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[depressed-simmer]

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[agbpaints]

"Knowledge without understanding is as dangerous to the disciple as ignorance itself. Those who glimpse that they do not understand fall to illogic. Illogic must not be tolerated."

- Meditations on the Unknowable, 976th revision.

Security Signum: Vermillion

Additional Materials Appended: Pict-capture 1

Additional Materials Appended: while the most visible members of the Collegiate Extremis to me and my colleagues are frequently their procurator agents, the organization does maintain their own militias of constructs and cyborgs when open conflict is needed and local forgeworld assets cannot be directly commandeered. The Templars Obscurus are one such military order, dedicated to a particularly necessary blasphemy in the Colegiate's work, the destruction of knowledge. Suspect dark mechanicum elements and more radical members of the mechanicus frequently deal in information which can be hazardous to simply perceive, let alone remember (something our order is similat versed in), so these Skitarii are designed to best shield them and their masters from possible memetic hazards.

Picked only from the most zealous of the legions, Obscurus storm troopers are excised from the Mechanicus noosphere and stripped of all forms of vox equipment to prevent contaminants from spreading quickly. Additionally, a complex series of psychosurgeries partitions their long term memory into a series of read-only directives set physically by mechanicus datasmiths while preventing them from retaining new memories for longer than a few days. These necessary handicaps are redeemed by a nearly unprecedented level of personal autonomy for a mechanicus construct and considerable material advantages in the wargear they are provided. Whip blades and flamers seem standard issue for their efficacy at sending a message to dissident sects, but I've observed Templars Obscurus armed with radium, plasma, and grav weapons, as well as a wide and esoteric variety of close combat tools.

Tau-Sigma 10924-a was seconded to me for my current investigations on Aprec Secundus. Their presence is unerving, even for me, and I can't help shake the feeling that Magos Cuthea intends to use them to spy on me despite her assurances. However, their effectiveness in combat cannot be overstated and their presence has been gently mandated by the Fane-Quorum, so for now I can simply watch and collect further data

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[mikovision]

L's backstory has always been one of my favourite things to write about in the DN fandom and my hyperfixation for the last year or so has been constructing our favourite detective's family tree for my trans!L verse. Without further ado, meet L's parents.

Katsuo Ryuzaki - Born in Kawatana, Japan, and raised by strict Catholic converts, Katsuo's early childhood was an unhappy one, marred with abuse, isolation, and a deep rooted fear of outsiders. That was until his parents decided he needed to be "straightened out" and arranged to send him to live with family friend, Quillsh Wammy, every summer in Tokyo. Rather than Bible studies, Quillsh nurtured Katsuo's talents and exposed him to the world of knowledge he had been denied. When he was eighteen, Katsuo emigrated to England to study at the University of Winchester to study philosophy.

Anya Markova - Russo-Ukranian Anya was born in Kazan, and lived under the fist of her abusive stepfather until she was fourteen, when she was sent to live with her aunt in England. Intelligent beyond her years, she excelled in school, and went on to study biology at the University of Winchester, where she met her future partner, Katsuo Ryuzaki. Tragically, Anya died young, but that's all I'm going to say for now.

I'm currently in the process of writing these two and their love story. It's complex, tragic, and beautiful all at the same time. It also isn't a coincidence that L's mother's name starts with an A.

Mods listed under cut

[Katsuo]

Decades Lookbook - The 1980's by mmcc lookbook

Callisto Hair by Viviandang

N18 skin by obscurus-sims

Elder Male Skin by RemusSirion

Smooth Business Hair by wingssims

Aqua Trigger Eyes by RubyBird

[Anya]

Trisha T-Shirt by clumsyalienn

Camila Pants by clumsyalienn

Samantha Sweater by clumsyalienn

Eloise Skirt by clumsyalienn

Melody Necklace by clumsyalienn

Female Skin 19 by RemusSirion

Aqua Trigger Eyes by RubyBird

The source for her hair appears to have been removed, but it was made by S-Club on TSR.

[three-o-nine-warehouse]

I am an ass. Here are some dragons I made for Amino because I am terrible at scheduling and the actual piece I wanted to make for this month is probably gonna end up my Halloween piece instead.

Edit: I also forgot the damn wing flap on one of them. Guess which one that is.

[evening-rose-309]

[This has been sitting in my drafts for a month. I had plans for it, I think, and didn't get around to finishing it, but I think it works better as it is.]

The hair gel was out. That old, smelly, gooey, unsightly blend that sat in their shared medicine cabinet by the sink like a horrible little toad stool. Was. Out.

And Newt would be damned if he didn't sing the Meisters praises and make the most of it.

"Mmmm," he mumbled into the untouched floof of Gellert's ivory puffs. "You smell good."

His lover chuckled. Not a drunk chuckle, not a vain chuckle, not the chuckle reserved for bratty ministers' sons when they came to ask for favors. A musical sound, rare as the hymn of an elated augurey, short and sweet and all too pleasant singularly made in moments of utter bliss, peace, and quiet. And or when the twins would decide to knock down a whole forest or Antonio would sprint himself full force into a wall of bricks, but this was good too.

"Don't get used to it," the dark lord hummed, which only served to burrow him deeper into the fluffs, lamb's wool wefts tickling his cheeks and filling his nose with strawberry shampoo afterscent. Newt sighed contentedly. If only. If only indeed.

[idumean-archive]

@ofangelicblood​​ touched Jonathan’s wings. 

      out of everyone in the Institute, the other is the only one who knows the rumors of his wingless state aren’t true - that he has them, or at least that he did at one time, but he’s grateful the other has kept that little grain of truth to himself. it’s hard enough, knowing they’re there & they’re all but useless. having to suffer through everyone else’s pity... the idea disgusts him. even so, he blinks when he feels gentle hands working through his wings, setting the feather’s in order & soothing rumpled areas with care. ‘ you’re back early, ’ he murmurs, legs gently kicking against the stone of the Institute’s roof as he looks over the city. ‘ is anyone else up here with you? I’d rather them not... ’ he gestures to the wings Jace is running his fingers over, a small, fond smile on his lips. ‘ this is a view just for you. ’

[takeseffort]

@ofangelicblood​ touched his wings.

      he hates the silence that’s descended over the other because he knows what it likely means - black wings are an OMEN, & he had hidden his ever since they started growing & filling in. it had taken so many trips to different warlocks until he’d been old enough to use runes, & the second rune he’d ever applied to his body a child had been to keep them from all sight. in a world where everyone had grown up with the most gorgeous wings, using them to fly, to track & hunt demons, his apparent lack of them had attracted a lot of attention but it also meant... 

