#annabelle harris

[sea-den]

i have a couple characters ..

[summersnow82]

My husband bought me a new laptop for Christmas. He’s such a doll. In exchange, I told him I would finish one of my ongoing fics.

[chrasilla]

this but where the edgy dark character is the one saying no to murder and the pure innocent cupcake is the feral one

[narnianpoet]

Looking for someone?

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The sun casted a warm, golden glow upon the four sixth year girls in their dorm room as Lily was sitting up against the headboard of her four poster bed busying herself with plaiting her auburn hair for the upcoming Hogsmede trip that was taking place in a few hours from now.

“Oh, I do hope that Black and his friends aren’t planning to go to The Three Broomsticks as well, I don’t think I can bear to listen to another one of Sirius’ embarrassing attempts at a joke” Voiced Marlene from the windowsill, sat with her legs in an uncomfortable looking crisscross whilst painting her nails with a cherry red eye glitter that she used as a makeshift nail varnish, even though it was bound to rub off before even stepping foot out of the Fat Lady’s portrait. Nevertheless it was the perfect colour to compliment her dirty blonde, almost brown hair.

“I doubt it, I overheard them in the common room last night saying they were going to go straight to Zonkos to buy more dung bombs, or something like that” Replied Lily, though her voice was slightly strained by the bobby pins that she was gripping awkwardly between her teeth, her hands already occupied with braiding.

“Wow! First you voluntarily sat next to James in Transfiguration on Friday last week and now you're listening in on his conversations, what’s next study dates in the library? Honestly, just admit it, you have feelings for him!” Mary Declared in a teasing yet somehow also sympathetic manner.

“Oh and don’t forget at dinner when she actually laughed at that weird pickup line he always uses!” Marlene said and Mary flashed a quick grin at her.

“Yeah, I thought you said… When was it? Four or five months ago, you were going to ignore him from now on and that you ‘don’t find James funny nor care what he has to say’ after that situation with Snape last may?” Pandora added to the conversation from inside the bathroom.

“Ok maybe I was just a bit angry at him for messing with Snape, besides I’m over it now and I’m not friends with Severus anymore so it’s not like it’s any of his business who I decide to spend my time with anyway” Lily told everyone hastily. “Also what about you Pen, have you finished doing your makeup? We’d all better hurry and get down to breakfast, you’ve got your date with Dorcas soon and we don’t want you to be late like last time.”

“Yep! I’m almost ready, I just need to finish doing my eyes and then I’m done!”

The room fell into a comfortable silence after that, which was only broken after Pandora made her way out of the bathroom with her hair tied up in a loose French twist, a long flowing skirt and glittering pink eyeshadow that complimented the sequins sewn into her soft-green top. The girls all gave their compliments with Lily encouraging Pandora to give them a quick twirl before heading out the dorm room and to the Great Hall for breakfast.

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Once Marlene, Lily and Mary got settled down on the benches at the Gryffindor table Pandora helped herself to a quick piece of toast and said her goodbyes to the girls before making her way down into the dungeons to meet Dorcas outside of her common room.

Not long after Marlene finished eating her porridge (that she without a doubt put far too much sugar in) just in front of her she noticed Lily frequently looking down the table and at the entrance of the hall, failing miserably at what one could assume was the attempt of nonchalance.

“Looking for someone?”

Lily gave a small dismissive hum in return to Marlene’s comment and stayed focused on the entrance hall visible through the large open doors.

“Lilyyyyyyy” said Malene in a sing-song tone with a half irritated half amused look on her face. After that didn’t work she resorted to waving her hand and snapping her fingers in front of the red-head. “Honestly, if you’re going to claim to not have feelings for a boy, maybe you should at least try not to look like a dog waiting for its owner to return whilst searching for him!”

This claim and the sudden hand movement snapped Lily out of her trance and she peered down at her scrambled eggs with an embarrassed look and gave Mary a sheepish smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, in which Mary returned with a playful shove and a grin that made Lily feel a little better. That was the thing with Mary, she always knew what to do or what to say in awkward moments, it wasn’t hard for Lily to understand why Mary was so well-liked and popular amongst the boys, she was undeniably very attractive and had an even better personality that made it almost impossible for anyone to dislike her.

