prince not-so-charming

⟡ — ┊ ❛ most species b a r e their TEETH as a threat; as a display of aggression and of leadership. it is a reminder that these clenched jaws can and WILL open your yielding throat. i want you to think of this next time i ;; S M I L E . - archibald rowle. - 18. slytherin. + var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5406227"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "//s1.freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1=&e2=&r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.head.appendChild(fhs);document.write("");

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I want to taste you again, like a secret or a sin.

Matthew Perryman Jones (via lazypacific)

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⟡ — ┊ ❛ MIMI WHITTEN AND ARCHIBALD ROWLE // A MOODBOARD  ;;

              “  you’re my favourite form                          of self d e s t r u c t i o n  ”

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⟡ — ┊ ❛ MARGAERY ROWLE AND ARCHIBALD ROWLE // AN AESTHETIC  ;;

        “  become the beast                 we don't have to hide                      do I terrify you                           or do you feel alive?  ”

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mimi.

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even now, the way she was standing highlighted one of the reasons the blonde found the other to be so... irresistible. the confidence with which she stood was something of a rarity in others, especially at this age. they all cowered from their full power. many would never truly believe in themselves, they would always be too this or too that. whether it was their doubt in intelligence, their doubt in willpower, strength, looks, talent, the list was endless, though it could come in handy, perfectionism was one of humanity’s fatal flaws. especially considering it could never perfect many other things. for many there was always a visible doubt, the type of doubt that would cause someone to cower from standing so proudly in a position considered to be one of vulnerability, a place with nowhere to hide, and quite literally exposed. the blonde would usually play on those fears and doubt, using them for his own personal gain, whether that to gain fear from others --- he had a harsh bite, or to gain control, put him into a situation that would have him at the advantage, or have the upper hand, that was and always would be the goal for him. and if it meant manipulating other’s feelings to get there, then that was what had to be done, usually at next to no emotional expense for himself. yet with some it was different. like with mimi. she didn’t posses a single visible doubt about herself, even if there was something in the deep of her mind, it didn’t show or waver the proud expression. and to archibald, that was one of the most beautiful things somebody could have. considering her body was something that was to envy, a beautiful petitie frame, smooth skin, plump lips, dark hair, it wasn’t a surprise either. but it was that unwavering CONFIDENCE, there was nothing sexier, nor was there anything more enticing that having complete control over someone so self-assured, to have them begging at his feet. to have them to NEED him. though the pair hadn’t exactly reached the stage of begging verbally, their bodies certainly had. the blonde was observant, he knew that mimi wanted him, her eyes filled with passion and lust, having a need for a touch - HIS touch - to be on her once more. the boy had no qualms that he could strip her of her power and confidence, the thing that made her so high and mighty and have her whimpering at his fingertips. she was already practically putty in his hands, the gasping and moaning, the clawing of her hands --- and they hadn’t even reached the climax of the event yet. quite literally. but perhaps he hadn’t given the other quite enough credit, while she was gasping, he was groaning, she had shed him of just as much of his pride and confidence as he had. perhaps even more considering how he held blood status in such high regard. lips took great advantage of the skin as she threw her head back, lips exploring it with an eagerness, as they were pressed against the wall, he was high off her taste, her scent, her feel, he was high off of her and only wanted more, no complaints falling from his lips as she began to finish stripping off his shirt, nor at the second she took to flash brown eyes over his torso, swollen lips only moving from her neck as he watched her travel down his body, breath hitching slightly as she did so. just has he enjoyed reducing others to quivering and whimpering at his touch, she enjoyed the idea of him wanting her too. he had tried to convince himself that he didn’t want nor need her many times, perhaps he both wanted ( and maybe needed ) her in this moment, but once that had passed, that moment was obsolete and he would make sure that she knew that. but he could never quite properly do it. nor could he ever PROPERLY convince himself, at least he couldn’t now, not with her hands pulling away his belt and brushing against his pants --- he had grown hard a long time ago, unable to contain a low groan as she did so, this time his back pressed up against the cold wall, though he didn’t linger on that thought considering how dangerously close her fingers were from him. he wet his lips once more, tempted to roll his eyes - stupid question - as he tried to maintain his composure despite the need for her driving him to the brink of craziness, the boy about five seconds away from unable to contain it much further. “i certainly won’t complain.” he muttered, teeth almost gritted as blue eyes lingered on her, the teasing and brightness suggested in her tone simply c r u e l. hues now stuck on the teeth that had sunk into her bottom lip, the thought, the knowledge of what her lips could do causing him to buck his hips forward slightly, for once, impatient. though in a situation like this it wasn’t something unusual, especially if it were with mimi, chest heaving with anticipation. 

