#thewrongsorts

[spellwrites]

Was this normal small-child behavior? Imogen had no frame of reference to compare it to. She seemed to recall something about children always asking incessant questions — or maybe that was just Imogen-as-a-child, and this was cosmic retribution for all those times she bothered Professor Snape — but surely they weren't supposed to ask this many in such rapid succession. And would she have recognized a warding diagram or questioned how it worked at... well, at whatever age this girl was?

Well, most likely, yes. But then, Imogen-as-a-child knew enough about the inner workings of spells to start inventing her own at the age of thirteen, so she suspected she might be an outlier in that regard.

(How big was a thirteen-year-old supposed to be again?)

Whether or not this small, possibly-thirteen-year-old child was exhibiting abnormal behavior was really beside the point, though. The point was—

"You are lost, aren't you?" Imogen said. Normal or not, that 'no' sounded awfully shifty.

Should she... call... someone about this girl? Merlin's frilly knickers, she should probably do something. Right?

Haltingly, she climbed down from her ladder, feeling more like an under-socialized pet approaching a new kind of animal than she cared to admit. She tried to distract from this by gathering up her discarded notes and resisting the urge to explain how warding spells worked in great detail.

"Er - does Charlie know where you are?" Did normal small children wander off on purpose, or was Imogen just highly motivated to discover a secret passageway out of Hogwarts in her first year?

(How big was an eleven-year-old supposed to be again?)

"Do you know where Charlie is, for that matter?"

Merlin help her, she didn't know if she was cut out for the maternal responsibility of towing a small child around until she found the kid's uncle/babysitter/caregiver/redheaded-Weasley-of-unspecified-relation.

@iselwyn from here

Pru looked back up at Imogen, eyes wide and unwavering, mouth pursed in intense childish thought. This was an adult who didn't have to deal with children very often, she figured. Sometimes grown-ups had to learn how to talk to people her age.

"Uh-huh," she nodded absently. No offense to Charlie, but that's not interesting. Who else would she be here with? Midge isn't old enough to take her places.

"Does the pressure mean the fish hit harder? Or is the glass already..." She thought for a moment, face screwing up. "...adjusted to it?"

She'd like to see fish spit acid, she thought. It sounded like exactly the sort of thing her family was always trying to keep her away from.

"How do you test it?"

She scuffed her foot against the floor, crossing her legs to pick at something sticky on the sole. Adults were always so worried about being lost, but being lost usually really meant finding something cool.

"Noooo."

[passerbytanuki]

I really wanna cry 😭😭😭😭 I adore EVER SINGLE ONE OF HER FICS but I'm not a social media person so I just thought I hadn't seen any updates from her cuz ya know.... life and shit happens!

I usually don't find it weird when I don't see any updates from an author cuz they are people too with jobs and families so I usually just drop a comment with well wishes or encouragement and try not to be a bother or a stress factor

But this! What the hell is this!!!!???😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 why are people like that? A kind person like Caf did. not. deserve this in her life 😡🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬 SHAME TO WHOEVER YOU ARE THAT DID THIS TO HER!

I hope one day she'll grace us with her writing again 🥺

[marblecarved]

@thewrongsorts sent a letter to elphias doge: ‘‘ just tell me everything’s gonna be okay. ’’

prompt: softer prompts. 

Silence settles between them as her voice trails off, heavy as a winter duvet. Intertwining his hands, Elphias peers at Alice from under his bushy brows. What she is asking of him is simple enough to do — considering the situation, who wouldn't want to hear reassuring words from a friend ? 

Yet, Elphias hesitates visibly. He opens his mouth, starts to say ❝ Alice... ❞ and, when nothing else follows, he closes his mouth, sighing through his nose. It's not that simple — truth be told.

Indeed, in any other situation he would gladly reassure a friend, perhaps adding a wide smile that would do nothing else but emphasize the wrinkles around his mouth. But now ? ❝ Alice, ❞ again, Elphias starts with her name, leaning ever so slightly forward. ❝ Everything is going to be okay, ❞ now, when he doesn't even believe his own words, it feels like he just told Alice an obvious lie. ❝ Everything, ❞ it's this that he decides to repeat, thinking that, by voicing it with more certainty, it would make even himself believe it to be true. 

