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[b0ringasfuck]

Ostaggi negli ospedali

Non capisco... ma la scusa per aver bombardato gli ospedali era che c'avevano portato gli ostaggi?

[anneapocalypse]

It's not so much that I think writers never do anything by accident (good or bad or just weird or interesting) as I think that, if you're going to claim that something wasn't on purpose, you should provide support for that thesis just like you should support any other argument you're making about a text. I don't think that, for example, "Bioware is too stupid to have been exploring that theme on purpose," is a good enough argument. First of all, "Bioware" didn't write anything, individual people working for Bioware with a general common goal of creating a game but different styles and influences and life experiences did, and I think that matters when you're talking about intent. Maybe a writer made a specific statement about their influences when writing a character or plotline. Or maybe a theme in a story seems in conflict with other themes in the story (the tone of Return to Ostager vs. the tone of the rest of Dragon Age: Origins with regard to the nobility and royal blood comes to mind for me) and you want to consider why that might be. Maybe it's because the narrative comes across in a way the writers didn't intend. Maybe it's because different parts of the game were written by different people with different ideas about the themes they were exploring in a game that didn't really have a cohesive worldbuilding vision across all departments (which Origins notoriously did not, as David Gaider has discussed before). In some cases, maybe there's an intentional dissonance that itself brings up another theme. There could be a lot of reasons, and that in itself can be interesting to discuss, and I don't think we have to go into discussions assuming that writers never fumble the ball. I just think we should have better reasons for claims about authorial intent than "writers too stupid."

[dragons-and-ages]

As much as I usually prefer playing mages and elves… reading The World of Thedas vol 2 in preparation for a new playthrough is actually getting me hyped to play a Cousland.

Reading about my soon-to-be Amalthea Cousland’s parents is simultaneously heartwarming and heartbreaking:

Her mother, Teyrna Eleanor Cousland, was raised on the deck of a ship and was a fierce rebel raider known as the Seawolf during the time of the Orlesian occupation of Ferelden. After Maric retook Denerim and mobilized the northern banns to defend against Orlesian retaliation by sea, she met her future husband:

I considered the name Dane, from Fereldan legend, but I think Amalthea’s mabari will have to be named Mistral, after her mother’s ship.

After the war, when Bryce returned to Highever:

“Teyrn Bryce spent four months receiving oaths and taking possession of his ancestral home, and every day without fail he sent a letter to Lady Eleanor - sometimes more than one a day.”

The shanty in question:

I think that, even if this was something Eleanor “never shared with her children” they still learned about it from other sources. I have a feeling that a young Amalthea (or “Theo”) got in trouble when she learned the song and got caught belting it in the castle.

Years later, as Highever mobilized to assist King Cailan at Ostager, Theo would have a few notes stuck in her head, plaguing her as she couldn’t remember what song it was from… Until several weeks later, when she would hear the song played in a brothel in Denerim and the enormity of the loss of her family would finally hit her like a meteor.

The book has this to say in the section about Arl Rendon Howe:

Bryce was his friend during the rebellion against Orlais. They, along with their friend, Leonas Bryland, survived the massacre that was the Battle of White River together. Bryce was still his friend after Leonas cut contact with him. Bryce and Eleanor Cousland were at his wedding. They were the only people at his wedding. They were his friends.

They were his friends and he still slaughtered them.

I’m so unwell about this.

[geluckgk]

Okay it is time for me to talk about rpz characters !

Small explanation on what is rpZ : a gta rp server that was created by Zeraror made to last 2 weeks exactly. It was the first introduction to rp for a lot of French streamers. It was full rp and almost everything was impro. The only big event really organized was elections for the mayor (won by a dog who gives free cocaine btw)

All of our french qsmp stremears (expect Kameto) participated.

ANTOINE CROUTE (he/him)

Baghera character

He is 16 years old, youngest of the server, often misgender because of his high-pitched voice. He spent the full two weeks with his cousin Daniel Croute (play on words with Antoine Daniel), so we can't speak about one without speaking about the other two they are basically soulmate. At first we think they both have parents and we don't see them because they are on holidays, but towards the end given the fact that they confess that there parents don't give news and the fact that they live on the street we understand they have been abandoned.

Antoine often says he is the muscle and Daniel the brain but they both aren't that smart and very naive and get themself into a lot of troubles. They are looking for an internship but always inevitably get fired because of their numerous mistacke. They will finaly found a job at Montazac(Antoine characters)'s vineyard even after a few incident in the end Donatien de Montazac permently hire them, makes them heir then adopt them.

Links with q!Baghera :

The obvious one is their need for a family and habit to get attached quickly to anyone who start to respond to their need. Baghera did it with philza and Antoine with Donatien and Doc Maison(a mentor of his). The fact that they don't have a "real" familly hurt their selfestem

Then more funny(?) is their relationship with death. Or if we want to be precise the temporary kind of death (because of the coma dynamic in gta and respawn in Minecraft ). If you are familiar with q!Baghera she as a tendency to die a lot but also to encourage other to do so, saying they should die more, have more fun with death in general. She steps on mine, drown herself, jump of clif, for fun and giggle a lot. In the spawn of two weeks Antoine had 48 coma, the record of the server (compilation of all his coma). Antoine keeps on dying dumb way and never learn his lesson as doctors will anyway always come to help him

Their compassion and the way they always go out of their way to help. q!Baghera in a way that she always tries to find the best solution to help their friends and resolve situations and Antoine just throws himself into dangerous situation to help his loved one.

In the first week of the qsmp, Baghera told the adventures of the Croute cousins to Pomme as a bed time story. The moral was that even when adversity kept making their life difficult they kept hoping for their happy ending with they got.

DONATIEN DE MONTAZAC (he/him)

Antoine's character. He is a winery owner, very rich, and has for motivation getting even richer. We understand quite fast that he doesn't care for no one except him and his money(but his characters evolve during the weeks). He is taken ostage at least 4 times and somwhat always manage to escape the situation harmless and with more money than before. He isn't violent but is in an relashionship with the Vagos (local mafia) to protect his domain. He presented himself to the election and had a lot of votes, he was quite pised to lost against a dog.

For multiple reason (he snitched on him to the cops) he is hated by doctor Cox, a dangerous ex psychologist with a love for revenge. Cox will try to manipulate antoine into betraying Donatien without sucees. The last day he will kidnapepd both Croute cousins and will force Donatien to choose one to kill, he will refuse to but will instead forced to beat them up. They will be ultimatly be saved by the fact that Cox henchman don't want kids to be hurt in the conflict and called the police. After the incident he will confess that for them he would have been capable of paying any ransom (wich is a lot coming from him)

Links with q!Antoine :

I think q!antoine is really different from Donatien but one thing they do have in common is their selfishness. Not in a particularly mean way but they both put their own interests as an all top priority and won't go out of their way to help other if it doesn't benefices them.

