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carewyncromwell · 3 years ago

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Carewyn’s third year had been an adventure and a half. She’d become something of a school hero for dealing with the Ice Vault’s curse the previous year with Ben Copper and Bill Weasley, but this year had also involved her becoming a Star Chaser on the Slytherin Quidditch team for one match, leaving the team after a fall-out with other Star Chaser Skye Parkin, and befriending not only Bill’s younger brother Charlie and popular Style Wizard Andre Egwu, but also her school rival Merula’s old friend, Tulip Karasu, and one of her lackeys, Barnaby Lee. And the year concluded with her having likewise gone into the Fear Vault with Bill, Tonks, and Barnaby and break its curse, setting her on a path once and for all to deal with all of the Vaults so she could save her brother Jacob.

After such a crazy year, Carewyn hadn’t been too surprised when Slytherin Prefect Felix Rosier asked to meet with her at the Training Grounds. She’d both lost and gained Slytherin quite a few house points (thanks in no small part to her short-lived Quidditch career), and she knew winning the House Cup was always his top priority, so she was very used to him “reminding” her to pick up after herself and earn twice as many points as she lost their house. Felix, however, for once didn’t start the conversation with the subject of house points.

“It’s the end of the year, and -- more relevantly -- the end of my time at Hogwarts,” he said. “Come June, I’ll have left this school for good...leaving Slytherin house in the hands of students like you. A troubling thought, to be sure,” he added as a dry aside.

Carewyn raised her eyebrows coolly, but did not answer.

She was more than used to Felix’s digs at her and her “delinquent” brother by now. It still irked her a little bit, but she’d known Felix long enough that she knew his behavior wasn’t really anything malevolent. He kind of reminded her of this fat, old, grumpy gray cat that belonged to the lady who owned the local ice cream parlor in her neighborhood, who always used to yowl in the back of his throat at anyone who came close to him, but almost never bare his claws.

Sure enough, with Carewyn not rising to the little barb, Felix brushed past it.

“With this in mind,” he said, and his shoulders were oddly stiff in how they straightened as he considered her, “I want to make sure you have something you can use to lead our house, in my absence.”

Carewyn blinked. “...You want to teach me?”

Felix had never really offered to help her before. She’d gone to him when she first wanted to learn how to duel so she could defend herself and her friends from Merula, and he’d reluctantly helped her out of obligation -- but he’d generally always expected her to take care of herself and, more importantly to him, win Slytherin house points on her own.

Felix gave a scoff. “Consider yourself fortunate -- I don’t tutor just anyone. I certainly wouldn’t have trained someone like your brother, no matter how smart he thought he was...”

Once again Carewyn tried to brush off Felix’s dig toward her brother, but this time it proved easier, just because of the expression on her Prefect’s face.

As long as Carewyn had known him,�� Felix had always been a rather guarded person -- a cold, vindictive guy who prioritized Slytherin winning above everything else and wasn’t really the type for sentiment or introspection. But in that moment, there was something uncomfortable, in his stiff shoulders and gruff expression...almost self-conscious. It made Carewyn hear his words differently and give them more thought that she might’ve before.

He wasn’t insulting her, she realized, as she looked at Felix. Slytherins weren’t always straight-forward about their feelings, and Carewyn was no exception. If Felix didn’t normally tutor people, but was tutoring her, then it meant he thought she was “worthy” of his knowledge. And if he wouldn’t have trained someone like Jacob, then it meant that he thought Carewyn wasn’t like Jacob. Carewyn still loved her brother with all her heart, so she only didn’t like being compared to Jacob because it was often framed as a bad thing, but even so. From the moment she’d first met him, Felix had always equated Carewyn with her “delinquent” brother and been extra hard on her as a result, not wanting her to be a burden on their house. So him acknowledging they weren’t the same was almost out of character.

He wasn’t trying to insult her. He was trying to apologize. He just didn’t know exactly how.

Feeling some pity prickle at the side of her heart despite herself, Carewyn opened her mouth as if to say something, before closing it again and reconsidering.

“...Thank you,” she said at last.

Felix was startled by the subtle, kind understanding in Carewyn’s expression. He considered her, some more of that odd uncertainty shadowing his gaunt face. After a brief moment, he cleared his throat and spoke much more gruffly again.

“Ahem. So. This is something you can use both in the Dueling Club and -- if you’re careful not to get caught -- elsewhere. I myself used it during a Quidditch friendly once, covertly,” he added with a smug smirk.

Carewyn cocked an eyebrow.

“Is my Prefect actually admitting that he broke the rules?” she asked with a slight smirk of her own.

Felix’s smirk broadened. “All good Slytherins know that rules are only to be followed when they work to our advantage. Besides, Gryffindor was in need of a good beating.”

He flippantly shrugged his robes off to the ground and faced the training dummies, his wand up and ready.

“This is the Freezing Charm,” he said in a much more crisp, business-like tone. “It will prevent anything with the ability to move from moving. Flitwick taught this to us so that we could freeze a pair of a shoes he’d enchanted to dance -- I’ve also found that it’s a great way to trip someone, if you point it directly at their feet,” he added with a rather smug smirk. “Watch me -- Immobulus!”

With an “X”-like wand movement, the Prefect had conjured up a cluster of violet-tinted white sparks, which collided with the closest training dummy and made it rock backwards, its limbs lashed to its sides.

Felix turned to Carewyn expectantly. The third-year Slytherin reached into the pocket of her second-hand light pink dress’s skirt and took out her own wand, getting into position in front of the dummy. She mimicked the wand movement she’d seen Felix use several times silently.

The Prefect watched her, before reaching out and taking hold of her wrist.

“Mind the breadth of your wand movements,” he said. “Imagine you’re creating a noose around your target -- bring your wand up diagonally, cross over the target, and then back down. It doesn’t need broad gestures to work: just enough that your target is clear.”

Carewyn didn’t particularly like Felix holding her wrist. It’s not that she couldn’t tell he was trying to help, but she just didn’t like someone holding her in a way she couldn’t easily dislodge herself from. Being too proud to say so, however, she sat very still, watching him out the side of her eye as she waited for him to let go. Fortunately Felix did, and Carewyn relaxed significantly, her wand trailing through the air a few more times as she refined the movement.

“...You said this spell can work on anything that moves, right?” said Carewyn.

