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    Lorelai Whitaker Slytherin x Taehyung Kim Ravenclaw
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    Frenchie Evans Gryffindor x Yoongi Min Slytherin
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    Rooftops, dirty thoughts
    all I got is twenty bucks
    nights so breezy
    make it look easy

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    Violet Bates Gryffindor x Draco Malfoy Slytherin
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    Jessica Lovelace Ravenclaw x Namjoon Kim Hufflepuff
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    Knuckle cuts, pizza crust
    leave a message on the bus
    full moon howling
    let's go prowling

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    Nyla Eaton Slytherin x Fred Weasley Gryffindor
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    Isabella Thorpe Hufflepuff x George Weasley Gryffindor
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    spend some time, burn the money
    we're gonna coast through shit we got into
    I'm no good, not tryna be
    yeah, we got issues
    take a flag with you

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    Paria King Hufflepuff x Harry Styles Hufflepuff
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    Amelia Finley Gryffindor x Louis Tomlinson Slytherin
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    So the whole damn world's gonna know
    that we were here (here, here, here)
    running around, pack of hounds
    youngbloods burning it down

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    Aveline Beach Gryffindor x Luke Hemmings Hufflepuff
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    Ramona Carter Hufflepuff x Calum Hood Ravenclaw
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    setting flames, taking names,
    just cause we own the town
    we're gonna ride in
    solid as gold
    we're gonna make it
    so they gonna know
    that we were here

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    Everly 'Ever' Foster Hufflepuff x Ashton Irwin Slytherin
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    Euphemia Black Slytherin x Michael Clifford Hufflepuff
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    photobooth, kissing youth
    midnight bulletproof
    night so hazy
    laid back, lazy
    slow burn, fighting words
    show them how the fire works
    make an impression
    teach em all a lesson

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    Astra Watts Ravenclaw x Isaac Lahey Gryffindor
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    Allison Thomas Ravenclaw x Remus Lupin Gryffindor
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    May 4th, 2019 at 02:19am
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    Jess had been reluctant to board the Knight Bus, but she was glad she did. It provided her and her friends safety, and some shelter was definitely needed. The clean air of the October month was bitter, and what other options did they have? Nowhere was safe, and Lord Voldemort was raising to power quickly, and fear was at the heart of every witch and wizard. Placing a hand on her stomach at the thought, Jess followed Namjoon - her boyfriend - to a free bed, smiling as the dimpled boy sat at the edge of the bed. It was certainly a tight squeeze, but the both of them could fit on the bed with little room to spare. It wasn't permanent, it wasn't a cosy cottage in the countryside like they'd both dreamed of, but it was something. Sitting beside the boy, Jess rested her head upon his shoulder, taking comfort in the fact he was beside her. Jess hadn't broken the news of her pregnancy yet, unsure how Namjoon would react during these tense times, but maybe their growing baby could be a beacon of hope for the both of them. "How're you feeling, darling?"

    Taehyung had read the Daily Prophet, he'd seen the fear in the faces of witches and wizards, and he knew that something in the air had dangerously turned, and something big was coming. The thought of it, whatever it was, made Taehyung's stomach twist with anxiety, and he looked over his shoulder to Lorelai at the thought, the corners of his mouth turning upwards to a smile. God, he loved her. He'd met Lorelai in their first year at Hogwarts, and by their third year, Taehyung would shamelessly admit that he'd fallen in love with the golden haired girl. By the middle of their third year, Taehyung had gathered the courage to ask Lorelai on a date to Hogsmeade, and the rest is written in their growing history. "Lorelai," Taehyung whispered, turning to walk backwards down the narrow aisle of the triple decker bus. "Are you feeling alright, love?" And Taehyung had every right to be concerned - Lorelai had been feeling under the weather recently, and his worry had only grown. And now that their future was growing even more uncertain because of the impending doom that seemed to be hovering over the wizarding world, disguised as black clouds and light rain against the windows of the bus, the worry he felt was almost impossible to control. "C'mon," Taehyung found the nearest vacant bed, gently taking Lorelai's hand within his own, grateful that there was room to hold the woman he loved tightly, ensuring her safety above all else. "Sit."

    Frenchie followed Yoongi closely, his jacket hanging loosely from her frame as she tried to reign in her nerves. Their world had been shaken with the news of Voldemort's return to power, and Death Eaters seemed to be lurking at every corner to recruit or kill, depending on what mood they were in. They seemed so ordinary, with only one familiar symbol to unite them all: the dark mark. Exhaling with the thought that danger was closer than anyone could suspect, Frenchie shifted closer to Yoongi. She'd never seen the Slytherin boy so determined, and Frenchie wasn't quite sure whether or not to be proud or worried. Yoongi was sometimes a closed book, even with how long the pair had known each other and loved each other endlessly. "How about here, sweetheart?" Frenchie offered, shrugging off the jacket she wore and laying it at the end of an unclaimed bed. It was spacious enough for Frenchie to curl up to Yoongi's side. "You're tense, I really do think some rest would do you good." Frenchie teased, although it was difficult to detect the humour in her voice. She was worn down, and she was tired, and she was unsure of how she felt towards the cause of her ailments. Fear was the only thing she could seem to feel.

    Draco Malfoy had his path paved for him from a young age. Son of Death Eaters, destined to become a Death Eater. Fixing the sleeves of his black robe as he walked alongside his father, Draco listened carefully to the orders the older man was barking at the group of deviants trailing behind them, knowing he had to follow each one down to the very last detail. They'd had word of a muggleborn witch, accompanied by her daughter, heading East through the forest on the outskirts of the community that the group had just burned to the ground. The plan was simple, but easy to pull off: apparate and surround the pair, and swiftly use Avada Kedavra to rid the world of blood scum - but Draco was unsure if he could ever bring himself to use the Killing Curse. He'd witnessed his father use it, and Draco had decided that he would never utter those words, just to get some sick pleasure from watching the light of life leave someone's eyes. The pair that they had been tracking, thanks to Fenrir Greyback's heightened senses were heading their way and they could save some time with an apparition. With Lucius Malfoy's orders, the group came to a stand still, and on the count of three, Draco found the world around him spinning in every which way, before he found himself, and his father's friends, circling two women - one of which he was sure he recognised from school.

    Isabella's hands pressed into the windowsill as she peered out of the window, trying to look for anything out of the ordinary. Molly and Arthur Weasley had warned her, the last time they ran into each other, that not even entirely muggle communities were safe. She almost felt guilty for bringing George back here - was she putting her parents in danger? Sighing with the thought, Isabella pushed the idea to the back of her mind, grateful that, at least, George could have some sort of normality. Arthur Weasley had reassured the couple that he would send an owl if they were needed, but Isabella knew that the peace wouldn't last forever. Stepping away from the window, Isabella turned around and looked to her red-headed lover, sat on the edge of her bed, brows furrowed in an expression she knew so well. Ron Weasley was on the run with Harry Potter, and the rest of his family weren't much safer. "You're overthinking, love." Isabella murmured, treading across beige carpet in light footsteps, kneeling in front of her long time boyfriend. "What's troubling you?" Isabella's hands rested upon George's knees, and she peered up to him with a soft smile, having promised Ginny that she'd take care of her big brother.

    Fred Weasley hadn't seen Hogsmeade so quiet before, but of course, he understood that being within a ten mile radius of Hogwarts School wasn't the safest, or wisest, decision. Death Eaters were more than likely to target the castle, and no one wanted to get in between that crossfire. Fred knew that when the time came, the students would rise up and fight back, and that was one of the many reasons to hold onto hope. Fred's source of hope, of courage, was Nyla Eaton; a Slytherin he had fallen so helplessly in love with, having hit every branch on the way down with no regrets. Checking that the door to Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes was locked securely for the third time, Fred exhaled heavily, turning his back on the building and silently praying that it would remain standing tall if the war was to come, to show every Death Eater that blood traitors could be just fine without the ridiculous sense of superiority. Stepping further into the empty main street of Hogsmeade, Fred exhaled and ran his hand through unkempt red hair, pausing when he heard footsteps. "Hello?" He called, feeling himself tense up with fear.

    Amelia trailed along behind Harry and Paria, looking over her shoulder every so often as she stepped over twigs and leaves the trees had discarded for autumn. The sky was darkening and Amelia knew that staying out in the open for anyone to aim at was suicidal. "Guys," Amelia exhaled as she spoke, tightening her ponytail. They'd been walking for so long that they surely had to be reaching Grimmauld Place soon. They were advised to go there by Mad Eye Moody, when they'd run into him in Hogsmeade. The shops were being evacuated, witches and wizards distraught in a sort of panic that was almost infectious - it had certainly buried itself within Amelia, but she knew she had to hold it together if she had any chance of survival. "It's getting dark, we should find shelter otherwise we'll die out here." Amelia spoke softly as she caught up to the pair in front of her, and although it was a possibility she didn't want to consider, Amelia knew that the risk was high and no one could be trusted.

    Harry had been confident in the pursuit for Grimmauld Place, but now, he wasn't sure. There was a big possibility that they'd gotten lost, everything looked the same among the trees, and the day had been long and they hadn't eaten in two days and water was scarce. He was walking ahead of Paria and Amelia, so at least if something was to try its luck, Harry would be first in firing line and the girls would have time to turn around and run. Running a hand through his unruly hair, Harry listened carefully to the words spoken behind him, and he turned to look at the girls, his gaze settling on Paria, subtly studying her for any tell tale signs of discomfort. Paria and her safety was Harry's priority above all else "I know," Harry reassured, stepping towards Paria and wrapping an arm around her middle, fingers curling around her hip, nails digging into the material of her jeans. "If we can just walk a little further, I'm almost sure I hear traffic." Harry exhaled, pressing a kiss to the top of Paria's head. "Not long now, girls, I promise." But when he heard a sound ahead, he paused, looking to Paria and Amelia. "Did you hear that?"

    The atmosphere at Hogwarts was tense, and Ramona was struggling to concentrate on her studies. The rumours were true, the Dark Lord was soon to return and every non pureblood was sure to be slaughtered. Curling her parchment, on which she was writing her Potions essay for Horace Slughorn, Ramona left the parchment on her pillow and decided that she had been writing for far too long and the feathers of her quill had made her hand itch, and she was in urgent need of some food to re-energise whatever brain cells she had left after studying liquid luck continuously for three hours. Standing to her feet and smoothing out her skirt, Ramona neatened out her yellow and black tie, thanking her lucky stars that the Hufflepuff common room was near the kitchens and the distance to the Great Hall wasn't a long one. Still, if there was one good thing left about Hogwarts, it was Calum Hood, a Ravenclaw boy in Ramona's year. He was a friend, and she was grateful that in these dark times, there were people she could depend on to provide light. Making her way to the entrance of the Great Hall, Ramona smiled weakly as she saw the person who had been on her mind. "Calum!"

    Luke ran a hand through his unkempt curls as he read the letter his parents had sent him via his father's owl, Ivor. They were eager for him to return home, to return to safety. Hogwarts was in danger, Death Eaters were sure to come knocking in search of Harry Potter, and Luke was sure they'd kill as many people as they could to get to him, and when they found out that The Chosen One was no longer in the castle, he was almost certain that they'd tear down the walls, brick by brick, in their anger. But even with the fear, the constant nagging of that possibility, Luke Hemmings didn't want to go home and be coddled by his parents; he wanted to stand up and fight, for his school, for his friends, and an equal world for all types of witch or wizard, blood status be damned. Popping another every flavoured bean into his mouth, Luke pulled a slight face with the flavour - was that vomit? - and dipped his quill in the pot of ink on his bed side table, simply writing NO across the letter his mother had written, sealing it back in it's original envelope. Standing to his feet, Luke smiled, gently stroking Ivor's chest feathers with his pointer and middle finger. "Take this back, Ivor." He murmured. "Be safe, you never know what's lurking out there." And watching as the bird took flight, Luke shut the window and gazed at his reflection for a long moment, the yellow stripes of his tie visible, reminding him that Hogwarts was worth protecting. Hearing his stomach churn with hunger, Luke gently snuffed out the candle on his bed side table and decided that heading to the Great Hall was a wonderful idea - food would surely do him some good.

    Euphemia felt various pairs of eyes on her as she made her way to the Great Hall. She understood the internalised fear that was held towards Slytherins. The Dark Lord, after all, was a Slytherin himself, and the house was associated with nothing more than purebloods who held hate in their hearts. Euphemia wished that she could change the perceptions, but she was only one girl - there was nothing she could do by herself. Neatening out her blonde hair, sat against her shoulders instead of it's usual tight ponytail, Euphemia wondered if anyone, apart from Ashton, would be okay with her presence. Everyone she had tried to interact with that day had simply ignored her, certain that if the war truly did come to Hogwarts, she would take the side of the Death Eaters. It was so far from the truth, and a part of Euphemia told her that if that's what they were expecting, she may as well prove them right, but she knew there was one thing worth fighting for, and that was Michael Clifford, a wonderful Hufflepuff who Euphemia considered a friend, but after everything, she wouldn't blame Michael if he didn't want to associate with her, either. Walking into the Great Hall, Euphemia tried her hardest to hold her head high, defiant against the stares, but it proved too difficult as she bowed her head in shame, the green and silver tie around her neck suddenly weighing her down.