But also both character soften their way for they kids, Donatien for Antoine and Daniel and Antoine for Pomme. In both case it is a slow warming to them and then love with a powerful want to protect(less shown with Donatien because Antoine is already almost an adult and can take care of himself)

He reference his character out of rp : During qsmp 2024 anytime he was winning a lot of money he would jokingly said he was in a "Donatien arc". During the elections arc, he said that he gave enough before and don't want to try to lose to the dumb mascot again (Gegg in qsmp, the dog in rpz)

PATRICK PAGNOLESS (he/him)

Aypierre's character.

(Okay, so I didn't watch his pov. This is more what I know from wiki fandom/clips/seeing him in other pov)

He is the owner of the Pagnoless brother with his brother Jackyyy (played by JimmyBoyyy which you might have seen during purgatory 2). It is the richest enterprise as well as the one with more depts. He is from the south of France and left to escape the Corse mafia.

Link to q!Aypierre :

Obviously his love for capitalism and troling (wich is more a Cc!Aypieree thing)

RAYOU WHITE (he/him)

Etoiles's character.

Not much to say since because of scheduling conflict and difficulties with rp Etoiles didn't play much. He was basically a bald doctor with depression. He is really passive aggressive and hates his job.

ANYWAY, that was not short at all but I cut a lot of things and tried to make it still understandable.I maybe forgotten things, rpz were a pretty eventful 2 weeks.

If you have questions drop them in my askbox ! Also if you don't agree or want to add someting to my analysis please feel free I'm very interested !

[designedparadigm]

" i've been taking care of him , ghost. " she says it so softly , because she knows that what she's going to say next isn't going to be ... great to hear. inhales a deep breath , hands folding nervously , fidgeting & she can't look him in the eye. " he can't ... remember. he can't remember anything. "

   he  can't  remember  anything. 

   it's  a  shot  straight  through  his  heart  -  and  he  despises  admitting  it.  it  leaves  him  raw,  open,  bleeding.  he  knows  it  reflects  in  his  eyes  -  one  of  the  things  his  johnny  had  loved  the  most.  being  able  to  see  emotions  reflect  from  time  to  time  in  deep  browns  that  now?  now  likely  show  the  shattering  of  a  heart  that  should  have  been  better  guarded. 

   shoulda  never  got  involved.  shoulda  kept  him  away.  shoulda  never  let  him  in.  shoulda  stayed  the  fuck  alone. 

   “'appens  with  ‘ead  injuries.”  he  hears  the  words  -  but  it  almost  isn’t  him  speaking.  it's  that  split  again.  ghost  who  states  the  plain,  simple  facts  -  and  simon  who  aches  and  watches  from  a  gilded  cage  ghost  has  him  in.  to  play  at  being  two  different  people  -  it's  ugly  when  it  all  collides  like  this  and  his  identity  is  thrown  to  the  wind.  who  is  he?  he  doesn't  know.  it  feels  like  he's  two  people. 

   “chance  at  ‘im  recoverin’  'is  memory?” 

   oh  simon.  you  naive  boy.  sitting  there  with  hope  fluttering  in  your  chest.  how  that  will  die  just  like  you  did.  no  -  it's  better  to  be  the  ghost.  to  live  detached  and  alone. 

   “doub'ful.” 

   ghost  responds  to  simon's  hope.  crushes  it  where  it  stands.  a  man  having  a  conversation  with  himself.  his  tone  gruff  then  easing  up  into  something  softer  then  going  right  back  to  gruff  bark. 

   look  at  the  mess  they  made  of  you. 

   “don'  ma'er.  ‘e  doesn’  belong  with  them,  now  does  ‘e?”  it’s  still  ghost  -  but  he  carries  simon's  sentiment.  “ain't  theirs  t'  fuckin'  keep.  wha'ever  state  ‘e’s  in  -  should  be  fightin'  t'  ge'  ‘im  back.  give  ’im  an  endin'  ‘e  fuckin’  earned.  doub'  the  ones  ‘oldin’  you  ‘ostage  the  way  you  depict  ’em  as  are  gonna  be  kind  t'  johnny.  or  ‘ave  any  good  intentions  for  him.”  as  if  ghost  would  have  anything  better.  if  he  had  his  way  he’d  take  johnny  for  his  own.  disappear  somewhere,  make  a  new  life,  new  memories,  get  johnny  back  as  his  and  his  alone  -  regardless  of  protests  if  there  were  to  be  any. 

   he's  no  fucking  better  -  but  johnny  gave  himself  to  ghost.  ghost  wants  what  is  his  back  in  his  hands.  fuck  -  he'd  raze  the  whole  thing  to  the  ground  with  his  bare  hands  if  it  meant  getting  his  johnny  back.  get  him  back  -  or  die  trying.  it's  that  simple.  it  always  was.  it  always  will  be. 

   “make  ‘im  remember.”  the  words  come  out  in  a  darker  growl  than  he  intends,  gloved  hands  curling  into  fists  on  the  table,  a  cold  angry  resolve  solidifying  in  his  eyes.  “call  ’im  johnny.  tell  ‘im  simon’s  waitin'  for  ‘im.  might  jog  the  gits  memory.”  ghost  leans  back.  “tell  ’im  simon  riley  is  waitin'.”  a  name  he  doesn't  often  spill.  his.  or  -  partially  his.  a  part  of  him  is  simon  riley  -  and  the  other  part,  the  one  she's  talking  to  right  now,  is  ghost.  “'e  ‘ad  a  partner.  ’im  and  simon.  remind  ‘im  ’e's  got  someone  who  loves  ‘im.  with  ’is  whole  fuckin'  bein'.  if  ‘e  don’t  remember  then  -”  he  stops,  falling  silent.  he  doesn't  finish  the  sentence. 

   if  he  doesn't  remember  then  -  then  i  know  i'm  gone  from  him.  i'll  just  have  to  redo  everything.

[alldancersaretalented]

List of previous Studios of Project 21 Dancers

For the dancers with multiple studios, I have clarified that in brackets.

*have graduated

Above the Barre Dance Company -> P21

Bella Puskar (-> The Space)

Academy of Ballet Arts -> P21

Jadyn Dumond (->?)

Allegro Performing Arts Academy

Grace Wilson (->?)