“Yes,” said Felix. “The perimeters are anything animated, whether because it’s a living thing or because it’s been enchanted. The more you practice, the stronger and longer lasting its effects are. In some cases, you could even freeze multiple targets with it, but that requires a lot of focus.”

Carewyn smiled wryly. “So if it works on enchanted objects, I guess it’d work on a Golden Snitch? Maybe long enough to help our Seeker catch it during a friendly match without anyone noticing?”

Felix’s lips spread into a very broad smirk. “I daresay it would.”

Carewyn shook her head, but she was still smiling.

“You really love winning things, don’t you?” she said despite herself.

“Well, of course,” said Felix, as if it were obvious. “Don’t all of us Slytherins?”

“Sure,” granted Carewyn, “but... well, I guess I never saw much reason to care about the House Cup, just for the sake of winning it. It’s just a trophy. You can’t really do anything with it once you win it, aside from maybe brag.”

Felix cocked his eyebrows dully. “I suppose that’s why you left the Slytherin team to get crushed in the match against Gryffindor.”

Carewyn shot him a rather irked expression, but tried to focus on what she was doing instead, so she wouldn’t snap at him.

“Immobulus!”

The light of her spell didn’t fully germinate, instead only making it half-way toward the dummy. She adjusted her grip on her wand and began to silently practice the wand movement again. Fortunately the distraction had been enough to help her cool her temper.

“I left the Slytherin team because I was filling in for their original Chaser, and she was ready to play again,” she said firmly. “And no matter how much I want to win, I’m not going to accept my teammates bullying other people. Orion deserves better than that, as Captain... and I expect better too.”

Felix rolled his eyes up toward the sky, not out of irritation, but something like resignation.

“I still don’t entirely understand how you ended up in our house, Cromwell,” he muttered.

Carewyn raised her eyebrows dryly. “Would you prefer I hadn’t and given all those house points I’ve earned to Gryffindor instead?”

“No.” Felix’s nose wrinkled in revulsion. “Certainly I’m pleased you went to a house that actually uses its cognitive faculties.”

He shifted his focus onto the training dummies, casting a few more Freezing Charms at them, so as to serve as an example for Carewyn.

“I suppose I’m just surprised you don’t care more about winning,” he said, his voice sounding a bit more thoughtful. “Don’t you want that respect, if not for yourself, then for Slytherin house overall?”

Carewyn watched Felix’s form with a frown, rotating her wrist absently.

“Well, of course, I want respect, but... well, winning a trophy doesn’t really matter to me, I guess, if I don’t love what I’m doing in the first place. The Quidditch Cup I get because I love playing Quidditch...and I want Orion and the others to achieve their dream of winning the Cup. But winning for the sake of winning just kind of seems like attention-seeking -- like those boys in Gryffindor who do dumb things to try to get Emily Tyler to like them...”

She recalled some of Bill’s classmates conjuring up a wall of flowers out of thin air and showing off on their brooms trying to impress her before Valentine’s Day and cringed. She was so glad that she was able to convince Bill Emily wasn’t worth his time -- he wasn’t the type to showboat, and she didn’t want him to feel like he had to, just to compete with idiots like that.

Felix cocked his eyebrows, interested.

“... Hm. So winning alone isn’t enough. The prize at the end has to have some personal value, to you. The journey means nothing, if you don’t get something for your labors -- in this case, not something tangible, but some sort of internal fulfillment.”

His lips actually curled into a slightly looser, more satisfied smile.

“... That actually is very appropriate to a Slytherin.”

Carewyn smiled. “Glad you approve.”

She pointed her wand at the training dummy closest to her, her blue eyes narrowing with focus.

“Immobulus!”

This time, her spell hit its target. The dummy rocked back, its limbs lashing together at its side just as Felix’s had earlier.

The Slytherin Prefect’s face burst out into a full, broad smirk.

“Excellent!” he said. His dark eyes actually glinted with some pride. “As to be expected by the student who defeated a Gryffindor two years her senior.”

“That Gryffindor is my friend,” Carewyn said reproachfully. “And Bill was probably going easy on me at the time...”

“His mistake,” said Felix dismissively.

At that moment, a burst of raucous laughter rang out from the other side of the Training Grounds, prompting Felix and Carewyn to turn around.

A group of Slytherin boys a few years younger than Carewyn had strolled out onto the grounds with huge, wicked smirks on their faces as they talked amongst themselves. The one in the center of the clump, a dark-haired boy with gleaming, beady little eyes, was showing off something on his arm.

“Drew it myself!” he said proudly. “Sure made that blood traitor Hufflepuff wet himself -- ”

“Nice one, Emmett,” snigged one of his cohorts, a skinny, scrawny boy with large front teeth.

Felix’s lips came together tightly at the sight of the first year boys. When Carewyn looked at what the boy called Emmett had been showing his friends, though, she gave a horrible start seeing what looked like a skull with a snake coming out of its mouth drawn on it in paint.

Her blue eyes flaring with righteous anger, Carewyn lowered her wand and immediately strode over.

“Wipe that off your arm right now,” she said very coldly.

The younger boys looked up at the third-year girl, startled. The boy called Emmett reacted belligerently.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” said Carewyn. “The Dark Mark is not something to joke about.”

Emmett looked undaunted.

“Who says I was joking?” he asked with a smug smirk.

Carewyn put her hands on her hips. She was ready to give this boy a verbal lashing, but she was cut off by Felix.

“Emmett,” he said very lowly. “Take it off.”

The sight of Felix made Emmett’s smirk slide off his face. His beady little eyes narrowed, suddenly turning very hard.

"You’re not the boss of me, Felix!” he snapped.

“I am your Prefect, however,” said Felix, his voice still very quiet and solemn. “And I am your brother.”

Carewyn glanced at Felix out the side of her eye, slightly surprised. Emmett’s tiny eyes flashed.

“Not for much longer,” he taunted. “Reckon Mum’ll let me have your room, after you fly the coop? Don’t reckon she’ll want to have it set aside for you to come back and visit -- ”

“I wouldn’t need that room, at any rate,” said Felix. “Now take that paint off your arm.”

Emmett’s eyes, the same shape and color as Felix’s, were smoldering with resentment. He raised his arm, showing off the fake Dark Mark on his arm with a kind of vicious pride.

“Dad would’ve liked it,” he spat.

Felix’s eyes narrowed too, flashing with an emotion that Carewyn couldn’t quite place.

