#thewrongsorts

[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. 

[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.

[ofblackskies]

‘ oh , you’re giving the speech tonight? ’ (kingsley, for harry)

Harry absolutely stilled. Him? He was giving the speech? Was Shacklebolt asking him, or telling him? Harry had not been prepared for a speech, but as Mad-Eye muttered and droned on about how ‘this wasn’t my plan but it has merit’ and ‘the boy surprisingly knows what he’s doing’, Harry knew that Kingsley was right. Moody was getting ready to hand the reigns over to him, and he wasn’t ready. He wasn’t ready by far to lead an Order of the Phoenix meeting! Oh no. Leading one for Dumbledore’s Army was bad enough, but at least that was only with kids his own age. And besides, Harry hadn’t even made this plan! He had just… helped.

Soon, a hand was coming down on his shoulder and the weight of it made Harry wince. He knew Mad-Eye’s hand. He had clasped him over the shoulder like this many times before, but this time it was to shove him to the forefront of the crowd. This was punishment, he was sure of it, for insisting he was ready to join the Order. So there were two options. Either admit he was wrong and he wasn’t ready for this… or…

Harry cleared his throat. “Right… thanks, Profes- er. Moody. Thanks, Moody.” That was still weird. But he had caught his robot eye dead on and felt the annoyance at almost being called Professor again. “So erm… from what we’ve gathered, they’re going to be inducting students in the Forbidden Forest after the sorting dinner this year. We know that the school isn’t, er, going to be safe this year. Nothing is now. That’s a given.” He caught Kingsley’s eye and swallowed back his nerves a little. “But if we can get our feet on the ground in the places most likely to be used, then we can catch some current Death Eaters and save some students from making the mistake of becoming one. I know the forest well enough… and these are the three most likely locations.” Harry pulled up a rough map and cleared his throat again. “And this… is where I’d bet they’re going to show.” He pointed to a clearing.

[eglcntine-archived]

“ do you expect me to believe that you’ve changed ? ” // ??? // @thewrongsorts , James Potter

"Ha."

Severus scoffed, not the least bit surprised. Here comes James Potter, the audience's most beloved, to steal the show. His line delivered with an expert level of skepticism that Severus could not contend. No need to ask for their line when its already been taken. Nimue forbid if they were ever to say it themself. Their head would be had and not even by Potter himself.

Why should they justify their presence? Albus asked them to be as they are, not to play nice and pretend. Severus does not need to be anything more than civil when anything else would be well ignored and rejected.

With a wry smile, wine colored lips creased, they remarked with ease, sitting back in their office chair; legs crossed, and hands entwined upon their knees, "Why would I expect you to believe anything?"

Truly. It would be nothing less than foolish of them.

Time has treated neither Potter or Severus well. Be it the aging mind at all too young of an age, or the wrinkles and creases that are blatantly on display. Well concealed under a layer of makeup applied with the utmost precision on their part, skills well earned from years of caring for their mother. The clothes on their back is finer than anything Severus has worn when he and they were younger. An elegant witch's robe from an unknown tailor, coveting the finest shade of black. All consuming where strands of ink blended into the material with ease.

"You have your own truths," Severus pointed out, "What I say or believe means nothing."

"Spin your story, Potter," they continued, returning to their work at hand. Recording recipes improved by their own two hands to pass on to children who will never see beyond the written word society oh so worshipped well.

"I'm sure I'll play my part as intended."

[bewitchingbaker]

❛ today isn’t your day, is it? ❜ (manon)

@thewrongsorts

Chris sighed along with a low grumble of annoyance. Thanks to the spilled hot chocolate that stained his shirt. The baker couldn't be too mad, it was his own fault for moving too fast. Luckily, it was just him and Manon, so he didn't mind making the mistakes.

He grabbed a towel, carefully wiping up the spill from the table.

"When you're right," Chris began, "You're right. But it's only the second mistake of the day...nothing else could go wrong."

[lcvedriven]

“I think the cat just ate some tinsel off the tree.” (james, for sirius)

"shit, what?" he spins around from where he's decorating a dollhouse for harry. he bought it from a muggle store, but that's not good enough! he's got to update it. it's got to be wizardized. he's charming the doors to open when they're poked and the lights to turn on and music to play - which he's sure is going to positively thrill everyone. he might repaint the dolls to have little cloaks.

okay, so maybe he's making a dollhouse he wishes he had when he was little. that's the point of being an uncle, right?

"i'm not a cat healer." he is, sometimes, a dog and wolf healer. "you're going to have to poke through it's poop. that's a you thing now."

