𝖘𝖒𝖔𝖐𝖊 𝖘𝖎𝖌𝖓𝖆𝖑𝖘

andromeda black.

[androemedas]

hoe-cuspocus·:

 ❛     does my mere EXISTENCE not suffice ? this face wasn’t made to withstand torture, tragically enough.       ❜   rather than brush her off, ted flashed a cheeky bright smile to further illustrate his point, thoroughly enjoying taking the piss out of the situation.  ❛     well i do know my way around the castle pretty well, depends on the  p r i c e you’re willing to pay.        ❜

“  that’s  right,  i  forgot  you’ve  got  such  a  pretty  face.  definitely  can’t  risk  messing  that  up.  ”  andromeda  teases  him  as  she  rolls  her  eyes,  the  corners  of  her  lips  curling  ever  so  slightly.  “  a  price,  huh  ?  you  mean  you’re  not  willing  to  offer  your  help  just  out  of  the  kindness  of  your  own  heart  ?  ”  features  feign  a  look  of  disappointment  before  she  finally  cracks  a  smile,  eyebrows  raised  in  question.  “  so  what  do  you  want  then  ?  booze  ?  cigarettes  ?  chocolate  frogs,  maybe  ?  ”

[androemedas]

rcsiers‌:

“ oi– d’you mind taking your angst elsewhere? some of us are trying to sleep in here. “ 

“  huh,  i  didn’t  know  that  reading  a  transfiguration  book  was  considered  to  be  angsty.  ”  to  be  fair,  she  was  being  rather  rowdy.  each  page  turn  was  accompanied  with  a  dramatic  huff  as  she  lounged  on  a  plush  couch  in  the  slytherin  common  room.  “  why  don’t  you  go  up  to  your  room  ?  it’s  literally  ten  feet  away.  ”  she  barely  lifts  her  gaze  from  the  book  as  she  motions  to  the  staircase  leading  to  the  boy’s  dormitory  with  a  simple  wave  of  her  hand.  

[androemedas]

hoe-cuspocus·:

  ❛    maybe it is. pray tell, how is it that i got LUMPED into your personal torture fest. hardly seems fair.  ❜  teddy merely offered a sly grin, crossing his arms as he relaxed into the chair he was comfortably perched atop.   ❛     are you looking for an escape route or what ? ❜  

“  WELL,  that’s  because  you  haven’t  given  me  a  reason  why  you  shouldn’t  be.  ”  her  shoulders  shrug,  cheek  resting  against  palm  as  she  peers  at  him.  “  that  depends.  are  you  offering  one  ?  ”  a  brow  arches,  unsuspecting  gaze  now  loaded  with  a  hint  of  curiosity.  

[androemedas]

hookuhms·:

               ❛   —   WHAT  ?   ❜   daisy  blurted,  jerking  awake.  the  dimly  lit  sofas  of  the  divination  classroom  swam  into  view  blurrily,  the  air  thick  and  sweet  with  incense.  she  rubbed  her  eyes,  trying  to  pull  herself  from  her  stupor.   ❛   —   sorry,  i  was  just  …  i  was  just  trying  to  take  a  nap.   ❜   the  headache  she’d  had  since  her  parents  arrived  was  beginning  to  return,  as  well  as  the  heartache  she’d  had  since  dumbledore’s  announcement.  they  said  he  was  broken,  bloody,  bruised.  daisy  closed  her  eyes.  she  wished  she  was  asleep  again.

“  ‘m  sorry,  i  didn’t  mean  to  wake  you.”  her  frame  shoots  up  from  behind  the  professor’s  desk,  an  almost  sheepish  simper  blossoming  across  her  features.  feeling  the  need  to  explain  her  intrusion,  a  hand  motions  to  the  handful  of  tea  bags  that  were  encased  between  nimble  fingers.  “  professor  boggs  has  the  best  tea  .  .  .  i  always  try  to  knick  some  when  he’s  not  around. ”  given  all  the  festivities,  she  figured  now  would  be  the  best  time  to  replenish  her  stash  without  running  the  risk  of  being  caught.  until  she  was,  redhanded.    “  would  you  like  a  cup  ?  or  i  could  just  leave  you  alone.  that  works  too.  ”  

[androemedas]

elizuhbethburke·:

GEORGINA  BURKE  had  tired  of  her  daughter’s  habitual  petulance  ,  mercifully  disappearing  with  a  family  ally  somewhere  in  the  castle  for  that  morning  .  she’d  announced  where  ,  but  as  with  most  times  ,  a  busied  task  held  enchanting  witch’s  concentration  and  so  only  god  knows  where  that  vile  woman  could  be  .  an  hour  or  two  passes  in  welcomed  solitude  ,  until  , 