[adveanture]

      *      THEWRONGSORTS      /      ft.   alice      —      “      you   know   you   can   talk   to   me.      ”

despite   the   love   she   is   given   by   all   of   her   friends,   lily   feels   impossibly   alone.         her   pregnancy,   though   it’s   planned      —      as   it   ever   can   be,   at   least      —      is   nothing   she   expects   .   .   .      because   she   never   expects   to   go   through   it   without   her   mother   or   sister.      and   even   though   she   and   petunia   have   not   been   close   since   childhood,   the   knowledge   that   they   are   both   pregnant   at   the   same   time,   both   of   them   without   their   mother,   but   without   each   other   as   well,   is   a   new   heartbreak   to   bear.      she   sniffles   one   more   time,   wiping   at   her   face   and   looking   to   @thewrongsorts​​.      alice   is   farther   along   than   lily,   but   not   by   much.      she   is   older,   but   she   looks   to   lily   with   a   sort   of   camaraderie   even   her   closest   friends   cannot   give.            “      it   just      —      all   of   it   feels   so   sudden   and   so   fast   .   .   .      but   it   also   feels   like   every   day   will   last   forever.      and   i’m   so   happy      —      but   i’m   also   afraid,   and   i   feels   so   stupid   for   doing   this   all   at   once   .   .   .      ”            emerald   eyes   fill   up   with   tears   anew.            “      do   you   think   i’m   going   to   be   a   terrible   mother,   alice?      ”

[prioriincantatem]

@thewrongsorts​ said : “ i’m here. and i’m not going anywhere. ” (alice, for frank)

Frank closes his eyes, unwilling to meet Alice’s gaze. He feels ashamed. He can’t ask this of Alice, he can’t ask it of Neville. They’d have an easier time of things if he stayed in St. Mungo’s. But Merlin, does he want to go home.

“I can’t put that burden on you,” he says quietly, speech slow. “Neville’s happiness and safety matters the most. Your happiness and safety matters the most. You shouldn’t be distracted by trying to take care of me.” 

[choicelesshope-aaa]

@thewrongsorts​   ||   cont.

the thing is—she’s never been a big fan of silence. dead of the night, not a single owl or car wandering through the streets; cold freezing the tip of her nose and the unnerving feeling she’s too close to her own memories for her own sake.  

closer than ever, given by her company’s not-so-chatty disposition, of all things.

❝ come now, there must be something we can do to change that, hm? ❞ she tries with an easy smile, a faint of laughter released into the night. ❝ mademoiselle manon durant, how long have you been on this little island? and how come the more i ask these order folk about you—hm, no one seems to know a thing about the grand auror herself? ❞

an oddity when the younger litter of them had difficulties with keeping quiet during—well, almost every instance they’ve thrown them together in a room.

[lcvedriven]

👫

four headcanons about our muses

sirius genuinely believes that he and the rest of his friends were made for each other. that he found the people he was supposed to have early in life. that he was meant to have them all his life. he lost all but one of them. there is some part of him that never came back from halloween in 1981. some part of him that just doesn't exist anymore now that james is gone. james was his soulmate.

all of his perceptions of what a family is - the good ones - come from james and his parents. all of the recipes he knows how to make come from there too. they are some of the first memories he loses when he gets put away. the idea of a relationship that he wants comes from fleamont and euphemia. they are who he wants to model. they are the only good relationship he knows.

once wore prong's shedded velvet on his head and pranced around as padfoot like a little pony stepper. very proud of himself. raced around and tried to touch moony & wormtail with it.

i think i've mentioned this before but sirius absolutely kissed james at his wedding, right on the mouth.

[foundationsbuilt]

James Potter ( @thewrongsorts​ ) said ❝ i think the whole idea of ‘finding yourself’ is kind of bullshit.  we are what we chose to be.  we make ourselves. ❞

Or what our parents make us.

James had it easy,  had the choice of choice,  whereas Sirius only had the path that his parents laid out before he’d even been born,  that had been written and signed on before even they had been born.  The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black only had one path.

‘ I suppose so, ’  he said anyway,  because James didn’t quite understand.  

Sirius didn’t blame him for it,  not when the insanity of his bloodline was finding starting to sink in.  No one who hadn’t had legacy shoved down their throat all their lives would be able to. 

[spellwrites]

@thewrongsorts | cont from here

Sometimes you gotta do worse, Manon thinks, first. It’s both her gut instinct and an admonition Imogen probably needs to hear; don’t think she hasn’t noticed the younger witch tip-toeing her way around taking a life. It wouldn’t bother her if it didn’t come hand-in-hand with that insistence on throwing herself out onto front lines, but — Ç'est une douleur dans le cul, yeah?

At some point you have to be ready kill, or you’re going to get someone killed.

“Yeah,” she finally shrugs, casually, with a wry, sharp sort of smile. “You don’t have to justify yourself to me.”

Hell, she does love the willingness to resort to such a mundane attack, especially from a pureblood like Imogen. Too many wizards never think to go for the tried-and-true classic hits. Sometimes a well-placed knife is worth more than any spell.

It’s what she likes best about Imogen, that resourcefulness.

Imogen grinned. "See, this is why we get along so well," she said, "You, me, Severus... I'm not counting Mad-Eye; he's just insane. Molly Weasley's not gonna - actually Molly would tear out someone's jugular with her teeth if they threatened her kids. Arthur Weasley isn't unhinged enough to do something like that."

