show me how to live

The Death of Brynn Holmes

nataliakrum:

“Cruccio.” Natalia’s words were precise, sharp in the crisp night air, piercing the semi-silence that had besieged the castle. The girl was on fire tonight – she had already gotten rid of enough filth to populate a small village, really. Her fingers ran over the wood of her wand, toying with it between her fingers. She had to admit, Brynn had put up quite a fight. Probably more than anybody else she was going to dispose of that night. “Liberacorpus.” Natalia enunciated, countering another of Brynn’s impressive blows. She took a step forward, her arm extending outwards. “You should know, Holmes, you’re the most stubborn waste of space I’ve ever come across. You should work on being more lenient with these things.” She said, her voice seething with sarcasm and daunting expression. “Not that you’re ever going to get the opportunity to.” She said, pausing a moment for effect. “Avada Kedavra.”  She managed, her poignancy magnificent.

A scream slipped through Brynn’s lips as a fire burned through her entire body. Her frame jerked violently in a series of convulsions, her eyes shutting as she felt them roll into the back of her head.  Her head swam with memories, no coherency forming in any unfortunate corner of her mind. Things came and went in time with her consciousness, for which she found herself fighting with all her might. First she found herself thinking of her parents. Her dear, loving, innocent, muggle parents. They had no idea what was happening, and they’d probably never know what happened to her, not really.

                Her entire body felt weightless, she was floating in a void that only she could occupy – the deepest recesses of her mind overtaking all of her senses. Graham – wherever he was, her best friend, someone she would miss probably more than anybody else. She remembered teasing him since they were ids, managing to shove him off at just about everything. Bella, too. The girls had been roommates, almost like sisters, and she loved her just as much as she did Graham. These thought could never be finished, though, as Brynn’s body went limp, and she was nothing but a carcass, a soulless carrier of spirit in a swirling pool of darkness.

samara-j-spurling:

Sammi couldn’t breathe. Her chest burned; her ankles burned; her head burned. Though she had those sensations, her body felt cold—frozen. In a muffled, far away voice she could hear someone telling her to stay with her; someone carrying her. Who was it? Who had been unfortunate enough to find her body? Samara’s blood dropped down her arms and legs dropping to the floor as the person ran towards—what she assumed—was the hospital wing. Was it Apollo? She struggled, peering up at the blurred profile of—Brynn. It was Brynn.

Her eyes glazed over, every breath slowly fading—slowly becoming the slightest of gasps. Her voice gurgled as she tried to speak. She was choking on her own blood. Sammi’s mind kept delving into the sanctuary of her mind. It was here that she took comfort in thinking about how perfect the night had been with Apollo. Had been; past tense. Now she was dying, unable to walk—to move. Would she survive this? Would Brynn make it on time? If so, would she be able to do the one thing she absolutely loved? Would she be able to dance again? Sammi’s hand clutched at Brynn’s robes as she slipped out of consciousness—hand then falling to her chest. She muttered a single word; the only one that mattered to her then, “Apollo.”

As Sammi’s eyes fluttered closed and she loomed into unconciousnes, Brynn kicked down the door to the hospital wing. Madame Pomfrey’s frail, old frame hurriedly rushed to Brynn’s side, and she lay Sammi down on one of the hospital beds. As nursemaids ran to her aid, Brynn turned to the woman to explain what had happened. “I.. I don’t know Madam, I was sleeping.. and I heard screaming, so I went with it.” She said, tears flowing freely now. She hadn’t seen the girl, but she was sure it was that piece of shit, Emily Carrow. “Will she be alright?” Brynn managed out, murmuring softly to Madame Pomfrey.

Moving again, back to where several people worked over Sammi, Brynn sat down, resting her head against the rail of the bed. “I’ll get those damned Carrows back, Sammi. I will. What the fuck, who does that?” She said, her tears purely of rage. It was probably because her parents had died of a similar incident — one of them (not the carrows, but a blood supremacist) had decided it’d be funny to murder both her muggle parents rather than Brynn herself. “You’ll be fine, Professor Sinclair should be here soon.” She said, not sure if the girl could hear her.

[hurriedly] Professor Sinclair, come quick! It’s Sammi! Please get to the hospital wing as soon as possible!

samara-j-spurling:

Samara screamed as her head hit the wall, the blood streaming down her face from another injury. She couldn’t really hear what Emily said over the ringing in her ears, letting out another whimper as her head was yanked backwards by the hair. She grabbed at Emily’s hands in a futile attempt. Just as her shaking fingers touched her burning scalp, her feet were kicked from under her and she landed on her back. The air was knocked out of her, the back of her head throbbing with pain. The tears were spilling out of her eyes as she tried to push herself up. She couldn’t say anything—her body—her mind was entirely focused on surviving; on getting away. Sammi clawed at the floor, only to be pulled backwards by the ankles. The blonde tried to kick at the fellow Slytherin, but just as she lifted one of her feet, she felt a hot white flash of pain in her ankles.