“  i  can  hear  you  there  ,  ”  begins  soft  -  toned  ,  delicate  fingers  continuing  needle  point  valse  of  chartreuse  and  black  ,  “  unfortunately  ,  guessing  isn’t  one  of  my  finer  points  so  what  is  it  ?  ”

 andromeda  was  resigned  to  the  fact  that  she  would  never  escape  her  family’s  tight  clutches  that  afternoon,  forever  imprisoned  by  her  father’s  unyielding  grip  on  her  shoulder  and  the  ICY  gaze  of  her  mother  that  always  seemed  to  bore  into  her  soul.  it  was  almost  unbearable  ----    the  small  talk  and  fake  smiles  with  the  same  families  she’d  been  confined  to  interact  with  since  the  day  she  was  born.  how  she  manages  to  escape,  she  doesn’t  know,  but  the  second  she  feels  her  mother’s  gaze  lift,  she’s  gone  ----  concealing  herself  in  the  crowd  of  people  gathering  in  the  great  hall.  it  wouldn’t  be  long  before  she’s  discovered  (  and  most  likely  punished,  too  )  so  she  wastes  no  time  hurrying  through  the  corridors.  the  common  room  was  nearly  deserted  when  she  arrives,  with  the  rest  of  the  students  relishing  in  the  company  of  their  relatives.  in  a  rather  sour  mood,  she  enters  her  beloved  sanctuary,  a  cigarette  already  hanging  loosely  from  her  lips.  “  you  mind  if  i  smoke  in  here  ?  i’ll  stand  by  the  window. ”  hands  are  tucked  in  her  pockets,  shoulders  hung  low  as  if  to  appear  nonchalant.  “  my  mum’s  driving  me  up  the  fuckin’  wall.  ” 

[elvedon]

Forgive me my grief that spans out acres. I have love the size of a church, & no one to give it to. Do I cut my hair? Do I harvest all of my beginnings? I touch my teeth with my tongue to remember the sharp can fade. Someone learns my name. I fall asleep.

Ana Carrizo, “Reflections” (via elvedon)

[androemedas]

marxmck·:

“  AH MYDEAR  ,   WHILE I DO BELIEVE ENTERTAINMENT IS                                neededfor a festive christmas  ,  i had hope for it to be from some otherfamily.  “  tongue pressed against the roof of her mouthto making a small ticking noise  ,  she studied andromeda’s features.  surely ,  the mckinnon family is notworse than the dysfunctional families of the purebloods  ,  theirelitist ideals  &  distain for their own children  … “  if yours get too bad  ,  iwill gladly adopt you into mine for a while. “

“  well,  give  my  mum  a  couple  glasses  of  wine  and  she’s  guaranteed  to  be  the  talk  of  the  event.  i  can  tell  ya  now  it  won’t  be  pretty.”  instead  of  bottling  up  her  contempt  for  spending  the  holidays  with  her  family  as  she  normally  did,  she  projects  it  ----  almost  as  if  to  warn  her  classmates  of  the  havoc  that  was  sure  to  come.  giving  her  parents  the  opportunity  to  interact  with  people  they  so  openly  opposed  .  .  .  andromeda  would  be  stupid  to  think  it  would  blow  over  well.  it’s  a  hopeless  attempt  to  mask  her  concern,  but  the  corners  of  her  lips  form  the  smallest  of  smiles  anyway  at  marlene’s  comment.  “  would  you  ?  that’s  so  incredibly  kind  of  you.  andromeda  mckinnon  does  have  a  pretty  nice  ring  to  it,  y’know.  ”  

[androemedas]

dclphia‌:

                        — going home for the holidays had always been one of delphia’s favourite things, though this year, she was slightly grateful for the lack of break; she wasn’t sure she could handle going home to her mess of a family. plus, the holidays wouldn’t be the same without jamie there. “ it’s not ideal, but i’m sure we can make the best of it, right? “ she said hopefully, though she knew her opinion would be met with disagreement, so she kept her eyes to her paper that she had barely started, pretending to think about her next sentence.

“  it’s  not  like  they’ve  given  us  much  of  a  choice.  ”  the  words  spill  from  her  lips  with  a  hint  of  annoyance  and  a  quiet  huff,  chin  resting  in  the  palm  of  her  hand.  to  think  she  was so  close to  escaping  her  family  for  the  holidays,  only  to  have  them  invited  to  the  castle  instead.  her  thoughts  are  plagued  with  apprehension  as  she  dreads  the  chaos  her family was  sure  to  bring  to  the  event.  “  i  don’t  know  what  dumbledore  was  thinking  ----  there’s  no  chance  this  could  go  over  well for  anyone.  ”

[androemedas]

hoe-cuspocus·:

   ❛    you’d think they’d pull out something more exciting. but a DINNER ? it’s like they want us all to be depressed.  ❜  

“ right  ------  being  forced  to  spend  the  evening  with  my  family  AND  classmates  ?  sounds  like  my  own  personal  hell. ” between  her  mother’s  watchful  gaze  and  filch’s  hawk  eye,  it’s  unlikely  andromeda  could  escape  even  if  she  tried.

[androemedas]

marxmck‌:

“ FESTIVE SPIRIT ASIDE  ,  I NEED IDEAS ON HOW TO KEEP MY FAMILY AT HOME                          &  not here. as much as i adore them  ,  us mckinnons are a loud bunch and they seek joy in completely embarrassing me.  “

"  tell  them  you’ve  got  dragon  pox  and  you’re  extremely  contagious.  that’d  keep  me  at  home  for  sure.  ”  though  andromeda  was  sure  that  whatever  spectacle  marlene’s  family  might  cause  would  surely  be  better  than  the  chaos  that  was  sure  to  ensure  when  her  own  family  members  were  together  for  more  than  an  hour.  “  or  if  that  doesn’t  work  -----  i  say  let  ‘em  loose.  what’s  christmas  without  a  little  entertainment ?”

[gilmoresgifs]

[sissyspaceks]