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| astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf DERFAEL ASHBURRY-HAWTHORNE | ORDER ALIGNED Derf had always known that he would find himself back at Hogwarts one way or another...just not like this. He figured that maybe he would pop in for a career day or maybe even get lucky enough to teach a seminar relating to his expertise in magizoology. ON the long LONG list of possibilities, he never imagined he would be darting from Hogsmeade up towards the castle to participate in a war for the freedom of all wizardingkind. Also...to find his sister. Not hearing from Celyn all this time and not being able to tell her officially that she was an aunt had been horrible, each day that passed making the part of his heart she occupied feel hollow. The Ashburry-Hawthornes and Bentleys were an incredibly tightknit family, after all. He was certain mum and dad were out doing their part somewhere else too. In fact, it had been his dad who had first tipped him off to something being...off with the world when he had relayed some of his experience at some spell competition where he had met a former Transportation head who had been fired from her job. Derf hadn't thought too hard about it at the time, these things did happen, but looking back now...just how blind to things had so many of them been?
A thought for another time. Presently he was trying to watch his own footing in the darkness while holding out his Lumos lit wand while ALSO trying to listen to Picketta give him directions. She was particularly bossy this evening and the former Hufflepuff attested this to her finally getting time just with him without Chloe or their daughter 'interfering'. It had not been an easy decision to come here, to fight. Well, actually, it kind of sort of was in the heat of the moment...but the actual act of packing himself an emergency bag like he used to carry with him during the years he took off on his magizoologist journey of self discovery had forced him to slow down and think. Think about leaving Chloe...think about leaving Briallen...think about what it would mean if the worst happened...but when he thought about Celyn, he just couldn't sit by idly. In fact, Chloe did nothing but support him. He still found himself wondering just how the universe had brought him to her, how he had come to deserve someone so understanding of his restless and chaotic with good intentions nature, but he had. And maybe...just maybe after all this, assuming the best, he might do something more with that.
More thoughts for another time.
The horizon glowed and there was a heavy smoke and stench in the air that quickened his pace. At a full sprint, Picketta chirping irritably at him for such a bumpy ride, Derf knew this odor and his heart thumped painfully in his throat. Breaching the forest and stepping out into the clearing just before where the wooden bridge OUGHT to be, Derf slowed to a walk and sort of just stood there for a bit. Stunned. He could just vaguely see bodies moving on the opposite side...but with no bridge to cross here, he would just have to find another. Just his luck, wasn't it? Clearly he had taken entirely too much time packing that bag and fretting over his choice.
"...we'll just...go around then..." He was speaking, mostly, to Picketta. Wiping his brow and now waiting any longer to catch his breath, Derf took off along the edge in hot pursuit of another means of getting to Hogwarts.
__________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back.........................................
But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... 
The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony
My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like |
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