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    there is a mild sense of relief as tonks recognizes the younger wizard’s face. she hasn’t spent a lot of time with him, but if she has to be around anyone—she’s glad it’s a hufflepuff alumnus. though, if she’s honest with herself, she wishes she could just be alone. tonks runs a hand through her hair to get it out of her face before she speaks, ❝ it’s quite alright, te— ❞ her words are cut short when the connection’s made. teddy. his name is, ❝ teddy. ❞  long lashes flutter as half her body falls numb. pins and needles run up her her arms, though she can hardly feel it. the card in her hand sways to the ground. her eyes carefully trail back to teddy ; her chest swells with emotions she’s never felt felt before. ❝ it’s you, isn’t it ? ❞ she asks, voice as gentle as a silk. ❝ you’re him, you’re that teddy—aren’t you ? ❞

CONFUSION TAKES TEDDY when tonks’ words fall short. he thinks something big must have happened- something bad. but he would have never think it had anything to do with him, but that all changes when he hears his name. the way she says it. the weight behind it. goosebumps wash over teddy’s skin. is it finally happening? is his mum finally remembering him? teddy releases a shaky breath. ❛ if by ‘that teddy’, you mean your- your son. then . . . y-yeah, that’d be me. ❜ he confirms. he tries to sound casual but as usual, he’s failing. a smile breaks across his face and clashes with his anxiety. he’s terrified but so happy.  ❛ i . . . i have to admit, i’m a bit shell shocked. i was beginning to think you’d never remember. ❜ 

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( TEDDY LUPIN, BELLATRIX BLACK, MOLLY PREWETT, JOYCE BYERS, JOSIE SALTZMAN, PERCY JACKSON, ANYA ROMANOVA, ELSA, & MICHELLE JONES )

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MOTHER’S DAY SENTENCE STARTERS

’ Happy Mother’s Day! ’ ’ So, what did you get for your mom? ’ ’ Is this a good enough Mother’s day present? ’ ’ I need two, please, one for each of my mom’s. ’ ’ My dad is going to help me get the perfect gift for my mom. ’ ’ My mom needs something extra special. ’ ’ You got your mom a pin? Really? That’s all? ’ ’ I made my mom a gift basket for mother’s day. ’ ’ Aw, honey, you shouldn’t have! You are the best child a mother could ask for. ’ ’ You’re the best mom in the whole wide world. ’ ’ I hope you like my gift, the best ones are the ones you make. ’ ’ I really didn’t think she was going to like it that much. ’ ’ What should I get for my two mom’s on this day? ’ ’ You have to get two gifts, for both moms. ’ ’ What if I get one and split it between each of my moms? ’ ’ I’m so lucky to have not one but two moms. ’ ’ I’m so lucky to have a mom who is both my mom and my dad. ’ ’ Who needs a dad when I’ve already got superwoman as my mom. ’ ’ My mom doesn’t need another parent for me, she’s more than enough. ’ ’ My mom is the best thing to ever Grace this Earth. ’ ’ I’m happy because my mom liked her gift I got her. ’ ’ I hope you had a great day mom, you deserve it. ’ ’ I’m booking a vacation for my mom, she deserve one. ’ ’ I’m getting two, eactly a like, for each mom. ’ ’ So, what did you get for your mom? ’ ’ Ever decide what you’re getting for your moms? ’ ’ I think I can help you get gifts for your moms today. ’ ’ Did you want to help me with my gift for my mom now? ’ ’ I don’t have any money to get my mom anything. ’ ’ You can always just make something special for her. ’ ’ I suck at picking out gifts for people. Especially my moms. ’ ’ Mom, thank you for everything you’ve done for me. ’ ’ I’d be lost without both my moms, don’t see how you manage with only one. ’ ’ I really love both my moms so much. ’ ’ I can’t wait to show my mom! ’ ’ Give me some ideas for a gift for my mom. ’ ’ I can’t believe this day is here, I don’t know what to do. ’ ’ I hope you enjoy your gift. ’ ’ Okay, close your eyes, it’s a surprise! ’ ’ What if I got my mom a dog for mother’s day? ’ ’ This gift is going to be here. ’ ’ Think my mom will like this gift? ’ ’ I’m going to shopping for mother’s day. ’ ’ Okay, so which one do you think? ’ ’ I got my mom two gifts. ’ ’ I wish I could get something for my mom. ’ ’ My mom’s both are getting the same thing. ’