[auriibus]

@thewrongsorts

“so… are we not gonna talk about whatever you just nudged under the bed?” (james)

"Do we have to...?" Eris asked with a raised brow and tilted head, and an innocent look playing on her features as if that would be enough to deter her uncles line of questioning. "I think the real question here is: do you really want to know?"

[spellwrites]

❝ i’m just trying to help, all right ? ❞ (dung)

((tw for alcohol abuse: post-war Imogen has a bit of a drinking problem))

That someone she knew caught her drinking alone at the Hog's Head was bad enough...

Aberforth didn't quite count. He'd already seen her at damn near her worst, the summer she worked here after her mum kicked her out. Hell, the first time she'd ever spilled her guts - both literally and metaphorically - on alcohol had been at the bar just five feet away from where she sat right now.

In hindsight, she probably should have predicted Mundungus Fletcher showing up to witness her embarrassment.

That he caught her was bad enough. That he was offering her advice - or maybe just telling her to pull herself together for Merlin's sake... everything seemed to be filtering through molasses right now - that was worse.

Groaning, she dropped her head onto the table, her hair spilling out to hide her face from view. "Buggering shite fuck," she muttered.

The echo of her mother's harsh 'Imogen Adela, watch your tongue!' in her mind made her glad Mundungus couldn't see her eyes anymore with the way they welled up.

"No offense, but I really don't want to hear this right now," she said into the tabletop, "Besides, I probably won't remember it tomorrow anyway, so it won't do any good."

She hadn't meant to drink so much. Just a glass of firewhiskey or two to clear her head, and the next thing she knew, she was staring down empty bottle number… whatever this was. She wished she could say this was the first or even last time, but ever since the war...

"Tell Hurley I'll be home by morning, will you?"

[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 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. ❞

[eglcntine-archived]

❝ if we live through this, remind me to thank you. ❞ // ???? // @thewrongsorts , Kingsley

"Only if?" Severus jested in return, wry smile and all. Outside in the remnants of a garden rumored to have once been great and grand under the green thumb of Walburga Black.

Sirius must be most pleased at the state of it.

Severus, on the hand, feels remorse for the loss of life. Vegetation stripped of any opportunity to thrive by the loss of one.

They would care for it. Although, Severus supposed, Sirius would set the house aflame if they ever dared to leave a trace of magic behind. Nimue forbid if they lingered in this decaying home for anymore than a second. The mere act of breathing will strike Sirius' anger on their part.

With a cigarette dangling between middle and index, whisps of smoke made mindless patterns in the light of the night sky. A moment's break granted to them ever so graciously by Severus' master. They should feel humored that Kingsley would find it feasible to waste time with them of all those with greater social skills than what they possessed.

"Have no fear," they remarked playfully, holding their cigarette out in a silent offer. A wine colored stain to be found embracing the filter where lips showed love.

"I'll be sure to remind you to grovel at my feet."

They jest, of course.

[bewitchingbaker]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐀?  

Pink

cupcakes, sunglasses, pink sands, starbursts, pinky promises, flower crowns, ice cream. your essence is pink: you are vibrant and ambitious, an untrimmed flower. your energy is consuming; it wraps others up into your enthusiasm and influence. your gift is seeing things for how they truly are and shifting yourself to be the star of any situation. you are the pioneer. you are their envy. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of magenta, rose, wine, and orchid, who share your fluid social skills. you are also drawn to the even-tempered souls grey and brown, who will help you grow and learn how to ground yourself. however, you may struggle to get along with the questioning personalities of green and yellow who are too linear in their thinking.

Tagged by: @escapedartgeek

Tagging: @finalsurvivorgrp @siiinfully @thewrongsorts @hiddcnsclf

[lcvedriven]

I feel like I got hit by a car. (manon, for sirius)

"you got hit by a curse," he says, "which is sort of like a car, save for the bit where it doesn't have any metal, and it wasn't made by muggles, and no one is driving it. so there's a lot of difference."

he pulls off a winter glove with his teeth, as he's got both of his hands digging through his healing kit.

"have you ever been hit by a car? i've never been hit by one, but i have chased them."

[auriibus]

@thewrongsorts

Uncle Jamie

“ i’m afraid if i start crying, i just won’t stop. ” (l..listen....... james and eris talking about sirius' death maybe....??)

Eris sniffled herself, seemingly having cried herself dry yesterday night. She’d been a shell since the night Sirius had died, blank stares, hiding in her room, barely eating- she had almost forgotten, almost, that her uncle was also grieving someone who was essentially his brother.

Silently, Eris reached over and gently took his much bigger than in hers, turning slightly to look at James. “You should cry. You’ve been so strong for Harry and I- too strong.”

[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?      ”