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“ DON’T PLAY NICE “ // a raziela and archie playlist.

everybody wants to rule the world - lorde. “there's a room where the light won't find you; holding hands while the walls come tumbling down; when they do, I'll be right behind you” || invincible - muse. “and tonight; we can truly say; together we're invincible” || we must be killers - mikky ekko. “and we all know what we've done; we must be killers; children of the wild ones” || dark doo wop - ms mr. “if we're gonna die, bury us alive; if they're searching for us they'll find us side by side” ||  take me to church - hozier. ”’we were born sick,’ you heard them say it” || flawless remix - beyoncé, niki minaj. “i wake up looking this good; and I wouldn't change it if I could” || glory and gore - lorde. “now we're in the ring; and we're coming for blood” || power - kanye west. “stop trippin' I'm tripping off the power; till then, fuck that the world's ours” || money power glory - lana del ray. “hallelujah, I'm gonna take them for all that they got” || sweet dreams (are made of this) - eurythmics. “some of them want to abuse you; some of them want to be abused” || power & control - marina and the diamonds. “power and control; i’m gonna make you fall” || demons - imagine dragons. “when you feel my heat; look into my eyes it’s where my demons hide” || never forget you - mnek, zara larsson. “from the day that I met you; i knew that i would love you till the day I die” || run this town - jay z, kanye west, rhianna. “only thing that's on my mind; is who's gonna run this town tonight; we gonna run this town” || seven devils - florence and the machine. “holy water cannot help you now; see I've had to burn your kingdom down” || stabat mater - woodkid. “hey, do you recall when the war was just a game?”

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margaery.

Margaery mimicked her brother’s smirk, making them look eerily similar. Sure they were very much alike; blonde, tall, beautiful. However, while Archibald had never had any lack of female friends, the young Slytherin didn’t really have many friends of the opposite sex, partly because every boy around school were either terribly boring, terribly ugly or simply just terrible. But also partly because her brother tended to be very protective of her, and especially when it came to boys. So that was usually the area where she wished he would give her a little bit more room to play, even though she knew it would never happen. She could probably have been married for six years and he would still expect her to be a virgin. Not that Margaery really cared that much now, as all the boys at Hogwarts were either pathetic or absolutely disgusting, but at all the pureblood events their mother made them go to, the story was quite different. Though she pretended as though the boys, no men, there were just as disgusting so as to not get her brother all wound up. “All hope of them ever salvaging their name is lost for good. Honestly I don’t even understand how it is possible to have lost all pride and respect for oneself to such an extent.” Margaery replied with a small scoff. The blonde girl then let out another soft sigh, as a feeling of sympathy for her brother appeared: sure she had it bad enough rooming with that Potter girl, but he shared a room with both a Potter and a Malfoy. The Malfoys, whose name was considered one of the great ones just one generation ago, but had now been tarnished as well, due to poor parenting and ridiculous life choices made by their son. At least the Weasley’s at school weren’t the sole reason for their family name having become a disgrace   it had been happening for quite a while. “I honestly don’t know what’s worse, having to share a room with a Potter, or having to not commit a felony whenever I step into the common room and see one of those blood-traitors.”

It wasn’t so much that the boy didn’t trust his sister when it came to others. She was a ROWLE, she was born to have impeccable taste and nothing but the highest standards. Their family would settle for nothing short of the best. However, that was where the problem arose, nobody could ever be the best for his little sister. He always managed to find in a fault in whatever suitor their mother thought appropriate, shadowing her a little too closely at the event and balls their mother threw. They would never be good enough for her: too dull, too charming, too weak, too unintelligent. There would probably ALWAYS be a fault, even if it was the tiniest detail. She was the one of the only people in the word the boy would happily give his life for, he wasn’t about to let her run off with someone who wasn’t worthy of her hand. So, he often resorted to handing her people he knew she wouldn’t be the slightest bit interested with. At least then that could bide him some time. Though, he would never really be ready to see someone getting handsy with his sister. “It all started centuries ago and it’s only gone downhill - at an alarming rate - from there.” The disease spread everywhere and unfortunately for the boy he seemed to be stuck with the worst of the worst, something that really did grind his gears. He did his best to avoid them as much as possible though, silencing spells around his bed had grown to become a necessity. He let out a small snort in agreement with the other blonde, “I’m yet to find a way that I poison them all without the blame looking directly to me.” He sighed, “It’s not like I’ve kept my disdain for everyone particularly subtle and everybody knows none of my other pathetic roommates would be up for it.”

