#[{actions speak louder than words ;; benji}]

[hikayat]

dog, sender's dog pulls them in receiver's direction. (from Minsung hehe)

actions speak louder than words - @notfrsale

It is supposed to be a mundane day, really.

Considering that he had already crashed at Minsung's place couple a of days ago, it would be pushing it if Natsuki were to crash again and interrupt the man's peace so the young sorcerer opted to have a day to his own by going on grocery by his own (well, he definitely not attempted to text Minsung: "Would you like to go grocery shopping with me?")

It was supposed to be a mundane day, he intended to make it such.

You can plan how your day will end but the universe above surely has something stored in its mind -

Hearing enthusiastic barks that were growing louder and thumping paws against the pavement made Natsuki look up from his phone and a surprised smile adorned his face -- Benji? Luna? That means --

The sight of two golden retrievers pulling the poor soul that is Minsung with a speed that is rivaling Usain Bolt definitely colors his afternoon with a burst of big laughter but of course, it subsides when Natsuki knows what it is to come with one of the two decides it was best to pounce him --

"Wow, hey!" He had to clutch for his dearest groceries with his right hand after being tackled down by Luna and the other welcoming the golden retriever onto his person.

"It is unexpected to see you three here! Are you retrieving your owner to me?" He grinned at the precious retriever and then looked at Minsung with his scrunched nose.

"Your dog somehow knows that I wanted to see you today and come bringing you to me. I missed you" He has nothing to lose here. He really missed Minsung today.

[soluess]

[ @jessamine-dormir ]

benjamin “benji” amadeus soot is a commoner against the strange and foreboding; a man of superstition was his father, wyatt kaladin soot, a trait passed onto his only son — only child —to live to his eighteenth year as his siblings of his senior were to take the rotten luck of their fatherʼs abuse and pass on years his junior, much like their mother had in their collected youth; while a tragedy, his own fate, benji had learned to grieve and accept the passing of half his family but did not forgive his father before his own passing.

alas, however, this tale is not about the “soot scare” as it had been dubbed by benjiʼs closest friend and mentor mr bashwibi, this is about the ladʼs familiarity with the abnormal; and abnormal it was, to lay eyes upon a young woman around their own age, heavily pregnant and seemingly distressed. while benji did not understand emotional turmoil at the best of times, they recognised that in their current position they could at least support the poor girl by approaching her, so they do.

ʼare you okay?ʼ the lad questions. despite an expression of neutrality and a vocal tone of monotonous nature, his action to question of her well-being is enough to communicate his concern; actions speak louder than words.

[racingtowardsaredlight]

Mind My Manners

Author’s Note: Okay so this wasn’t a request, my thirsty ass just thought this up so pls enjoy

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Reader (FWB), Ben Hardy x Reader (platonic-ish)

Warnings: Smut, swearing, hot dudes

Title Creds: Mind My Manners - Ashnikko 

“It’s Joe isn’t it?” Ben asked, a smirk present on his face while he awaited your answered. “What? No!,” You replied while smacking his arm with his couch pillow, Ben trying to dodge you as best as he could without dropping his beer. “Joe was a one time thing and even if it were to happen again, there is no way I could catch feelings for him. He’s basically my boss Ben!” The blonde just laughed at you, putting his hands up in defense.

“Okay okay, but I’m going to figure out what guy you’ve got a thing for and then I’m-”

“I DON’T HAVE A THING FOR ANYONE BEN” you shout, staring at the ceiling and laughing half in frustration, half in actual amusement at your best friend’s attempts. 

“Whatever.” He said, taking a swig out of his beer before turning his head to where he could hear his front door opening.

Looking in the same direction as Ben, you saw Joe slip through the apartment’s entrance. He waved quickly as he shut the door and then moved to place the beer he brought with him into the fridge, pulling one out for himself and using Ben’s counter to pop the top off of it. Taking his place between you and Ben, Joe made himself comfortable and slung an arm over your shoulder. Not being one to resist a Joe cuddle you snuggled closer, ignoring the wiggle of Ben’s eyebrow and enjoying the smell of his aftershave and the cool night air still on him from his walk to Ben’s place. 

“So Joseph were your ears burning?” He asked, earning a glare from you and a confused look from Joe. “Why would my ears be burning, Benji? You talking about my arms again?” Joe winked at Ben while you loudly laughed, leaving Ben to roll his eyes at the both of you. “Oh my God that was one time!” he shouted, covering his hands with his face while the two of you continued to tease him. “Yeah but you talked for a long time and then you asked if you could squeeze them. And then you did. For like half an hour.” You added, Ben arguing about how he did not do that for that long and he was so drunk so it didn’t matter anyways.

