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amell .
amell was used to stuffy ministry officials the ones who normally had an extra wand lodged up their ass , making it damn near impossible to sit down . so , when the witch sat beside him , he was understandably surprised . to make things even stranger , she seemed … decent . not to say everyone he worked with was awful , but they lacked the patience necessary to deal with his bullshit . he assumed the same for her . she just didn’t know him well enough yet .
“ me ? ” he asked , already knowing the answer . “ not a damn thing . ” liar . the people involved would say assault , but amell swore he gave a few verbal warnings . the asshole was practically asking for it . but despite the harsh nature of his words , amell was actually being respectable . the boy wasn’t bad , only easily provoked and untrusting .
“ okay , maybe i did a thing … but i ain’t admittin’ to shit . ”
lily .
lily evans was not a nosy person—- she just enjoyed being in the know . and if that was a crime . . . well then lock her up in azkaban and throw away the key ! so , when lily found herself staring at the young wizard , the witch could not help but let the theories run wild in her brain of what the boy could have done to be this on edge . despite the outward appearance of the young man , she felt herself begin to laugh at this musings .
he reminded her of james sitting outside mcgonagall's classroom .
even down to bouncing knee .
" that's what i always say . deny, deny, deny ! " the witch added , her mind replacing the all too cookie cutter office with the halls of hogwarts . her mind changing the scenery before her to the point that she could swear she could start to smell the kitchens and hear the babbling of the paintings . " you know i've learned , after my many years , they can't punish you if they don't have evidence . . . if you know what i mean , " lily countered , with a wink . her body becoming boundless .
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PRUDENCE NIGHT
chilling adventures of sabrina / 4.05
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florence .
once she recognized his voice, the young witch relaxed. it was familiar, something she had heard throughout the last couple of years. his voice used to cause a trembling of her hands, not really on purpose, it was more related to the actions that needed to follow. his voice used to mean, help, we have another one. florence really did hate the war. at times she felt as if she should have done more. maybe brewing and healing were not enough. though she knew it was the best she could give them at the time.
“ I bet the sky lights up. “ she cased a small smile his way. sunsets were one of her favorite things. when she could see them that was. “ oh, no worries at all. “ she had been in her head, nothing new for her.
brown hues took in his movements and caught sight of the small box. her brothers shared the habit, untruth she hated the smell, but ironically it had become of a soothing smell, it reminded her of her brothers. “ I will not utter a word of it. I asure you. I would have for someone to find me, so I understand.” during her time at the ministry she had found many spots where she could be alone. “ though i would be a bad person if I did not tell you how bad those are for you. but i do not mind at all.”
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alastor .
moody was not a man who was known for his laughter , but he could not the smallest chuckle from escaping his lips at the reminder . he may not heed any of the warning , but a small nod of acknowledgment was the most he could offer to the young witch . " i don't know how much it can light up with this english gloom , but it's quite the view , " the wizard countered , taking a long and slow drag of the cigarette . letting the smoke burn on the way down—- warming him from the inside .
the man hummed as a barely there smirk graced his features at her promise of keeping his secret , a secret . leaning his arms against the railing , he flicked the wayward ash . letting his eyes follow it all the way down . " they may be bad for me , but you must know how hard habits are to break , " he whispered to the witch , the smirk never leaving his cheeks . " i do have to ask though , how did you find our little hiding spot ? sneaking away from work , are we ? " alastor teased , tsk-ing his tongue .
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amelia .
tick tick tick. the sound was making her head hurt, did they really need a clock in this room? they could just use their wands to figure out what time of day it was. a wave of rage passed through the young witch, her hand twitched at her side. in another life amelia would not have minded being here. to be in the looney bin as the other auror’s called it – the uncultured one’s of course–. their mandated psychological visits needed to happened once a month and they always left the blonde w o r n out. having to use occlumency for an hour was something most couldn’t do. but she had not wasted her time in france. everything she did has a purpose.
once she was given the permission to leave, the witch let her feet wonder. sometimes walking would help loosen her muscle and let her mind come back to it’s normal state. being lost in her head, she almost missed the familiar voice coming from the room to her right, a small smile came upon her features.
“ oh my? has it really been that long since you’ve seen me?” eyebrows read and an innocent expression graced her features.
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dorcas .
dorcas could list on her hands the things that made her smile from just the sound of them . wind chimes on a breezy summer day , the sizzle of a home cooked meal , and sometimes even the sound of perfect ice in a glass . . . but the voice of her best friend would always be at the top of that short list .
halting her ministrations the young witch placed the vexing box on to the desk that was probably too messy to be in sight . " miss bones . . . i'll have you know that if my memory serves me , " and in dorcas' case it always does , " i saw you this morning . trying to balance many things in those tiny hands of yours , " the woman teased . leaning her hip against the worn wood of the desk . she couldn't help the grin that spread over her cheeks when she gave the witch a wink .