Mary tucked a corkscrew curl behind her ear. “There’s no point looking for him Lils, he and those bloody marauders were at that Ravenclaw part last night, I heard Ludwig-”

“it’s Lupin actually” Cut in Marlene

“Yes well, you get who I mean though, anyway apparently he had too much to drink and vomited everywhere and it was a nightmare to clean up, so I doubt the four of them will be coming down anytime soon, they all are probably dealing with a nightmare of a hangover, bless them”

“Well, that’s enough about boys!” Said Marlene with forced eagerness, sensing Lily’s uncomfortability and trying to change the subject “Who’s excited for Hogsmede then? We’d better go looking for a new dress for you, Lils. After all, you keep wearing that same old dress to the slug club, it’s getting awfully repetitive and I’m sure Mary wants an excuse to buy more jeans anyway”

Mary and Lily laughed and decided that Marlene was right and going clothes shopping before heading to get a butterbeer sounded like a pleasurable enough Saturday for them.

“Right then, I think it’s time to get going don’t you?”

“Yep”

“Mhm”

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Wrapped up tight in scarves, hats, gloves and coats, already tired from trying on so many clothes, the girls eventually made it to The Three Broomsticks and sat down at a booth in the corner, it was loud and the tables were sticky with butterbeer. It reminded Lily of when she would visit pubs with her parents and older sister after being out on a too-long dog walk or bike ride. She loved learning magic and living at school, receiving her acceptance letter to Hogwarts was easily the best thing that had ever happened to her, but sometimes she really did miss home.

The girls keenly exchanged gossip, giggled enthusiastically about the drama that took place at the Ravenclaw party and played a game of truth or dare, but nobody out of the three was brave enough to pick dare so they ended up telling their secrets and most humiliating stories. Though it wasn’t quite as good as they had originally expected it to be as they were close enough friends that they had either already shared most of the things with each other before in a late night conversation or were together when it happened.

Lily would never say it to their faces but it was moments like these that she was endlessly grateful for. She couldn’t imagine life without Mary and Marlene. She didn’t want any of this to change, ever.

a/n: This is a repost from my old side blog, I don’t like it much but that’s okay 🙂 Also first time posting my writing on this account yay!

[scaramionee]

It's currently 3 am here, I'm sitting on my bed, currently questioning my existence, wondering what on earth did that author sprinkled on their fanfiction to turn it into such masterpiece. I don't think I can ever recover from what I've just finished reading a moment ago. Holy shit, some Ao3 writers are just batshit insane. What the fuck do they eat in order to come up with a storyline like this??!!

That fic was just mind blowing, and now it's haunting me ugh. And the worst part is it's not even canon compliant but I don't give a fuck. I'll never be the same about gothic appetite and I will never look at Edgar Allen Poe's "Annabelle Lee" poem the same way ever again.

And yeah, I love Regulus Arcturus Black. Sorry if I ever badmouthed u bae 🙏🙏

I WANNA SCREAM IN PAIN AGONY AND DESPAIR NOW THAT IT'S ENDED WHY WHY WHY SHKFJKSHKSJSSHJJ-

[idontknowwhattonamethishehe]

Looking for someone?

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The sun casted a warm, golden glow upon the four sixth year girls in their dorm room as Lily was sitting up against the headboard of her four poster bed busying herself with plaiting her auburn hair for the upcoming Hogsmede trip that was taking place in a few hours from now.

“Oh, I do hope that Black and his friends aren’t planning to go to The Three Broomsticks as well, I don’t think I can bear to listen to another one of Sirius’ embarrassing attempts at a joke” Voiced Marlene from the windowsill, sat with her legs in an uncomfortable looking crisscross whilst painting her nails with a cherry red eye glitter that she used as a makeshift nail varnish, even though it was bound to rub off before even stepping foot out of the Fat Lady’s portrait. Nevertheless it was the perfect colour to compliment her dirty blonde, almost brown hair.

“I doubt it, I overheard them in the common room last night saying they were going to go straight to Zonkos to buy more dung bombs, or something like that” Replied Lily, though her voice was slightly strained by the bobby pins that she was gripping awkwardly between her teeth, her hands already occupied with braiding.