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scorpius.

“Oh no, don’t worry about it, bud. I wouldn’t even want to think about your family, let alone touch it.” Scorpius sneered, completely baffled on how the other could hold his name so highly. Being a Malfoy, Scorpius had struggled with his family name and its history - but he never let it bother him. It was a name, at the end of the day. It was nothing to fight over. “How can you talk about respect to me?” The blonde practically laughed, shaking his head. “You stand there all high and mighty, talking about how my family is a disgrace and that I’m wrong to befriend people with thinner blood than me, and you,” he sit, stepping closer. “Have the fucking balls to talk to me about respect.” He spat, holding the boy’s eyes. “Oh Merlin, what a shame the Dark Lord isn’t around, right? I’m sure you and him would have been the best of friends.” He spoke, his voice high and cold, almost like a hiss. “Oh no, I didn’t need to eavesdrop. My grandfather tried to recruit me in his little… coup, as I’m sure you’re aware. But I turned him down. Because I have a little thing called decency but… Hey, maybe you should hit him up. I’m sure you’d fit right in at that death eater orgy. Not my scene, really.”

Archibald almost found it endearing how Scorpius was trying to give him a lecture in RESPECT: respect was something he had learnt about since he was able to understand. If you had respect you had everything and the people he respected, had power and honour, they had prestige. All things that were not gained by throwing away the gift of pure blood to mix with the likes of the Potters and Weasleys. “Because I value respect, Scorpius.” Blue eyes remained cold as the boy stepped closer towards him, supposedly in a act of ‘intimidation.’ But the other could and would NEVER intimate the boy, the people who had taught him respect were ruthless, cutthroat --- nothing like Scorpius could ever be. “I don’t waste it on those who don’t need, nor deserve it.” He replied, tone still cool as he looked down at him, a good few inches taller than him. He’d never need height to his advantage, but it didn’t help to have it on his side. “Well at least with him blood traitors like yourself and your beloved Weasleys wouldn’t be around, so I would’ve been eternally grateful. I’m sure anybody that would help rid of your presence would quickly climb up the list of people I like.” It wouldn’t take much considering it consisted of about three. The blonde had to stop lips from quirking upward at his next statement. He didn’t know what was more amusing --- the idea of Lucius, a man who had lost what little prestige he did have on the infamous battle was trying to recruit supporters himself. Probably trying re-climb the ranks. That or the fact that he would ever think that Scorpius, would have what it took. “Please,” The Slytherin drawled, “I have standards --- whatever point your grandfather is trying to prove is not one I would EVER want to be associated with. If your father hasn’t brought him enough disgrace, then you certainly will and there’s no point in trying to overcome that. Everyone remembers what he chose and they don’t tend to be very forgetful. At least I don’t.”

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scorpius.

“Likewise,”  Scorpius retorted. His eyes were so narrow they resembled slits of a snake and it took everything within him not to swing his arm and bring his kit bag down on the boy’s head. “Yet you complain about having to speak to me, and yet here you are still running those lips. Got something to prove, mate?” The blonde asked, tilting his head. “Because it almost seems to me that all your big boy talk is just a big ploy, it’s almost like your trying to convince yourself you’re better than me. It’s funny really,” he spoke, chuckling slightly before his face feel serious. “My name might not hold any relevance, or whatever the fuck in your shitty little society - which is based on purist, bloodist, bourgeois bullshit, by the way - but the Malfoys still have INFLUENCE. One word to my grandfather who, by the way is still pretty highly regarded among your society, from what I’ve heard, and your family is done. The perks of being my death eater grandfather’s favourite grandson, right?”