“Is that what Mum’s made you think?” he asked softly.

Sticking his chin out stubbornly, Emmett wiped the paint off his arm roughly on the inside of his robes. Then he turned to his friends, muttered, “Come on,” and the group strolled toward the other side of the Training Grounds.

Carewyn watched them go before turning to look at Felix. He'd bowed his head and closed his eyes, sighing quietly through his nose. His face looked so tired, so jaded...disheartened.

Compassion touching the inside of her chest, Carewyn extended a hand and rested it on the side of Felix’s shoulder.

The Prefect gave a light start -- he’d momentarily forgotten Carewyn was there. Then he glanced away.

“Don’t suppose you’ve met my younger brother previously?” he asked.

“No,” said Carewyn. “Is he a first year?”

“Yes.”

Carewyn looked out at Emmett Rosier in the distance with his friends -- they were all still muttering malevolently among themselves.

“He’s six years younger than you, then,” she said slowly. “I guess that means you probably looked after him a lot, when you were younger...”

Like Jacob looked after me, she thought.

“...Yes.”

Felix’s shoulders had stiffened noticeably. Trying to brush his feelings aside, he spoke more brusquely.

“Well, our practice here is done. Let’s be off.”

~*~

Felix used his lesson for Carewyn as an excuse to give Slytherin 20 house points, citing her display of “exceptional Charms work” and for “setting a good example for younger students.” Carewyn couldn’t help but think awarding those house points was probably a good half of why he’d initiated this whole thing in the first place.

As fate would have it, though, not long before curfew, Carewyn ended up catching sight of Felix heading out alone to the castle courtyard after dinner that evening. Perhaps because the Prefect hadn’t known anyone was watching him, his gaunt face betrayed some more of that strange emotion that he’d shown around Emmett -- that resigned, melancholy look.

Telling Rowan and Barnaby that she’d meet them in the commonroom, Carewyn decided to follow Felix. She found him sitting in the courtyard alone, his arms resting on his right leg crossed up and over his lap as he looked up at the stars.

“Hi, Felix,” Carewyn greeted gently.

Felix looked up.

“...Cromwell.”

Carewyn took a few steps forward, so that she was standing beside him.

“May I sit with you?” she asked.

“If you must,” said Felix. His voice didn’t come out nearly as rude as it might’ve normally, though -- it almost sounded accepting, despite its resignation.

Carewyn lowered herself down on the ledge next to him, her hands clasped in her lap. Her almond-shaped eyes drifted up onto the night sky -- she didn’t feel comfortable enough to look Felix in the eye.

The two sat in silence for a long moment before Felix finally broke it.

“...Is there a reason you followed me out here?”

Carewyn shrugged. “I saw you leaving, and...I just got this feeling that you were drowning in something dark, in your head. Like you were facing down this demon only you could see. And, well...I didn’t like the thought of you sitting all alone with those thoughts.”

She clasped her hands in her lap.

“So I figured I’d just sit with you for a while, if that’s okay. Just so those bad thoughts aren’t the only thing keeping you company. We don’t need to talk, if you don’t feel like it.”

Felix glanced from Carewyn’s clasped hands in her lap to up at her face out the side of his eye, almost baffled.

“And what do you want in return for this, exactly?”

Carewyn raised her eyebrows.

“Oh come on, now,” said Felix scornfully. “You have to want something, to be this...nice. I’ve never been particularly pleasant to you before today, after all. What other reason would you have to act all buddy-buddy with your mean old Prefect?”

His dry sarcasm made Carewyn frown.

“...I didn’t really think you were being mean, when you said all that stuff about Jacob and me. It made me mad sometimes -- still does, honestly,” she muttered under her breath before moving on, “If you’re looking for my reason, it’s that I feel sorry for you. I’m sure it’s not a reason you’ll like, since you probably don’t like being pitied -- ”

Indeed, Felix did look rather miffed.

“ -- but that’s my reason all the same. And you don’t have anyone else to be here for you right now, and I’m able to do it, so I may as well. You might be nasty a lot of the time and I might not get your whole obsession with the House Cup at all...but I can tell you only act like you do because that’s just how you are. You’re not the sort of person who shows you care with soft words. That doesn’t mean you don’t care, and that doesn’t mean you’re a bad person.”

Felix stared at Carewyn, stunned despite himself. Finally he broke his gaze away, casting it off toward the floor in the far corner of the courtyard.

“You really are a strange one, Cromwell,” he said gruffly.

There was a silence. Then he spoke again.

“...I suppose you did this for your brother too? Sitting with him even when he went off to be by himself?”

Carewyn nodded. “Sometimes. Sometimes he’d do it for me too. Mum had to work really long hours, so it was just us, a lot of the time."

Felix looked back up at the sky, leaning forward over his lap as he gazed at the stars overhead.

“...My father was away a lot too,” he admitted.

He could sense that Carewyn had shifted her gaze over to him, but he didn’t look at her.

“He always had a lot of work to do that he couldn’t tell us much of anything about. We’d assumed it was something to do with his job at the Ministry -- he’d been working at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement at the time, so I’d always thought maybe it had to do with something classified. Whatever it was, though, he didn’t want me to know about it -- for any of us kids or Mum to know about it. He didn’t want us asking questions. He didn’t want us going into his office or opening any drawers. He always kept everything locked. As far back as I can remember...I was never allowed to know what was inside. He always said...that his work was no fit thing for a bright young lad like me to spend my time on -- especially when I had my mother and younger siblings to look after.”

His eyes darkened noticeably. Carewyn’s eyes softened.

“Your father was trying to protect you, then,” she murmured.

Felix inclined his head. “All of us. He knew that if we knew what he was wrapped up in, we’d want to help him. Even if it meant joining the Dark Lord ourselves -- selling our souls and our freedom away, just to be by his side...we’d do it.”

The Slytherin Prefect’s eyes were as black as tar pits as he stared at his hands resting on his leg without even seeing them.

“But Emmett and Boudicca...they’re too young. They don’t remember how it really was -- all they know is what Mum’s recollected for them. How she saw things...how she wanted to see things. She didn’t want to think of Dad seeing his alignment as something he wasn’t proud of -- a beast he was willing to serve to achieve his goals, but didn’t want to sacrifice us to. ...She didn’t want to think of how he would’ve tried to dissuade her from following his path, if he were still here.”

