Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts, Divination Professor, Leader of the Order of the Phoenix, Full Seer
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Post by piper gwendolyn steele on Jun 2, 2023 11:42:19 GMT -5
❝ | Five years since she'd lost them, five years since the world had exploded, five years since she'd felt any semblance of normal, or peace.
Happiness came and went, though Piper had known that when she'd lost Damien and her baby she would never be the same. She was no different than any of her friends and peers who had lost everything because of Death, not really. They suffered the same cruel fate of constantly living in the past, of daydreaming about the future that could have been. Even still, Piper pushed herself to focus on the present, to stay levelheaded in the face of the danger they constantly faced. She had failed to defeat Death before, and had failed to protect the lives of those most innocent, and she was paying for it with each passing day.
The Order's numbers had severely dropped in the years since Death made itself known to the world. Piper couldn't blame anyone other than herself for their departure - not that there was much left within the Order anyway. Piper still referred to the organization as such, was still referred to as its leader... but, it had been several years since she'd felt any connection to it other than obligation and duty.
She had to fix this, somehow.
The last few months, a constant dull ache behind her eyes had started. Piper was no stranger to migraines, given her Seer abilities... but, unlike headaches past, when she'd feebly believed it to be her Sight returning to her, this one persisted.
Maybe this time it meant something.
Piper had long since given up hope that she was ever going to reopen her Inner Eye, but the thought had grown in the back of her mind since the migraine in question had started. She kept it to herself - mostly.
But, it felt pressing now. There was a change in the air... she could feel it.
"Can you hand me that?" Piper asked, pointing towards the top of the mountain of books that rested on the table. She'd become a historian in the five years since the world had ultimately ended, hoping desperately to find something that would solve at least one of her problems. Marianna had become one as well, it seemed - the pair had rectified many of their differences, and were able to work together again.
They were friends again... and it had felt good to have that back, even if Piper still kept her at mostly an arm's length.
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Post by marianna elizabeth lestrange on Jul 23, 2023 14:57:19 GMT -5
you die, i thrive, and so it goes, Marianna couldn’t believe she was alive after five years. Had she bet on her own life, she would have guaranteed Death would have hunted her down by now, tortured and tormented her, and then slaughtered her. Yet after all this time she had managed to make it through, as had everyone she cared about, and that was good enough for her. She knew she was the least deserving of any of it, but it made her all the more grateful.
After much convincing, the Order had allowed both herself and Aurelius to go free, or as free as could be allowed. They were still under heavy watch, every action under scrutiny, but she didn’t blame them much for that. They’d done nothing before this mess to earn any kind of trust, yet times were desperate enough that there was no choice. Every person fighting Death mattered; the past was long gone. Piper’s return as a semblance of a friend had come slowly but they had much to discuss and more in common than they had before. All the years before had been a lie, and though she had not forgotten it, Marianna knew this time it was different.
Doing nothing but research into how to stop this madness had proven fruitless. She had turned her attention elsewhere after so many days of scouring book after book for anything they could use to take down the enemy at hand. It had grown tedious and she had resigned to the idea there was nothing they could do. They would all meet Death in time; now it was just roaming as it pleased. Yet Piper had not quite given up, still focused on her own task while she had been looking for anything on how to remove her Mark; concealing its beacon was taxing and she knew it too would be pointless eventually.
“Can you hand me that?”
Piper’s voice cut through the silence that followed intermetient page turning. The former Dark Lady lifted her head, green eyes narrowing at the woman across from her. Her cropped raven hair, which fell in soft waves just to her shoulders, shifted and fell in her face which forced her to brush them aside. The book in question lifted off the stack, gliding across the room, and landed easily on the table next to her.
“How is having magic still so lost on you?” |
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