“Not particularly,” He sneered back, voice lazy, “I just need to make sure you know that there’s no way you could even touch my family and some people just have exceptionally thick skulls to try and get that into.” The suggestion that he was trying to convince himself that he was better than... Scorpius, was highly amusing and brows simply furrowed with the lack of logic in his statement, lips pursed as he simply glanced down at the other, face quizzical. For someone who had been told they were the BEST all of their life, that their name was one to carry pride and his blood was pure, blood traitors like the Malfoys didn’t come CLOSE to being considered equal to him or his family. The boy licked his lips, “Having influence and having enough respect to use that influence are two different things. As soon as your grandparents joined your father in defecting, anything ACTUALLY influential rather than a fancy title was lost. Lucius did nothing but run with his tail between his legs just like your father. In fact you’re all lucky the Dark Lord is dead because he lacks the compassion that overlooks whatever betrayal is seeming to be ignored now.” He let out a pained sigh, sick of the other’s whining, “Oh we are? Is that what you’ve heard from late night sneaking out and eavesdropping at grandpa’s? Because I think you have no idea what you’re talking about and you should really stop trying to pretend you do.”

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raziela.

    “one more year,” she repeated, shaking her head. it was hardly a secret she was completely ready to pack up her belongings and leave, not to mention to be rid of her roommates. “it cannot come fast enough, i swear. these people get more irritating by the second.” though at archie’s question about any summer plans, raziela shrugged her shoulders. “aside from finally changing my surname, no. no real plans—unless my mother planned a surprise ‘vacation’ to the family villa back in honduras. but if you’re looking for something, you know i’m up for anything. though, hell, if she was planning on going down there, i could probably talk her into letting you come along if you really wanted to.”

   her repetition of his words only made the year seem like forever away. but, the blonde had made it thus far and he figured he could survive one more year, their graduation day growing more appealing as each moment ticked by. “they really are. you’d think most of them would’ve hit their threshold by now, but unfortunately they have more stamina than what i had anticipated.” at least he would be able to rid himself of their presence over the summer, even if nothing else happened, that was ALWAYS a positive. he nodded slowly as she spoke, “considering you’re in my select few i can stand, i’m always up for something.” she was practically the only person outside of his family that didn’t irritate him after all. “and that sounds lovely, as long as i wouldn’t be intruding then i’d want to. i could do with some time without mother breathing down my neck.”

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 scorpius.

Scorpius allowed an amused chuckled to escape his lips, the boy was so uptight that it almost bordered on funny. Almost. “Oh wow,” the blonde slurred, coldly. “I should have known that I shouldn’t’ve wasted my breath, holding a conversation with someone so one dimensional really is quite difficult.” He narrowed his eyes through his curly yellow fringe, hanging over his forehead in a wet clump. He zipped up his jeans and straightened his shirt, preparing to leave but the boy pushed him too far and he stopped. He whirled around, dropping his kit bag on the floor and grabbing the boy by the collar, pulling him close. “It was fucking fine for you to talk shit about me, ARCH. Quite frankly, it was completely fine - funny, even. But then you just had to mention Rosie and her family, who, by the way, are worth more than you or your shitty second name could ever be.” He hissed, gripping the boy tightly in shaky hands. Scorpius was never one for confrontation, but he was not going to sit back while ones he loved were ridiculed. “If I ever the word Weasley in your mouth again, or anything at all insulting about anyone I love, I’ll make sure it’s the last thing you ever say.” He threatened, letting the boy down. “To coin a phrase,” he spat, stepping back and picking up his bag. “My father will hear about this, Rowle.”

“Well I wish you hadn’t.” Archibald replied in the same cold tone used by his fellow Slytherin, a smirk finding a way to his lips as he accused HIM of being one dimensional, “Holding a conversation with someone as insufferable as you is quite difficult for me as well.” Though it wasn’t like the blonde was trying, it was unlikely he would ever waste any effort on a Malfoy. He was slightly surprised when the boy dared to grab him by the collar however, he always figured the other to be too pathetic for any confrontation, though he still remained unphased, his expression BORED if anything, twitching slightly at the use of the nickname as he looked down at, but remaining rather stoic. At least he knew he had struck a chord. “You know that might actually be threatening if it wasn’t coming from you Scorpius, but there’s nothing you could do to me that I couldn’t do back five hundred times worse.” His lips were still pressed in a line, as he raised a brow “And why should I care what Draco hears? I find it rather pathetic that you have to resort to your father sorting out your issues firstly, and it’s not like there’s anything you could do. He defected, your name holds no relevance in our society whatsoever. Perhaps you should start to realise that you mean nothing, hold no power when it comes to people like me and my family. Your name only holds cowardice, not fear nor glory with you or anybody associated with it.”

