⌜rowan⌟ ⌞baek⌝ #HE15 — Hufflepuff retweeted
Replying to @pleiadesubaru_ @shoutingstare
明けはもうない。
どうか、眠る君に✕✕夢を。
「 ✦ END ✦ 」
🐈⬛. HEH.
Replying to @acxursedtic
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𝘉𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘳. 𝘈𝘬𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘶𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘪 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘳 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘳—𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘬, 𝗠𝗮𝗱𝗮𝗺 𝗔𝗻𝗻𝗲-𝙠𝙪.
𝘒𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘢 𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘩 𝘵𝘶𝘨𝘢𝘴𝙠𝙪 𝘴𝘦𝘣𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙖𝙞 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙚 𝙍𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙧.
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—but he forced himself onward anyway. Every breath burned. Stopping was not an option.
But then, a faint sound reached him.
He turned a corner and froze.
Someone stood there, half-hidden by rubble and firelight.
He knew that face.
They had shared the same dormitory. The same narrow space, the same late nights and half-muttered conversations.
For a heartbeat, he can’t moved.
@of_nightingales
“Protego Maxima. Fianto Duri. Repello Inimicum!”
Ia mengacungkan tongkatnya, seketika barier tipis mulai terbentuk di sekitarnya. Bergerak melindungi segala sesuatu yang di kehendaki.
Replying to @karunansara
Adrian menatap punggungnya yang menjauh, lalu menengadah sebentar ke arah langit.
“Semoga tidak banyak korban yang berjatuhan.”
[ Silakan rapalkan mantra perlindungan ke sekitar kastil! ]
Dia mengambil tongkatnya dan menghela nafas pelan, mau tak mau ia harus bertarung bukan?
Begitu memutuskan untuk tetap disini ia tau tak akan ada jalan keluar lagi baginya, namun ia suka itu.
Replying to @salveeregina
(cont.) maka bertahanlah! Kita basmi para hama yang menggerogoti sekolah ini!”
[ QRT bila kalian memutuskan untuk tetap berada di Kastil Hogwarts bersama Adrian, Natalie, dan Aiden! ]
[ 𝓨𝓾𝓵𝓮 𝓑𝓪𝓵𝓵’𝓼 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 ]
— @pleiadesubaru_
Rowan paused just outside the entrance of his dormitory, the murmur of the castle distant and muted, as though school itself were holding its breath.
The stone corridor was washed in warm light, and for a moment he wondered if he had arrived too early.
He adjusted his tie again, more out of habit than need, his pulse ticking louder with each passing second.
Then he saw him, @pleiadesubaru_
“Ugh, i hate this.”
He tugged at the tie around his neck, loosening it slightly, as if granting himself a bit more room to breathe.
He straightened his tie again, his fingers betraying a faint tremor.
Nervousness lingered in his chest, unnamed yet heavy. He drew in a slow breath and allowed himself a small smile.
“Sampai nanti juga, A-ling. Semangat!”
Dia balas melambaikan tangan dari tribun.
Replying to @secludree
kali ini, yaoling menyempatkan diri untuk memperhatikan tribun. lebih tepatnya, kepada teman-temannya yang tengah hadir untuk mendukungnya.
perlahan, yaoling melambaikan tangan pada mereka dengan senyuman lebar. seakan mengatakan, ‘sampai nanti!’





















