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sheweapon‌:

she can hear her blood pumping, rage and chaos boiling beneath her skin, making her see red. the scene unfolds before her eyes, and she watches it with the interest of a cat toying with its prey, ready to pounce. knuckles whiten as fingers harden around her wand, carelessly dodging another curse with a snap of her wrist. her entire body aches —- but she can barely feel it. she doesn’t feel anything, anymore. but remnants of battles won - and battles lost, are making themselves known across her skin. she’s stained a dark plum, damson colored marks spreading across her shoulders, her back, her neck. constellations of stars in lilac and yellow and blue are painted upon aching limbs, and tomorrow, they’ll be a reminder of what she’s fighting for. that she is right. 

“ you’re gonna have to try harder than that, alastor !! “ she shouts, and the anger that hides underneath all those layers of attempted perfection spills through, making her words practically electrified with hatred. she sends a curse shooting through the skies, and she sees that lovely shade of red flying through the air as she hits her mark. later, she’ll find it funny how they all bleed the same. pure blood. spoiled blood. still that beautiful shade of red that she adores.

she ducks behind a pillar, rolls out of the way of another blow. not quite quick enough, this time. a sharp pain presses her to the floor, an animal like shriek echoing across the ball room. it sounds like the agonizing scream of someone who is half wolf, half girl, but to bellatrix, it’s still just pain - temporary, fleeting, absolutely lovely. 

“ so you want to dance? “ she manages to get out. stands up, on legs that aren’t quite as steady as they used to be. it’s pure instinct that allows her to dodge the bolt of green lightning that comes her way —— or sheer luck. maybe a bit of both. she doesn’t notice how her nose is spilling blood, scarlet trickling down her lips, her neck. but she does notice that she’s shaking, so she steadies herself, stubbornness and immense willpower the only things keeping her on her feet. 

a bolt of light flies through the air, aimed directly for his chest. she doesn’t even say the words anymore —- CRUCIO is ingrained so deeply within her that the two of them have become one. as she approaches him, her eyes spitting fire, she lets out a soft cooing sound. “ the killing curse, alastor? “ she whispers. lips tug into a smile behind a mask sticky with sweat. “ how many people have fallen to your sword? “ there’s a slight pause, and head tilts to the side, genuine curiosity igniting in an otherwise hollow gaze. always so dramatic, so theatrical. “ did you enjoy it? watching the light drain from their eyes? “

hearing his own name loud and clear made his skin grow cold, an uneasy feeling of sickness setting on his stomach. it was personal. it was taunting. the inner fight to balance anger and discipline was almost as painful as a curse, but the auror managed to put his training front and center, forcing his own chest to quiet down and be as slow as a dying one.

his attack misses her just barely and he feels no joy over that. it should have hit her right in the chest, spreading instantaneous doom like venom through her body. make her fall cold to the ground. oh, the comfort he'd feel ripping out her mask and facing the blind eyes beneath. the death eater might have been playing a game of catch the mouse, seeing him as a feisty little prey for her to consume whole, but alastor saw her as a beast just as terrifying as him. it was just a matter of seeing who slipped first. when bellatrix escapes the target of his curse, his hand tightens around his wand as if not a single drop of his conviction was shaken off.

CRUCIO.

he has no time to escape it. alastor belives no words came out of her mouth, which just goes to show how rotten they all are behind their dark masks, but the affliction is one he's felt before, too many times to count. he'd identify it within seconds for the rest of his life. the sharpness of the pain makes his eyes grow wide but the auror bites his lip until it breaks, refusing to let out any sound that might indicate to her that she's at last seen him slip. it sends him scrambling back, almost like in a feverish daze, until his back hits a pillar just a few steps behind him. THE RINGING. every wound on his body seems to react as if she'd poured vinegar over it, stinging, whistling, burning, from the smallest of cuts to the gushing wound under his left ear and the way it was nearly deaf. the ringing nearly drowns out her words, but alastor refuses to let his mind leave to anywhere less real than the two of them bleeding in a broken room.

