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*bottles up emotions* this coping shits easy

#𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖌. rebel you’re the sun never burning away.

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#𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖌. rebel you’re the sun never burning away.

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                                  𝖔𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖆'𝖘 𝖇𝖆𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘

                                𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘺                            𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺                   𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘶𝘯, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘶𝘯!

When Harry disappeared, Olivia tried her best to help the Order -- yet none of her sources could say whether the Wraiths had captured him. It looked like as if it had been planned by them, then the mission was even more than top secret, since most people within the organization could not say where he was; that is, Potter's whereabouts were of interest to both sides.

Olivia first found out about Ron's disappearance just moments before hearing from her sources on Harry’s. She received a message via patronus from the Order saying that he had not returned home after work. Everyone assumed the worst and the Krum-Wood did not think twice about disapparating to Grimmauld Place and taking part in the search parties organized by the members. Being in a small number, they were unable to find something, so she returned to the headquarters.

Desperate to help with some intel, the woman contacted her most trusted sources for the second time in a short period of time to see if they would return with any piece of information. Joining the leads received with those of the others double agents, the members managed to find out about the kidnapping planned by the Wraiths.

While members of the Order went to the Graveyard to rescue Ron, Olivia stayed at Grimmauld Place looking after the students. It’s not like she was excited or happy about it, though there was a dilemma hammering her mind: all she wanted to do was go out and fight alongside her colleagues, but if she did, she would end up ruining her cover as a double agent and therefore become useless and have to withdraw from her position as an Auror.

In the meantime, the students who secretly call themselves "Erinyes" arrived at Grimmauld Place with an injured girl, apparently having been harmed in battle. The woman does her best to use her healing knowledge to aid them. 

She speaks briefly with Dove @avengger to find out how she was doing.

After making sure of the well-being of the youngest, the Krum-Wood turns to her longtime friend Zeppelin D’Eath @zeppuhlin for distraction. She then confesses feeling restless and dissatisfied for being there doing nothing, prevented from acting. That's when he says that if she is really feeling so bad about it all, she could always take polyjuice potion from the Order's stock and join them. That stuck with her.

Liv then turns to Lily @lilyii to see how she is. The girl asks her to not put herself in danger and stay.

Olivia also talks with James @jamxssirius. They talk about the whole situation. The woman confesses that she is very tempted to follow the plan suggested by Zepp and go to the Graveyard too. He asks her to stay safe at Grimmauld Place, no matter if it means to be powerless and how hard it is, because not only could her cover be blown up forever and ruin everything she worked for during so long, also he wouldn't forgive himself if something happened to her too. It is he who convinces her to finally stay.

Later, when James comes back to the Grimmauld Place with Ron trying to escape from getting killed, he accidentally ends up splinching himself. Hearing the noise (and being on guard), Olivia goes to his rescue and gives him dittany, therefore saving his life.

#𝖉𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖔𝖕𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙. i made it through the darkest part of the night & now i see the sun rise. #clearly i made a big deal about this lmaoooo #peeps if i wrote something wrong abt what we planned hmu #i might add more ?? im still talking out w some people #so if u want hmu too laksdks

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ｔａｇ  ｄｕｍｐ

𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖌. rebel you’re the sun never burning away.

𝖉𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖔𝖕𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙. i made it through the darkest part of the night & now i see the sun rise.

𝖛𝖎𝖘𝖆𝖌𝖊. one girl swaying alone stroking her cheek.

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖙. my best habit’s letting you down.

𝖕𝖔𝖛. and don’t you worry about what the bitter hearts are gonna say.

𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖙𝖘. what we could be.

#look who finally did this #i should be ashamed lmaooo #𝖉𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖔𝖕𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙. i made it through the darkest part of the night & now i see the sun rise. #𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖙. my best habit’s letting you down. #𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖌. rebel you’re the sun never burning away. #𝖕𝖔𝖛. and don’t you worry about what the bitter hearts are gonna say. #𝖛𝖎𝖘𝖆𝖌𝖊. one girl swaying alone stroking her cheek. #𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖙𝖘. what we could be.