      they’d all received pendants. it had been quite the ceremony, really. he’d never asked how they were matched, & he wasn’t sure anyone could answer even if he did, but those pendants were special. they were carved & decorated in the same style as their soulmate’s wings. he’d suppressed everything for so long he’d forgotten he would received one... & someone would receive his. part of him had hoped he’d be one of the unlucky ones - the ones to never meet their soulmate, because that would take the edge off the pain but that wasn’t the case. not only did he receive the pendant but he’d had to tuck himself away to stare at it for a good, long moment after the ceremony to make sure what he was seeing was real. 

      there was no mistaking the pendant he’d been given - not with it’s delicate loops of gold throughout, & the strong, sturdy chain it rested on. just as no one else had the thick, black wings he hid so desperately, there was only one other with golden wings. Jace. at first he’d resisted the urge to go to him, his mother’s words sharp in his ears, telling him he had to keep the world from knowing, but surely... & then Jace had fallen out of the sky. been shot down, really, during training, & Alec hadn’t even thought about it. he’d launched himself off the rooftop & gone for him. now, standing there against the night sky on the roof of the institute, he can see the confusion on Jace’s face & it hurts more than he can admit. wordlessly, he reaches under his shirt, lifting the chain out for the other to see, the ceremony the previous week feeling like a lifetime ago. 

      he flinches when Jace touches them, settling after a long moment. ‘ sorry, ’ he says softly, relaxing under the touch. ‘ they’re sensitive. no one has ever... ’ his mother had refused to touch them, had left him to care for them as best he could, such was her fear & he couldn’t blame her. the only other person in their lifetime to have wings like his... he can’t think about that, can’t think of what they mean. ‘ I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I... ’ he gestures to his hip, knowing the promise rune is there, burning with each moment he dances closer to telling Jace, to breaking the promise he’d sworn to his mother. he hesitates for a moment before yanking his belt down just enough, letting Jace see there, bold on his hip. ‘ I couldn’t. I wanted to, so badly, but-- ’

[idumean]

tag drop iii. verses (ii)

[forgottenlestrange]

@loathedlineage

“You've been acting a bit ODD lately, Amelia. I've heard you talking in your room… but you're always alone. Sometimes, it doesn't even SOUND like you. Is there something you'd like to tell me?”

[thatsecondsalemboy]

Do you think it's possible for Credence to be "cured" or able to live a long life with the obscurus? What sort of methods/ideas do you have that would give him a longer life or remove the obscurus entirely that you might want to explore for your Crede?

Logically speaking, I think it's a tricky one to answer. To me it seems that canonically if they progress his story they're likely going down the lines of it killing him, in the way that some parasites do where they take more and more of the host until it can longer sustain them (which isn't quite typical of parasites, given that killing the host will kill the parasite). They seemed very firm of that idea in SoD, given that in Crimes of Grindelwald, Dumbledore said this:

"I know this: an Obscurus grows in the absence of love as a dark twin, an only friend. If Credence has a real brother or sister out there who can take its place, he might yet be saved."

Looking back on this quote it seems a little odd, given we've already been told how an obscurus forms from an individual being punished for and attempting to repress their magic, and certainly the description doesn't really seem to match another obscurial we know about (Ariana) given I would be loath to say that Ariana wasn't loved. Nonetheless in CoG, Albus seems to posit that essentially the presence of someone to love and care for him might reduce the obscurus (again seems negated by Ariana's situation but it's interesting) but by SoD he seems to have given up on that.

Perhaps the idea is that it's too late, that the obscurus has gained too much ground over Credence to ever heal, but I still feel the fact that he's survived thirty odd years whenever the usual is a third of that is something to be considered.

Of course, all this being said, I definitely want to and plan to create verses wherein Credence is either cured, or finds a way to live with the obscurus, perhaps not living a full lifespan, but at least gaining more time. Be that through the concept offered in CoG, that someone to love and care might reduce or reverse the damage, or perhaps through finding some way to live alongside it in a sort of symbiotic relationship (which is what Credence in SoD kind of reminds me, it strikes me as somewhat of a more balanced relationship, save for the whole killing him thing). The concept of removing it completely could be premise for a potentially angsty thread involving weighing up the risk of removing it vs leaving it.

Alongside that, I think I'd really like to explore the concept of the obscurus as the dark twin described in CoG, that it's less to do with just being punished for magic, but also the isolation that comes from that trauma, with the obscurus almost being its own independent entity.

Anyway jesus this got long.

[obscurebelief]

FIRST MEETINGS MEME   A meme for first meetings and introduction threads, aka a ‘What you will notice about my muse first’ cheat sheet. Repost, don’t reblog. Bold what applies. Fill in details.     (Please do not remove the credit + blank meme link)    

tagged by stolen from:  @ashortdropandasuddenstop

tagging: anyone who wants to

blank meme: x

GENERAL APPEARANCE

Sex: Male.  

Race: European Caucasian

Complexion: Pale

Height: 5′11

Body Type: Ectomorph.  

Body Build:  Thin

Body Hair: terminal dark

Head Hair:  Long and silky dark

Eye color: Dark brown (Whiite when angry/overwhelmed/ or when the Obscurus is about to come out)

Scars: Many, most on his back and palms. Other scars are future or verse dependent

FASHION

Fashion Style: Chic, Vintage, or Casual

Color Palette: Black, dark colors

Typical Clothing: Black suit, dress pants.

Piercings: none (for now)

Tattoos: none (for now)

Other Information: none

EXPRESSION

General Facial Expression: Neutral, Angry, Sad, Afraid from loud sudden sounds (more in FB1)

Default Body Language: Guarded most of the time, hard to read, tense

General Movements:  Stands up straight, putting arms behind his back, sometimes slouches and has his head lowered and eyes looking at the ground (mainly pre-SoD)

NOTABLE FOR RP

Presence:  Cold, guarded, intimidating. Relaxed more, gentle, kind when alone or knows and trusts someone.

Appearance:  Usually clean shaven and well dressed. On his more sicker days, struggles to stand, paler with blackening veins and withering skin.

Scent:  Herbs like sage, lavender, and peppermint. Pine and winter snow due to Nurmengard Castle. Blood and Smoke sometimes after hunting down and killing someone.

Voice Description:  Deep, sometimes quiet.

Accent: yes / no

Speech Mannerisms:  Formal, quiet.