her anger burns him. her anger stings him. her anger feels like a melting claw eviscerating him. how many people have fallen to your sword ? alastor, at last, takes in how close his opponent has gotten, but puts far away the meaning of her words. they will be dealt with later, probably when he tries to sleep and the sharp pain she's inflicted won't let it. they could be a festering wound once he was done with her. " why don't you take off that mask ? " the words come out almost like a gasping breath. " otherwise i won't be able to see the light leave yours fast enough. " the auror brandishes his wand like a sword, jamming it swiftly near the death eater's robes, as one would stab an enemy. it was his move in their bloody dance. " crucio. " he whispers it like a secret, but says it with just as much conviction as before. the man tumbles forward, still somewhat lost in his dizzying pain, still tasting the blood on his lips, but he'll be damned if he doesn't make her feel the same hurt. perhaps she'll like it, he suspects. perhaps they all do.

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steelbones‌:

as she steps off the lift,   amelia can already feel the buzzing energy of the auror office coming to life.      parchment airplanes zip through the air,   updates and new information and paperwork scrawled across them.      her steps are self-assured as she begins making her way deeper into the labyrinth of desks,   a manila envelope tucked under her arm and smile flickering across softer features,   lighting up blue eyes as she nods in greeting to some passing coworkers.      she’s only taken a few steps before she feels another presence at her side and she doesn’t have to look twice to know it’s alastor to her right,   the cup in his hand a more than welcome gift.      “ thank merlin for you,   alastor moody, ”    she says simply before taking a drink,   nude lipstick staining the rim of the lid.      “ pretty good.      still convinced nowhere can top that shop in white chapel,   but not bad. ”      she doesn’t respond immediately as she steps around two chatting aurors,   instead plucking the file from where it was tucked at her side,   passing it back to him   –   offering little more than an eye roll before she speaks.      “ brilliant.      you know crouch.      thinks i’m being ridiculous for wanting to reopen that old ‘67 case.      natural causes my arse.      anything new on your end ? ”

his lips instinctively curl up at her words. " you just keep saying that because you found the white chapel one. afraid i'll take your spot on the podium, uh ? " some people might find it ridiculous how, even YEARS after hogwarts, the duo's competitive natures still found something to fight for. alastor, however, rejoiced in it. " of course he does. fuckin' hag has a stroke just at the idea of the department having ever done anything short of perfection. " with the one available hand, alastor wiggles out the documents, skimming through them as he spoke. " checked the fetlar offices, but besides my mother's useless journals with 'worked on case dghef5600', absolutely nothing. i can try to track down the relatives of the victims. " he took a beat to at last look at her, apologetic, " if you give the go-ahead, i mean. " another sip of his drink and a final look at the file. he handed it over to her, an action that would usually require little thought - their dance was that well rehearsed. however, his eyes fixated on the manila envelope and, specifically, where his hand lay. " aye ? try to go over what was overlooked ? " sometimes it dripped into their routine, disrupting it to its very core, even it subtly and only in their heads and in their eyes, but he'd long stopped trying to contain it. sometimes they did the entire walk back and forth, work, work, work, a few smiles and a few cases. sometimes, however, her eyes locked with his for just a moment longer. he commented on the way her hair fell delicately by her face. she smiled with more heart than brain. he hoped that the cold touch of her fingertips would brush against his.

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the scene in front of him was common enough that some people simply walked past, as if the mess of a man half falling from the chair, a flimsy blanket slipping onto the floor, was just another choice of decoration. some even ignored the auror, standing there in front of the furnishings, arms crossed over his chest ( that too was becoming quite common ). his eyes had immediately rushed to the other man's chest, where his head slept on, which certainly looked like a surefire way to get a sore neck. moving. eventually, a noise or two would come out from mundungus' mouth or nose, confirming that he was indeed still alive. in what state, however, was a more difficult matter to assert. a couple of minutes passed as he made a diagnosis of the man, from his matted hair to the hint of drool on his face, to the burned down joint on the floor next to his feet ( which he made sure to stomp on, in just case ). alastor had certainly found him in far worse states before. " come along. " he'd hit the breaking point of thought, as he always did, and arrived at the same decision as always. with a flick of his hand, the poor excuse of a blanket was off, as he didn't really feel a need to TOUCH that. his left foot nudged at mundungus' leg to awake him, even if just a bit. " fletcher. come on. " // @mundvngus