“Moving on, Y/N here has a crush on someone and I’m trying to get her to admit that you guys are totally in love with each other.” Ben said bluntly as he changed the subject back to his original topic. You and Joe both gave Ben a “woah” before staring at each other and then back at Ben. Joe was the first to speak, trying his best to break the tension.

“Look what happened between us was not- is not- I don’t- like I’m not-” 

“Joe I’m not into you like that either calm down. Ben is just being an asshole” You said, giving Ben an actual glare as Joe’s cheeks started to lose their redness, sighing in relief as he snuggled you closer to him once again. Ben drank from his bottle again before speaking, “I really am just kidding dude. But she’s trying to tell me there’s no one she’s crushing on and I am not believing it.” 

“Oh who she’s crushing on? It’s Duke for sure. She stares at him all day long during their scenes together which is great considering their characters are in love but usually that stops for other actors when when I call cut. Y/N however just keeps on staring.” Joe said nonchalantly, your cheeks getting red as you gawked at the auburn haired man in front of you. 

It was completely true. When Joe announced that his movie, Undrafted, got the green light for a series on Netflix, you basically begged him to consider you for a part. You loved the movie and had gushed about to Joe on many occasions so of course you were jumping the chance to be in the series. He said yes and ended up casting you as Ty’s girlfriend, where you would have to work alongside Duke Davis Roberts every day. It was great at first and you guys had great chemistry but lately you had been feeling uneasy. You were developing a huge crush on Duke and had tried your best to keep it lowkey but clearly Joe saw right through your efforts. You were left dumbfounded at Joe’s words and had no way to pretend you had no clue what he was saying. 

“What I- how did you- Huh?” You tried to say anything that resembled a question but were failing miserably, an attempt that made Joe chuckle. 

“Oh come on Y/N, I might fuck around on set but I do actually pay attention. Don’t worry though, Duke thinks you’re cute too. I bet you anything he’s waiting till we wrap to ask you out. He’s a gentleman like that.” Joe shrugged, drinking from his bottle while you processed his words. You’d entirely forgotten about Ben until he gave a meek “told you so”, him not realizing that you really did have a crush on anyone, 

After the love life conversations you guys transitioned into some more lighthearted subjects, mostly Ben and Joe talking sports while you poked in with random memes you pulled up on your phone every now and again. The evening started to draw to a close, Ben remarking something about going for a run early in the morning as he stood and walked to his room, giving the both of you a goodnight. Joe checked his phone to see the time; realizing he stayed past his self-given curfew of midnight, Joe asked if he could crash with you in Ben’s guest room. Agreeing with a wink, you both got up and headed for the extra room next door to Ben’s room. You changed into some pajamas while Joe stripped down to his boxers and undershirt, the two of you climbing into the bed and wasting no time in cuddling up to each other. Joe gave your forehead a light kiss, you reciprocating with one just below his ear right on his sweet spot. 

“I seem to remember a similar situation like this except with a lot less clothing.” He quipped while you gave a small chuckle. You hooked your leg over his waist, lifting yourself onto his lap. Placing both hands on his chest, rubbing lightly around his nipples while Joe gave a soft moan you replied, “Wanna do it again?” you asked. Joe sighed out a “yes please”, pulling you down to crash his lips to yours. You made out for a little while before you moved to kiss his jaw, then his neck, eventually making your way to his sweet spot once again, sucking a hickey into it while he moaned louder than he anticipated. You shushed him with a laugh, pointing in the direction of Ben’s room while he nodded.

Flipping the two of you over, Joe ground his hips against yours, a soft moan escaping your lips. It was his turn to mark you, leaving a few hickies from your sweet spot to your collarbone, biting down while thrusting against you. You moaned loudly at his actions, Joe clasping his hands over your mouth while he continued his assault on your neck. Lifting himself up, Joe removed his shirt while you did the same. You hooked your fingers into his boxers, tugging at the material until he sat up further to remove them completely. Reaching your hands down, you grasped his cock in your hand and gave him a few slow pumps. Joe’s head fell back with a groan as you pumped him, his hips thrusting in time with your movements. “Oh fuck right there” he moaned as you focused on his tip, rubbing your thumb just under the head of his dick. 

