fabprew:

Fabian knew avoiding people wasn’t going to solve his current issues with Marlene or Sirius, but he couldn’t help it. He needed some calm in his life. He’d even been popping up at random on Gideon, but it didn’t stop him from wanting to hide away from the school. He just wanted to forget it all, to forget that he’d had his heart broken again, to forget Gideon kept getting attacked and Fabian couldn’t stop it. He wanted to hide, to let himself heal. Going home wasn’t an option, with people like Molly for a sister. She’d pry and pry until Fabian snapped at her, and he wouldn’t dare to that to her. Sitting on the Bench in the Transfiguration Courtyard, he was watching students go by in silence, the book perched in his lap, waiting to be read. Fabian wouldn’t let his eyes trace the words aligned in the pages, knowing his mind would forever be distracted from the woes of his life. “Fuck.” He muttered under his breath, letting out a low sigh. All his mates tried to put a smile on his face, and some even managed, but the expression would drop as soon as they stopped looking, knowing he couldn’t hold it up on his own.

The weight of the world finally was getting to him, affecting his very being. He didn’t want to prank, to drink, to hang out with his mates as he used to. He wanted to sit in his Tower, do his assignments, his patrols, and sleep. More than once Alice begged him for a quick game of chess, and he denied her. Being Heads with his cousin had a perk, but it didn’t help when the poor bird kept getting shut down again and again by him for activities. He snapped the book shut, knowing there was no use to it being out and open, he wouldn’t read it with his mind so distracted. Stuffing the book into his bad next to him, he gazed around the courtyard again, studying the students. Each of them laughing, playing in the melting snow, whilst he felt as though the happiness had been ripped from under him. Would he never go back to being his regular old Fabbie? He didn’t know. He was scared to ask himself that, fearful of the answer. He wanted to be normal, to be happy. To smile and mean it. Hanging out with Violet more and more in the Library, as the pair of them worked on their assignments proved to lift his spirits more and more, but the feeling depleted as soon as he left the brunette’s company, returning to his sour state before he’d found her.

He thought of his best friend, the red head to which, without her knowledge, had stolen his heart years ago. It killed him they’d never moved past the stages of friendship, each of them simply to fearful for the repercussions of the relationship ending. He couldn’t have a structured life without Isabella Duncan in it, Fabian knew that much to be true. Sometimes, in his darkest of days, she was like air to him, helping him and reminding him how to breathe. He loved that most about her. He loved everything about her. Shaking his head, he stood up, knowing his dull presence had been there far too long. His long legs taking him on a jaunt he knew no where of, he watched the school pass by him, one after the other. He missed being around happy people. His missed his life not being plagued by the rising war outside the school walls. Was he ready to leave in a mere few months? Would he see those whom he’d grown to love inside these walls over seven years? Would he see her after it was all over? Fabian couldn’t think of that, knowing the truth was too painful. Evan Rosier was determined on ripping his best friend from his life as soon as they finished, and Fabian could feel his heart shattering at the mere thought of it all.

Looking up, he stopped, realizing he was down by the lake’s edge. A low dock must’ve been charmed there from some students, as he observed the still surface of the onyx lake. It’d been a mere few days since he learned Izzy could’ve very well drowned here, and he knew more and more they needed to talk. He knew what they felt for each other was deep, building on years and years of trust, and he needed to tell her now, so he could move on with his life. Licking his lips, he walked along, his breath catching in his throat. There sat the red head who plagued his thoughts. His green eyes shifted, as she lightly kicked her feet as she sat on the dock. Letting out a shaky breath, he made his legs work quickly, crossing the wooden planks as he sat down next to her silently, throwing his bag behind him lazily. “Hi.” He whispered softly, giving Izzy a warm smile as he rose a hand, brushing the red strands that billowed in front of her face. Without hesitation, he pressed his lips to her forehead softly, wrapping his arm around her. “How’re you feeling, Iz?” He asked, his voice low, as he held his best mate to his side.

Love. What was it about love that Isabella hated so much? That caring feeling you felt for another person, when you let all your guard down and welcomed them into your mind and soul; when, unknowingly, you handed them the exact tools they could ever need to bring you down. You believe in them, you will trust them and blind yourself from the truth. What was love that made you want to lose yourself for just one person, regardless of what you originally thought was right or wrong? These thoughts rounded the girl’s mind time and time again, she had never gotten a quiet time now. With everything happening after the incident of the lake, herself being sent right to the Infirmary and staying more than just a couple of days, Isabella had been filling rather absent at the moment. Whenever a person spoke to her, she barely even paid attention, her eyes always wandered off to the horizons surrounding herself and the person, or people, she found herself with at the given time. Too many concerns for a little creature like yours, would be what her grandmother would tell her. And she knew of worrying, she herself had been in the muggle World Wars and knew what it was like to lose oneself in times of trouble.