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queenofquills‌:

“ we’re at war, mr. moody. someone is always dying, “ she responds quickly, a quill appearing out of thin air between her fingers. it’s the same shade as her eyes - a poisonous green that threatens to burn or ensnare you. shoulders slump slightly as she scratches down a few words on the napkin in front of her. “ glad we got that out of the way, then. you already know why i’m here. “ any trace of emotion has been swiftly erased from her features, and she stares at him with a chilly gaze. she’s tired - overworked, stretched too thin, trying to not get herself fucking killed in the process. it’s proving harder than she had anticipated, when she got entangled in all… this. and she’s getting real fucking tired of both sides. “ i need a quote for the prophet. once you give me that, i’ll be on my way. “ a slight pause follows her words, and she sets her jaw stubbornly, arms folding across her chest. “ was that better? does it make it easier for you, if i let you vilify me? “

for once, he saw himself in rita skeeter's infamous words and his skin crawled with the thought alone. he'd use the most recent well-discussed death to his advantage in their discussion, surely, but the tragic truth belonged for once on the tip of her venomous tongue. the discomfort in his stance was as transparent as glass. " ever consider picking up acting, rita ? " he wouldn't dignify her presence to a surname or even a miss. " because you're incredible at pressing the on and off buttons on your sadness. truly, a skill. " the auror runs a hand through his mess of hair, nodding silently at her words and weighing in his head if it would be worthy to go along with her request, for once. the decision doesn't take long. " i don't need you to ease the process. you've been doing that to yourself since day one of your career. " and likely before, he'd bet. " we found some marks on his skin, but we can't tell if they were of him putting up a fight or just the damage of floating ashore. he did, however, carry the mark on his arm, so while the auror office doesn't confirm rumors, " his voice is low, almost like whispering a secret to her, " it is almost certain that his death is tied to the current conflict. given that we can't really bring in you-know-who to interrogate, the process is moving slowly. but i'm not the lead auror on this, so that's about all i can say. does that satisfy ? "

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What makes you think I’m not fighting for you?

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alixcs‌:

she had been fire before he had left to get coffee ( survival in liquid form ). but once alastor stepped into her office with two cups alice softened. the hint of a smile on her lips when she noted the names on the cup. ❛ alma? you can at least get me a cover further from my real name, alastor ❜ a first sip of the coffee and soon the hint of a smile turns into a full one as she leans back in her chair. rigid shoulders smoothing, becoming more relaxed as she eases into their routine. ❛ like clarissa, that’s a name that would be perfect for a cover. as far away from the truth as possible ❜ she was grateful for his presence, for the company that he would always bring. in any mission it was alastor alice wanted by her side every time. partly because he was as ruthless as she when face to face with darkness but also, because she trusted him more than most of their other co-workers. with him she knew she didn’t have to turn around and check that he was ok. simply because he would be, always. ❛ for you i’d suggest henry, you could be a henry if you really wanted to ❜ thank you, it’s in her smile and her musings. the slight notion of a joke. thank you and sorry for earlier. 

" didn't know i'd be getting marks for this. " she had a point, though. the man kept a mental note to improve upon his choice of aliases, even when they mattered very little. " clarissa ? really, i thought you'd be more of a dinah. or shelby. no, no - a tiffany. " his smiled mirrored hers, which he took an extra second to analyze, following the ease in it all the way down to her posture and all the way up to her brow and how it no longer looked painfully tense. " i will give you the henry though. " the corners of his lips curved down into a more easy smile, interrupted by many sips of his drink, but alastor said nothing else, letting the comfortable happiness of that moment hang in the air for a bit.

