Muffliato
Legacy Name: Muffliato

muffliato, n.
a charm used to fill the ears of any person in the vicinity of the caster with an unidentifiable buzzing sound so as to allow long conversations without being overheard in a public place.

you were a death eater, once.

you killed people. you tortured familes. you did horrible things in the name of a tyrant. never once did you doubt yourself or your lifestyle, never once did you think about the innocent people you hurt. there was no good or evil, not to you. there was just the here and now.

you were a death eater, once.

the dark mark is burned into your left forearm, a haunting token of the past you'll never outrun. it peeks through your sleeves - when you bother to wear sleeves - you wear it like a badge of honor. look at me, it screams, i was chosen by him!

you were a death eater, once.

but before that, you were a student at hogwarts. the sorting hat, when placed upon your head, shouted ravenclaw! for all the great hall to hear. magic was new, then, even though you grew up with it. it was different, you quickly realized, when you were the one casting it - the wand clutched between nimble fingers made you feel powerful. the good marks you earned told volumes - you were destined for great things. but no amount of money or recongition could compare to the sense of belonging, of unification. no one welcomed you like he did - like they did. it's easy to get swept along with them and their absolute ideals, and before long you feel the stirrings of regret.

you were a death eater, once.

when the dark lord fell in godrics hollow, when everything fell apart, you knew what you had to do. you left. you fled - and you were not the only one. you moved to america, to a small, cozy muggle town. you live in hiding, but not in fear. one day you'll have to pay for the terrible, horrible things you did. but for now, you're putting it back together, piece by piece, attempting to repair some of the damage you've done. you work with children (muggle children), you get a job at the local hospital and work the graveard shift every chance you can, and you always wear long-sleeved shirts.

you were a death eater, once.
but not anymore.