Not wanting to neglect you, Joe pushed your panties to the side and started to rub your clit, his middle finger teasing at your entrance. You whined as he pushed his finger inside you, crying out as his long finger deftly found your g-spot. He shushed you once more before he sped of his movements, the hand that wasn’t pleasuring you coming up to rest against your mouth again. After a few more moments of both of your movements, you stilled your hand on Joe’s cock and reached down to stop his hand as it worked on you; the both of you whining at the loss of contact. Pulling him in for another kiss, you gasped out “I need you right now”. “Say no more” he said, removing your panties before lining up with your entrance and pushing into you. 

You couldn’t help the load moan that escaped you as Joe pulled himself out and slammed back in, hitting your g-spot right away. He paused his movements as the two of stayed silent, waiting to hear Ben’s footsteps coming to yell at you or hear him shouting from the other room. Hearing nothing at all, Joe slowly started thrusting again, the both of you trying to keep it down, the pleasure almost too much for either of you to control your noises. You were brought back to reality by the sound of your ringtone for Ben. Shit you though he knows and we’re fucked. Stopping Joe’s movements you signaled for him to be quiet while you accepted the call. 

Ben’s heavy breathing greeted you on the other end while you tried to keep yours down. “What’s up?” you asked, remaining as cool as possible. You could hear Ben scoff on the other end of the line, he did know what was up and there was no way he wasn’t going to get something out of this. “My two best friends are fucking right next door to me and are doing very poorly at hiding it.” He stated. “I-I’m sorry we’ll stop. It’s not  -” “No no, don’t stop on my account. But at least give me something to work with.” He said, you’re confusion blocking your words, the only thing coming from your lips was “Huh?”. 

“I said give me something to work with. Either be louder or put me on speaker. I’ve heard enough that I’m insanely hard and I need to get off and this is way hotter than the porn I usually go to.” He breathed out, you finally understanding while Joe sat above you bathed in confusion and sexual frustration while he tried not thrust into you. You gave Ben an okay and clicked your phone to speaker, setting it next to you while you asked Joe if this was okay with him as well. Replying with a moan, you took that as a yes and pulled his lips to yours once again. He kissed you sloppily, tongues fighting for dominance until his won over as he caught you off guard with a moan. Joe’s hips thrust his cock in and out of you at a quick and punishing pace. As he picked up speed, his fingers moved to run at your clit once more. He was close to his orgasm and wanted you to be the first one to cum, mostly because he knew it would make Ben lose his mind if he heard what Joe could do to you.

Speaking of the blonde, Ben’s moans could be heard through the speaker of your phone loud and clear even though they were pretty quiet considering how turned on this was making him. Joe noticed that Ben’s moans increased in tone whenever you would moan out, and they’d get even more prominent when you spoke Joe’s name. Slowing his pace to catch your attention, Joe mouthed to you say his name before returning once more to the pace he had set. You nodded, mouth opening on a moan as Joe continued to hit your sweet spot.

“Oh fuck,” you cried out as he hit you incredibly deep, your head thrown back against the pillow as you clawed at Joe’s sides, “Oh fuck Ben you feel so good”

The moan that rang through your phone could be heard from Ben’s room as well, your voice gaining the loudest reaction you’d heard from him yet. Joe’s hips faltered at your words, something about you moaning another man’s name, his best friends name, turning him on even more and threatening to bring him to his conclusion before you.

“God you’re hot” Joe moaned as his pace began to quicken. He was so close and he knew you were too. His fingers on your clit sped up slightly as he leaned down to kiss from your neck to your chest, leaving a few bites on and between your breasts. You were lost in pleasure, panting and moaning as Joe worked his magic on you, your orgasm on the brink of crashing into you. While Joe was doing it all for you, Ben was the one to drive you home. He’d collected himself a little from hearing his name fall from your lips, but he was so overly turned on that he couldn’t last any longer.

Joe managed to hit a spot so deep in you while his fingers just slightly brushed over your clit that you couldn’t help the desperate, loud moan that left you. Ben heard it over the phone, but it was so loud that he was surprised his door didn’t shake at the intensity of it. That did him in. While a whimpered “oh fuck Y/N I’m cumming”, Ben released all over his torso, moans falling from his lips soon replaced with pants of exhaustion. That did you in for good. You cried out, back arching off the bed as you repeatedly spoke both Ben and Joe’s names. Joe was quick to follow you, collapsing onto your tired body as he tried to catch his breath.