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scorpius.

“Oh, sorry bud.” Scorpius rolled his eyes, teasingly. “Was just trying to make a conversation, Arch? What’s gotten up your butt, because it definitely wasn’t me no matter how much I wish it was.”

Blue eyes stared at the boy, ears slightly disbelieving for a moment --- he couldn’t honestly be serious. Bud? Arch? They may have shared the same blood but it did NOT mean the Slytherin shared any fondness for his roommate. “Firstly, it’s ARCHIBALD, --- and we are not ‘buds,’” the blonde replied, tone cold as he corrected the boy, having stopped in the middle of changing, lips pressed into a straight line. “And perhaps you should’ve thought about the fact that if i wanted to have a conversation with you then i would’ve said something. I didn’t because frankly I spend enough of my time forced into interacting with you and I’d rather not have any of my own free will when time could be spent far better elsewhere rather than answering completely obvious questions from you.” Cold eyes bore into the other for a second longer before he let go of the stare, reverting it back to where he was changing. He may have been a Malfoy, but he has definitely ran their name into the dirt, friends with Muggleborns, dating a Weasley --- at this point the other wizard was no better than a blood traitor. “Oh, you never know, it could’ve been you.” He muttered sarcastically, “Pompous, and frankly rather creepy know-it-alls who have ZERO credibility to them besides their name in which they abuse by running around with muggleborns and dating Weasleys have been irritating me as of late.”

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paige.

the lennox’s truly believed that everyone knew how they loved their daughter. truth be told, paige had been a formality; a tool to prove that the marriage between xander and fae was legitimate. they were fond of each other, sure, but neither had really desired to be a parent. so when paige came along, bright, ready to explore–how were they supposed to know what to do? xander immersed himself in his work, taking interest in his daughter when she reached out in her attempts to understand him. he found her cute, but when her knowledge started to rival his own, she became a competitor. he studied the samples she sent to him, of course, put them to the side and made his own notes that would one day be attached to his name for his next publication. fae realized that she had a second chance at raising in the social ranks–she had married into the lennox family at the request of her father and rubbed shoulders with the right people in the ministry, but at her age, she was beginning to plateau. unless her daughter succeeded. so there paige was, stuck between two people who used other humans as tools, their daughter never being an exception.

paige sucked in a breath. “i know.” she said–it was in response to everything archie had said–about her parents and their relationship. she wiped her eyes, quickly composing herself. it was a lapse in judgement. a mistake. she had been making enough of those to last a lifetime lately. it was time to bring it back in, put the blinders on, and return to the same, stoic yet polite model daughter she had been. eyes looking down at all of the papers, she wanted nothing more than for archie’s piercing stare to look at anything but her. “i’ll, um–i’ll tell the professor that you helped with this. i can finish it on my own.” she said, taking a step back to create a little bit of distance between the two. be selfish? she thought. despite appearances, the brunette had never really done anything that would only benefit herself–every action was calculated based on how it would effect those closest to her, or how her parents would react if they found out she had said a certain thing or acted a certain way. if she were to really be selfish, how would her life be different? would she be dating tristan, would she have worked so hard with potions if she wasn’t always trying to understand her father–would she even be the same person? 

perhaps family was the one thing that set the rowle’s out from so many of their pureblood counterparts. so many of their families were cold and distant, only remaining a family for public appearances and when the time deemed it necessary. it wasn’t the same for the rowle’s. the two children had grown up knowing both great care and love in their life from their parents --- in particular from their mother.perhaps it was surprising they ended up so cold when they had nothing BUT a support system and a family who gave them all that a family should. adair rowle cared for her children in a way that many mothers did, she would do ANYTHING for them. she had never married for love but rather power and though thorfinn was important to her, he would never be on the same level as their children. that wasn’t saying that they weren’t willing to use their children, because she needed them to give the family power, right any wrongs that had been done by their father and restore their family name to be one of upmost glory, any shames to it long forgotten. the only difference was that they did it willingly. they had been trained from a young age, and with a family that was so close-knit, why would you ever dare to stray from what they taught you, what they believed in? 

