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↳ sirius

     Why? Of all the students he could have run into in this forsaken forest, why—why—did it have to be him? Sirius doesn’t even much care about this bloody key; he’s just hungry to taste adrenaline and dance with thrill. And instead of adrenaline and thrill, he’s been given Evan Rosier, Ghost of Sirius Black’s Past. Forced self-reflection with a side of this is what your future could have been and could still be: order up! For a moment, Sirius considers turning on his heel and sprinting in the opposite direction before his presence can be detected, but that thought evaporates almost as soon as it’s formed, for Evan acknowledges Sirius’ intrusion before he can make a break for it. Merlin, that prat is perceptive.

     Did your mother never tell you it was rude to stare? A laugh dripping with bitter acid befalls Sirius’ lips as he mulls over the question and moves away from the shadows, nearing the rock the older boy is perched on. “Oh, my mum’s told me lots of things, Rosier. Haven’t listened to a single one of them to date.” The words are delivered with the juxtaposition of a smile coated in warm, hypnotic entrancement and words that prick like thorns. He pauses, eyes narrowing pointedly on the Slytherin before him. “And I reckon I’m better off because of it. Better off than you, at least…”  Puppet. He doesn’t say the word aloud—but he may as well have. The two unspoken syllables hang between the snake and the lion like a bladed pendulum, ready to collide into whichever boy makes the first misstep.

    Beneath his perch, the water ripples out at the dip of his foot; moon-lit reflection warped, distorted into a barely recognisable blur. Sirius stands, barely a metre away, far more a mirror of who he was then any illusion the water could conjure. The gryffindor red of his tie is bleached pale under the low lighting, more burgundy then scarlet, and if he didn’t know it was there - Evan’s eyes would have been unable to pick out the warm accents. Just another student of no consequence. Except he wasn’t, and never would be. 

Not from their childhood of fleeting glances, smiles slight at the younger boys antics even as he hears the scold of elders. Sirius doing what was thought for a moment in Evan’s head, so quickly quelled as foolishness . ( a WASTE of all the work he’d done. ) Fear stifling a rebellion that the other’s boy’s blood was made of. Only once he had held out a hand of peace to him, offering up a sanctuary for a night - and paid for it with the scars crosses silvery across the pale curve of his knuckles. Where bitterness could have festered, he drew on apathy to guide him, to press his lips thin and pale in what could have been a humourless smile. 

           “ Aunt Walburga’s always been a bit of a harpy -” his expression                is guileless, his gaze keen as though assessing. Ignoring the                 curl of dread in his gut which agrees with him —

             —  hiding it with a sharp snap of apple beneath his teeth, blade               disappearing into the fold of pitch dark robes. “ No surprising you              proved to be the weak link out of us all - becasue Merlin forbid               it would never have been Regulus.”

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EVAN&&HELENA.

❛   her ribcage is filled with flowers           but they are                    dead, dead, dead.    ❜

                ( @twofacedserpent )

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↳ barty

It takes more energy than it ever should for his focus to remain upon Evan’s face — upon his eyes. He does not dare to lower his gaze ( to lips, to the neck, lower, lower ) less his concentration further cracks. 

           The voices hounding him have lessened to almost nothing. As if it is truly them alone in this space. Distant and ( not ) close enough. 

Evan’s words causes a huff to sound from him, and Barty shakes his head. “Ah, I don’t think this would guarantee an avoidance of such a thing. And Professor Clearwater seemed highly aware of that.” He won’t admit it aloud until he better knows the professor, but the man seems akin to M U L C I B E R in a way. 

No matter. Pointless to dwell upon that fact until later. With lips pulling to a smirk, his tone is light ( as he weaves beautiful words upon his golden tongue ) as he asks, “You aren’t wondering what the key unlocks? It could very well be anything to better yourself — at least for the year. Truly, you aren’t curious at all to know?”

    Between sharp teeth his lower lip catches and bites down, light with a hum sounding low in acknowledgement. The wind shifts, strikingly chill across his back, and he sways with it. Without the incentive for stillness, Evan tightens the hold of his arms around the cage of his ribs and shifts with the influence of the elements; curls brushing light across his crown.

            “ I do hope he doesn’t get too attached - “ and there’s a thin veil of                 resistance there, distaste coating his tongue - honey thick and                 half as sweet - hinting at the foreshadowing of a threat  —

              —  there in a moment, gone in the next. Evan’s smile curving small               Barely there. Bound by a fondness he would not say, and the pull of               another’s curiosity, It’s typical of a raven to question, and it makes him               laugh short; a scoff if not lacking the usual mocking bite —

                              “ Better myself? Perhaps - I just... I never have been one keen on                                  the very idea of mysteries. Far too long winded, always with the                                  chance of underwhelming." he shrugs, the action pulling at his                                  shirt. “ Surely you have enough curiosity for us both. ”

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EVAN&&BARTY.