A few moments - maybe minutes - later, a tired laugh came through the speaker. “Jesus if I knew that was going to be as hot as it was I would have called you a lot sooner” You laughed at your best friend as Joe did as well. “You’re welcome any time Jonesy” you replied, earning a chuckle from the Brit as you used his nickname. “Gonna have to second that one bud, shit was crazy” Joe said, voice muffled by where his head was buried in the pillow.

“All right I’m going to bed for real this time but uh, wake me up if you fuck buddies need an audience.” The phone beeped as Ben ended the call. You made sure it was plugged in and charging before you rolled on your side; resting your head on Joe’s back, listening to his even breathing as he fell into a deep sleep with you following just moments behind him.

[tay-westvillage]

This body language: action speak louder than words

I Watchin You. Yes you. Watch out!

Yes you..swifties, i watchin you, i lurking at your tumblr secretly..scrolling your wall blog..saw your picture...but you know i never followed you or liked your random stuff and maybe you can be my guest for upcoming SS..So, happy selfie night and taylurking post..i will read all your tags me..

Yes You. I want You. But I warn you!

Yes you my love, I saw your post baby on 13th july 'out of blue dress' 💙 i know what you tryin to do..please dont make me jealous and seduce me. dont blame me lovemake me crazy..Next day.. as reply i post our son cat benji pic w caption 'cat lady thrist trap' and you know benji have blue eye like mine..so i used him..means i watchin you. and cats movie trailer also coming out soon..so no one noticed.

Watch out bitchess!

Yes..for my haters i just want to say..you gonna listen to my sick beat again and again..until it will stuck at your head for months..and echo in your head..because haters gonna hate..hate..hate..imma gonna shake..shake my butt..and laughin.

Yes..Can You See Through ME?

Because i can see right through me..Swifties..1.2..3...Go Go Go! I already drop a lots of easter eggs for years now..and that for you guys..go figure out all the clues....happy hunting....Cause Spelling is fun!! Read my vogue article, my essay, my post, my picture, my jewelry, my clothes, my words, my MV..i left somethings..i need you to decode all..i really sending message for you. Dont read last page of all media sensation about me..But look at me. This is new ME! And im tellin you. If you dont catch up I cant help you.

[green-dragon-tales]

So I’ve decided to start a new Harry Potter fanfic, just to try to get myself writing a bit more regularly! It’s going to be focusing on the First Wizarding War with Voldemort and the Marauders.  Any thoughts or comments are appreciated, especially if its suggestions regarding your favourite Marauders moments or anything like that. I’m going to be trying to cover a large period of time so it might take a while to find my voice so please be patient- other than that let me know what you think! 

I’m publishing the story on A03 under ‘Unwanted Stars’ under the user name Dragon_Tales. Here’s a link 

Summary:  Voldemort has declared war on muggle kind and the blood traitors who seek to destroy the wizarding world by associating with the weaker race. While both the Ministry of Magic and Albus Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix seek to stop Voldemort and his loyal Death Eaters, the next generation of Witches and Wizards grow up within the safety of Hogwarts walls and must decide for themselves which side they believe in. Family ties, House loyalties and friendships are tested as the war rages and everyone must decide just what they are willing to fight and potentially die for.

First Chapter under the cut

Chapter One: The Ministers Briefing

The Minister for Magic sat in her office at the heart of the Ministry, staring at her three guests in quiet disbelief.  Opposite her Albus Dumbledore had a calm exterior but deep within his shining blue eyes there was a guarded apprehension.  Behind Dumbledore stood Benjy Fenwick, a young auror in training who stared anxiously at his feet while his mentor Alastor Moody paced the floor.  Moody finished his report but continued to pace, his nervous energy bubbling under the surface and causing his eyes to flash around the room at the slightest noise.

“So as you can see Eugenia, we are in a state of emergency.” Albus said, his soft voice filling the space of the large office.  His presence in the room was commanding and although he spoke to the Minister with clear respect, his tone was sharp and resolved.

“You really consider this wizard to be a threat?” Eugenia asked.  Her voice cracked slightly as she spoke and she leant forwards, her eyes pleading.

“I do.  He has too many followers to be ignored and his actions speak far louder than his words need to.  He is claiming the deaths of four muggle families over the last three months and he says more will follow.”

The Minister nodded silently, her trust in Dumbledore fighting with her desire for him to be wrong.

