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cursebreaker-fenwick​:

Benjy never liked to be in the middle of the Patil family. He loved to learn from the best and Yash was exactly that. Mr Patil had taught him to be cautious and curious, and to treat every curse like the unique thing it was, because as no two wizards hit charms and hexes the same way, curses were even far more complex; they didn’t only drove from the casters power but their intention and that was hard to assess if you didn’t have the years of experience Mr Yash had.

However, in teaching him, and so many like him, it felt like he had neglected his son. The one that actually carried his na,e even if not his legacy. And coming from a loving family he didn’t exactly understood how you could be so closed to your apprentices and not your own blood.

He liked Arun, he was nice, and it was fun to talk to him and catch up. Not only about his mentor but about the Auror as well. “So, he’s telling you as much as he did when he was in Britain?” he teased taking a sip from his tea, “Does he still hex small objects to hit you if you get something wrong? Because I don’t thin his fellow researchers would appreciate that.”

Arun knew, rationally, that Benjy wasn’t at fault for anything that happened between him and his father, but somehow, he still felt a little jealousy about the connection the other man seemed to share with his father. It was ridiculous, he realized, to still be craving his father’s approval, but Arun had never expected that he was going to be anything but a nuisance. He, frankly, had gotten comfortable with knowing that he was never going to have that kind of relationship with his father, and seeing Benjy was just like picking at a scab. 

He forced himself to let go of that nagging annoyance in the back of his mind, letting out a slow breath and curving his lips into a crooked smile. He wanted to find these things charming, but it was difficult to think of his father’s idiosyncrasies fondly, but he had to remember it was different for people who could actually walk away. 

“I’d imagine he is,” Arun replied with a soft snort. “He’s never been the kind of person to use his words over his wand.” It was a trait he had passed on to Arun, though Arun never actually wanted to admit that there was anything he had picked up from his father.

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fxtesaligned​:

“That is something,” he muttered, eyes leaving Arun, falling down to the tank in between them. Death made most people uncomfortable. For Peter, it was the comforting of others that made him uncomfortable. He was never good at offering any sort of real help or advice. Or even just something nice to help the other through some rough times. Perhaps it was because he too had experienced someone he loved dying that he knew nothing he could say would make any bit of difference. Or that death was something nobody could honestly mentally process. It felt like a sham any time he’d hear something about heaven or hell or even the ‘meant to be’ shit. Or even better – time heals all. He supposed the statement was somewhat true. Time did help but time never allowed you to forget. 

 But Arun’s father wasn’t dead yet and thus he had some hope in the man’s recovery. He wouldn’t continue to grow these herbs for Arun if he truly believed it was a lost call. A small smile formed, glad to at least know their attempts were not for nothing. No matter how minimum the improvement was; improvement was improvement. “This kind of healing takes time. Let the magic do it’s work,” he said, offering Arun a reassuring smile. 

Perhaps he wasn’t too bad on the comforting. 

He instantly felt bad about the discomfort between them, if only because Arun never actually meant to make anyone feel pity for him. These were just the circumstances he was living in, and he was making do the best he could. Sure, it was easy to get caught up in the shittiness of it all, but Arun was always good at compartmentalizing, and he didn’t want anyone else to get sucked into the black hole that was his father’s immediate vicinity. So, he kept most people at arm’s length, not even allowing his closest friends into his family. Family was overrated, anyway. Arun was always much better off on his own, his father had proven that since the day he had dropped Arun off halfway across the world and forgotten about him. 

“I know. It’s really not that bad.” Arun tried to sound reassuring, but it didn’t quite come across that way—mostly because his voice generally stayed at a middling monotone. “I’ve never been particularly patient.” Arun held the box with the herbs in both hands, looking down at it for a moment before looking back up at Peter. “Thanks, again. For doing all of this.” He shook the box in his hand once before turning and wandering the perimeter of the apartment, observing the veritable menagerie of plants. “I was always shitty at herbology,” he said. “I think that’s also the patience thing.”

