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Date: 2012-05-16 11:19 pm (UTC)~It Would Have Been Wonderful, Charles Strouse & Martin Charnin
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Date: 2012-05-19 09:16 am (UTC)There are scars all along your face, downwards, creeping down your neck, and I trace them with fingers (light, you’re holding your breath, but I can feel the pulse under my fingertip) and then lower yet. They stop, and I look up at you, but you turn your eyes away. I force your chin up to look at me – your eyes are brown (they used to be soft, but now there is only pain and emotion you do not want to show). You look at me, but you see nothing these days, I know that.
“Do not do this,” I say. I know you will not listen, but I plead anyway – I must, after all; I came all this way, and in the silence I think I can hear our little girl breathing in the cot (or I dream it, maybe, and hear what I want). “Do not.”
But you have changed, and we both know that. Your mother might have thought me shallow – but it is you who are. It is you who could not stand the force of your family’s expectations and left (just like your brothers, all of you, cowards) and it is you, now, who buckles under the weight of family (if you did not want it, why, why, did you not say so?) “Do not.” You will not listen.
She starts crying, and you go to her. She will grow, I will grow, you? You will not because you do not want to - you want the past too strongly. I fall onto the bed, thinking of brown eyes that danced under the Egyptian heat.
Mia/Slytherin/270
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Date: 2012-05-16 11:22 pm (UTC)I found you just the way I planned
We met and I wed my perfect prince
But how it all came true
I'll never understand
~Losing Track of Time, Hunter Foster
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Date: 2012-05-31 04:40 pm (UTC)SAM / HUFFLEPUFF
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Date: 2012-05-16 11:27 pm (UTC)~The Beauty Is, Adam Guettel
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Date: 2012-05-17 03:53 am (UTC)you can't go back ;; luna ;; pg
It feels like I'm lost.
Or like I'm spinning uncontrollably -- like when I was a little girl and Momma grasped my hands in hers and spun me around her body. A whirlwind, a tornado. The wind of witches, she laughed over the sound of air rushing in my ears and my hair whipping against my face.
It was fun then -- a game we played. My face red and arms tired, I begged her to keep going. Now it makes me sick to my stomach and don't know how to make it stop. I can feel the tears welling in my eyes and I think I am much too young to feel like this.
I am much too young for all of this. For my time in that basement. For my time with the Carrows. For the invisible scars that reach beneath my skin and into my very bones. But mostly I am too young for the soft, crying voice in the other room. It feels like the world might drop out from underneath me at any moment. I'm not fit to be a mother when I never even knew mine.
But when I close my eyes, Momma grips my hands firmly in hers and smiles. My beautiful witch, she sighs. You haven't been a child in a long time. But I want to be, I tell her. She still smiles but I can tell it's a little sad. She wishes I was still her baby, too. But we both know you can't go back.
caitie//hufflepuff//256 words
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Date: 2012-05-16 11:55 pm (UTC)frozen in deepest sleep, for only I to keep.
Now there ain't no hiding place on earth
that loneliness ain't been first.
- 4am by Cherry Ghost
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Date: 2012-05-17 04:02 am (UTC)When he was asleep and dreaming, you felt the most connected. That should have been your first clue but you never were good at admitting things to yourself. Instead, you watched his eyes move behind their lids and thought maybe he was dreaming of you. If you bothered to study much more on potionry, you'd problem know that his dreams weren't making any sense. Instead they were a jumbled mess of things before the potions interspersed with moments when he was in control of himself. He felt like he was trapped in a box that he couldn't see the walls of. You thought he was in love.
And your thought was the only one that matter. At least while you had the potion. Once he asked you what you were doing and -- even though he knew you were a wizard -- you lied and said cooking him something for dessert. After brewing, you ended up making a cake because you felt so bad about it. Lying to him made you feel bad. That should have been your second clue.
When he was awake and you weren't prompting him, he was a zombie. He sat and stared at nothing for hours at a time until you took your spot next to him. It was like a reflex how he reached for your hand. It wasn't like the old days when he constantly yearned for you. It was almost as if he wasn't thinking about it at all. You began to wonder if you messed up the ingredients in your last batch. But his eyes were full of love and you settled into the space beneath his arm with a kiss on his shoulder.