Noticing Carewyn’s concerned expression, Felix shook his head.

“No, she’s not a Death Eater. Can’t very well be one, when their leader’s gone, can she? But she’s...changed, since Dad was killed. Hardened her heart. Sees our family’s core mission in life as living to avenge what was stolen from us...and by ‘our family,’ that unfortunately means us. Emmett and Boudicca have been brought fully on-board to the idea, of course, thanks to all the rubbish she’s fed them, but me...well...”

He smirked humorlessly.

“...I’m ‘flying the coop’ to Romania, to train dragons. So yeah, not exactly doing either of my parents proud.”

His face then grew more grim.

“...But I just...need a place that’s mine. A place that’s mine alone, where my fate is mine to make. And staying at home, I’ll never find that. All I’ll do instead is die slowly...wasting my time trying to save people who have no interest in being saved and have even less interest in saving me.”

Carewyn considered Felix for a moment. Her blue eyes trailed over his face thoughtfully, resting in the darkened corners of his sunken-in, resigned eyes.

“...Your father’s Evan Rosier, right?” she asked at last.

Felix’s expression twitched. “Yes.”

Whatever reaction Felix had been expecting, however, it wasn’t what he got. Carewyn offered a weak smile.

“My father’s name was Evan too,” she admitted.

Felix blinked in surprise.

“I didn’t really know him,” said Carewyn. “He left Mum, Jacob, and me when I was three or so. He was a Muggle, and finding out Jacob, Mum, and I had magic...I guess he just couldn’t handle it. So he packed his bags and never came back. Even before he left, I gather he didn’t pay me that much attention, so that’s why I don’t have many memories of him. Jacob raised me more than he did, really...”

The memory of her brother carrying her on his shoulders and having a mock duel with Licorice wands made her heart hurt. She closed her eyes and pushed the images down as best she could so as to keep her composure.

Felix’s expression shifted slightly, betraying something almost sympathetic.

“Funny how people don’t understand that they’re supposed to actually be around, if they want to really be considered parents,” he said cynically.

Carewyn nodded.

“I’m really sorry about your mum, though,” she murmured. “Your siblings too.”

Felix scoffed. “What are you sorry for? It’s not your doing.”

“No, I know...but I’m still sorry that you haven’t been able to support each other. ...That’s what families are supposed to do, even if a lot of them don’t.”

At least I’ve always had Mum, she thought to herself. And I had Jacob, before...

Once again she pushed the memory of Jacob sitting with her under the Christmas tree on his stomach to the back of her mind.

Felix sighed quietly through his nose, his gaze shifting back up toward the sky.

“Things often aren’t as they should be,” he said lowly. “But that’s nothing new for us Slytherins. That’s why we have to be resourceful and use what little we have, to earn the appreciation we’re owed.”

Carewyn offered Felix another slight sad smile and nodded, before looking back up at the sky.

They sat side by side in silence, their eyes heavenward, for a good while. More and more stars appeared as night fell, creating constellations that winked down at them through the blackness. And as the two Slytherins sat together, Carewyn absently started to sing under her breath, to pass the time.

“My child arrived just the other day --

He came to the world in the usual way,

But there were planes to catch, and bills to pay...

He learned to walk while I was away.

And he was talking 'fore I knew it, and as he grew,

He’d say ‘I'm gonna be like you, Dad --

‘You know I'm gonna be like you...’

And the cat's in the cradle and the silver spoon,

Little boy blue and the man in the moon...

‘When you coming home, Dad?’ ‘I don't know when,

‘But we'll get together then...

‘You know we'll have a good time then...’”

When Carewyn’s voice had faded back into the silence, Felix finally uncrossed his legs and faced her properly -- and for the first time in Carewyn’s memory, his lips were actually turned up in a very slight, warm smile.

“You’d make a pretty fair replacement for Chester Davies,” he said amusedly.

Carewyn smiled back. “You mean in the Frog Choir?”

“In the Frog Choir -- and as a Prefect.”

Carewyn was taken aback.

“Prefect? Me?”

Felix’s sunken-in eyes were glinting with a bit of mischief. “Indeed. I think I may have to pass along a recommendation to both Professor Dumbledore and Professor Snape, before I leave.”

He got to his feet, sliding half of his hand into his pocket so that it was resting on his hip.

“Come along, then -- best get you off to the commonroom before curfew. And I expect that when you get that little badge, you’ll send me some post thanking me for my support.”

x~x~x~x

[Enjoy Felix’s character playlist here! // Carewyn’s dress based on the pink dress pictured here // read the first Father’s Day post featuring my HPMA Anastasia “Ana” Read and her stepfather Bradley Pinkstone here!]

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#hphm #hogwarts mystery #felix rosier #carewyn cromwell #bill weasley #jacob cromwell #evan bach #evan rosier #lane cromwell #my writing #my art #first time writing ANYTHING with felix!!#oh boy this was fun #but yeah basically I see felix mentally seeing charlie and carewyn as replacement 'young siblings' to fill in the hole of losing real ones #to the monster of pureblood mania :<#both boudicca and emmett rosier become death eaters to 'follow in their father's footsteps'#which really in truth feeds mara rosier's thirst for vengeance to supposedly heal her pain of losing her husband #basically mara rosier is a tragic figure with shades of morgan lefay sending her children off to war to avenge her pain in her stead :(#it's kind of no wonder that felix -- just in order to save himself -- had to break away from his toxic family #fortunately at the romanian dragon sanctuary he acquires a new 'found family' of his own :')

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vintageplumbobs · 4 years ago

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Imelda: May I help you?

Officer: Good evening, Madam. Is Barnaby Rothschild at home?

Imelda: Y-yes...he’s in the parlor. What do you want with him?

Officer: He’s under arrest for committing indecent acts and for accusations of homosexuality.

#sims3 #sims 3 legacy #rothschildlegacy1 #imeldarothschild #decadeslegacychallenge #1920s

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mad-madam-m · 4 years ago

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Trope Bingo Masterpost

With less than two weeks to spare, I hit a blackout on my Trope Bingo card! Twenty-five fics in ten different fandoms, totaling 61,807 words, holy shit.

The fandom breakdown ended up like so:

Tiger & Bunny - 6 Castlevania (Netflix) - 5 Gargoyles - 4 Teen Wolf - 3 Good Omens - 2 Voltron: Legendary Defender - 1 Leverage - 1 Star Wars - 1 Mary Stayed Out All Night - 1 Captain Harlock - 1 I can honestly say I did not expect Castlevania and Gargoyles to have the #2 and #3 positions under Tiger & Bunny, but hey, it's been a weird year.