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suhanl​:

if suhani somehow gained the ability to travel wayback in time , the way things panned out for her right now isn’t exactly what she predicted . as much of a rulebreaker she had been around her family , for the sake of her grandmother , she assumes she would have sucked it up and married into a family as snobbish as her own . suhani didn’t exactly picture it being the kid she saw when she visited the rest of the clan back in india , one she swore she was taller than at some point , too . but even if she went back , would she even want to change how things were ? the relationship she had with the concept of marriage was one full of disdain and hesitance . hani always saw it as shackles and a shield , unnecessary at best .  a shackle to keep people down and keep them from escaping , a shield from society that everything fell under the false notion of being perfect . her parents marriage influenced it heavily too , she never saw her father look at her mother in the way arun often glanced at her . there was nothing between them , not even sparks that could become something . so cold , so distant , so empty . 

was there anything worse than being stuck with someone you didn’t even love for the rest of your life ? as safe as she felt with her husband , the ache of being left alone always made her keep her own heart at arms length from his . close , but never close enough . a safe gap between them , where she was satisfied ( for now ) with listening to the murmurs of his heart . the brunette smirks slyly , primarily to herself , with a playful scoff emitting from the back of her throat .  ʿ uh huh . sounds a lot like a certain someone i know .  ʾ  the patil household was always beautiful , as simple and vacant as it was in a sense , there were remnants of people being in it that made it a home . suhani can’t remember much of the house she grew up in , just the empty halls and endless gardens that ran on forever . quick steps take the pair to the terrace , it was her favorite part of it . a thumb runs across his larger hand , soothingly in a way she wanted to remind him she was still there .  ʿ missed me that much ??  ʾ hani teases softly , fingers feeling empty once his own unclasp from her hand .  ʿ you look so tired , arun .  ʾ her attention to the view before them is short lived as she turns her neck over to look at her husband , small frown evident on her features .  

arun and suhani understood each other in that their families had been dysfunctional at best when they were younger—it was easy enough to say that they didn’t want to be their parents, but their fumbles made it clear that was much, much easier said than done. every time arun shut down and left an argument unfinished, he saw his father’s reflection in the mirror. they were still learning as they went along, and it felt like now, they had reached a comfortable place. it was a new feeling for arun to be able to say that there was someone who would be there, through anything, no matter what happened. he hadn’t had a lot of reliable people in his life, and suhani had managed to give him the stability that he had been craving without even realizing that was what she was doing. or maybe she did—arun had a feeling that she understood a lot more about him than he had given her credit for. just because he didn’t say things out loud all the time didn’t mean that she couldn’t read him like an open book. 

he couldn’t help himself—he leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to her dimple before whispering: “yes. i did.” he was never one to load someone with lavish, flowery compliments, instead opting for quiet, simple statements that clearly conveyed what he meant. he was precise in his work, he was precise in his life, and he was definitely precise in his speech. he dragged over the overturned crate that he had been using as a table when he started feeling cooped up late at night and needed a change of pace to continue the work that he felt was constantly piling up. he forced himself to push thoughts of his to-do list from his mind. he spun his wand over his fingers once before casting a simple charm to clear any dust and dirt off the rooftop before crossing his legs and sitting down so that he was facing across the crate towards the pleasant, if crowded, view of the city over the ledge of the roof. he scooted over, making room easily for her to sit next to him. it was natural at this point. “i haven’t seen you since the last order meeting,” he said, shaking his head. “i should come home more often.” home being the apartment across town—home being wherever suhani was.