    Ashton cringed inwardly as he heard a passing Fifth Year Gryffindor mutter the words Death Eater under his breath, clearly aiming the hurtful assumption at him. It was the end of the academic day, so Ashton's silver and green tie was undone around his neck, and for once, Ashton didn't care about keeping such a perfect appearance. The Dark Lord had returned, Ashton was probably going to die soon, anyway. He and Euphemia were considered to be blood traitors, the worst scum possible, and he wouldn't be surprised if, after the Weasley's, his family would be targeted for their crimes against pureblood superiority. Snapping himself out of his thoughts, Ashton looked over his shoulder to the Fifth Year, and noticed that every student kept, at least, five foot away from him, as if he was going to perform the Cruciatus Curse at any given moment. Ducking his head, Ashton exhaled and grabbed the end of his tie, slipping the material from around his neck and bunching it within his fist, stuffing the rolled up garment into the pocket of his trousers. Ashton tried to convince himself that all he needed to do was get through dinner, find Euphemia, get back to the common room and he'd be fine. There'd be no dirty looks or murmured insults, there'd be no assumptions of betrayal. Frowning with the thought, Ashton got the Great Hall and tried to make his entrance as subtle as possible, but he could still feel the stares of other students. He wondered what Everly thought of him now - the two had been friends for a long while, and Ashton hoped that the beauty would know him better than to assume such rubbish. Maybe he should find her first.

    Allison approached Remus from behind, smiling as she saw him sat by the dining table, reading the Daily Prophet. Placing her hands gently upon his shoulders and squeezing gently, her thumbs running across the soft material of his sweatshirt, Allie reached down to press a kiss to her fiance's cheek. "I doubt there's any good news in there, my love." She murmured softly into his skin, pulling away and taking the newspaper from Remus' hands, folding it and placing it just out of his reach. They'd spent all day with order members coming and going - Harry Potter and his friends hadn't been heard from in a while, and Allison knew Remus was worrying over him and everything else that was happening. Pulling the chair beside Remus' out from under the table, Allie sat down and looked to the man she loved, studying his features carefully. "You must trust Harry, Remus. He knows what he's doing, he's not as silly as he makes himself out to be sometimes." She murmured, reaching to trace one of Remus' scars on his cheek gently. He hated those scars, but it was one of the many things that Allison loved about him the most. He was ruggedly handsome, and within his chest was a heart of gold, and Allison considered herself lucky that he was hers. "Please, try to relax. You've been worked up all day." As the kettle on top of the stove began to whistle, Allie stood to her feet once more, squeezing Remus' shoulder as she went to pour the boiling water into their cups.

    Isaac sat on the sofa, rolling his eyes as he heard Kreacher the House Elf murmuring to himself as he trodded down the hall. "Oh, hush yourself, Kreacher." Isaac murmured bitterly, scrubbing a hand across his face in frustration. It was being spread by word of mouth, by owl, by every way necessary - the Dark Lord had returned and he was planning a purge of those unworthy to carry the status of wizard or witch - and it left Isaac with an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach, because his friends, his family, his fiance were all in danger. Thinking of Astra, Isaac felt himself feeling a little more lonely and he stood to his feet, brushing down his black trousers before treading out of the room against floorboards that groaned under his shoes. Remus and Allison were in the kitchen, and hearing footsteps in the room to his right, Isaac lifted his eyebrows, his heart lifting with just the thought of Astra. Pushing open the door gently - another bloody thing that creaked - Isaac smiled when he saw her, and even with the darkness surrounding them, Astra had always been a source of light for Isaac. "What're you looking at this manky old wall for?" Isaac teased, looking to the wall that held the Black family tree - Sirius Black's portrait burned out of place by his Mother. He missed Sirius, he was a good friend who taught Isaac everything he knew of the order. Wrapping his arms around Astra from behind, Isaac buried his face into her neck, exhaling heavily as his eyes closed, eyelashes brushing against Astra's skin. "I missed you beside me. What're you thinking about?" Isaac asked softly, voice muffled by Astra's skin, his arms holding his fiance to his chest protectively. "I hope you're not worrying too much, Astra."
    May 4th, 2019 at 11:46pm
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    Namjoon breathed out his anxieties as he smoothed out the bedding on the bed he’d chosen for himself and Jess, wanting her comfortable - especially with the fact that Jess didn’t seem to be in the best state as of late. Peering over at her with the thought, he smiled as he sat down, watching her, taking her in, feeling immensely blessed with the fact that he had Jess in his life, that she was his and that, no matter the darkness that surrounded them, he had the one light worth holding onto in the form of Jess, in the form of love. Feeling her resting her head against him, he slid his arm around her and kissed the top of her head gently. “I’m doing just fine, love,” he whispered, giving her arm a gentle squeeze before he shifted, burying his face against her hair, his eyes closing as he took in the scent that he was so familiar with, the scent that calmed him to the depths of his soul, the scent that was so very Jess. “I know this isn’t the best place for us to be hiding out, but at least it’s safe.” For now, anyway. He hoped it stayed that way, because he didn’t want Jess to be in danger, he didn’t want her to be in the line of fire. As long as Jess was safe, then Namjoon had faith that the world would get through what Voldemort was putting it through, because Jess was the biggest source of hope that Namjoon could ever ask for. Peering down at her, he reached a hand up, brushing a strand of hair out of her face to tuck it behind her ear gently, taking her in, his eyes running over her features and committing everything about her to memory. “How are you feeling, though?”

    Lorelai’s gaze had been on the floor as she walked - well, more so, her stomach. She knew it would only be a matter of time before she started showing, and she knew now wasn’t the best time to be dealing with the dilemma; she hadn’t had a chance to talk to Taehyung about it yet, a part of her not wanting to worry the man she loved any more than he already was. Hearing his voice, Lorelai tore out of her thoughts and lifted her gaze to him, and she blinked before offering a weak smile. He was already worrying without even knowing what was going on - of course he was, she knew he would have noticed how she’d been acting lately, the nausea, the lightheadedness, everything. But, she wasn’t ready to tell him, not yet. “I’m alright,” she promised quietly, nodding, “Just thinking, that’s all. Plus, I’ve never been on one of these before, I’m a little curious.” She smiled jokingly, though her heart swelled when he took her hand and led her along and, squeezing his hand, she sat down at the bed he’d decided on. “Oh, I won’t lie, it feels really nice to sit down.” She grinned up at him, taking him in, just relishing in the fact that he was there.

    Yoongi peered back at Frenchie as they walked, admiring the way his jacket hung over her form, his expression softening when she moved closer to him. Reaching over, he wrapped his arm around her and held her close to himself, rubbing her shoulder gently. “Here works,” he promised quietly, nodding as he set their things down - they hadn’t brought much, too much in a rush to get out of the area to properly pack, but all he really needed was Frenchie. Smiling gently as he examined her, he shook his head as he processed her statement and he pressed a loving kiss to her temple. “I don’t think you’re one to talk, love. Don’t think I haven’t noticed you seeming ill lately.” His expression softened with the thought, and he swore, all he wanted to do was to protect her, to ensure her wellbeing, and he wondered if there was anything he could do to help her with whatever was troubling her. But, he didn’t want to pressure her to talk about it, if it was serious. “Are you alright, love?” His eyes ran over her expression for a few moments, looking for any sign of discomfort, anything that could tell him whatever was wrong with her, because all he wanted was to have her there with him; the very thought of losing her in any way cut to his core, he didn’t want to think about what an experience like that could really feel like. “At least there seems to be plenty of room here.” His eyes moved away from Frenchie’s gaze for the first time since they’d climbed onto the Knight Bus, just to take in the area around them. “Not the coziest place, but I think it will do for now.”

    Violet turned to look at her mother, making sure she was close, and she reached for her hand quickly as she trekked through the area, determined to get them somewhere safe. Personally, she wasn’t worried about her own safety; she knew how to protect herself. But, her mother couldn’t - and she was determined to ensure her mother’s safety, because her mother was all she had. “Just a little farther, I’m sure,” she murmured quietly, squeezing her mother’s hand. She paused, though, when she heard the familiar swooshing of people apparating and, looking around, she saw several people surrounding them and, seeing them raising their wands, she quickly shouted, “Protego Totalum!” to keep them protected, the others’ spells bouncing off the shield that formed quickly around herself and her mother. Peering around, she took in each face, keeping her wand raised, though she nearly paused when she saw Draco Malfoy there. Of course he was there. Why was she even surprised?

    George sat, nearly hunched over, his elbows on his knees, hands clasped together nervously, anxiously staring ahead as he wondered where Ron was, whether he was okay, whether any of his family was truly safe. So much distress was spreading across the wizarding world and news of deaths or disappearances of witches and wizards was spreading just as quickly. His thoughts were interrupted, though, when he heard Isabella’s words and, lifting his gaze, he peered over at her, blinking slowly as he registered what she said, and he offered a small smile Dropping his hands, he rested his hands over hers gently, giving her hands a gentle squeeze. In all the chaos around him, he was grateful to have Isabella there to ground him, to keep his thoughts and concerns focused rather than for them to continue whirring around, and he could never thank her enough for that. “Sorry, love,” he murmured, leaning forward to press a kiss to her forehead gently, lovingly, because she held his heart in a grasp so tight that he knew it would always belong to her - and he didn’t want it any other way. “Just worrying about everybody. I’m sure they’re fine, though.” Squeezing her hands again, he gently tugged her up, pulling her gently onto his lap, his hands resting on her hips as he squeezed her hips, watching her. “And, at least I know that you’re safe. I’m sure that my father will keep to his word and send an owl our way in case anything happens there or if he hears any news, anyway.” He watched her for a few moments and shifted to press his forehead to hers. “Are you alright?”

    Nyla was so tired of Death Eaters trying to recruit her and her family to join them. She’d narrowly escaped a small group of them, having ducked into an alley the first chance she got, and she’d put as much distance between herself and the Death Eaters as she could. Pulling her cloak tightly around herself, she pulled the hood up and ducked her head, desperate to find somewhere safe. Almost as if her thoughts resonated in the air and influenced fate in the best of ways, she heard a voice she recognized all too well - a voice she, admittedly, had all but prayed to hear for months, and she’d wanted to see the owner of the voice even more. Lifting her gaze, she tried to ignore the swell of hope that rushed through her and, chewing on her lip, she picked up her pace to get through the alley, turning at the end to spot Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes up ahead but, better than that, Fred Weasley, in the middle of the street. “Fred?” she called out quietly, quickly tugging off the hood of her cloak, and she tried hard not to grin, but it forced its way onto her features before she could fight it away, and the rush of relief shot through her quicker than she thought possible. “Oh, Weasley, you have no idea how glad I am to see you.” Quickly, she made her way over until she was standing in front of him, peering up at him almost in awe. “What the bloody hell are you standing in the middle of the street for?”

    Louis had spent much of the day running errands for his mother. Even though his family was full of purebloods, he didn’t like the idea of his mother being out and about, running the errands herself. Carrying a few bags of groceries and even essentials that they needed around the house right now, Louis made his way home, hoping he could get there before his father arrived. His father wasn’t cruel - at least not to his family - but he was strict and Louis didn’t want to deal with being told what was wrong and right today. As he walked, though, he swore he could hear voices nearby and, pausing, his brows furrowed as he peered towards the source. He could hear movement, too - the crunching of leaves, the snaps of twigs, - and he wondered who would be hiding around here. Pulling out his wand, he murmured a quiet “Lumos,” and watched as the end of his wand began to glow brightly, lighting up the path ahead, - living in a village where only witches resided had its perks, he didn’t have to worry about a Muggle catching him using magic - and he followed the noise quietly, up until he came across a trio he recognized. Only one of the trio actually mattered to him, though, and he paused in shock as he registered who he was looking at. “Amelia?” he asked - he knew the other two, of course he did, but he could tear his gaze from the girl he’d fallen for when he’d been attending Hogwarts, the girl he never got to admit his feelings to, even after they graduated. “What are you doing out here?”

    Paria could feel every muscle in her leg aching from how much they’d travelled, but she didn’t dare complain, not when they were trying to survive. She tried to ignore the way the twigs snapped and the leaves crunched under their feet, tried not to cringe with each noise they made, worried that even the smallest, quietest sound would attract attention to them and get them caught. When she heard Amelia’s voice, she lifted her gaze to peer over at her, nodding slowly. “Yeah, but where would we even start with finding shelter?” she asked quietly, though her attention went to Harry when she realized he’d joined at her side and she swore, the moment she felt his arm around her, she felt a little more energized, a little safer, and she nodded to his words. “We trust you, Harry,” she murmured, offering a smile up at him, because if Harry said it was only a little farther, then it had to just be a little farther and they’d find somewhere to rest, even for a little while. Hearing the noise, though, she paused in her steps, silencing herself as she peered around, trying to ignore the feeling of dread that filled her. Still, she nodded to Harry’s question, not wanting to speak, though she stepped back when she saw a certain Tomlinson heir step through the trees, and she watched for a long while, unsure of what to say, or what to do. Would he sell them out to Voldemort? Chewing on her lip with the thought, she looked to the others, unsure of what to say.