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@truthsworn // daisy hookum sent a prompt: " fuck. you’re delusional. i mean, you’re insane, why would you even want this ? "

alastor crossed his arms, his trademarked way to judge the person in front of him, who just happened to be one of the few he never did judge. " you do realise i'll keep asking no matter how many times you go like that. " the auror handed to her one of the strips of yellow paper before returning to the previous position. " it's on the 19th. i will likely get that day off. irish league is not exactly the world cup but it's brilliant and more violent usually. come to the bloody game. "

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@warsstag // james potter sent a prompt: " grownups work for things. grownups pay. grownups suffer consequences. "

the auror couldn't hide the smile that coloured his face. " it's shit, innit? " one of the few things he could ever fault james for was his lack of conscious maturity and, oh, how he nagged him about it - hearing him say something so wise left him full of a certain pride. not that he'd outright say it. " it's a part of it all, i reckon. consequences are only really bad if you didn't truly mean the original action. " with that, the older man put his jacket on and began tidying together his belongings to go home. or his office. he would decide on the way out. " so... what did you do ? merlin, if you say something dumb like getting told off because of late paperwork i will make you suffer consequences again. "

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@sheweapon // bellatrix lestrange sent a prompt: " you need to bleed. a lot. "

one, two, three... his eyes closed for just one heartbeat before he got up, wand blasting in all directions, a loud ring on the side of his head - he believed he hit some of his targets before ducking under the next table. his left hand touched his ear and came back painted crimson, making the auror exhale sharply, but he couldn't think of what it could possibly mean right there and then. alastor looked at the marble column where he could try to protect himself next, but a glaring problem was there. an auror, her back against the stone, her body lifeless. you need to bleed. the words echoed through the destroyed ballroom like the voice of a nightmare, following every and each one of them.

one, two, three. he had to get up again, before they blew up the table and him with it. his patronus asking amelia for backup was long gone but no one had arrived yet and he could sense the clock ticking for him, the people in masks and black robes taking the roles of the reapers. one, two, three. me or them. one, two, three. " AVADA KEDAVRA, " his voice, louder than in any other spells before, rang through the room like a lighthouse, with him as the epicenter, the ultimate target. he didn't use it often, or lightly, but when he did it the light was near blinding and his voice near a roar. alastor did not kill with ease, but when he tried to, he did it with full conviction.

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–  LONELY POET FINDS HERSELF, A BURIAL GROUND .      [x]

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alixcs‌:

❛ very funny ❜ through clenched teeth she spits it out. annoyance visible as she looks from him to the coffee maker. if there wasn’t any coffee it meant that she would have to go out for it, and going out for coffee would mean passing frank’s office which was the last thing alice wanted to do. it was bad enough to have to pass it twice every day. she’d rather not make it four. ❛ so. you going out to get more or what ? ❜ any politeness that she was taught as a child vanished. her brows furrowing as she was reminded of the slight caffeine headache that had increased in strength the closer she got to the next cup. she needed coffee, and that was quick. especially if she was going to solve the imperius case that she had tried to figure out for hours. loose ends, heaps of paper work and bad reports. she needed coffee. stat. ❛ i have a case to finish before i leave today and that can’t be done without coffee. ❜

regardless of how she took it, the smugness in his smile would not go away. " didn't know i got demoted to coffee boy. "  he knew better than to mess with alice travers when she gave him THAT look, and even his addiction to danger made him want to leave their thin ice. " alright, alright, i'll go get you something extra strong, eh ? hold tight, i'll bring it to your office. " after a whole day locked inside the ministry, he did need some fresh air, so leaving was an easy task. it took him about fifteen minutes, some apparating and waiting in line later, but the auror was back in the office, two big cups on his hands. he'd refill the coffee machine later on. " hey, peace offering here, don't shoot. " the words were thrown in as alastor entered the office. " this is, uh, a bunch of espressos together i think. " alma was written on it, rather than alice. his own read andrew. little habit he'd never shake off. " and this is a chai latte. y'know, i've been trying all these weak dumb drinks and i reckon it's not bad. " the cups were set on her desk as he took a seat opposite to her. " i can spare the time, " he spoke between sips of his own drink, " do you need me to ? "

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“gone girl” (2014) starters

Trigger Warnings: murder, abuse, slurs, manipulation, violence

Feel free to alter to fit muses.

