#wolfwithin

@wolfwithin sent: 🗡

the first years are greeted by nagini's draconic song, soaring above the great lake; kissed by the gentle moonlight, emerald scales appeared nigh black, only slitted rubies glint in the night like two pits of fire. the gargantuan she-beast appears and the children involuntarily show their courage, some screamed, ducked deep / others cheered. the faceless dragon guarding hogwarts having long since become nagini.

the dragon circled them thrice before disappearing into the night, defeaning wingbeats growing more distant each passing second. a gentle ghost of a smile kissed handsome features, slytherin's heir never growing weary of the sight. new students begining their journey of learning, and seven years pass so quickly, once an emergent witch or wizard, then bordering into adulthood, carving a path for themselves. and gaunt remained in lithic halls, never aging a day.

remus was watching enraptured as the report came from kingsley's mouth , but he would not deny that his eyes drifted , just ever so often , to the bright pink haired witch to kingsley's left . his expression remained still , but he couldn't help it . his chest felt tight every time she caught his eye . but then , he felt a hand curl around his own && give it a SQUEEZE . glancing around to inspect lyra carefully . she looked anxious , her eyes swimming slightly . her fingers curved around his hand even further , && remus squeezed in return , casting a glance towards her . he was so enraptured with his own thoughts that he had not realised the trepidation that she was clearly emanating . beside her , severus was stiff && unmoving , && remus understood immediately .

he leaned forward , just as kingsley had finished && whispered . ❝ there is no shame in finding love in dark times , ❞ he assured her . ❝ find it && hold ONTO it . ❞ // @wolfwithin

"I've been told that my entire life thanks." There's a hard look in Harry's green eyes, his fingers clenching his wand so tightly that he's sure there's going to be red marks. The young wizard is furious, and he'd never been very good at hiding his temper when he's angry.

&&&. porcelain fingers provide little contrast to the dainty china they raise to immaculately painted lips. even the press against the rim would not dare smudge the cosmetic. narcissa does not need the money she could gain by selling the charms she uses to preseve her presentation; the air of being untouchable is far more valuable.

"i appreciate you making the time to see me, healer reed."

the faint scent of medicinal herbs stings her nostrils; it has been some years since narcissa has set food inside the medical ward at hogwarts. even when she attended, it was rare she found herself needing the services of a healer. several of her own hexes had placed others in the ward.

"as i'm sure you are aware, our family has had some troubling experiences recently. i have been in touch with severus regarding draco's academic performance, and he recommended i speak to you. he thought you might be able to provide some insight as to his welfare in other areas."

The potion bubbled softly in the corner. He had checked its surface—now silvery, with pale strands swirling through it. It would be ready in a matter of hours. More precisely, at daybreak.

Candlelight flickered against the cavernous walls, stretching shadows over the towering stacks of books, each meticulously placed in its designated corner. The faint, intricate patterns on the worn rug at the center of the room were barely visible in the dim glow.

"Debts… Have you made an oath?" His voice was quiet, but edged with something unreadable. If this was merely a matter of misguided sentiment—some foolish notion that she owed a favor—that was one thing. But if she had bound herself to another, if a promise had been made in blood or magic, that was something else entirely. And he knew precisely how such things tended to unravel.

"I’d advise you—though I doubt you’d listen. You never do." A pause, a faint curl of his lip. "But let it go." Simple advice. And yet, he could already predict the response—some stubborn, self-righteous declaration of principle, of honor. As if such things had ever saved anyone.

"Are you in trouble?" His dark gaze flickered toward her, unreadable. "The potion will be done soon. But beyond that—" his voice dropped, just slightly, "is there something else?"

             BUTTERFLY STRETCHES ITS WINGS       .           flutters through the sky without a regard for the sun’s warmth.   if it is to burn him,   so be it.  author moves his hands,   strokes a lock of blond hair from his own face     (     leaves a smudge of lilac ink in finger’s wake.   )      ❝  oh     DARLING      !       you and me both know that  when   i have something to say,   i will not be silenced.  ❞   laughter fills the space around them,   a hand reaching out to her,   ignoring stained fingertips in favour of dropping it almost instantly.  patting the cushion at his side.