But WOO! I DID IT!!

You can find all 25 Trope Bingo fics listed under the cut!

Title: The Shops on Morning Street Prompt: Rivals to Lovers Fandom: Castlevania (Netflix) Character/Pair: Trevor/Alucard Words: 6934 Rating: T Summary: Trevor Belmont, former monster hunter and current florist, is tasked with looking into the proprietor of the new tattoo parlor across the street, much to his annoyance. What he finds is Adrian Ţepeş, current half-vampire, current tattoo artist, and a whole lot more than Trevor bargained for. Title: An Avian Aggravation Prompt: Soulbonding/Soulmates Fandom: Castlevania (Netflix) Character/Pair: Trevor/Alucard Words: 3864 Rating: T Summary: Trevor didn't know magic, not really. But he'd heard enough stories to guess where this was going. "Sypha, did you summon a goose that's going to guide Alucard to his one true love?" Alucard choked. "You what?" "No!" Sypha flipped between two pages in the book and hesitated. "Well...maybe?" "What?!" Alucard repeated. Title: Lord, What Fools These Mortals Be Prompt: Fake Relationship Fandom: Gargoyles Character/Pair: Elisa & Xanatos Words: 5372 Rating: T Summary: "We've received intelligence that Latimer is going to be making a deal at an exclusive event this Saturday. We'll have people stationed around the event, but we need to get someone on the inside to track when the deal is going down." Chavez pointed at her. "That's where you come in." Finally, they were doing something to take this bastard down. Elisa grinned. "Going undercover?" "In a manner of speaking." Chavez gestured to the door. "You'll be posing as the girlfriend of our informant." Elisa turned. "Who's—" David Xanatos walked through the door. *** Or: Elisa has to fake date her nemesis, and learns that they may have a little more in common than she'd like. 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#Trope Bingo #Trope bingo round 14 #M writes fic #masterpost

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sam-the-bi-ravenclaw · 5 years ago

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For your MC and Penny! How about prompts 5, 11, and 26? :3

5. Possibly, I haven't recently seen any of the interviews w/the developers nor read anything they have put out. I would think that at least one writer has to given the fact that she and Barnaby were/are one of the most coded romantic interests in the game with Talbot in a close second.

11. Between Penny's extracurricular activities and Sam's Cursebreaker work they hardly have time for their studies much less themselves or their friends. Penny admittedly is much better at managing this than Sam but thankfully once they get together Penny teaches her the art of organization, in fact the started doing this in the library or artefact room as a psuedo date. Now during the school breaks they often go to Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop or Florean Fortesee's Ice Cream Parlor. Other times they frequent Diagon Alley to shop together or spend time at each other's houses.

26. Oof marriage. Tricky question really since I headcanon Penny buying her and Sam promise rings for Sam's birthday during the summer before 7th year but because of Sam being forced to leave. They only get to see one another a few days at a time for 5-6 years. However, 1 month after the Battle of Hogwarts happens they both go to a party to celebrate and technically Sam proposes first when she asks Penny to find her necklace which has a ring attached to it with the old school note Sam was passing during Potion's class. Under the question "do you like me?" There is another question that reads "enough to marry me?" In between the check yes boxes. Penny then turns to see Sam looking off awkwardly and when she turns back she is tackled by her old love.

#gross this was wayyy longer than it needed to be lmao #hope this is okay!#send more questions!#hphm #mc x penny #penny x mc

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Tea with Barnaby Pt. 1

[The following is an rp scene between Olivia and @draenei-barnaby. They spend the afternoon catching up until an infamous black envelope interrupts.]

Olivia was starting to spend a lot of time thinking on the subjects of love, family, and friends since the beginning of the year, and in doing so, she found herself thinking of friends with whom she had grown distant. It was never her intention to drift away from people, but life always seemed tumultuous so very suddenly, and things like social commitments fell through the cracks.

Tea with Barnaby, the man who had once saved her from bandits, was Olivia’s best attempt to make amends for the time that passed between them.

With respect to the Draenei’s enormous presence, Olivia spent the entire morning moving all unnecessary furniture out of her parlor. A few end tables, two chairs, and a pair of crates filled with research were all stashed in her spare room in preparation. Moving the sofa back a couple of feet, to give her guest more room to sit comfortably, took all the strength Olivia possessed, as well as more than a few attempts. In the end, though, the living room looked spacious enough to accommodate the man and his tail.

With an hour to spare, Olivia quickly freshened up, doing her hair and makeup before slipping into a casual green and ivory gown with an empress waist. She wore house shoes instead of her typical heeled footwear and whispered around the house to get everything out and just so. With a half hour before his intended arrival, Olivia put on a kettle and prepped the tea pot, choosing the pot meant to serve a large crowd, as she assumed Barnaby would drink more than a single small cup.

Finally, when there were no preparations left, Olivia retired to the sitting room to put on music and resume reading a book about the customs of ancient Troll tribes.

Barnaby was delighted at being invited to take tea at Olivia’s home in Stormwind. He rode his stocky horse, Dumpling, from his cabin in Redridge, through Elwynn Forest and into the bustling human city. Although Draenei were an uncommon sight, enough time had passed since they’d arrived on Azeroth that most of the city-going folk were acclimated to their presence. Still, the small children that pointed and gawked at his unusual appearance pleased him, his tail curling in pride.

When he knocked at Olivia’s door, she found him wearing a red flannel shirt and trousers and carrying a basket of covered food on one arm. He looked pleased to be there, his face radiating happiness. “Ah, Olivia! How good it is to see you again, you’re looking beautiful as ever!”

The draenei squeezed himself through the doorway and managed to get himself situated at Olivia’s table with a minimum of bumping into furniture. He set the large basket on the tabletop and uncovered it, taking out a savory-looking homemade meat pie and a loaf of flavorful homemade seed bread. “I thought I’d bring a few things for us to share over lunch.”

“I am so glad you could make it darling,” Olivia greeted with an equally radiant smile.

As Barnaby entered and made himself at home, the small woman went back to the icebox to take out a spring salad with small edible blooms sprinkled in it for color. With her free hand she took out a rustic looking plain cheesecake and balanced it on the top of the salad bowl so she could grab a bowl of mixed berries as well.

