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Fortis Fortuna Adiuvat // Fortune Favors the Bold

The following months after Harold Minchum’s murder are increasingly difficult for the Wizarding community. The days are riddled with horror and uncertainty as the people call for an election to be held. Prime candidates for this election include prominent Wizengment member Rodolphus Lestrange and his surprising opponent Edward Bones. The Bones family name has always been synonymous with an unyielding search for justice and public service. Still the patriarch had never shown an interest in political affairs until now. It must be true what they say; everything changes in time of war…

It is not a pretty campaign. As hard as the Ministry of Magic tries to maintain control and decorum out of respect for the late Minister, the media could not be sated with empty promises and fancy words. Rodolphus was used to the scrutiny, however Edward Bones was not—and the light shining on his family and their history brought out some secrets he would have preferred to keep buried. The election was much more far reaching than previous. Assassination cut deep, and those who were not involved in politics before found themselves in a position where they were forced to choose a side, to have an opinion—one that could be seen as wrong or unpopular. There was no such thing as neutral anymore; playing on the safe side was no longer an option…

And then the first disappearances came.  

He was a well respected Auror. A half-blood who had worked his way up through the ranks of the department. By all accounts a fair and just man who was notorious for asking the most difficult questions. If he was on a manhunt then he always made sure to get the correct person every time—he never took the easy way out. On the morning of March 12, Oliver Dearborn left his home after kissing his wife and infant son goodbye. It was discovered that he never made it to the Ministry that day after a colleague reported he didn’t show up for his shift, which was very unlike him. When word reaches Caradoc Dearborn, who is the younger brother to Oliver, he rushes to his old family home where he finds his nephew still sitting in his highchair. He is covered in blood and screaming with a note pinned to his shirt that reads, ‘ask me what happened to my traitorous parents.’ The bodies were never found. 

There are many theories and misjudged hypotheses surrounding the young parents brutal disappearance, but ultimately nothing conclusive could be drawn from the scene except that this was an act brought on by some horrific wickedness. Those who spoke out paid the ultimate price for it with their lives. This became the turning point of the war. Fear gave the Dark Lord and his followers the upper hand. They grew more confident with each life they took by force. Eventually the Dark Mark could be seen painting the sky more times than not; it was becoming their world and everyone else was stuck living in it. 

Dearborn was only the first; four other DMLE employees disappeared over the period of three months. The Department of Magical Law Enforcement was essentially silenced—and if they didn’t succumb to the peer pressure slammed down upon them like a raging sledgehammer than they knew they might be next. They learned how to read between the lines; they knew that if they didn’t follow in suit with what those newly in charge had ordered of them then they would wind up dead. Many felt obligated to switch sides if they hadn’t already and some even chose to pack up and disappear with their families altogether. After all, how could they be of any use to anyone during this war if they were dead? Or was it just a coward’s cover-up to escape an ending far crueler than one could imagine?

By the end of the election the Ministry was already a night and day’s difference from where it was three months ago when Harold Minchum still clung to life. Rodolphus already held a drastic lead over Edward Bones however anyone paying attention could tell it was not a fair election. Two weeks before Election Day an article appeared on the front page of the Daily Prophet stating the Bones family home had been subject to a raid where over twenty bodies had been discovered (and the count was apparently still rising). In the article published by Rita Skeeter it states that due to the condition of the bodies and various objects found with them it is believed they were used for dark arts and blood magic rituals. Weapons found at the scene also link Edward and Clarice Bones to the infamous and most perplexing Dearborn Disappearance case. 

This alleged discovery sends everyone into a complete frenzy. There is a strong implication looming behind the Bones scandal insinuating that nobody truly knows anyone and you cannot trust your neighbor simply because they are cordial with you. The plan is to escalate fear and chaos and certainly somebody succeeds. Tensions are raised higher than they’ve ever been before, which comes on the heels of the election where it’s no surprise for many that it is a clean landslide of a victory for Rodolphus Lestrange. While the Wizarding Community is engulfed in a complete panic, members of the Order of the Phoenix are the only ones who hold onto any semblance of truth about the Bones family and the dirty election that just concluded before their very eyes. It isn’t until later on when the damage is already far too irreparable that the rest of society also learns the truth about the lies spun by Rodolphus and the rest of the Death Eaters to distract everyone from what was truly going on behind the scenes… 

This time period covers March through May of 1979. Members may now interact and develop their characters through these months. 

