—there’s a reason she’s just curled up under a blanket. She’s fucking dying—

She’s quick to nod, taking his hand before starting to hurriedly move, as quick as one would expect in the situation.

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑. 𝓔𝙇𝙇𝙄𝙎.@protectteachings.bsky.social · 3mo ago

“it’s a full moon and we haven’t found cassius.” pulling . “please come with me.”

Rickon?— she frowns, not used to him coming out so late— what? What’s going on?

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑. 𝓔𝙇𝙇𝙄𝙎.@protectteachings.bsky.social · 3mo ago

flying down in his raven form, morphing back to himself. grabbing her hand. “let’s go.”

—she’s peacefully feeding them some pork meat, it’s their favourite—

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑. 𝓔𝙇𝙇𝙄𝙎.@protectteachings.bsky.social · 3mo ago

and he’s going to her before anything else.

<— is currently feeding the thestrals in the castle grounds, with them being nocturnal and all

Yeah, he loves that vase

—sips coffee. Looks away—

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑. 𝓔𝙇𝙇𝙄𝙎.@protectteachings.bsky.social · 3mo ago

double looks. raises a brow.

I know- she whispers, refusing to elaborate on such an statement, already deciding she's told too much in such a few words and consequently going back to her coffee

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑. 𝓔𝙇𝙇𝙄𝙎.@protectteachings.bsky.social · 3mo ago

leans closer and whispers. “torture will do that to a mind.” take note , kids.

Whatever happened to that man, he's scarred and traumatised - she shakes her head- poor soul

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑. 𝓔𝙇𝙇𝙄𝙎.@protectteachings.bsky.social · 3mo ago

he looks at her and then back to his friends. nodding. “though, aurelius didn’t used to be so jittery.”

-leaning toward Rickon- Is this the usual between...them?

Step down he says — laughing hysterically as she goes back to bed—

—biiiiiig yawn, head poking out the door to see what’s going on—

A ghost.

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑. 𝓔𝙇𝙇𝙄𝙎.@protectteachings.bsky.social · 4mo ago

a ghost, apparently

—blinks— Who’s that

they’ve always been this gay

You’ve spent the last 25 minutes scratching at a man’s door.

-Sighs- Dont worry, we are discussing dragons today, she will have a nice time

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑. 𝓔𝙇𝙇𝙄𝙎.@protectteachings.bsky.social · 4mo ago

wonderful offer. thankyou, my love.

oh so Im the babysitter

—Stretches. It’s been a long day—

Harlow for fucks sake-

She’s grinning, softly, leaning to kiss the corner of his mouth as her arms wrap around him in a gentle hug, attempting to keep him warm —My sweet, kind man— she whispers, — I don’t know what I’d do without you

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑. 𝓔𝙇𝙇𝙄𝙎.@protectteachings.bsky.social · 4mo ago

“i do not care where we have it, i care about that you’re warm and there with me.” he smiles, turning his head to kiss the palm of her hand.

I am, it’s freezing in this place— she hums, gently bringing her hands to his cheeks, caressing the skin with the pad of her thumbs— why don’t we move our tea time to my room? I do not possess a great desk but I’m pretty sure we both could benefit from the fireplace and the coffee table next to it

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑. 𝓔𝙇𝙇𝙄𝙎.@protectteachings.bsky.social · 4mo ago

“do not be concerned about me, love. i don’t tend to get cold much.” he starts buttoning up the shirt to provide even more warmth.

Rickon you are going to freeze— she whispers, although she does not resist it, always compelled by his gentle instructions. Not only is she warmed up, but the so familiar scent wrapping around her skin already makes Sile feel better even if the shirt looks quite big on her

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑. 𝓔𝙇𝙇𝙄𝙎.@protectteachings.bsky.social · 4mo ago

while she does so, he does not hesitate to unbutton his shirt. not a single pause as he removes it and puts it around her. “arms in.”

Whatever gives me any warmth— she stutters out, straining her hair with her hands before getting rid of the sweater, only getting colder as the freezing air meets her already gelid skin

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑. 𝓔𝙇𝙇𝙄𝙎.@protectteachings.bsky.social · 4mo ago

“do not do that, you’ll only make it worse.” he tells her. “you will have to remove the wet clothing.” a clear of his throat. not wishing to make her uncomfortable with such a personal suggestion.

—she’s dripping wet by the time she gets back, rubbing her drenched sleeves in search of some warmth —

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑. 𝓔𝙇𝙇𝙄𝙎.@protectteachings.bsky.social · 4mo ago

he has blankets ready.

Don’t worry about me, it’s just rain, now go, if you get sick, you will have to keep your distance with Ms. Chulaínn to avoid getting her sick too, and I’m sure you’d hate that

✲ | 𝘈𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘐𝘙 𝘓𝘠𝘕𝘕@vincerequaesitor.bsky.social · 4mo ago

“i would use the umbrella charm to help you , professor. but i don’t have my wand.”

Now, go back to the castle before you get toasted to a crisp

Quidditch practice? Called off Her? Dripping from the fucking rain

—she is already coming down to the pitch on Dumbledore’s orders to stop practice. Silé is not amused.—

✲ | 𝘈𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘐𝘙 𝘓𝘠𝘕𝘕@vincerequaesitor.bsky.social · 4mo ago

wood.

Who is the stupid student they have for captain?

✲ | 𝘈𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘐𝘙 𝘓𝘠𝘕𝘕@vincerequaesitor.bsky.social · 4mo ago

IT HAS NOT. IT HAS NOT BEEN. HE IS FLYING BLIND.