Sammi let out a bloodcurdling shriek as both her Achilles’ tendons were slashed, the blood already gushing out of the open wounds… Her vision blurred and she couldn’t tell where she was trying to go. The blonde continued to claw at the floor, the tips of her fingers bleeding as she tried to crawl her way away. ‘I need to get away,’ she thought. But her determination and blood weren’t enough. Her ankles burned, another scream leaving the girl’s throat as she was pulled up by her hair and thrown down the stairs. She tumbled down, head crashing against the stone steps; hips, back, ribs, and legs. The blonde finally reached the bottom, her back smacked down onto the floor and her head followed. She gasped for air, already feeling herself losing consciousness. It hurt to breathe; it hurt to move her fingers. Samara wasn’t going to ever sleep in the same room as Emily ever again—that is, if she made it out of this alive. Her green eyes closed, breath wavering, the blood pooling around her limp body.

Hearing a scream tear through the slience of the night, Brynn’s eyes fluttered open. She’d been late visiting Gabi and Harper, and she had gotten almost no sleep. But the scream had been so pure in it’s wake that it chilled Brynn, her entire wake rattled. She bolted out of bed and out the door, not sure where to go, the noise that was so desperate guiding her through the night. After a few moments that felt like the longest of her life, Brynn found herself standing straight in front of the slytherin common room. What the hell was the password? She scrambled through her mind of what it could be, and decided it’d be easier simply to shove through. “JUST. OPEN. Someone’s screaming inside, are you an idiot?!” She screamed, her voice trembling with what sounded like anger. 

As the door swung open, Brynn found herself in a scenario she would have never imagined. Laying limply on the floor was Samara, and Brynn’s eyes widened. “SHIT.” she said, kneeling down and inspecting the slytherin girl. Where the hell was everybody? It seemed as if time had melted from her precise mental calculation, but her voice was too sure as she spoke. “You’re going to be okay, I got you.” Brynn whispered, slowly slipping her arms around Sammi, knowing that it’d hurt her no matter how hard she tried to make it okay. She stood carefully, the girl limp in her arms, and began towards the hospital wing. “Stay with me, Sam.” She said, tears falling from the cusps of her eyelids.

ria-evie-pucey:

professor-sinclair:

ria-evie-pucey:

The Samara/Emily para… Basically she had another night terror and Emily decided to shut her up and ndosndnal ;___; I can’t even. Please go read for yourself

brynn shall save her BECAUSE I LOVE YOU BEKKA. no actually i love the apollo/samara ship so brynn is going to save her. pretend samara and brynn are good mates, okay? :3

Haha okay, but I’m not quite sure where Emily and Sammi are anymore XDDD idk id they’re in the Slytherin common room or idk… If she’s in the common room, then a Slytherin would have to save her. ;A;

Whatever I already started it so. And brynn just bursts down the door angrily after yelling at the doors. SO DEAL OK. because natalia would but she really would not.

bella-carter:

Yes! I was speaking to Graham the other day about it, are you?

Yeah, I am! Atleast it’ll bring some life into this deadbeat place. The Carrow’s have gotten things kind of depressing lately.

bella-carter:

Oh, I totally get what you mean, either everything happens or nothing happens. There’s no medium. I’m great thanks for asking. 

That’s good! I know, right? People these days, god. Are you going to the concert tomorrow?

perseusflint:

brynnholmes:

Ah, so you’re one of those unfortunate ones. [laughs] only kidding. well, partially, anyways. It’s very nice to meet you, Percy. And I daresay that’s changing as we speak. [cocks an eyebrow] 

Nice to meet you too, Brynn. Actually, it’s funny that we never talked before, because we’re both 6th year and Gryffindors. Huh. I guess I haven’t been social enough. [laugh]

I know right! But then again, I think we all need to be a little more social. I mean, it takes two hands to clap, doesn’t it? [smiles] So anyways, are you going to the concert tomorrow?

graham-clark:

brynnholmes:

Right. Because you’re always so stressed about the band.

A girl? Who?

Er… yeah, course I am! You must’ve just never, erm, noticed. [scratches nose]

It’s… it’s Roxie, okay? If you’re gonna scoff, I’ll let you know in advance that Charlie’s already done that.