“Wow! First you voluntarily sat next to James in Transfiguration on Friday last week and now you're listening in on his conversations, what’s next study dates in the library? Honestly, just admit it, you have feelings for him!” Mary Declared in a teasing yet somehow also sympathetic manner.

“Oh and don’t forget at dinner when she actually laughed at that weird pickup line he always uses!” Marlene said and Mary flashed a quick grin at her.

“Yeah, I thought you said… When was it? Four or five months ago, you were going to ignore him from now on and that you ‘don’t find James funny nor care what he has to say’ after that situation with Snape last may?” Pandora added to the conversation from inside the bathroom.

“Ok maybe I was just a bit angry at him for messing with Snape, besides I’m over it now and I’m not friends with Severus anymore so it’s not like it’s any of his business who I decide to spend my time with anyway” Lily told everyone hastily. “Also what about you Pen, have you finished doing your makeup? We’d all better hurry and get down to breakfast, you’ve got your date with Dorcas soon and we don’t want you to be late like last time.”

“Yep! I’m almost ready, I just need to finish doing my eyes and then I’m done!”

The room fell into a comfortable silence after that, which was only broken after Pandora made her way out of the bathroom with her hair tied up in a loose French twist, a long flowing skirt and glittering pink eyeshadow that complimented the sequins sewn into her soft-green top. The girls all gave their compliments with Lily encouraging Pandora to give them a quick twirl before heading out the dorm room and to the Great Hall for breakfast.

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Once Marlene, Lily and Mary got settled down on the benches at the Gryffindor table Pandora helped herself to a quick piece of toast and said her goodbyes to the girls before making her way down into the dungeons to meet Dorcas outside of her common room.

Not long after Marlene finished eating her porridge (that she without a doubt put far too much sugar in) just in front of her she noticed Lily frequently looking down the table and at the entrance of the hall, failing miserably at what one could assume was the attempt of nonchalance.

“Looking for someone?”

Lily gave a small dismissive hum in return to Marlene’s comment and stayed focused on the entrance hall visible through the large open doors.

“Lilyyyyyyy” said Malene in a sing-song tone with a half irritated half amused look on her face. After that didn’t work she resorted to waving her hand and snapping her fingers in front of the red-head. “Honestly, if you’re going to claim to not have feelings for a boy, maybe you should at least try not to look like a dog waiting for its owner to return whilst searching for him!”

This claim and the sudden hand movement snapped Lily out of her trance and she peered down at her scrambled eggs with an embarrassed look and gave Mary a sheepish smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, in which Mary returned with a playful shove and a grin that made Lily feel a little better. That was the thing with Mary, she always knew what to do or what to say in awkward moments, it wasn’t hard for Lily to understand why Mary was so well-liked and popular amongst the boys, she was undeniably very attractive and had an even better personality that made it almost impossible for anyone to dislike her.

Mary tucked a corkscrew curl behind her ear. “There’s no point looking for him Lils, he and those bloody marauders were at that Ravenclaw part last night, I heard Ludwig-”

“it’s Lupin actually” Cut in Marlene

“Yes well, you get who I mean though, anyway apparently he had too much to drink and vomited everywhere and it was a nightmare to clean up, so I doubt the four of them will be coming down anytime soon, they all are probably dealing with a nightmare of a hangover, bless them”

“Well, that’s enough about boys!” Said Marlene with forced eagerness, sensing Lily’s uncomfortability and trying to change the subject “Who’s excited for Hogsmede then? We’d better go looking for a new dress for you, Lils. After all, you keep wearing that same old dress to the slug club, it’s getting awfully repetitive and I’m sure Mary wants an excuse to buy more jeans anyway”

Mary and Lily laughed and decided that Marlene was right and going clothes shopping before heading to get a butterbeer sounded like a pleasurable enough Saturday for them.

“Right then, I think it’s time to get going don’t you?”

“Yep”

“Mhm”

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Wrapped up tight in scarves, hats, gloves and coats, already tired from trying on so many clothes, the girls eventually made it to The Three Broomsticks and sat down at a booth in the corner, it was loud and the tables were sticky with butterbeer. It reminded Lily of when she would visit pubs with her parents and older sister after being out on a too-long dog walk or bike ride. She loved learning magic and living at school, receiving her acceptance letter to Hogwarts was easily the best thing that had ever happened to her, but sometimes she really did miss home.