“I did not make the cheesecake, so it is not burnt in the slightest,” she assured her guest as she brought the cool items to the table. “I did make the salad and arranged the cheese board.”

Once those items were arranged, she went to see to the teapot.

“How are you? I hope the winter treated you well.”

With the addition of the spring salad, cheesecake, and berries, between them Olivia and Barny had assembled quite a delicious spread of food on the table. Barnaby started cutting the hot meat pie into sections.

He reflected on the past winter. “We had one or two large snowfalls... I had to do some repair work on the shed, and remove a couple trees that were felled by a windstorm. That’s nothing too unusual, though. The biggest news, was that I had a houseguest for a time.”

The draenei fell quiet for a moment. “It was an unusual case. A woman, the likes of which I’d never seen before. Calling herself a ‘roegadyn’... She said she’d gotten lost, and I had to help her find her way home, after a fashion.”

Barnaby looked as if he was daydreaming fondly for a moment, then shook his head and began to slice the loaf of bread. “Thankfully, it all worked out in the end. And yourself? I imagine snowfall is quite picturesque in the city.”

With her back turned to Barnaby, he wouldn’t see her furrowed brow nor her silent attempt at saying the word ‘roegadyn’. There was no way she could know what the woman was, but she also believed it would be rude to pry, so instead the word was stored away with minimal context.

“Oh, the city is lovely with fresh snow. It quickly turns grey with the traffic and smoke, but it is lovely while it falls,” Olivia replied wistfully as she returned to the table with the tray of tea, cream, and sugar. “However, I spent this past winter in Drustvar. It is equally beautiful in the snow, more so, perhaps, because there are these great ribbons of light in the sky at night. It was a breathtaking sight, as I wasn’t exactly enjoying a vacation. I was conscripted by the military to help with research into the witches there. It turned into quite the eventful winter and I am relieved to be back in Stormwind.”

Olivia poured tea for them both and smiled at the large man. He was a lovely, comforting presence and she hadn’t realized how much she missed having purely social engagements with kind souls.

“That pie smells amazing. Is it game or livestock?” She transitioned upon realizing she was starting to stare.

Barnaby looked up at the mention of Drustvar. “The Kul Tiran island, then?” He listened to the rest of Olivia’s story with interest. He’d heard of the island, but never gone to see it himself. He recognized her description of the aurora, but only because he’d seen them before in Northrend. That had been a nightmarish place. He wondered if Olivia’s experience with these Kul Tiran “witches” had been similarly haunting… and dangerous.

The thought of Olivia being in even the remotest danger caused his brows to furrow. He chose that moment to take tea, reminding himself that Olivia had surely taken adequate precautions.

“Were they hospitable to you - The Kul Tirans, I mean?” he asked, curiously. At the question about his pie, Barnaby sat back in his seat and smiled with pride. He hadn’t been certain Olivia would like meat pie. “It’s venison, I hunted it.”

“Yes, actually. The people I met were generally very friendly. They have their prejudices against mainlanders, but it surfaces more as a sort of superiority rather than blatant hostility,” Olivia replied, smiling with odd fondness. “I met a few rude individuals, but you’ll have that anywhere, I imagine.”

She put a few things on her plate after accepting a piece of the meat pie and settled in with her napkin on her lap.

“Venison is my favorite. I wanted to be a huntsman when I was little so that I could eat as much venison as I wanted. I just always liked it,” she commented with a grin.

Olivia cut a bit from the pie and chewed thoughtfully. The hum of approval was immediate, and she nodded as she finished chewing and swallowing the bite.

“This is delicious, darling. Truly. It reminds me of meals I had when I was younger.”

She reached out and grasped at the air subtly, as if she were reaching for a stemmed glass rather than her teacup. The gesture was corrected, hopefully before he noticed, and she took a sip of tea wishing it was wine.

If Barnaby noticed Olivia making a curious hand gesture as she grasped for a wine glass that wasn’t there, he didn’t show it. Rather, he only seemed to grow more pleased at being praised for his cooking. His grin became smug, his sideburns fluffed out extra fluffily, and he made a pleased sound low in his throat. “You are too kind, Miss Olivia. I’ll remember to make it more often, now that I know you enjoy it.”

His smile took on a decidedly roguish bent when Olivia answered that she’d met a few rude Kul Tirans, despite an overall pleasant experience. “Perhaps I should accompany you next time. Then they will think twice about being anything less than perfect gentlemen.”

A peal of delighted laughter overtook Olivia, and she quickly nodded along with his suggestion.

"I have no doubt in my mind that you would inspire manners in your very wake," she beamed.

However, the expression wavered and was replace with something a bit more pensive. She considered the makeup of the Alliance military and those travelers she saw. There were so few Draenei in Boralus, but there were Lightforged Bulwarks outside of Arom’s Stand, erected to hold back the attacks from the Horde.

“You know, my cousin, a native Kul Tiran, he still hasn’t met a Draenei. There were some of the Lightforged in Arom’s Stand, so he has seen your kind, but has never met you. I do not know what reception your people received in Kul Tiras, but I do hope they remembered their manners. Isolationism can warp the way people see outsiders of any kind.”

It was a somber thought, and one she wouldn’t dwell upon. She would let Barnaby have his say before renewing her smile and moving onto something lighter.

“But, if you like seafood, I have found no other place with such variety as Boralus city.”

Barnaby paused his enjoyment of their delicious lunch to listen to what Olivia was saying. A cousin! This was the first time he could recall her mentioning her family, and as such, he paid close attention. “You have a cousin who is Kul Tiran? I take it you met him when you journeyed there with the army?” He took a big bite of the buttered bread. “...How did it go?” It was possible she had never met him in person before, or if she had, it could have been a long time ago.

At the mention of Boralus’s variety of seafood, his smile became huge. “It’s settled, I’ll have to make a trip out.”

"It was a little tenuous, at first,” Olivia admitted. “Only because I was raised to believe my mother’s side of the family suffered great losses in a conflict. That my mother had only a sister, my Aunt Marian. However, by fate, I discovered some of my mother’s siblings survived the conflict and went on to marry into a strong family that kept them safe. So, I have met a few cousins actually. Some of them are twice removed, but no matter the case, it is a strange thing to have family when I thought I had none.”