Maybe I never comment. Or maybe that was sarcasm. [shoves and laughs]

Roxie? That quiet Weasly girl? Really, Clark? Who would’ve thought. [looks slightly confused and shrugs]

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frank-thelongbottom:

brynnholmes:

As the tall Gryfindor boy slipped into a seat directly across from her, she shot him a smile. “Well, atleast you didn’t show me up.” She laughed, noting his emanating nervousness. “You know what, I’m really glad you came.” She said, warmth seeping into her voice as she raised the glass to her lips, downing most the firewhiskey, the liquid sloshing down her throat and scathing the inside of her mouth. She shut her eyes momentarily, and open them again, a peal of laughter bursting from my lips. “You better not expect to be too sober by the end of this.” She said, looking up at him from behind the black eyelashes framing her eyes.

“Oh, really. Why so?” The boy watched as the girl drank down most of the drink, following the girl’s actions as he raised the glass near his lips, however only taking a few simple sips. There probably is no such thing as ‘a tad’, but he wasn’t going to give in and get drunk so easily. The liquid still gave him an unfamiliar feeling, but the slight burning passing by his throat reminded him of the times where he did get a bit tipsy. Shutting his eyes as the burning slowly faded in his throat, the pair fluttered open as soon as the laughter left the girl’s lips. Hearing the girl’s voice ringing by his ears, he let out a chuckle. “I’ll keep as sober as I can.”

“Because, Frank, you’re like unstepped on snow. Or like private property. It’ll do you some good to lighten up a bit.” She smirked, taking another swig of firewhiskey, only then realizing how completely foreign the idea of letting himself go must have been to him. She raised the glass to her lips once again, her eyes not moving off his face. He was somewhat entertaining, really, this boy. It took Brynn a moment to process that the tall glas was empty, and she chuckled at herself quietly. She thrust an arm in the air, waiting courteously as the bar maid approached. “One more firewhiskey, please.” She said, shooting the woman a polite smile before turning her attention back to Frank. “You can fight me, but let me let you in on a secret — it usually doesn’t really work out for people.” She grinned, leaning back in her seat and drumming her fingers against the tabletop. “So tell me, head boy, what would you usually be doing on a night like this?” She said, her curiosity getting the best of her. 

bella-carter:

BRYNN! How are you?! 

I’m doing alright love, thank you! This place is excruciatingly boring sometimes, though. How are you?

perseusflint:

Hello, Brynn, my name is Percy, and I am also another one of those people who you haven’t said a word to, but I’ll make sure that changes pretty fast. 

Ah, so you’re one of those unfortunate ones. [laughs] only kidding. well, partially, anyways. It’s very nice to meet you, Percy. And I daresay that’s changing as we speak. [cocks an eyebrow] 

I’m Brynn, remember that.

graham-clark:

Sure, okay. 

Nothing’s up — I’m just, er, a bit stressed. You know, with the gig on Friday and everything… and we’ve only just got our drummer.

I’m lying. There’s… a girl.

Right. Because you’re always so stressed about the band.

A girl? Who?

frank-thelongbottom:

brynnholmes:

Brynn tapped her fingers against the marble counter top of the expansive bar at Drunk Merlin’s, patiently waiting for her drink. She shot Vladimir a grin as he slipped the tall glass onto the table, and she took it graciously. Music spilled from speakers that hung at corners of the room, playing some song Brynn couldn’t quite put her finger on. Winding her way through the large masses of people huddled and fighting (or on a larger scale, embracing) intoxication, she managed to find an empty booth. Sliding into one of the sides, she placed the tall glass of firewhiskey on the table, her fingers running up and down it’s cold, condensed surface. She would wait for Frank before having too much fun.

Merlin, he was going to regret this, wasn’t he. The thought kept replying multiple times in his mind as he waited for his drink, standing right in front of the counter. The whole surrounding still gave him the unfamiliar feeling. Intoxicated people dancing with one another tipsily all over the area was nothing Frank sees everyday. His whole life he’s been careful- too careful, supposedly according to the girl he was planning on spending their time drunk with. As the guy- who seemed to be the Vladimir person- passed the glass of firewhiskey to him, Frank immediately shifted his way through the drunkenly swooning- it’s barely a dance anymore- and observed the many booths, catching a nearly empty one with a certain Gryffindor female. Heading towards that booth and gently putting the glass on the table, he took a seat. “Alright, I’m here.”