    There were some days that Calum regretted returning to Hogwarts, where he wished he was out in the world, helping those who needed help, doing what he could to protect those who were incapable of protecting themselves. Any time he had these thoughts, though, he was reminded that there were people he could protect here - namely, Ramona Carter. The girl was capable of chasing away any shadow, any darkness, that loomed over Calum’s thoughts, over his life, and he wanted, more than anything, to be able to provide the same for her. In all honesty, Ramona was the single reason Calum even bothered to return to Hogwarts this year - he wanted to be here for her, to protect her if there ever came a time that she needed to be protected. As he walked to the Great Hall, his thoughts were interrupted when he heard Ramona’s voice, and he swore his heart warmed and eased at the same time, because hearing her voice was all he needed in order to know that she was okay, that she was safe. Smiling, he looked towards her, though his heart ached a bit when he saw how weak her own smile looked, and his expression softened. “Ramona,” he said before he made his way over to her, tilting his head as he examined her with concern. “Is everything alright?” His eyes examined her for a few moments, trying to notice anything, any telltale sign that anything specific was bothering her. “Not that you have to talk about it if something’s wrong, but I’m always here to listen, if you want.”

    Aveline stared out the window of the girls’ dorm in the Gryffindor tower, watching the darkening sky for a few long moments. Dinner was approaching, but she didn’t have much of an appetite. How could she when she knew what was happening beyond the grounds of Hogwarts? Feeling the pit in her stomach deepening, she swallowed hard, anxious about the year ahead, about the events that the war could bring, but she was determined to survive it and to protect her friends. Straightening with the thought, she turned, not wanting to dwell on her prior thoughts, and she descended the stairs, leaving the Gryffindor tower quickly before she headed to the Great Hall. As she walked, though, drawing closer to the Great Hall, she could spot familiar curls, and she couldn’t help the slight smile that formed on her lips. Just seeing the familiar silhouette made Aveline feel a little better, a little braver. “Luke,” she called, picking up her pace to walk alongside him, peering up at her taller peer. She paused, though, when she saw how… Serious he looked. “Is something wrong?” she asked, but she made a face when she realized how truly useless the question was, “I mean, aside from everything that’s been wrong lately, that is…” Shaking her head, she tried to ignore her own poor choice of wording, and she offered a small smile instead. “Sorry, nevermind, just ignore all of that.”

    While seated at the Hufflepuff table in the Great Hall, Michael’s eyes lifted when he noticed others looking towards the entrance. His gaze landed on Euphemia and he felt a small grin cross his features. She was a wonder, and he had so much faith in her - so much so that he’d almost started a fight with another student for muttering insults under their breath. Professor Flitwick had been quick to charm them away from each other, but Michael hadn’t heard that particular student say anything cruel about Euphemia since. He, however, knew that there were still several students who would take any chance to insult Euphemia, and he wanted to be there for her to help her through that. Standing to his feet, he made his way over to Euphemia, offering a smile to her. “Euphemia, hey,” he greeted quietly before motioning, “How about you sit with me?” He didn’t want her eating alone, but, more than that, he wanted to be near Euphemia, he wanted to bask in her presence, because she was everything he wanted, everything he needed, and he’d be damned if he let anybody make her feel even remotely upset. No matter how many times people treated her cruelly, he wanted to be there to help her through it, but, more than that, he wanted to do everything he could to protect her from it. Of all the people in the school, in the universe, Euphemia deserved the cruelty the least, and he wished everybody could see what he saw, that they could see how amazing she truly was. “Come on.” Grinning, he motioned with his head, offering his arm out to her.

    Everly tried not to let the gloom that surrounded Hogwarts get to her - after all, just because a war was brewing or raging, it didn’t mean that they had to let it change them. Moreover, she didn’t want it to change who she was. There had to be some positivity, even in dark times like these, and Everly considered her positivity to come in the form of Ashton Irwin, one of her dear friends, who held her heart in a way that he wasn’t even aware of. As she walked towards the Great Hall, she could hear a few people speaking cruelly about several Slytherins - including both Ashton and Euphemia. When she heard somebody saying something particularly cruel, she quickly did a spell to tie their laces together to trip them, and she tilted her head as she watched the boy fall. “Oops. Maybe you shouldn’t speak so terribly about people you know nothing about,” she said almost casually. She wasn’t naturally cruel and tied laces was likely the extent of any harm she would force onto a fellow student, but she wouldn’t just let others talk about people who mattered to her without lashing out in some way. Turning, she proceeded to the Great Hall, though she perked up a bit when she spotted Ashton and, smiling, she made her way over to him. “Ashton,” she greeted cheerfully, though she blinked, “Where’s your tie?”

    Remus lifted his gaze from the paper only when he felt Allison press a kiss to his cheek, his thoughts having been twisting this way and that; the longer he’d read the paper, the more he was reminded of everything that happened the last time He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named rose to power. There was nothing but death and warnings written in the Daily Prophet lately, and he spent much of his time staring at the words, willing them to change, willing for the world around them to return to the calmer times. Still, if anything good came out of all of this, it was that he had Allison there with him, that he knew she was safe, and he was absolutely determined to protect the love of his life and keep her alive. “There never is these days,” he said gently in response, sighing when Allison took the paper from him, but his gaze remained on her, as if worried that, the moment he looked away, he’d lose her to the cruelties that had returned to their world, practically knocking at the door, looming over them in a way that Remus wished weren’t possible. But, he’d lived through it once, he knew just how possible it was, and he hated the thought that he could lose Allison to all of this. “I know. Of course, you’re right. Hopefully, he’ll take more after Lily in these instances, use his brain, rather than be as reckless as James.” And, at the very least, Harry had his friends to protect him and vice versa. His focus falling on Allison, he smiled fondly as he watched his fiancee for a few moments, just taking her in before he stood to his feet to help her with the tea. “At least I know that you’re safe.” And, he planned to do everything in his power to ensure she remained that way.

    Astra was slowly getting used to the building, all of its creaks and moans; it’d been unnerving at first, but Isaac’s presence had made it easier as time went. It felt surreal, finding a safe place to hide from all the chaos and danger and havoc sweeping across the wizarding world. Even behind these walls, though, Astra only ever really felt wholly safe when she was by Isaac, in his presence, in his arms. Standing in the room with the Black family tree, she couldn’t help but to stare at Sirius Black’s name, his portrait gone, scorched, burned away by his own mother. Just staring at the name made her wonder how many more people would die in a war like this - war always had casualties, losses, and she could feel her heart sink with the thought of losing more friends, or of losing the man who held her heart. As if taking a cue from her thoughts, she could hear Isaac’s voice, and she tore her gaze from the wall long enough to look over to verify that she hadn’t just imagined his voice to ease her concerns. When she saw him, she could feel a small smile form on her features, always relieved to see him, to hear him, to be near him, and she breathed out before settling her gaze on the wall. “Just thinking,” she told him quietly, though she felt the tension and concern within her ease the moment she felt Isaac’s arms around her and she leaned back into his hold. Shifting, she rested her hands over his arms, chewing on her lip in thought. “I’m just wondering who else we have to lose… Or who else we’ve lost that we don’t even know about.”
    June 2nd, 2019 at 11:31am
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    Jess smiled softly as she felt Namjoon wrap an arm around her, and Jess could of sworn that wherever she was in the world, as long as she was with Namjoon, she was home. There was nowhere that could compare to the feeling of being closed into Namjoon's embrace, and Jess felt that she was so lucky - there were so many others who didn't know a love like this. When he shifted, Jess followed his movements so they were both comfortable, nuzzling into Namjoon's neck with a content sigh. "I think this place is perfect," Jess promised quietly, the words murmured into her boyfriend's skin. "The bed is comfortable and we have each other. What more could I possibly ask for?" And Jess meant it. It was a safe haven until the danger that hung over everyone's heads came tumbling upon them, and she knew that with Namjoon by her side, Jess was invincible. Lifting her gaze to her lover's dark eyes, Jess smiled as he gently brushed a strand of hair from her face. "I'm fine, I promise." Jess murmured, pressing a sweet kiss to his full lips. Although it wasn't the whole truth, Jess was certain that there was no way she could tell Namjoon of the tiny miracle growing within - at least, not yet.

    Taeyhung studied Lorelai carefully, noticing that she'd seemed to be deep within her own thoughts, and when the love of his life offered him a weak smile, Taeyhung felt his stomach flip with concern. "Are you sure you're alright?" Taeyhung's voice was laced with concern, and he walked backwards almost expertly, not wanting to take his gaze from Lorelai, not even for a moment, afraid that something would take her from him, afraid that if he blinked, she would disappear. Taeyhung was strong, he was a natural leader, but he knew that life wouldn't be worth much if he didn't have Lorelai beside him through it all - especially these trying times. "You've been doing a lot of thinking recently, darling." Taeyhung offered a small grin, his tone teasing as he made sure she was comfortable on the bed he had chosen, leaning to smooth out the blankets and that it wasn't too hard for Lorelai's back. "Does it?" Taeyhung teased, pressing a sweet kiss to Lorelai's forehead, his eyes closing as he took a moment to just relish in her presence. "It's been a long day. You can rest." He murmured into her skin, sitting beside her. "What do you think of the bus so far?" He asked with curiosity - he'd only been on one once himself, when he ran away from home at fifteen. Settling back, Taeyhung gently tugged Lorelai into his lap, burying his face into her neck, wanting - needing - to protect her.

    Frenchie couldn't help the weak smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth when Yoongi wrapped an arm around her frame, grateful to the comfort he constantly offered - whether he was aware of it or not. Watching as he set their things down, Frenchie almost cringed outwardly at the thought of the little they had packed, and how much more they'd have to carry with things for their growing baby. Pushing the thought to the back of her mind, Frenchie helped Yoongi settle their belongings at the foot of the bed, Frenchie looked to her boyfriend with a loving, but tired, smile, having caught him watching her. When he pressed his lips to her temple, Frenchie listened to Yoongi's words, taking a moment to process them and rolling her eyes playfully. "Just a change in the weather, I'm sure it's just a flu." Frenchie promised, not wanting to worry Yoongi any more than he already was. "I'll be just fine, after all, I have you." Frenchie leaned to press a kiss to Yoongi's lips. Following his gaze, Frenchie smiled. "It certainly is homely for what it is," Frenchie moved to sit cross-legged on the bed, stretching her arms above her head. "It's soft."

    Draco hadn't even had time to react before his father lead the group to throw spells at the pair, but Draco hadn't even lifted his wand, he hadn't murmured a word - he couldn't bring himself to, having recognised the girl as Violet Bates, the beauty he'd always admired in school. She was always so kind to everyone, and Draco had always wished that he could be blessed with her friendship, but their circumstances - their loyalties, were different, but they weren't anymore. Draco knew which side of the fight he belonged to, but he had so many expectations on his shoulders, he couldn't just shrug them off now. "Father!" Draco called, knowing his distraction (or, what he hoped would be a distraction) would call off the crossfire for a moment, and if he succeeded, he could direct Violet and whoever she was with to a safe haven. "I uh," Draco almost stumbled upon his words as the Death Eaters turned to look at him, but he remembered that he was a Malfoy, he held power within his veins. "I'm sure I saw Potter and Weasley run through the opening!" Draco pointed. "Over there!" And as the Death Eaters were ordered by Lucius Malfoy to investigate, Draco took the moment to approach Violet. "What are you doing out here?" Draco hissed out. "You could be killed!" Scowling, Draco looked over his shoulder. "I know you have no reason to trust me, but seek out 12 Grimmauld Place. It's where the Order of the Phoenix resides, they can keep you safe." Draco murmured. "Go, now, if you want to live."

    Isabella felt her heart jump with the small smile George offered her. It was incredible, after so long, he still had such a wonderful affect on her. Feeling the warmth of his skin against hers, Isabella exhaled happily, so grateful for reassurance of George's touch, knowing he was safe with her. All they could do was wait impatiently for any news Molly and Arthur would send, and Isabella considered herself lucky that her family were none the wiser to the imposed dangers - her friends, however, weren't so lucky, and she could feel the concern grow within her chest at the thought, like a seed sprouting to life. "Don't apologise," Isabella smiled softly as George leaned to press a kiss to her forehead. "I'm worried too, my love." Isabella admitted, following George's lead and resting on his lap, studying him carefully as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her thumbs caressing his skin. "Your family are incredible, I don't doubt them for a moment." Isabella promised, her forehead falling naturally to George's. "I'm okay. Frighteningly calm." She laughed. "I just... I wish there was something more we could do." Isabella buried her face into George's red hair, frowning.