 ❛   I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed  And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.   ❜

                      ( @notbartemius )

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↳ bellatrix

It seemed like basically no snake bothered trying to participate in the competition the teachers had created but rather, despite the voices whispering directions and ‘advices’, did their own thing. Mainly trying to scare the other students, successfully in most cases. If it wasn’t so pathetic how easily most of them were scared- and not only the younger ones but some of the older years as well-, Bellatrix might have called it cute or endearing. However, those weren’t words she usually used and she surely wouldn’t start doing so for those people unworthy of the magic that ran through their veins.  Distracted by annoyance and on the search for a victim that would have to pay for her lack of she paved her way through the thicket of the forest, cutting her way free with a constant movement of her wand until she saw Evan seemingly just as entertained as she was. 

         “Well, my mother did tell me it was rude to stare, however I’m not staring, honey. I’m                 just asking myself if you’re as bored as I am”, Bella responded with a little shrug                                an little amused grin gracing her rosy lips, “because it really seems like it.To be                         honest, I wonder if anybody is enjoying this piece of silliness and boredom?” 

From his perch, Evan was in a position to look down on Bellatrix - lips pulling sharp over teeth, flashing in the semi-darkness. The smile is wane, too bitter in it’s curvature. It’s an expression of polite indifference, automatic to mirror the amusement which dances across the other’s features. Cousins though they may be, warmth was something which was a rarity to him. So even at the familiarity which sings through words breathed on chilled air, Evan doesn't let the tense line of his guard down. And It’s only by the same instilled instincts, which he eventually gives up his high ground advantage; pushing off with his foot to the side of the rock into open air. The ground comes upon him a few feet later, legs bend to take the impact and inwardly he winces from the sudden jarring stillness.

                “ Still staring, Bellatrix,” he retorts, just arching a brow to her show                    of amusement. The endearment makes his lips twitch, twisting in                   annoyance - if only from the endearment itself  —

                          ( — if not also the one who spoke it. )

                 “ I’m no fan of trouncing around in the cold and dark upon                     the whims of others. if I go for the key, it’ll be when someone                     has already done all the dirty work of finding it for me. Until                     then, I don’t care for it.”

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Evan: So, essentially, you’re suggesting we lay siege to the castle? Voldemort: Don’t forget to bring baby catapults. Evan: You mean tiny catapults? Or catapults that throw babies? Voldemort: Surprise me. 

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It’s a sin to kiss you but I don’t care.

I’m already in hell, celtic-poetry (via roseir)

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and now he’s so devoid of color

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We strip blood from our veins, we crack iron from our teeth, and we pierce bones through our skin. We unmake ourselves, brick by brick. Rome’s armies are retreating, unnatural for a city built on war. This is easy for us, too easy. It will frighten you how easy it is; you will want it and you will be fearful, and that fear will make you want it more, because we have none. We become animals when the gods are looking elsewhere. An emptiness comes into our eyes, and everything goes quiet. We are not the answer to an age old question, ‘what does it mean to be human?’ We are another question entirely: ‘How does one learn to be less than?’

Madeleine C, Inhuman (via vanesssaives)

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↳ marlene

Illuminated by only the moonlight and its reflection on the dark waters, the Rosier boy looked more like an ancient Greek work of art than a breathing human. His jaw carved from marble, not flesh; his hands as skilled as an epic warrior. A curious smile graced her lips as she slipped onto the rock beside him and took the apple from his fingers. As for his personality, she didn’t know much beyond his reserved nature. He was never in the center of parties with her, but lurking on the outskirts. He was a Slytherin, clearly, and they tended to have more than just a dakr reputation at the moment. Marlene was never one for rumors, though, so she settled in easily.

“Not really,” she admitted. “My plan for the evening was to wander around until I found something exciting; it’s just a shame I forgot my flask, or everything would seem exciting.” Marlene pursed her lips as she considered his next questions. Surely they had different views of the competition, but they both ended up secluded from it. “Childish? I thought this was all more strange. Sending children into the forest with whispering in their ears, encouraging them to duel for a key that probably leads nowhere - it’s terribly cryptic.” A grin was spread over her lips, as it seemed to always be. It was eager and curious. “Naturally, I can’t wait to see how it ends.”

He takes the acceptance of his offer as a moment of peace between them, neatly slicing off another section and biting into it without ceremony. Silence is ease for him, lips pursed and tongue pressing into the back of his teeth to stop unsavoury retorts. He does not duck his head at the tell tale heat which flicks across the cut of his jaw, shadowed into contrasts by the low light - keenly aware of the way she watches him. Bluntly taking in the shallow facets of his looks and eyes darkened by the low light. His hair left in curls atop his brow- mused by one too many runs of fingers - and silvery scars crossed across the back of already pale knuckles. Resolute where they grasp the knife and apple independently.

