He went back to school due to Hermione's nagging but once he graduated he felt lost. Everyone was telling him what they wanted him to be and he didn't want to do any of it. He didn't know what he wanted to do, but he knew he was tired of being their poster boy.

Was it surprising to any of them when he would disappear for days on end? He'd rather wander the streets of London then to stay in the wizarding world where he was bombarded by letters, fans, and the like. They treated him like a god, a being that could do no wrong when he knew well enough he had done so much wrong. That was why, in that moment when he heard that voice, a voice he hadn't heard in three years, he moved towards, it curiosity burning his insides. He sounded tired, yet fond, a tone of voice he couldn't remember Malfoy ever using.

                 he’s    made    quite    a    point    of    ignoring    her    texts,    even    the    one    sent    fifteen    minutes    before    he    pulled    up    in    front    of    her    house,    some    suburb    on    the    side    of    town    he    just    about    knows    well    enough    to    navigate    without    a    map.    not    like    prokopenko    has    much    else    to    do,    anyways.    he’s    spent    a    good    portion    of    the    evening    wandering    aimlessly    within    the    confines    of    his    four    bedroom    walls    to    prevent    himself    from    following    the    inexplicable    urge    to    WANDER    toward    the    horizon.    the    artificial    thrum    of    his    engine    cuts    into    it,    but    only    sort    of,    just    a    dip    into    the    surface    tension,    reminding    him    that,    if    nothing    else    is    left,    there    are    still    classes    to    show    up    for    on    monday    morning.    pills    do    it    better.    

                  there’s    a    silhouette    —    definitely    not    delphi’s    —    against    the    warmly    lit    window    at    the    front    of    the    house.    probably    her    dad,    or    something.    whoever    it    is    isn’t    someone    he    wants    to    talk    to.    besides,    someone    like    him    might    burst    into    flames    upon    crossing    the    threshold    of    a    house    like    that,    nothing    FLASHY    nor    anything    DERELICT    about    it,    just    painfully,    dreadfully,    normal.    (    he    might    have    fit    in    here    once.    not    anymore.    )