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nail biting | throat clearing | lying | interrupting | chewing the ends of pens | smoking | swearing | knuckle cracking | thumb sucking | muttering under their breath | talking to themselves | nose picking | binge drinking | oversleeping | snacking between meals | skipping meals | picking at skin | impulse buying | talking with their mouth full | humming/singing to themselves | chewing gum | leg jiggling | foot tapping | hair twirling | whistling | eye rolling | licking lips | sniffing | squinting | rubbing hands together | jaw clenching | gesturing while talking | putting feet up on tables | tucking hair behind ears | chewing lips | crossing arms over chest | putting hands on hips | rubbing the back or their neck | being late | procrastinating | doodling | shredding paper | peeling off bottle labels | forgetfulness | running hands through hair | overreacting | teeth grinding | nostril flaring | slouching | pacing | drumming fingers | fist clenching | pinching bridge of nose | rubbing temples | rolling shoulders

bold which habits your muse has

#𝖉𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖔𝖕𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙. i made it through the darkest part of the night & now i see the sun rise.

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im too stubborn to die

#(( inspo )) #tw death #tw death mention #𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖌. rebel you’re the sun never burning away.

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*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

#shes the cutest #(( visage )) #𝖛𝖎𝖘𝖆𝖌𝖊. one girl swaying alone stroking her cheek.

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#2018 mood

#(( inspo )) #i mean??? relatable #𝖒𝖚𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖌. rebel you’re the sun never burning away.

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        etta was never one for the holiday breaks, as she usually spent the majority of them  alone,  with her parents always going on vacation  without  her and her siblings busy with their own grown-up jobs. of course, there was the  annual fawley family reunion  at the turn of the new year,  and her siblings  do  try to make the effort of visiting her,  but aside from that she hadn’t much to do except lock herself in her room, drafting quidditch strategy after quidditch strategy,  and she’d already drafted an entire  binder  full of them. 

      which is why she had come to the decision of personally delivering gifts out to friends who live close by,  like a modern-day  santa claus  of sorts,  except instead of delivering the presents by sleigh and flying reindeers,  she uses an enchanted car and a chauffeur.

       olivia krum-wood was the first name on her list,  and to say that etta was  buzzing  with excitement over seeing her friend in person and catching up with her was an understatement.  they rarely met in person,  with etta off at hogwarts and liv with her job,  but they still kept a close correspondence,  mostly over quidditch,  and etta had come to see her  as an  older sister  figure in her life— something she  definitely  needed, considering how her own older sister acted more like her  mother.  and by the time the car had pulled up outside liv’s building,  she’s practically bouncing in her seat, hopping out of the vehicle to race up the stairs to liv’s flat.  

       “    liv!   i have  SO MUCH  to tell you!    ”

                        seeing the first familiar face in a long time made olivia positively excited; added to this is the fact that it is quite easy to get carried away by the presence of etta, mainly because in her company the woman felt transported directly back to her Hogwarts days, when all she had to worry about was winning the quidditch cup. liv saw her enthusiasm reflected in her friend's eyes, which made her grin. 

                        liv let etta enter the apartment -- she had done a general and quick cleaning so as not to scare the fawley with her extremely disorganized habits. the loft was large enough for one person, but relatively small: a kitchen just barely separated from a small dining table; a living room crumming with books in piles; and lastly stairs leading to the bed on the top “floor”. the design was simple and functional, but the broad view of Covent Garden was worth every penny paid on the property. “i want to hear it all! how's hogwarts? how's quidditch? and don't leave anything out!”, demanded olivia, with genuine interest. “oh, by the way, where are my manners? do you want tea, coffee, something to drink?”