The girls keenly exchanged gossip, giggled enthusiastically about the drama that took place at the Ravenclaw party and played a game of truth or dare, but nobody out of the three was brave enough to pick dare so they ended up telling their secrets and most humiliating stories. Though it wasn’t quite as good as they had originally expected it to be as they were close enough friends that they had either already shared most of the things with each other before in a late night conversation or were together when it happened.

Lily would never say it to their faces but it was moments like these that she was endlessly grateful for. She couldn’t imagine life without Mary and Marlene. She didn’t want any of this to change, ever.

a/n: this is my first time posting my writing on tumblr! I’m kinda scared lmao (the ending is kinda rushed so I’m sorry for that 🙃)

dividers: @cafekitsune

[talkingaboutwhatiwant]

People like to talk like Tumblr is some crazy space and maybe it is and I've just carved out my own little heaven but like... My feed is all Hannibal and Nevermore/Poe analyzing

[annabelletanaka-theforceofnature]

My Patronus Is my true beast -part 1/2-

Yey. So yes, .... Irvin and Elaiza are officially back on social media. *party time* And how to show you in small their redesign if not with a chibi Patronus draw? So here to you Irvin White in his new version and with his new Patronus, a tiger, which is totally inspired by the song Roar of Katy Perry ihihihih, Memories.

Patronus check: IRVIN 💛 /// ELAIZA 💙

I am actually really happy that my babies are back, and I want to thank the people who were always there, I also want to thank three friends of mine @flareshin @angellazull @ravenclaw-craftsgirl for their support and I also want to thank my own sister who is helping me with the writing of the story 💜

Hope you like it

Ciao ciao 🔮

[saintmeghanmarkle]

AITA for bankrupting a global conglomerate? by u/Annabelle-Sunshine

AITA for bankrupting a global conglomerate? I am the child of biracial parents. I grew up poor in a very affluent neighborhood. All my life, I fought injustice. I studied international relations at a prestigious university. Then, against all odds (and against all sense), I landed a role on a hit cable show—despite having the acting range of a damp sponge.I thought my life was set. Then I got the chance to destabilize an entire institution. And I did it! Unfortunately, I soon realized my husband was already unstable before he met me. Still, I played my part.We moved back to my hometown, millionaires despite having no discernible talent, charm, or self-awareness. Naturally, I wanted a new challenge. Destabilizing a monarchy? Child’s play. Next up: bankrupting a global media conglomerate—just to make a point.Phase One: The Podcast DebacleThey paid me millions to make a podcast. Everything was going great—until they expected me to actually create content.I said no.They assigned me a team of professionals. I fired them all.They pitched ideas. I rejected every single one.My husband and I came up with proposals so absurd we knew they’d get shut down. His best idea? Interviewing world leaders about their childhood trauma. Imagine Putin weeping over his lost teddy bear. Then he suggested interviewing actual successful people about why they’re evil. Picture us calling Mark Zuckerberg a sociopath to his face—and expecting him to say, "You got me there, Megs!"How my husband suggested this with a straight face, I’ll never know. (Probably all the diazepam, weed, and dog food he consumes.)Phase Two: The Netflix HeistWe hit the jackpot. Netflix gave us millions for a documentary where we got paid to repeat the same old sob story. Meanwhile, my husband convinced a few posh mates to ride horses and called it "polo." (Yes, horses, you filthy-minded cretins.)But my crowning achievement? My greatest scam?I tricked them into airing the most ridiculous DIY/lifestyle show ever created.Phase Three: The Satire That Wasn’tI made a mockery of home improvement and cookery shows—while pretending it was serious. And they let me!First, I made popcorn. Not just any popcorn—revolutionary popcorn. My secret technique? Put it in a bowl. Mind-blowing.Then, I "harvested" honey. From a beehive. (Side note: Just buy it from the store. It’s, like, a dollar. My expensive stuff tastes the same, I just buy it for the aesthetic.) But why stop there? Instead of wearing proper beekeeping gear, I wore half the outfit. Did anyone say anything? No.Did I even use the honey? Also no. I made candles instead. (Reminder: You can buy those in the store, too.)Then came my masterpiece: Cooking.I needed to keep it simple—but not too simple. A sandwich would’ve given the game away. So I picked spaghetti. Not Bolognese. Not Carbonara. Just… spaghetti.I enlisted a friend to help, assigned him the easiest task—cutting tomatoes—and we manufactured drama. He pretended to cut his finger. I then demonstrated how to put on a plaster, as if this grown man, who uses his hands for a living, had never encountered a Band-Aid before. They included it in the final edit.At this point, I started to suspect Netflix wanted me to ruin them.The AftermathEach episode was equally banal. I made Epsom salts by… pouring salt into a bowl. I made a "gift bag" by putting pretzels in a plastic bag and tying a bow on it. A bow. On pretzels.Episode two? Spaghetti. A man faking a tomato injury. A plaster tutorial.The result? One of the worst-rated shows in history. And I pocketed millions.So, dear Reddit, AITA for bankrupting a media empire? post link: https://ift.tt/3EhOZL7 author: Annabelle-Sunshine submitted: March 05, 2025 at 03:33PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit disclaimer: all views + opinions expressed by the author of this post, as well as any comments and reblogs, are solely the author's own; they do not necessarily reflect the views of the administrator of this Tumblr blog. For entertainment only.