    Fred, for a brief moment, wasn't sure if he heard foosteps or if it was his mind playing a cruel joke on him. Everything happening recently had been weighing him down, but the Weasley boy wouldn't admit defeat - he would rather die than give any Death Eater who so blindly followed a false leader the satisfaction. Trying to untense his shoulders, Fred pulled his wand from behind his ear, ready to retaliate to any spell that may be launched in his direction - Hogsmeade was barren, it was the perfect opportunity for anyone driven by fear. However, when a familiar voice touched Fred's very soul, Fred felt all fear and uncertainy melt to the ground and he exhaled with relief, quickly tucking his wand up his sleeve. "Nyla!" Fred approached the Slytherin with relief - meeting the beauty halfway as she approached him, and without really thinking, Fred lifted her off her feet, swinging her around with vigor. "I'm so bloody glad to see you! I thought I was about to get killed!" The red head laughed. He never really did understand, how Nyla gave him the most incredible feeling - like he could take on the whole world and win. He was sure that's one of the many things that made him fall so in love with her. Setting her carefully down on her feet once more, Fred studied Nyla, before pulling her into a hug. "I was just closing the shop." Fred murmured into her hair. "I'm so glad to see you, Nyla, you have no idea."

    Amelia watched Paria and Harry with a small smile. She was happy for her friends, that they'd found love in such a hopeless world, and maybe that was the beacon of hope that Amelia needed to continue on. "I don't know if I trust you, Harry, I mean, you fell off your broom at Quidditch practice and that just rang some pretty loud bells." Amelia teased, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she made her way through twigs and leaves and dirt, hoping the journey would be worth it - wherever they would end up was a mystery, but it had to be somewhere good. Seeing a light among the trees though, Amelia almost stumbled over her own feet when she saw Louis Tomlinson, a Slytherin boy that held Amelia's heart within his hands - he had done from the moment they'd met, even after they graduated. "Louis?" Amelia breathed, studying the handsome boy with relieved eyes, unsure if she should trust him. "Are - are you okay?" Amelia stepped forward with no hesitance, stepping into the illumination his wand provided. "We're on the run, Louis." Amelia explained quietly. "We need somewhere safe." She continued softly, ignoring Paria's silence and Harry's venom. "What are you doing out here?"

    Harry couldn't help but tighten his hold on Paria, tugging her to his side once more, vowing silently to protect her. They'd come so far for things to go wrong now. Leading Paria through the leaves and the dirt, Harry ensured he forged a safer path for Paria and Amelia. "We'll find somewhere." Harry spoke with determination. "We have to." And although he meant that last part to be quieter than it had come out, Harry came to a stand still as the noise of crunching leaves and cracking twigs came closer. Hearing Amelia though, Harry grinned, looking over his shoulder to Paria and Amelia. "That was one time!" Harry grinned, dimples against his cheeks prominent. Harry gently pushed Paria to stand behind him, a frown taking over his smile when he saw Louis Tomlinson holding his wand. "Oh, brilliant." Harry commented with a roll of his eyes. "Literally the last person on the list of who we wanted to see." Harry frowned. "Step aside, Tomlinson." And although Harry wasn't so naturally hostile, he remembered Louis Tomlinson - cocky, arrogant, and a true Slytherin through and through, notoriously infamous for coming from a long line of pureblood Slytherins, the Tomlinson patriarch rumoured to be a Death Eater with direct links to Lord Voldermort himself. "What we're doing out here is none of your business," Harry gave a look to Amelia then. "Just... go back to whatever cave you crawled from."

    Ramona's smile widened, if only a little, as Calum approached her, and she couldn't help but to examine the handsome boy, dark curls unkempt and blue and silver tie neat against his chest, everything that made Ramona fall more in love each and every day - Ramona knew that they'd probably be nothing more than friends, but there was something about the danger that hung around the castle that made Ramona hope that, if anything was to happen to her, Calum would know how she truly felt. Resting her hands gently on Calum's forearms, Ramona took a moment to relish in the sound of Calum's voice, nodding to his question. "Dandy," she replied coolly, squeezing his arms gently, just needing some comfort. "I just... Calum, I sound so silly, but don't you just wish that instead of doing stupid essays, we were out there helping to fight the good fight?" Ramona asked, biting her lip as she peered up at the Ravenclaw. Ramona knew that sometimes she could be impulsive, but it was a thought she couldn't rid from the back of her mind. "I feel useless, sat in the castle." She admitted quietly, studying Calum. "But are you okay, Calum? I was worried about you earlier, you seemed so distant at breakfast."

    Luke stuffed his hands into his pockets as he walked, watching each passing student as he did. He saw fear, uncertainty and anxiety, and as much as he understood that the school was in danger, he knew that those who remained in the castle were determined to protect it and it's legacy, the history it stood upon, and that was what gave Luke determination to continue on - but there was someone else who gave Luke determination, and that someone was Aveline, a Gryffindor in Luke's year who had so easily captured his heart. As if his thoughts had escaped his mind and called out to the stars, Luke paused as heard Aveline's voice, and he turned to look over his shoulder, smiling weakly. "Aveline!" Luke greeted, relief flooding through his existence as she stood by his side. "Hello, love." Luke greeted, wrapping an arm around his shorter friend's shoulders, tugging her to him protectively, knowing she'd perceive the gesture as platonic. "Oh," Luke blinked with her question. "Well... my mother wants me to return home." Luke admitted quietly. "Ivor brought the letter to me about an hour ago." Luke frowned. "I declined, naturally. There's no bloody way I'm leaving now, Aveline. I'm in this come hell or high water, I've got friends and I'm not leaving them behind." Luke looked down to Aveline with a weak smile. "How are you feeling, though?" Luke led them into the Great Hall, tightening his grip on the beauty.

    Euphemia hadn't asked for much in life, and yet, as she felt the disapproving eyes of her fellow students upon her, all she wanted was for the ground to open up and take her, and trying her hardest to ignore the tears that burned in the back of her eyes, Euphemia sniffled slightly, trying to tell herself that she was so much more what people assumed. It had become her mantra recently. Euphemia was pulled from her thoughts though, when she was approached by the one person she wanted to see, Michael. "Oh, Michael, hello." Euphemia cleared her throat, inwardly cringing at how her voice cracked. "Are you sure you want me to sit with you?" Euphemia lifted her gaze, her fists clenching in frustration as the tuts and stares continued - but through it all, there was Michael, a true ray of light that Euphemia was so incredibly grateful for. He helped her stay grounded, he saw what the others didn't and Euphemia had truly fallen so in love with the boy that it frightened her a little. But when Michael offered his arm for her to take, Euphemia's tears began to fall, and she sniffled, nodding, taking his arm gently. "Thank you."

    Ashton didn't mean to walk around looking like he was about to murder someone, but when words didn't speak, his facial expression certainly did. He was hurting deeply, fed up of assumptions - but he was determined that his resolve wouldn't break in front of others who would only accuse him of seeking sympathy. Exhaling heavily, Ashton kept his gaze on the floor, biting his lip in fear of the stares he knew he would receive, preparing himself for the cruel whispers and sneers. But when he heard Everly call out to him, Ashton felt his heart lift with hope, as if it was calling for her to come closer, yearning to be close to her heart - to her whole existence. Ashton was certain they were made from the same stardust. Ashton swallowed the lump in his throat, wanting to appear brave for Everly. "Hello, lovely." Ashton offered a weak smile that soon turned into a scowl when Everly asked where his tie was, and gently pulling a small piece of his tie from his pocket to show Everly, not glancing down at the silver and green fabric, the sight of it making his blood boil in his veins. "I don't want to wear it anymore, Everly." Ashton's voice cracked, but no, he wouldn't break - not here. "All it brings me is pain." Ashton leaned on the pillar the led to the Great Hall's doors, blinking away his tears. "All it does is make people hate me even more!"

    Allison smiled with Remus' words. "I feel that better times are coming, Remus. We must be patient, fight where we must." Allison reminded softly, although she couldn't deny the fear that sat in the pit of her stomach constantly. The times were dark, the days were long, and through it all, she had Remus to be her guiding light, and she just couldn't be more grateful than what she already was. Hearing Remus' words about Harry, Allison laughed, going to the cupboard to grab a pack of biscuits, shaking her head in amusement. "Remus Lupin, wasn't James your best friend? Didn't that make you just as reckless?" Allison teased, nibbling on a custard cream as she studied her fiance with a loving smile, wondering how on Earth she got so lucky. "I'm sure he'll make all the right decisions. Hermione Granger wouldn't let him do anything less." Allison promised, watching Remus stand to his feet. Placing the biscuits by the stove, Allison turned off the hob the kettle rested upon, approaching her husband to be, pressing another kiss to his cheek. "Of course I'm safe," Allison smiled into his skin, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him close. "I'm with you, and I love you, so much. That's something beautiful in times like this, isn't it? Love." Allison's forehead met Remus', and she smiled softly.

    Isaac smiled softly as he felt Astra lean into his hold, and he nuzzled into her hair, exhaling softly as he took in her scent, relieved knowing that when she was in his hold like this, she was safe. No harm would ever come to her when he was around. "Thinking is a dangerous pass time, darling." Isaac murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head as he lifted his gaze to look at the Black family tree. Listening to Astra's concerns, Isaac sighed softly. "My love, we can't tell the future. But we can help it along," Isaac spoke softly, pulling away to stand in front of Astra, his hands resting delicately at her waist as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. "And what we can do is protect those who need it, we continue to fight and push evil back down to the ground with as little casualties as we can help." Isaac studied Astra's face, leaning to press a sweet kiss to the lips of the woman Isaac believed he was meant to be with forever, his soulmate, his wife to be. "And if we lose anyone, all we can do is honour them by living." Isaac smiled weakly. "I know it's not ideal, sweetheart, but it's all we can do until the Dark Lord is defeated and we can raise our future children safely." Isaac looked back at the old family tree, and knowing that being cooped up in Grimmauld Place must of been so frustrating for a woman younger than he was. "How about we go to the attic? I saw an easel up there, and a telescope. Perhaps we can look at the stars. Ask for guidance." He teased, tickling Astra's sides.
    June 3rd, 2019 at 01:16am
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    Namjoon felt himself relax when he felt Jess nuzzling into him, swearing that she’d always had the most amazing effect on him, centering and grounding him, always reminding him that she was his biggest source of comfort, and he loved her for it - he loved her in general. Listening to her speak, he couldn’t help but to enjoy her voice, but he nodded along to her words, grinning down at her, examining her for a moment, for any telltale sign of discomfort or distress. “You have a point there,” he admitted quietly, rubbing her back gently as he drew her closer to himself and pressed a kiss to her forehead, just grateful to have her there with him. She was everything he could have ever asked for and he loved her for it. Still, he listened quietly to what she had to say, and he chewed on his lip nervously with her murmured promise. “If you’re sure, love,” he murmured quietly, hugging her closer to himself, being gentle with her either way. “But, if something’s wrong, don’t hesitate to tell me, yeah? I love you - I want you safe and happy, but I also want you to be okay and for you to feel okay with telling me when you’re not, so that I can do whatever I can to help.” After all, she was everything to him - and he couldn’t imagine what his life would be like without her, he didn’t want to have to experience such a thing, ever.

    Lorelai watched Taehyung with faint amusement with the sight of him walking backwards, and she nodded slightly. “I’m sure,” she promised quietly, “Truly.” And, the moment she had the chance to relax, she was happy to accept it, because she worried about stressing the baby. Her heart swelled with the love she already held for the baby, with her desire to protect it, and she wanted to tell Taehyung, but she knew that would just make him worry all the more. “Mm, gotta put my brain to use somehow, right?” she joked with a small grin of her own, though she listened quietly humming in thought with the feeling of him pressing a kiss to her forehead, swearing he always had the most wonderful calming effect on her, and she’d never felt this safe with anybody else. “You should rest, too, love,” she reminded quietly, though she grinned with his question, only to give a quiet noise of surprise when he tugged her onto his lap. Her grin broadening, though, she leaned back into his hold, just feeling so relieved with the contact. “It’s comfortable, definitely not what I was expecting. I like it,” she assured quietly, her hands shifted to rest over his gently, and she breathed out happily with being in his arms. “You make it even better.” Grinning teasingly, she angled herself a bit to kiss his cheek gently.

    Yoongi could feel his concern growing when he saw the weak smile that Frenchie offered him, even more so when he noticed how tired it became. Pulling her close to him once he was beside her, he shifted to bury his face into her hair gently, rubbing her back gently. “I’m sorry, love,” he told her quietly, “I wish there was something I could do to help.” He really did; the thought of Frenchie suffering through anything like the flu, any illness at all, made anxiety well up in his chest, because there was nothing he could do about it - he couldn’t force it away, and he worried that being on the Knight Bus, especially with all the movement, would cause her stomach to be all the more upset. “I just want you to be okay.” Still, pulling away, he kissed her forehead gently before grinning when he felt her press a kiss to his lips, and he allowed himself to relish in the feeling for the moment that it lasted before he peered around, nodding slowly. “I think so, too,” he agreed before he settled his gaze back on her, “Though I wish we could be somewhere a little more roomy. Or private.” He grinned teasingly, pressing a kiss to her temple before he rested a hand on her knee, mostly to comfort her and himself, and he peered around a bit. “At least it’s safe. That’s what matters most.” Because, as long as they were somewhere safe, it meant that Frenchie would be safe, and that’s all he cared about.