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I am a collection of dismantled almosts.

Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait in Letters (via quotethat)

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A Diamond in the Dust // Alecto & Aberforth

Date: 10 January, 1979 Location: The Hogs Head Tagged: @redcarrow

Aberforth wasn’t sure what compelled him to reach out to her this evening, yet alone extend an invitation to his own personal quarters. Night’s were already lonesome enough, then combine the unexpected downpour of rain with his racing thoughts of not belonging—surely it was no wonder he succumbed to the willing desire to see her that night. She certainly made for interesting companionship; mysterious and elegant, it was as if sheer divinity had been wrapped up in a bow and gifted directly to him. 

Alecto was nothing like him yet she reminded Abe so vividly of himself--it was as if she had been sent from a different dimension to fuck with his head. She was sophisticated and well-educated, while the barman was notorious for always being tattered and grumpy. Aberforth was a scruffy old man with cracked hands and dirty nail beds. He didn’t care about mundane materialism like so many others did, otherwise maybe he would have bothered with a manicure every now and then. Instead he was a simple man who managed to survive off of a dangerous amount of liquor and a good punch to the face every now and then. While oftentimes he was the one delivering the punches there have been a few occasions where Aberforth has gotten his ass handed back to him. Lessons learned the hard way are lessons learned right—unless you’re Aberforth, of course.

He never had a plan—he could hardly even think ten minutes into the future, but it certainly felt like he had spent a great deal of time thinking this through. By the time Alecto arrived, Aberforth had already seen the last customers out of the Hogs Head for the evening. A small fire still roared in the fireplace, but the bar top had since been cleared of all glassware—with an unopened bottle of whiskey waiting for him upstairs there was no time to waste and no reason to hang out downstairs any longer than necessary. 

“ Miss Carrow, ” Aberforth feigned surprise as she sauntered through the inn’s double doors. “ I wasn’t expecting you so early. ” Of course he was, but he didn’t want her to know that. “ You left your ring when you were here last.... I saved it for you upstairs. ”

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Yearning too has its ghosts. I painted such ghosts. By no means for my pleasure. It was an obligation.

Egon Schiele, from a diary entry written c. April 1912, featured in “Schiele in Prison,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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❥      NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE . 

feel free to edit or elaborate as you please .   ( add  ‘ reverse ‘  to your message if you’d like to see how my muse would perform the action ) . otherwise , send in one of these for my muse’s reaction to   …

[ lit ]  your muse lighting a cigarette , spliff , etc. for mine . 

[ order ]  your muse ordering for mine at a restaurant or bar .

[ guide ]  your muse putting a hand on mine’s back to lead them .

[ pay ]  your muse paying for mine at a store , bar , restaurant , etc . ( you can specify where or for what . )

[ open ]  your muse opening a door for mine .

[ dry ]  your muse drying mine off with a towel after a shower , bath , swimming , etc . 

[ instruct ]  your muse giving mine instructions / telling them what to do . 

[ groom ]  your muse adjusting mine’s appearance , such as straightening a tie , fixing their hair , or buttoning their shirt for them , etc . 

[ direct ]  your muse taking mine by the chin and telling them to look yours in the eye .

[ disagree ]  your muse sternly telling mine  ‘ no ‘ .

[ rest ]  your muse resting their arm over mine’s shoulder / s .

[ clean ]  your muse cleaning a smudge of something off mine’s cheek , forehead , etc .   feel free to specify what and how . 

[ answer ]  your muse answering a question meant for mine . 

[ coat ]   your muse holds mine’s coat out for them while they put it on .

[ pilot ]  your muse taking mine by the arm , hand , shoulder , etc . to lead them . 

[ stare ]  your muse staring mine down . 

[ placement ]  your muse telling mine to sit down .

[ teach ]  your muse taking control of mine’s hand , arm , hips , etc . to make sure they do something correctly .  

[ patience ]  your muse telling mine to be patient .

[ tears ]  your muse wiping away mine’s tears .

[ swat ]  your muse swatting mine’s hand away from something they’re not supposed to touch .  

[ jewelry  ]  your muse clasping a piece of jewelry for mine , such as a necklace , or earrings . 

[ enough ]  your muse commanding mine to stop talking . 

[ retrieve ]  your muse requesting or ordering mine to retrieve them something .

[ invite ]  your muse inviting mine to sit on their lap .