#(( inter )) #w/ etta #timestamp: december 26th 2025

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Olivia was barely meeting Harry’s eyes, but he was at this point getting used to that. He didn’t question it. He supposed they had worked together, possibly closely, and that probably accounted for her behaviour. “You make it sound easy to act as if nothing’s happened.  Trust me, it’s impressive.” Harry was smiling faintly. In a way, her description had amused him. It was a sort of undercover role he had, he just wasn’t doing as good a job as she apparently was of acting like the person he had once been. Everyone could see through him - or so it felt. Eyes on him, all the time, even with her - that look as if to say, you’re not him. Why aren’t you him? I wish you were him. 

Still skeptical as to how a summoning charm would save his life, Harry nonetheless nodded along with her explanation, the wand he’d been given waiting lifeless in his hand. It sat there uncomfortably, nothing like an extension of his self as it had been described to him. He realised that was completely different from the way Olivia held hers, as if she were ready for action at any moment. Quickly, he mimicked the movements she was making, trying to match the level of force Olivia had used. His mind wasn’t really on the spell, however, and leapt at the opportunity when she asked if he had any questions. “There’s another I’ve read about - they gave me a few textbooks to look through.” Harry skipped mentioning that he’d struggled to make it through most of them, flicking from page to page impatiently. Maybe before he’d enjoyed that kind of thing, but now he wanted to be doing things, not just reading about it. He wanted to be useful, and though he was sure Olivia was only following orders, he felt like he was ready for more. “Something about a stunning spell - would you consider that a more difficult spell?” 

                    before seeing harry again, olivia had only heard about how weird it was to communicate with someone who had no recollection of past events; not in his case in particular, but when studying the effects of memory spells, the woman was impressed by the reports of how the person might even appear to be someone else. even so... even if potter didn’t know who she was and how much he taught her, it was difficult to hear and see him and discredit that he wasn’t the same man. it was as if at any moment he could laugh and say that he remembered everything and that it was all just a play. thinking about it could be childish and unprofessional, but inevitable; still, liv avoided as much as possible trying to make him uncomfortable, or tried as little as possible to collect some kind of remembrance from him. liv didn’t want him to think she was only there in hopes to make his memories come back. “well, as you can see, i am obviously very good at lying”, she grinned. olivia did not want to appear heroic or to receive praise; she did what she did because she needed it for her conscience, morals and belief in herself, not because it would bring her any personal gain unrelated to simply being able to live with herself. 

                   olivia watched harry repeating  the movements; she was happy that what was being sad made some sense and that she was able to convey that knowledge in a useful way. moreover, she also noticed in him a certain eagerness for the practice. of course, she thought to herself. if olivia were in his place, she would feel the same; especially if she was protected to the extreme, as was his case (even if it was for the right reasons). this reflected directly in the question he made, with which liv was impressed. “it's certainly more used in battle, yes, but i wouldn't say it's more difficult. actually, along with the disarming charm, it's one of the most common spells in one-to-one combats. the conjuring charm demands more concentration,” she explained.

#(( inter )) #w/ harry #timestamp: december 27th 2025

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who: olivia + @zeppuhlin

when: january 6th 2026

where: grimmauld place

                          there was no angle to the whole story that made it seem less chaotic. harry and ron's double disappearance was a valuable loss for the Order; it was not yet known whether the two events were connected or what could have happened to them, at least not from what olivia had heard from her sources. she knew it would be discovered sooner or later, after all, she isn’t the only double agent the organization had. obviously, as soon as she received the Order's call, liv promptly left her loft in london to join the grimmauld place and look after the younger ones while the others split up to look for the missing.

                        naturally, olivia had to stay in the safe house. she understood perfectly why, of course; but that didn’t mean that she would be less frustrated about it. she hated having to stay there “doing nothing”, she hated that while the others were risking their lives, she was there with her butt sitting on a couch, playing nurse with the students. her thoughts -- the same ones she had a hard time controlling during her time as a double and infiltrated agent -- threatened to take control of her actions and olivia was trying to convince her mind to simply give in when someone opened the kitchen door and liv came face to face with zepp. she saw him  just a few days back, but it seemed like a century ago because of all that happened in between. seeing him was actually a great opportunity to get distracted. “i swear i'm going crazy. you need to distract me or i swear imma blow this bloody cover and go in search parties with the others”.