“What are you thinking? How are you feeling?”

“[Name] is gone.”

“Well, we have our first clue.”

“To fake a convincing murder, you have to have discipline.”

“Your parents literally plagiarized your childhood?”

“Of course I’m with you. I was with you before we were even born.”

“You fucking cunt!”

“When two people love each other and they can’t make that work, that’s the real tragedy.”

“I swear, you two are the most fucked up people I’ve ever known. And I specialize in fucked up.”

“You’re probably the most hated man in America right now.”

“Whoever took her is bound to bring her back.”

“I’m a big fan of the lie by omission.”

“I’m so much happier now that I’m dead.”

“I didn’t touch you!”

“My God, this place literally smells like feces.”

“I deal with fucked-up people for a living.”

“I can’t say I didn’t enjoy some of it.”

“You think I’d let him destroy me and end up happier than ever? No fucking way. He doesn’t get to win.”

“I blew him, semi-regularly.”

“Let the punishment fit the crime.”

“You. Fucking. Bitch.”

“You ever hear the expression the simplest answer is often the correct one?”

“And for him, I’ll admit, I was willing to try.”

“[Name], you’re my voice of reason. I need you with me on this.”

“Tra and la!”

“He actually expected me to love him unconditionally.”

“Technically missing. Soon to be presumed dead. Gone.”

“Did you kill your wife, [name]?”

“[Name] teased things out of me I didn’t know existed.”

“Life. I don’t remember the point.”

“Do you really want to be the couple that has a baby to save their marriage?” 

“I’m the cunt you married.”

“Everyone knows that ‘complicated’ is code for ‘bitch’.”

“Come home, [name]. I dare you.”

“You fucking idiot!”

”I will drill you as if you were doing a deposition. What to say, what not to say.”

“Yes, I loved you and then all we did was resent each other, try to control each other. We caused each other pain.”

“You think you’d be happy with a nice Midwestern girl? No way, baby! I’m it.”

“I will practice believing my husband loves me, but I could be wrong.”

“Fuck. You’re delusional. I mean, you’re insane, why would you even want this?”

“Grownups work for things. Grownups pay. Grownups suffer consequences.”

“All I’m trying to do is being nice to the people who are volunteering to help find [name].”

“He became someone I did not agree to marry.”

“Men always use that, don’t they? As their defining compliment – ‘she’s a cool girl’.”

“I want a blood test! I want a paternity test!” 

“We were the happiest couple we knew.”

“You need to bleed. A lot.”

“This man of mine may kill me.”

“[Name] loved a girl I was pretending to be.”

“Whatever they found, I think it’s safe to assume that it is very bad.”

“What’s the laptop for?”

“We’re so cute, I want to punch us in the face.”

“The only time you liked yourself was when you were trying to be someone this cunt might like.”

“You know what’s hard? Faking a pregnancy.”

“I’ve killed for you. Who else can say that?”

“That’s marriage.”

“[Name] took my pride and my dignity and my hope and my money. He took and took from me until I no longer existed. That’s murder.” 

“I know what you can do. You go home and fuck her brains out.”

“What have we done to each other?”

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✧    THE   VAMPIRE   DIARIES   PROMPTS   !   (  PART   I  .   )

* A MIXTURE OF TVD S1 - S2 PROMPTS , CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS AS NEEDED .

‘ You left that girl alive tonight. That was very careless of you.. ‘

‘ I promised you an eternity of misery, so I’m just keeping my word.. ‘

‘ But wherever you go, people die.. ‘

‘ I live in the real world where vampires burn in the sun. ‘

‘ Are these bites going to turn me into a vampire? ‘

‘ I like being the eternal stud. ‘

‘ You have a lot more insults in you, I can tell. ‘

‘ Everything you know, and every belief that you have, is about to change. ‘

‘ I’m getting really bored and really impatient, and I don’t do bored and impatient. ‘