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suhanl​:

sculpted cheeks take on the shade of gentle , ripened , summer berries . her mouth nearly ached with how big her smile wanted to be , but she only let it remain small . a brief physical hesitance near the man who gave her a new last name , yet her heart was calm . no matter how much her nerves attempted to eat her up on the inside , her heart always remained calm around him . however , all attempts in withholding her bright , charming smile ( as most people said ) were futile when arun’s arms wrapped around her smaller figure . he was as warm as the sun on hot autumn days , and dangerous as it too . she could stay in that position forever . perhaps , there was nowhere safer for suhani in the world then being in the confines of his embrace .  ʿ but i did ,  ʾ and she would . time and time again , she would . hani’s ease with arun came quickly , almost unnaturally . it could have been because he wasn’t exactly ever much of a stranger ,

it could have been because of the vows they took together years ago at this point , despite how unusual their predicament was . their marriage worked out for their families before it worked out for them , and suhani was one who couldn’t say no so easily to her grandmother , who only approved of arun out of the other suitors lined up for the former shenai girl that her parents hand plucked themselves . he was the only one she wanted , too .  ʿ  terrace !  ʾ  the dimples on her cheeks deepened as a very light giggle escaped her lips , not something that usually fell off of suhani’s lips . despite being married , hani didn’t see arun as often as she would have preferred ( she’d never say it , not even to him ) with his work and the critical care her father-in-law remained in . life at the apartment wasn’t the worst it could be , but it became dull at night . no matter how bright the moon and her stars could be at night , still , it paled in comparison to arun’s mere presence . instead of as a wife , as a person , she made sure to make time to check in on him . 

he always noticed her dimples. it was silly, perhaps, to be so focused on those two little indentations in her cheeks, but it was just a gentle reminder that this was the expression he always wanted to put on her face when they were together. he loved seeing her dimples. of course, they’d had their fair share of fights—figuring out where they stood as their relationship progressed was painful, mostly because arun was terrible at being truly honest about his feelings until the words were tugged out of him. he was trying to be better about that. it seemed like their relationship was taking steps forward more quickly now, losing some of the fits and false-starts that came along with the trial and error in the months that followed their wedding. it seemed like they were doing everything backwards, but arun didn’t mind. this had always been what was expected of him, but he was never going to give in to the control of an arranged marriage without doing it his way. 

“yeah, baba insisted on having someone come and charm the rooftop so he could have a terrace year-round. the man cannot be stopped once he decides he wants something.” arun held the door open as he ushered suhani inside, his mood infinitely better now that she was here. much of the house resembled a traditional indian home, with the easy-to-clean tiles, even though the threat of dust was much lower here in east london, and the terracotta color palette for the paints on the walls and stairs. he lifted a finger to his lips as he led her up the stairs, the second floor being where his father slept and the third floor an apartment that could be rented out to a tenant but currently sat empty before they made it out onto the rooftop. he sighed in relief. he realized with a start that he hadn’t actually been outside all day. he walked up next to her, taking her hand in his and giving it a gentle squeeze. “i’m glad you’re here, suha,” he said before dropping her hand again.

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suhanl​:

nerves run amok in her very soul , butterflies soaring all over on the insides of coffee stained flesh . she shouldn’t be this nervous showing up to her father-in-law’s home , she’s seen him multiple times ( wedding included ) but each time , something builds up within her and is on the brink of unleashing itself on the world . a few deep breaths settle them quickly , long and drawn out between one and the other . suhani fixes voluminous waves that frame her chiseled features well , as if it needs much fixing in the first place ( she spends hours on it each day , no strand array ever makes it past her watchful honey eyes ) . in her small hands , clutching tightly , arun’s favorite food . most of her life , things have always been handed to suhani . on a golden plate , with golden silverware . she never had to quite worry about things , even the things she did , they were minuscule in comparison . 

while not voicing it , she sees the way her husband takes care of things , admires it frankly . it’s something she could never do , as selfish as it sounded . she loved her parents , but there was a limit to her love . an extent to how far she’d go for them . suhani would never say it , but she’d never break any tears or sweat blood in their name . she figures , they wouldn’t do it for her , anyways either . tightened knuckles knock on the front door three times , letting out a final breath as she hears the creaking of oak and there , beholding like divinity , was arun .  ʿ brought your favorite ,  ʾ hani’s smile is a small one , but genuine nonetheless . she still wasn’t entirely sure why , but seeing her husband each time felt like it was the first time all over again , even though she’d known his face all her life .  ʿ come on , let’s go eat .  ʾ eyes take in his features and a soft sigh escape her lips , content washing over her . yet she can’t shake off the vision , his eyes more sunken in and tired than she’d like them to be .