Artistic Motion -> P21

Esme Chou (The Company -> Club -> Artistic Motion -> P21 -> WDP)

Avanti Dance -> P21

Hadley Schulz (-> Mather)

Avis Dance -> P21

Kalea Hidalgo (-> Yorba Linda -> The Space)

Capistrano Dance Academy -> P21

Richie Granese

Center Stage Dance Academy -> P21

Kelly Sweeney (-> Stopped Competing)*

Chavarria Institute of the Arts -> P21

Isabella Kouznetsova (-> WDP)

Diana Kouznetsova (-> WDP)

Club Dance Studio -> P21

Elsie Check (-> Club Dance)

Brooklyn Cooley (-> Club Dance)

Daylyn Lucky (-> Club Dance)

Kelsey Millar (-> Club Dance -> Studio of Arizona)*

Addison Moffett*

Cami Ritzler (-> Club Dance)

Dance Connection 2 -> P21

Davyd Williams*

DanceLova Dance Academy -> P21

Makeila Bartlett

Madison Ng (-> N10)

Dance Precision -> P21

Dyllan Blackburn (-> Mather)

Jordyn Blackburn*

Kaelyn Choe (-> Dance Precision)

Abbey Choi*

Gwen Choi*

Nina Choi*

Isabella Dimopolous (-> Innovative Dance Studios)

Malia Gardner (->?)

Selena Hamilton (The Dance Spot -> Dance Precision -> P21)

Brooklyn Jara (-> Dance Precision)

Brooklyn Ladia

Melia Mariano*

Sara Najm (->Chavarria Institute of the Arts)

Alexis Ramirez (->?)*

Zoe Rossi (-> Dance Connection 2?)

Ava Sinchinalchi (->OCPAA)*

Brooklyn Stafford

Kimberly Tobias (->?)*

Reggie Valdez (-> Launch Brea Space)

Lauren Wallingford*

Dellos Dance -> P21

Brooklyn Jones (Dellos -> P21 -> Dellos)

Chloe Jones (Dellos -> P21 -> Dellos)

Isabella Rivera (-> K2)

Fusion Studios -> P21

Aura Dela Cruz

Haus of Royals -> P21

Kaitlyn Ortega (->Mather)

Maddie Ortega (->Mather)

Impact Dance Center

Shane Higa (Stopped Competing)

Juliana's School of Dance -> P21

Katie Couch (-> WDP -> P21)

Kami Couch (-> WDP -> P21)

Kenzie Couch (-> WDP -> P21)

Just Plain Dancin' -> P21

Danie Riveroy (-> OCPAA)

K2 Studios -> P21

Zeke Lindsey (OCPAA -> K2 -> P21)

Leilani Lawlor

KBM Talent -> P21

Ava Woinarowicz (-> DKCBA -> P21 -> Stopped Competing)

Mather Dance Company -> P21

Taytem Bisono (Adage -> Mather -> P21 ->?)

Bella Machado (P21 -> OCPAA)

Jillian Mahan (OCPAA -> Mather -> P21 ->?)

Haley Messick*

Madelyn Nasu (OCPAA -> Mather -> P21)

McCoy Rigby Conservatory of the Arts-> P21

Regan Gerena

Move Dance Academy -> P21

Gracyn French (On Pointe Dance Studio -> Move -> P21)

Murrieta Dance Project -> P21

Jaidyn Dumond (->?)

N10 -> P21

Kira Lieberman (Pacific -> N10 -> P21)

Notion Dance -> P21

Sienna Carlston*

OCPAA -> P21

Raven Alanes (->Studio Fusion)

Olivia Armstrong

Aleena Aoun (-> WDP)*

Mackenzie Auger (-> WDP)*

Madi Beerer (Talent Factory -> OCPAA -> P21)

Lexie Cavanaugh (-> Chavarria Institute)*

CeCe Chung

Sammi Chung

Jamieson Deacy (Stopped Competing)

Kendyl Fay (-> High School Dance)

Nyla McCarthy (-> Mather)

Audrina Mossembecker (->?)

Avery Olsen (-> OCPAA)

Chloe Solinger (-> CHs Dance Company)

Haley Stoico (Stopped Competing)

Laci Stoico (-> The Space)

Sara Von Rotz

Charlotte Watters (-> RockStar)

Leighton Werner

Rylee Young (Stopped Competing)

Onstage Dance Centre -> P21

Liliana Barajas (Elite Artist Dance Company -> Ostage Dance Centre -> P21)

Pave School of the Arts -> P21

Delaney Anbarden

Elliana Anbarden

Mady Kim

Elle O'Donnell*

Avery Reyes

Pacific Dance -> P21

Kai Armitage (->?)

Jenna Koblin (Stopped Competing)

Brielle Lieberman

Brooklyn Lieberman

Katie Nguyen (->?)

Kelly Nguyen*

Loila Rhee

Dawson Walker*

Perception Dance Company -> P21

Berkeley Scifres

Brystin Scifres

Performing Arts Academy of Marin -> P21

Zuzu Duchon*

Premier Youth Dance Company

Allison Choi

Richter Dance Company -> P21

Dillon Barron

Peyton Barron (Richter -> Variant -> P21 -> The Space)

Rhythm Dance Center -> P21

Lexi Blanchard

South Coast Conservatory -> P21

Cali Cassidy (P21 -> OCSA Ballroom)

Studio 1 Dance Academy -> P21

Emma Rose Crawford (-> IAF Studios -> Southland Ballet Academy -> Amirian Ballet Academy)

Studio Fusion -> P21

Tiana Heaton (->?)

Studio X -> P21

Chloe Mirabal

Savanna Musman

Demi Ulloa

Aliya Yen

The Company -> P21

Stella Ebert

Winter Ebert (-> Company -> Mather)

Imogene Elias (-> Company)

The Dance Spot -> P21

Isabella Warfield (-> Mather)

The Difference Dance Company

JoJo Jessen (Premier Dance -> Difference -> P21)*

The Industry Dance Academy -> P21

Anya Inger (The Rage -> Art Code -> Industry Dance -> P21 -> Stopped Competing)

The Rage -> P21

Delilah Hewitt (->The Space)

The Royal Underground -> P21

Milan Furtado (Stopped Competing)

The Talent Factory -> P21

Brooke Masters (->?)

Perris Amento*

Vision Dance Company

Kaitlyn Yi (-> WDP)*

WSCA -> P21

Tatum Brady (-> Studio Fusion -> WDP)

Maya Loureiro (->OCSA focused)

Tyra Polke (->The Rock Center For Dance)

Honestly no clue:

Bella Garcia*

Brooklyn Vara (->Define Dance Space)

Faith Montoya

Haley Reeder

Isha Das*

Jacqueline David*

Janae Holster (-> Movement Studios)

Kalea Hidalgo (-> Yorba Linda -> The Space)

Katelin McDermott*

[braveclementine]

Chapter 15

Warnings: None. However, future chapters will contain sexual content so readers that are under the age of 18 may have to skip those chapters (However they are very few so those under the age of 18 can still read a majority of this book. However please keep note of the warnings).

