Rosekiller

{Day # 4. Nov. 7 2024, The day before the trouble of an oldly new married couple, :) }

Lily felt weird.

She couldn’t really explain it but-she just had this really weird feeling, it wasn’t bad- far from it, but she just had this want,
she didn’t know what she wanted but the more she looked at Pandora the more that want grew,
Her girlfriend had been talking about a call she got this morning, she seemed so excited but Lily couldn’t focus, and she knew the blonde could tell.

“Are you alright, love?” She nods, taking a sip of her ice tea. She had to snap out of it. They were having a nice afternoon, Pandora smiled and put her cup down, then looked back at her.
Lily couldn’t help but get lost in the other’s eyes. The blonde's one pale blue eye almost looked grey, and her one brown eye looked hazel.
Lily wondered if their child would have her eyes–wait child? Where did that come from,
though the more she thought about it, the more her stomach did a weird flip, they weren't even married yet, how could she think about that now.

“A penny for your thoughts?” Lily put her cup down and shook her head. “It’s silly-” Pandora cut her off by taking her hand and giving it a small peck, she looked back up at her with a soft gaze.

“Your thoughts aren't silly they're yours which means they're brilliant” Lily felt a warmth spread through her at those words.

She took a deep breath.

“Pandora, do you remember when we first met?”Her smile grew and she nodded.

“Yes, we met officially in my third year and your fourth year, it was in the green house, you were looking for a quiet place to study and I was trying to find these tiny little gnomes that were all around school, I tried to play my violin to lure them out –there were so many in that green house-oh sorry you were saying?”

She smiled at her.

“Yeah- and you started telling me about your theories on well, everything, I remember finding you so endearing, you always had an answer and a question about everyone, and you even played me a song until way past curfew, I remember leaving that green house with a tiny gnome and crush, and I didn’t end up studying” she felt her cheeks heat up.

“Right, I remember writing a poem that night” she looked at her girlfriend in both shock and amazement, of course she did.
“Do you still remember it?” asked Lily shyly.

“Of course I still have it with me, but I know it from memory–would you like to-”

“Yes!” oh god this was embarrassing, Pandora giggled.

“Ahem–A song of life, on one fateful night,

Brought two souls together,

Both were searching for something more,

Than an empty smile, and a mournful goodbye,

The moment you came into my life, I swear something inside me lit aflame,

With your fiery hair, and emerald eyes,

And a smile that could soften the heart, of all that are fortunate enough to gaze upon it,

An open mind that’s hard to find, and the patience of a saint,

And the loyalty of a soldier, you take on to much for yourself shoulder,

Still you stand tall and proud, with the temper of a small child,

And I knew from the moment, green met icy blue and brown,

That the girl that I am today, right now,

Is because of that wonderful smile,

Kind words,

And a name made fit for a queen,

Some might say this feeling may not last,

But you my love, may be my last for all eternity,

Your laugh is nothing short a beautiful melody,

Please allow me this one chance,

To show you my devotion, and feelings in one swift motion,

A kiss…” To say Lily was at a loss for words was an understatement.

“Lily? Are you still with me?” she nodded. Pandora smiled sadly. “Was it really that bad?”

“No, no, don’t ever doubt yourself like that, that was the most beautifulest thing I have ever heard, except for one thing-”she looked back at Panda with a smile.

“What is it?”

“I didn’t get my kiss” Pandora laughed and leaned in, the kiss like Pandora was magical, when they pulled back smiling at each other Lily wanted to spend the rest of her life like this.

“OH-I almost forgot, you sounded like you wanted to tell me something?” She nodded.

“I–Listen if this is something you don’t want to do I completely understand-” she cut herself off, Pandora sat there patiently.

“Pandora Selene Rosier-”

“Yes” Pandora slapped a hand over her mouth and looked back at her sheepishly.

“Sorry, It’s just when you said my full name I knew what you were going to say, if you have a whole speech prepared don’t let me stop you” Lily chuckled.