There was, of course, the unspoken difference that set Imogen apart from Manon, Severus, Mad-Eye... Lupin. She was prepared to do whatever it took to win... but only to a point. She wouldn't - couldn't - cross that line, to take a life with her own wand. She had no better reason for it than cowardice. She wondered if Manon had noticed.

Mad-Eye, Lupin - she knew they'd already crossed it. Severus... with a signature spell like Sectumsempra, she could only assume. Had Manon...?

[auriibus]

@thewrongsorts

Uncle Jamie

❛❛ why does this apple cider taste like liquor? ❜❜ (james)

She had half a mind to immediately blame the Weasley twins despite the idea of adding a little… surprise to the cider being her idea entirely. But it seemed the only part of her mind Eris did currently have was not her rational one at the moment. There was a glance from Ron, and then to Fred for a moment before her gaze settled on her Uncle, a perhaps shiteating grin on her lips as she shrugged and held her third glass of cider close to her body. “It tastes like normal cider to me. Did you take dads cup accidentally?”

[weasleyandweasley]

@thewrongsorts

☆ﾟ. * ･ ｡ﾟ,   ❝ Oy, is it true you're staying the entire month?! ❞ A bit of excitement in his voice as he asks Charlie. If true, once George got home he'd be pretty thrilled with it too. ❝ Is there a special occasion? Or you just miss us that much? ❞ He teased.

[marblecarved]

@thewrongsorts sent a letter to horace slughorn: ‘‘ loyalty is the greatest gift of all. ’’

prompt: priory of the orange tree.

Horace directs a smile towards his former student — but it does not reach his eyes. Indeed, it is too tight there, at the corners, mirroring his well-hidden confusion. What brought on this sudden talk about loyalty ? Horace brings his hands towards the lapels of his coat, and takes a perhaps too-tight hold of them. Is it about ... ? No, the thought is brushed aside as though it is a mere speck of dust, not even giving it time to settle, and Horace shifts from one foot to the other.

It's not about him. It can’t be. Thinking this does little to reassure him, however.

❝ Indeed it is, m'boy, ❞ not wanting to let his silence stretch out even further, Horace answers using a tone that sounds decidingly more chipper than he feels. ❝ Indeed, ❞ a considering pause, then he continues thus. ❝ And it must not be given lightly, eh ? After all, ❞ a bushy brow arches upward, and he leans slightly forward, all the while keeping hold of the lapels. ❝ One never knows if it will be returned. ❞

[amrtntiia]

@thewrongsorts​ 

James

❛  am i going mad, or did the word ‘think’ escape your lips ?  ❜ 

“Surprisingly, I tend to do that sometimes.” Elowyn narrowed her eyes at the other for a moment before remembering all the Potter boy seemed to live for was get under peoples skin. “Did you really think I was just a pretty face? Under estimating people may yet be your downfall, James.”

[prioriincantatem]

@thewrongsorts​ said : “Stay still. You’ve been wounded.” (manon, for greylyn)

Greylyn sighs, shifting with discomfort under Manon’s attention. “I’m fine,” she says stubbornly. “Really, I’m alright. I promise. I’ve had worse.”

[choicelesshope-aaa]

@thewrongsorts​    ||   cont.

❝ ah, how nice of you! keeping them all warmed u— ❞

BOOM! a red blast passed flying over their heads, lighting up the night and crashing into a wall—the world starts trembling under their feet and there’s less than a few seconds for them to go on before rubble start going down; someone’s coming. kvothe grabs his arm and apparates them at the opposite side of the scene, and though it all happens in the blink of an eye, the opposing gang allows them no break before they are trading hexes all over again. 

❝ you know, now would be a good time to tell me what we’re aiming for in here! ❞ not that he would tire this fast of a proper exchange of talent, but—whatever james has been sent here for it’s unknown to him, and god he’d hate to mess it up for him if the target has yet to be secured.

[lcvedriven]

❝ we carry on because we must, right? what’s the alternative? ❞  @thewrongsorts​ sirius & manon 

“i got a good fucking alternative for you.” he has grabbed the rest of the firewhiskey from alastor’s cabinet. what’s the man going to do, fucking drink it? and anyway, sirius had to update the wards now that they’re dead, and so he has the firewhiskey. 

and some other shit, but who was going to stop him? alastor? greylyn? ha! 

he pours a glass and downs it so quick he nearly cracks a tooth with the glas in his hand. he pours another. 

“what the fuck are any of us supposed to do right now? you tell me what we’re moving onto. war’s over.” all he’s known is the war; where the hell does he go from there? he had the war, then he had prison, then he had the war again. “i’m hoping he poisoned this against intruders or something, how about you?”