Anything else to add? 

[sk1fanfiction]

Hello! I saw that you reblogged the "I wish you would write a fic where..." post, and I have two ideas for the Running From My Destiny verse that might make neat scenes. The first I can't really make a summary for since it's such a general idea, but I'd really like to see a Quirrellmort POV. For the second one:

Malfada Prewett meets the Weasleys. This... does not go as well as her parents thought it would, even if they didn't have particularly high hopes.

OR

Malfada absolutely does not get along with her cousins; she loves them anyways, though.

I hope the prompt(s) is(are?) fun! It's cool that you're doing this; it seems like it'd be an interesting experience. Have a nice night! :)

Thanks so much for the prompts! They were both very cool ideas! Hope you have a nice morning/afternoon/night as well!

ᑫᑌIᖇᖇEᒪᒪᗰOᖇT/TᑌᖇᑎIᑎG TO ᗩᔕᕼEᔕ

(spark)

Quirinus Quirrell surveyed his classroom, then glanced down at his attendance sheet, running a shaking finger down his list of names.

“P-Parkinson, P-Pansy?”

“Here, Professor.”

“P-Patil, P-P-Parvati?”

He’d always been ashamed of his stutter. There wasn’t a time he remembered not feeling afraid of his own voice. He expected peers, now students, to laugh at him and make him feel smaller and smaller, until he was annhilated.

“Here, sir.”

He pushed his reading glasses up his nose and focused on the next name.

His heartbeat stuttered in his ears. Something seemed to click. To focus. And when he spoke, his voice was as composed and steady as he’d always dreamed.

“Potter, Harry.”

“Present, sir.”

He could not help but look up at the speaker. But it wasn’t as if he was one looking. Rather, someone or something else had nudged their way to the front of his brain, gazing at the small first-year in the second row, scrawny, bespectacled and overall unremarkable, except for the round-rimmed glasses and bright green eyes that seemed to stir some distant memory, as if he had seen them both on another person.

Dead. And yet he felt more alive than ever.

He shuddered, and moved on, taking note of the remaining few Gryffindor and Slytherin students.

(ember)

It had been mere days since Quirinus had returned to the school; mere weeks since Voldemort’s disembodied spirit promised him everything he’d ever dreamed of.

No longer would he be the bullied, cowed Professor of Muggle Studies.

No longer would he be an afterthought.

There is no good and evil, only power, he reminded himself. Whether he vanquished Voldemort or brought him back to life, he would be great. And that was all that mattered.

And so, he had found himself standing in front of the Mirror of Erised, performing spells that he did not understand (but the other, strange new part of him did) and renewing the runes drawn around an ancient bloodstain.

But now, he was sitting in his office. And that green-eyed, unremarkable boy was sitting across from him (though the part of him that was Voldemort whispered, Quirinus, he is the one).

“Do you think I should be worried at all about the shadows?"

Harry Potter’s voice seemed to be coming through several miles of water. For his part, Quirinus felt frozen, and yet, more clever and powerful and strong than he ever had. His limbs had new life, every square centimetre of his being thrummed with magic, and he felt a strange, vast understanding of everything around him; even the boy’s mind.

"You were right to come to me, Harry Potter.” And there came the new, clear voice again, but it faded quickly. “If you are at all interested in learning to... control... to develop... your power, I may just be able to point you in the right d-d-direction."

(flame)

Halfway through the Quidditch match, something strange had come over Quirinus. That same terrible focus and perhaps not-so-mysterious power.

And every nerve in his body sang with the same fierce joy: Kill him, kill him, kill him! They’ll never trace it to you! Dumbledore is not here to see! KILL HIM!

Quirinus had not taken even a single year of Ancient Runes while he was at Hogwarts, and his affinity for the Dark Arts had always been weak. But now, he sat quite calmly in the professors’ box, muttering an Ogham chant and tainting the air with foul magic.

He saw what the others could not; Harry Potter was being consumed by his own shadows. The boy reached for his broom, hanging on with the last of his material form. His eyes were glassy and empty, and everything in Quirinus sung with the triumphant knowledge that his strange enemy was close to death. The Reaper was coming.

The two Weasley boys circled around him, trying to save him (foolish children, none can save him from Lord Death himself!).

It was the girl that snapped him out of his focus; she threw herself into the box like a wildcat let loose and despite the protests of the professors around him.

But it mattered not. Her precious brother was fast losing his grip, and soon the great Boy-Who-Lived would be nothing but a stain on the grass below; a tragic accident—

“INCENDIO!I”

The box crackled with flame, and the thing inside Quirinus howled in anger; yes, she should not know that, but fire would save the boy, sap the shadows.

Even as Snape shouted at her, it was her victory, not his, because Harry Potter had pulled himself back on the broom to safety.

How hard is it to kill an eleven-year-old child already cursed by a parasitic monster? You are just as much of a failure as they say you are!

And yet, thought Quirinus, he did not know if it was the thing, or himself howling in fury at his inability to kill the boy.

(ashes)

He did not like her. He did not like either of the Potter children at all.

Perhaps he liked Harry Potter sometimes, when he delved into his mind and forced the Obscurus to manifest, savoured his terror and the fear-filled memories of his Muggle relatives. When he entertained the idea of using him as a weapon against Dumbledore, now that he had shielded the boy from Legilimency from anyone but him and instilled within him a fear of his Headmaster.

Perhaps he liked Harry Potter when the Dark magic had burned out, and he lay helpless on the floor of Quirrell’s office.

Quirinus found that he liked to toy with the child; make him feel as helpless and utterly annihilated as he once had felt.

After all, he would one day kill Harry Potter. He would make the life bleed out of those green eyes and watch them go still and glassy (like his mother’s, he remembered now), someday soon.

Even as he Obliviated the second child who dared to intercept his search for the Stone, Quirinus knew the end was dawning.

With shaking hands, he lifted the cigarette to his mouth and inhaled death. The weak, prim Quirinus who would have balked at the very idea of polluting his body with such a thing was no longer important to him. After all, what was nicotine and tar and his disgust at the idea of a smoking habit when the spirit of the Dark Lord lived within him?

No. He had been chosen for greater things.

Tonight was the night the end begun.

Quirinus signed the bottom of his letter of resignation, put out the cigarette, and placed in it his brand-new ashtray.

And yet, he cried.

“I have given you my all, My Lord,” he said, and his voice, his own voice was steady. “And now I am nothing.”

