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opinions on ur cousins?

“What cousins?”

#okay obvi she knows who her cousins are #but blood is important to her so sucks 2b adopted #xoxo

lorcan-scamanderxx:

“I don’t know…last time I checked anyone who erases someone’s memory because of fear of being turned in is sort of the worst.” Lorcan said coldly. At least the topic moved to something he actually enjoyed talking about. “We have. Nepal so far. Bali is next week for a week or two.” He said casually, not quite sure if she actually cared or not, but maybe there was some reason she was interested. “So, you and Tristan are that close? You approve of him and my brother?” He asked curiously.

“At least he didn’t try to kill you,” she shrugged. Honestly, a memory charm wasn’t that bad in the grand scheme of things and Evander was kind of a brat. “He’s a guy, he’s used to getting whatever he wants without consequence.” Being pureblood was one thing, being a pureblood male was a whole new level of privilege that even Amara couldn’t touch. “I can honestly say I’ve never been to either. They’re pretty close to each other, though, right?” she asked curiously. “We’ve been best friends for as long as I can remember. I....approve of his relationship more than I approve of his living arrangements but I’m still not a fan of either. Not that there’s anything wrong with your brother, I just don’t know him. I was kind of hoping you were him so we could talk,” she admitted. “At least they’re official this time and Tristan isn’t shoved off to the side as some sort of after thought.”

#c:lorcan

lorcan-scamanderxx:

“I don’t know if I could say he has decent taste when it came to him, but whatever. Your family, not mine.” Thank Merlin for that. Nothing had made him happier than when that relationship came to an end. Fucking asshole. He felt his eyes roll slightly without even realizing it at her words. “It’s a lot more enjoyable getting to focus on what I want to instead of every pointless subject.” Lorcan shrugged.

“There are worse people in my family he could have dated,” she shrugged. Like those fake cousins of hers. At least Evander was a real Carrow. She laughed when his eyes rolled, surprised he’d asked her to sit if he was really that uninterested in being nice. “Tristan mentioned you two traveling. Anywhere exciting?” And when did they leave again so she could hang out with her best friend?

#c:lorcan

lorcan-scamanderxx:

“Watch it, Carrow.” Lorcan hissed without a moment of hesitation. He might be considered the nice one, but if he was pushed, he’d have no problem showing why he easily could’ve been in Slytherin like his twin. He didn’t say anything to the apology, just letting it go as much as he could. “I do, actually. My brother doesn’t have the best track record in the past, as you probably know a bit too well. The only reason he gets a slight pass is because he lives with James.” He knew the truth but no one else did, so putting up the front was just about all he could do. “Do you want to sit?” He asked, hating himself for even humoring the conversation.

Amara had to stop herself from rolling her eyes when Lorcan told her to watch it, like he was at all threatening in that miniature sized body of his. “Ah, right. I always forget he dated Evander. At least he’s got decent taste,” she shrugged. Her brows rose in surprise when he asked if she wanted to sit but she took the invitation anyway. “I haven’t received quite enough judgment for the day, so why not?” she asked as she took a seat. “Enjoying being done with school?”

#c:lorcan

lorcan-scamanderxx:

With a last name like Carrow, Lorcan knew to be more defensive than anything. “My brother sometimes rubs off on me.” He said with a small shrug as he set his book to the side. “You can’t really blame me, can you? With everything going on?” He asked as he reached for the coffee he had.

“Sometimes literally, I’ve heard,” she commented before frowning slightly at herself. “That was in poor taste and I apologize,” she said sincerely. “With everything going on? So you just judge everyone by their names then? Your brother is dating a Flint - do you give him shit too?” she asked curiously.

#c:lorcan #incest tw

lorcan-scamanderxx:

Lorcan didn’t even want to acknowledge that she had made a point, so he simply shrugged his shoulders as a response. “Congratulations, Carrow. You picked the right one. Now, what can I do for you, because I know you didn’t just come over here to chat.”

“Actually, I did. I didn’t expect to be met with so much hostility, though. Did I do something to you and it’s just slipped my mind or are you always kind of an asshole?”

#c:lorcan

@tristan-flint

#why is this the cutest thing I've ever seen

lorcan-scamanderxx:

“You get used to knowing what people seem to expect from you.” Lorcan said casually as he looked up from his book. His brows raised at the Carrow slightly. “So…you spent how many years in the same house as my brother…best friends with his boyfriend and you still can’t tell us apart?”

“I was three years ahead of you guys - talking to fourth years as a seventh year unless they’re family friends is just weird,” she pointed out. “And even still, I figured out the right twin just now so give me some credit.”

#c:lorcan

lorcan-scamanderxx:

“I’m not selling any potions anymore despite what you might have heard. So, if you’re looking for that, I might suggest you look elsewhere.” Lorcan sighed as he continued flipping through his book.

“That’s a really strange opening line, but good for you,” she said as she tried to figure out which Scamander she’d run into. “I’m guessing from the book that you’re....Lorcan.”

#c:lorcan

mitchellwoods:

“Can I uh, help you with something? This is a closed practice, mate.”

“I was sent by the hospital for the day. Your usual team mediwizard is out sick so I’m filling in. I hope that’s not a problem? I swear that I don’t care enough about Quidditch to give away any of your practice secrets.”

#c:mitchell

julianaarthur:

“You really shouldn’t be roaming this area after dusk - do you not read the daily prophet?”

“I do and yet...I still feel surprisingly safe. I can take care of myself, I promise.”

#c:juliana

tristan-flint:

Tristan was a bit thankful to live with James, simply because it allowed him to take some shortcuts when he needed to save some time. He finally finished up his notes for his editor, putting them in the pile he needed to send off when he heard footsteps. Before he knew it, Amara was in his lap and he let out a small laugh. “You know people will talk if you do stuff like this.” He teased as his hand rested on her knee. “I’m allowed a lunch break, though I was planning on just grabbing something in the break room. I take it you have something else in mind?” He asked with a slight raise of his brow.

“Good. Let them talk. There are worse things people could be saying,” she laughed as she patted her hand against his chest before letting it linger there. “Yep. You’re going to take me out. Well, you don’t have to pay but you’re going with me. We haven’t talked in a while and I want to hear all about your job and roommate and love life,” she said with a nod before sliding off of his lap while she waited for him expectantly.

#c:tristan

Amara loved being a MediWitch over a Healer. Poor Healers were stuck in the hospital or at the school, but as a MediWitch, she mostly worked out in the field. And when someone’s accidental injury brought her to the offices of The Daily Prophet, she couldn’t help but stop in on one of her favorite people once her patient was stabilized and shipped off to St. Mungo’s. She spotted Tristan at his desk - well, cubicle - and walked over before sitting across his lap unannounced. “Don’t suppose they let lowly interns break for lunch?”

@tristan-flint