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

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𝕴 𝖋𝖊𝖑𝖙 𝖘𝖚𝖓 on my face and I was soaking wet when I woke up. There was an arm around my waist and I spat water out of my mouth and coughed.

"Harry?" I asked, trying to look at him. The sun was blinding and I squinted.

"Yeah, it's alright." He said, struggling to keep the three of us afloat.

"I can swim on my own now." I said and his arm disappeared from his waist. The mermaids were up around us. "Oh good, you brought her up too."

"Help me with her, will you? I don't think she can swim well." Harry said. We put the little girl between the two of us and swam back to the bank where the judges stood watching. The mermaids were singing a horribly screechy song, swimming around us like we were some sort of royal procession.

I looked up into the crowd. Professor McGonagall was clutching the railing tightly, Professor Dumbledore was smiling, Professor Snape looked tense, and I looked away from him quickly. Uncle Moody looked grumpy, leaning on his staff. The way he always did, I guess.

I stumbled up onto the banks, my legs hadn't been working for about 18 hours and helped the girl to the banks as well. Madam Maxime had been restraining Fleur who was fighting hysterically to get back into the lake for her little sister.

"Gabrielle! Gabrielle! Is she alive? Is she 'hurt?" She was screaming.

"She's fine." I muttered.

Madame Maxime let her go, now that we were out of the water and Fleur raced over and hugged Gabrielle fiercely. "It was ze grindylows. . . zey attacked me. . . oh, Gabrielle, I thought. . . I thought. . ."

"Come here, you." Madam Pomfrey said, wrapping a thick blanket around Harry's shoulders and forcing potion down his throat. I went to walk away, preferably up to the castle but Madam Pomfrey caught me and wrapped a towel around me as well. She forced the hot potion down my throat and I coughed when it went down. The towel was nice and warm though.

"Harry, well done! You did it! You found out how all by yourself!" Hermione said, delighted.

"Well. . . yeah that's right." Harry said. I noticed that Karkaroff was looking our way. I turned my back on him.

"You haff a water beetle in your hair, Herm-own-ninny."

Hermione brushed the water beetle away and said, "You're well outside the time limit, though, Harry. . . Did it take you ages to find us?"

"No. . . I found you okay. . ." Harry muttered. I patted his arm reassuringly. I still felt uncomfortable though. Why me? Why not Ron? All the things I'd originally foreseen- Fleur kissing Ron's cheek, Percy running out to rescue Ron. . . those things were gone now. Or perhaps they were never going to have happened in the first place.

I decided it was officially time to stop relying on my visions. They were screwing me up and I was worrying over them. Enough was enough. I wasn't going to look at them anymore, I wasn't going to react to them anymore. I was done.

Madam Pomfrey was trying to clean Fleur's cuts on her face and arms but Fleur wouldn't let her. Instead she said, "Look after Gabrielle." Fleur then turned to Harry and said, "You saved 'er, even though she was not your 'ostage."

"Yeah." Harry said.

Fleur bent down, kissed Harry twice on each cheek and then turned to me. "And you too- you 'elped."

"Er- sure." I said and she pulled me into a surprising hug. Well, at least she hadn't tried to kiss me.

"Ladies and gentlemen ,we have reached out decision. Merchieftainess Murcus has told us exactly what happened at the bottom of the lake, and we have therefore decided to award marks out of fifty for each of the champions, as follows. .. Fleur Delacour, though she demonstrated excellent use of the Bubble-head Charm, was attacked by grindylows as she approached her goal, and failed to retriever her hostage. We award her twenty-five points."

"I deserved zero." Fleur said, shaking her head. Ron was approaching us slowly and finally came to stand by Ron. Fleur smiled at him and he blushed.

"He's the one who would've helped- if he'd been the hostage." I said. Fleur of course, like the other foreign students, knew about my future seeking powers, "I wasn't supposed to be in the lake, he was."

Fleur appraised him for a moment and Ron looked nervously between me and her. She swooped down and kissed both his cheeks too and said, "That's for eef you 'ad saved her." Ron's cheeks were bright red and I smiled. At least I could fix mistakes. Hermione looked furious.

"Cedric Diggory, who also used the Bubble-head Charm, was first to return with his hostage, though he returned one minutes outside the time limit of an hour. We therefore award him forty-seven points. Viktor Krum used an incomplete form of Transfiguration which was nevertheless effective, and was second to return with his hostage. We aware him forty points. Harry Potter used gillyweed to great effect. he returned last, and well outside the time limit of an hour. However, the Merchieftainess informs us that Mr. Potter was first to reach the hostages, and that the delay in his return was due to his determination to return all hostages to safety, not merely his own. Most of the judges," Ludo threw Karkaroff a nasty look, "feel that this shows moral fiber and merits full marks. However. . . Mr. Potter's score is forty-five points."

There was roaring applause from the crowd and I smiled up at him. "Congratulations."

"There you go, Harry!" Ron shouted, "you weren't being thick after all- you were showing moral fiber!" I giggled.

Fleur clapped very hard- probably relieved that Harry had saved Gabrielle too.

"The third and final task will take place at dusk on the twenty-fourth of June. The champions will be notified of what is coming precisely one month beforehand. Thank you all for your support of the champions."

Madam Pomfrey started ushering us back up to the castle in order to get into dry clothes.

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𝕬𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖙𝖜𝖔 𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖐𝖘 later, Sirius sent a letter to Harry which read

Be at stile at end of road out of Hogsmeade (past Devish and Banges) at two o'clock on Saturday afternoon. Bring as much food as you can.

"He hasn't come back to Hogsmeade?" Ron asked incredulously.

"It looks like it, doesn't it?" Hermione asked.

"I can't believe him, if he's caught..." Harry said tensely. "What do you think, Elizabeth?"

I shrugged. "Don't know anymore. I mean, technically, I don't foresee any trouble but it's not like that means anything anymore."

"Someone's bitter this morning." Ron said.

"Her visions have been off, Ron, what do you expect?" Hermione asked with a huff.

"Off?" Harry asked, frowning. "Like what?"

"A bunch of little things that are all adding up together." I muttered. I took my glasses out of my bag and put them on. "By the way, another Witch Weekly article came out about you two. Pansy Parkinson will give you the article before Potions class. I wouldn't read it until after however, or if you read it in class, put it in your bag or something because if or when Snape sees it, he'll read the entire thing out loud."

"I thought you didn't trust your visions." Ron said thickly through a piece of bread.

I didn't answer and just got up in a huff and went to Ancient Runes. I wasn't really angry at him- I was frustrated with myself. What wasn't I seeing?