    Violet had been prepared to fight for hers and her mother’s lives if it came to that, ready to protect her mother at all costs, no matter what it took, but she blinked with mild surprise when she heard Draco’s voice. Peering over at him, she watched him with surprise - Harry Potter and Ron Weasley were certainly nowhere near her, she hadn’t seen them since the end of term last year, so she knew Draco was lying. The problem was that she couldn’t figure out why. “What?” she asked with surprise when he approached her once the others were gone, and she stared at him in shock, trying to figure out what was going on, why he was doing this. “Why does that matter to you?” Her brows furrowed as she watched him, trying to decipher him, but she was coming up empty, and she peered back at her mother as she listened to him, chewing on her lip, wondering if she should trust him. But, he’d just saved her and her mother, and she was willing to accept whatever help she could receive. Looking back at him, she watched him with confusion. “What about you, though?” Did he truly believe his father and the other Death Eaters wouldn’t realize he’d sent them on a fool’s errand? She couldn’t help but to worry despite herself.

    George held Isabella gently closer to himself, relishing in the weight of her on his lap, in his arms, because it meant that she was there with him, that she was safe from the dangers that were looming over their heads. “I know,” he assured her quietly, breathing out a quiet sigh as he relaxed under her touch, swearing she could ground him in the worst times - and he couldn’t thank her enough for that, he knew that, but he was so, so grateful for her, for her existence, and he could never express that enough. Still, hearing her speak of his family, he offered an amused look, his eyes peering into hers when she rested her forehead to his, and he grinned slightly. “They’re certainly something. Who knows what trouble they’re causing themselves right now?” He tried not to think about it outside of a positive outlook, not wanting to think of how much danger any member of his family could currently be in. Lifting his hand, he ran his fingers through Isabella’s hair, gently brushing her hair out of her face and tucking it behind her hair. “Right now, we’re here to make sure that your family is safe.” His arms slid back around her when she buried her face against him, and he rubbed her back gently, wanting to comfort her in any way that he could. “At least that’s something, yeah?”

    Nyla grinned broadly, a shocked laugh escaping her when Fred lifted her, and she quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, just too happy to see Fred after so long, swearing that, in that moment, she felt safe, for the first time in weeks. “Truth be told, I never thought I’d see you again,” she admitted quietly, breathing out in relief, though once she felt the ground under her feet again, she peered up at him, watching him for a long moment. But, feeling his embrace, she could feel herself easing into it, melting into his touch so easily that she swore she belonged there, and she buried her face against his chest as she returned the hug. “I think I have a pretty good idea,” she teased lightly, chewing on her lip, her fingers curling almost desperately to the back of his shirt, just relieved to be in the arms of somebody so familiar, somebody who’d always held her heart and who she’d always trusted. Admittedly, she was still in slight shock that she’d found Fred, rather than coming across more Death Eaters, but she relished in the sense of safety Fred brought her, and she just knew that she was safe there with him. “Are you okay? Have you been okay, safe?” she asked, pulling back a little to peer up at him, examining him for a moment, “Is your family alright?”

    Louis ignored everything Harry was saying, not wanting to deal with the other boy at all, in favor of paying attention to Amelia, to her presence, to her voice, still surprised to see her after all the time that had passed since they'd graduated. It hadn't even really been more than a year, but it felt like forever, and he wished he hadn't lost even a moment. Still, as he watched her, he offered a small nod, clearing his throat a bit. "Yeah, yeah, of course, I'm alright," he assured her, watching her, his heart swelling a bit when she'd stepped closer. "Sorry, you lot spooked me a bit." He offered an amused look, arching a brow as he examined her, taking her in for a few moments, still reeling over the fact that she was there, right there in front of him, safe and sound. "I was running errands for my Mum." He held up the bags for a moment, examining him, his mind running over her words for a few moments, debating. They were on the run, but he knew it would be difficult to find a safe place in times like these, with all the dangers and darkness lurking and looming around them. He knew it was probably a bad idea to offer, but he wanted to keep Amelia safe, he wanted to know that she was safe, always, especially now. "If you want, you could hide at my home? You'll have to hide when my dad's around, but it's still mostly safe."

    Paria blinked, her gaze falling to Harry’s back when he pushed her behind him, and she couldn’t help but to reach out to grab at the back of his shirt, prepared to pull him away if any sort of confrontation started, because the last thing they needed was to attract attention to themselves. Hearing Amelia speak, though, she peered over at her friend, watching her, arching a brow at the fact that Amelia seemed so open to Louis - but, if Amelia trusted him enough to tell him everything, a part of her wanted to trust Amelia’s intuition. “Harry,” she murmured, stepping forward a little, but still remaining behind him because she didn’t want to give him a reason to worry or for him to start anything, “Try not to get riled up, yeah?” She offered a weak, nervous smile, but she listened intently to everything that was being said, blinking slowly when Louis offered for them to come hide at his home. A part of her worried that it was some sort of trap, but a greater part of her was tired of trying to find a safe place to hide and was hopeful that maybe this was their chance, finally.

    Calum couldn't help the smile that formed on his lips when he felt Ramona's hands rest on his forearms, and he watched her for a few moments, listening to her quietly, just enjoying having her close. Still, as he listened to her speak, he arched a brow, but shook his head, reaching up to take his hands gently from his arms to give them a squeeze. "That doesn't make you sound silly," he assured her quietly as he watched her, "But, there are things we can do here - the younger students need us around to keep them calm and safe, to protect them. We're not useless here." And, he believed that, he really did. There wasn't much they could do out in the world that they couldn't do at Hogwarts - protecting people. But, more than anything, Calum wanted Ramona safe, he wanted to protect her, and he planned to, he was going to, no matter what. Hearing her voice her concerns, though, he blinked, taking her in, just enjoying her presence, amazed by how gorgeous she was and how she seemed to ground him in all of the best ways - and he couldn't thank her enough for that, really. "I'm alright," he told her, nodding slowly, "I was just a little lost in thought, it wasn't anything too serious, though." Smiling, he examined her for a moment and tilted his head. "Are you hungry?" he asked her, "Let's go get something to eat."

    Aveline offered a small grin up to Luke when she felt his arm around her, and she found herself easily leaning into his embrace, always finding it easy to relax and let her guard down in Luke’s presence. She, of course, was fully aware of why Luke’s presence seemed to give her the best type of security, but she’d never mentioned it - and with all the dangers they were both aware of, she didn’t think it was the best time to bring it up. Regardless, she listened to him quietly, blinking slowly as she took in his words and she felt a bit of relief when Luke said he wasn’t leaving, though it made her worry a bit about his safety. But, at least, if he was there at Hogwarts, then they were in this together. “She’s worried about you, it’s understandable that she’d want you home,” she told him quietly, peered up at him, examining him for a moment, “I’m glad you’re not leaving, though.” There wasn’t a point in lying about that much; after all, she was sure her relief with his decision had been written all over her face. Seeing his weak smile, though, she offered a smile of her own and she nudged him gently. “Perk up, Luke,” she teased lightly, though she offered a small shrug to his question. “Nervous about everything, but I’m sure we all are. I’m okay otherwise, though, really.”

    Michael offered a smile as he watched Euphemia, hoping to assure her in any way that he could, because she didn’t deserve to be treated so badly. “I’m absolutely sure,” he promised with a nod as he watched her, “Ignore them, they’re all morons.” Hearing a few people making noises of disapproval towards Euphemia, he shot a look towards the group, glaring hard at them. How dare they treat Euphemia like that? “Oi, you lot, stick your noses somewhere else - possibly your asses, yeah?” he called to them, scoffing quietly before he settled his gaze on Euphemia, hoping beyond hope that the cruelty of the other students wouldn’t weigh on her too much - or that he could at least help her overcome it. Feeling Euphemia take his arm, he smiled, shaking his head. “You don’t have to thank me,” he assured her quietly, resting his hand gently over hers, squeezing around her fingers gently, wanting to find some way to comfort her, because she was such an amazing person, kind and beautiful, and she was the last person to ever deserve to be treated so awfully. “Come on.” Gesturing with his head, he led the way to his House table, motioning for her to take a seat first. “How did your last class go?”

    Everly could feel her heart twist with sympathy when she saw Ashton’s weak smile, and she watched him for a few moments, her expression softening when she saw the scowl that soon replaced that smile. Her gaze dropping to his tie when he tugged a small piece out, she listened quietly, feeling awful for Ashton that he was facing so much scrutiny when he hadn’t done anything wrong - he didn’t deserve it. When she lifted her gaze up to him, she could see the tears in his eyes, and she shifted, reaching to cup his face gently, her thumbs stroking his cheeks. “Then, they’re idiots,” she told him quietly, “If they can hate you because of an article of clothing, then they’re not worth those tears, Ashton.” Dropping her hands, she reached for the tie, tugging it free from the confines of his pocket before she shifted to slide it around his neck, tying it gently. “Don’t let them make you ashamed of your House, Ashton. You’re so much more than just being a Slytherin, and any fool would know that being a Slytherin doesn’t make you evil.” When she finished tying the tie, she lifted her gaze back to him, her fingers still on the tie as she watched him. “Wear your tie with pride, no fear.”

    Remus processed everything Allison was saying and he smiled to himself, finding himself lucky to have somebody like her in his life to ground him, to remind him that there was so much good and so much life in the world, so much light, and Allison was the source of it all for him - and he couldn’t thank her enough for that. “Of course, you’re absolutely right,” he murmured, nodding slowly, “I have faith in us.” And, he did, he really did, because he had to in times like these. Still, he offered an amused look. “I was much more tame than James ever was. But, that’s also further proof that I’m very aware of the trouble Harry could get himself involved in.” Quickly, though, he forced that thought away, not wanting to think too far into it, aware his thoughts would run wild, that his concerns would become more prevalent, so, instead, he rested his hands on Allison’s hips, squeezing gently as he drew her closer to himself, smiling when he felt her arms around his neck, taking in the beautiful sight of her smile. “I love you, too - more than I can say,” he murmured, kissing her forehead gently, “And, it is - but so are you.” He grinned slightly, unable to help it, and pressed a kiss to her lips.

    Astra listened intently to Isaac, taking in his words, mostly finding comfort in his voice, and she let herself be mildly amused. “There’s hardly anything dangerous in thinking - it’s the acting that’s dangerous,” she murmured, chewing on her lip as she tried to push her concerns away. But, seeing Isaac move in front of her, she lifted her gaze to watch him, her eyes closing over when she felt him kiss her forehead, swearing that nothing was better than being this close to Isaac; he seemed to chase away all her darkest fears, and she couldn’t thank him enough for that. The more he spoke, the more she found herself hanging onto his every word - it was nothing new, she always had the highest degree of faith in Isaac, because he always went out of his way to comfort her, and she believed in him more than she believed in anything. Still, hearing his later words, she offered a small grin. “Thinking of children already, Isaac?” she teased before opening her eyes to take him in, blinking at his suggestion, but she smiled and nodded. “I think that sounds like fun, let’s go.”
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    Feeling Namjoon untense beneath her, Jess smiled, knowing how stressed he'd been with trying to find them and their friends safety. Jess was just so grateful that they'd found somewhere, no matter how temporary, where they could both take a moment to breathe. Peering up at Namjoon, Jess returned his smile. "I always have a point, sweetheart." She teased, her eyes closing as she felt Namjoon's lips against her forehead. As soon as Jess felt the contact leave, she opened her eyes to the sight of Namjoon worrying his lip nervously with his teeth, and she took his free hand within her own, interlocking their fingers. "I'm absolutely sure." And when her boyfriend held her just that little bit closer, Jess was certain she was close to being overrun with emotion, especially as he spoke. "I'm fine, love, I promise." And although that was the truth - Jess was more than fine, completely in love with the tiny baby growing within her - Jess knew that she'd have to come clean eventually, before things spiralled too out of hand. "I'm just glad we can rest here." Jess lay her head on Namjoon's shoulder, happily taking in his scent.

    Taeyhung felt a relief wash through him when Lorelai reassured him that she was okay. "Thank God," Taeyhung breathed, and although their safety wasn't promised for too long, it would, at least, give them both a chance to catch their breath and for Lorelai to shake off whatever had been making her sick - that was Taeyhung's priority, ensuring that the woman he loved so dearly would regain her strength and health. "You always put your brain to good use," Taeyhung rolled his eyes playfully. "I always say you're the brains of this operation. I'm merely the brawn." Looking to Lorelai then, Taeyhung winked teasingly, but his joking manner soon disappeared when he heard Lorelai remind him that he too should rest. "Don't you worry about me, darling." Taeyhung gently held Lorelai in his lap, ensuring she wouldn't fall off. Nuzzling his face into her neck once more, Taeyhung smiled when Lorelai leaned into him. "I'm well rested. You just focus on regaining some of your health." And Taeyhung knew he was being overprotective, but he just couldn't help himself - he'd had the need to protect Lorelai since they'd gotten together, and that urge had been stronger since everything had started going wrong. "I like it too." Taeyhung promised, feeling the warmth of her hands over his and knowing that they could take on anything. "Oh?" Taeyhung teased. "I do? Well, aren't you lucky to have such a strong, caring boyfriend?" Taeyhung teased, catching Lorelai's lips into a sweet kiss as she went to kiss his cheek.