𝙼𝚊𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚍𝚊 𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚝𝚝/𝚃𝚘 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙳𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙼𝚎 𝚄𝚙 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚆𝚊𝚕𝚕

August, 1986

“Just give it a chance, will you?” asked her dad, taking her luggage out the boot. “You won’t know you hate it until you try it.”

Everyone seemed to be giving her the same stupid advice today. When they stopped to get petrol during the drive from London, some weirdo in the petrol station had told her “Cheer up love, it might not happen!” She had responded by sticking her tongue out at them.

Mafalda frowned, crossed her arms, and leaned against the car.

“I don’t see why I can’t go to Roedean.”

“Well, you’re a witch, Mafalda.” He wiped his forehead and frowned. “Bloody hot, isn’t it?”

Witch. She hated the word already. Yeah, some of the girls at school were into Ouija boards and palm-reading and whatnot, but Mafalda didn’t go in for all of that nonsense.

The kind of nonsense that got Uncle Fabian and Uncle Gideon killed.

“And what do they call you and Mum again?”

Her dad sighed. “Squibs.”

“Yes, Dad! It’s not very nice, is it?”

She glared at the house as if it had personally offended her. It was tall, maybe four or five stories and so crooked that there was no way it hadn’t fallen down by now. A couple of brown chickens hobbled around the yard.

And in here lived the people who had sent her father off to Muggle boarding school, as far away from them as they could possibly manage, as soon as they could.

As her dad strode towards the door, Mafalda followed, kicking a rusty cauldron as she went by.

Before Mafalda could make her great escape, her dad knocked on the door and a plump, short, red-headed someone opened it almost immediately.

“Alfred?” she asked in a squeaky, shocked voice. Then, she glanced furtively behind her as if to check that no one was listening. “Alfred, what are you doing here?”

Her dad frowned, fanned himself with the collar of his shirt, and beckoned her closer so that the rude woman could look her up and down.

“Come on, Mals,” he whispered. “In for a penny, in for a pound, eh?”

Yeah, her hair probably looked a mess and the dress Mum had forced her to wear was all creased, but Mafalda didn’t think she would look particularly nice if she’d just spent three and a half hours in a stinky, sweaty car.

“Well,” said her dad, “this is your niece, Molly, and she’s a witch just like you. Got her Hogwarts letter last week and everything; Professor McGonagall said we should come over and see you. Of course, her mum and I know next to nothing about the wizarding world and Mals just barely remembers your brothers—“

Mafalda couldn’t help herself.

“You’re my aunt? Uncle Fabian and Uncle Gideon’s sister? Why’d you never come to see me?”

The woman — Aunt Molly — went red in the face.

“Come in, Mafalda,” she said tiredly. And at her father’s hard look, she added: “Come on then. Both of you. In.”

Once they were inside the cramped, cluttered kitchen, she was introduced to her cousins. Mafalda kind of tuned out for most of it because most of them were younger than her, bloody annoyingly loud, and she wasn’t the World’s Biggest Fan of small children, but she did pay attention to Charlie (thirteen and Gryffindor Seeker) and Bill (fifteen and a Prefect of Gryffindor House). The youngest boy was crying his eyes out because someone turned his teddy bear into a giant spider, but Aunt Molly didn’t seem to care. A ugly-looking sweater was knitting itself on the sofa.

While she obviously knew what a Prefect was, Mafalda had no idea what a Seeker was or why everyone was making such a big deal over Gryffindor or more to the point what Gryffindor even was!

“Who’s that, Mummy?” asked the youngest, a little girl with hair the same violent red as Mafalda’s.

“Your cousin, dear,” said Aunt Molly tiredly. “She’s just come to meet us, her father’s a Squib you see—“

The little girl screwed her face up.

“I don’t wanna Squib cousin!” she yelled.

Despite herself, Mafalda flinched, and her dad did, too.

“Don’t worry, dear. She’s a witch, just like you.”

As if that made it any better.

“I don’t wanna,” the girl repeated, glowering at Mafalda.

“Look,” said Mafalda harshly. “We’ll just leave, get our Squib selves out of your way and on the three-and-a-half-hour drive back to London. Thanks for nothing.”

“You didn’t call, Alfred,” said Aunt Molly.

Her dad pinched the bridge of his nose, looking frustrated.

“There’s no way to contact you, Molly. No phone, and you don’t get our kind of mail. Where am I going to get my hands on a trained owl?”

“She can sleep with Ginny,” said Aunt Molly, nodding towards the little girl.

Mafalda gave Bill, who seemed like the most sensible one of the bunch, a look that clearly said, I am not going to bloody sleep with that demon and that’s final.

“I can sleep with Charlie, Mum, and Mafalda can have my bed.”

Aunt Molly beamed. “What an angel,” she said. And to Mafalda. “Come, dear, let me take your trunk. We’ll all go shopping in Diagon Alley tomorrow, doesn’t that sound nice? Alfred, you wouldn’t mind—”

“—Not letting the world know you have a secret Squib cousin, you have nothing to fear, I’m well practiced, Molly.”

Charlie stood up. “Can I show her around the house, Mum?”

The youngest boy looked up, too.

“And can I have a piggy-back ride from her?”

“You’re too old, Ron!” said the snootiest-looking boy, who was sitting in the middle and had the least amount of dirt in his face.

“I’m not too old!” shrieked Ginny, waving her freckled arms. “I’m only five years old, Mum! I want a piggyback-ride!”

“When your dad gets home from work,” said Aunt Molly.

“You’ll get used to us,” Bill whispered.

I don’t have to like you, thought Mafalda.

“So are you coming?” asked Charlie. “We’ve got to de-gnome the garden. You should come too, Uncle Alfred.”

Dad said he’d come with them, but would rather watch. De-gnoming apparently seemed to involve spinning the tiny, screaming, spiteful little (animals? creatures?) until they shrieked with giddiness, then tossing them as far as you possibly could, which Mafalda was very good at, and Bill and Charlie were all too happy to cheer her on, even convincing her dad to join in, too.

"Don't mind Ginny," said Bill as he flung a particularly angry gnome over the hedge. "She doesn't know anything about anything. And it was wrong of Mum to push you away, but I hope we can be friends still, and that you'll come to Hogwarts with us."

Mafalda, despite herself, thought that was an entirely reasonable proposal.

Maybe she wasn’t going to hate the wizarding world.

It turned out that unfortunately for the sake of her sanity, Charlie loved to talk while he was working.

