how i picture real percival graves

there is surprise    (   something he feels rarely  )     when familiar energy fills enchanted room    ------     such  PRECIOUS  power ,    he can feel it .    and there ,   there it is !    obsidian cloud of smoke floating with such graceful movement through the air in the opposite corner of his cell .    lips part ,    and once again he ' s   MESMERISED ,   even when his voice is calm ,   controlled ,   fatherly almost .                ‘        oh . . .    my dear boy    ------------     you grace me with your presence ?        ‘                ///    @ashamedheritage

The man’s voice rang in his ears, already buzzing from the SILENCE that had surrounded him for entirely too long. The only human contact that he’d been exposed to was the dark wizard that had put him there and it was maddening. A part of him was glad to have any form of break from the SOLITUDE and yet a larger part of him bore such a hatred for the other man that his presence made him shake with fury. And he was- shaking -though whether from the cold or unfettered anger, was unclear.

Percival didn’t draw his gaze up from where it was fixed at the floor, fingers gripping his knees tightly, knuckles whitening. “…There are a great MANY things that keep me up at night.” He seethed through his teeth, voice barely croaking out audibly. His breathing was ragged, exhaustion deep in his bones.

a lazy hum to answer  ;    a charming ,    almost gentle smile ,    lips pursed as he  DEIGNS  to crouch down to come to the victim ‘ s  level .             '        miss goldstein ,        '             he continues then ,    alabaster brows furrowed with feigned thoughtfulness as eyes linger on the cold ground .     heavens ,    the  LITTLE WITCH  regards the man as if he himself were a kind of greater good ,    a hero   --------    is that what he is to them ?      (   foolish auror ,    foolish people .   )             '        always appearing where she shouldn ‘ t . . .        ‘             his question will sound trivial ,    but it is the little  DETAILS  that accomplish grand design ,    that complete perfect deception .             ‘        tell me :   is it  “goldstein”   ------    or “porpentina” already ?        ‘

FOOLISH  WITCH   /   despite being from his rows ,    allowing herself to be trapped within unfortunate predicament  ;     cornered  while aurors are soon to approach ,   so close that their energy can be  FELT  from where he stands     (   they ‘ ve come with him .  rather: the face he wears .   )      exaggerated pity  ‘ pon stolen features ,   its faux nature not hidden ,   but bare to her .    yet  there is  A BOND AMONG WOLVES  ;    she one of his ,    despite it all .   so wand of justice is lowered ,   the hum that falls from lips reveals the devil ,   too out of character for austere ,   disciplined old auror .            ‘        careless ,   child .     truly .        ‘                ///     @starksprincess

                                                              his anger is tangible.

       albus knows anger, knows what POISON it can grow to become. it makes you stronger, he knows this too, but anger can only give as much as it could take. his FATHER was a testimony to that and he would rather not see the same fate bestowed upon another he cares for. ❝ he didn’t KNOW, gellert. you can’t punish him for something he is IGNORANT of. ❞ the wizarding realm was hidden to them, nonexistent save for the children’s stories and of what witch hunts several hundred years ago. he does not step back when gellert comes close, leans in to whisper with a smile and look that albus knows won’t bode well. 

                                                             and he’s not wrong.

      ❝ that’s NOT what I meant. ❞ a flash of hurt in his eyes, but it only makes him set in his ways. STUBBORN to the very end when it came to his position - their DIFFERENCE - in their similarities. albus preferred a gentler approach ( his bleeding heart ) where gellert was more… dynamic. though, albus won’t deny it won’t yield quick results from BOTH magical and nonmagical communities.

                                             ❝ times are CHANGING for the better. ❞

‘       merlin ‘ s  beard !     you ‘ re  a bloody  MORALIZER ,   albus !        ‘              comes nearly infantile exclamation as demeanor goes from one extreme to the other ,    white hair falling back with a backward throw of his head .     ---------  an act to draw attention from his defeat or a way to  DEAL  with it ?     a sigh then   and intruding hand comes forth to flick blonde locks .             ‘        you enjoy getting hit by snow balls ,   yes ?    good to know .        ‘