    Frenchie only had to glance at Yoongi to see the concern evident on his face, but the moment he buried his face into her hair, Frenchie relaxed into him, her exhaustion beginning to catch up with her, and the more Yoongi rubbed her back, the more Frenchie could feel it taking a toll. "Yoongi," Frenchie protested against his cuteness with a whine. "I'll be okay, love, I promise." But that's what worried Frenchie the most - when her sickness disappeared and her bump began to grow, how would she explain to Yoongi that she was carrying his child? Pulling away from Yoongi to sit cross-legged on the bed, Frenchie got comfortable, leaving enough room for Yoongi as she listened to his words, snorting with laughter, shaking her head. "Are you honestly thinking about sex now of all times?" Frenchie teased, her hand on top of his as it rested on her knee. "It is safe. We can be safe here, at least for now." Frenchie sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "We don't know what anyone's next move is going to be. This is the only place we can stay." But what happened if Death Eaters took over the bus? What happened if their temporary safe haven wasn't built to last? Resting a hand on her stomach at the thought, Frenchie suddenly felt a surge of protective instinct run through her, and she exhaled. "I'm so tired, Yoongi."

    "12 Grimmauld Place," Draco repeated with a sense of urgency, studying Violet before his gaze fell to, what he assumed to be, her mother. Feeling a small churn of sympathy within his chest, Draco exhaled heavily, looking to where his father had led the large group. "Because I'm not like them, Violet. You don't have to trust me, but you'll be safe there." Draco tried to reaffirm his words, because he needed to keep Violet safe - there was no way she was going to get caught in the crossfire for as long as Draco could help it. "It isn't far from here, you can bewitch this to use as a portkey." Taking a ring from his finger, Draco offered it to Violet, lifting his gaze to meet hers once more. "I'll be fine. My father knows that Potter is smart, he doesn't have a reason to not believe me." And although the one thing Draco feared most was his father, he knew that by helping Violet, this could be the beginning of his redemption - he'd always had feelings for the girl, and if he could show her that he wasn't as cruel as everyone thought he was, he would consider that a success. "There's Order members at Grimmauld Place, they'll look after you. I'll drop by tonight to see you, make sure that you're both okay." Hearing his father in the distance, Draco swallowed the fear he felt residing in his throat, wondering if his father really would believe him that Harry Potter, the golden boy, the boy who lived, had been spotted for the first time in months. "Good luck, Violet."

    Isabella smiled softly as George held her closer, and she listened to his soft breathing, taking comfort in his presence, under his touch, because he was with her and he was safe. It was incredible, really, the love Isabella had for the Weasley boy, and how quickly he became something of a motive for her to find a way to survive through these difficult times. Seeing George's amused look, Isabella rolled her eyes teasingly. "You're certainly something, George Weasley." Isabella teased, but seeing the worry behind George's eyes, Isabella's smile softened, and her eyes closed with the feeling of her boyfriend's fingers through her hair. Frowning, Isabella sighed. "They're safe, George. They're fine. They're none the wiser." Isabella pulled away then. "I'd much rather be at the Burrow. We have a fight to win and we're here, being useless." Isabella frowned, although her thoughts were soon disturbed by something hitting her window, and she blinked, standing from George's lap, pushing her window open to see an owl flat on it's back. "Erol!" Isabella tutted, gently helping the bird perch on her arm. "George, he's got a letter." Isabella looked to the redhead then. "It could have news."

    Fred couldn't help but to think to himself how Nyla's laugh was the most wonderful thing he'd heard in weeks, and feeling her arms wrapped around him, Fred didn't dare pull away. "I thought I'd never see you again." Fred breathed, although he was so certain he wouldn't. Death Eaters were becoming far more unforgiving, turning on their own kind. Studying Nyla carefully, Fred only pulled her closer, wanting to keep her safe, especially as he felt her bury her face against his chest. Lifting a hand to smooth down her hair, Fred exhaled heavily. "I'm okay," Fred promised quietly. "As far as I know, Mum and Dad are fine. George is with Isabella." Ducking his head slightly, Fred frowned. "Still no word on Ron." And although his voice broke, his resolve at its wits end, Fred could only consider himself lucky. He was alive, and so was Nyla, and as far as he knew, all of his family. "How about you, though?" Fred pulled away slightly to look to Nyla, studying her once again for anything he might have missed, any sign of injury or pain. "Have you been keeping safe? How've you been - what about your family? What's been going on?" Fred paused, realising that standing in Hogsmeade, exposed, wasn't the smartest idea. "We should get somewhere safer."

    Amelia shot a look to Harry with his hostility towards Louis, and looking towards the Slytherin boy once more, Amelia exhaled, her eyes tired and smile defeated, but still, she had to keep trying. It hadn't even been a year since they'd all graduated from Hogwarts, and yet Amelia could still feel the relief in her chest upon seeing Louis' face, hearing his voice like it was the most beautiful hymn she'd ever heard. "Louis Tomlinson?" She teased. "Spooked?" And seeing the boy's amused expression, Amelia laughed, though almost humourless, just so fed up of running, never knowing if the days would be her last. Rubbing at her eyes, Amelia blinked in surprise with Louis' offer, looking over her shoulder to her friends before looking back to Louis. "Are you serious?" Amelia asked, voice quiet and hope rising, although she tried not to hold onto it so desperately. "Please don't say you're joking, Lou, please..." Amelia begged. She was just so tired, and although she knew that she shouldn't, Amelia felt as though putting her trust - putting her life - in Louis' hands was the right thing to do.

    Harry only felt the tension begin to ebb away from him when he felt Paria's hand grab at the back of his shirt, any contact between the two meaning so much more to him than he was sure he could ever explain. He reminded himself that he was going to protect Paria with all he had in him. Shifting slightly, Harry wrapped an arm around Paria's shoulders and gently tugged her to his side, determined to keep that promise. "Sorry, love." He murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, watching as Amelia and Louis interacted, although with Louis' offer of protection and safety, Harry couldn't help but hold Paria just that little bit tighter. "How do we know you're just not going to sell us out to your Death Eater father, Tomlinson?" Harry challenged with a frown. "Isn't that what all of your kind do?" And although Harry wanted to be hopeful, he wanted safety, he wanted some stability, but his fear was almost holding him back from what could of been a great opportunity. "And even if you don't, what would you want in return? Slytherins don't do anything for nothing." And if it was one thing Hogwarts had taught him, it was that Slytherins really did live up to their expectation of cunning. For all they knew, Louis could of been planning to hand them over the moment they agreed.

    Ramona watched the way Calum smiled and she couldn't help but smile in return, because Calum was something truly remarkable, and he had the most amazing affect on Ramona. Watching as he arched his brow, Ramona's smile disappeared for a moment, but when he expelled her worries, Ramona exhaled, squeezing his hands in return, interlocking their fingers. "You really think so?" Ramona asked carefully, knowing that Calum was right. The younger students needed the guidance of the older students, and Ramona was more than happy to provide. Stepping closer to Calum, Ramona studied him for a moment longer than she'd intended, wondering if he was telling the truth when he reassured her that he was okay. "As long as you're sure." Ramona murmured, offering Calum's hands a gentle squeeze once more. He'd been thinking a lot recently, but Ramona couldn't blame him. The world around them was crumbling to dust and it felt as though there was nothing they could do but watch. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear with the thought, Ramona blinked as Calum asked if she was hungry, and nodding, Ramona kept a hold of Calum's hand. "I could eat a horse."

    Luke noticed the way that Aveline leaned into his touch, but he didn't dare bring it up, instead choosing to relish in the feeling of the weight of her in his arms, against him and safe and happy. Sighing in content with the thought, Luke walked easily with Aveline by his side, because she brought him so much comfort that Luke almost couldn't quite comprehend it all. No one had ever made Luke feel so incredibly himself, and yet Aveline brought that out of him so easily. "I understand that she's worried, Aveline, but she doesn't understand." Luke frowned. "We have to stand together in times like this, and I would never forgive myself for being so cowardly. I want to be in this fight, I want to do some good." Luke looked down to Aveline with a fond gaze. "I'm glad I'm not leaving too. It means I can stay here, be with you, our friends." Feeling Aveline nudge him though, Luke laughed, pulling Aveline closer, because she was all that mattered for now. As long as she was safe, Luke knew he could relax. "I'll try to perk up," Luke teased, but as Aveline shrugged, Luke pushed aside his joking ways, concerned for her. "I'm nervous too..." Luke nuzzled his face into Aveline's hair. "But we can survive this, Aveline. Everything we're doing is leading us down the right path, I just know it." And Luke had never been so certain, so determined, in all of his life. They were going to survive, and the wizarding world was going to be saved and safe for all who possessed magic in their veins. "I don't know about you, but I'm starving." Luke grinned, trying to lighten the mood.

    Euphemia stuck closely to Michael, just the warmth that radiated from the boy so comforting, and although Euphemia was surprised that Michael was so willing to stand up for her, at the same time, she wasn't. For the whole time she'd known him, Michael had always been the one to see past the silver and green tie and see Euphemia for who she really was, but she feared that by doing so, Michael was dragging his own reputation down. Giggling at Michael's words towards the other students, quick to wipe away her tears with her free hand, Euphemia's hold on his arm tightened and she looked up to him with adoration, wondering how someone so perfect chose her to befriend. Seeing Michael smile, Euphemia felt his hand over her own and Euphemia was certain her heart stopped within her chest, because any contact between them was all Euphemia craved. "I want to thank you," Euphemia promised, but she followed Michael carefully, grateful for his kindness. Reluctantly pulling away from Michael to sit at the Hufflepuff table, Euphemia kept her eyes on Michael, afraid of any confrontation from his housemates. "It was okay," Euphemia nodded, shifting closer to him as he took a seat beside her. "How was your last class, did anything exciting happen?" Euphemia rested her chin in the palm of her hand as she looked to Michael, just wanting to focus on him, because whenever she did, the hurt seemed to melt away, even if only temporarily.

    Ashton was certain, as Everly cupped his face delicately within her hands, that she was the only one who could bring him such comfort; an experience he'd never felt until he had her in his life. Sniffling slightly, Ashton wiped his nose on the sleeve of his shirt, hating that he was so openly vulnerable, and although he knew that Everly didn't mind, he knew that others did. Feeling Everly's thumbs gently run over his cheeks, Ashton let out a shuddered breath, his tears finally falling into the safest embrace Ashton had ever known. "I don't want people to hate me for something I'm not, Everly." Ashton sniffled. "I don't want people to fear me." And trying to regain the composure that was slowly crumbling, Ashton the tie slide around his neck once more, and although it felt like the heaviest burden the boy could carry, he would wear it, for Everly. "My House is nothing but cruelty, Everly. I'm just one person, I cannot salvage its reputation by myself." Ashton murmured, ducking his head to look at the tie, tied to perfection because of Everly's careful touch. Lifting his gaze to meet Everly's, Ashton nodded. "I can only try." Ashton looked over his shoulder to the Great Hall, and he found he didn't really want to go in, the anxiety bubbling within the pit of his stomach, still feeling the disapproving and hateful stares of his peers. "I can't do this, Everly. I -" Ashton cleared his throat, trying to push back his tears. "I can't do this." And hearing yet another insult being thrown in his direction, Ashton felt his hands curl into fists and he ducked his head, the tears flowing freely this time.

    Allison's hands rested at the back of Remus' neck, and as she looked to him, studying each scar, taking in his tired eyes and defeated smile, she couldn't help but smile herself, despite everything. "I'm always right," Allison teased, gently running her thumbs across the scarred skin at the back of her fiance's neck. "I have faith in us, too." And she meant it, because Remus was a source of strength and light to Allison, and she couldn't be more grateful to him. She believed in them and their love, and she believed that together, they could conquer anything that dared try to break them or the ones they loved. Seeing Remus' amused look, Allison chuckled, listening to his words carefully. "I think you were both troublemakers, you just hesitate to admit it out loud." Allison joked, trying to take Remus' mind from things, following his lead as he pulled her closer to him, relishing in the feeling of his lips pressed to her forehead "Ever the romantic, Mr Lupin." She teased, returning his kiss with a smile, and she could admit that even after all this time, Remus still took her breath away, and she loved it - she loved him. After a long moment, Allison pulled away from Remus, gently cupping his face within her hands and kissing his lips once more, before going to pour the tea, humming to herself as she did, trying to keep the atmosphere light, knowing Remus had a tendency to overthink.