                “ Give us a door and give us a motive - vague promises of glory &&                     points are hardly enough to warrant gallivanting around a forest                    for hours. It’s nothing more then a test covered in a treasure hunt  —

                           ( — a game covering some higher purpose. )

                  all the Ravenclaws are lapping this right up - and if I had a                   better reason then ‘becasue we said so’ maybe I would be                    too     —     I do like to prove myself ( B E T T E R ) if only for                    prosperities sake.”

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↳ barty

It is only when a sliver of light peeks through to shine upon the other boy does Barty realize he called to Evan. And his mind goes blank for far too many moments, barely hearing what Evan says in reply. Barty simply watches the upward curve of his shoulder, watching it fall, and his gaze travels up the boy’s neck until he’s staring at Evan’s eyes. 

                                              ( snap out of it, i d i o t )

      “You’re not intrigued by the tournament? Not wondering why             this new DA teacher concocted this game?” He took a few           steps closer, though still carefully maintaining some distance.                          “Don’t believe the risk is worth the reward?”

Fingers curl around air - their curvature like claws - wavering forth and taken by the inscrutable urge to reach out and touch. Barty is close so that his soft words are loud to Evan's ears, but seemingly to far in a way which makes his body want to draw him closer. Evan breaths, ribs constricting as he let’s it out; trapped under the cross of arms around his chest - holding together a measure of composure as he shifts his weight, subtly leaning more into his space.

                 “Maybe in hope he won’t befall to the dark arts curse, like the last                        dozen fools to filter through the position,” he cocks a brow, thinking                   more on Barty’s words than he might ever admit aloud  —

                 - but it doesn’t stop the coy cynicism to take his tone.  “ House                    points and praise, hardly rewards I have much care for —                    perhaps if the stakes were higher, I may put more effort in.”

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↳ glenda

Her lips curled at the quip. She turned her back to the young man in favor of watching the hippogriffs, hiding the smile on her face. She did not mind the Slytherin behind her, after all Slytherins couldn’t be wholly bad (could they?) and he had not flung any spells at her when her back was turned before. Still, she carefully twirled the wand in her hand, holding it slightly away from her body to ensure that it could be seen, as she focused on the beasts in the clearing as they dug their hooves into the ground and pecked at each other. 

            “I just wanted to make sure that there wasn’t any sort of temptation. Of                            all the things to take someone out, I’d imagine being mauled                            by hippogriffs to be a rather painful way to go.”

For a moment, he almost chuckles, watching the power play - a show of control - as she holds her wand out for him to see. A clear ( I’m still in charge here ) if he’d ever seen one. Had he been within eye shot, Evan might have raised his hands, palm out in a sign of backing down from an attack he never planned. But without being seen, he rolls his eyes dramatically to the darkening sky, breathe huffing from his lips in a puff of mist.

                  “Didn't even come to mind,” he looks contemplative for a second                            leaving her to squat in the bushes while he perches on a tree root.                  “ There’s also no chance I’ll get distracted by something shiny  —

                  - so you’ve got nothing to worry about. Less being mauled by                     hippogriffs gives me an excuse to go back to the castle and                      the long overdue bath which awaits me.“

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↳ helena

Every step along the way lead her to someone she adored for many reasons, but mostly for always staying close to her, for being the light on her darkest days, the dream in her sleep, defeating nightmares with ease. He was like the sunniest winter day, snow reflecting the sun as the first drops of ice already melted again – a perfect match of affection, intellect and just the right mixture of emotions she needed. 

“Intimidate? Oh, no. I was barely testing out my limits,” Helena smiled at him with pure joy – something only he was allowed to see. “I hope you’re in the mood for a little bit of hide and seek with an inanimate object?” Helena inquired as she intertwined her fingers into one another. “I’m sure we’ll have so much fun, my sweet Evan.”

A single smile and the tension unfurls from his chest, blooming open, rose like, to grace the stone carved lines of his face into a smile. It’s whimsical, cutting divots into his cheeks as he huffs out a breath through his nose. The way he holds himself is still isolated, standing tall even amongst the towering oaks, still and statue like. Though there is fondness in his eyes, he doesn’t move to embrace Helena; staying within his own space, seemingly still unsure as to how to deal with the bubble of joy ( of  R E L I E F ), that comes about from seeing her. 

                  “Ah, R I G H T, I’ll take your word for it,” Evan laughs, his happiness                             sitting subdued in the low tenor of his voice and light curving smile.                    “ Better together then alone with our boredom for company, right?

                                    ( H O N E S T L Y )

                   - hiding a key in a forest, I’m sure there’s some sort of metaphor                      which would suit this lunacy, why not just give the bloody thing                      wings and make us all scramble for it on brooms too.“