[killeroos]

2025 WOMEN'S ASHES AS TEXT POSTS

[bestsistertournament]

Best Sister Tournament: Round 1 - Group J:

Please submit propaganda by 22:00 BST on 1/5/25 (~6.5 Days Time) when tournament will begin

Abby Parker (Our Lips Are Sealed)

Andromeda Black (Harry Potter)

Anna (Frozen)

Annabel Banks (Mary Poppins Returns)

Bingo Heeler (Bluey)

Carly Shay (Icarly)

Caspia (Live Action Little Mermaid)

Charlie Beccles (That Christmas)

Cinderella (Cinderella)

Clawdeen Wolf (Monster High)

Elsa (Frozen)

Ginny Weasley (Harry Potter)

Jude Duarte (The Folk of the Air)

Judy Sheperd (Jumanji)

Kate Pierce (Christmas Chronicles)

Lily Evans (Harry Potter)

Lindsay Weir (Freaks and Geeks)

Maggie Simpson (The Simpsons)

Margaret Dashwood (Sense and Sensibility)

Margo (Despicable Me)

Maria Cadenzavna Eve (Symphogear)

Marta von Trapp (Sound of Music)

May Amelia (Our Only May Amelia)

Molly Hernadez (The Runaways)

Narcissa Black (Harry Potter)

Nico Minoru (The Runaways)

Padme Amidala (Star Wars)

Shion Sonozaki (Higurashi when they cry)

Stacie Roberts (Barbie)

Tess Mercer (Smallville)

Thalia Grace (Percy Jackson)

Thea Queen (Arrow)

[curiousb]

The Dashwood Family Album: Volume XVIII

Just a short update today, before we leave the Dashwoods and drop in on another family.

Harry's new school friend Phineas is a bit of an oddity it seems - following Alice and John around the house to pull faces at them, for no apparent reason.

Despite his eccentricities, he and Harry seem to get along quite amicably.

And of course - as always - Phineas and his cousin Annabel (who also happens to be Daniel's niece - it's complicated) come as a package deal.

Harry's social circle is also enlarged by getting acquainted with Alasdair, from across the road.

It's now time for the oldest child John to put away childish things.

~ Sagittarius 4 / 6 / 7 / 9 / 9

~ Excitable / Athletic / Good Sense of Humour / Savvy Sculptor

~ OTH: Sport

~ Favourite Colour(s): Blue

~ Aspiration: Romance / Pleasure (I didn't see that one coming!)

~ Turn-ons / -off: +Athletic / +Charismatic / -Serious

Tying the knot recently certainly hasn't cooled Daniel and Clara's ardour, and they make the most of a rare day at home together, without the older kids being around to cramp their style.

[summersnow82]

Intervention

Fanfiction_Angel

Fictober 2024_Prompt 21: “We’ve done worse.”

Summary: A little ficlet that takes place during “Billy” (S3:E6) featuring my OCs.

Author’s note: I’ve had this idea pitching back and forth in my head for awhile now, and I’ve even written a draft or two. Still, I never knew how to finish it; this prompt gave me the idea. Featuring my two favorite original characters, Annabelle and Sean. For those who haven’t seen the episode, Wes, Gunn, and any other man who comes into contact with a man named Billy are infected. They become cruel, and seek to brutalize any woman in their path.

