Annelinde’s little story: 

I don’t hate Maia and I never made the rp with Isabel to stab her in the back. When Maia wanted to shut the rp down and she was apprehensive of letting me take over, she was like: why don’t you start your own. And that’s what I did. I’m not gonna be in a rp which is dying because the admin doesn’t want to give it her 100%. I just wanted my own little thing and now I do. 

I never wanted to stab Maia in the back and I don’t hate her.. at all. 

And that’s it. With that I’m also leaving the map.. but I think that’s already clear. 

Time for a new chapter ;) 

Hello Marte! It has been a bit, hasn’t it? I’m doing well! How about you? 

A photograph is a secret about a secret. The more it tells you, the less you know.

"The belief in a supernatural source of evil is not necessary. Men alone are quite capable of every wickedness."

Evening!

With some model friends during the Paris fashion week, 1979

Hot in Hogsmeade

carrowsamycus:

Amycus didn’t notice the cracks on his mask, he just held her closer and rubbed a hand against her back, trying to warm her up a little. “Are you cold?”, he asked, slightly furrowing his eyebrows when she leaned more into him. He knew he was having a good time, probably more than he should given the situation, but he tried to remember this was all for a reason, and that was merely to get his revenge on her. It was difficult, though, to separate his previous feelings for her from the newfound ones. Amycus liked her, probably as soon as they exchanged their first few words, and it was surprisingly difficult to revert that instant… attraction? But he had to give it his best shot.

He rolled his eyes in his skull at Marte’s joke. What a stubborn girl he had found. “It’s never just two friends hanging out when they’re both hot as fuck and planning on getting drunk”, Amycus said putting another smirk on his face. He arched one eyebrow at her and softly caressed her chin with his thumb, mockingly, but yes, technically, she still had won that one.

The Slytherin seemed surprised with her suggestion at first and, honestly, he didn’t expect her to even want to play a game, but if there was something he never refused, it would be a dare. He loved to win almost as much as he loved to be right—maybe more. “A drinking game? What sort of drinking game?”, he asked and his blue eyes sparkled with interest. “I’m in. Bring it on, babe.”

Amycus chuckled at the sight of her blushed cheeks, well aware of what was going through her mind, or at least he had a pretty good idea, and guided her through the village. He didn’t say much except for when he pointed out a few places and added a small observation—at Puddifoot’s he laughed: “look at your dream date.”—until he walked past the Hog’s Head Inn and down the narrow street to a pub at the end. The small, round windows were dusty and frosted, and from the outside the place looked just as shady and dirty as some of the other outlets nearby, but he didn’t hesitate before walking through the door.

The place wasn’t crowded at all. There were a few men scattered between the few long tables and most of them raised their eyes to look at the newcomers, but lowered their sight again and minded their own business, just like Amycus expected; he recognized a few others, however, and greeted them with a discreet nod of his head. He laced Marte’s waist once again and guided her towards the bar where the man behind the counter stood, busying himself with cleaning a long line of glasses. Amycus placed a few galleons over the counter and asked for a couple of glasses. The man eyed him for a whole second, suspicious, but quietly pocketed the coins and replaced them with the glasses. Amycus grabbed them and headed for the stairs to the side. 

Upstairs, at what seemed to be a balcony, they found a few more wooden tables, but they were smaller and more scattered. He picked one far from the edge to sit at and placed the glasses over it. “What d’you think?”, he asked with a small smile, tapping the back of a chair and motioning for her to take the seat. “Regretting to let me pick the place?”

Smiling at his inquiry, Marte shook her head as a negative. ‘’No, but thanks, I’ll let you know when I am,’’ she whispered, almost touched at the way he seemed to care about if she was cold or not. His hand was rubbing her back, the heat of his palm seeping through the garments she wore. This was nice, enjoyable. It was surprising that he was the one doing this, but that didn’t matter, because for some reason she was happy he was the one. Still leaning into him, Marte actually hoped his arm would never leave its place around her waist. It was welcome.

She started laughing when he made the next comment. She didn’t expect anything else, quite frankly. ‘’So you think I’m hot as fuck, eh?’’ she grinned at him, very much pleased by this compliment. ‘’But I guess you’re right. Date is the best word to describe the situation we are both in right now,’’ she mused. When he caressed her chin with his thumb, her breath got stuck in her throat for a second. Goosebumps rose on her arms and she swallowed thickly. Marte turned her face away though, unable to look him in the eyes.

‘’Err, it’s a game and you have to say names of a celebrity and then the first letter of the last name of that celebrity has to be the first letter of the first name of the next celebrity. So I say Felix Summerbee and you say Salazar Slytherin. If you can’t think of a name, you have to drink until you do think of a name.’’ She loved this game. Marte had done it before and she dared to say she was pretty damn good at it. She was pretty sure he would underestimate her, because she was a girl and for countless other reasons, so he would never see it coming. ‘’Bring it on,’’ she repeated him, grinning.

Still grinning when he pointed out Puddifoot’s to her and joked about her dream date, she softly punched him in the stomach, feeling the abdominal muscles tense up. As they walked on she stared around her. She had never ventured this far into Hogsmeade. She usually went to the candy shop, drink a butterbeer with Celeste at the Broomsticks and walked back to the castle again. Looking up at Amycus, she realized he probably walked these streets a lot of times before this. With ease, he walked to his point of destination, his gaze not leaving the shabby bar at the end of the alley. Marte couldn’t help but raise her upper lip in disgust for a second. This was the place they wouldn’t be bothered? Was he going to get a room in this place, if that was even possible, or something?

As they walked through the door, he unwound the arm that was around her waist. It immediately felt empty. She shook her head, trying to shake that feeling. When she finally looked up into the bar, she felt ultraclean at seeing the grease on the tables, the dirt on the floor. She stood out, no doubt about it. They both did. She, with her long shining blonde hair and he, regal in his expensive robes. The people luckily went to mind their own business, but from the corner of her eye she could see Amycus nodding at some of the men. How did he know people who were coming here? This didn’t look like the crowd he usually hung out with. Marte ignored this, she didn’t want to get too involved in shady business like this. It would be safe to watch from the sidelines.

Amycus put his arm around her waist once more and steered her towards the bar. After he got two glasses from the bartender, they walked upstairs. It looked like a balcony, but there wasn’t much of a view. They went to sit at a wooden table more in the corner of the terrace, a secluded spot. A spot they apparently wouldn’t be bothered. He tapped the chair where she could sit and after smiling at him, she did. She left her robe on though, it might get cold on this balcony. ‘’No, not regretting. I’m just not so sure where you’re going by picking this spot. I didn’t expect it.’’ She shrugged as she looked around. 

(Source: undrowned)