Beautiful Fool

Florence Greengrass. Twenty. Beauxbatons alumna. Living the beautiful life.

[beautifulfoolflorence]

blxckhcle:

Dragging her head up to meet the eye contact of whomever had spoken to her, was proving incredibly difficult. It felt as heavy as a stone sodden with rain. Behind her eyes clouds settled, refusing to let up regardless of how many times she blinked. The headache settling between her temples grumbled like thunder, clapping with every slight movement. At first, the headaches had knocked her out for six. Heavy medication would do that. However, she hadn’t realised what an awful thing it would be to mix alcohol or medicinal potions with her tablets. 

Well, now she knew.

Was she hungover? Partly, probably, but mostly it was her body adjusting. A low moan escaped her lips as she brought a hand to her head, pressing her cool palm to her hot skin. She exhaled. 

“Yes,” she finally answered. “But I’m not staying long,” she informed them. “I just need a greasy breakfast and a strong coffee,” Finally she raised her head, pressing an awkward, forced smile to her lips. She was trying, you couldn’t say she wasn’t. She’d kept a low profile since re-emerging from the unknown; working hard and working on herself. 

Florence was on her way to a meeting when she decided to stop at one of the breakfast places that she liked. She knew that it was going to be a long meeting, they usually were, so getting breakfast and coffee beforehand was the smart and responsible choice. After graduation, her mother had convinced her to join a few charities, insisting that it would look good, and while Florence had initially been against it, she had grown to enjoy dedicating her time to a few charities that she picked out. It kept her occupied just enough that people didn’t think that she was laying around, doing nothing all day, but it still gave her plenty of free time to do as she pleased.

She was waiting for her order when she happened to look over and she spotted Bellatrix Black with a start.

Her first reaction, was that she couldn’t remember the last time that she had seen her. But then she realized that she didn’t look very good. She glanced around the small restaurant, and frowned, wondering if she should go over there, or if she should pretend that she didn’t see her.

But then she thought of Evan, and how he probably wouldn’t like that, and she made her way over. “Bellatrix?” She tried cautiously, unsure of how she would react. “Are you okay?” When she said that she needed a greasy breakfast and coffee, she laughed lightly. “A long night?” She asked curiously. 

[beautifulfoolflorence]

adrianmckinnon:

it could be said that the annoyance that was clear in adrian’s posture could have been from the headline that graced the daily prophet this morning. a frown was across his face and his brows were furrowed. he stood with his shoulders slouched, his arms folded across his chest, and it looked as if he were trying to make himself seem smaller. frankly, he was uncomfortable. he hated diagon alley. there were always too many people and the frantic whispering had set him on edge. 

“ it’s not fair. it isn’t. but i can’t say i’m surprised it happened. like, i wasn’t expecting it or anything, but tensions are high and people are terrible. ” he repeated himself without hesitation. finally, a sigh escaped through his parted lips and he looked at her. her expression was something akin to tragic; he wondered if he weren’t so numb if his expression would resemble hers. he felt bad for how upset she was. “ i can’t tell you why, but it really doesn’t look good for mister lestrange. ”

In a few hours, Florence would mostly forget how upset she was currently. She couldn’t help it, she was just easily distracted, and at home, she didn’t like to ask Evan to talk about his work all the time, figuring that he would rather keep that at work and not bring it back home. Politics and the nuances that came with it went right over her head. But she could see how this was terrible, how taking money from people who needed it was terrible. And that made her sad for the people who needed it.

As he repeated that people were terrible, she nodded her head. “Yes...they are,” she finally agreed. She took him in, he looked so...tired? She wasn’t sure if that was the right word to describe him, but there was something...haunted about his eyes. “This has never happened before, though...not at any of the balls i’ve been to,” she pondered, frowning. At the mention of Rodolphus, she looked at him, surprised. “People are going to blame Rodolphus?” She asked. “He would never take the money.” That she was sure of. 

[beautifulfoolflorence]

nvrcissa:

the past few weeks had felt like a whirlwind, and narcissa didn’t know whether it was a sigh of relief or disappointment that left her lips. accomplishing a goal always gave her a rush, especially when it was something that would definitely have not been approved by the people she called her parents, but at the same time she couldn’t help but feel sorry it was over, the feeling of monotony threatening to set in again.

she wasn’t quite sure where she was planning to head to, but it seemed her sweet tooth was in charge this afternoon as she found herself walking in the direction of Fortescue’s, hoping to see a familiar face.