the boy didn’t have much of a reaction to her words, cold blue hues simply lingering on the girl as she composed herself, wiping away the tears she had dared to spill a few moments ago, the moment where she had let down the image of the ice queen. he didn’t reply, but felt like pointing out if she knew, then there wasn’t any reason to make such a fuss about everything --- certainly not the type of fuss that involved TEARS anyway. her voice surprised him slightly, the blonde letting out a small shrug, “if you say so.” he wasn’t about to protest, he had just pointed out how selfishness was important after all. he had never seen the issue with putting yourself first, you were the most important person in your life and you always would be. it was your brain and your heart that kept you running, not anybody else’s despite all the the sickening love bullshit people seemed to go on about. humans were there for the same reason all species were, to survive and pass on their genetic pool to their next generation, they were simply just more advanced than others. in other animal kingdoms you didn’t see lions not eating because they were afraid to hurt the feelings of whatever poor gazelle they were to devour and you didn’t see the gazelle doing anything other than something for it’s own personal gain and perhaps that of their second generation. though animals travelled in groups, that was always for the safety in numbers strategy, ALWAYS for their own benefit of survival, of protection. humans were wired to be selfish and archibald didn’t see a problem with that. if paige didn’t want his help, he didn’t need to give it to her and it wasn’t like he hadn’t helped slightly, the pile of papers stacked in front of where he stood evidence of his work.  though it was nothing in comparsion to the pages they - PAIGE - had left to do. “have fun.” the boy said before he left, tone dripping with his usual sarcasm, offering the brunette a infamous cold smile before he left the room, feeling considerable better as soon as he wasn’t in her perimeter. 

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♘ - any pets they might have

if you would count his owl as a pet then that would be it. archibald doesn’t see it as a pet however. the boy doesn’t see the point in pets --- what is the use in an animal that you have to constantly look after for no personal gain whatsoever? especially if their repayment for your loyalty is to slobber all over you or leave everything you own covered in hair and your arms covered in scratches. an owl on the other hand is far more independent than most animals are serves a practical purpose. he has a grey long-eared owl called morticia that possesses a sharp bite if you’re not careful.

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raziela.

     “if there’s one thing i’m most looking forward to, it has to be summer holiday. being at this bloody school is tiring, and honestly i am tired of it. and of the people, save for a very select few, but those are details.”

    archie let out a small sigh, the blonde agreeing with everything the witch was saying, but then again, when did they not? “i couldn’t agree more --- this place often feels like some sort of personal hell. but just think, only one more year.” a year too long in his opinion, but unfortunately he had not been blessed with the ability to control time. he didn’t bother on commenting on the select few, the wizard already assured he was included. besides his sister, she was one of the few the boy could ACTUALLY stand. “did you have plans? for this summer i mean.”

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scorpius.

“Hey, what’re you doing in here?”

Archibald raised a brow at the other boy. “I’m changing. I do believe these are what these rooms are for Malfoy.” The blonde muttered, giving him a patronising look. Why did everyone in this school feel compelled to be so bloody nosy?

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margaery.

“You have a point. And after all    why lie when telling people the truth is oh-so entertaining?” The blonde girl asked with a mischievous glimmer in her eyes. She knew her brother liked to keep tabs on what she was doing at all times, so she always made sure to be extremely careful whenever she did something Archibald wouldn’t be thrilled with. But to her disappointment, he always seemed to find out sooner or later. Which just made Margaery VERY curious as to what kind of network he really had around here, and if she’d ever be able to successfully keep something from him for more than half a year    it had actually turned into a personal game for her. “Very pathetic.” Margaery tuned in as she nodded her head in agreement. Her entire life, she’d watched their mother do everything in her power to restore the Rowle name after their father’s mistake, which definitely was easier said than done. And therefore she and her brother had both grown to never take their status for granted, which was probably why they both were so insistent on not fraternizing with the wrong kind. At the mention of the Weasleys and the Potters, Margaery wrinkled up her nose in slight disgust. She definitely disliked most of them even more than she disliked mudbloods    it was just their entire air of importance when really the most impressive thing either of them have ever done was being born. “You can think of as many as TWO? I can think of one, and that is on a good day.” She replied, partly joking. Sure, all of them weren’t absolutely terrible and she definitely did her best to stay civil with the Slytherins of the bunch    mostly for the sake of peace and quiet than out of any actual respect for them.