She dipped a piece of the bread into some of the gravy that was escaping the meat pie and ate quietly a moment, smiling at the thought of her found family.

“I highly recommend it. The people of Kul Tiras are larger folk, on average, so their accommodations will likely be more comfortable than a human or elven inn,” she grinned. “I know my own room, the one I rent there while visiting family and friends, has a bed that at last five more of me could sleep in.”

Barnaby listened to Olivia’s story about her family as he ate. He found he could imagine the way she was feeling. He’d lost his own family during the tumults on Draenor, when he had been a boy. He’d been young enough that he didn’t remember much of his parents - only flitting visions that came to him during moments of subconscious, such as in dreams. Now and again, he found himself wondering if any of his biological family had survived. How would he, now an adult, connect with possible siblings, or other family members, he might not have seen since he was a child?

“It’s a blessing, I think... Even if we cannot immediately see it as such,” he murmured. “To learn of family we didn’t know about.”

Barnaby blinked in surprise to learn that the Kul Tirans were “larger” folk. That was something that had escaped his notice until now. He wondered how tall they were. Were they draenei-sized? The thought both unsettled and intrigued him. Would that mean he wouldn’t automatically be able to intimidate a Kil Tiran? He’d gotten rather used to being the tallest man in his circle of acquaintances and friends. “Are they, now. How… interesting.”

“They are indeed,” Olivia nodded with a soft giggle. “Of course, I am not the greatest judge of height when almost everyone short of gnomes are taller than me. I can’t imagine they are as tall as you, but perhaps their furniture and doorways will be more comfortable.”

She shrugged a bit and laughed, still amused at her own realization. Everyone was larger than her.

“If you visit, let me know. I could act as your guide, and perhaps we could just get lost together. Oh! Actually, you’d be a brilliant help with the hedge maze, I imagine. You could probably see right over the hedges. There is a tavern at the end of the maze that I have yet to find.”

Barnaby seemed somewhat settled by Olivia’s reassurance that the Kul Tirans were not, in fact, likely to be taller than he was, but the doorways and chairs would be more comfortable for him. He nodded and returned to the important business of putting meat pie and salad into his mouth.

He looked delighted at the idea of visiting Kul Tiras casually with Olivia. At least, until she mentioned the tavern at the end of a hedge maze. “Who would be so cruel as to put a tavern at the end of a hedge maze?” he questioned, brows furrowed. He apparently thought this a serious question. “But yes, I think I would enjoy visiting Kul Tiras with you sometime, Olivia.”

"It is rather cruel, isn't it?" Olivia tittered. "Especially if one were to imbibe too heavily and find themselves lost in the maze. I imagine--"

Her sentence was interrupted when the mail slot opened, and a black envelope dropped into the catch basket.

[ To be continued...here. ]

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Laura Kimpton’s Venice House For Sale

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Laura Kimpton’s Venice House For Sale

Aug 30, 2021

LOVE Comes with this House

Iconic Burning Man LOVE Art comes with charming Venice house for sale at $1.975 million!

Location: Venice, Los Angeles, California, USA

Source: TopTenRealEstateDeals

Laura Kimpton’s Venice House

Burning Man 2021 kicked off their first-ever virtual event on August 22nd and will run through Labor Day. Due to last year’s Covid shutdown, Burning Man fans this year can’t go in person but can tune-in to the virtual events. Most of the events are free, a massive savings from the in-person tickets in 2019 of $475 and more.

However, if someone wants their own special hands-on, in-person link to Burning Man in 2021, a charming home in Venice, California comes with the iconic LOVE sculpture that debuted at Burning Man in 2019. The sculpture was created by artist Laura Kimpton, heir to the Kimpton hotel empire, who has listed the home, which includes the LOVE art, at $1.975 million.

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Kimpton’s Venice home is located walking distance to the Pacific Ocean and includes two bedrooms, a detached art studio and the LOVE art. Built in 1939 when the popularity of modern houses had first hit California, the Kimpton home is full of sunshine along with the year-round balmy beach weather.

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Episode 29 – This Mold House -- Wednesday, December 20th, 2017 Still panting from the battle with the ghouls, the party conducts a thorough sweep of the barn and farmhouse on the Craesby property. Although the barn only contained a delightful mix of straw and hay, the farmhouse proves to be a more fruitful venture; a festering corpse lies on the living room floor, branded with the Sihedron Rune. As Theo investigates the body, he finds another note marked with Barnaby’s name, which does little to clarify the muddy waters of this string of murders. Apart from the corpse and a hidden lockbox containing the owner’s meager life savings, nothing else is worthy of note in the farmhouse. Sensing that their next move is to pay a visit to the Foxglove Manor, the party instructs the Sandpoint Guards to secure the area and bring the body back to town. There is a general sense of urgency, and the party simply doesn’t have the time to run all the way to Sandpoint to fill Hemlock in on the situation. There is a murderer at large! They leave the relative comfort of the Craesby estate behind them and head along the coast to Foxglove Manor. Outside, a small murder of crows has gathered outside the burned remnants of the old servant’s quarters. Barnaby knocks on the front door, but there is no answer. Fearing that the Foxglove’s are in trouble, or are the source of this evil, they use the key found on Craesby’s body to enter the manor. The door swings open into the parlor, marked by a cobweb-infested piano. There are no signs of life, save the occasional sound of soft weeping coming from upstairs. Barnaby holds the most information about the manor, but it has been many years since he was a guest of the Foxgloves. A diseased rat is cut to ribbons in the pantry before the party continues towards a moldy lounge. Even though the windows are closed, the dust seems to swirl in a familiar pattern on the ground in front of the fireplace. Theo investigates. Suddenly, he is struck with an immense desire to protect Fobias, whom he thinks is his child, and he begins to pull him down the hallway and out of the house. Fobias is caught completely unawares but manages to wriggle free of Theo’s grasp before the witch rushes back out to the courtyard. Outside, the crows have multiplied to an astronomical number, and they take to the skies in unison, forming a carrionstorm. Krask, Fobias, and Barnaby rush to assist Theo, but their way is impeded by a swirling tornado of beaks and feathers. They watch in horror as Theo becomes engulfed in a similar manner. But he is not alone. A spindly black centipede skitters from under Theo’s robes and contorts into a familiar form – a quasit. Together, Theo and the demon fend off the barrage of crows long enough for the rest of the group to dispatch the rest. As they walk back into the house, Fobias smells the sickly scent of burning hair in the entrance hall, emanating from the stuffed manticore that serves as the gaudy centerpiece of the room. Without warning, the manticore bursts into flame and lunges at Fobias, setting him ablaze. The half-orc drops to the ground, and eventually manages to put out the flames, but not before suffering significant burns. As his screams fade into the darkness, a gently sobbing is heard upstairs. Can Theo be trusted now that the party realizes he continues to dabble in dark arts? What happened to the Foxglove family? Is someone crying because their beloved house is haunted?