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𝖂𝖊 𝖑𝖊𝖋𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 castle grounds, our cloaks thrown over our shoulders in the mild weather. Harry had put food in his bag which contained about a dozen chicken legs, a loaf of bread, and flask of pumpkin juice.

I, on the other hand, had gone straight down to the kitchen and had gotten two dozen chicken wings, some fruit, a couple glass jars of milk, and some cakes and had put them in a container which I had shrunk and was now carefully carrying in my hands. I also had a bag of supplies on my shoulder.

We went to Gladrags Wizardwear first because Harry wanted to buy socks for Dobby. There were many different types of socks. Socks that changed colors, socks that switched patterns, socks that screamed when they became too smelly, socks that were simply the most ridiculous colors you could get. I got a pair of coloring changing socks for Trang. She'd enjoy them.

Then, at half past one, we made our way up the street to the stile that Sirius had indicated we come to. Waiting for us was a dog on his hind legs, his front paws on top of the top bar. He had newspapers in his mouth and was wagging his tail.

I grinned, ran, and vaulted over the stile. Landing on the other side, I carefully put the box down and petted Sirius' head and scratched behind his ears. "Hi puppy." I muttered quietly.

"Hello, Sirius." Harry said as the other three reached the stile. They climbed over. Sirius sniffed Harry's bag and wagged his tail again. Then, he started to trot away into the rocky mountain ranges. I picked up the box and hurried after him.

Sirius led us to the foot of the mountain which was covered in boulders and stones. He started up it, easily for him with four paws. The rest of us staggered behind, climbing over the boulders and trying to find an easy footpath.

I loved it though, it was like an adventure game in real life. The path was steep, winding, and stony. But we followed Sirius' wagging tail like a beacon. The sun beat down on us- surprisingly warm for March weather. Then at last, we slipped into a narrow fissure in the rock.

I looked around the dimly lit cave. At one end was Buckbeak the hippogriff. We all bowed to him. Buckbeak lowered himself into a bow. Hermione rushed over to pet him. Harry turned to our godfather who had turned human, spitting the newspapers out of his mouth. I launched myself into his arms and he gave me a huge hug, chuckling.

He was wearing his ragged gray robes from Azkaban still. His black hair was longer than before, which I was glad about but it was matted again. He looked very thin.

"Chicken." He said hoarsely after I released him. Harry pulled the food out of his bag and handed over the food. "Thanks. I've been living off rats mostly. Can't steal to much food from Hogsmeade; I'd draw attention to myself." He said as he ripped into the chicken.

I sat back, grabbing the small container and tapping it with my wand. It grew into the large sized box that it originally had been and pushed it over. "That's more food and. . ." I rummaged in my bag, pulling out multiple items and announcing them as I pulled them out, ". . .robes, parchment, ink, quills, water bottles, blanket, and pillow."

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Sirius all stared at me in various shades of amazement and amusement.

"Where did you get all this?" Ron asked, raising his eyebrows.

"House-elves" I said, pointing to the food, "Dad refuses to wear those robes, he hates the color- bit stupid really- just some spare parchment, ink, and quills I had, and the blanket and pillow are duplicates from the storage bin."

Sirius chuckled.

"What're you doing here, Sirius?" Harry asked nervously.

"Fulfilling my duty as godfather. Don't worry about it, I'm pretending to be a lovable stray." He said, gnawing on the chicken in a dog-like way.

Sirius was still grinning, but he could read the anxiety on Harry's face and said, "I want to be on the spot. Your last letter. . . well, let's just say things are getting fishier. I've been stealing the paper every time someone throws one out, and by the looks of things, I'm not the only one who's getting worried." He nodded to the papers.

I'd already read most of them. They were talking about Mr. Crouch being ill and Bertha Jorkins disappearing.

"What if they catch you?" Harry asked as Ron picked up the papers. Hermione was still petting Buckbeak. I got up to go pet him as well and he greeted me cheerfully. "What if you're seen?"

I heard Sirius behind me say, "You four and Dumbledore are the only ones around here who know I'm an Animagus."

There was a bit of silence and the shuffling of the newspapers and Harry said slowly after a few moments, "They're making it sound like he's dying. But he can't be that ill if he managed to get up here. . ."

"My brother's Crouch's personal assistant. He says Crouch is suffering from overwork." Ron informed Sirius.

"Mind you, he did look ill, last time I saw him up close. The night my name came out of the goblet. . ." Harry said, "Didn't he Elizabeth?"

"Bit like a dead man walking." I confirmed. "And while I didn't stay around, I know for a fact from my visions that Dumbledore was a bit alarmed at his condition as well."

"Getting his comeuppance for sacking Winky, isn't he? I bet he wishes he hadn't done it now- bet he feels difference now she's not there to look after him." Hermione said with an edge to her voice.

"Hermione's obsessed with house-elfs." Ron muttered.

I stopped petting Buckbeak, kissing the top of his head and going to sit down next to Sirius. "Crouch sacked his house-elf?" Sirius asked in interest.

"Yeah, at the Quidditch World Cup." Harry said and quickly told Sirius what had happened in the clearing at the Cup. When Harry had finished, Sirius was on his feet, pacing up and down the cave.

"Let me get this straight. You first saw the elf in the Top Box. She was saving Crouch a seat, right?" He asked, brandishing a fresh chicken wing in the air like a wand.

"Right." All four of us said at once.

"But Crouch didn't turn up for the match?"

"No. I think he said he'd been too busy." Harry said.

"Harry, did you check your pockets for your wand after you'd left the Top Box?"

"No." Harry said. "Elizabeth already said that she believes it was taken in the top box."

"Winky didn't steal that wand!" Hermione said hotly.

"The elf wasn't the only one in that box. Who else was sitting behind you?"

"Loads of people." Harry said. "Bulgarian ministers. . . Cornelius Fudge. . . the Malfoys"

"The Malfoys! I bet it was Lucius Malfoy!" Ron said extremely loudly.

"Anyone else?" Sirius asked.

"No one." Harry said.

"Yes." I said.

"There was Ludo Bagman." Hermione said.

"I don't know anything about Bagman except that he used to be Beater for the Wimbourne Wasps. What's he like?" Sirius asked. I snorted in distaste and Sirius glanced over at me.

"He's okay. He keeps offering to help me with the Triwizard Tournament but he keeps asking Elizabeth for gambling advice." Harry said.

"Does he, now? I wonder why he'd do that." Sirius said with a frown. I wondered which part he was referring to.

"Says he's taken a liking to me. Apparently he's having financial problems." Harry said, answering both.

"Hmm." Sirius said.

"We saw him in the forest just before the Dark Mark appeared, remember?" Hermione asked the three of us.

