Black ink flash sheet showing three Deathly Hallows symbols with curved script quotes, and a pair of winged designs flanking the word Always.

Deathly Hallows symbols with script lettering

Lettering · Black and grey · Flash

The sheet shows three Deathly Hallows symbols, each a triangle with a circle and a vertical line, paired with curved handwritten script set along the edges. Below, a pair of detailed feathered wings frames a small Deathly Hallows triangle and the word Always in a plain serif style. Everything is rendered in solid black linework on a white background, with bold strokes in the symbols and finer hatching in the wing feathers.

Lettering Deathly hallows Triangle Circle Wing Script Lettering Always Quote

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Our grandmother had one rule for the path through Hollin Wood, and she repeated it so often it wore smooth as a doorstep: never stop for a stranger who knows your name. My brothers laughed at her. Tomas, the eldest, thought himself too clever for a widow's superstitions, and Piet thought everything was a joke. So when we walked home from the Thorne Bridge fair one November dusk, neither of them looked up when a man in a grey coat stepped off the stile and said my name.

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He wanted nothing, he said, only to give us each a gift, the way the old tales go. He had a pocket watch with a cracked glass, a hazel stick he claimed had grown from a shadow, and a pebble with a hole worn clean through it, which he turned between finger and thumb as though it were the only thing he had ever loved. Tomas took the stick before anyone could argue. Piet took the pebble and laughed at the hole. I was the youngest and only wanted my supper, so I held out my hand last, and the man laid the watch in it and closed my fingers over the glass.

By the time we reached the mill the stick had split in Tomas's grip and Piet had lost the pebble in the mud, though he swore he still had it. I never told them the watch had stopped at the very minute we met the man, nor that it started again the moment I stopped looking at it. Tomas went to sea the next spring and did not come back. Piet married a girl from Ashcombe and spent his last years telling the story as a joke, which I suppose it was, until it wasn't.

Grandmother was right about the road, but she never said what to do with the gift. I keep the watch on the sill above the mill sink, and each morning I wind it, pour the tea, and walk out past the wood to the sluice gates, because it does not do to dwell on what a stranger wanted. Whatever else the watch is, it keeps good time.