“Have you heard about Quidditch, Mafalda — oh, good one, Uncle Alfred! That must have gone like twenty yards! Did you know the Antipodean Opaleye has no pupils? What House are you going to be in?”

And yet, she found herself (ew) getting a bit fond of them already.

[loathedlineage-a]

Amelia Potter + obscurial au

                           ❝  i can feel it ... inside of me.                                            i want it out-- get it out! … ❞

[idumean-archive]

@inkfated​‘s Alec touched Jonathan’s wings.

      he hadn’t heard the other walk up behind him, so the gentle touch had nearly made him drop what he’d been working on. it was a much safer reaction than he could have had, given what he was holding but he’d recognized the other in the last moment. catching the knife & hastily setting it on the counter, he closes his eyes. ‘ you shouldn’t sneak up on me, ’ he says, keeping his back to the other as he feels fingers carding through messy feathers. he’d thought he was alone in the Institute, that’s the only reason he’d allowed them to show through the glamor. still, he finds the touch is strangely welcome. it’s been so long since anyone showed him this sort of attention, much less the mess he called the battered, black wings. ‘ they’re not the prettiest things to look at, I’m afraid. is everything alright? you’re back early from patrols. ’ 

[marciaownsmylife]

the outsiders but harry potter au

* alright so there’s a reason why i didn’t name it hogwarts au and that’s because A not all the gang are wizards in my hc just pony and johnny. and B they’re in america so they would have to go to ilvormorny

* so basically johnnys a muggle born and would’ve become an obscurus if it weren’t for the gang, and the curtis family

* mrs curtis was a witch, but mr curtis was a no-maj, darry knows about magic because his parents told him before they died incase anything ever happened them. neither him or soda are wizards, but they both know about them.

* they don’t tell ponyboy bc they don’t expect him to be one and they think he’d just spend his whole life waiting for his magic to work.

* that’s a mistake bc when shit gets weird ponyboy thinks he’s going insane

* he tells johnny

* johnnys like wtf me too

* now they both think there’s something wrong with them

* that’s how they kill bob that one time, johnny accidentally flashed a hex at him and it killed him

* they run away as usual like the book, things go on as usual until the hospital

* in the inbetween day of the fire and the rumble where pony is sick and two-bits babysitting, they go visit johnny but he’s gone and the nurses have no memory of him being there, they ask dally but he’s on the same page as them and thought he was in the hospital the whole time too

* they’re all lowkey panicking, ponyboy runs out of the hospital and ends up back at home somehow.

* there’s a letter there, and an owl

* we all know where this is bout to go

* the letter says some shit along the lines of ur a wizard ponyboy, oh and ur friends johnny is fine we’ve taken him to magic hospital and he’s almost fully recovered now.

* ponyboys like wtf i know the socs hate us but this sick joke is fucked up where the fuck did they take johnny and how do they know about mine and johnnys theory to make fun of us

* this is when darry gets home from work and ponyboys just standing there crying bc poor thing is so fuckin confused

* darry reads the letter and is like

* oh shit

* he sits pony down and explains everything, pony’s like wtf why didn’t u tell me, johnny and i thought-

* darry’s like i’m sorry you AnD jOhNny

* so then now they face the problem of coming up with an excuse to the gang of why the nurses don’t know shit and where johnny is

* it doesn’t work and they end up telling them

* but that doesn’t work either bc the gang doesn’t believe it

* sodas like omg pony show them

* and pony like ,,, cue that one scene from spider-verse where miles is tryna show the others his invisibility and electricity

* the rumble happens has normal and dally busts in as normal, but this time he takes ponyboy after and in the car ponyboys tryna explain but dally is just speeding bc he fuckin broke into the hospitals security footage to find johnny and is taking ponyboy to look at it

* dally speeds so much they would’ve crashed but hey hey hey pony’s magic kicked in

* basically this huge ass truck came out of nowhere but the car just fuckin takes flight over it and then drives back onto the road.

* dally pulls the fuck over and is like ponyboys what the fuck

* pony’s like damn i didn’t know it did that

* the car gets busted tho on the landing so they have to ring the curtis house to get them to pick them up

* now ponyboys has two trials for darry to worry about, bobs and now one for magic in public eye of no-maj (like in the order of the phoenix with harry and the dementors and dudley)

* but the MACUSA (magical congress of the united states of america (ye i don’t know where the first A came from either) ) take care of the first trial, they obliviate everyone into thinking bob died while drunk driving.

* the gang visit johnny and johnnys like omg ponyboy we’re not insane :))) and pony’s like i know :))

* pony’s macusa trial gets let off bc he literally didn’t know about magic until the day before and doesn’t have control over it

* ponyboy and johnny get enrolled in ilvormorny

* i did a sorting quiz online for them both and ponyboy is in thunderbird (the soul of a wizard and likes adventure) and johnny is in pukwudgie (the heart of a wizard and favors healers)

* johnnys a bit disappointed they’re not in the same house bc he’s very nervous about this whole thing bc he doesn’t know a lot about it

* but they make new friends so it’s fine ( i might make a few oc for these later )

* cue them coming home (both to the curtis family duh) for the holidays. them almost exploding the kitchen doing potions hw and showing the gang what they learned

* oh and the gang are allowed to know about magic bc in the trial they certified them as johnnys and ponyboys immediate family

* johnny fuckin loves to show off to dally whatever he’s learning in charms

* at some time in the future johnny just fuckin obliviates himself from his parents’ memory like hermione did bc he figured them not knowing him at all hurt less than them hating him

* i also think that steve’s a squip and already knows about magic and shit but only person who knows this is soda, they’re parents were friends bc they’re magic and that’s how steve and soda met

* one last thing, 100% curly and angela shepherd are both magic and have known this for ages, everyone assumes they dropped out of school and that angela is in a cosmetology school and curly is always in the reformatory but they’re both at ilvermorny. tim would never admit it but he’s very proud of them

*johnny and ponyboy find out about angela and curly when they meet them on their first day of school at ilvormorny

i’ve got so many more so i’m gonna make one with all the oc new friends and johnny and pony at ilvormorny (like what subjects they’re good at and what trouble they get in and shit like that)

idk maybe i’ll write a fic about it if i get motivated enough

[wakandamreddington]

Pandora, AUG 22 2018

[Julia]

No me gustaba que Hunt enviase notas cripticas y nos ordenase cosas, pero estaba claro que tenía un plan según decía la nota. Ahora bien, yo no firmaba en nada, más bien estaba ahí para vigilar a aquel malnacido para que no le hiciese nada a mi marida. Y cuando llegué rápidamente me apresuré a marcar territorio aprovechando que los dos ya estaban ahí — Que sepas que no me fio de ti y antes de que de intentes algo te juró que haré trizas tu piel con mis zarpas.