He smirked, the glimmer of mischief shining in her eyes not something that was missed. “It’s beyond me.” It wasn’t like Archibald kept an eye on his sister every hour of every day, she needed to have her freedom. But she WAS his baby sister, he needed to know when somebody needed a serious talking to. The boy simply grimaced in response, head shaking at the notion once again. There was little sense in it too, the boy would rather be seen as stuck-up and have respect, or at last have the power of fear rather than be seen as a whiny baby who was somehow genuinely liked within in the school. Though at this point in his school career he has stopped doubting things, it was obviously the majority did not feel the same about most things as he and his sister did. he let out a snort at her comment, “Perhaps I was being generous then, offering them a glimmer of hope that they could actually salvage their name. But they’ve run it right into the dirt, so nearly everyone knows THAT isn’t going to happen.” There was only about two he could stand. The term ‘stand’ being used loosely of course. It was bad enough they’d infiltrated with Slytherin, that alongside the fact he had to room with both a Malfoy --- who had tarnished their name as well. That and a Potter. Blood traitors were never welcome in the pureblood community, they were seen to have a gift and then abuse it. That gift was something the pair of siblings had been taught to VALUE. As for the Potters, it wasn’t as if his father had created the best relationship with them - or ANY of the ‘past’ deatheaters, but it wasn’t if they were anything actually special. 

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paige.

of course she had known it was fake. everything in her life was fake. every relationship, whether it was to social acquaintances, family friends, even–she shuddered to think–her own parents, was just a hollow imitation of a real, intimate love. but it was the only love she had ever known. there was cecil, of course, but that–it wasn’t anything. it couldn’t be. so she wrote it off as unreal, just a fantasy. she had repressed those feelings far enough that by the time archie came along, it seemed like it could have a veneer of reality. even if he didn’t really love her, maybe the people watching would think he did. then, maybe paige could believe it, too.

i doubt they’ll ever be proud of you alone. somehow, archibald rowle had managed to verbalize paige’s biggest fear. it was one that, in the back of her mind, she knew would be true. she would never be good enough to impress either of her parents. xander would always be too involved in his own work to notice or take pride in paige’s progress as a potioneer; her mother would always find another social barrier to overcome. she wanted to tell archie that she would be a great potioneer, marry a different sacred twenty-eight family, and her parents would really be proud. but she knew it was a lie. she wasn’t a great potioneer–she didn’t think she ever would be, and she was convinced she had ruined her chances with tristan, another boy who she didn’t think could really love her, anyway. she looked down, feeling her lip quiver again. she didn’t want archie to see the tear that had rolled down the corner of her eye. the question she asked wasn’t even one that she expected him to answer. it was one that she been asking herself since before she even knew what blood purity was.

“why aren’t i good enough? i…i spend so much time trying to be the best daughter, student, girlfriend. it just–you broke my heart and didn’t even notice.”

archibald didn’t share paige’s fear of parents being proud. the rowles would never NOT be proud of their son. or their daughter for that matter. unless they did something unworthy which was very unlikely. they had both happily moulded into the ideal their parents ( in particular their mother ) had wanted for them. it wasn’t something that had happened as soon as they sprung out. it took time to nuture them both, grow them into who they were today and why wouldn’t they be proud? they were everything they had hoped for, strong, independent, intelligent, proud of their blood, proud of their name, they were the very definition of a rowle. 

another quality he shared with the majority of his family was his coldness. they were very warm together, their family was what was important, but to anybody else --- who cared? the blonde didn’t surround himself with people who were very emotional, but rather others like himself, and he had never really been exposed to such raw emotion, which was perhaps why it was so uncomfortable for him when it was expressed. that was something the boy always did his best to suppress, you didn’t just lose your cold demeanor if you had a reputation to uphold. so, when blue eyes focused in on th small tremor in her lip and they shininess from her eyes, he wasn’t really sure of what to do. he wasn’t going to go over and comfort her, he wasn’t that sort of person, especially when he supposed he was the one who had made her cry as well. at her question he simply shrugged, “that’s a matter to bring up with your parents, not me.” he didn’t know why paige wasn’t enough, despite his disdain for her, she was a good daughter, a good pureblood daughter. so he didn’t see a reason for her parents NOT to be proud --- that was their decision. at the mention of breaking her heart, the blonde simply shrugged. “i couldn’t help if you fell for me. there’s always casualties in perhaps everything. that’s why you have to look out for yourself --- selfishness keeps you from getting hurt. besides, i can promise you it was nothing personal.”