[ lean ]  your muse inviting mine to lean into their side while they’re sitting or laying together . 

[ calm ]   your muse telling mine to  ‘ just breathe ‘ .

[ scold ]  your muse scolding mine for something .

[ comfort ]  your muse pulling mine into a reassuring hug .

[ approval ]  your muse complimenting mine on a choice they’ve made .

[ beckon ]  your muse beckoning mine to them without speaking . 

[ laces ]  your muse lacing , tying , or zipping something for mine , such as shoes , a dress , or a jacket , etc .

[ stay ]  your muse telling mine to stay in the car . 

[ defend ]  your muse defending mine’s reputation , dignity , or safety for them . 

[ feed ]  your muse feeding mine something , feel free to specify what .

[ volume ]  your muse demanding mine speak louder .

[ read ]  your muse reading something to mine .

[ refill ]  your muse refilling mine’s glass for them . 

[ possessive ]  your muse resting their hand on mine’s leg or the small of their back while they’re sitting beside each other . 

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@marlenefmckinnon​:

She absolutely loathed the cold, even though she loved snowball fights and snow in general. An absolute mess for her to experience, to love something that much, but having to suffer through cold winds and nights in order to enjoy it. Marlene furiously dug through her crammed wardrobe to find a scarf, some gloves, that could possibly mach her beige coat. After a while of searching Marlene gave up and used magic to find what she was looking for after figuring postponing her inevitable contact with the cold would do nothing for her. So, in order to have just one drink today, after a long day of work and almost falling asleep on her bed, Marlene had gotten up again, determined to spent as much time on her feet, to get out again, to enjoy ever moment of December before both the war and its bloody outcome unfolded right in front of her.

As she entered Hogs Head Inn, Marlene immediately felt at ease, almost as if she’d been hugged, welcomed with a smile rather than a frown and puzzled expression. She immediately looked upwards as a voice called out to her. With her coat keeping her at least decently warm, she now felt the need to strip it off and rather enjoy the more natural warmth around. “Hello,” she didn’t really know what had drawn her to this place – maybe pure curiosity. “I’m shivering. The weather’s a bloody nightmare, to say the least,” a warm smile accompanied her words. “Maybe warm Butterbeer, if possible? I’m actually not sure what else I could get… do you have a signature drink, Mr…?” she asked, sitting down in front of the man. “I’m Marlene, by the way. A sort of lost not so lost woman trying to escape work for once.”

" Ya poor thing, ya look like yer freezin—I can practically see yer breath! ” He exclaimed with concern. “ Please, please, help yerself to a seat. Make yerself at home— ” he frantically waved his arms around as he motioned toward the inn’s dim-lit interior. “ I have blankets if ya’d like one? ” He finished as a dry chuckle escaped from his dried lips. “ No mister, just a simple Aberforth will do. I don’t like bein’ called Dumbledore much, ” he confessed with a huff. Though he risked appearing bitter, the older man didn’t care; he found a strange sense of peace alongside the resentment he harbored for so many years. Within a quick instant however his grumpy attitude seemed to take a one hundred and eighty degree turn as he spun around to retrieve one of the freshly polished cocktail glasses from the rack. “ But it is very nice to meet you, Miss Marlene. And of course I have a signature drink —I have a few! ” He flashed a crooked grin in her direction. 

“ What is it the lady’s heart desires? I can whip ya up a mean chocolate frog cocktail, which I can make hot for ya. ” Abe felt he could go on an endless tangent about all his handcrafted drink specialties, however he could tell she was cold and didn’t want to torture her by withholding a beverage from her any longer than necessary. “ Or if ya ain’t feeling the chocolate frog I can always whip ya up a Butterbeer. Then you can tell me about that work of yers yer try’na escape from? Only if ya want to, though I’ve been told goin’ to yer local pub and talkin’ to the barman is a lot cheaper and more effective than the other stuff people do, ” he smiled. He knew it was a rather poor attempt at attempting to seem suave and crack a joke, but he didn’t care.; perhaps his consistent and reoccurring indulgence in alcohol always buffed his senses.  