The third clue you misunderstood and that's when everything went wrong. You watched his eyelids flutter in the dead of night and your chest felt empty and sad. You were overcome with how much you loved him and you knew he loved you too. You kissed him awake. He reached his hand into your hair. You stroked his face and whispered a million apologies and with the most serene smile he said, "But I love you. You couldn't never do anything wrong."
You stopped giving him his potion, finally proving Daddy right after all these years -- you really aren't very smart.
caitie//hufflepuff//385 words
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Date: 2012-05-16 11:58 pm (UTC)and I won't betray the things that I hide.
There's not enough years underneath this belt
for me to admit the way that I felt.
- Lucky by Seven Mary Three
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Date: 2012-05-28 05:27 pm (UTC)Percy threw the fag on the ground, stepping on it and watching as the last of the redness disappeared into gray. It reminded him of his hair, now dark and matted –dirt and Merlin knew what had collected over the past week; he’d almost forgotten what water felt like on his skin. He watched, hazel eyes fixed on the building opposite, knowing that the charms he’d cast around himself, almost without thought, would keep him hidden.
A man came out, large and bounding. Oliver, he thought fondly, watching him walk towards what he knew was the direction of his flat. The man was practically skipping – even with Quidditch cancelled, Oliver gave everything to his new position as Auror, and that satisfied him for now, Percy would guess. Then, Oliver stopped suddenly, gaze jerking towards where he stood.
He moved further back, even though he knew Oliver couldn’t possibly see him. Oliver frowned, then shook his head, looking around him. “If you’re here,” Oliver said loudly, “then you should come out. I have dinner.” He paused, and Percy stood still, not even realizing that he was holding his breath. The second passed, and Oliver shook his head again. “Just stay safe,” he said, then added, “asshole.” The word was the kindest thing Percy’d heard in a while.
As Oliver walked away, the bounce in his step gone, the coin in Percy’s pocket burned for a moment. Percy didn’t sigh, he was past that stage, and wondered whether this was worth it.
Mia/Snake/250
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Date: 2012-05-17 12:04 am (UTC)I never thought about love when I thought about home
I still owe money to the money to the money I owe
The floors are falling out from everybody I know
- Bloodbuzz Ohio by The National
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Date: 2012-05-17 12:09 am (UTC)Baby I'm a man I was born to hate.
And when will I meet my end?
In a better time you could be my friend.
- A Bad Dream by Keane
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Date: 2012-05-31 03:51 pm (UTC)SAM / HUFFLEPUFF
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Date: 2012-05-17 12:16 am (UTC)So here's to drinks in the dark at the end of my road
And I'm ready to suffer and I'm ready to hope
It's a shot in the dark and right at my throat
Cause looking for heaven, found the devil in me
Looking for heaven, found the devil in me
Well what the hell I'm gonna let it happen to me
- Shake it Out by Florence + the Machine
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Date: 2012-05-17 03:08 am (UTC)Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and I feel so rough
No you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number
I guess that I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know
Somebody That I Used to Know by Gotye
Lindsay / Hufflepuff 1
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Date: 2012-05-31 08:18 pm (UTC)261 words
Severus slammed his hand into the wall of his dorm room, then angrily threw his wand , watching as it struck the chest of drawers before falling onto the floor with a loud clattering.
His cheeks still burned in shame and embarrassment. The sounds of their laughter, loud and mocking, still echoed in his head.
He hated them. He hated them more than he had ever thought it was possible to hate anyone. The rage he felt for them was burning a hole through his insides, and his fists clenched just hearing their names.
But more than he hated them, he hated her.
For leaving him. For picking sides. For choosing them over him. When he had been the one who stuck with her all those years. When he had been the one to teach her and protect her and defend her.
She was supposed to be his friend. She was supposed to be the one he could talk to, confide in. She wasn’t supposed to sit there and watch his public humiliation happen, with a look of pity and sympathy across her face.
And when it was over, she was supposed to care about him. But instead, she took the hand of his torturer and walked away. Like it didn’t matter. Like he didn’t matter.
Like he wasn’t the one who loved her. Who always had.
Severus slammed his hand into the wall again. He hated her. He hated them. But most of all, he hated loving a girl who would never again be the girl he used to know.
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Date: 2012-05-17 03:09 am (UTC)Day I've ever kown
Can't live for tomorrow
Tomorrow's much too long
Today - Smashing Pumpkins
Lindsay Hufflepuff 2
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Date: 2012-05-31 08:39 pm (UTC)“I think this is the best day of my life.”
