Ayase Eli/Kousaka Honoka Tags: No major tags, harry potter au, oh my god i have no idea what im doing but i love the fill i'm remixing too much not to try, sorry sorry sorry Word count: 729
A muggle-born running after breaking every rule in the book.
Of course, the halls would echo. The fireplace left ash and cruel honesty on Eli's tongue. She avoided the living room, the Ministry flooding into her family's home, the media buzzing underneath over questions about the truant student.
"I recognize her."
On the streets, searching in preparation for school, everyone's running mouths.
"I knew she was a rule breaker, but I didn't think she'd throw a show like that in public."
It was like a running joke. Honoka, jumping up at the school table's, drawing everyone's eye - teachers said it was her who cost Gryffindor more points than any other student. Eli had written her up a dozen times over. Every potions class, a dozen charms, finding her sneaking through dungeons and forest with terrified friends.
"Looks like you got me again!" she would say, sometimes, between the fireworks flickering out of her eyebrows, over fluorescent skin, beneath wind and water and sound that always backfired against her. "But you see, it isn't really -"
"Detention." Eli had interrupted, bored early on - irritated other times, until -
"Again?" she said, one day, in genuine disbelief.
Honoka Kousaka, the same girl who had managed to get into a shouting fit with the Sorting Hat for putting her friends in different houses than her, was hanging onto a unicorn with all the fear in the world on her face. Not just fear, though - bright red, giddy smile, she was excited.
It snorted. Eli stepped away. She'd heard stories about every beast in the forest, and unicorns weren't quite the beautiful safety in her eyes that they were in other girls'. She understood how easily anything could turn. The tables would not stand in her favor if she depended upon such a fickle heart.
"I just noticed it was ... um ... lost?" Honoka tried to laugh, slipping off - scrambling not to fall off its back. "And I thought I could show it how to get home, but then I sort of realized I didn't know where, and then ..."
"You know what this means," Eli interrupted.
Her forehead bounced against its mane in defeat.
"Show me how."
And her eyes snapped up like they'd never felt anything but joy in her life.
Honoka didn't beat around the bush. Holding out a hand, she said, "Come on!"
Prefect, eternal leader, elegant and intelligent - Eli still deigned to accept her hand.
Standing in the middle of the alley, too aware of what Honoka was willing to do, Eli's nails dug into her fist. The girl was a fool. Running, the instant people found out, instead -
Three days.
It took Eli three days to bring herself to glance at her mirror, after sleeplessness and bitterness tearing into her nights. She didn't have time. She didn't waste it on silly jokes and gestures, no matter how much she may have wanted, under the heavy fist of her family's mantle.
Three days to watch a message, honest, sure, fool-hardy as it was brave.
"It wasn't me!"
There was no excitement in her fear, this time.
"It'll be worse if they catch me because I'm a Mudblood."
The word stung worse out of Honoka's mouth. Careless and distant, and Eli knew her own family, even if it was wrapped tightly behind a thousand locks. The same word she had spat - sicker every time herself, for what ran through her blood in halves.
Honoka loved a world that put her in endless danger.
"I love you."
As much as she loved a person who could put her in constant danger.
Eli didn't throw the mirror. She put it down. Late.
Honoka couldn't have been caught yet. Eli would have heard about it, deep in the bowels of her house and blood, shadows digging into her ankles. She wasn't sure what was worse. That Honoka hadn't come to her first. Or that she hadn't realized, sooner.
"There you are ..."
Her wand was raised before she could think about what she was doing. Right there - in the open window, a bird too familiar, feathers hanging down from its head like twintails. The sight sent her hopes choking in her throat.
"I thought you might need some good news."
Friends had a way of running. As much a way as they did surviving.
Eli wasn't in the mood to let go.
"Nozomi," she murmured. "I need to get out of here."
Fill: Team Grandstand, G
Tags: No major tags, harry potter au, oh my god i have no idea what im doing but i love the fill i'm remixing too much not to try, sorry sorry sorry
Word count: 729
Remix of
A muggle-born running after breaking every rule in the book.
Of course, the halls would echo. The fireplace left ash and cruel honesty on Eli's tongue. She avoided the living room, the Ministry flooding into her family's home, the media buzzing underneath over questions about the truant student.
"I recognize her."
On the streets, searching in preparation for school, everyone's running mouths.
"I knew she was a rule breaker, but I didn't think she'd throw a show like that in public."
It was like a running joke. Honoka, jumping up at the school table's, drawing everyone's eye - teachers said it was her who cost Gryffindor more points than any other student. Eli had written her up a dozen times over. Every potions class, a dozen charms, finding her sneaking through dungeons and forest with terrified friends.
"Looks like you got me again!" she would say, sometimes, between the fireworks flickering out of her eyebrows, over fluorescent skin, beneath wind and water and sound that always backfired against her. "But you see, it isn't really -"
"Detention." Eli had interrupted, bored early on - irritated other times, until -
"Again?" she said, one day, in genuine disbelief.
Honoka Kousaka, the same girl who had managed to get into a shouting fit with the Sorting Hat for putting her friends in different houses than her, was hanging onto a unicorn with all the fear in the world on her face. Not just fear, though - bright red, giddy smile, she was excited.
It snorted. Eli stepped away. She'd heard stories about every beast in the forest, and unicorns weren't quite the beautiful safety in her eyes that they were in other girls'. She understood how easily anything could turn. The tables would not stand in her favor if she depended upon such a fickle heart.
"I just noticed it was ... um ... lost?" Honoka tried to laugh, slipping off - scrambling not to fall off its back. "And I thought I could show it how to get home, but then I sort of realized I didn't know where, and then ..."
"You know what this means," Eli interrupted.
Her forehead bounced against its mane in defeat.
"Show me how."
And her eyes snapped up like they'd never felt anything but joy in her life.
Honoka didn't beat around the bush. Holding out a hand, she said, "Come on!"
Prefect, eternal leader, elegant and intelligent - Eli still deigned to accept her hand.
Standing in the middle of the alley, too aware of what Honoka was willing to do, Eli's nails dug into her fist. The girl was a fool. Running, the instant people found out, instead -
Three days.
It took Eli three days to bring herself to glance at her mirror, after sleeplessness and bitterness tearing into her nights. She didn't have time. She didn't waste it on silly jokes and gestures, no matter how much she may have wanted, under the heavy fist of her family's mantle.
Three days to watch a message, honest, sure, fool-hardy as it was brave.
"It wasn't me!"
There was no excitement in her fear, this time.
"It'll be worse if they catch me because I'm a Mudblood."
The word stung worse out of Honoka's mouth. Careless and distant, and Eli knew her own family, even if it was wrapped tightly behind a thousand locks. The same word she had spat - sicker every time herself, for what ran through her blood in halves.
Honoka loved a world that put her in endless danger.
"I love you."
As much as she loved a person who could put her in constant danger.
Eli didn't throw the mirror. She put it down. Late.
Honoka couldn't have been caught yet. Eli would have heard about it, deep in the bowels of her house and blood, shadows digging into her ankles. She wasn't sure what was worse. That Honoka hadn't come to her first. Or that she hadn't realized, sooner.
"There you are ..."
Her wand was raised before she could think about what she was doing. Right there - in the open window, a bird too familiar, feathers hanging down from its head like twintails. The sight sent her hopes choking in her throat.
"I thought you might need some good news."
Friends had a way of running. As much a way as they did surviving.
Eli wasn't in the mood to let go.
"Nozomi," she murmured. "I need to get out of here."