Cold Nights // Open

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Goats are Cheaper than Therapy // Antonin & Aberforth

Date: 02 January, 1979 Location: Behind the Hogs Head Inn Tagged: @antvnin

No one understood Aberforth the way his herd of goats did, or so he liked to believe. They were needy little creatures of habit, but he fussed over them like they were his fickle children. He spent a great amount of time tending to their every need—perhaps more time than Aberforth spent with other human beings for no other reason solely than the fact that they listened to him. Of course their response was naturally limited to them bobbing their anxious little heads around with a mouthful of hay while he babbled on about the inconsistencies of man and modern day, but that was enough validation for him—a man who’d spent his fair share of days in dreaded isolation. 

For once in his life his tattered and broken heart felt at ease. He finally had a reason to get out of bed in the morning and brave whatever unknown adventures awaited him beyond the door of his room. His goats gave him sanity and gratification, while The Hogs Head provided him with a stable sanctuary. His idiom was presumably staggeringly different than others, but Aberforth seldom had high expectations. It was a security precaution he adapted earlier on and it definitely paid off. It prevented the man from experiencing heaps of great disappointment throughout his days, but it did not come without trial and error.  

Now the barman hardly left the property of his inn. He had seen what was out there firsthand—he encountered the evils and grueling temptations of this world like any other man may. Those were some of the rawest and most tangible moments of humility he ever experienced in his life. Upon realizing there was in fact a beast out there not meant to be slayed by the hands of man—something that he himself may stand before, deemed completely incomprehensible—his entire perspective was shattered. He saw all he needed to see; he was no longer restlessly seeking answers, at least not on the surface. Instead he quieted a dooming curiosity by taking up an unusual interest in exotic goats and imported liquors from around the world.

He featured a chalky collection of older collected goods at his pub, which he mostly siphoned off of for personal reasons. The idea of antiquity made it seem that much more delectable and he had plans to indulge in a mid-morning libation as soon as he finished tending to the needs of his goats. He noted they were more erratic than on any other given day. His clique of Boers were being far more boisterous than usual, which was distressing the pregnant Pygmies. They were unable to nest in peace and subsequently growing agitated and defensive.

Aberforth tended to them first; it was only right considering they were expecting mothers. He separated them into their own pen in the stable he had built behind The Hogs Head and fed them fresh apple slices. Once they were appeased he offered them each a few delicate pets between their horns—it was one of their favorite places to receive said pets—before moving on to tend to the rest of the goats. That was when the sound of crunching footsteps diverted his attention, though Aberforth briefly wondered if it could just be the mind playing tricks on an old man. “ Is anybody out there? ” He called outside as his finger ran through the overgrown strands of his beard. “ I’m back in the stables if yer lookin’ for me! ”

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Memories won’t comfort me, perhaps it’s best not to trust the politics of people who haven’t washed their own dishes in twenty years.

Nikki Wallschlaeger, from “It’s a Daisy,” published in The Nation (via lifeinpoetry)

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It’s a most distressing affliction to have a sentimental heart and a skeptical mind.

Nagulb Mahfouz (via quotemadness)

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Cold Nights // Open

The Hogs Head Inn was unusually quiet tonight. Aberforth spent the majority of the evening polishing glassware, which was a task he never did. After all, the glasses usually seemed clean enough after he ran them through the cycle a single time. He never could understand the added step of polishing a glass and quite frankly it wasn’t like his customers were complaining about his lack thereof either. He doubted they would even notice if the presentation one day miraculously improved. His broad range of clientele only seemed to care about one thing and that was the liquor; as long as it didn’t stop they were easy to appease.

It made his job a breeze—except for frigid winter nights such as this one when many found the potential risk of frostbite too excruciating to leave home. No customers meant there was no money to be made. A frustrated ( and slightly bitter ) Aberforth envisioned them all tucked in comfortably by their fireplaces just as the cedar he chopped outback this morning crackled over his own fire lighting the bar area. With the lack of body heat circulating through the vicinity tonight the small fire was the only source of heat. Aberforth barely felt the flames radiating against his temple, but it was enough to elicit a drop of sweat, which he carefully wiped from his gray threaded brows.

Just as he set the last glass down on the bar-top with a displeased sigh tracing the edges of his lips, the door swung open to reveal a cloaked figure standing in the door frame. The howling wind carried clumps of snow and other debris inside with them, but Aberforth didn’t mind. He was both stunned and relieved by the sudden change in dynamics; just one customer tonight would put his mind at ease—it would make him feel of use. “ Greetings, stranger! It’s awfully cold out there tonight, eh? Can I pour ya a drink to help ya get warm? ”