the only person arun ever expected at his father’s home was the man who dropped milk on the stoop every tuesday morning, the rest of the time the home as quiet as a mausoleum, save for the sound of the delicate machinery keeping his father alive. it was eerie, to say the least, and arun hated spending his nights in the quiet dark of the london row house, but he didn’t have any other choices. that was why he startled at the sound of knocking at the door, jumping in his seat as if he had heard a gunshot. he shook his head lightly to himself, not wanting to become the kind of person who startled at everything like that, putting a hand over his heart before pushing his chair back from the table with a scrape of wood against tile to answer the door. his wand—14 inches, black walnut, white river monster spine, sturdy—just a flick of his fingertips away from his reach. it was always better to be safe than sorry, after all. 

upon opening the door, however, his posture immediately relaxed as he realized who it was. he and suhani had an unconventional relationship to say the least, with arun wearing his wedding ring religiously but rarely having the kind of relationship with his wife that most would expect from a couple that had already been married for a couple of years. they had married out of a sense of convenience and duty, not wanting to disappoint their parents but also both wholly not ready for that sort of commitment. their love grew slowly, tended carefully like flowers in a garden and coaxed into blooming before arun could even notice. he still hadn’t quite noticed. “you didn’t have to do that,” he said, though his face split into a grin as he stepped over the threshold to greet her, drawing her into a warm embrace. he wasn’t a particularly affectionate person, but once you got past arun’s defenses, he gave out the most reassuring touches and kindest gestures. “terrace?” he asked.

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fxtesaligned​:

Slightly calloused fingers brushed against the leaves of the plant, noting it’s texture before jotting this small detail down. For over a week now Peter has been watching this specific plant carefully, making quarterly diary entries for his new experiment in hopes for a change. Any sort of change, really. If he was successful in manipulating this specific species, Chara braunii, he could present this to his board. Maybe then they’d give him another chance. As mundane as the species was, their endangerment could and would effect ecosystems. Wouldn’t it be great to save a species? 

His eyes wandered back to the individual in the room, now remembering he had a guest. Specifically a guest who had requested something from him. “Apologies – Arlow is my newest project.” He continued rambling as he turned around to find his misplaced box of herbs he had packed and ready for Arun’s taking. “Did you know Chara brauniis are endangered? It’s sort of amazing how an aquatic plant could be endangered.” Wet hands were now holding the small box and Peter handed it off to the other right before wiping his hands on his jeans. He gave Arun an apologetic smile. “Sorry about that. How’s your dad doing?” 

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Arun could appreciate being meticulous about one’s work. He liked to be meticulous about his own work, even if it meant taking the long road and getting intimately aware of the details. It was good to get so wrapped up in something. It was nice to have something other than war and bloodshed to think about in his precious hours off from the Auror Office. Of course, it wasn’t like he had much time to himself to be daydreaming, between his father and dealing with his role in the Order, he barely had time to sleep. Arun figured that this was how his life was going to be from now on—at least for the foreseeable future. Fuck, he needed to find passion in something like Peter did in plants. 

“I can’t be mad about you getting wrapped up in your latest passion,” Arun said with a shrug. The herbs that he was buying from Peter had become Arun’s least favorite chore, not because he disliked Peter, but because he had a long night of brewing ahead of him and it was all just to do what felt like prolonging the inevitable—nothing was going to save his father at this point, and Arun just had to sit there and watch. Fuck these stupid potions. “Uh—well. Not great.” Arun leaned back in his chair, his posture terrible and his long limbs sprawled out everywhere, as if he had just cast his feet wherever there was space. “But he’s not worse than the last time you asked, so I guess there’s something to be said for small victories.”

