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all of natasha’s scenes: 133/?

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Severus had always been too poor to go see films. He found it an unnecessary indulgence, why the need to pay to escape? He liked to think that his life was enough of a drama. He leaned against the wall, watching as the pictures flickered by.

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Lumos, Periculum, Incendio & Aguamenti

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john “sass” murphy

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averykatherine:

Katherine was trying to block the outside world and retreat to a quiet and safe thought so she could pretend she was not really there. She was not participating in the mission and none of those horrible things were happening. But Severus would not let her. She was forced to look at him and acknowledge the reality. “I am resting for a moment.” That excuse was only half convincing. She knew Severus was right and she needed to stand before someone else noticed how weak she was being. “I am tired.” She looked at his arm under her and wondered if he would pull her up. It would be quite humiliating. “Just say I was hit.” She did not feel like standing and watching the people under cruciatus curse. 

Rest? He had forgotten what that word meant. “Who would ever hit you?” He frowned, casting a quick masking charm on them, just something that would avoid attention, because they were certainly causing a scene right now. “So what if you are tired? You’re an Avery. You grin and bear it. It wouldn’t do for others to see an Avery so weak. You’re a pureblood, you’re Katherine Avery, so you will stand.” His hand gripped her waist, pulling her up in such a swift motion it looked as though she had jumped up herself. He held her up, refusing to let her slip back down. “No one expects you to look, watch, or participate. But you would do well to remember that these nights are trials for us too.” 

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“Let me phrase it this way, you look a troll’s plaything. What happened?” 

“You look like a corpse we just pulled out of the river.”

❝Is that your way of saying I look terrible? Or was there actually someone who looked like me pulled out of a river?❞

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@nicmulciber @rxgblxck

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averykatherine:

Once again Katherine had found herself on a mission who had led to whoever they had caught being on the receiving end of cruciatus curses. She was staying away from the scene, happy to let others take the lead. Suddenly Severus’ hand was on her as if he was worried he would need to hold her back but he had misjudged the situation. Katherine had no desire to intervene. She only wanted for the nightmare to be over so she could go home. She let herself slip against the wall and brought up her knees to her chest. She hid her face so she would not see what was happening but she could still hear the screams. It would haunt her for days. 

Severus slid down to the floor with her, wishing that he could do the same. Instead, he was forced to tilt her chin up to look at him. “You need to stand.” He whispered urgently, “Katherine, you need to stand.” It wouldn’t do for others to see her weakened, especially because she was an Avery. He put an arm under her. 

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“I cannot believe that I’m considering a non-violent option.”

“Who are you and what have you done to Mulciber? What type of option are you even considering?”

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Would you ever consider leaving the death eaters?

“No. They’ve given me what I cannot possibly return. My only goal is to repay as much as I can in this lifetime.”

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What does friendship mean to you?

"I do not know the answer to that question, seeing as I royally and publicly botched an infamous friendship. I would say loyalty, but that quality seems to be fickle and up for interpretation. I would say kindness and understanding, but sometimes that’s impossible to ask for. Friendship is one sided, we only hope that it is returned.”

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If you were taking someone on a date, what would you do or where would you go?

"Wherever they want to go doing whatever they wanted to do.”

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self-para [1/?]

TW: Abuse

Follow the river home. Severus remembered the last time he saw his mother, the real her, not her ghost, not the shell of a person she had become. She hadn’t come to see him off at the platform, but she did say goodbye on their porch. Her eyes closed slightly as she winced in pain at the sunlight. Be a good boy. And if you’re ever lost, follow the river home. She had given him a real smile that day, despite knowing that her only son, her only protector, would be leaving her. He didn’t want to leave; fuck Hogwarts, fuck magic, fuck Lily. She needed him. But Eileen smoothed down her little boy’s raggedy robes. Look so handsome, my little prince. She had let out a sob before running back into the house and locking the door. Severus remembered banging at it, yelling and crying for her to let him back in. She didn’t. So, at eleven years old, he took a train to Kings’ Cross and another train to Hogwarts. 

Summers were a blur, full of hazy memories kept under lock and key. Time seemed irrelevant once he got off that train, followed the river home, and stood on the porch of Spinner’s End. Avoiding his father, lingering outside his mother’s door, sneaking away to be with Lily, and repeat. He never went back after his sixteenth birthday. He didn’t need to. 

But after what happened to the Potters, he would never forgive himself if he didn’t know. He stood on the porch. It had always been this way, Spinner’s End stuck in a time capsule, nothing changed, nobody changed. He was the same little boy, banging at a locked door, hoping that his mother would welcome him back, hoping that once it was opened his past would be a nightmare. 

Nineteen years old, wiser yet still as young as before, he knocked. Waited. Knocked again. 

“He’s not in right now.”

He turned around, a stranger standing there and shrugging. 

“You’re looking for Snape right? He’s probably down at the pub.” 

Of course. Severus shook his head, “I’m looking for his wife.”

“He has a wife?”

Severus sighed, turning his back on the nosy stranger. He waved a hand over the lock, it clicked open easily, mockingly. 

“Woah. How you do that?”

Severus ignored it, just nodded his head as a dismissal to the stranger, walked through the threshold, and closed the door behind him. 

It was eery. Spinner’s End had always seemed haunted. The dust, the bottles, the rats overtook every corner. It was worst than before, at least in the summer, he tidied as best as he could. He vanished the piles of garbage and the envelopes marked in red lettering. Severus didn’t bother calling out, hated to hear the desperate sounds echoing through the empty hallways. He stepped carefully towards her bedroom. 

He knocked again. Silence. He opened the door. It was unlocked.

She wasn’t there. 

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licnesslily:

Severus didn’t answer her, causing a small frown to cross her lips. Still she caught the small leaf floating towards her, staring down at it as a deep wave of nostalgia rolled over her. It was odd timing that he would show up right after she had to see her sister, considering that he must’ve gone through a decent amount of trouble to find out where she lived now. It probably wasn’t a good thing that he could find her, because that meant others could as well, but that was something to worry about later. “That wasn’t an answer,” she said softly, taking a couple slow steps closer. She should tell him to leave, considering Marlene could either be home or on her way, but she was stupidly curious about this unannounced visit. That stupid glimmer of hope she always had for Severus and their friendship flaring up again. “What’re the flowers for?”

Severus faltered as she approached him, hoping that she’d take the offering of peace. She made him nervous, always had. No one looked at him like she did, almost as though she knew that he was better than this. Hell, she told him that often enough. He didn’t know what to say, how could he say that he was there watching, that he was offered the opportunity to kill, to exact revenge. On someone she cared about. Deeply. He looked down, avoiding her gaze, plucking the card from the flowers up with wandless magic, offering it to her, for her to read it. 

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The Magician

Persona - What is your Major Arcana Social Link unto others?

The Magician is associated with action, initiative, self-confidence, manipulation and power (more specifically, the power to harness one's talents). You prefer being the right-hand men of someone you are close to or you look up to. A tragedy in your life must have shaped you unto who you are right now and how you live your life. You prefer dynamic and theatrical situations rather than solemn and quiet paces of life. A downside in your character is that you may possibly be perverted most of the time and easily fall in love or have crushes on other people you admire.

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Okay, Wade… I need your help. And it’s urgent.

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You are too cute for words