“Pandora Selene Rosier, Never in my life have I met someone as charming, kind, loyal, funny, smart, beautiful, and charismatic as you,
with every day you spend with me you continue to make me happy and proud to be your other half–I’ll save the rest for the wedding, but will you continue to make me the happiest woman alive by marrying me?”

Pandora let out a breath. “For you Lily Jane Evans, yes-” she cut herself off.

“Lily?”

“Yes love?”

“I don’t have a whole speech prepared or anything-but, we’re gonna need to get a bigger place, because-I know it’s not about beating anyone but I am a little mad that you didn’t propose earlier, so you have to make it up to me” Lily tilts her head.

“I’m gonna need to make a few calls”

Whatever her future wife had planned it could not be good…
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“Here are the keys and uhh–you know where his snacks are, the song Sirius sings for him is-”

“Moonage daydream by David Bowie, and Abba, or Queen I know–”

“Okay good-and uhh–he recently got into watching Hamilton, don’t ask me why and uh-”

“Remus” the man nearly drops his car keys.

“Yes?”

“Worry about your husband's doctor appointment, and I’ll worry about my god child's well being”
He rolled his eyes.

“Thank you Dora, I left some money on the kitchen counter you can order pizza, and uh–I don’t know how long we’ll be but if Fleur’s coming over-”

“Remus, go”

“But-”

“The only butt I like is Fleur’s, go” he sighs but manages a smile.

“Thank you again” he turns to Teddy. “I’ll see you soon okay?” the younger boy huffs, and crosses his arms over his chest, yup that’s Sirius’ kid alright.

“Bye Teddy” Sirius’ voice came softly, Teddy walked away ignoring both of his parents, Dora could see the hurt behind Sirius’ smile but it didn’t falter.

“I’ll see you soon Dora, thank you again-and if he gets fussy just put on Mama mia doesn’t matter which one” she nods, and smiles at her [distant?] cousin.

“Of course Siri, you two better get going now”

As they said their final goodbyes Dora walked into the living room, Teddy was on the couch pouting, when she sat down next to him he looked at her with tearfilled eyes.

“Are they gonna be okay?” she sighs and pulls him into a hug. “Of course Buddy, It’s a very short drive to the hospital I promise” he nods still unsure.

“Nymphy?” She hums. “I love my Papa, and my Dad too, you know that right?”

“I know that Little star” he nods. “Can I tell you a secret, you must promise that you won’t tell Papa or Dad”

“Okay” she answers simply. He lays his head on her chest.

“Some nights, Papa comes into my room and sings me songs, he only does that once he’s sure that I’m asleep, then afterwards or inbetween, I can hear tiny sniffles like he’s crying, then he starts talking in French”

“What does he say?”

“I know Papa doesn’t believe in god, he says that if there was one then why would they just sit back and watch everyone suffer,
he doesn’t pray it’s more like a beg, like his begging someone to let me forgive him, and he keeps saying that he’s not like her, he doesn’t want to be”

Dora felt her heart drop, she knew exactly who Siri was talking about.

“Teddy, will you do me a favour, love?” he nods.

“Will you please tell your Papa that you love him for me?” he pouts. “What if he’s mad about how I’m acting?”

She shakes her head with a smile. “ he could never be mad at you, how about you write him a note, and give it to him whenever you feel like it, like you always do on his birthday”

He frowns. “His birthday was the third, It’s the seventh”

“You didn’t give him a card now did you?” his frown deepened.

“Cette foutue femme” he mumbled.
[This Bloody woman]

She smiled. “You know I can understand French, right?”

“I know, I wanted you to hear that”

Like father, like son…
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Narcissa never liked her ex, they never got along not to mention the whole thing was arranged,
So when she got a call from him out of the blue she hadn’t told Alice about it, he just wanted to catch up over some drinks,
and Alice had work so what was the point in bothering her? She picked the place, it was a nice French cafe called ‘Chez Antoinette Victoria’ Alice took her there for their 2 year anniversary.