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Arun liked to do some things the muggle way. There was more of a relaxed boundary between magic and muggle worlds in America, lacking some of that stiff upper lip about magic that British witches and wizards were infamous for. And so, when it came to following someone suspected of kidnapping the families of muggleborns in order to have leverage over them, instead of doing the normal thing for most aurors, which would be to use a disillusionment charm and follow the mark around, Arun was sitting in the front seat of a hatchback and (somewhat messily) eating a sandwich while keeping his eyes trained on the building that the man they had been following had gone into. 

Sure, that could mean that they could miss something happening inside, but Arun had already planted a little magical bug on the wall—courtesy of the joke shop, of all places—and he was relaxed as everything remained unworthy of note inside. He had to eat sometime, and if another dinner got interrupted by some wild goose chase with unintelligible cockney accents, he was going to scream. He propped his foot up against the door. “Hope you’re ready for the long haul tonight,” he said to Amos, not really looking at him. He’d hadn’t worked with a partner before. It was still something he was adjusting to. 

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Arun never really knew how to answer questions about his father. He supposed that the easiest answer would be to say that he didn’t know how his father was doing, but he had thrown that out the window the moment that he had agreed to come to this dreary place to be what seemed like Yash’s liason with the outside world. Arun’s father had always been a proud man, and he wasn’t surprised to hear that he was acting as if falling ill was something to be ashamed of. Arun wouldn’t have put it past him to not even tell Arun until the end, if it hadn’t been for the fact that Yash needed someone to cover for him. Not that Arun particularly cared about the lying. If Yash wanted to isolate and be an asshole, so be it. 

Still, he felt just a little guilty every time someone asked and Arun had to come up with some random excuse. “Oh, yeah, Dad’s fine,” he said, waving a hand absently. “Learning a lot in India. Bullying people around his old stomping grounds. You know.” It was a little infuriating to know that his father had treated the person in front of him better than he had ever treated Arun, but Yash had always been disappointed in Arun’s choice to deviate from the career path that Yash had traveled down. Yash was always better at mentoring people at a professional distance than being any sort of father, anyway. Arun shrugged a shoulder. “He doesn’t really tell me much.”

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When Arun needed to blow off steam, he’d lace up his sneakers and just take off. It was a habit left over from the better part of a decade he spent traversing the U.S.—it was something that he could do anywhere, regardless of if he was staying in some shitty motel, crashing on a friend’s couch, or (for once) back in his own bed. The issue was that even after a year living in London, Arun still couldn’t get his bearings with the curving streets and unfamiliar place. Obviously, he could get around when he was trying, but running without a plan just didn’t come naturally to him anymore. Maybe it was because of the paranoia that always creeped up his spine when he was running on his own, especially at night—the constant feeling that the hairs on the back of his neck were raised. 

Of course, he brushed off the feeling as best he could, but he would be stupid to think that he could just let it go completely. His paranoia wasn’t unfounded in the slightest—in fact, it was probably the thing that kept him alive most of the time. It was the thing that kept him from straying into the seedier alleyways, that brought him home before anything bad happened. Arun was grateful for it, but it made him hyperaware of his surroundings, and instead of allowing his internal navigation to steer him back into home turf, every time he got to a place that was even a little bit unfamiliar, he stopped up short. This was one of those times. He pushed the hood of his sweatshirt from his head, his hand resting on his hips as he squinted up at the street signs, trying to find the best way home. Realizing that he had absolutely no idea where this intersection was in relation to the small home he was sharing with his father, he did the one thing his anxious mind always told him to do, and started walking away anyway.

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aliceabsolutely​:

It was a long journey from home to work, but Alice would never give up her family cottage for a place in the city. She’d take the portkey into the city and then make the trek to the Ministry entrance every day without complaint. It was worth it. She even left earlier to be able to stop by her favorite tea shop for an early morning pastry and cup of black tea. An old love song was hummed as she walked down the street. There was no hurry to her step, but she wasn’t walking slow either. In fact, she was walking fast enough that she turned the corner with no time to check if anyone was turning it from the other side. Her reflexes were fast enough that she avoided bumping into them. They were no help as her heel caught in a crack of the pavement and sent her falling backwards damn near knocking the wind from her as her back hit the ground. She was far too embarrassed to look up at the other involved in the near collision.