#RotRL #PathfinderRPG #DnD #Gaming #Tabletop #Paizo #RPG #AP #Recap #Episode

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tiramegtoons · 1 year ago

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*GASP*

@smieska

THERE HE IS

HOLY SHIT

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carewyncromwell · 3 years ago

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Not sure if Carewyn is aware, but I am curious to know: How does she feel knowing that Severus Snape was first revealed to be aiding Voldemort and then later revealed that he was a triple agent all along?

[Carewyn is very quiet for a long moment. Then she folds her hands in her lap neatly, her eyes falling away as she answers.]

Carewyn: "...When I first learned about Severus Snape's 'betrayal' of Dumbledore...I admit, I was...blindsided. I'm not going to act like I've never been wrong about people before...goodness knows Barnaby, Merula, and Rakepick all speak to that, to varying degrees. At the time, I couldn't focus on it as strongly, or even on Dumbledore's death at all, since Bill had also been hurt by Fenrir Greyback in that battle, and...well, to be honest, I was much more concerned about Bill than anything else, at first. Once I was sure he was okay, though...well, I had to do some soul-searching. I'd always known Snape as a very...very flawed man. He hated me pretty much on sight, just because he, like a lot of the student body, seemed to assume I'd be just like Jacob, and in the worst possible way. I know he always favored our house over the others -- even when he did penalize me unnecessarily, he always made a point to scold me specifically because he disliked having to take points away from his own house. But after a while, I got used to his particular way of teaching, and...well, like with my Prefect Felix...I'd grown to associate him a lot with this one ill-tempered cat that the lady who owned the ice cream parlor down the road used to own. Unpleasant and needlessly prickly, but not an inherently bad person. Snape taught me Legilimency and Occlumency on Dumbledore's direction, but he also gave me a vial of Garroting Gas to use against Rakepick without being asked, and that ultimately gave us the upper-hand against her. Snape was furious after what happened in the Portrait Vault -- yes, probably because Merula and I were Slytherins, but considering how much he'd mistrusted me at the start, that's still something. Snape brewed Wolfsbane Potion for Chiara every month -- yes, on Dumbledore's direction, but he still did so, and I know he didn't dislike Chiara, for her condition. He even warned her to not be so trusting -- not something I think a singularly evil person would care about. And when Snape first taught me Occlumency..."

[Her eyes grow a little smaller.]

Carewyn: "...I saw something, in him. Just a little, but I know what it was. It was empathy. And it appeared when he'd seen me at my most vulnerable -- the memory of me screaming and crying, after losing my brother. Like he'd been in that exact same place himself, once..."

[Carewyn closes her eyes.]

Carewyn: "...That was what made me all the more conflicted, about Snape's betrayal. Because the decision couldn't have been made out of cowardice. It couldn't have been made out of blind political conviction -- him believing in the superiority of Purebloods over 'Mudbloods and half-breeds'...he'd never expressed any such thought process before. He even showed Felix support, when his mother and siblings aligned themselves with the Death Eaters and Felix didn't. And considering how methodical Snape has always been...I couldn't imagine him chucking everything he had out the window solely for power. So, there was only one conclusion I could come to that made any kind of sense -- Snape didn't betray Dumbledore because he supported He Who Must Not Be Named. He betrayed Dumbledore because he no longer supported Dumbledore. Because Dumbledore had tried to make him cross a line he wouldn't cross."

[Carewyn's expression has become very grim.]

Carewyn: "...It wasn't a good reason, and ultimately, it wasn't why he did it...but at the time, it was the only thing that made even the slightest bit of sense to me. As long as I've known Snape, he'd always been loyal to Dumbledore. To upset that in him, I thought that Dumbledore must have pushed that loyalty to the brink, to the point that Snape felt he had to pick himself instead...even if that, somehow, made him choose the Death Eaters."

[The thought clearly makes Carewyn feel nauseous -- as if it's a thought process she can't possibly fathom.]

Carewyn: "Again, thank Merlin, that ultimately wasn't true...and as much as I had my own problems with Dumbledore, I am glad for that...but I couldn't quite get over the feeling that it was us who had failed Snape, not the other way around, and that he was not this singularly wicked person, as so many other Death Eaters were."

[Carewyn gives a slightly more bitter smile.]

Carewyn: "...Then I learned the truth through Night @night-rhea and later Harry Potter's testimony, and...well, everything kind of clicked into place. It was ridiculously appropriate for Dumbledore to treat his own life like a piece on a chessboard, disregarding anyone else's feelings about him casting down his own life to advance his grand design..."

That's something I learned from dealing with R. Love isn't just putting someone else's needs before yours -- it's preserving yourself, for the sake of the ones you love and who love you.

Carewyn: "Severus Snape was no saint. He was a rather unpleasant person, to most, and he broke many laws, least of which was joining the Death Eaters in the first place, right out of school. I would even hesitate to call him a hero, as some people do. But he was not an evil man...and I'm glad that there are those who can now testify to those lighter parts of him. All I wish is that he could've lived long enough to answer for both the good and bad that he caused himself."

And that I could've spoken to him one last time. I can't think it was a coincidence that he didn't send the hounds after me, after the Ministry feel...even though I never was part of the Order, he knew how close I was to Tonks and the Weasleys...he even suggested to Minerva that Dumbledore try to recruit me in the first place...

[Carewyn's eyes narrow slightly.]

I think he wanted me there at the Ministry, when it fell apart. I think he knew I'd be able to stay under the radar enough with my family name, to avoid too much scrutiny. All I wonder is how much of that was him knowing I could be helpful...and how much of that was Dumbledore playing the chessmaster again...

((OOC: My personal thoughts on Snape are a liiiiittle bit less forgiving than Carewyn's, but hey, considering he was her Head of House and I saw more of his maltreatment of Harry and Neville through the original books, that's kind of understandable.))

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