    Isaac found himself amused with Astra's words, amazed with her and her brilliance. She had always been so intelligent, it was one of the many things that Isaac admired about her. "But thinking is the root of the danger." Isaac retaliated easily, lifting his hands to gently cup Astra's cheeks, the feeling of her warm skin against the palms of his hands so incredibly calming. Whenever Isaac found himself in times of trouble, he always found his comfort in Astra, and he couldn't thank her enough for that. She'd always had the most amazing affect on him, and she always grounded him when he found he could no longer ground himself. She balanced him out, and Isaac thanked his lucky stars every day he'd found her. Seeing Astra's grin though, Isaac smiled sheepishly with her words. "It's crossed my mind," he admitted easily - the subject of starting a family with Astra was something Isaac thought of often. "I think we'd have a beautiful family, Astra." Isaac hummed, taking Astra's hands within his own and leading her out of the living room, rolling his eyes as he heard Kreacher mutter once more. "Oh, shut up, Kreacher." Isaac laughed, gently pulling Astra to the stairs, wanting her to feel comforted in the Order base. "Ladies first, Astra." He winked. He had no idea where looking to the stars came from, but if it was one thing that Isaac wanted Astra to know, it was that everything would be fine. She was safe and she was loved and no circumstance could ever change that.
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    Namjoon chuckled quietly as Jess spoke, and he grinned slightly. “Ah, forgive me, you’re absolutely right,” he teased lightly, holding her closer to himself, relaxing with knowing that she was in his hold, that she was safe, and that she was where she belonged, where he could always keep her safe. “Perhaps I should tuck that away in my memory so that I never forget.” He smiled when she interlocked their fingers, and he watched her for a few long moments, admiring her, never wanting to forget moments like these. Giving her hand a squeeze, he watched her for a few long moments, taking her in, and listened to her quietly. He didn’t ask further on her wellbeing and health, though it didn’t stop him from worrying, even with her assurances. He knew he would always worry about Jess, after all - she was the most important thing in his life, the most important person, and he couldn’t bear losing her, he didn’t even want to imagine it. “As am I, love,” he murmured, smiling as he kissed the top her head.

    Lorelai couldn’t help but giggle to Taehyung’s words, and she grinned slightly. “I think you’re more than just brawn,” she teased lightly, grateful for the distraction, because she knew that if she continued to think about the pregnancy, she’d just grow more and more concerned and come up with more and more issues and things to worry about. Her eyes closed over as she relaxed against Taehyung, and she breathed out quietly. “I can’t help but worry about you - we worry about each other.” She smiled with the thought, chewing on her lip when Taehyung nuzzled into her neck. She always felt safest in his hold, in his presence, and she couldn’t help but be grateful to him for that; she loved him so much that it often caught her by surprise, overwhelmed her in the best ways. She laughed, though, when Taehyung captured her lips, and she grinned against his lips in return. “I am very lucky, and I love you for it.”

    Yoongi listened intently to what Frenchie had to say, always wanting her to know that he was willing to listen, that everything she had to say was important, worthy of being heard, especially when it came to him. “Absolutely promise?” he asked quietly as he watched her, making a face when she pulled away from him, though he smiled as he watched her get comfortable, always wanting her to feel comfortable, always wanting her to feel safe, to be safe. Still, as she spoke, he grinned slightly. “I can’t help it. When it comes to you, it’s constantly on my mind - how can it not be when I have such a beautiful girlfriend?” His grin broadened, though it was more teasing, and he took her in, feeling his concerns ease, and he nodded slightly. “I hope you’re right. We deserve a break after everything we’ve dealt with so far.” His expression softened, though, when he heard her admit to being tired, and he reached out, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her closer to himself gently. “Then, rest, love. I’m right here. I’ll always be right here.”

    Violet was surprised with Draco’s words, finding herself watching him for a long time. Why was he trying to help them? Even with his explanation, it didn’t make sense. Still, a part of her wanted desperately to believe him, and she chewed on her lip, nodding slightly. “Thank you, Draco,” she said quietly as she watched him, taking him in, worried about what might happen to him if his father or anybody else ever found out what he was doing, how he was helping a muggleborn and her muggle mother. “Just… Be careful. And make sure you stick to that promise - if you don’t show up, I’ll worry.” But, she didn’t want to take up any more time, she didn’t want to risk wasting the little time she and her mother would have to escape, and she quickly bewitched the ring Draco had offered her, grabbing hold of her mother as they were teleported to 12 Grimmauld Place.

    George offered an amused look to Isabella as he listened to her, unable to help it. Even in his worst moments, Isabella always found a way to brighten his days, his life, and he couldn’t thank her enough for that, ever. “I try to be,” he teased lightly in response, breathing out, though he watched her, listening to her words. “I hope you’re right.” And while he wanted to be by Iabella’s side no matter what, through everything they faced, he still couldn’t help but worry about his family - his parents, his siblings, what were they going through right now? He chewed on his lip with the thought, though he shook his head slightly. “We’re not being useless. We’re ensuring your family’s safety, that’s important.” The last thing he wanted was for Isabella to lose her family, after all. He watched her for a few moments, trying to relax, trying to calm his thoughts, trying to push away his concerns, and offered a smile to her, though he blinked with surprise. “A letter?” he asked, straightening immediately, “What’s it say, love?”

    Nyla could feel every concern fall away from her when she felt Fred’s arms around her, and she buried her face against him, breathing out quietly. “I know the feeling,” she admitted quietly, feeling as though Fred was her lifeline in that moment, and she was so grateful that it was him that she ran into and not some random, cruel Death Eater. Pulling back, she peered up at him as she listened to him, though her expression softened. “Hey, I’m sure Ron’s okay,” she murmured quietly, unable to stop herself from lifting her hands to cup her face, her thumbs running over his cheeks in hopes of comforting him in some way. “I’m glad you’re okay, though.” Hearing his questions, though, she sighed out quietly and shook her head. “Death Eaters have been trying to recruit us, we’ve gone our separate ways to avoid attracting attention, but I don’t know how they’re fairing.” She didn’t want to think too much about it and instead blinked, nodding. “That would be a good idea. Where should we go?”

    Louis blinked with surprise to Amelia’s words, though he offered a smile when he heard her laugh, even if it didn’t sound like a genuine laugh at all - but that just made him determined to give her a reason to laugh, to be happy, to feel safe. “I’m absolutely serious, love,” he assured her quietly as he watched her, a part of him realizing that he wanted her to accept his invitation more so because it meant that he would be able to know that she was safe and being taken care of than anything else. “It will be safe there, I swear.” And, he intended to live up to what he was telling her, because she deserved that; she deserved to feel safe, to be safe. Hearing Harry, though, he frowned over at the boy, watching him. “Funny to lump all of us together when you don’t know all of us, Styles. Seems to make you no better than the Death Eaters, who hate for no reason.” He arched a brow almost challengingly, watching him. “The only thing I want in return is for somebody to help my Mum when she needs it. I’m not my father and I do not intend to tell him about any of you, but my Mum could use the help, and she’s a kind woman, so don’t be so rude.”

    Paria was relieved to see that Harry seemed to cam down, her heart relaxing with hearing the softness in his voice, and she leaned into his hold, relaxing easily. “It’s okay,” she promised in a soft murmur, breathing out quietly, though she peered over, listening to Louis, listening to Amelia, and blinking at everything that was being said. A part of her hoped that Louis was telling the truth, that they would finally have a safe place to hide, to rest, and the thought of having a warm, home-cooked meal made her realize just how hungry she was. She could hear the suspicion in Harry’s voice, though, and she understood where he was coming from, so she didn’t want to outright accept the offer, especially so quickly, when Harry didn’t seem so sure of it. “Harry, maybe we should at least listen to what he has to say,” she suggested quietly, peering up at him, unable to hide how hopeful she was at the prospect of the safety Louis was offering the three of them.

    Calum smiled slightly as he watched Ramona and he nodded slightly to her question. “Of course I think so,” he promised quietly, running his thumb over the back of her hand, wanting to maintain any contact that he could with her, wanting her to know that he was there for her, with her, that he would protect her no matter what, no matter what it may cost him, because all he wanted was for her to be safe, to ensure her safety. Breathing out quietly with the thought, he reminded himself that, right now, she was safe, she was okay, she was right there with him, and he intended to keep it that way. “Come on then,” he suggested with a grin, giving her hands another squeeze. “Let’s go eat before all the good stuff is gone.” Though he knew that would never happen - the food always seemed to replenish as quickly as they ate it. But, still, he wanted to try to get Ramona’s mind on anything other than all the disaster and trouble and pain that was surrounding them, from all the dark times that were ahead of them.

    Aveline listened to Luke, taking in everything he had to say, wanting him to know that what he had to say, what he felt, mattered, and that she would always be willing to listen and to just be there for him, in whatever way he wanted or needed. “Well, she’s a mother, all she really cares about right now are her children, her family,” she tried to remind, being as gentle with her words as she could be. She understood Luke’s frustration, but she also understood that of course his mother would be worried about him, would want him with her, where she could keep him safe and protect him. Still, hearing his words, she offered an amused look up at him. “Well, I am a friend, so wouldn’t I just fall in that category?” she asked, arching a brow as she watched him, though she felt herself relax with Luke so close, with him nuzzling his face into her hair, and she nodded slightly. “I think you’re right,” she murmured quietly, though she grinned slightly, “Of course. Absolutely starving.”

    Michael watched Euphemia with concern, reaching his own hand up to try to wipe Euphemia’s tears away as well. Somebody like Euphemia didn’t deserve to be treated the way she was; nobody should be causing tears to fall from such a kind beauty’s eyes. She didn’t deserve that kind of pain - or any kind of pain at all - or to be treated the way she was being treated, at all. “I’m sorry they’re treating you like this,” he told her quietly, his eyes locking onto hers, hoping to find any way that he could to try to comfort her, no matter what he had to do. “You don’t deserve that.” He breathed out, though, and offered a smile as he sat down with her, watching her, enjoying the way she shifted closer to him, enjoying the close proximity, enjoying knowing that she was right there, that she was safe, and that he could try to shield her from anybody bothering her - or, at the very least, he could make them pay if they dared cause trouble for her in front of him. “That’s good,” he told her quietly, smiling as he watched her, admiring her while he could, enjoying the sight of her. “It was good. Nothing really exciting happened. Just a normal class day - and I think we need more of those at this rate.”

    Everly could feel her heart breaking for Ashton when she saw the tears falling, when she heard the way he sniffled, and all she wanted to do was to take all the pain he felt away from him, to take that burden from him and carry it herself. The fact that anybody had treated Ashton this poorly made her blood boil in ways that she wasn’t familiar with - Ashton didn’t deserve to be treated this way, nobody did. “They’re idiots, Ash,” she murmured quietly, “Cruel idiots who can’t see that they’re acting just as awful as the people we’re all so terrified of - outcasting others for something they cannot control, something that isn’t even wrong.” And she hated these people for making Ashton feel like this. She wanted to fix it, in whatever way she could. When Ashton had stopped trying to go into the Great Hall, when she heard the insult thrown at him, Everly lost it. Quickly drawing her wand, she pointed it at the person who threw the insult, shouting a quick “Stupefy!” And, after the person was knocked off their feet, she glared at the others around them. “Idiots, the lot of you! The next one of you to say anything cruel to Ashton or any other Slytherin, I’ll hex you into next year!”

    Remus felt himself relax under Allison’s touch - it was the most natural thin gin the world to him, to find comfort in her presence, in her touch, and he’d noticed that from the moment he first met her. It was one of the many reasons he wanted her in his life, always. “I don’t doubt you for a moment, darling,” he said with amusement as he watched her, breathing out his concerns for now, wanting to just focus on her, on the love he felt for her, the love that sometimes overwhelmed him in all of the best ways. As she continued to speak, he couldn’t help but chuckle quietly. “Now, why would I ever hesitate to admit such a thing? Especially to the love of my life?” he asked teasingly, smiling as he watched her, reaching a hand up to brush hair out of her face, being as gentle as he possibly could be. His heart swelled when she cupped his face and he returned her kiss effortlessly, happily, looking forward to the many years he intended to share with her, and he grinned as he watched her. “I do try, at the very least,” he teased lightly.

    Astra smiled as she listened to Isaac, and she leaned into his touch. “So now thinking is dangerous?” she asked with amusement. Breathing out quietly, she let herself relax, always finding solace in his presence, even when the world felt like it was crashing around them, when the world seemed to be getting crazier and crazier and more and more dangerous by the moment. Trying to push the thought aside, she gave his hands a squeeze, grinning with his words. “I think you’re right,” she murmured quietly - and, really, she couldn’t imagine anything better than starting a family with Isaac, her heart swelling with just the thought of it. For a moment, she indulged the thought, wondering what their children might be like. “It’d be amazing…” Chewing on her lip with the thought, she smiled as she followed him, sticking close, ignoring whatever Kreacher muttered, and she grinned, heading up the stairs quickly before she looked back, waiting for Isaac to join her.
    May 6th, 2020 at 08:58am
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    Jess guided Namjoon's hand to her still flat tummy as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head, wondering if Namjoon would understand the hint. Snuggling further into her boyfriend's hold, Jess closed her eyes. "There's a baby in there..." Jess whispered into the skin of Namjoon's neck, peering up at him nervously. "A baby that we created together out of nothing but love..." Jess found it crazy herself, these frightening times weren't exactly ideal to raise a baby, but she already loved the tiny being so much, and she knew that Namjoon would, too. He'd always been so family orientated. "Maybe that baby can show us how to love a world that doesn't love us back."