" this parcel is killing me . i can't seem to figure what it is or who it's from and . . . " dorcas started , trying to quell the nerves that were starting to bubble in her chest . the woman didn't want to assume anything and she needed to keep whatever nervous energy from radiating out , an all too common occurrence that usually ended with the feel of sparks at her finger tips and restless feet . " —– and i don't know if i should open it ! "
dorcas forced out the laugh that followed .
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gideon !!
he wiped his hands along the side of his trousers , the fabric doing very little to ease the sweating . he could practically hear molly going ‘ ewwwwwww ’ . hell , gideon was seconds away from doing the same . what the bloody hell was this ? nerves ? he had seen dorcas countless times before . granted now he donned his regular clothes a semi-wrinkled whitesnake t-shirt and a multicolored sweater knitted by an old friend back in america but it shouldn’t be that big of a deal . he only lied for several years . nothing to freak out about .
fuck .
FUCK .
“ here i go again on my own , ” he started to mumble , nodding his head to the imaginary beat as he walked closer and closer to her apartment . an elderly couple offered him looks of confusion , but gideon didn’t care . he merely pointed at them , making it a short serenade as they walked to opposite ends of the hallway . “ goin’ down the only road i’ve never known . ” his whispered singing paused as he reached her door . he had been there several times before , yet he remained frozen , fist raised . “ i ain’t wastin’ no more time , ” he continued breathlessly before knocking .
three things happened . first , the door opened and gideon leaned back slightly , arms out wide as an ‘ ayyy ’ echoed down the hallway as if he was fonzi in the middle of a diner . the second thing was that dorcas immediately slammed the door in his face , apparently not charmed by his abrupt appearance . the third and final thing was that one of her neighbors had apparently saw the whole thing , made clear by the tsk , tsk she threw his way .
furrowing his brow at the stranger , he returned his attention to the door . “ dorcas , c’mon . please , just … just open the door . ”
dorcas .
dorcas had a system for when she returned home from working all day . without fail , it started with casting revealing spells to put her mind at ease and then it was straight to dropping her bag on to the ground wherever she felt and kicking off whatever shoes she wore to allow her to ground herself for a moment . her system included making whatever food she could and falling asleep on her sofa until she woke back up in the middle of the night to move to her room . dorcas had a system and she rarely ever broke it , unless of course she knew she was expecting company .
there was a strange and soft buzz in her chest , every time she invited fabian prewett over to hang out . ever since their last year at the college together , fabian and dorcas had formed a new found friendship that she never thought would have happened before . however , here she was— awaiting the prewett boy to make his entrance . spreading out on her sofa , dorcas laid her head against the arm rest , taking a deep sigh . she would be lying if she wasn't feeling a small flutter in her tummy .
the knock on her front door , breaking her out of her peaceful trance . smoothing out the clothes she had wrinkled from her well worn couch , dorcas kicked her shoes from the walkway . the moment she opened the door , the young witch felt ever muscle in her body freeze and her brain stopped working . she did not even realize that she had slammed the front door shut until she threw her back against and held it shut .
gideon .
GIDEON !
his plead for her to open her door did not fall on deaf ears and in the same moment that her brain thawed from shock , it heated up in anger . the boy had not shown his mug to her in almost eight years and now he was at her door ! the audacity of the man ! dorcas felt every inch of her skin light on fire . wrenching the door open , she truly faced the man that had broken her heart all those years ago .
" what the fuck are you doing here ? " the young witch threatened , standing in the middle of the doorway dorcas cocked her hip, " you have some fucking nerve to show up here to—- does fabian know you're back in town i don't understand . . . " she trailed off , stepping just out of her door to look down the hall to see if the other prewett twin was apart of this .
" did fab put you up to this , huh !? did he think this was gonna be some funny joke to play since he was coming over here ! oh my godric , the audacity that the two of you brain dead zeros have ! you absolute drea— " she continued in her tirade , only just starting to realize that her outburst was causing neighbors to show their faces .
" come inside . "
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I think I thought if I talked to you about how—
—you walked away? Cause that’s what you did, Elliot.
LAW & ORDER: SVU | 22x09: Return of the Prodigal Son
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BRIDGERTON (2020-) | 2.03 “A Bee in Your Bonnet”
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King by Florence + The Machine
Art by Edmund Blair Leighton
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dorcas .
a fish bowl .
a fish bowl is the best way that dorcas could describe her day so far . not only was gayle in meetings all day which meant dorcas was , in her words , ' encouraged to take the extra mile today ' , during the long hours of free time she was facing , dorcas could feel the extra sets of eyes on her back . every one of gayle's upcoming meetings was waiting in the tiny little waiting area outside the witches office and all they could was stare at her . not for any other reason then that there was nothing to do while they waited , at least that's what dorcas was going to tell herself .
sifting through the envelopes , dorcas started separating them into little piles of ' important ' , ' not important ' , and ' definitely hate howlers ' . with each wizard and witch that passed through the office , dorcas offered friendly smiles and cups of water . it was only during the last meeting the delegate had , that dorcas found herself fiddling with a box of some sort .
it sounded hollow inside , yet was maliciously heavy . part of her wanted to rip it open , the other part of her ? well . . . she had seen far too many muggle movies to know that may not work in her favor .