“Does he have any demands?  What does he want to achieve by addressing us like this?”

“He wants to influence people to join his cause.  An all-out blood war to establish dominance over muggles and to cast out muggleborn wizards and witches.”

“And he wants the support of the Ministry?”

“He wants the support of all wizard kind yes.”

“This is a power play then?  To garner support and troops for the war he’s waging.”

“Yes, we need to respond Eugenia.”

The Minister rubbed her exhausted eyes.  She had been inundated with countless cases of muggle hate crimes since she had entered office and she knew that this man, whoever he was, was just the tip of the iceberg.  Others would flock to his cause and they would have a full-scale rebellion on their hands.  Anyone dissatisfied with Ministry could join this wizards cause and it would be Grindelwald all over again.

“What action would you suggest we take Albus?  Do we know where this madman is?”

“No, it would be almost impossible to try to find him. Instead we must put man power in to discovering his accomplices who are responsible for the recent murders and bring them to justice.  They will lead us to him.”

“How many do you think he has?”

“At least a dozen, probably more.”  Moody grunted.  Fenwick nodded silently, his eyes flicking to the Minister to gage her response.

“Do we know anything about any of them?”  Eugenia asked desperately, straightening up in her seat.

“We know they have begun to adopt a symbol.  It’s a green snake curling around a skull and they leave it wherever they strike.”  Fenwick said, shuddering slightly at the memory of the scenes he had found only a few hours earlier in a darkened muggle house.  The symbol had hung above in the sky, shining ominously in the bleak darkness of the night.  Fenwick’s jaw clenched as the images of the twisted and tortured forms of the family of four forced itself to the forefront of his mind.

“He calls himself Lord Voldemort.”  Dumbledore explained, his voice betraying his disgust. “His followers are the Death Eaters.”

“Merlin’s beard so he’s completely potty?”  Eugenia rested her face in her hands for a few moments.

“That only makes him more dangerous.  He’s unpredictable, we got no way of knowing where he’ll strike next.”  Moody muttered darkly, causing the Minister to look up at him.  Horror swept across her expression as this realisation sunk in and she hurriedly took a bottle of whisky out of her desk drawer and poured herself a large glass.  She drank the glass in one and then stared into the bottle, the wheels of her mind slowly turning as she assessed the situation.

“Moody I want you to fully brief the rest of the auror office, from now on your primary objective is to hunt down the individuals responsible for these crimes, these so-called Death Eaters, and I want them publicly tried.  We need to send a clear message to the wizarding public that these crimes will not go unanswered by the Ministry.”

She poured herself another drink, this time inclining the bottle towards her guests in invitation.  All three accepted and she poured them all drinks.

“I’ll draft up a statement to read in the morning condemning the attacks and this Voldetort and urging anyone with information to come forward. Hopefully if we stamp this out before he gets a chance to find his target audience we’ll be able to stop anyone else from getting hurt.”

Dumbledore remained silent, his whisky untouched before him.

“I know you warned me before Albus, and we did everything we could.  But you have to admit there was no way we could have proved that these attacks came from one source until those behind them admitted it.”  Eugenia was nervous at Dumbledore’s silence and she downed her second glass while he considered his response.

“I fear that by waiting you have risked leaving it too late, now Voldemort has a reputation and potentially an audience.  It doesn’t matter how quickly you respond, he’s already made a public announcement.  People will be drawn to him, it’s one of his many talents.”

“You speak as if you know him personally?”  Eugenia’s tone was sharp, almost accusing.  Almost.

“I taught him when he was a pupil at Hogwarts.” Dumbledore explained before taking his first swig of the whisky.  A slight tremble in his hand had occurred at the memory of the man Dumbledore had had in his office not so long ago.  To think that the same man that was responsible for the horrific murders of those muggles was the same boy he had met at the orphanage all those years ago was almost beyond belief and his stomach twisted uncomfortably.  Once again the painful thoughts returned unbidden to the forefront of his mind.

Why didn’t you see it sooner?

You should have seen what he would become.

You should have recognised the signs.

If you’d have done something, been more of a mentor to him perhaps, you could have stopped him.

And those people would be alive.

He placed the glass on the desk, next to the glass Fenwick had quickly emptied, and swallowed his guilt.  He forced himself to look forward and contain the echoes of the past that threatened to overwhelm him.  Not now. It wouldn’t help to drown in the past and forget the present.  Only action could help anyone else from being hurt, not lamenting lost opportunities.