[Evan]

La primera en llegar había sido Wakanda y de seguido en nada había sido Julia, quien se nos acercó ya con amenazas contra mí. Merlín, empezaba a compadecer a Kaidan por tener que aguantar a semejante fiera. Bromas aparte, saqué mi reloj de bolsillo y miré la hora, pasaban pocos minutos de medianoche — Vale, relax gatita… soy de los buenos, estamos en el mismo bando. — Era irónico, cuando un año atrás había sembrado el caos y la discordia, pero quería hacer bien las cosas. — Os he citado aquí, porque tengo un plan, pero antes una pregunta rápida, ¿Qué Sabeís del mito de pandora? — No, no era un juego, era importante.

[Wakanda]

Cuando Evan soltó que era de los buenos rodee los ojos y murmure en bajo un “eso está por verse.” Rodando los ojos en el proceso. — El Mito de Pandora? Claro, lo conozco, me contó la historia mi padre. Una mujer llamada Pandora que le encargaron no abrir una caja misteriosa pero por curiosa la abrió y desató las enfermedades que hoy conocemos hoy en día. Qué estás pensando Hunt? — fruño el cejo mirando un momento a Julia antes de devolverle la mirada a él.

[Julia]

Le devolví el beso a mi marida y luego fulminé a Hunt cuando se atrevió a llamarme gatita, ¿será hijo puta? Intenté calmarme un poco pero cuando este dijo que estábamos en el mismo bando me entró la risa floja — Estamos muy lejos de estar en el mismo bando, más bien esto es una alianza no deseada pero necesaria siempre que realmente tengamos los mismos intereses, si nos la juegas te voy a destripar. — Solté con toda la gallardía del mundo para dejarle las cosas claras al señorito. Sin embargo, cuando este preguntó sobre el mito de Pandora lo volví a fulminar. — ¿Podrías dejarte de juegos por una vez? ¡Nuestro mundo va a desmoronarse en cuestión de días! — Me cabreaba su actitud y aparte, ¿Quién demonios le había puesto al mando?

[Evan]

Todos teníamos mucho a perder y tal como había dicho esta, el mundo iba a desmoronarse y era mejor dejar de lado nuestras diferencias y trabajar juntos que ir por separado y perderlo todo. En cambio, cuando Wakanda explicó el mito de pandora, asentí con la cabeza — Estoy pensando en una mujer que conocí hará poco más de un año, una mujer un tanto peculiar, cuyo nombre era Pandora, era una científica muggle que no solo estudiaba el genoma mágico, sino que también encontró el medio de suprimirlo mediante un virus que ella bautizó como la “Caja de Pandora” hay que mencionar que el virus era imperfecto porque de ser perfecto yo no estaría aquí ahora y a decir la verdad nunca habrías muerto, porque Sylke y yo fuimos los primeros sujetos mágicos a los que se les administro el virus, y tardamos en recuperar la magia, de hecho fue otro factor que incrementó mi locura y sí, estoy planeando usar ese virus con la niña obscurus de esta forma neutralizaremos su magia y también al parasito mágico que la consume.

[Wakanda]

Julia….cálmate, Evan no hará nada y si lo hace somos dos contra uno, le mataremos si intenta cualquier cosa.

— espero que mis palabras le tranquilicen un poco y también me da exactamente lo mismo decirlas delante del hombre que una vez me mató. Escucho con atención a Hunt, volviendo mis ojos azules esmeralda hacia los del muchacho.

Me sorprendió escuchar aquella historia en el que él y Sylke habían sido secuestrados para probar con un virus que anulaba la magia pero su plan era un buen plan y me gustaba. — Me parece todo bien, si neutralizamos a la niña habrán menos muertes y quizás, solo quizás podemos recuperarla y controlarla nosotros. Tengo que decir que esa niña se llama Summer y es la hija de mi tía Tanya, por lo que es de mi familia. Ahora bien, como piensas que robemos el virus?

[Julia]

No podía estar tranquila ante aquel hombre que odiaba por todo el daño que hizo y no, no me fiaba de él por mucho que dijese que ahora estaba en el bando de los buenos. Sin embargo, en cuando Hunt empezó a explicar su plan me quedé horrorizada por la atrocidad que estaba comentando como si nada — ¿Pero os habéis vuelto locos? — Grite sin importarme si alguien me escuchaba y sin poder evitarlo, les fulminé a los dos con la mirada. — Me niego en rotundo, ¿os habéis escuchado? ¡Es horrible! No vamos a usar un virus contra una niña de hacerlo seriamos tan peores como los malditos radicales muggles que la controlan, ¿controlarla? ¿Para que luego usarla contra los muggles? — Estaba enfadada y decepcionada. — ¿Y si el virus la mata o le causa más sufrimiento? Me niego en rotundo a ser parte de esto.

[Evan]

Me sorprendió que Wakanda accediese tan rápido a mi plan, pero en cambio la pelirroja empezó a oponerse a ello, soltando una serie de argumentos que si bien podrían ser respetables en aquel instante me importaba bien poco. Tiempos difíciles, medidas desesperadas — Para mí tampoco es fácil hacer esto, ¿pero qué otra alternativa tenemos? Ninguna. — Ya no había tiempo, y sería un milagro si regresábamos de esa misión, igualmente no dije más al respecto, era una pérdida de tiempo y en su lugar deje que Wakanda se encargase de contener a la gata salvaje. — ¿Es tu prima? Vaya, eso sí que ha sido inesperado. — Me quedé en silencio unos instantes, escuchando de nuevo a la pelirroja diciendo que se negaba a formar parte de aquello, pero no le hice mucho caso, pero en su lugar si respondí a la rubia. — No sé dónde puede estar ahora el virus o si todavía existe, pero sí sé dónde estaba un año atrás, así que viajaremos a la noche que nos secuestraron y dejaremos que nos lleven hasta el laboratorio, aun así… debo pediros una cosa, por mucho que queráis no intervengáis en lo que nos pasó a Sylke y a mí. Creedme yo soy el primer interesado en cambiar lo que paso aquella noche, daría lo que fuese para cambiarlo y evitar todo el daño que hice un año atrás…

[Wakanda]

Que Julia no estuviese de acuerdo me pillo desprevenida y me puse aun más seria, sin dudar creo que al haber sido madre dichas acciones la cegaban pero era mejor eso que nada, que dejar morir a cientos y cientos de personas que tenían vida y una familia. —

Julia, para, basta no chilles!