" what are you ? " the young witch asked of the mysterious box . shaking it once more .
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florence .
being surrounded by plants always made her think of the FRAGILITY of things. a plant was powerful, it created the oxygen we breathed but it could be so easily destroyed; it was juxtaposition that always intrigued the brunette. at times it made her look closely at the people around her, who was near their breaking point? who could easily be destroyed? the war was over, sure, but in reality everyone was so fragile. this thought alone made her try best at being kind, she was not immune too odd spurts of bad moods; but her mother had always taught her other ways to release that energy, to harbor LIGHT within her. it was not always an easy task, but it made her who she was. besides being in her head was something that she did well, maybe too well at times. it had it’s pros and cons, as most things do. though she tried to always see the pros, no matter what.
all those thoughts passed as she people watched from the balcony of one of the ministry offices. once a week the research had a long meeting –too long-- regarding their next steps. florence could do with out it. she just wanted to be in the lab, to be fully immerse in her work. these “office tasks” bored her. her mind would often wonder during the hour. today was much the same, though after everyone cleared out, she went out on the balcony of the large room. brown hues had wondered what the view was like for weeks. taking her chance when everyone left and paid her no mind. after a couple of minutes of watching a voice startled her. the brunette turned toward the sound.
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alastor .
" you should pop out here again later , at sunset . . . it's a better view , " the auror spoke to the brunette . alastor moody was not normally a conversation starter . he was more of a nod of acknowledgement when he was around other ministry workers . truthfully , his intention was not to spook the woman or even find company on this little balcony , but beggars could not be choosers .
" i didn't intend to startle you, miss . . . " moody said , holding out his hand to the young witch . the scent of sage ? or possibly mint hitting his nose . the mint lingering just a moment to long , his entire chest feeling like it was sinking down to his knees . coughing out to clear the air , alastor yanked a package of cigarettes from his pocket .
" do you mind ? " he asked , holding out the little box to the witch . kate hated it so much when he did this , but when he could walk away from his desk to take a moment in the sunshine . . . he might as well . " i must have you know that you have found my hiding place , which means you can't tell anyone about it , " the wizard added , snapping his fingers to light the end of the tube up , smiling softly .
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amell !!
take a breather , marius said .
it made sense . sure . breathing was easy . hell , amell could breathe with the best of them , soaking up that high quality oxygen without problem . it was when he stopped breathing that things got dangerous . it meant his mouth was running a mile a minute , writing checks his broke ass couldn’t cash . the bastard just couldn’t help it . if people were going to trash talk him , naturally he was going to have something to say about it .
so there he sat , outside evergreen’s office , breathing . marius was discussing possible consequences for the young intern . clearly nothing worked in the past . amell took one step forward and three steps back . it was frustrating because he WANTED to do well , but fuck if his pride wasn’t his worst enemy .
“ he’s in a meeting , ” amell mumbled once he noticed a pair of fancy shoes wandering toward the office door . “ might be a while . ”
lily .
lily evans did not hate her job , really she didn't . HOWEVER , sometimes she left her ' bathroom breaks ' run longer than she probably should , but what didn't kill the minister wouldn't hurt her . it wasn't like the girl was the minister's assistant , but when her obligation dictated that lily come into the office , well . . . there was only so much that lily could handle in a single sitting .
today was different though , instead of spending her usual twenty minutes twiddling with her wand in the level 4 bathroom ( in lily's opinion , it was the nicest ! ), lily found herself wandering through the narrowed tile hallways of offices . if anyone asked , she'd tell them that she was getting ' those creative juices flowing ' which usually did the trick . the clacks of her heeled shoes almost drowned the sounds of the heavy breathing but the unmistakeable mumble of a young boy cut her from her slacking trance .
" huh ? " the witch asked , taking the intern in . the posture , the nail biting . . . it clicked ! " well , well , well . . . , " lily started , plopping herself into the cushioned chair next to the kid . smiling wickedly . . .
" what did you do ? " she teased , with a small giggle .
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“She hated saying yes. She was one of those people for whom yes is always an admission of guilt or failure. No was power.”
— Lighthousekeeping, Jeanette Winterson
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F.R.I.E.N.D.S (1994–2004)
S09E23/24 | The One in Barbados
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HOCUS POCUS
1993 | dir. Kenny Ortega
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ANGUS CLOUD as FEZCO
Euphoria 1.07 | The Trials of Tribulations of Trying to Pee While Depressed
Fezco, let's get this straight. You're, like, half a retard. You dropped out of school at 20, and now... you're a gangster. What are you, like, fucking Tony Montana? What's the plan? Hmm? You gonna be living in a mansion, fuckin' pet tigers and shit?
Go fuck yourself.
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