Impossible

She looked gorgeous in that white dress.

Bella looked gorgeous in everything.

Rodolphus looked positively smug. She was marrying him after all.

There had been a time, a lifetime ago it seemed, when things were different. Antonin remembered how she would launch herself into his arms in the rain. They would stay up all night talking – about the future, their plans and goals. If he closed his eyes he could still smell her perfume, taste her lips, feel her smooth hair slipping through his fingers.

But it was impossible for something like that to last.

He had been too happy.

Unlikely

It was unlikely that he would survive this.

Evan gripped his wand, hidden under his cloak, with a savage desperation.

"Evan…Ev…Rosier!"

Evan turned to see Snape glaring at him from a shadowed corner of the room.

"Not now, Sev." He turned back to window, watching the rain fall, beating steadily against the jutting windowsill.

"Don't do it, Evan. It's ridiculous…dangerous…you'll—"

"Die? Yes, I know. But what do you suggest I do? Just sit here and wait until they find me and ship me off to Azkaban like they did with the Lestranges and…everyone else? No...I'd rather go down fighting."

Reasonable

"Be reasonable, Jack!"

Avery folded his arms and gave his friend an exasperated look. "Be reasonable, Jack." He echoed mockingly. "Everything's reasonable with you, Snape. Don't you ever have fun?"

"Yes! But…if we get caught do you have any idea how long we'll be stuck in detention for? Is this little mudblood really worth it?"

"The mudblood isn't but the good laugh is! Won't you two back me up?" Avery looked back at Rosier and Anatole.

Rosier smiled broadly. "Oh, come on, Sev, Jack's right. What's the point of all the "training" if we never use it?"

Snape nodded grudgingly.

Probable

"It could happen!"

"Not a chance, little brother."

"Roddy, give the boy a chance once in a while, you'll discourage him otherwise and what good is that?" Lucius drawled, watching as the two Lestrange brothers circled each other in the center of the training room, wands drawn.

"I give him one chance, he'll want them all," Rodolphus muttered. "But if you insist…"

"I don't want him to go easy on me!" Rabastan pouted, swishing his wand to throw a curse. Rudolphus deflected it easily.

"See?" he laughed.

Rabastan's pout became a childishly offended frown. "I just said it was possible…"

Definite

"There use to be a time – a very long time ago – when the only worries anyone had were of some small inconspicuous, inconsequential matter. We were so sure in all we did. We did not fear the war, we did not fear anything because we were young and foolish. Because we were so sure that what we were fighting for was the Right Cause and therefore we could not lose by definition. How childishly idealistic we were…"

Evan Rosier pauses and looks into the fire.

"Back then, everything was definite. Back then…nothing was lost and we had all the answers."