#wilkestrange

Sophia’s point of view, based on this drabble. 

everyone who has barely met sophia, is aware of the fact that she rarely sleeps at night. most people don’t even know the reason behind it, but they don’t need to. nonetheless, there she is, lying on her bed; her eyes closed shut, pretending to be asleep. but not even the clumsiest eye would fall for it. she has always been terrified of silence, bit that’s all she’s got now. 

poor little sixteen year old girl, closing her eyes in the dark, quiet and waiting for something to happen. tormented by her own thoughts, tormented by her own memories. she wishes she couldn’t remember. the bottle of firewhiskey from only a few hours ago, the laughter, his charming eyes set on her lips, her mouth curving up in a smirk. it had started out as a game. that endless game they played. he pushed, she pulled, she teased, he teased back. it wasn’t supposed to mean anything. they were best friends. and sophia didn’t really know the meaning of that word; because he was the realest friend she had, and now it was all ruined. 

there are footsteps outside the door and she knows. rabastan lestrange has come back. does he want more? does he want to ask her what’s impossible for her to give? before he even starts talking, she’s already behind the frame, leaning her back against the wooden surface, her eyes still closed trying so hard to make everything around her disappear; even his voice. 

“I’m sorry” he says. he claims he doesn’t need them to be more than friends. he’s sorry about kissing her, about telling her how he felt. he’s sorry about the things she can’t give to him. he doesn’t need to hold her hand, to wrap his arms around her in front of everyone, to kiss her under the rain or under the moonlight; to dance with her at every gala, all night. “I can fancy you and still just be your friend --- I promise.”

but she can’t. because he wasn’t the only one who had kissed that night. she had kissed back. and he wasn’t the only one that had imagined a future, she had done it too. and it terrifies her. it terrifies her to ruin everything they have, but most of all it scares her to have him the way she wants only to lose him afterwards. she can’t afford to lose rabastan. not now, not ever. so she stays quiet, listening to him, one hand brushing the knob with the oh so tempting need of opening the door and embrace everything she’s feeling, embrace him. she won’t, though. that’s now who she is, that’s not who she ever will be. sophia wilkes is a coward, a shiveringly cold hidden coward. 

        “         'Cause we're young and we're r e c k l e s s                          We'll take this way too far                          It'll leave you b r e a t h l e s s                          Or with a nasty scar;                      ” 

there's two of us, we're bristling with d e s i r e the pleasure's pain and fire                                                     burn me so come on i'll take you on, take you on i ache for love, ache for us why don't you come, don't you come a little c l o s e r so come on now strike the match, strike the match now          we're a perfect match, perfect somehow we were meant for one another                                             come a little closer

Wanweird - An unhappy fate. 

Mrs. Wilkes’ body fell like a puppet. 

She wasn’t going to parade around the manor any longer, during Christmas parties or afternoon teas. The life hadn’t abandoned her completely, though. She had made sure of that. With her wand still gripped firmly, she whispered the word one more time and her mother started to contort in pain. Tough little thing, she thought. Now she knew where she got it from. It was only until Olivia Wilkes became unconscious and started looking like a corpse, that Sophia snapped out of her trance and realised what she had done. How far she had gone this time. 

She had always been afraid of her own mind, of the fire that threatened to consume her from the inside and this time her fears had turned into a reality. Control had been lost completely. Mrs. Wilkes was a respected member of society and she herself was just starting to escalate. Her reputation was and had always been questionable and she didn’t even have her Dark Mark yet. No one could find out about this, otherwise it was going to be her ruin. 

Desperation started to get to her. She couldn’t ask her cousin for help, they were family, there was no way she could drag him into it. Her mind went to Rabastan, as always. And she realised she had signed a death sentence for them. 

She had once told him that she was going to be in love with him forever, and now it was her turn to fulfil that implicit promise. She needed to love him enough to let him go. To allow him to live his life without constant fear and danger. She had to love him enough to set him free. 

So she did the only thing she knew how to do, went to the only place she knew how to go, to the only person who was sadistic enough to change one life for a another. The letter flew quickly and before she knew it, he was there in front of her; looking down at the unconscious body with his characteristic smirk. 

Does anyone else find incredibly funny that Rabastan Lestrange is actually a mistress?

I think we all knew Sophia Yaxley was going to get bored of sleeping with her own husband eventually. But if she is indeed back to her old ways, has anyone wonder how Rabastan Lestrange can be so blind to take back a woman who clearly doesn’t belong to him? Poor thing, I believe he needs help with all his addictions. 

He’s head over heels for a married woman who’s a) married to someone who looks like an angel but is probably a complete psychopath and b) who has slept with every single man in two countries and probably more. I wouldn’t say he has a death wish, I would say he’s plain dumb. Too bad. He has such a nice face. I guess perfection is really a fantasy. Myself aside, of course.