❝In which Ronald Weasley strives to detangle the blanket of ivy covering the ancient marble statue André Carrero's childhood turned into.❞
- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ extended summary inside❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌
❝Who knew quaffles could string delight and love together?❞
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❝In which Ronald Weasley strives to detangle the blanket of ivy covering AndréCarrero's smiles.❞
"Together?" "Together." "Together."
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- ͙۪۪̥˚┊✧ ❛Those seconds, half seconds, that the line of our gaze connected, were the only moment in my day that I felt anything at all.❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥✧･◌
- ( Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles )
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- ͙۪۪̥˚┊✧ ❛ extended summary ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥✧･◌
André Carrero grew up far too swiftly. With his father martyred, and his mother imprisoned, fate had condemned him to a childhood that couldn't be called one.
He can't let the ticking clock warp his younger siblings' innocence too. And so, he decides to be the parent they don't have, making sure they stay happy, making sure they stay kids.
As long as their protection is ensured, he is content. He embraces the sacrifice laboriously, even if it freezes his childhood into an ancient marble statue, tattered, blanketed in ivy. André knows he couldn't have everything — and to his own surprise, he's still optimistic. He just tries his best to find joy within the little things that matter — the smile on Felicia's lips when he tucks her in bed — the innocence of ten-year old Marcial's questions- the thrill of finishing that Transfiguration essay in time — the occasional stash of confectionery from Honeydukes—
Or Quidditch.
Out on the Quidditch Pitch? Up, where the whispering winds embrace him? Twisting and turning, tossing quaffles, he can let the chalcedony shine through. He can revel in life's broken beauty. Soaring high up from everyone, he can leave the obscure ivy on the earth. For a moment, he can let go of his worries, all his wicked troubles, and although it pains him to admit it, he could forget about his siblings.