Arun was the kind of person who, once he got a mystery under his skin, couldn’t let things go until he had solved it. The disappearances that were reported to the Auror Office largely went unsolved these days, with those missing presumed dead, but this was a case that had gotten stuck between his teeth and refused to let him forget it. For some reason, his gut was telling them that there wouldn’t just be another body at the end of this trail. He had gotten lost in thoughts of this case as he made he way towards the office, fully intending just to show his face and prove he was there before jetting right back out to continue his aimless trek across the city. Arun always thought better on his feet, anyway. Thankful that he still had the presence of mind to see someone coming, he moved out of the way quickly, but before he could reach a hand out to catch her, she had already landed on the pavement. Arun felt a light snort leave the back of his throat and he crouched next to her. “Y’know, I thought you British aurors were supposed to be something special,” he teased.

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littlestdazeee​:

A keen observer would notice the bounce in step and the minute lip movement signifying a song stuck in the head of the young clerk moving up and down the aisles to stock the shelves. It was less subtle when she twirled around before grabbing hold of the cart handle. The store was practically empty at this late hour that Daisy wasn’t worried about someone spotting her. Surely she would hear the bell above the door if anyone had entered. She was singing softly by the time she entered the next aisle and completely missed the ringing bell. “When I feel you put your arms around me, baby, baby, can’t you hear my heartbeat,” she sang just loud enough for anyone nearby to hear. She was struggling to put a book on a higher shelf. Magic was the obvious choice at this time, but didn’t want to use it when she could do the task without. She pushed herself up on her tiptoes in determination to put the book away without taking out her wand.

Arun didn’t get much time to himself, between his hours at the Auror Office and the time he spent taking care of his now-homebound father, but in those few precious down moments he liked to curl up with a book that brought him comfort. There were few things, it seemed, that could bring him comfort these days, and he had always thought a good story was the best way out of whatever slight was ruining his day. Arun was a particular kind of person—when his day didn’t go his particular kind of way, he never did well with it. That day, especially, had been frustrating in his self-perceived slowness on the uptake when it came to British aurors, and he needed some quiet comfort to remind him that it wasn’t the end of the world. He expected the bookstore to be the same, but he was surprised to hear someone’s voice drifting out from between the stacks, and Arun couldn’t help but follow the noise with a slight quirk to her lips. He reached up and gently nudged the book into place. “Need some help?” he asked.

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pandoraforever​:

Pandora did not need new flowers for her home, but she could not resist the allure of the plants in the shop window. Surely a few more would be fine. A few more could be hung from the porch and she was positive there was space in the back garden. Xenopihilius could help her figure it out when she got home. It was no matter that she was only supposed to be restocking their potions ingredients and picking up a charms book she had ordered at the book shop. Now it was only a question of how many she purchased. She didn’t want to leave a precious plant behind, but she couldn’t buy out the shop. She turned to the nearest person to ask, “Which of the two hanging plants do you think will go best with this one?” She indicated the two hanging in front of her and held up the one she had decided upon in her hand for comparison.

Arun wasn’t one for plants. He had spent most of his time moving around, and moving around meant that consistently taking care of any other living creature, animate or not, was pretty much off the table. Still, he longed for the memories he had of his mother’s ancestral home in India, the creepers growing up the side of the red-faced building in interweaving patterns, the thickets of jungle dense and fragrant behind them. He wasn’t going to find a jungle here, but maybe there would be some solace in doing something quiet and meticulous just for himself. He had long since moved on from his little puzzle toys—for a while, Arun couldn’t be caught without a Rubik’s cube or Jacob’s ladder in his hands—and needed something else to occupy his mind. Plants would have to do. He tilted his head, examining the same two plants that she was with  slightly furrowed brow. “Would it be selfish if I just pointed out whichever one I decide I don’t want?” he asked in his usual dry humor.

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