Okay. All right. So. Whether you like this person, love them, hate them, tolerate them - someone else has disrespected them in a way you can't abide by. Friends, family, lover, enemy, it doesn't matter. You're rarin' mad and ready to tussle with somebody in their honor. Maybe they can't do it themselves. Maybe they like watching you do it. Maybe they don't care and you're making a scene. What's the deal?
WHO ARE YOU PROTECTING?
1. FRIEND You're friends. Of course you want to protect them. 2. FOE You hate each other. But sure as hell you're not going to let someone ELSE talk shit on them. 3. LOVER Someone betrayed your lover's (or lovers', we don't judge here) honor! TIME TO FIGHT. 4. FAMILY Protecting your family is natural, isn't it? 5. STRANGER You don't know them, but someone is being awful to them. Fix it. 6. OTHER Who else? I dunno, we're not the cops.
REVENGE METHOD
1. ARGUMENT Use your words to deliver a righteous smackdown. 2. FIGHT Or like, use your fists to deliver a righteous smackdown. 3. MURDER Woah dude, maybe calm down a little. 4. PETTY Little tricks, pranks, whatever. Make their life hell. But quietly.
As always, these are just suggestions. Make up anything you want, as long as you're having fun!
Which, of course, is an understatement, but this is a man who has died and said that he was fine. This is a man who has lived his life for other people and never really considered a life otherwise. It had only gotten worse since he'd become a father.
So of course once the dust is a little settled, he's going to be asking in rather sharp tones for his son. He's going to have an instinctive chill run down his spine at the mention of Azkaban. It's going to settle into something dark and worried and all too familiar by the time he arrives there. His voice only gets more and more clipped as they try to give him what feels like the runaround. It isn't until there's a barely veiled threat aimed at the man trying to redirect his attention that they finally let him see his son.
There's still something cold and all-too-attentive in his eyes when he's set down across from his middle child. Nothing about this feels right, after all-- especially not the men still in the room. The nervousness in his son's posture.
"Albus." Still angry. He winces internally at himself; forces his voice to quiet to something softer, "Are you all right?"
[ It had been an especially rough mission. He'd been gone for far longer than they'd initially anticipated, with far less than desirable results to show for it. He's worn, tired, in desperate need of a shower, and possibly also some serious first aid for the innumerable cuts and scrapes that dot his sallow complexion.
It's all he can do not to collapse right there in his office chair once he finally makes it back to the Ministry. Home holds the promise of hot water, though, and tea and Regulus. Well, okay, Regulus will still be at the office according to his watch (which still provids a direct and undetectable line of communication to Regulus when they need it), but if he hurries then he might make it back in time to at least make himself presentable before Regulus gets home.
He's just slid into his cloak – which alone is enough to ease some of the terrible ache in his drooping shoulders thanks to the charms Regulus had used on it – and made his way toward the lifts when he encounters one of his very least favorite people. Lucius Malfoy seems to do a double-take when he sees Remus, cold eyes sizing him up more shrewdly than he's comfortable with. Then, that obnoxiously condescending Malfoy Sneer crosses his lips (have they had the expression patented yet?), the scrutinizing look turning maliciously amused as they land on the expensive cloak. ]
Well, well... [ The drawl is derisive as always, and loud enough to draw the attention of anyone within earshot. ] Looks like somebody made an unfortunately impulsive decision. How many months salary did that cost you, Lupin? I'm afraid to say that it hardly matters what designer's work you choose to sully by wearing; you'll never be able to hide what you are...
[Remus clenches his fists in his pockets, ducking his head and attempting to ignore the taunt. As he makes to pass by Lucius, however, the man whips out his damnable cane, the sharp fangs of the snakehead snagging on hem of Remus' cloak and resulting in a horrible tearing sound that echoes throughout the hall. Remus stops dead, face white, and it's all he can do not to pull his wand when Lucius strikes his final verbal blow, dragging each word out as sharply as though they cut his tongue. ]
[He's always been short-tempered. He's always been impulsive. He's always been loyal to a fault.
So really, it should surprise no one that when a passing Slytherin insults Remus aloud and with intent, that Sirius turns around and punches him in the face, sending him sprawling to the ground.
There's a touch of a manic grin on his lips when he turns to Remus, even though a part of him knows he should be feeling bad for what's probably going to get him detention.]
[ At first, everyone had been angry at him. For insisting they all go on a trip, for insisting they put away their wands and do it properly when that'd been what allowed any of this to happen. Now there's an Azkaban-crazy Death Eater after them in the bloody wilderness that has all of their wands. They're practically helpless; James and Albus are the only ones with any real physical fighting experience, and Albus is the only one to have kept his skills honed into adulthood.
And now, it's Scorpius, James, and Albus all staring across the edge of a steep cliff face. There's a thin ridge they have to shuffle over to the other side, but they also have to do it quietly because they know the man looking for them is near.
He thinks Albus is Harry.
The fact Albus has only just recently started having to wear glasses doesn't help that assumption.
James is annoyed and angry and Albus can't fault him that, but he can fault him for the things he says. ]
"If you can't go across quietly, you can just go hide! We passed that cave a while back, we can loop back for you later!"
[ His voice is a hiss, and Albus shoves his shoulder irritably in response. ]
That's the stupidest fucking idea I've ever heard.
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