| WHO: Rhys & Juliet Nott WHAT: WHOA WHEN: September 1, 1997. Evening, following the twins' return to school. WHERE: London, England |
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09 August 2011 @ 12:16 am
September 1, 1997
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30 July 2011 @ 09:44 pm
Battle of Hogwarts! May 2nd, 1998
He and Odette had split up, and as Noah watched the Astronomy Tower of Hogwarts begin to crumble, it sank deeper into his gut that it might've been the last time he'd seen his wife. He might not even see his son, or daughter by the end of this night, and Noah took a deep breath before following the crowd of what seemed like the good guys down a corridor. Devastation. It was all he could see. There were portraits still burning on the walls, Peeves was dropping pieces of rubble on the attackers, screaming, shouting, spells and jinxes and----children, children lying dead on the floor. Noah wasn't sure how he was able to move as fast as he was, but---but the worry that Terry was one of those lifeless bodies on the floor----Anna shouldn't be here, she should've left, it---- He neared the Great Hall and stopped dead in his tracks, the sight of the real raging battle exploding, nearly literally, in front of him. "---holy shit." |
22 July 2011 @ 08:15 pm
[May 1998--Ted! AU]
It's been six days since the war has ended, and so far every moment she's spent alone, when Teddy is asleep, she's been trying to clean out the house of anything that is Nymphadora's. There is a pile of plastic bags at the back door, stuffed with clothes and other things.
Right now she's staring at her own bedspread, wondering whether she ought to just burn down the entire house and be done with it. There's happy memories here, certainly, but the last year -- they haven't been happy memories in the last year. Thankfully, Teddy is asleep in the living room.
She drops down onto the floor, back against the wall, and stares at the bed.
Harry Potter has saved the world yet again.
Harry Potter has rid the universe of Voldemort (with a little help from a Black sister who finally found her way).
Harry Potter cannot, in fact, help Andromeda put her life together again. That's the unfortunate part. She has to keep hoping that Ted is all right, though, because if she doesn't keep hoping that -- well, Teddy is all she has left.
Right now she's staring at her own bedspread, wondering whether she ought to just burn down the entire house and be done with it. There's happy memories here, certainly, but the last year -- they haven't been happy memories in the last year. Thankfully, Teddy is asleep in the living room.
She drops down onto the floor, back against the wall, and stares at the bed.
Harry Potter has saved the world yet again.
Harry Potter has rid the universe of Voldemort (with a little help from a Black sister who finally found her way).
Harry Potter cannot, in fact, help Andromeda put her life together again. That's the unfortunate part. She has to keep hoping that Ted is all right, though, because if she doesn't keep hoping that -- well, Teddy is all she has left.
21 July 2011 @ 01:26 am
Amery! [March 1981, AU]
She was tired of this. Very tired.
You would think, being so constantly worn out as Ophelia was these days, that she would have gotten used to it by now... but she hadn't. This feeling never let up, never got any better, and she never... adapted, or whatever one was expected to do when their husband turned up dead, was found out to be a Death Eater and they were left with a five month-old baby to raise alone. Was there any way to simply transform after that kind of a life-altering event? Or were all widows just like her; sitting holed up at home, stuck to their child's side 24 hours a day and being generally depressed and pathetic like there was nothing left for them in the world?
Maybe not, if they felt like there was something left. Truth be told, Ophelia was certainly not one of those people. She had Anastasiya, of course, the only thing keeping her going when she felt she was running on fumes, but even the child was little solace. At the worst moment, a glance down into the blue eyes of the baby girl would send a jolt of memories through her, reminding her just how much had been lost, and it was back to square one. It was back to locking herself behind the bedroom door, clutching a pillow and letting the tears flow as if she had buried him only yesterday.
She kept going, though... She always put the pillow down, always came back out and always took Anya into her arms again and held her close, because no matter how upset, no matter how tired she got, she had to withstand. Smoothing a hand over the tiny head of blonde hair, she reminded herself that if life had been unfair to anyone, it was this baby. She would grow up without a father, with people telling her that her father had died a murderer, and for that reason, persevering even through the worst of times was everything.
Still, she thought as she leaned her head drowsily back against the back of the grand rocking chair, it was the hardest thing... to do all of this alone.
