Black line drawing of the word OBLIVIATE in a typewriter-style font, with the A replaced by the Deathly Hallows symbol, on a white background.

OBLIVIATE lettering with Deathly Hallows symbol

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The design spells the word OBLIVIATE in capital letters with thin, even black outlines. The letter A is replaced by a triangle enclosing a circle and a vertical line, which forms the Deathly Hallows symbol. A full stop follows the final E, and the design sits centred on a plain white background with no shading or colour.

Lettering Deathly hallows Triangle Circle Lettering

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The typewriter in the gatehouse has one key that sticks, so every letter I set down comes out with a small gap in it. I have been at it since the rain started, trying to write up what Mrs Abernethy asked of me. She came up the causeway last Tuesday with her hat in her hands and a letter from the council folded in her coat. She wanted the village to stop remembering the flood. Not the drowned lambs, not the bridge, not her husband's boat. Just the flood, as if it were a bill she could be excused from paying.

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The castle has kept that sort of trade for three hundred years, though nobody says so out loud. The old laird had a mark cut into the lintel of the cellar stair: a triangle, a circle inside it, and a straight line running up through the middle like a mast. My grandmother told me it meant the room was for things a family chose to put down. I used to think it was a joke about lost keys. I stopped laughing the winter I found the cellar full of water and the lintel still dry above it.

I wound a clean sheet into the platen and typed the word the old laird scratched beside the mark, then let the triangle stand in for the A, the way it stands on the stone. The full stop came last, a hard little dot. It looked finished. It looked like a promise I had no right to make for someone else.

I tore the page out and folded it into my breast pocket. Then I went down the stair with the lamp, past the mark, and sat on the bottom step with the water lapping at my boots. Mrs Abernethy's flood was still in there, rising slowly, and I found I did not want it gone.