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“You.” He said it with a sneer, like she was an inconvenience, a nuisance.

“Me.” Annabelle eyed the ex-Watcher carefully, stepping fully into the hallway to block his path, and separate him from Fred. Just for a few minutes, just to give her time, Annabelle thought.

The Wesley in front of her was not the Wesley she knew, and it certainly wasn’t the man she had fallen in love with, and tragically been forced to leave at the altar. This Wesley was arrogant, snide, hateful, and cruel. This Wesley would say terrible things her Wesley would never dare utter.

This Wesley was the one she had been looking for.

There was a rage pulsating through him now, and Annabelle knew she’d have to be careful not to hurt him. “You’re in the way,” he announced, his voice low and cold as he began walking towards her.

“I get that a lot,” she said, shrugging, bracing herself for his coming onslaught.

“You should run.” Closer now, more menacing.

“Here we go,” Annabelle whispered to herself, moving into a defensive position. Wesley was a better fighter than he realized – stronger, too. Despite what she was here to do, Annabelle didn’t want to hurt him, but she also wasn’t willing to let him hurt her. She knew this man had no compassion, no moral ground, and after what she’d done to him… well, that was just fuel to his fire.

Dodging his attacks at first were simple, but eventually she was forced to push him back. She landed a solid kick to his stomach, but even she knew the right amount of force wasn’t behind it. She’d hurt Wesley enough, and even in his current state she was struggling.

Fred. Do it for Fred. Buy her the time.

There was no familiarity in Wesley’s eyes when he looked up at her from the spot where he was kneeling on the floor. No love, just hate. “Stay down, Wes,” she warned, and he smirked.

“You think you can tell me what to do? After what you did?” Annabelle took a sobering breath. This isn’t him, this isn’t him. “You spun me along, made me want you, made me need you, made me WAIT!” He shouted the last word, and she couldn’t help but wince. He rose to his feet, cocking his head to the side as he eyed her. “You’re nothing but a worthless tease desperate to be the center of my attention.” He smirked. “That’s why you keep coming back. That’s why you’re here now. That,” he took a step towards her, “is why you’re standing between me and her.” Her. He couldn’t say her name either. A slow smile slid over his handsome features, but it was anything but sincere. “I guess I’ll just have to kill you both.”

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Sean watched Fred leave Wesley’s apartment, heard him start to cry. He hated it for Wes; he was a good man. Sean had been thrilled when Annabelle told him Wesley had proposed. Now, he grimaced at the thought. If he could’ve had his way, Annabelle and Wesley would be married now, happy and peaceful. But some things you can’t control; better to focus on what you can.

Sean pushed off the wall, rounding the corner once he was sure Fred was gone, and knocked on Wesley’s apartment door. “It’s me, Wes,” he called before adding, “I’m alone.”

Sean had never seen Wesley look so distraught – even on his wedding day – and Sean couldn’t fault him for it. Wesley had been a victim and an abuser all in one night, and living with the ramifications would be difficult. Sean knew Wesley would eventually move past it – what other choice did he have? - but it would always be a night he hated, and something he regretted.

That’s why he’d asked Annabelle and Sean to intervene if they ever had the opportunity. That’s why Annabelle had been so adamant about going in alone last night. That’s why she was in her current condition.

Sean should’ve been inside the hotel with Annabelle that night, but he knew the risk of infection. Annabelle agreed it would be better for him to play lookout, and let her know when things started falling apart. She’d been in the building the moment Angel left, staking out the area, and choosing the perfect spot to wait.

A spot Fred wouldn’t notice. A spot where she could easily intercept Wesley, or even Gunn, if needed.

“She’s not here, if that’s what you’re wondering,” Sean assured him as Wesley cast a glance to the empty hallway. They both knew he was talking about Annabelle. Wesley held open the door for Sean to enter, and closed it softly behind him.

“What’re you doing here, Sean?” He asked softly, averting his eyes as he shifted his weight from one leg to the other.

“Came to say good-bye. Thought you could use a friendly ear before I left.” Sean rocked back on his heels, thrusting his hands into his jean pockets. He’d always liked Wesley; too bad their relationship was strained because of forces neither could control.