She arrived at the cafe first, since she came from a conference she was dressed pretty fancy, she wore a white silk shirt it had a very low v neck so she wore a black lace corset top underneath,
She paired it with emerald green slacks, black heels, and a silver butterfly necklace(If you know where this is from I love you Platonically).

He arrived a few minutes later, she already ordered them drinks..sadly she still remembered what he liked.

“Narcissa” he greeted.
“Lucius” she gave him a curt nod and sipped her coffee. “Care to tell me why you requested my presence?” Before he could answer the waiter arrived: she looked about in her early twenties, with long ash brown hair tied into a messy bun, icy blue eyes, tanned skin and white framed glasses, she gave the two a nervous smile.

“Excuse me-um here are your menus” The girl spoke with an accent that she couldn’t quite place. Narcissa smiled at her, she reminded her of Pandora when she was younger.

“Thank you” Narcissa answered, Lucius gave the girl–Irene (she looked at the name tag) a polite nod and smiled,
She gave both of them a shallow bow and left.

She turned back to him with a raised eyebrow.

“Well?”

“I’m going to be honest, your mother sent me here” she leaned back in her seat.

“Enlighten me, what does my dear mother have to say now? She knows I’m coming to her little family dinner in December right?” he nods.

“Yes, It’s just that she–she sent me here to tell you that-you can’t”

“Spit it out already”

“She doesn’t want you to bring Alice, she says that she needs to have one normal daughter there so she sent me here to see if there was anything left between us”

“Is there anything left between us?” he adds slowly.

Narcissa stares at him in disbelief and amazement, why was she amazed? Because both Her mother and Lucius believe that she would leave Alice–Alice yes that one her wife for the fucking latter?!

She would rather fuck a skunk and a shark at the same bloody time, and what the hell does she mean by normal daughter? If anything she’s not normal.

“I would rather die” he reached over the table and took her hand and someone grabbed his arm.

“Excuse me sir but I don’t believe she wants you to touch her” Narcissa looked up to see Irene with a weirdly innocent smile on her face, yup definitely reminds her of Pandora.

“And I don’t want you touching me” she sighs.

“Listen to me very carefully sir, I have tried really hard to mind my own business but she’s Narcissa Fortescue-Black like the real one, so I heard the shite that you said and I owe her Wife a solid so if I lose my job in the process I don’t give a fuck-”
“So I’m gonna tell you this once: let go of her” he does and her smile brightens, she then takes out her cheque book but not before someone from the kitchen screams that she’s fired.

“You know what since I don’t work here anymore, everythings free” Lucius scoffed and got up.

“I hope you realise what a mistake this is” (Brother Ew It’s giving toxic ex) and with that he walks away.

She rolls her eyes and turns to Irene.

“Thank you, Irene, right?” she nods. And Ciss gestured to the seat across from her, the other sat down obviously confused.

Narcissa called over another waiter and ordered both of them ‘Pear tarte tatin with mocha ice cream’ (I’ve never had it but it looks so good).

“You said you owe Alice a favour right?” she said once the desserts arrived, Irene nodded.

“Yeah, I uh–came here a while back from venezuela after my parents died, my mum lived here and left me some money, so I went to Hogwarts but back then there was a lot of discrimination against house’s,
people think that if your from Slytherin your automatically evil but Alice helped me,
she talked about you a lot so I looked you up and I fell in love with your designs–” she stopped.

“I always wanted to be a designer myself I went to school for it in college but they kicked me out because my designs were too–ridiculous as they put it”
Cissa nods.

“Do you still have those designs with you?” She takes out her phone.

Cissa found herself breathless at the sight. The dress was royal blue with butterflies.
It was a sleeveless dress with a short skirt.
The torso was made of lace and the butterflies were in a spiral around the dress.
At the bottom of the skirt was a light blue. It created an ombre effect along with the butterflies, it looked magical.