— exclame cogiéndola del brazo para que se calmase, pero conocía a la pelirroja y sabía que era bastante fiera.

— Sabemos que es horrible pero que prefieres eso o que la asesinen para evitar más destrozos? No, no vamos ni pienso dejar que Summer sea el arma de nadie, solo queremos pararla. — le digo mirándola a los ojos y miro a Evan escuchando sus palabras. — Si te acuerdas en la boda de tu hermana estaba otra igual, ella era Autumn, son dos niñas gemelas, Summer fue la niña robada que cuando mi tía las tuvo le dijeron que había muerto. — comente bastante seria más que nada por aquello tan horrible, por eso era importante recuperar a Summer y que fuera con su madre. Seguí escuchando a Evan, como no otra vez usando el giratiempos para ir atrás hace un año. Siempre había pensado en cambiar ciertos hechos pero muchas cosas no habrían cogido el mismo rumbo y tenían que ser tal como la vida y la Historia misma. — Acepto, no intervenir. — mire a Julia esperando que recapacitase. — No le vamos a entregar a nadie, pero es mejor que corramos el riesgo de inyectarle el virus, que se quede sin magia toda su vida a que mueran millones de personas, entre ellos más niños y niñas Juls. Por favor…piensa las muertes que evitaremos si logramos pararla.

[Julia]

¡Sabes que es horrible pero aun así vas a seguir adelante con ello! — No miré a Hunt porque de Hunt ya me esperaba algo tan atroz, ¿pero de mi marida? Nunca y eso me dolía en el alma, tenía que haber otra solución. — ¿Pararla? Maldición es un puto virus esas cosas son infecciosas y peligrosas ¿y si la matamos por culpa del virus o peor… nos condenamos a todos y provocamos la extinción de la magia? ¡JODER SI ES QUE ENCIMA SE LLAMA LA CAJA DE PANDORA! — 

Ni de coña, era demasiado peligroso y Wakanda parecía tan loca como Hunt en aquel instante, ¿acaso compartían algún vínculo mórbido macabro al matarse uno al otro? Porque en aquel momento eran tal para cual. Gruñí. — Prometo que no te arrancaré la cabeza en el pasado. —

 Sonreí algo macabra a Hunt y luego tras escuchar a mi marida me resigne a suspirar. — Os ayudaré, pero si luego desatamos un mal aun mayor, que sepáis que no voy a descansar hasta que los tres estemos encerrados a Azkaban de por vida, ¿queda claro?

[Evan]

La pelirroja seguía con sus argumentos y aunque tuviese razón, porque una parte de mí pensaba que la tenía en el sentido de que sí, aquel virus era tan peligroso como la propia niña obscurus, sin embargo ya no teníamos más tiempo para buscar otros medios para salvarla, si en todo el verano no había encontrado ningún medio de sacarle el obscurus sin matarla, dudaba que en unos pocos días encontrásemos la panacea milagrosa que lo solucionaba todo. Solo nos quedaba jugar esta última carta — Ya me desconcertó que aquella niña fuese idéntica a la otra, pero ahora todo encaja. — Deje que Wakanda se encargase de la pelirroja y mientras esperaba que esta última recapacitase, empecé a preparar mi giratiempos para hacer aquel viaje que con un poco de suerte, iba a ser el último si teníamos éxito en nuestra misión. — De acuerdo, acepto tu condición. — Respondí después de ignorar su comentario sobre arrancarme la cabeza. — Pero Wakanda tiene toda la razón, es mejor dejarla sin magia que no destroce todo Londres, ¿sabes cuantos habitantes tiene Londres? 8 millones.

[Wakanda]

Julia no digas tonterías la magia nunca desaparecerá, siempre seguirá existiendo — exclamé desesperada porque no estuviera de acuerdo con ambos, es que demonios que no sé qué demonios le había entrado y puede ser que lo que dijera a continuación se cabrease todavía más. — Entiendo, eres madre y todo eso, pero piensa más con claridad, Summe matará MILLONES DE PERSONAS, entre ellos más niños, niñas, bebés, además tenemos que arriesgarnos no nos queda otra. Es la única manera y debo de admitir que Evan ha tenido un buen plan. — observo sonreírla macabra a Evan pero no le doy importancia, sé que lo haría y yo le dejaría tranquilamente hacerlo. Observo entonces hacia Hunt. — Creo que tu última preocupación será nosotros mismos si los muggles llegan a causar verdadero daño en nuestro mundo. — asiento cuando Evan sigue hablando. — Es mejor que pierdan la magia a su vida aunque muchos puristas les daría un soponcio, y tampoco estaría mal esa idea pero volviendo al caso, se trata de evitar el menos daño posible y menos muertes de lo que yo y Evan vimos, o lo que tú has visto — digo volviendo a mirarlo.

[Julia]

¿Tonterías? ¡No solo son! ¿Y si el virus se expande sin control? Repito, aquí el señorito Hunt dijo que el virus suprime la magia de la misma forma que vosotros hacéis cálculos para salvar Londres, ¡hacedlos con lo que estáis a punto de hacer! ¡Puede ser la perdición de nuestro mundo! — Me cabreaba que Wakanda no fuese capaz de ver las cosas de la misma forma, entendía que existía la diferencia de opiniones pero joder estábamos hablando de poner en juego nuestro futuro. — Lo entiendo, ¿crees que no lo hago? Pero quiero que tú también entiendas que estamos jugando con algo más peligroso que tu prima, dios Wakanda… quieres apagar un incendio con más fuego, ¿no lo ves? ¡Este virus es la peor arma que los muggles podrían usar contra nosotros!

[Evan]

La pelirroja empezaba a impacientarme con sus quejas, pero intenté mantener las formas y miré a Wakanda diciéndole con la mirada que no teníamos tiempo para discutir, cada segundo que perdíamos hablando, era un segundo que jamás recuperaríamos e íbamos muy a contrarreloj pues el ataque podía ser de un día a otro — Repito, no hay otras alternativas, solo esta y si tus peores pesadillas se hacen realidad es un fuego del que nos ocuparemos más tarde, tranquilízate, pero por ahora seguiremos este plan. — Respondí, y espere que la conversación quedase zanjada pues ya habíamos perdido demasiado tiempo. — Pero si te preocupa que los muggles puedan usarlo contra nosotros, podemos destruir el laboratorio con todas las notas de investigación, asegurándonos de que la muestra que robaremos será la única que exista, ¿te tranquiliza más esto? Venga preparaos para el viaje agarraos bien…

[Wakanda]

Julia, y que más da si perdemos la magia? Prefieres perder la vida que la magia? Estamos hablando de personas, personas que tienen miedo de la magia, de lo que somos pero si la perdemos seguiremos viviendo, prefiero vivir y no tener magia que estar otra vez bajo tierra.