‘ How many more animal attacks is this town gonna believe, huh? ‘

‘ I’ve been in love. It’s painful, pointless, and overrated. ‘

‘ Tip for later - be careful who you invite in the house. ‘

‘ I promise I will keep your secret, but…I can’t be with you. ‘

‘ It’s so not what you’re craving, but it’ll do in a pinch. ‘

‘ Our values and our actions, they define who we are. ‘

‘ How can you be so arrogant and glib after everything that you’ve done? ‘

‘ This daylight thing is a bitch! I need more blood! ‘

‘ Well, your life was pathetic; your afterlife doesn’t have to be. ‘

‘ You confuse me for someone with remorse.. ‘

‘ Why does everybody have to die on me? ‘

‘ Uh, have you met you? You’re not a nice person. ‘

‘ After a century, I finally realized death means nothing without you. ‘

‘ I couldn’t miss your hundredth and…whatever birthday. ‘

‘ You saved my life - I’m sparing yours. We’re even. ‘

‘ It’s not like the welcome wagon was waiting with a bunk cake and a handbook. ‘

‘ You promise not to do that mind-control-thing with me? ‘

‘ Vampires can’t procreate. But we love to try. ‘

‘ It’s not like we all hang out at the ‘vamp bar and grill’. ‘

‘ You know…you were there in the road, all ‘damsel in distress’-like. ‘

‘ You just found out that your boyfriend is a vampire. ‘

‘ Now you remember that. Because it’s never happening again. ‘

‘ If I see something I haven’t seen before, I’ll throw a dollar at it. ‘

‘ What if your blood hasn’t passed out of her system?! ‘

‘ You went in there not knowing if you could come back out? ‘

‘ Is that a vampire thing? ‘Cause I read vampires don’t like running water. ‘

‘ First rule about vampires: don’t believe anything you read. ‘

‘ So you want a pity turn? I don’t think so. ‘

‘ You should turn me ‘cause I don’t have anything else. ’

‘ Teacher by day, vampire hunter by night. ‘

‘ Can you just not joke around for two seconds? ‘

‘ We’ll just add it to the growing list of how everything’s falling apart. ‘

‘ Please dance with your alcoholic vampire boyfriend. ‘

‘ You know this vampire problem is real, right? It’s a potential bloodbath. ‘

‘ Do you wanna hear the bad news, or the really bad news? ‘

‘ I wanted to feed on him, and it took everything inside of me not to do it. ‘

‘ I have this hunger inside of me that I’ve never… I’ve never felt before in my entire life ‘

‘ Does that mean you’re okay, now, with all the cravings? ‘

‘ You were playing house with half of a tomb of really pissed-off vampires.. ‘

‘ I’m talking about the fact that you’re a closet blood junkie. ‘

‘ There’s that switch - sometimes it goes off and you snap… ‘

‘ If you’re just gonna mock me, could you move along, please? ‘

‘ He has a fridge, full of stolen blood bank contraband, in the house. ‘

‘ Normal to a vampire is drinking human blood, but he’s spent all this time fighting it. ‘

‘ I wanted to drain every ounce of blood from that girl’s body. ‘

‘ I like being a living dead person. ‘

‘ So either kill me or compel me, because I don’t believe it. ‘

‘ I’m a vampire. What’s your excuse? ‘

‘ Come on, don’t pout about it. We got a body to bury. ‘

‘ Why are you looking at him with your serious vampire look? ‘

‘ What do you know about werewolves? ‘

‘ You knew that they were going to burn the vampires in the church? ‘

‘ So, can you like do a hocus-pocus to ace a test? ‘

‘ That werewolf road leads straight to vampire boulevard! ‘

‘ It must be painful to desiccate and mummify. I can’t even imagine. ‘

‘ Torture me, keep me captive, drain me of blood until my body turns to dust.  ‘

‘ We both know I could rip you to shreds and do my nails at the same time. ‘

‘ You know, if you wanna see me naked all you have to do is ask. ‘

‘ What is up with that family? They’re not vampires, what the hell are they? ‘

‘ I’m just happy that’s a, uh– a blood bag and not a sorority girl supplying your dinner. ‘