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THE MODERN WORLD IS SO FRUSTRATING. before she tried to learn how to drive, anya found cars to be fascinating. they’re fast and they look like they make a person feel free. however, she learned they’re just angry vessels that angry people use to get around and yell at each other in. anya had just talked herself from her own tantrum from trying to parallel park in the tight space when clint asks her to move. ❛ are you kidding me? ❜ demands the grand duchess. ❛ you had ample time to speak up before i got this blasted thing into the space! ❜

“Listen, pal. Your gonna have to take it up with the shop, I’m only the delivery guy.” Clint stared the customer as he was complaining about the pizza that he received. Clint was clearly off duty and clearly didn’t give a flying fuck what this guys problem was. Throwing his hat into his shitty car, he sighed heavily. “I’m off the clock and really don’t care what your problem is.” He just wanted to go home and cuddle up with his dog, Lucky. Probably pop in a movie. He never really did finish that movie. The captions were all whacked and it was having a hard time reading the lips since the scenes were flipping quickly. Looking over, he sighed once more to the person that just pulled next to him; blocking him in. “Hey! Can you move your car, please?” He was three seconds away from a fist fight in public.

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JOSIE IS RATHER DISTRACTED but it’s hard to ignore a question so bizarre. she looks up from her book, watching rhaegar with curiosity. ❛ are you . . . okay? ❜ asks the siphon. she sits up a little straighter to offer him her full attention. ❛ you seem a little lost. ❜

Clutching his chest, Rhaegar could not stop heaving. Ever since arriving in this strange place a few days ago, he hadn’t been right. He remembered dying, he remembered it quite well - he was sure it wasn’t some dream. But standing here now, the Crown Prince could not understand what was happening.  

“Is this some…Some heaven?” Rhaegar wondered aloud, unaware of anyone around him.

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PERCY’S MOUTH TURNS INTO A SMALL FROWN. he’s never been a fan of them- all the most annoying people in the world are either wearing flip flops or dad sneakers. ❛ maybe you should consider it a sign that you shouldn’t wear them. ❜

“you don’t know true pain until you’re trying to put on flip-flops while your feet are asleep.” This was why Klaus hated wearing shoes. That, and they were constricting.

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THERE ISN’T THE SMALLEST SIGN that effy wants any company but there are very few tables that aren’t overcrowded, and joyce isn’t one for trying to keep up with pinterest moms. she slides onto the end of the table bench and politely grins if any eye contact is accidentally made. ❛ not your favorite holiday, huh? ❜ joyce asks gently, referring to the serious look on effy’s face as she sips on the drinks. ❛ mine either. ❜

effy didn’t have a mum. not really, not one that was worth shit. it had taken her daughter losing her mind and trying to kill herself before anthea actually stepped up, stopped drinking and took care of her. that’s why it didn’t bother effy too much that they were having some kind of mothers day celebration. she would just take advantage of the free drinks, and hope no one would try and start a conversation with her. the longer she was stuck here in this town, the more she hated it. sure, it was nice enough, nicer than bristol anyway, but she missed her friends. she missed feelings safe. she didn’t trust anyone here. 

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EVEN THE THOUGHT of having her most personal thoughts broadcast for the world to see makes her want to puke. ❛ i can’t say i’ve seen it. ❜ explains josie. a sarcastic thought about taking better care of your shit enters her minds but she keeps it to herself.  ❛ but i just moved everything that was laying around into the lost and found. ❜

“sorry, i really don’t have time to talk, not unless you’ve seen a purple notebook with stars scribbled on the cover, because its got a lot of private notes in it that i would really like to keep to myself.”

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WHEN TEDDY SPOTS TONKS leaving the park far before the party should be over, he is quick to follow her. he hasn’t spent any time alone with her lately. he doesn’t know that she knows about him, so he thinks it’ll just be another casual conversation. when teddy hears the sound of sniffling, his heart freezes. ❛ what’s happened? has someone done something? ❜ asks teddy immediately. he’s filled with worry as he sits next to his mum, feeling rather desperate to fix whatever is broken. it’s rather strange to love a stranger this deeply, but he does. 

     as she looks down at the mother’s day card in front of her, tonks’ heart swells with emotions she can’t explain. she’s tried—merlin, how she’s tried. but try as she may, she can’t remember a thing about her son. at the sound of approaching footsteps, the witch inhales sharply, quickly wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. ❝ w-wotcher ? ❞ she asks, trying to sound cool & casual as she prays to every deity she can think of that her eyes aren’t puffy. spoiler alert: they most certainly are. 