"But there was the person under the invisibility cloak too." I pointed out as Ron said, "yeah, but he didn't stay in the forest did he? The moment we told him about the riot, he went off to the campsite."

"How d'you know?" Hermione asked. "How d'you know where he Disapparated to?"

"Come off it. Are you saying you reckon Ludo Bagman conjured the Dark Mark?" Ron asked.

"It's more likely he did it than Winky." Hermione said.

"Told you, told you she's obsessed with house-" Ron started but Sirius held up a hand to stop him.

"When the Dark mark had been conjured and the elf had been discovered holding Harry's wand, what did Crouch do?" Sirius asked thoughtfully.

"He went to look in the bushes." Harry said. "But there wasn't anyone else there."

"Of course. Of course he'd want to pin it on anyone but his own elf. . . and then he sacked her?" Sirius asked, frowning.

Hermione answered in a heated voice, "Yes, he sacked her, just because she hadn't stayed in her tent and let herself get trampled-"

"Hermione, will you give it a rest with the elf!" Ron said exasperated.

Sirius shook his head however and said, "She's got the measure of Crouch better than you have, Ron. If you want to know what a man's like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals." He ran a hand over his unshaven face. Razors- that's what I'd forgotten. "All these absences of Barty Crouch's. . . he goes to the trouble of making sure his house-elf saves him a seat at the Quidditch World Cup, but doesn't bother to turn up and watch. He works very hard to reinstate the Triwizard Tournament, and then stops coming to that too.. It's not like Crouch. If he's ever taken a day off work because of illness before this, I'll eat Buckbeak."

"D'you know Crouch, then?" Harry asked.

Sirius' face darkened with hatred. "Oh I know Crouch all right. He was the one who gave the order for me to be sent to Azkaban- without a trial."

"What?" Ron and Hermione asked together.

"You're kidding!" Harry said incredulously.

I said nothing, just looking at him.

"No, I'm not. Crouch used to be Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, didn't you know?" Sirius asked, taking another bite of chicken.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione shook their heads. I nodded.

"He was tipped for the next Minister of Magic. He's a great wizard, Barty Crouch, powerfully magical- and power-hungry. Oh never a Voldemort supporters, no, Barty Crouch was always very outspoken against the Dark Side. But then a lot of people who were against the Dark Side. . . well, you wouldn't understand. . . you're too young. . ."

I felt a bit irritated with this answer and Ron clearly felt the same way because he said, "That's what my dad said at the World Cup. Try us, why don't you?"

A grin flashed across Sirius's thin face. "All right, I'll try you. Imagine that Voldemort's powerful now. You don't know who his supporters are, you don't know who's working for him and who isn't; you know he can control people so that they do terrible things without being able to stop themselves. You're scared for yourself, and your family, and your friends. Every week, news comes of more deaths, more disappearances, more torturing. . . The Ministry of Magic's in disarray, they don't know what to do, they're trying to keep everything hidden from the Muggles, but meanwhile, Muggles are dying too. Terror everywhere. . . panic. . . confusion. that's how it used to be. Well, times like that bring out the best in some people and the worst in others. Crouch's principles might've been good in the beginning- I wouldn't know. He rose quickly through the Ministry, and he started ordering very harsh measures against Voldemort's supporters. The Aurors were given new powers- powers to kill rather than capture, for instance. And I wasn't the only one who was handed straight to the dementors without trial. Crouch fought violence with violence, and authorized the use of the Unforgivable Curses against suspects. I would say he became as ruthless and cruel as many on the Dark Side. He had his supporters, mind you- plenty of people though he was going about things the right way, and there were a lot of witches and wizards clamoring for him to take over as Minister of Magic. When Voldemort disappeared, it looked like only a matter of time until Crouch got the top job. But then something rather unfortunate happened, Crouch's own son was caught with a group of Death Eaters who'd managed to talk their way out of Azkaban. Apparently they were trying to find Voldemort and return him to power."

"Crouch's son was caught?" Hermione gasped.

Sirius nodded, throwing his chicken bone to Buckbeak and threw himself down next to me and began to tear pieces of bread off. I grabbed his hands, frowning. "You're going to make yourself sick, eat a little slower."

Sirius grinned at me and slowed down a little bit and then turned back to the story, "Nasty little shock for old Barty, I'd image. Should have spent more time at home with his family, shouldn't he? Ought to have left the office early once in a while. . . gotten to know his own son."

"Was his son a Death Eater?" Harry asked.

"Yes." I confirmed, monitoring the size of bread Sirius was stuffing in his mouth.

"I was in Azkaban when he was brought in. This is mostly stuff I've found out since I got out. The boy was definitely caught in the company of people I'd bet my life were Death Eaters- but I'd just thought he was in the wrong place at the wrong time like the elf."

"Did Crouch try and get his son off?" Hermione whispered.

Sirius barked a laugh. "Crouch let his son off? I thought you had the measure of him, Hermione! Anything that threatened to tarnish his reputation had to go; he had dedicated his whole life to becoming Minister of Magic. You saw him dismiss a devoted house-elf because she associated him with the Dark Mark again- doesn't that tell you what he's like? Crouch's fatherly affection stretched just far enough to give his son a trial, and by all accounts, it wasn't much more than an excuse for Crouch to show how much he hated the boy. . . then he sent him straight to Azkaban."

"He gave his own son to the dementors?" Harry asked quietly as though he couldn't wrap his mind around the concept. Perhaps he couldn't. Not him, not him who would have loved parents, could not imagine horrible parents because his- our- parents had died for him.

"That's right. I saw the dementors bringing him, watched them through the bars in my cell door. He can't have been more than nineteen. They took him into a cell near mine. He was screaming for his mother by nightfall. He went quiet after a few days, though. . . they all went quiet in the end. . . except when they shrieked in their sleep. . ."

Sirius's eyes got a dead look in them and my heart twisted. "Sirius. . ." I whispered and put my head on his shoulder. He put his arm around me and kept it there.

"So he's still in Azkaban?" Harry asked.

"No. No, he's not in there anymore. He died about a year after they brought him in."

"He died?" Harry asked in shock.

"He wasn't the only one. Most go mad in there, and plenty stop eating in the end. They lose the will to live. You could always tell when a death was coming, because the dementors could sense it, they got excited. That boy looked pretty sickly when he arrived. Crouch being an important Ministry member, he and his wife were allowed a deathbed visit. That was the last time I saw Barty Crouch, half carrying his wife past my cell. She died herself, apparently, shortly afterward. Grief. Wasted away just like the boy. Crouch never came for his son's body. The dementors buried him outside the fortress; I watched them do it." Sirius threw aside the bread now, reaching for the pumpkin juice and drained it in one go.