‘ At least if you’re a vampire, you don’t have to feel bad about it if you don’t want to. ‘

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sometimes they had their routines just perfectly memorized. the two synchronized and merlin, few things felt quite as good as that. the looks on their faces when they just knew what the other was thinking, the smiles when they left their offices to go get a coffee at the same time, the way some people pointed out how amelia and alastor moved like mirrors of each other. the elevator doors opened and just a few steps away was amelia, off to work at the time he'd hoped for - just the same as him. in a matter of seconds he was on her side, moving at the same speed. " i've been trying these muggle coffee places. don't like the ones where they ask your name and all that crap, but this one looked alright. " no 'good morning's. there never were. alastor stretched out his hand towards her, a big red cup in it, the other hand with one for himself. " how was the meeting with crouch ? "

@steelbones // amelia bones

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alixcs‌:

four forty-three ( 4:43PM ) and it was time for the fifth coffee to get through the heap of reports piling up on her desk. even if alice was a neat-freak in every meaning of the word the number of cases to handle had overwhelmed her system. soon, she would have to ask amelia for an assistant or else the disorder would get the best of her. and when things weren’t in order it would inevitably lead to an irritable alice ( & no one wanted to deal with that ). as she gets up from her desk she looks over to where alastor ( @allistors ) is sitting, giving him that nod as she walks past and into the staff kitchen. but as she starts preparing the kettle she notices what will possibly ruin the day and turns to her friend with an accusatory look. ❛ did you have five cups without me when i was out yesterday ? ❜ she says it with a tone as if he has declared he’s a death eater, and there is no joke in her eyes.

the door to his office remained half-open, letting in a healthy amount of noise and confusion, a natural energy boost of sorts. it wasn't enough to keep him working properly for the next few hours though ( that was if no emergencies occurred, making him work even longer ). he could feel his mind slip away just a bit, his eyes weighing heavier and heavier, mistakes happening more often. had alice not walked past the open door, he might have just cleaned the piles of papers and cases out of the ill-fitting couch and get one moment of sleep, but damn her, she worked like a clock. a groan and a few moans later, he's up and closing the door behind him, hands rubbing at his eyes and cheeks hoping to become alert once more. " y'know, i was about to - " the words die in his mouth the moment he gets close enough to see the expression on her face. " well... no, i didn't have five cups. " he leans his back against the old counter, next to her, as a subtle smile begins appearing on his lips. " i did, however, have five MUGS of coffee. well, six actually. fell asleep before finishing the last one though. "

[allistors]

queenofquills‌:

TRAGEDY SELLS PAPERS. she knows that, perhaps a little too well. especially when it just happens to involve one of the sacred 28 —– so naturally, rita is armed to the teeth, a quill being squeezed between slender fingers, a sympathetic smile resting on lips that are painted a dangerous shade of red. “ i can’t believe he’s gone, “ she says, and forces her lip to tremble ever so slightly. “ did you know him? “ there’s a pause, and her gaze becomes a little sharper. meadow green eyes scan her target, as if they were some sort of high esteemed item at an auction. “ i’m just… “ she trails off. eyebrows pull into a frown. “ i have to get a couple quotes about him for the prophet, but it feels so sudden. “

just in the last week, the number of war casualties had risen. no, not by one. however, the name REGULUS BLACK made more heads turn and care, even if only for the purpose of theorizing about the life and allegiances of the youngest black heir. in truth, alastor found it quite disgusting. he couldn't change the route of all the chatter even if he tried, though, so he'd resign himself to a quiet rage. one person who couldn't remain in silence was the voice that he could swear gave him migraines at the very first couple of words. rita sounded borderline-emotional, which was certainly a ploy to get sympathy and information. the cheap tricks, as he saw them, that some people had to use to get what they wanted, rita being the posterchild for it. " a kid is dead, rita. " merlin, how he wished he'd said it louder, bolder, attracting attention to what he believed was a shameful moment for her, but out of respect for the situation he simply spit the words while moving near her. the closest he'd ever gotten. the quietest as well. " can you do your job without putting on a pity act ? it's not right. "