Ten months after a savage split, Arthur climbs down to pull Eames out of limbo.

Arthur only ever works with Dominic Cobb.

Sometimes Eames tells himself lies like he’s setting himself a dare, like how he tells himself he’s in love with Arthur, how he’s desperate to have Arthur love him back. That’s a good one.

"I'm leaving, Brad."

Dreaming, driving, dying; this is a story about how things don't change.

God, it must have been terrible, to think that he would never have this again.

"I’m trying to like you, Tony. You’re just making it very hard."

He lights a cigarette across the pub, his hand cupped to his mouth as the tip sparks to life in a faint orange flare, and my breath catches.

Arthur loves Daniel, he truly does; but it’s Eames. There’s no point in drawing a comparison. It’s not apples and oranges. It’s apples and Goethe, apples and Rachmaninoff.

“I promised your sister I would look after you, and that’s what I’m doing. Don’t forget, Charles, that you made this bed for yourself. Don’t blame me if you have to lie in it, too.”

Years later, Charles would remember that day. Sometimes he would wonder if he could have changed anything; other times he would despair over what he had since become. But he would always hold the image in his mind: Raven, laughing, and his thoughts flying alongside her on strong wings, silver-gold through the winter air. Once upon a time.

Neal marks time in tallies because the alternatives are terrible.

The Inferi are the worst when it's someone they once knew.

"Oh MERLIN. STOP WRIGGLING OR I'LL HEX YOU! This is a rule. There is a KNICKERS RULE!"

It is a full moon on the night of October thirty-first, nineteen eighty-one, and therefore Remus has the best Halloween costume in most of England.

Arthur Weasley discovers that no matter how limited the choices, the cost of using the enemy's techniques is too high.

Voldemort has just placed himself on the side of the Muggleborns.

She couldn't have been giving them to him for no reason.

He has two thousand years to wait and he's getting married tomorrow.

The last thing Spock ever remembers is a mission going horribly wrong.

In which the boys pretend to still be together for Christmas (and there is more than one kind of charade).