“I’m fine, thank you. Please thank Annabelle for her assistance that evening. I…,” he paused, voice cracking. “I was not myself.”

Sean arched a brow. “You’re not even going to ask what she was doing there?”

Wesley raised his eyes, and despite all the pain Sean could see a hard glimmer of defiance. “No,” he replied firmly.

Sean chewed his lip for a moment, nodding slowly. The temptation to tell Wesley the truth – the whole truth – was overwhelming, but he would restrain himself. “You’re a good man, Wes. I hope you know that.” Wesley averted his eyes once more, shaking his head briefly.

“I’m not so sure anymore.” His voice was soft, quiet, and so, so sad. Sean couldn’t leave him like this. He stepped forward, placing a strong hand on one of Wesley’s shoulders, and maneuvered his head so he could look him in the eye.

“You’re a victim in all this, Wes. Just like Fred. I know what this kind of monster looks like, and you…,” he shook his head. “You’re not one of them. You need to know that.”

Wesley clenched his jaw, nodding, although he didn’t look fully convinced. “Did I hurt her?” He whispered, and Sean could tell he was trying not to cry.

Sean bit his lip, and lied. “No. No, she’s just fine, Wes. You don’t have to worry about her.”

The lie, in the end, seemed to be justifiable. Wesley’s eyes lightened just a touch; his face shifted a tiny bit as if the guilt he was bearing was suddenly a bit lighter. “Thank you, Sean.”

The blonde nodded. “I’ll see myself out. Take care of yourself, Wes.”

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Annabelle arched her back, pushing off the building she was leaning against, and easily fell into step with Sean as he rounded the corner. “How’d it go?” She asked, her hands thrust deep into the bomber jacket’s pockets.

Sean shrugged. “As well as could be expected, I suppose.” He cast his eyes over to her, taking in the dark shade of a bruise on her left cheek. “How’re your knuckles?” He asked, turning his eyes back to the path in front of them.

“Busted,” she replied.

“Cheek?”

“Sore.”

“Ego?”

She stopped walking, and turned to look at him. “After what I did,” she began.

“Forced to do,” he corrected, and she rolled her eyes.

“I still did it, Sean. He can call me whatever he likes if it makes him feel better.”

“He asked after you,” Sean replied, and she snorted.

“Liar.”

“He did. He was worried he’d hurt you.”

Annabelle clenched her jaw, and looked away for a moment. “And you said?”

“I lied.” He gave her a small smile, and she returned it.

“Well,” she said, “We’ve done worse.”

[slytherintragedy]

✩༺♥༻✩ ━ ❝"  what the hell is wrong with you?  ”❞

✪ 。゜ ⠀ ☆ 。゜ ⠀ ★ Answered » { Annabelle }

✦ —   * ⠀ / ⠀ 𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙀𝘿 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 ⠀﹕⠀ ❪ @misunderstccd ❫

Icy hues flickered towards the female, lips curving downwards at the words. What the hell was wrong with him indeed, which to be honest -- everything. Draco was a bloody mess right now and he was spiraling downwards faster than a supernova. It was unsettling in many ways but there was nothing he could do about it, nothing anyone could do about it. Not that many actually a fuck, so what did it matter to Annabelle? Malfoy truly didn't know but he knew that Windsor had a heart of purest of gold and didn't mind showing it, so rare for a Slytherin. So with a soft audible sigh, the Slytherin shifted his weight before he simply shrugged. ❝Everything and nothing at all but what's it to you?❞

[narnianpoet]

Late night walks

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Lily made her rounds through the 2nd floor of the unbearably large castle as she usually did on tuesday nights, thanks to her prefect duties. Normally she didn’t mind going to bed a little later to make sure everyone was following the rules and regulations, but tonight was different, her older sister, Petunia had sent her a letter. Unfortunately, but not surprisingly, upon opening the note Lily found it contained some rather horrible comments about Lily and the friends she has made over the years at Hogwarts, talking about how strange and unusual they were.

The part that stung the most though was the fact that it was clear that their parents made Petunia write the letter. If it wasn’t for Lily’s mother Petunia would’ve just kept acting as if she didn’t exist. The fact that her own sister refused to acknowledge her anymore quite frankly made her feel a little sick.