But Isabella wasn’t in any world war, and she surely was not going to get into one either. The man who claimed to love her never showed up at the Infirmary doors, not even screamed her name from the entrance for her to at least notice him there. He didn’t care about Isabella, not as others would care about her. Not a single corpse in the world could prove his love to her, but only a simple release of him could make her believe that he wasn’t a complete twat. No, not even that. Even if Evan Rosier released her from the locks he’s had on her and left her right in her home, cosy, safe, and sound, Isabella wouldn’t believe she would be truly alone. She’d see him in the mornings at the breakfast table, the afternoons sitting beside her on the sofa, in the evenings when she’s trying so hard not to fall for the trap of the trees hissing their way through the window. It was as if she’d preferred to have the enemy closer than her friends. An enemy she still cared for, and she couldn’t hate it more. The drama, the angst, it made Isabella feel stupid and weak for falling into such traps, this, a cliché novel for others to unleash their turbulent ideals and fall into a pit of ridiculous fantasies they so irrationally loved, it was madness! Folly!

What would her younger self say? What would her mates say? What would Fabian, the only one to fully understand her, say? And then a sudden weight pressed against her chest. Isabella loved Fabian, there was no doubt in that, all the name calling and the “brother” slang, it wasn’t more than just a futile device to make her believe she would one day get over him. But she couldn’t, ever since she got to know him better; since she developed that first crush back in fifth grade, she realized that she couldn’t feel so strongly for any other person. It wasn’t that she found him attractive, and by no means she meant him being any unattractive either, but it was the way they spoke to each other, the serenity and wittiness, the teasing and adventurous days they spent in the woods. It was all the jokes and sleepovers they had, the secrets, the hugs. Their foundation was built not on sand, but wood, on something strong to keep their feelings plastered together, but just as strong as wood could be, it wasn’t strong enough. One scratch that would eat most of the tree, and it would go down without any hesitation. She loved the Prewett twin, but she had given him up when Glenda, her supposedly best mate, had developed an even greater crush on him.

Isabella sat by the lake with these thoughts in her mind, her face didn’t show much emotion to be honest, the tip of her nose remained pink while her cheeks struggled not to get any more prominent. And there he was, the very same lad she was thinking of, as if she had called him telepathically, or as if he had been brought right out of her imagination. With one sweet smile, she looked up at him, watching him sit down beside her, shaking up the chilliness that was quickly crawling from around her. “Hey,” it was as if his hand belonged there, brushing her hair back and wrapping around her slim frame, and just as he planted the kiss against her forehead, she pursed hers together, letting her head fall right at the crook of his neck, her hands still in her pockets. “I’m… alive,” she replied. She wanted it to be jokingly, but it came out as half serious. She always answered with those words, though, but right now, those same words affected her more than how’d she’d originally think. Closing her eyes for a while, she waited for him to speak again.

(Source: a-maraudermadness-hc)

messrblack:

little-red-cardinal:

Trollina, and actually, it wasn’t. I mean I only referred to her as Troll and Sirius liked it.

It’s a beautiful name and I won’t hear otherwise.

Totally beautiful.

canislytherinrosier:

Do you really and truly think I enjoy the hold I have over your family? I don’t. But I wasn’t going to you about it anymore. Would you rather live in the dark about it all? Do let me know what you want me to do about it. As far as I know, so long as I keep you by my side, I won’t run that risk. I refuse to let something happen to your family, because I love you, Isabella. I need you, I miss you. I want to be us again, love.

I couldn’t know, you’ve confused me with everything that has been happening. What are you talking about? Letting you know about what? Me wanting you to stop threatening me if I ever leave you? Because I honestly didn’t know if I ever wanted to come back to you, ever. Why am I even telling you this? … I-just tell me something… do you enjoy doing… what you do? 

(Source: little-red-cardinal)

msemmelinevance:

little-red-cardinal:

msemmelinevance:

I was nervous at first, but it’s so simple. Cecilia is the cutest fake baby ever.

You’re lucky. Troll is a little piss.

Wait, you named your baby ‘Troll’? Please tell me that wasn’t your idea.

Trollina, and actually, it wasn’t. I mean I only referred to her as Troll and Sirius liked it.

msemmelinevance:

I was nervous at first, but it’s so simple. Cecilia is the cutest fake baby ever.

You’re lucky. Troll is a little piss.