Lily looked up at her husband and smiled. “Mine, too,” she said, as she immediately dropped her eyes back down to the little bundle wrapped in blankets in her arms.
“I can’t believe he’s really here,” she breathed.
“He’s perfect,” James said softly. “Just like you.”
“He is perfect,” Lily said, her finger tracing gently over the baby’s delicate features. He was fast asleep, his little mouth puckered in a tiny o, his tiny hand clenched in a fist.
“I just wish …” she started.
“Don’t,” James said. “Not now. Not today. Let’s just enjoy this.”
“But James …”
“But nothing. Today is about us,” he said firmly. “This is our moment, our dream. We’ll face the future tomorrow. The war will still be there.”
“I’m just so scared,” Lily whispered. She traced her finger over her baby’s little button nose. “I don’t want him to grow up in a world like this.”
James reached out and took his wife’s hand.
“Me neither,” he said. “But we’ll deal with that tomorrow. Today is about us. You, me and Harry. It’s all that matters.”
Lily nodded. It was hard to forget that outside their little hospital room, the
world was under attack, that things were changing and not in a good way. But James was right. None of that mattered right now. What would come would come, but for a perfect day, they were a perfect family. They had the dream they had always imagined for themselves.
Life, for a moment, was perfect.
Kristine | Puff
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Date: 2012-05-17 03:10 am (UTC)and this is crazy,
but here's my number,
so call me, maybe?
Call Me Maybe by Carly Rae Jepsen
Lindsay Hufflepuff 3
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Date: 2012-05-31 03:58 pm (UTC)SAM / HUFFLEPUFF
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Date: 2012-05-17 03:11 am (UTC)Do you know you're unlike any other?
You'll always be my thunder, and I said
Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors
I don't wanna ever love another
You'll always be my thunder
So bring on the rain
And bring on the thunder
Thunder by Boys Like Girls
Lindsay Hufflepuff 4
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Date: 2012-05-17 03:12 am (UTC)We were contenders, we're throwing the fight
But I just wanna believe, I just wanna believe,
I just wanna believe in us.
Okay I Believe You But My Tommy Gun Don't -- Brand New
caitie//hufflepuff
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Date: 2012-05-31 04:48 pm (UTC)SAM / HUFFLEPUFF
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Date: 2012-05-17 03:15 am (UTC)And I aim it at you
You must have missed it
You always do
The Writer -- Ellie Goulding
caitie//hufflepuff
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Date: 2012-05-31 04:10 pm (UTC)SAM / HUFFLEPUFF
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Date: 2012-05-17 03:17 am (UTC)Cold War Transmissions -- Anberlin
caitie//hufflepuff
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Date: 2012-05-17 03:44 pm (UTC)Lovers for a night, lovers for tonight
Stay here with me, love, tonight
Just for an evening
When we make
Our passion pictures
You and me twist up
Secret creatures
And we'll stay here
Tomorrow go back to being friends
~ Say Goodbye by Dave Matthews Band
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Date: 2012-05-17 03:46 pm (UTC)When nobody understands
You come and hold my hand, baby
You get me
You look inside my wild mind
Never knowing what you'll find
Still you want me all the time
Yeah, you do
'Cause you get me
~ You Get Me by Michelle Branch
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Date: 2012-05-17 03:48 pm (UTC)If you jump I'll break your fall
Lift you up and fly away with you into the night
If you need to fall apart
I can mend a broken heart
If you need to crash then crash and burn
You're not alone
~ Crash and Burn by Savage Garden
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Date: 2012-05-17 04:00 pm (UTC)Even Heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed:but won't you concede
Even Heroes have the right to dream
It's not easy to be me
~ Superman (It's Not Easy) by Five for Fighting
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Date: 2012-05-26 02:23 am (UTC)Meredith // Hufflepuff
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Date: 2012-05-17 07:25 pm (UTC)As he faded away
Don't put your life in someone's hands
They're bound to steal it away
Don't hide your mistakes
'Cause they'll find you, burn you
Then he said
If you want to get out alive
Whoa-oh, run for your life
3 days grace - get out alive
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Date: 2012-05-17 07:28 pm (UTC)And a vision to none
He can never get enough,
Get enough of the one
For a fortune he'd quit
But it's hard to admit
How it ends and begins
On his face is a map of the world
(A map of the world)
30 seconds to mars - from yesterday
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Date: 2012-05-19 09:32 am (UTC)A/N: headcannon is that all the snake-children knew each other pre-hogwarts, accept it, yes? xD
There was a promise in your words a very long time ago. When I was the child you would find under the dinner table (“Who are you? You’re not supposed to be here.”) and you were the girl who kept my secrets (“It’s my house, I can be wherever I want.”), you never let me down (“You start crying and I’ll meet you at the garden with all the chocolates I can get, okay?”).