#(( inter )) #w/ zepp #timestamp: january 6th 2026

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Dove huffed, not being able to help her bitterness from making its way out. She didn’t even care about keeping it in — the other could think she was a bitter hag all she wanted;  Dove didn’t care. “It sure is,” she said, agreeing. She tried to think of any positive things going on in her life right now, and only thought of the Erinyes, of revenge — and could that be considered positive, really? “Trying times, right?” She wanted to shiver at her own words, cringing as they left her mouth, but this small talk was easier to deal with than her own thoughts, she supposed.

“Yeah, me either. This entire year, honestly,” she smiled grimly. Dove took in the other for a moment, considering this plan of theirs. Then, she stuck out her hand. “Introductions first, though. I don’t drink with strangers. I’m Dove.” If the other wanted her surname, she could ask, but she wasn’t going to give it freely. Longbottom – that just made people think of her dad, her dad, her dad, and Dove preferred to not be known, tonight.

                       “trying is a understatement”, olivia replied, raising her eyebrows slightly and looking at the floor, avoiding to look at the girl -- a habit she developed in that last year. it could be a silly thought, but often liv refrained looking people in the eye, not because she was ashamed to lie, but because she was afraid that locking eyes with someone for too long, even if with the most clueless person in the world, her facade would finally be revealed in its obvious transparency and the krum-wood would be seen as the big joke and walking travesty she was. therefore, conversations like that, with someone who didn’t know her name and her position in the Ministry were so expected; it was a relief not to worry if her words were real enough, good enough, not too incriminating.

                        while listening to her, olivia couldn't help but wonder what could have happened to make the girl's year so bad. they were at war, so it wasn't exactly an amusement park for any of the sides -- everyone lost at least something. even so, she remained silent. it was better for them to remain anonymous, so her story would no longer be one to add to the diverse ones she heard during those years, one more reason for her to keep putting her family and her friends away. truth be told, some days liv just wanted to not to be a double agent anymore; she wanted things to go back to normal, to spend the holidays in the krum-wood’s househol and exchange gifts with the people she loved without having to hide and create a great tactic for that to happen. still, olivia knew deep down that what she doing was right and she needed to just keep going. “yes, how rude of me. nice to meet you, dove, i’m olivia... and your next drink is on me. happy new year,” she grinned.

#(( inter )) #w/ dove #timestamp: january 3rd 2026 #tw: alcohol

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who: olivia + @sagediggory

when: january 7th 2026, before the graveyard battle.

where: grimmauld place      

                  it seemed impossible that the day could get even more hectic and confusing since olivia received the news of ron and harry's double disappearance and the search parties left grimmauld place. even so, a few hours later, fate proved her wrong; a group of students injured after fighting with a wraith and a seriously injured girl was certainly a worsening scenario and addition to chaos. at that time, the members who stayed behind had not only to care for the knights, but now had another group of wounded to supervise. they were all allocated in the different rooms of the former black’s mansion and the remaining adults took turns to make sure they were okay.

                 olivia was mainly dedicated to the task of distributing spells and potions so that the spirits and health of the wounded could be restored. she climbed the noisy stairs to the second floor and entered the second room on the right without knocking on the door. there were some young people there. “sage?”, she called, seeing one of them raise their head. then she approached, holding the potion bottle in her right hand. “i was told you could use some blood-replenishing potion. i hope it makes you feel better,” liv wished. as much as she was torn between wanting to fight them and sympathizing with the feelings of anger and the desire for revenge, she worried immensely about their state of health. they were just teenagers, after all.