— quería que viera mi punto de vista, la magia era maravillosa pero cuando se trataba de la vida humana tenía claro que elegiría, y creía que ella lo vería. —

Si Salazar estuviera en peligro y la única forma de salvarle seria perder su magia, no lo harías?

— le dije esperando que lo viera de esa forma.

— Si, estoy de acuerdo con Evan, nos aseguraremos que solo nosotros cojamos una pequeña muestra y todo este reducido en cenizas. Vamos Julia, salvaremos millones de vidas y tendremos cuidado — o eso esperaba, estaba confiando mucho en el plan de Evan. Era la mejor idea que había escuchado hasta ahora.

[.......]

[Wakanda]

Dejamos a Julia atrás.

De acuerdo, suerte Evan — le dije a mi compañero y me fui a buscar la bóveda de la cual decía. Estaba con el corazón a mil por hora, con mucha taquicardia y al final encontré la sala nevera que por el rabillo del ojo podía ver que era la sala donde guardaban los virus y otras cosas. Quise abrir la puerta pero no me dejó sin la tarjeta magnética, probé con la varita y nada. Decidí retroceder hasta coger de uno de los guardias una de las tarjetas y regrese justo cuando las luces se apagaron. ¡Mierda!

Abrí corriendo la puerta, ya dentro fui a la nevera principal y empecé a leer, agarré el virus principal con cuidado guardándomelo en un lugar seguro y después empecé destrozar todas las neveras viendo como todos los potecitos de cristales se rompían. Por último exclame un ¡Incendio! Y salí de la bóveda para ir por el camino por el cual habíamos venido.

[Evan]

Tras sabotear el generador principal todo se quedó a oscuras y para poder guiarme por los pasadizos tuve que iluminar la punta de mi varita con el lumos mientras seguía avanzando por aquel laberinto de pasadizos justo en el instante que las luces rojas de emergencia se activaron señal que advertía que el sistema de seguridad iba a restablecerse en nada. ¡Mierda! Apreté el paso y entonces empezaron a escucharse las alarmas al mismo tiempo que por los altavoces del pasillo se escuchaba una voz electrónica que advertía de peligro de riesgo biológico y que en 1 minuto iba a empezar el protocolo de cierre de seguridad y purga de cualquier material biológico infeccioso — ¡Joder! — Aquello sonaba a incineración como en las películas así que fui corriendo hasta la puerta que llevaba a las escaleras que conducían a la mansión y ahí espere a mi amiga. — Venga Wakanda…

[Wakanda]

Unas luces rojas se activaron inmediatamente y eso me hizo alertarme, empecé a correr más deprisa y vi las escaleras, a las que subí a toda prisa. Muchos pasos se escuchaban detrás de mí y una vez arriba pude ver a Evan. —

¡Evan! Ya está!

— los dos juntos corrimos hacia donde se encontraba Julia esperando que por Rowena Ravenclaw se encontrase en el lugar.

Escuchamos unos disparos, nos estaban disparando y por un momento me detuve y formule una barrera Protego para que las balas no pudieran pasar más, luego volví a coger el ritmo y correr hacia el siguiente pasillo. Vi a Julia a lo lejos. —¡Corre! Tenemos que salir corriendo! — grite a Julia esperando que corriese hacia la puerta al exterior por la que habíamos entrado.

[Julia]

Mientras Evan y Wakanda se encargaban del asunto del virus yo me dedique a investigar la casa abandonada en busca de pistas o cualquier cosa que aportase algo de información sobre lo que estábamos tratando y mientras investigaba lo que parecía un viejo estudio me percaté que a diferencia de lo demás, aquel lugar parecía estar bien cuidado señal de que alguien le estaba dando uso, así que empecé a mirar los libros en la estantería percatándome que todos ellos estaban en alemán, idioma que no entendía nada de nada pero mirando con más detenimiento fui capaz de observar que solo uno de los libros parecía estar en inglés. La Odisea, de Homero. Sin embargo cuando fui a retirar el libro este parecía estar atascado pero en realidad formaba parte del mecanismo que hizo que la estantería se corriese hacia un lado descubriendo tras de sí una habitación secreta, llena de cajas, fotos, papeles, todo muy caótico — Hmm… vaya… — Entré dentro de la habitación y como futura auror que era empecé a investigar los papeles, descubriendo que gran parte del material era antiguo y aunque no entendía nada de lo que decían en los papeles, las fotos si resultaron ser muy esclarecedoras — Joder… — Sin embargo, de repente empezaron a sonar las alarmas y me apresuré a ir al encuentro de mis compañeros, no sin antes coger una carpeta compuesta de varios papeles, fotos y lo que parecía ser un cuaderno. Tras aquello regrese justo a tiempo que mis compañeros regresaban y salimos de la casa corriendo.

[Evan]

Me preocupaba Wakanda, pues ya faltaba menos de un minuto para que todo empezara a cerrarse, sin embargo, confiaba en mi amiga y cuando finalmente la vi corriendo hacia mi dirección pude respirar tranquilo, pero no por mucho ya que detrás nuestro venían varios guardias armados disparando. ¡Joder! Me giré y aprovechando el hechizo protector de Wakanda use mi varita y lancé varios hechizos contra los guardias que nos pisaban los talones, logrando transformar a uno en gallina por unos minutos. Finalmente cuando llegamos donde estaba Julia me fije en que esta llevaba una extraña carpeta pero no dije nada al respecto aunque si le pedí que me pasara el giratiempos para poder regresar a nuestra época de origen y en hacerlo, aparecimos en el mismo lugar donde estábamos solo que ya no existía la mansión, lo que había sido aquella escalofriante mansión ahora solo eran ruinas calcinadas hasta los cimientos, algo que tampoco importaba porque teníamos el virus y ahora podríamos cambiar el futuro con él. Tras finalizar la aventura acordamos que guardaríamos el virus en un lugar seguro y luego nos desaparecimos de ahí…