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TOM RIDDLE

          “AH, I SEE …” TOM MUSES, lightly tapping his fingers along the arm of the bench. a purely amused chuckle slips from his slightly parted lips at the insult to lucius malfoy’s character, and he casts the eldest black sister a sidelong glance. “that’s it, then ?” there is a clear disappointment woven into the tone of tom’s voice. of all people, he would have expected bellatrix to be on the same page as himself. unfortunately, that just wasn’t the case. “is it just you that’s here ? have none of my oh-so-loyal followers made an appearance yet ?” he asks the question, despite already knowing the answer, just as he knew there would be hell to pay when the rest of his posse finally decides to show their faces. he’s beginning to lose interest in the conversation. that is, of course, until bellatrix reveals that his calling had brought on more memories than she’d had before. slowly, his eyebrows began to raise and he shifts to face the woman, his curiosity peaked. “is that so ?”

BELLATRIX’S JAW TIGHTENS as the disappointment hints her. her heart and eyes both lower- she does not dare look tom in the eye right now. the hand in her lap turns into a fist and it tightens the longer she thinks about it. ❛ this place is crawling with gits from the wizarding world . . . though no one of any importance that i can see. ❜ explains bella. she doesn’t know who harry potter is, much less the weight he holds for the dark lord’s plans. her cheeks feel warm with the embarrassment of disappointing the man beside her, who undoubtably has a steel hold on her. bella doesn’t remember their personal history but that changes little of her devotion to his cause- she was raised for it. ❛ it came through as a sort of . . . vision. as though i’d been on the receiving end of a legilimens. surely, your power is far greater than whatever’s blocking my memory. ❜ 

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PETER PARKER

IT WAS CLEAR to peter that michelle was confused by it all, and if she didn’t remember anything that had happened in the past few years, he couldn’t blame her for being freaked out; he was freaked out, and he remembered what had happened ! when he notices her move up on the ledge for him, he smiles lightly, before heading over and climbing on top of the windowsill next to her. “ oh… no reason, i guess. i just meant with being stuck here, and everything. i thought it could be quite unsettling. no ! yeah.. yeah, it did. but i don’t really know much about it, or how i can explain it. ”

MICHELLE GRINS as peter decides to take a seat beside her. she’s happy to recognize someone, even if it reminds her that nothing on the island adds up. ❛ you sure about that? ❜ challenges mj. ❛ what, there’s no spidey sense that gives you intel on what’s going on? ❜ her tone is just a little light- she’s teasing. it can’t be too surprising for anyone to find out that she knows. peter’s ‘secret’ is awfully kept, but she can give him a B- for effort. michelle shakes her head and looks to the rest of the library- it’s a strange mixture of characters. ❛ nothing about this place makes sense. ❜

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ARTHUR WEASLEY

It really was her. His heart swelled and he hugged her back. “My Molly! My Mollywobbles!” He continued to sob softly before he kissed her head over and over.  Without notice, he captured her lips in his. “I’ve missed you so much! You and our kids…..” He let out a shaken breathe. “How have you been doing here? Where are the kids? Have you seen them?”

A HEARTFELT CHUCKLE leaves her at the sound of her old nickname. ❛ and here i thought we could leave that in the past. ❜ teases molly. not that she means it- it’d be strange if arthur didn’t use pet names with her. she really doesn’t understand why it is that her childhood sweetheart was so emotional but she wants to be there for him. molly’s taken aback at the unexpected kiss but she doesn’t do anything to stop it- even if it seems a little . . . off. as though there’s something she’s missing. the next words out of arthur’s mouth spark confusion more intense than molly’s ever known. ❛ what are you going on about now? ❜ asks molly. she chuckles, semi awkwardly- surely, it has to be a joke. ❛ has living with the muggles officially turned you mad? ❜

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VICTOIRE WEASLEY

victoire just watches him for a moment, wiping her hand on her dress a nervous habit of hers. “i’m just- not ready for her to not know who i am, she’s my mum, if she she doesn’t recognize me i don’t know what i’d do…” she mumbled, shaking the thought out of her head, they had made it only a few steps before he mentioned meeting his mum and she froze. “you met your mum? was it- how was it? what happened?” she’d always wished teddy could’ve known his parents, so hearing that this strange situation had given him that chance made her hopeful that it went alright.