#(( inter )) #w/ sage #blood tw #lemme know if this is okay <3

[krumwood]

who: olivia + @gildedcomforts

when: december 26th 2025

where: olivia’s loft (london)

                    the coming holidays meant a lot to olivia. first, it implied that she could finally breathe, even if only a little. it wasn’t impossible that the wraiths were monitoring people outside the ministry, but it was decidedly more difficult to do so. since olivia wasn’t raising suspicions and still worked in a department mostly composed of lestrange’s agents, it was possible to assume that she would be left alone in those two weeks off work. second, it also marked another commemorative date on which she would pass without saying a even a simple “hello” to her parents. 

                  trying not to think too negatively about it, liv decided to use the time she had below the wraiths' suspicions to reunite with some friends. of course, most of them would still be exposed to danger if they simply appeared in the krum-wood loft, mainly those sided with the order. yet, benedetta fawley was not one of those people. to begin with, the girl was still studying at hogwarts and had no known affiliation within the war. her presence there could easily be justified by the friendship they maintained over the years at hogwarts and even afterwards, based mainly on quidditch, a sport olivia knowingly followed. and as much as everything was planned and explained in her own head, olivia couldn't get rid of the feeling of paranoia (am i risking etta’s wellbeing for my own selfish reasons?). when the door slammed, the woman took the usual security procedures; it was basically impossible to enter there in physical disguise, since she had cast an illusion-breaking spell in the door. she disarmed the door and came face to face with etta smiling back at her.  “i'm so happy you're here!” liv greeted her, expressing genuine satisfaction. “come on in.” 

#(( inter )) #w/ etta

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who: olivia + @avengger​

when: january 7th 2026, before the graveyard battle.

where: grimmauld place.

                     the arrival of another group of students who brought the injured girl terrified the few members present at grimmauld place that night. she listened briefly to the explanation given, a knot forming in the pit of her stomach. it was revolting that the war would take on such proportions, that it would force teenagers to get involved. when olivia heard that the wraiths had ambushed the students in the dead of night, she grew angrier; somehow it became even more difficult to stay in the safe house “doing nothing”.

                   as the auror post demanded vast knowledge in potions and healing spells, olivia took care of checking how the erinyes were doing. in the first room liv entered, she recognized one of the girls: first because she had seen her at the end of last year at the leaky cauldron; and secondly, due to realizing only now that the younger was the daughter of neville longbottom. she cleared her throat to announce her presence; when olivia thought she had caught the longbottom’s attention, she asked: “are you okay? can i get you anything?”.

#(( inter )) #w/ dove #i hope this is ok! <3

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who: olivia + @jamxssirius

when: january 7th 2026, before the battle.

where: grimmauld place

                     overnight, the wizarding world had turned upside down. olivia barely managed to process the information about harry's disappearance when she heard about ron's. not long after, most of the order went in to search parties to find them and the erinyes arrived at grimmauld place with a seriously injured student. to say that things were chaotic was an understatement-- it seemed ridiculous to be there while most of the organization was looking for ron and harry. it wasn't right to be there, although liv didn't have much of a choice; if she happened to go looking for them or was seen beside the members, her cover would be completely useless from then on, also endangering her job and life. this was obviously not what worried her the most; what would happen to her parents and the fact that she could no longer collect information for the order again -- at least not as efficiently -- was the real problem.

                 the woman felt her head spin as she went to and fro checking the students' well-being. there were too many people to count precisely and too much information to be able to digest quickly; moreover, she needed to fight fiercely against her impulsive instincts to escape from there and join the rest. while walking around trying to think (or stop thinking), olivia entered a room that seemed empty at first. she noticed that it was the black tapestry room and that she was not alone there. the sight of james almost made her forget what was going on: she had not seen her friend for a while and certainly seeing him there was a relief -- at least one of the people she cared about was fine. “james,” said the krum-wood, a principle of smile on her face. she noticed his expression and did the math: if the latest information was difficult for her, it was a thousand times worse for him. “are you okay?” she asked, knowing the answer was obvious. “dumb question. how are you feeling... all things considered?”, she added, thinking it would be a more appropriate question... as much as he didn’t look fine and even if she had to stop herself from hugging him and trying to make it better (despite it being impossible).

#(( inter )) #w/ james #im sorry this is big!!!! #you can shorten it if u want bc its just context etc lkajdlksj