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What have you seen, what have you felt? Your lips are closed, the curtain's shut- All that we can see is on your sleeve; All that we can see is on your sleeve. I know from time to time... That hope seems but a foreign land.
𝚕𝚢𝚍𝚒𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛 muggleborn │ third year │ hufflepuff
Liddie was torn between defending her parents- they were just doing what they thought was best, even if she did resent them for it at times- and throwing them under the bus- they acted like they'd never been teenagers, sometimes. To be honest, she couldn't even picture her dad as a child. He was so... grim and serious, all the time. She knew she annoyed him sometimes because she could be a bit chatty and giggly, but at least she wasn't as bad as Gabe, who was always starting trouble, either with his mouth or his fists.
"They're just very protective," the Hufflepuff frowned a bit, worrying at a tiny hole in the skirt of her dress with a fingernail. "They don't like me and Essie being away from them at Hogwarts because they think we might um...," She could hardly tell her friends that her parents thought they were godless, sinning pagans who probably sacrificed small children. "They just worry too much about us having bad influences. They don't really understand how the magical world works at all, so it scares them a lot," Liddie said lamely, not wanting to go into too much detail. If they heard how unusual her family really was, they might not want to be friends with her anymore. "Essie got our mum to sign hers right before we left for the platform one year; she was tired and she didn't really read it."
A distance that we cannot reach, a language we cannot speak- Your life is hidden in your skin, though not entirely so... Some things can't be kept, and through all the things we'll find out- In your words and in the movement of your eyes; The expressions on your face, the rush of your walking... With our closed fists we will feel like we've succeeded again.
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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xx↝ Ɯнєяє Aм I? Living Room xxx↝ Ɯнσ ιѕ Ɯιтн Mє? Connor, Rowan, Sadie xxxx↝ Ɯнαт'ѕ Ɠσιηg Oη? Go Fish and Guests xxxxx↝ Ɯнαт'ѕ ιη Mу Hєαɗ? Connor better not cheat
Colton and Connor had been playing cards in the living room, the younger constantly jerking his head at every little noise outside. Colton was miffed that his brother was waiting so much on a reply from his girlfriend that it was affecting their game. "Got any twos? ... Twos? Connor, are you still paying attention?" The older twin snapped his fingers, huffing quietly when Connor whipped his head back toward him. "Oh, um, yea, sorry. Twos? No, go fish." Colton grumbled about having to draw, but ended up getting his two anyway. Connor ran his fingertips over the top corners of the cards, clicking his tongue before asking about fives. Colton was just about to tell his younger brother to go fish when someone knocked at the door. They turned to the door, then Colton heard his mum frantically shuffle in the kitchen, so he called out, "I've got it, mum! And you, go fish... and no cheating!"
Colton set his cards down and hopped over the couch before pulling open the door. Standing there, was Rowan herself. She immediately greeted him, piquing the full attention of Connor from the couch. Apparently the younger Overton had invited her to stay... Oh well. He knew his parents would be cool with it. They always were. "Hey Rowan, and yea, come on in. Connor's been very impatiently waiting on an owl from you.... guess this is better." In just a second, Connor had crossed the little hall and felt around until his fingertips landed on Rowan's arm, before he drew her into a hug and a gentle cheek kiss. "Hey Ro, a-are you okay? I mean... your parents kicked you out? Was it.... was it because of me?" The younger twin bit his lip nervously, hoping he wasn't the reason for her parents' latest rampage. While they were talking, Colton slipped into the kitchen to alert their parents to their new guest.
Sᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏɴ, ɢᴇᴛ ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ, ʟᴏᴏsᴇɴ ᴍʏ ʟɪᴘs Fᴀɪᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇsɪʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴡɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜɪᴘs Jᴜsᴛ ᴘᴜʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅʀᴏᴡɴ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ Sᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏɴ, ɢᴇᴛ ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ, ʟᴏᴏsᴇɴ ᴍʏ ʟɪᴘs Fᴀɪᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇsɪʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴡɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜɪᴘs Jᴜsᴛ ᴘᴜʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅʀᴏᴡɴ ᴍᴇ, ᴅʀᴏᴡɴ ᴍᴇ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ Iᴛ's ᴀʟʟ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ, ɪᴛ's ᴀʟʟ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ, ɪᴛ's ᴀʟʟ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ, ɪᴛ's sᴏ ʀɪɢʜᴛ Sᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏɴ ɢᴇᴛ ʜɪɢʜᴇʀ, 'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡᴏʀᴋs, ʟᴏᴠᴇ Eᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʀᴍs.
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xx⇴ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? Home Sweet Home xxx⇴ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? Rowan xxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Engagement, hopefully xxxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? Why am I so nervous?
Connor had spent most of the early months in the school term writing his mother about his winter plans. Of course, the woman had given her full approval, then set into planning. He was going to propose to Rowan over Christmas holidays while the rest of the family was off on a trip somewhere. In this case, they ended up heading off to Cairo. There, he spent all his time with Rowan, preparing much more subtly around the house. He'd spent the day cleaning, or at least tidying up. Honestly, cleanliness was something that escaped him a bit. Since he still wasn't a very good cook (beyond toast and cereal, anyway), Connor had decided to call in a takeout order for dinner. Sure, his mum had left them several meals, but he wanted something... special. He stepped into the living room, carefully stepping around a table, and sat on the couch. He wasn't certain where Rowan was, but he called out. "Rowan, my dear, what did you want for dinner? We can do Italian, teriyaki, pizza, or something else. I dunno, we can call a taxi if you want to go out?" He didn't care what they ate, so long as he could ask her to marry him afterward. She was the woman of his dreams, and he wanted only to be with her the rest of his days.
Wᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀs, sᴛᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ'ᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ Nᴏᴡ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ, I'ᴍ sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ sᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ Nᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ I ᴡᴀs ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ. Uɴᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ Wʜᴇɴ I ʟᴏsᴛ ʜᴏᴘᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴛ Aɴᴅ ʟɪꜰᴇ ɪs ᴀ ʀᴏᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ɢᴏɪɴɢ. Lᴏᴠᴇ ɪs ᴀ ʀɪᴠᴇʀ, I ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ꜰʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ Lɪꜰᴇ ɪs ᴀ ʀᴏᴀᴅ, ɴᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ, ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀꜰᴜʟ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏ I'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ sᴛᴏᴘs ᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ, I'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀᴍ ɪs ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ Iɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ I ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ sᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ Wᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀs, ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ, ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ, ʜᴏᴡ ᴏᴜʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴇ Nᴏᴡ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇ sᴛᴀɴᴅ, ᴜɴᴀꜰʀᴀɪᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ Kɴᴇᴡ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀs sᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅʏ, sᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ Nᴏᴡ I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴍʏ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴡɪʟʟ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴏɴ, I'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ sᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ. Nᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ's ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴛᴇᴀʀ ᴜs ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ
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xx⇴ Wʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀᴍ I? Home Sweet Home xxx⇴ Wʜᴏ ɪs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇ? Rowan xxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ's ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴏɴ? Popping the question xxxxx⇴ Wʜᴀᴛ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs? I hope this works!
Connor wrinkled his nose when Rowan simply said she didn't care what they got to eat. That didn't help at all! "That's real specific, Ro." He grinned when she kissed his cheek, feeling a bit of heat rise to his cheeks. Once she was settled in beside him, he carefully draped an arm over her shoulder, trying subtly to pull her in for cuddles. It seemed romantic enough, right? After a moment, she lifted her shoulders, then said they should call in for teriyaki. He grinned, then called in, using the house phone. He'd been taught which buttons were which, and luckily, he'd also memorized the telephone numbers of several local take-out places. Most of them knew him, since the family lived in a rather small town.
Once the order was placed for two of the "famous" bento boxes, he set the phone back on the table and resumed snuggling Rowan. He flicked on the radio, some silly oldies channel kicking on. He felt the ring box in his pocket, practically screaming out. He was almost certain it was visible, despite it being a thin box. Maybe it was just his nerves overreacting? He tried to steady his breathing, not wanting her to grow suspicious. After about twenty anxiety filled minutes the doorbell rang, Connor hopped to his feet after gently pressing a kiss on his girlfriend's temple. When he returned, he had the bag in hand, a bright grin on his lips. He set everything out on the coffee table, then offered her a pair of chopsticks and a plastic fork. "Bon apetite, madamoiselle!"
As he began eating, the teen paused, finally deciding it was time to ask the biggest question of his life. "You know, I really love you, Ro. I really, really do. And a few years ago, I didn't think it was feasible for me to truly fall in love. I thought it would be cruel, y'know? To fall madly in love with someone who I could never see... he took a steadying breath, then continued, "but I realize now, I have seen you. I've seen you in ways no one could imagine. I've seen your worries, your fears, what makes you happy and sad... Even though I've never seen you in a normal way, I've never experienced a more beautiful person in all the world." He tapped his fingers along, setting his hand on hers. "So Rowan, will you do me the greatest honor I could ever hope to have.... and marry me?" He felt his face warm tremendously as he held out the ring box, showing the snake ring within. It apparently held her birthstone, which he figured would be a break from the norm of a diamond. She tended to like things outside the box anyway, so hopefully she'd like it... and hopefully she wouldn't deny him either.......
Wᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀs, sᴛᴀʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ'ᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ Nᴏᴡ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ, I'ᴍ sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ sᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ Nᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴇ I ᴡᴀs ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ. Uɴᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ Wʜᴇɴ I ʟᴏsᴛ ʜᴏᴘᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴍɪɴᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴛ Aɴᴅ ʟɪꜰᴇ ɪs ᴀ ʀᴏᴀᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ I ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ɢᴏɪɴɢ. Lᴏᴠᴇ ɪs ᴀ ʀɪᴠᴇʀ, I ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ꜰʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ Lɪꜰᴇ ɪs ᴀ ʀᴏᴀᴅ, ɴᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ, ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀꜰᴜʟ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏ I'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ sᴛᴏᴘs ᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ, I'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀᴍ ɪs ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ Iɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ I ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ sᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ Wᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ sᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀs, ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇ, ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍɪɴɢ, ʜᴏᴡ ᴏᴜʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴇ Nᴏᴡ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇ sᴛᴀɴᴅ, ᴜɴᴀꜰʀᴀɪᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ Kɴᴇᴡ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀs sᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅʏ, sᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ Nᴏᴡ I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴍʏ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴡɪʟʟ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴏɴ, I'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴɢ sᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ. Nᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ's ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴛᴇᴀʀ ᴜs ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ
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