You would think, being so constantly worn out as Ophelia was these days, that she would have gotten used to it by now... but she hadn't. This feeling never let up, never got any better, and she never... adapted, or whatever one was expected to do when their husband turned up dead, was found out to be a Death Eater and they were left with a five month-old baby to raise alone. Was there any way to simply transform after that kind of a life-altering event? Or were all widows just like her; sitting holed up at home, stuck to their child's side 24 hours a day and being generally depressed and pathetic like there was nothing left for them in the world?
Maybe not, if they felt like there was something left. Truth be told, Ophelia was certainly not one of those people. She had Anastasiya, of course, the only thing keeping her going when she felt she was running on fumes, but even the child was little solace. At the worst moment, a glance down into the blue eyes of the baby girl would send a jolt of memories through her, reminding her just how much had been lost, and it was back to square one. It was back to locking herself behind the bedroom door, clutching a pillow and letting the tears flow as if she had buried him only yesterday.
She kept going, though... She always put the pillow down, always came back out and always took Anya into her arms again and held her close, because no matter how upset, no matter how tired she got, she had to withstand. Smoothing a hand over the tiny head of blonde hair, she reminded herself that if life had been unfair to anyone, it was this baby. She would grow up without a father, with people telling her that her father had died a murderer, and for that reason, persevering even through the worst of times was everything.
Still, she thought as she leaned her head drowsily back against the back of the grand rocking chair, it was the hardest thing... to do all of this alone.
06 April 2011 @ 11:32 pm
Quidditch Cup time in 1968
Hmm apparently Ravenclaw and Gryffidor pay for the Quidditch cup today. Perhaps I'll go... If I can find a good book to read.
04 April 2011 @ 10:03 pm
Second day of summer, 1971.
I live in a box.
Today I cut out a window so that I have something to look out while I am waiting for the rain to stop, because it is London and that is all it fucking does in London, evidently.
Today I cut out a window so that I have something to look out while I am waiting for the rain to stop, because it is London and that is all it fucking does in London, evidently.
02 February 2011 @ 10:25 pm
Rian loved the back to school rush of Diagon Alley. He wasn't a big fan of crowds or snippy mothers who couldn't control their young children, but the rush of excitement and promise in air made it worth it. It made him nostalgic for when he was in school, getting ready for September first, buying all your supplies and then sneaking away from the parents to go meet your friends or girlfriend. Rian was never a troublemaker in that sense but it was still a last sense of freedom before the school year started. He didn't have any children of his own so trips to the Alley were infrequent during this week, but once in a great while he found himself there during the school rush.
Like now. Only now was more of a requirement. As part of an idea (his, actually, tossed out at a boring office meeting) to help students get a head start on caring for their pets (especially the muggleborns) and how to use owls. Since it was his idea, he got the short straw in having to set up at the Magical Menagerie with demonstrations on how to care for the animals and to teach the children and answer questions for their parents. Public speaking really wasn't his thing, but with his last name, people just assumed he was a natural teacher like his father. He wasn't, but talking to kids wasn't much different than training a puppy. Except for the questions, there were always questions.
Rian was sorting through some of favor bags, filed with fliers and owl treats when someone tapped him on the shoulder, and he turned around to face a tiny blond woman. "Er...hello," Rian blinked.
12 December 2010 @ 01:34 am
December 1, 1998
The first snow of the season! Finally!
It is definitely time to take out all of the snow gear. I have a feeling snow forts, snowmen and snowangels will be occupying the front yard very soon.
Does anyone have a delicious hot chocolate recipe? I know four mouths that would especially love it...
It is definitely time to take out all of the snow gear. I have a feeling snow forts, snowmen and snowangels will be occupying the front yard very soon.
Does anyone have a delicious hot chocolate recipe? I know four mouths that would especially love it...
11 December 2010 @ 10:34 pm
November 27, 1998
Who: Marissa Macfusty and Charlie Weasley
What: >>;
Where: The Leaky, then Marissa's hermit-shack
( Maybe that was the reason that they never seemed to stay here long. )
What: >>;
Where: The Leaky, then Marissa's hermit-shack
( Maybe that was the reason that they never seemed to stay here long. )