I frowned at him, but held my tongue. He was going to make himself sick.

"So old Crouch lost it all, just when he thought he had it made. One moment, a hero, poised to become Minister of Magic. . . next his son dead, his wife dead, the family name dishonored, and, so I've heard since I escaped, a big drop in popularity. Once the boy had died, people started feeling a bit more sympathetic toward the son and started asking how a nice young lad from a good family had gone so badly astray. The conclusion was that his father never cared much for him. So Cornelius Fudge got the top job, and Crouch was shunted sideways into the Department of International Magical Cooperation."

There was a long silence. I thought carefully about something. Crouch had lost both his son and wife. There was someone Crouch was hiding under the invisibility cloak. There was someone that Winky wasn't going to talk about. There was someone that was taking ingredients from Snape's potion ingredients. There was someone that Voldemort needed for the job of getting Harry. There was someone that had attacked Uncle Moody before his job. There was someone. . . someone. . .

"Moody says Crouch is obsessed with catching Dark wizards." Harry said out of the blue before I could finish my thoughts.

"Yeah, I've heard it's a bit of a mania with him. If you ask me, he still thinks he can bring back the old popularity by catching one more Death Eater." Sirius said, nodding his heads.

"And he sneaked up here to search Snape's office!" Ron said.

"Yes, and that doesn't make sense at all!" Sirius said.

"Yeah, it does!" Ron said excitedly, his hatred for Snape overcoming his logic.

"Listen, if Crouch wants to investigate Snape, why hasn't he been coming to judge the tournament? It would be an ideal excuse to make regular visits to Hogwarts and keep an eye on him."

"So you think Snape could be up to something, then?" Harry asked.

"Look, I don't care what you say, Dumbledore trusts Snape-" I said hotly.

"Oh give it a rest Elizabeth. I know Dumbledore's brilliant and everything, but that doesn't mean a really clever Dark wizard couldn't fool him-"

"Why did Snape save Harry's life in the first year, then? Why didn't he just let him die?" I interjected, getting even angrier.

"I dunno- maybe he thought Dumbledore would kick him out-" Ron said, struggling.

"What do you think Sirius?" Harry asked quickly.

"I think they've both got a point. Ever since I found out Snape was teaching here, I've wondered why Dumbledore hired him. Snape's always been fascinated by the Dark Arts, he was famous for it at school. Slimy, oily, greasy-haired kid, he was." Harry and Ron grinned at each other. I frowned. "Snape knew more curses when he arrived at school than half the kids in seventh year, and he was part of a gang of Slytherins who nearly all turned out to be Death Eaters. Rosier and Wilkes- they were both killed by Aurors the year before Voldemort fell. The Lestranges- they're a married couple- they're in Azkaban. Avery- from what I've heard he wormed his way out of trouble by saying he'd been acting under the Imperius Curse- he's still at large. But as far as I know, Snape was never even accused of being a Death Eater- not that that means much. Plenty of them were never caught."

"He was." I said softly. "it came out during Karkaroff's trial. He used Snape's name but Dumbledore stood up for Snape. He had, at first, joined because that was what his friend group was doing but after a certain circumstance, he turned, letting Dumbledore use him as a double-spy. He's been on the good side ever since."

The others stared at me in amazement. I frowned at them. "What? I know some things."

"Why are Moody and Crouch so keen to get into Snape's office then?" Ron asked stubbornly.

"Well. I wouldn't put it past Mad-Eye to have searched every single teacher's office when he got to Hogwarts. He takes his Defense Against the Dark Arts very seriously, Moody. I'm not sure he trusts anyone at all, and after the things he's seen, it's not surprising. I'll say this for Moody, though, he never killed if he could help it. Always brought people in alive where possible. He was tough, but he never descended to the level of the Death Eaters. Crouch though. . . he's a different matter. . . is he really ill? If he is, why did he make the effort to drag himself up to Snape's office? And if he's not. . . what's he up to? What was he doing at the World Cup that was so important he didn't turn up in the Top Box? What's he been doing while he should have been judging the tournament?" Sirius said, rubbing his chin.

Personally, I thought that if Uncle Moody had killed more people he might've lost less body parts, but that was just me.

There was more silence. Then Sirius looked at Ron and said, "You say your brother's Crouch's personal assistant? Any chance you could ask him if he's seen Crouch lately?"

"No." I said. "Not no because Percy won't answer, but no, he won't have seen him."

"Guess that answers that." Ron muttered.

"And you might try and find out whether they've got any leads on Bertha Jorkins while you're at it." Sirius said. "Well any leads about what they think happened to Bertha anyways."

"But she's dead?" I questioned, confused.

"I know." Sirius said, nodding slightly. "But the Daily Prophet doesn't know that, do they? It'd be good to know what they are thinking."

"It is?" Ron asked.

"Well, Bagman's quoted in here," Sirius said, gesturing to the article. "Blustering on about how bad Bertha's memory is. Well, maybe she's changed since I knew her, but the Bertha I knew wasn't forgetful at all- quite the reverse. She was a bit dim, but she had an excellent memory for gossip. It used to get her into a lot of trouble; she never knew when to keep her mouth shut. I can see her being a bit of a liability at the Ministry of Magic. . . maybe that's why Bagman didn't bother to look for her for so long. Now what did you see?"

"Memory charms can hurt the mind. . ." I murmured out loud, staring at the wall.

"Elizabeth?" Hermione asked uncertainly and I held up a finger. I needed to think.

Bertha Jorkins worked under Crouch. What if, she'd stopped at the house and seen his son- if per say, the son had been taken from Azkaban- how I didn't know yet. But assuming the Son was out of Azkaban, Bertha Jorkins finds out, confronts Crouch, he erases the memory with a powerful spell. So powerful in fact, that her memory was damaged. Hypothetically, of course. Everyone would think she had a bad memory afterwards because the spell had affected it. It changed her personality. So if the boy had been a Death Eater, which I was sure he had, he would've wanted to return to Voldemort. He could've potentially been the one to sneak up on Moody which meant. . . and Moody was trying to get into Snape's office, where potion ingredients are kept. . . potion ingredients for the Polyjuice potion. A man that lived in Crouches house that Voldemort would want back. . . his son had been on trial.

"Elizabeth?" Sirius asked alarmed as my face paled, "Are you alright?"

And Percy had said to his father that Mr. Crouch was taking a special interest in Bertha Jorkins whereabouts. Of course he would, if he had indeed put her under a spell or erased her memory.

"Huh, oh yeah, fine, I was just trying to digest some information. The theory is a work in progress." I said quickly.

"What time is it?" Sirius asked, rubbing his eyes.

"Quarter to four." Hermione said, checking her watch.

