#srynotsry

He’s kicked the covers off in his sleep, and now the air is chill on his damp skin. One searching hand finds a corner and tugs it back over himself, rolling onto his side as he does so that he can gather a big fold in his arms and curl up around it, nuzzling into the soft fabric.

“Tacitus?” Romina’s voice calls softly, concerned. Was he making noise in his sleep again? “I’m okay,” he calls back, but his voice wobbles. His cousin appears in the doorway, elegant and beautiful as ever, amber eyes warm above her dappled cheeks. He smiles weakly at her, and she smiles back as she sways across the room to sit beside him on the bed. “Bad dreams?” “Yes...” “Do you want to talk about it?” “I, uh, don’t really remember it...” He shakes his head. “That’s alright. It was just a dream.” “Mmhm.” Will you stay? he wants to ask. But he’s too old to need someone to watch him while he sleeps.

She scooches back on the bed so that her feet dangle and she’s close against the tangle of his limbs and the covers. One hand strokes gently across his forehead and into his hair, firm enough to flatten the bristles against his head. “Shall I stay?” He nods gratefully under her hand. And after a minute when she hasn’t left, he uncurls so that he can hug close against her back. “I’m here as long as you need.” He lets his eyes slide closed and the tension in his shoulders releases.

Everything is okay.

And then he wakes up to cold and darkness.

He sits up, reaching for comfort that isn’t there as if he could catch the fading red-gold light in his shaking fingers. “C-cousin...” He can still hear his name in her voice as if she were right here. Like she never died. Like he never lost himself.

His eyes fill up with tears in the dark. He tangles his fingers in the thin blanket to keep them from shaking. The chym-laden air is a familiar sting in the back of his throat. Homesickness is too heavy in his chest, he thinks it’s going to crush him. Desperately he flops back down on the mat and screws his eyes shut tight. If he could only drop back into the dream.... But he knows it’s too late. It’s gone.

I stood on the marble staircase in front of a great door. I wasn't able to look in the room behind it, but I knew that the doors led to the Great Hall. Jacob, my brother, told me everything about it. I could imagine how beautiful it was. In front of the door stood Professor McGonagall, a teacher at the school of witchcraft and wizardry... Hogwarts. She told me and the other stundents around me something about Hogwarts and the four houses. Ravenclaw, Huffelpuff, Gryffindor and Slytherin.

I wasn't actually sure in which house I would belong, but my parents thought that I am a 100% [Hogwarts House]. Well, my brother was in [Hogwarts House] and really proud of it, but he also got many detentions and lost many house points. He changed so much at this school and I think, it's the school's fault that my brother disappeared. Rumours said that my brother got crazy and that he worked for the dark wizard Lord Voldemort, but I can't believe that. Jacob wouldn't do something like this and he also didn't get mad.

However, now it's my turn. My parents don't know about my plan, but I am here to find the Cursed Vaults and to find my brother. I am sure that he is in great danger otherwise he wouldn't go without a word and leave me alone. That's not him. I was lost in my thoughts, but Rowan Khanna, a girl in my year, hit me in the ribs, so i realised that the other students went to the big door in front of us.

Professor McGonagall opened the door and I got a first look into the Great Hall. It was a big room with four long tables for the four houses and candles were flying through the Hall. At the end of the Hall stood a long table for the teachers and infront of it stood a chair with a old hat on it.

It was a strange feeling to walk through the Great Hall for the first time in my life. All pupils turned their faces to us and I got really nervous. My brother was kind of famous in Hogwarts and I am not proud what he did sometimes, but I hope that I can live kind of peacfully here and without the rumours and everything. But I saw that many people at the [Hogwarts House] table recocnized me and they started to whisper. Maybe Jacob told them about me years ago, but I wasn't sure. I tried to ignore this and looked back to the front, where the teachers were.

After we arrived at the front, we stood in front of the chair. Professor McGonagall stood beside the chair and the hat began to sing about the four houses. Then she reached for the hat holding a long roll of parchment.

"When I call your name, you will sit on the stool and put on the hat to be sorted.", she said.

"Penny Haywood."

A beautiful girl with long blond hair walked to the stool and then the hat shouted "HUFFLEPUFF!"

The Hufflepuff table bursted into applause and Penny walked to them, grinning.

"Charlie Weasley"

"GRYFFINDOOOOR"

"Merula Snyde"

"SLYTHERIN"

"MC"

Now it was my turn. I was so nervous and my hands were shaking. I heard loud whisper behind me and even the teachers starred at me and started to talk to the teachers next to them. I swallowed and tried to conzentrate. Jacob's past caught up with me on the first day.

Then Professor McGonagall placed the hat on my head and suddenly I heart him speak, but it seemed that I was the only one who could hear it.

"Well, well, well. Jacob's sibling... Hmm, difficult. Very difficult. There's talent, oh yes and I see. Not a bad mind, either. Plenty of courage... You have a brave and loyal heart. You're ambitious and intelligent... But where do I put you?"

Around me everything went silent. I actually didn't remember how long i sat on the stool, but it seemed like forever.And then suddenly and unexpected the hat shouted "[HOGWARTS HOUSE]!"

MARRIED LIFE: JULIAN ARMSTRONG & KENNA WARREN

leaves their dirty clothes on the floor: Julian. For-fucking-SURE. After a long night of making rounds, coming home at dawn, too out of wits to find hamper, a mass of black fabric is probably always on the floor. But they both know by the time he wakes up in the afternoon, he’ll take care of it.

forgets to run the dish washer: Trick question— they ain’t got one. They’d agree that it was a waste of money and hydro and just wash the dishes as they go.

pumps gas for the car: Julian just for the sole purpose of flashing her his nutsack in the rearview or something LOL.

drives when they’re going somewhere: Julian. Though Kenna may be a thug, she’s still a princess. A thug cinderella. 👏 THUGERELLA. 👏

rearranges the furniture: Kenna. It probably takes him a day or two to realize that something is different, unless Kenna gives him a smack up the arm when he doesn’t comment on it out the gate.

falls asleep with the TV on: Kenna, while waiting up for him to come home. He probably finds her there a couple times a week, and it’s only then he shows her his unintentional, unadorned tenderness; a blanket lain, a kiss to a forehead. Even married he still struggles to show affection unless the other person is unconscious LOL.

gets to use the bathroom first: Julian. He’s in and out in less than five, and though Kenna is quick, she’s still got that blonde mane to tame.

decides the temperature for the ac/heater: Kenna. Julian’s a cold blooded fuck, he can’t tell whether its hot or cold for shit!

sets up holiday decorations: Neither. It’ll be Christmas Even and they’ll stare blankly into the corner of the living room where their tree is supposed to go, and just look at each other like– ‘Is there something missing?’

leaves the lights on: It doesn’t feel like either of them would, but if it had to be one or the other, Kenna. Julian loves dark rooms so much, he probably never turns them on to begin with.

uses the bathroom with the door open: Julian, just to piss her off. Or flash her another nut.

fixes the plumbing (or calls the plumber): It’s a team effort because they’re both too cheap to call a plumber. #bonnie&clyde. (’:

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