“Then you know who he is?  Do you know how to contact him?  Perhaps you can-”

“If you are under the impression that any relationship I had with the boy will impact the man I am afraid you are mistaken.  Our time together may have encouraged a sort of respect for me to grow inside him but it has clearly not been enough to impact his behaviour thus far and I must assume that after the murders of at least a dozen innocents that a simple word from me will not dissuade him.”

“He’s too far gone for reason…”  Fenwick said quietly, his eyes flashing with fury.

The Minister nodded, clearly disappointed and disheartened.

“Then we’ll have to begin the search for them in the usual way. Are there any other precautions that you would advise me to take, as Supreme Mugwump?”

“Official measures to secure the safekeeping of the muggle community, including briefing the Muggle Prime Minister.”

“Oh Heath’ll love this.”  Eugenia groaned, pouring herself another whisky.

“It is necessary to work together to protect the vulnerable.”

Eugenia nodded in agreement.  She looked as though the conversation had aged her by thirty years and for a few moments Dumbledore wondered whether she was up to the task at hand.  He couldn’t be sure why, but something inside him said that she would not be the only Minister for Magic during this fight.  The publics support would turn quickly and the uglier the war got the more they would insist on someone who would take a harder line.  Dumbledore didn’t want to imagine who they would elect if things got that bad.

“I’ll speak to him once I’ve made my statement in the morning. He’ll be wanting more security too. Moody, tell Bone to add someone when you brief him.  Maybe Scrimgeour, he’s an up and comer isn’t he?”

“Aye, he’ll do the job.”  Moody nodded, pausing in his pacing long enough to listen to the Minister while she was directly addressing him.

“We need to get on top of this before the public start to panic too much!  Especially if the press start to stir the pot as well.”  Eugenia groaned again, imagining the strain the coming weeks would provide.

“You will keep me abreast of developments?”  Albus asked, standing.

Fenwick and Moody both jumped out of Dumbledore’s way and stood to the side for him.  Eugenia stood up slowly, a small smile spreading across her face for the first time since Dumbledore and the others had entered her office more than three hours before.

“I don’t think you will have much trouble with that Albus, considering as how Moody here came to you before both Head Auror Bone and myself.”

Moody flushed red and began to mutter to himself under his breath, stopping only when Fenwick elbowed him.

Dumbledore inclined his head, hoping that Eugenia’s smile meant that he would not need to rely on Moody for information.  The Irish woman was fierce, that much was true, but Dumbledore knew instinctively she would not be enough to stem the tide of anti-Muggle feeling Voldemort’s attacks would bring.  She was more concerned with public opinion and the politics of the situation to be able to tackle it properly.  It was a shame, Dumbledore thought, the precise traits that made me a good politician and Minister would undoubtedly bring about her downfall.  She was a skilled and intelligent witch, he had no doubts about that, but she would not flourish in this time of war.  Only the truly hardy would do that, and Dumbledore knew Eugenia did not fit in that category.  She was too good to be able to do what was needed to be done.  Her hope that these attacks were just random acts, the work of individuals, and her desire to believe that Voldemort could be reasoned with was evidence enough of that.  

Dumbledore left her office with Fenwick and Moody in tow, deep in thought.

“This will be the hardest point.”  Fenwick said, his voice tight with anger.

“What?”  Moody asked his pupil.  Dumbledore looked at Fenwick with interest, wondering if the young auror was beginning to crack under the pressure already.

“We won’t be able to find these bastards until they get so cocky they step into the light.  They won’t do that straight away.  The darkness and anonymity they have now is too alluring, they’ll only come forward when they get confident they’re going to win.  We’ll have to sit back and watch them kill over and over again, waiting until they do it so much they think they’re unstoppable.”

“Well we’re sure as hell not going to make it easy for them. We’re going to fight them lad, don’t you start thinking we won’t.”  Moody’s eyes flicked to Dumbledore for support but he remained silent, thinking about Fenwick’s words and instantly seeing the truth in them.

“I’m afraid you’re right, this will be a war not a battle.” Dumbledore said at last, nodding sadly to the two aurors as their paths diverted.  Moody and Fenwick hurried towards the auror office to begin sending out messages to call their staff in for an emergency meeting.  Dumbledore slowed for a second, considering staying to have a discussion with Bone about the situation.  But he thought better of it and he continued on his way down to the main hall where he disapparated.