Her hands clutch the Styrofoam cup as if it were an anchor, a feeble attempt at steadying it from her bouncing leg. Because that she couldn’t work on right now, trying to still muddled thoughts and pounding head, nervousness and worry and shame written on delicate features. She didn’t know if she should be here.

The smell of cheap instant coffee filled the air, and she hissed as said cheap instant coffee spilled over the brim of the cup she was holding, thin and watered down, but caffeinated; an attempt at normalcy. In the corner, near a folding table stacked with brochures and pamphlets, and the little name tags that you got at the muggle markets, was a large sign that saidWerewolves Welcome. A small, wizened woman with scars across her face sat there next to a stiff Ministry official, a man who looked as if he’d rather be anywhere else.

This is the first place they’d told her to go when she’d gone to the Ministry to register – a mandatory support and anger management group, a small step in the direction of progress towards werewolf acceptance. She hadn’t felt very accepted when the witch had slipped her the card, a look of disgust mixed with fear in her eyes.

She supposed she’d have to get used to that – the redhead was fresh off her first full moon, all aching muscles and new wounds. More scars to add to he collection; she wondered briefly if these would eclipse her brand.

This was not much of a job, but it was something. Remus had been doing this for years. he’d been going to every meeting since graduating Hogwarts. Four times a year, werewolves of the UK and Ireland  gathered in this utterly normal space. It was laughable really. This room was so normal. The reason for the meeting was not. 

In truth this was just part of his job. He was supposed to travel around, checking on the other werewolves and making sure they were safe (they were okay). With the rise of You-Know-Who it was a dangerous time. Some pureblooded wizards, not in league with You-Know-Who, did not like the different (and werewolves were definitely different). Some werewolves were tired of being treated like second-class citizens and were actually joining You-Know-Who. 

So yeah, Remus’s job included stopping more from joining ranks. What a laugh. He found, in most cases, werewolves did what they wanted to do. For Remus the patrols (no matter what there were for) were unsettling. It felt like he was spying on them. He felt like he was a pawn chosen to keep control. These meetings, too, seemed like a means to keep control. At the very least they were a means to keep tabs on UK and Ireland’s werewolf population. 

Normally nothing new happened at these meetings. Very rarely did anyone new come (maybe a one or two each time). But this meeting was different for two reasons. One, a dozen new ones came; that happened last time too. The increase was unsettling. Two, the last to arrive was a familiar face from long ago. 

He left Fiona to her business. She didn’t like these meetings any more than he did. The difference between the two of them was that she wasn’t good at hiding her disgust at attending. Joining Lily, he sat down and pulled a packet of hot cocoa powder. “It makes the coffee taste better,” he offered with a wry smile. “Chocolate helps....” He didn’t quite know how to say it, so he gestured to himself. 

REMUS  SAID  NOTHING  .  hand  around  the  glass  that  lily  had  given  him  , the  drink  half-finished  &&  the  bottle  sitting  between  them  as  they  had  spoke  .  or  not  spoke  .  he  had  found  it  difficult  to  open  his  mouth  .  then  dipped  his  head  .  swallowing  down  the  needles  that  PRICKLED  at  his  throat  &&  sat  uncomfortably  in  his  gullet  .  ‘  i  was  never  expecting  anyone  to  ever  love  me  lily  .  ’  he  said  .  ‘  that’s  not  -  ’  he  became  frustrated  ,  given  that  that  wasn’t  what  he  really  meant  .  but  it’s  not  what  came  out  of  his  mouth  .

‘  i  MEAN  -  ’  he  sighed  .  ‘  i  don’t  need  it  .  i  didn’t  think  it  would  HAPPEN  for  me  .  ’  he  paused  ,  shook  his  head  &&  raised  his  glass  .  ‘  i  love  them  too  .  i  do  .  i  just  don’t  know  what  to  do  now  .  ’  ||  meme ||  closed  ||  @unpvre

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Ivon Gruber had thought he’d OUTGROWN staring contests long ago. & yet here he was his eyes LOCKED with another pair of green that gave even HIS a run for their money.

He’d be lying if he didn’t say his initial interest was due to the fact that she vaguely resembled his most manipulative & DESTRUCTIVE ex-girlfriend.

(Lacey Barnett. A bitch like no other but he had LEARNED the hedonism he now bathed in so frequently from HER, HONED it to suit his DESIRES & he couldn’t deny he was having MUCH more fun. He still remembered the faint taste of CHERRY lips mixed with the salt of his own tears wrought from BETRAYAL before the SICKLY sweet whisper of “You should TRY it... VONNIE,” wormed into his ear.

He HAD sipped from the TAINTED glass she’d offered. & now he would NEVER stop getting his fill.)

“WELL. I’m assuming you  LIKE what you see,” he drawled, before sipping at his pineapple juice.

(He didn’t really have an APPETITE for most human foods nowadays but PINEAPPLE had always been his favourite fruit & he found it had quiet a few UNEXPECTED benefits when eaten over a period of time.)

He knew even talking to her like THIS was DANGEROUS. 

Lily. Potter. Was. MARRIED. To another well known & well RESPECTED wizard. Perhaps he should’ve CARED more. (However, he did not.)

There was SOMETHING about her that drew him in. There was NO lack of beautiful & ACCESSIBLE older women in THIS very bar & he hadn’t glanced ONCE at any of them. The long shared gaze between them made TWO things very clear to him.

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Female:

Hermione Granger - Harry Potter

Minerva McGonagall - Harry Potter

Granny Weatherwax - Discworld

Susan Sto Helit - Discworld

Jane Eyre - Jane Eyre

Male:

Marius de Romanus - The Vampire Chronicles

Lord Vetinari - Discworld

Samuel Vimes - Discworld

Archchancellor Ridcully - Discworld

Drunken Confession Meme | Accepting.

send me a 🍻+ the question you want to ask my muse for a tipsy, drunken ( honest ) answer.

The only thing that stopped Alastor from snorting at her question was the cold shiver that ran down his spine. He’d kept up the charade for so long, had managed to convince them all that he was powerful, clever, fearless enough—the consummate survivor. Oh, they knew he couldn’t be, of course they did; but it was so good to believe in something. So he’d turned himself into someone they could hang all their hopes on, and for years now he’d carried the weight of them on his shoulders.

But there was so little hope to go around these days, and yet the burden hadn’t lessened…

“Ye cannae git scairt if ye’re awready terrified aw th’ time.”

His words were clipped, syllables tight, as if they’d struggled to come up his dry throat. How many nights had they spent like this, keeping watch while the rest slept uneasily, dulling their pain with alcohol even as they clutched the sober-up potion, ready to go at the slightest hint of movement outside?

He scoffed at the arrogance of this woman – this mudblood – who had the audacity to believe that she belonged in a such a magical space as Diagon Alley. 

“ ‘Guess you missed the memo, huh?” Billy called to her from across the street, loudly, “the Dark Lord’s winning the war and your kind aren’t welcome here anymore.”

“He HIT me. I hit him back  HARDER,” was Severus’ only explanation of the other boy currently rolling away in AGONY from him, his face covered by his arms.

A non-committal SNIFF of a BLOODIED (probably broken) nose as Severus CAREFULLY flexed his arm. SATISFIED that he could move it without too much PAIN he straightened from his slight crouch.

“Don’t get me wrong, Lils. I LOVE fighting but this is the THIRD asshole this week...”