You didn’t come to the garden, then – you went to the corner, ate most of them, and then came and gave me three chocolates. I didn’t mind. We found allies (“You like the cream pies the best too?” followed by a wildly goofy smile on a face like my own) and people so like us (“I’ve got a new dad, sucks.”) that we needed two tables to hold all of us under it after a while.
But we were the children of the lost; we were all we had.
But you? You went bad. We were all we had and we were crumbling, a stupid hat drawing lines and forcing us to do things we didn’t want to – and where were the days of pies and chocolates and white gowns flowing past us as we ran through crowded floors? Gone, as were you. These days will end in red and black (not unlike the sweet stains that would be smeared over our faces) and then, where will we be?
Gone, children of the lost with no table to hide under.
Mia/Slytherin/254
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Date: 2012-05-19 09:44 am (UTC)Movement. Quick. Whiplash. Quick, quick- I run, I feel as though movement around me is happening in slow-motion; adrenaline keeping me faster than I’ve ever been, fear making sure that my wand is held tight in hand, instincts turning me every way to get to the other side.
To the right. Now. A bright flash of blue. I barely know what I am saying; what spells are flying across me, by me, to me; things are too- Behind me. Quick. I duck. A body charges into me. A physical attack? Not a Death Eater – they would not use something that… Muggle. I fall. He falls with me.
“What are you?” He is screaming; crazed. I recognize him, one of the faces that had been up in the air – floating, masked figures laughing as he spinned, and then fell. “What the hell are you?”
My wand flashed before I can barely recognize it, and he is on the ground. “Not the bad guy,” I whisper, and then keep running. Something feels strange, and I raise my hand to my head. It comes off wet, only slightly red. Blood. Tears. Not the bad guy – but I do not know anymore. Choices must be made.
The left, a white mask. A command, a voice I recognize. “Go to your mother.” I freeze. Then, I keep moving. Movement. All the time. Fast enough and choices that must be made are left behind me and in front of me; with my father killing that Muggle and my mother fleeing instead of choosing or fighting. Just move.
Mia/Slytherin/261
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Date: 2012-05-19 09:09 am (UTC)We shine like a thousand suns
When all of the colour runs together
I'll keep you company
In one glorious harmony
Waltzing with destiny forever
-Dark Waltz, Hayley Westenra
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Date: 2012-05-26 08:06 pm (UTC)It takes her a while but slowly Susan begins to think that perhaps as a Hufflepuff she is one of the lucky ones and it might just the be Slytherins that are backed into a corner. It seems like madness when the thought first crosses her mind, like she has finally snapped and the corners of her mind and crashing down and dragging her into insanity. They are protected from the punishments that others receive and yet, not all of them revel in cursing their classmates, not all of them still walk around with their backs straight and their shoulders held high. Many cling to the shadows, try not to make eye contact, freeze when someone is put into detention as if they fear they might be the ones to carry out, and they only have each other to cling to for survival. Those who don’t share the mindset of Malfoy and his cronies, Susan slowly realises, are completely isolated from the rest of the school. The colours of Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Gryffindor run together now, one defiant mass of light that refuses to be put out, holding their ground against Snape and his henchmen, protecting each other no matter the house. Somehow it makes the green of Slytherin stand out more as well, because it doesn’t mix, doesn’t stand united with anything but remains divided from within. Crush or be crushed, is the choice her classmates are left with and there is nothing she can do about it. Reaching out will do nothing when the bridges are so badly burned. They are on their own.
Sam//Puff//266
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Date: 2012-05-19 09:11 am (UTC)Are the things that make you panic
Are your thoughts results of static cling?
Are the things that make you blow
Hell, no reason, go on and scream
If you're shocked it's just the fault
Of faulty manufacturing.
-Details in the Fabric, Jason Mraz