TEDDY NODS. he empathizes her fear a lot more than he would like to. ❛ i dunno if that reasoning has much of a shelf life. imagine all you wouldn’t do in your life if all you did was hide. ❜ he muses. teddy understands that the rejection that comes with being turned away by one’s mother is sharp- and almost impossible to get over. he wouldn’t push victoire towards it if he didn’t think it was important. teddy nods a second time to confirm that he met his mother. ❛ i . . . at first i just thought she was just another metamorphmagus, so i went up to her- you know what i mean? but then i got a better look at her face. ❜ the farther into the story he goes, the more teddy feels himself beginning to frown. but he picks himself back up quickly, but it isn’t genuine. ❛ i met my father, too. he remembers me- which is a shame, because i acted like a proper moron the entire time. he caught on to who i was rather quickly- i completely blanked. ❜ he is quite heartbroken over tonks but there is an undeniable grin that wants to break out from just being able to say words like ‘father’ and ‘mum’ outloud. ❛ they’re both alive. ❜

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THE PACKAGE IN FRONT OF HER might as well be a bomb, as that’s the amount of suspicion that bellatrix has when she stares at it. the furthest thing from her mind is motherhood- and she has no memory of ever having a child. logically, she knows it can’t be for her. but there’s a gut feeling that won’t let her dismiss it completely. once someone is within ear shot, bellatrix shoves the box towards them. ❛ from me to you, dearie. happy christmas. ❜

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A SMALL MOUNTAIN OF GIFTS are spread out on the table. molly sits behind them with wide eyes, unsure of what to think. there isn’t a reason in the world why she should be receiving one mother’s day gift- much less enough for seven children and twelve grandchildren. sweets, clothing, perfumes, facial masks- it’s all there and it’s way too much for her. she accidentally locks eyes with someone as they walk by and she is quick to try to grab their attention. ❛ please take something! seriously- really have at it. i feel like a bloody hoarder! ❜ insists molly. she picks up a bottle of whisky that came in the box and sets it next to her- that one she may need sooner than later. 

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THE WAY MOLLY SMILES at the barista translates into her words as she thanks them. she drops her straw into her cup as she turns to leave- ready to start a normal day. but the sound of her name as it rips across the ‘peaceful’ coffee shop nearly startles her to death. ❛ what!? what is it!? what’s wrong?? ❜ molly jumps back, looking around for the sudden danger she must be walking into. nothing. it looks normal. she turns around, a new sense of confusion on her face. she stares at the man, and it quickly turns into concern. why is he staring at her that way? ❛ what in merlin’s n- ❜ her words fall short. it might’ve taken an extra second for her to see the resemblance, but it does click. ❛ arthur . . . ? arthur weasley . . . ? ❜ questions molly, eyes even wider. she looks to him with disbelief. in her mind, she’s just her natural age, and they’re meant to be around the same. that clearly isn’t the case but she doesn’t care. molly approaches him swiftly and throws her arms around arthur, squeezing him tightly. ❛ it’s been so long since i’ve seen a familiar face! ❜ exclaims the witch. but familiar might be pushing it. he looks different. but she’s happy- so happy- to reconnect with someone. ❛ i was beginning to think i made everyone up. oh- dear, you’re shaking. is everything all right? ❜

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He had been searching for her. Searching for her for so damn long. Four Years. Four years of loneliness, worry, grief. He thought this was some cruel trick. He had lost his children— the love of his life. But when he saw her from across the way from the coffee shop— his breath left him and on pure instinct, he left the shop ( without even paying for the coffee in his hands ). He knew that firey hair– he knew his Mollywobbles. “Molly… MOLLY!” He called out for her, dropping the coffee on the ground as tears welled up in his eyes. He finally found her. But he stopped dead in his tracks in front of her, the teary eyes widened. “Molly?” She looked— young. The same age as the short years after Hogwarts. “W-you’re so young.” And here he was— older– balding.

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