Handing the phone back Cissa asked. “Have you ever heard of Pandora Rosier?”
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[Article by Rita Skeeter.

This morning at nine the body of high school student: Shanon Mulberry was found in a abandoned apartment building, her mouth had been carved and replaced with Roses, her hands and feet were cut off, the police found her hands under the bed she was tied up on,
Her eyes had been flipped front to back and although there were no signs of sexual assault, the police did find paint splatter.

Ultimately indicating that the Rosekiller paints his victims after he has killed them, Mrs. Anna Mulberry stated that her daughter hadn’t been home in two days,
Nobody had seen nor heard from her, up until now that is, experts say that this was a spur of the moment kill without its usual complexity.

On this sorrowful day, we not only lost the life of a fourteen year old but also another seventeen year old Brad Coalman, who was the one and only witness to the murder, in an attempt to save Shanon’s life Brad lost his own with a single blow to the head, the two created art in the killer’s eyes, and a tragedy in our own… ]

A tragedy.

That’s what it is, that’s what people are calling it? Art, Is that what people think this is, no, It’s not this is something he can’t escape from,
Just like the first time, he remembered he was in school when it first happened, that day when he slit his father’s throat with the help of that judge.

He couldn’t stop after that, he wanted to, he really did, but it didn’t stop it never will, the image of stabbing that man's eyes out or cutting off that girls head, their all still with him to this day following him, haunting him, keeping him up at night,
Sometimes if he’s alone in the darkness of his room, he can hear them, he can feel them trying to drag him down.

And he doesn’t stop them, he wants to join them, he wants to know what it’s like on the other side, he wants to know what it’s like to–his phone vibrated next to him, he turned his head lazily, he felt the light disappear from his eyes, It was a notification:

Event!!.

Mama’s Anniversary…

He turned his head away, he had changed out of his clothes and burned them, he cleaned up the rest of well, Everything, it was kinda like a little tradition, everytime after he killed someone he always felt empty inside, like he was nothing.

Though that could be because he forgot to take his pills last night, who knows. He heard a soft knock on the door and immediately perked up, he knew that knock, he got up off the floor and walked to the door.

He smiled as he opened it, Evan stood there with a soft smile on his face, that same smile disappeared when he saw the state Barty was in, Bea let out a–what can only be described as judgemental–bark in Evan’s arms.

“This is not happening, get dressed” Barty tilted his head at his boyfriends{I giggled while writing that} tone, but nodded and gestured for him to come inside.

Barty went to his room as Evan sat on the couch, as he got changed, his gaze wandered to an old painting on his windowsill, he walked towards it and picked it up.

It was a painting of his mother, the first one he ever did when she was alive, it was the first and last painting he did of a live person, there’s so much…..colour and life.

“What’s taking you so–Bee?” he turns, Evan walks over to him and cups his face, he wipes away what Barty assumes to be a tear.

“Are you okay?” the blonde asks, as he looks into his eyes the only thing Barty can do is smile and nod.

“You're here, why wouldn’t I be?” the taller lets out a small scoff. “I’m not someone you can win over with sweet words”

“Yeah I know It takes a sign” he clicks his tongue. “Stop that–” his gaze landed on the picture in Barty’s hand, he kept a blank expression on his face but Barty knew he wanted to ask about it, so he saved him the trouble.

“It’s the first thing I ever painted, I did this back when she was alive” he nodded.

“You know what, since you're dressed-ish, I was gonna take you out but right now it looks like I should do something else to comfort you” Barty smiles.

“Should I take of my-”

“No-I meant cuddle” he chuckles as Evan pulls him onto the bed. It turns out Barty doesn’t mind being little spoon, in fact-he could get used to this and on the plus side ... .he can’t hear anything other than Evan’s voice and heartbeat.

If this is what it means to be alive, then he’d want to spend everyday like this…
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