As the tall Gryfindor boy slipped into a seat directly across from her, she shot him a smile. “Well, atleast you didn’t show me up.” She laughed, noting his emanating nervousness. “You know what, I’m really glad you came.” She said, warmth seeping into her voice as she raised the glass to her lips, downing most the firewhiskey, the liquid sloshing down her throat and scathing the inside of her mouth. She shut her eyes momentarily, and open them again, a peal of laughter bursting from my lips. “You better not expect to be too sober by the end of this.” She said, looking up at him from behind the black eyelashes framing her eyes.

graham-clark:

Oh, we’re on surnames now? I must’ve really hit a nerve with that one, then — good!

A drink? Sure… where’re you thinking?

.. Maybe. Twat.

Drunk Merlin’s? You’ve been awfully moody lately, what’s up?

Brynn tapped her fingers against the marble counter top of the expansive bar at Drunk Merlin’s, patiently waiting for her drink. She shot Vladimir a grin as he slipped the tall glass onto the table, and she took it graciously. Music spilled from speakers that hung at corners of the room, playing some song Brynn couldn’t quite put her finger on. Winding her way through the large masses of people huddled and fighting (or on a larger scale, embracing) intoxication, she managed to find an empty booth. Sliding into one of the sides, she placed the tall glass of firewhiskey on the table, her fingers running up and down it’s cold, condensed surface. She would wait for Frank before having too much fun.

frank-thelongbottom:

What can I say? I’m careful. My definition of spending the nightime is studying, not partying. -laughs and quirks an eyebrow- …I guess it wouldn’t hurt. I am only going to let myself get a tad bit drunk.

Meet me at Drunk Merlin’s in five? There’s no such thing as a tad bit, love. But that’s alright, it’s cute. Studying? I guess we know who’s passing their owls.

frank-thelongbottom:

I don’t think so, Holmes. -chuckles- hangovers aren’t exactly my thing. Why drink when you can practically remember nothing the day after? Drunk? Never. Tipsy? A couple of times.

To enjoy yourself while it lasts. [nudges playfully] Eighteen years old and never been drunk? I daresay you’ve never lived, my friend. Well, there has to be a first time for everything. And who better to get drunk with than me?

frank-thelongbottom:

Here I am. -laughs- Oh schoolwork- I’m fine with them, except for that Potions essay bit. Drink? I’m not that much of a drinking person, but I guess I’ll tag along for a bit- and make sure you don’t do anything stupid.

Aw, c’mon Longbottom, lighten up a bit. I mean, just for once, do something stupid. Tell me Frank, have you ever gotten drunk?

frank-thelongbottom:

Well, I’ve been too into Head Boy duties lately. Good to see you, Brynn, I’ve been well. You?

You too! There’s you again - so dedicated. [laughs] I’ve been alright. Flooded with work that I may or may not finish. You up for a drink later? Gabi promised two free ones!

daniel-ryder-higgs:

I’m Daniel. Daniel Higgs.

And I’m Brynn. Brynn Holmes. But you knew that.

graham-clark:

Nice try.

Well, ‘cause he’s dreaaamy, isn’t he? [laughs] At least, that’s all I’ve ever heard the girls say about him.

Obviously, it was mine.

Dreamy? You sound like you don’t even know me, Clark. He’s really handsome, sure, I’ll hand you that, but I was thinking more because he’s no twat and he doesn’t give too much of a rat’s ass. Anyways, you up for a drink later?

graham-clark:

Oh, good one, but thinking of your face only makes me want to close my eyes even more!

Well, he’s hardly the strictest teacher in the place is he? And I’m sure I can guess why he’s your favourite teacher… [laughs] Yeah, she is — I’m not sure who I’m more jealous of!

And dream of me? Thought so.

Exactly. Oh yeah, and why would he be, then? [cocks an eyebrow]

graham-clark:

Course I remember it, I haven’t slept a wink since.

Well, you can cross Astronomy or Divination off straight away — but if I were to skip out on another Defence Against the Dark Arts assignment I think I’d be thrown into the boggart cupboard or something!

It’s okay, many of my admirers can’t sleep with the thought of me.

Oh please, being thrown into the closet would be so merciful. Atleast I’ve gotten on Professor Robinson’s good side. He likes me even though I’m a total slacker — i.e he’s easily my favorite. Or Professor Sinclair, I swear, that woman’s perfect.

graham-clark:

Yeah, you’re real charming. Who doesn’t love a girl who could tackle them and and nearly break their elbow just ‘cause they wouldn’t give her some of their licorice wands? [laughs] I’ve never eaten the things since.

