the smoker and lighters

words that would have been better than ‘no maj’
  • NMUs (Non Magic Users) sounds like official jargon and it rhymes w pee-yew so magic children can make up mean rhymes with it
  • amagical - ok this sounds dumb but still technical bc greek prefix!
  • sinkers - from the ‘witch test’ of the early trials where a potential witch would be tossed into a lake and if they floated they were witches, if they sank they were not. boom! historical context, grim reminder of the grisly conflict between magical & non magical people, rolls off the tongue
  • unmarked/nonmarked - again from the witch trials, where they could look for a ‘devil’s mark’ as evidence
  • burners/smokers/lighters - anything else that references witch burnings
  • like c’mon that was some formative shit and since the american wizarding community is so Oo Secrety they would prob remember the risks of revealing themselves in little bits of everyday language
  • literally any nonsense
  • beans
  • goose eggs
  • merps
  • jalopy - fits w fantastic beasts time period, is magical ppl making fun of nonmagical people for their stupid inventions
  • bluenose - means a ‘priggish or puritanical person’
  • they could do a whole series of nicknaming non magic peeps after their dumb inventions - automobile, telephone, rubber duck - and their inventors and general laborers - plumber, mechanic, whatever. they just assume that every non magic person is a plumber or something. ‘he’s, you know, a plumber’ ‘ah’ but they don’t actually know what plumbers even do
  • im bored now but no-maj is stupid

“did he break your heart?”

“no, i don’t think so,” she answers, but she sounds uncertain. the question’s made her reconsider.

after a moment, she says, “he hurt me. there’s no use in denying that.”

he looks at her. “how badly?”

she shrugs, looks down at her shoes. “enough to make me cry. enough… just enough. he hurt me enough.”

he blinks, and rolls a lighter between his fingers. he’s not a smoker, but she is, and he thought he would give it to her, maybe. just to try and get through to her. “did you love him?”

she laughs at this, and tucks her knees into her chest, “nah, not even close.” she sighs, “i could have though, i think.” her eyes darken, “if he’d given me the chance to.”

he’s unsure of how to respond, so he hands her the lighter. “it’s for you,” he mumbles, and she smiles for a fleeting second, takes it from his grasp, and then hands it back.

“no thanks,” she says, and then explains, “i’m trying to quit. i wanna go somewhere, live a long time. can’t do that if i smoke, ya know?”

“yeah, i know, i just thought–”

she squeezes his hand, “i know what you thought, and it’s sweet. you’re sweet.”

he smiles, and for a moment, she smiles back at him. then it slides off her face, and he waits for her to speak.

“it just, it just sucks getting fucked over, ya know?” she runs a hand through her hair, “like, he was so important. it wasn’t that i wanted to date him or any of that, but he was just important. he used to say that i was important too, and that’s what hurts the most, i think. the fact that he just randomly decided that i wasn’t anymore.”

he opens his mouth, but she keeps going. “so i guess, in a way, he might have broken my heart. not enough for me to feel it for a long time, but just enough to remind me that he meant something to me and he fucking walked away.”

“he hurt you enough,” he echoes her previous words.

“yeah, yeah,” she wipes a tear away with the palm of her hand, “he hurt me enough.”

—  “excerpts from a book i’ll never write #2” -c.h. // Instagram: @evanescent.love (via @poeticaffinity)