    Taeyhung's grin broadened as Lorelai giggled with his words, and pressing a gentle kiss to her neck, Taeyhung hummed in appreciation with her words. "I'm glad you think so highly of me, my darling." He peered up at her then, so very much in love with the woman he got to call his. Squeezing around her, Taeyhung smiled softly. "We work very well together, don't you think?" Taeyhung hummed happily, and although he was protective of Lorelai, he loved it when she was tight within his embrace like this, because she brought him a sense of comfort he couldn't quite explain. She truly was his queen, and Taeyhung was grateful to her - she'd stood up for him when he was bullied, she'd loved him when no one else did, she'd been there when no one else had been. "I love you more though, Lor." Taeyhung promised into her lips, sweet like sugar. Squeezing around her once more, Taeyhung felt the bus begin to move and he frowned, ensuring that Lorelai wouldn't fall from his lap. "You need rest, darling." He shifted then, waiting for her to lay down so he could pull the blanket over her - and strangely, the passing street lights outside of their allocated window were comforting to Tae, because for that moment, they were safe.

    Frenchie tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear as she listened to sweet Yoongi - her sweet Yoongi - with a gentle smile. "I absolutely promise." Frenchie hummed happily, yawning as Yoongi pulled her further into his embrace, though as he teased her, Frenchie tutted jokingly, sitting up and swatting at his chest. "Yoongi Min, you better behave yourself!" Frenchie laughed. She could always count on Yoongi to make the difficult times so much more sweeter, and she was so grateful to him for being the most incredible boyfriend, and hopefully, the most incredible father. Biting her lip, Frenchie looked to Yoongi. "I have something to tell you, Yoongi..." Frenchie knew that now might not of been the perfect time, but she wanted to tell him, wanted to get it off her chest. "I'm pregnant, Yoongi." Frenchie bit her lip, having never expected to feel this nervous, but she couldn't rest one more night without telling him.

    Draco paused as Violet told him that she would worry if he didn't show up to Grimmauld Place that evening, and looking to Violet with adoration, Draco nodded. "I'll be there, don't ever worry. The one you should be worrying about is right there beside you." Draco offered Violet's mother a small, polite smile, knowing that she was in the most danger for not holding any magical abilities; especially in a time where it was a war of blood status and to prove yourself worthy. As he watched Violet bewitch the ring he'd given her - a ring that his father had given him - Draco turned to walk away, his heart grieving for the love that could of been and probably will never be. Draco wanted Violet to see him as worthy of her love, but he knew that his fate that had been mapped out for him since the day he was born ruined all of his chances of being liked by anyone, nevermind Violet. Sighing with the thought, Draco lifted his gaze as he heard his Father's voice, and he picked up his speed to catch up to the group of Death Eaters, knowing that the hunt for Harry Potter would be a long one - secretly, he hoped that the boy with the lightning scar would outrun each bid to kill him, and he would bring peace once more, because that's what Draco wanted, too. Biting his lip, Draco made a mental note to remember to pop in to Grimmauld Place that evening, before catching up to the group, wondering where they would search next.

    Isabella opened the envelope as Erol, the Weasley owl, perched happily on her shoulder, and reading over the letter, Isabella's eyes began to fill with tears as she brought her hand to her mouth - the Burrow had been burned to the ground by Bellatrix Lestrange, and that the Weasleys would be going to stay at Grimmauld Place. "George," Isabella whispered. "T - The Burrow." Treading gently towards her boyfriend, she sat beside him on the edge of her bed, handing him the letter as she wiped at her tears, wanting George to read it for himself. The Weasleys were the last family who deserved such pain, and the Burrow was the epitome of a beautiful family home, and in that moment, Isabella knew what she had to do - she had to erase her parents' memories. Sniffling, Isabella stood to her feet, scaring Erol, who flew to the window (at least not into it, this time). Isabella grabbed her wand from her bedside table. "Pack some things for me, will you?" Isabella asked. "And don't you dare try to stop me, George Weasley." She warned. "We aren't sitting here like fools anymore, we are going to Grimmauld Place and we're going to think of what we can do to fight." Isabella left her bedroom then.

    Fred allowed himself a moment of peace when Nyla had cupped his cheeks within her gentle hands, and the moment she pulled away, Fred found himself craving her touch in a way he was unfamiliar with - he'd always had a crush on the beauty, but now, he wanted her to know, wanted to confess that his crush had turned to love, and that all he wanted to do was ensure she and his family were safe. Gently taking Nyla's hands within his own, Fred pressed a kiss to the back of one of her hands, exhaling with nerves, but nodded when he heard Nyla's explanation. "I hope they're okay," he murmured, meaning every word, because as soon as all of this was over, he wanted Nyla to still have a family - he knew he was nothing without his own family. Squeezing Nyla's hands gently, Fred looked around. "I know a tunnel under the Shrieking Shack, it could be safe until we hear something." Fred suggested, biting at his lip. "It's not glamorous, but even Death Eaters are afraid of that place." All thanks to Remus Lupin's lycanthropy. "We have enough knowledge to keep ourselves warm, and we can always do trips to get some food." Fred suggested. "I'd never let anything happen to you, Nyla, I hope you know that."

    Amelia studied Louis carefully as he promised her he was absolutely serious about his promise of safety, and biting her lip as she weighed out the pros and cons - but her rumbling stomach and aching feet were enough to push her towards accepting the offer for herself and her friends. "I don't mind chipping in to help," Amelia promised softly, gently treading towards Louis, believing the words he spoke about his mother. Feeling overwhelmed with relief, Amelia sniffled, hugging around Louis with gratitude, because it was what she'd craved for so long - not safety, not food - Louis. "Thank you, Lou." Amelia murmured into his shoulder, the smell of his cologne and the sound of his voice rumbling through his chest enough to lull her into comfort. "God, I could kiss you right now. We're all so tired, and so hungry..." Amelia admitted as she pulled away. "You're so kind."

    Harry, although he held his calm exterior, was still uncertain with Louis Tomlinson's motives. Shifting to snuggle Paria, Harry used her existence to ground himself, because these days he only lived and breathed for her. Until they could get to safety, he breathed for Paria. Every decision he made was made with her in mind. Listening carefully to Louis' words, Harry nodded in apology when Louis spoke of his mother. He could understand that, Harry's own mother was a kind woman who always sent himself and Paria a Christmas gift when they were in school, and they'd lived with her after they'd left school. Kissing the top of Paria's head, Harry frowned, not liking the fact that it was Louis Tomlinson that was offering them shelter and their first hot meal in only God knows how long. "...Fine." Harry scowled. "If you even think of hurting Paria or Amelia, Tomlinson, I swear..." Harry warned, pointing a warning finger at him, squeezing Paria to his side. Looking to Paria, Harry tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "At least I know you'll be safe." Harry looked to Paria. "Are you okay with all of this?" He asked softly, ignoring Louis and Amelia for the moment.

    Ramona focused on the sensation of Calum's thumb running along the back of her hand, and she smiled softly, really appreciating the fact that Calum took that moment to comfort her. "You really are amazing, Calum." Ramona promised, peering up at him with a soft, fond gaze, wishing that she could tell him that he was everything she'd wanted. Nodding with his words though, Ramona pulled herself from her thoughts and followed Calum's lead, watching as a Hufflepuff came from the Great Hall, murmuring curse words under his breath about Everly. "Uh oh," Ramona looked to Calum, wondering just what trouble their friends had gotten themselves into this time. "I bet you anything she hexed someone." Ramona looked up to Calum with amusement, nudging him gently. "C'mon."

    Luke listened to Aveline's words carefully, and he sighed in defeat, nodding. "I know... but I can't leave. I won't." Luke reminded, just as gently as Aveline had been with him. Looking down to Aveline once more, amused with the difference in their height. "Well, you're my favourite friend." Luke grinned, squeezing around her once more. Aveline brought such a wonderful sense of belonging that Luke almost felt like a lovefool, but despite that, he would give anything to call her his. "I'll make sure I'm right." Luke exhaled nervously, swearing that she would be the first he would give his life for. Grinning with her words though, Luke took Aveline's hand, gently twirling her around as if they were dancing, before leading her to the Great Hall, the smell of food almost causing his mouth to water. Luke hummed. "Things are gonna be okay, you know?" Luke looked to Aveline with a smile then. "Just look at this place. How can you not find hope within the bricks that built this castle?" Luke sighed happily, before leading Aveline into the Great Hall. "I could eat a Hippogriff." Luke murmured to Aveline to make her laugh. "So, go on then... tell me..." Luke allowed Aveline to sit first. "Who is the ugliest student you know?"

    Euphemia nodded with Michael's words of normality. "We do," she nodded, wrapping her arms around Michael's middle as she craved comfort, the sort only Michael could provide. Burying her face into his shoulder, Euphemia blinked her remaining tears away as she tried to hide them from Michael, because she didn't want him to see her like this, afraid and weak. "Michael," she whispered. "When do you think things will actually return to normal?" She asked quietly, looking up to him then despite the sneers and murmurs of the students sat around them, as if she was Michael to make herself look good. Just that assumption angered her, because if anyone dared hurt Michael Clifford, Euphemia would kill them without a second thought. "I just... want to go back to how it was." Euphemia frowned then, because Slytherins were threatened too, it wasn't just the muggleborns. If Euphemia resisted the Dark Lord, it was likely he would kill her - and anyone else who dared say no to him. "I'm scared." She admitted quietly.

    Ashton watched as Everly drew her wand to the person who had muttered an insult towards him, and he watched, half amazed and half shocked, as she shouted a spell that Ashton was all too familiar with. Watching as the Hufflepuff was flung backwards, Ashton exhaled his nerves, exhaled his sadness with one shaky breath, wiping at his eyes to rid himself of the tears that he almost felt ashamed for. He was a Slytherin, for goodness sake, he should act like such! But he knew was destined for so much more than people assumed him to be - evil and thirsty for supremacy. "Everly..." Ashton murmured, wrapping his arm protectively around her shoulders, tugging her to his chest. "Calm down, love," he murmured, pressing his lips to the side of her head, so grateful to her and the support she showed him every single day. As his tears dried, Ashton squeezed around Everly a little more, just the feeling of her against him so comforting. "Thank you." Ashton murmured softly so only she could hear, before pulling away and fixing his Slytherin tie to look neat, not wanting Everly's efforts to go to waste. Gently taking Everly's hand within his own, Ashton led the way into the Great Hall, ignoring the shocked stares of the people who must of assumed by now that the two were an item - oh, how Ashton wished. Squeezing her hand, Ashton tried to keep his head held high as the teachers, who Ashton noticed didn't bother to intervene, watched on.

    Allison peered up at Remus with nothing present in her eyes but adoration as she stirred a spoonful of sugar into his cup of tea; picking the cup up to offer to him, reaching to kiss his cheek with a soft smile. "Well, you certainly succeed with being so romantic." Allison teased in return, before pouring her own cup of tea in a cup that matched Remus'. Toying with her lower lip anxiously as she thought of what she wanted to say, Allison leaned against the counter top, taking a sip of her tea. "Remus - what do you think of taking the next step in our relationship?" Allison asked, nervously looking at anywhere but Remus. "You know, a uh... a baby." Allison looked to him then, trying to see how he would react to her suggestion. God, there was nothing she wanted more than to start a family with Remus, even in these dark times, she knew they would overcome each obstacle together. Setting her cup down to distract her nervous hands, Allison exhaled her anxieties away. "I just think that we would have beautiful children, Rem, and if you're not ready, I understand, but..."

    Isaac peered up the stairs to Astra, admiring just how she looked in that moment, and how he was so certain that it was her all along - it had always been her, the one he was meant to love, the one he was meant to be with. Chasing her up the stairs playfully, Isaac wrapped his arms around Astra's waist, tugging her against him in a way that Mrs Weasley would blush at if she'd caught them in that moment. Pressing a kiss to the side of her neck, Isaac sighed happily. "I love you, my sweetheart. And starting a family with you is what I've wanted for so long, and knowing that you want the same..." Isaac nipped at her skin, hands gripping to her hips. "It's driven me feral, darling, I can't lie to you." And that was the truth. Isaac had always held the inability to lie to Astra, because something about her compelled him to be a better man, because she deserved nothing less than the beginning to a wonderful forever. Gently moving past her, Isaac peered at Astra over his shoulder, offering her a wink before unbuttoning his shirt, sliding into the bedroom they shared, dimmed by the lack of windows. Shrugging off his shirt, Isaac sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for Astra with anticipation. Thank goodness they had the attic for the sake of their privacy.
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