Nothing, really. I’ve just got through a mountain of work, so I’m just chilling out, really. You?

Hey, you remember that? It was in like, first year. You always share now, so I daresay you learned your lesson, didn’t you? [shoves] And you’re right, I don’t know anybody who’d turn someone like that down.

Almost the same — I have a mountain of work to do and I’m deciding how much of it is worth doing. [shurgs]

graham-clark:

Oh, don’t remind me about how loud you are — like a foghorn, I swear! They could hear you on Mars.

I know! But it’s no wonder how people put up with me, what with my charm and all. Isn’t that right? Well what’re you up to today, then?

graham-clark:

Not bad, Brynn. Bit tired but a bit of the rock should wake me up!

There’s three things in this world that wake people up. Rum, rock, and me. So yes, your point can be proven true.

graham-clark:

Morning Graham. How’re you doing this fine day?

Well, isn’t everybody just brimming with enthusiasm today.

frank-thelongbottom:

Hey, Frank. Haven’t seen you in a while, how’re you doing?

dillon-finnigan:

I mean, I hope it is. I’ve sort of already said it..

It sure is, quiet kid! Hello! Haven’t seen you before, what a shame. Well, it’s nice to meet ya’, I’m Brynn. 

gabi-evangeline-mclaggen:

I’m fine, Bry.

Thank god. I was so worried.. why? You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to, though.

Gabi…

professor—bruce:

“Maybe you’re right. Ah, I’ve lost track of time! I’m sure she wanted to make you happy, my girl. And no, I don’t quite agree. I’d probably receive an old costume or something like that.” 

Yes, indeed. An old costume? Once I got an old sock — and yes, I said sock, not socks, mind you. It was singularly the left one. What’s the worst present you’ve ever gotten, professor?

gen-mclaggen:

Tell me it’s not true.

What happened? Is she alright?

lysander-felix-scamander:

Cheers to the Corner twins!

It’s true — for once I’m managing to enjoy a party at the school. How’re you, Lys?

professor—bruce:

“Maybe you’re right. Ah, I’ve lost track of time! I’m sure she wanted to make you happy, my girl. And no, I don’t quite agree. I’d probably receive an old costume or something like that.” 

But old costumes can be quite good fun! One christmas, when I was ten or eleven, my uncle decided to give me my own, already in my possesion lion costume. It wasn’t the best present, sure, but I did wear it again. What’s the worst present you’ve ever gotten, professor?

professor—bruce:

“A package? That’s magnificent! Haven’t you opened it yet? My fingers would be itching if I were you! I’m doing well, I still haven’t received any gifts for Christmas, I wonder why.” 

Well sir, most likely because it’s November and my mum’s a bit forgetful.. but she’s a good woman in intents. I’m sure you’ll get a ton of presents.

professor—bruce:

“Of course! I’m always in such a mood! How are you on this fine morning?” 

Indeed, sir! I’m doing brilliantly, actually. My mother sent me a package for christmas — though I told her it was almost over a month early. Nonetheless, it’s still sealed and it’s nice that she remembered me, actually. And yourself, Professor?

professor—bruce:

Good morning, professor! You’re in a sprightly mood this morning.

mollie—corner:

It’s rather weird.

Too true. I think everybody is just caught in one big hangover where they’ve decided to fall dormant to all other living beings.

professor-robinson:

He did? Well, he had more than enough stuff bottled up to go around, I guess.

Do you want to talk about it? Full teacher-student confidentiality, of course.

I suppose you’re right then. I do wonder what that all was though, but I’m certainly not one to intrude.

It’s not a big deal, sir. Both my parents passed away when I was young, and I lived with my awful, terrible, monstrous uncle. It’s over now, and that’s all that matters really.

forgiveness—is—futile:

“You always manage to amuse me. I never thought such an ill-performance existed. Ah, what more could I expect from a muggle-born?” 

“Probably much more than you do, professor. What seems to have upset you so?”

professor-robinson:

Well, he was always one to stay alone. 

Time has a way of repeating itself, I guess — even the bad parts. 

I suppose so. But he certainly stirred up a lot of bottled up emotion in some people here, sir.

Unfortunate and true, that is. I speak from experience.

professor-robinson:

Oh, thank Christ. I know he’s a messed up kid, but I wouldn’t want him to… you know.

Things have been rather stressed around here, yeah, Miss Holmes.

I don’t think I’ve ever actually held a conversation with him, but I wouldn’t want anybody around here dying anytime soon, so, y’know.

I still don’t understand why though. Nobody ever tells me anything anymore, ugh, I swear.