"You'd better get back to the school. Now listen. I don't want you lot sneaking out of school to see me, all right? Particularly you, Elizabeth, I know how much you wander about outside. Just send notes to me here. I still want to hear about anything odd. But you're not to go leaving Hogwarts without permission; it would be an ideal opportunity for someone to attack you." Sirius said, getting to his feet.

"No one has tried to attack me except a dragon and a couple of grindylows." Harry said and I laughed.

"No one has tried to attack me period." I said before remembering that I'd been attacked once before.

Sirius scowled at both of us. "I don't care. . . I'll breathe freely again when this tournament's over, and that's not until June. Harry, Ron, Hermione, could you give Elizabeth and I a second?"

"Sure." Hermione said and the three of them left through the fissure.

Sirius turned to me, "What's wrong?"

"It's just a hypothesis and I could be wrong." I said, frowning. "But I think I know who put Harry's name into the Goblet of Fire. It's only a guess though so I don't want to say in case I'm wrong."

Sirius measured me with his eyes. "You aren't going to confront them, are you?"

"I'm not stupid." I said defensively. "I just need solid proof that isn't guess work or coincidences."

Sirius kissed my forehead. I hugged him tightly. "Thanks for everything Eilís"

"Of course." I said.

Then we went outside. Sirius turned back into a dog and we headed back to the stile as fast as possible so that we could get back to Hogwarts. He allowed Harry, Ron, and Hermione to each pat him on his head, but I got on my knees and pulled him into a hug and kissed the top of his head. "I know I smother you with love." I whispered in his ear. "But I can't help it." And then I stood up and joined the others on the other side of the stile.

"Wonder if Percy knows all that stuff about Crouch? But maybe he doesn't care. . . it'd probably just make him admire Crouch even more. Yeah, Percy loves rules. He'd just say Crouch was refusing to break them for his own son." Ron said, making up his mind.

"Percy would never throw any of his family to the dementors." Hermione said severely.

"I don't know. If he thought we were standing in the way of his career. . . Percy's really ambitious, you know. . ." Ron debated.

Little did we know there was a bit of truth to that.

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𝕴 𝖜𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖚𝖕 to the dorm, to drop off my winter stuff before I went to Dumbledore's office. There was a pair of heels on my bed- purple heels, the ones I'd left in the forest. I touched them briefly. Severus must've sent them. I smiled. I really hoped I wasn't going to die.

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[scoliosisrick]

Hi. I must request that you ask your fish wife to stop making random letters bold in her asks..it makes it hard to read for people with dyslexia.. and it can get confusing. I tried to piece together a word but I just got "ostage" which isn't a word. So I think it's clear she's doing it for the aesthetic, and that is just not okay. That's all xoxo stay curvy

I LOVE MY FISH WIFE MORE THAN I LOVE DYSLEXIC PEOPLE SO JUST LEARN TO READ BETTER YOU FUCKING LOSER LMAO

[libidomechanica]

And so I though her

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[berryzxx]

imma keep tea ostage until u tell me who he is

BHFDHXJBFHBSHBFJHSFB HE'S MY HOSTAGE NOW IDC IDC

[babyawacs]

@tele5 .@tele5 @5flix @netflix  @appletvplus @paramountplus @hulu @youtube so the b-movie h ostage drama film about a hostage named rossi musthavebeen a real interpol crime case then?

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[poorly-drawn-akira]

"Man... Really took them a while to get on this huh? Report the guy filed is a few months old." "I believe they were trying to resolve a 'ostage situation before they went about neutralizing it." "Ah. Welp, what's our plan?" "Not sure yet, we can't force our way. Not with what they said it is." "We play by it's rules?" "No, no I don't think so. I think we should bait it out." "Ohhh, how ya plan to do that?" "I'm still working on it, but that seems to be our best strategy."

[davidellul]

#ready #for #tonight . #musicallegends . . #dancing #comedy #ostage #logo #branding #love #excited #lights #photooftheday #potd #vsco

[deceiver-a-day]

The Picture Ostag Khamel Drew of Their Mother in Kindergarten

• [x] depicts a figure people believe represents Ostag Khamel’s mother

• [x] looks sufficiently humanoid to be believed as being human

• [x] is a crayon drawing on paper

• [x] offers a hug

• [x] expresses love 

[bladewarde]

She isn't alone in that regard. Laera has done her fair share of fucking things up -- both for herself and others -- but hardly was it ever the end of world. Then again, she wouldn't consider her mishaps nearly as complex as what Maeve had gotten herself into. While she understands her role of being much needed support, the more Laera listens, the harder it is to remain as such. Besdies being overly caring, she can't parse why Maeve would choose to allow herself to suffer for the sake of sparing another's feelings. It's silly; frustrating.

❝ I doubt that they're wholly unbothered; unless you can entirely ignore that you 'ave feelings to begin with. I think you understand that, but if that's what's stopping you from making a choice, it isn't right. You're going to be 'olding them 'ostage while you dither, and I'd say that's worse than just making a choice. The right choice. ❞ She wants to shake her, tell her that she's going only to hurt herself if she carries on like this, and Laera can't stand to be a witness to it.

❝ What 'appened to the Maeve that was so adamant about doing what she wanted… you know, before she slapped me? You need to care about yourself more, because in truth, nobody will ever 'ave your best interest at 'eart other than yourself. I'm not saying that to be a cunt either; you can't make everyone 'appy, and it's silly to think that you can, especially at the expense of your own 'appiness. ❞

❝ I know. ❞ As much as she'd like to, Maeve doesn't combat Laera's claim. She's right. While Gale did an awful job of showing it ( at least in the way that Maeve had wanted him to ), he cared and she'd scorned him. He may not see it that way, but that's the only way Maeve can see it and clearly, Laera sees it that way, too. Maeve had the choice to walk away, to turn back and return to camp, but she'd continued onward and sought comfort in the arms of another man rather than confront the one she truly cared for about his lack of effort and the way that it made her feel. And while she and Gale have spoken numerous times since then, laying their thoughts out on the table, Maeve still feels a pit rising in her stomach whenever she's left to her own devices.

❝ Well, I've already gone and fucked that up, Laera. ❞ The statement is accentuated by a trembling lip and, just as before, tears that well in Maeve's eyes. ❝ It's already worse and there are already more feelings involved. I feel like I'm drowning, yet somehow both Gale and Halsin remain unbothered. ❞ Shifting, Maeve pulls her knees up and against her chest, looping her arms about them. She rests her chin atop them and gives a defeated huff. ❝ I know that I need to take your advice, Hells, I've even told myself much of the same, but I just . . . I don't know how to end this without hurting someone else in the process. Maybe that's why I continue on like this — I don't want to hurt either of them, so I'm hurting myself instead. ❞

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