Lily knew it was out of jealousy, after all Petunia was always the envious sort, but she couldn’t help but dwell on it, and although she was silent about it and made no noise beside the light sniffle, she was shedding a fair few tears.

Tonight was a peaceful summer night, moonlight found itself streaming in through the archways and pillars, the tulips and poppies were swaying hypnotically in the flowerbeds of the transfiguration courtyard.

Suddenly she heard footsteps shuffling and light laughter from behind her. At last! Lily finally had someone to let her upset and anger out on. (unless it was a first year, she never could bring herself to scold those adorable faces) She turned around as fast as her body would allow… but nobody was there.

How was that possible?

She could’ve sworn that she heard snickering. Maybe she just needed to get some rest and clear her head, she probably looked a right state from the crying she had been through during her prefect rounds.

By twelve o’clock Lily had made her way all round the second floor and was preparing to make her way back to the common room.

“Well, that was a fun walk” Lily whispered to herself, — her nose was blocked from the tears and as a result her voice sounded raspy — she found she had a habit of doing that when she was stressed or tired.

“Right, now I can finally get to be-“ She stopped murmuring abruptly. There it was, that noise again. Lily closed her eyes, took a deep breath and turned around, hoping that she was just making it up all in her head and that she could just go back to her dorm and get some well deserved rest.

But as usual she was let down and that sleep she was fantasising about wasn’t going to be happening anytime soon, because James Potter was standing in front of her, with a crooked grin plastered onto his pale, moonlight covered face, his wild brunette curls piled on top of his head and his glasses slightly askew.

“Potter? What are you doing out this late, curfew was hours ago!” Lily exclaimed. “You’re not planning another one of those stupid pranks again are you, you know I’ll have to tell Filch this time, I’m not going to cover for you again! Dumbledore knew, you know, about your previous trick, and he knew I was lying about not knowing too! I won’t be losing my place in Dumbledore’s good book just so you don’t have to get another detention!” Lily was rambling, speaking at the speed of light. She knew it but she couldn’t help it, she had to let the emotions out, she had bottled them up for far too long. “Speaking of detentions you do realise you and Black are brining Gryffindor’s house points down a significant amount, aren’t you two always the ones going on about ‘house pride’ anyway? Just because you don’t care about homework doesn’t mean you have to drag everyone else down with you!” Ok, now she was definitely saying too much and definitely overreacting.

James stared at her with his eyebrows pinched together meanwhile a look of confusion and offense appeared on his face. Was he seriously hurt that she was having a go at him? Actually maybe not, thinking logically he was probably bewildered that someone would dare speak with such attitude towards The James Potter. Well, that’s what Lily figured anyway.

But just as quick as he let the mask slip, and Lily saw James looking the most sincere she’d ever seen him, he pulled it back on. “Gosh Evans, I didn’t know you were that desperate to talk to me, you know if I knew you wanted to make conversation with me this bad, I would’ve started sneaking up on you more often.”

Lily just stared at James trying to come up with a quick comeback, but before Lily could get a word in he spoke again. “You’re not crying are you?”

“What? No! Of course not…”

“Right, well I wasn’t trying to be a nosy sod, I just thought it would be a good laugh to scare you, that’s all” He added defensively, as if he was afraid he had hurt her feelings.

“How did you manage to say unseen anyway?”

“Doesn’t matter, stop changing the subject, you’re supposed to be lecturing about house points or lying to me about the fact that you weren’t just crying, remember?”

“I wasn’t!”

“Ok, ok calm down it was just a joke!” James said in mock surrender whilst giving her a roll of his eyes, that sly smirk making its way back onto his face. The one that Lily found her hatred for getting less and less with each day.

Lily focused on James with a look of disgust, a small crease forming between her eyebrows, ignoring her warming cheeks and the odd warm sensation she could feel beneath her rib cage. Though she couldn’t quite make out what was causing it. Maybe she could but she just didn’t want to. All she did know was that it certainly, definitely, 100 percent was totally not the fact that James Potter had just been flirting with her.

a/n: I might write a part two of this? Also I wrote some of this during my english class instead of doing a test so I hope it’s worth it haha

[haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted]

The Last of the Gaunt Family - Annabelle by Ilya Ozornin