Florence was bored. With the whole money scandal, Evan was needed at work more than usual, it seemed, and she hated being alone, so she had spent most of her time shopping. Florence already had a very extensive wardrobe and had more clothes than a normal person could ever possibly wear, but that didn’t stop her from buying more. She had a problem, she would happily admit that, but that didn’t mean that she wanted to change things. Material things, buying things, was a language that she knew very well, and one that would never change.

She was getting ready to pick something up for lunch when she spotted Narcissa. Making a beeline for the other girl, she called out. “Narcissa!” She finally made it across the crowded street. “How are you? I feel like it’s been ages!”

[beautifulfoolflorence]

evnrcsicr:

Evan would have been lying if he said it had been a spur of the moment decision. But in reality, he’d had a couple of days to plan the big heist. Stealing the money had been pathetically easy, no one had seen fit to place any sort of protective spells around the box–leaving it open for any random wixen or house elf to dip their hands into the chamber. So slipping the coin into a small charmed pouch had required no more effort than a first-year learning how to ride a broom for the first time. 

He didn’t plan on keeping the money through–no, his plan was always and would always be to help tear apart the organization from the inside out, and if he had to resort to illegal measures to complete this task, well, he’d sold his soul to the devil years ago. Slow, anonymous donations have begun trickling into St Mungo’s–and in a month all the funds would be back to the proper location. 

In this moment, Evan found himself sipping a pint at a local pub, his turbulent thoughts and emotions not clouded on his face, offering a grimace as yet another person mentioned the scandal, “Surely we have more interesting things to gossip about?”

Florence was enjoying herself, while it wasn’t the classiest of places, the local pub was somewhere that she enjoyed going to with Evan. To most, it would be surprising that someone like Florence could be happy in a pub, typically she was happiest in a beautiful, and expensive dress, having cocktails at an expensive restaurant. But sometimes the more relaxed vibe of the pub was a nice change, especially given that everyone she ran into the last few days wanted nothing more than to talk about the stolen money, and what did she think.

Call her spoiled, but she didn’t really care. After the initial shock, she had gotten over it rather quickly, and she didn’t want to constantly think about it. It was just too sad, and Florence didn’t do sad when it was about other people. She figured that somebody would fix the problem, the money would be found, and everything would be fine. There was nothing to worry about. Florence scanned the room and smiled when she saw Evan. He made her happy, and she would do whatever it took to make him happy. 

Noticing the look on Evan’s face, she was instantly at his side, shooting the person a look. “Evan isn’t working right now,” she said. “If you need to talk to him, see him at work.” She smiled at her fiance, and looked at his drink. “Do you need anything?” She asked. Leaning over to his ear, she whispered, “I think that that guy is checking you out.”

[beautifulfoolflorence]

adrianmckinnon:

“ people are dicks. ” adrian had little else to say on the matter. he had long since learned the cruelties of people and he had resigned himself to a quiet acceptance since then. he didn’t know how to react to the tragedies the world offered — who really did ?? — but all too often he took things too hard. he let every sadness and cruelty burrow themselves into his heart, where they lingered and ached, serving only to further push him into the depths of the angst he already sunk into. he dwelled on everything small and big. 

what could he do in these circumstances ?? he was never the most competent at magic — merlin, he didn’t even take his newts ( or finish his sixth year, for that matter ) — and more often than not he couldn’t bring himself to even leave his house, let alone his room. he let his gaze turn towards the girl, mumbling an apology for his language. “ i’m not wrong, though. people are terrible. ”

Florence frowned, not because of his language, but because it was all just so horrible to comprehend. She knew that people were terrible, but to steal money from people that needed it? That just seemed so awful. She didn’t have the words to express herself about how terrible this was. Florence didn’t usually take notice to these types of things. She had no reason to, she preferred to think of the beautiful things in life, like shopping and balls and pretty dresses, she didn’t like to think of stolen galleons after a ball.

She barely registered his apology, the frown still stuck on her face. It was an unnatural look for her, she didn’t frown often. “I just...don’t understand who could have done it?” She said, phrasing it more like a question. “I just...don’t know.” She looked at him. “Someone shouldn’t have done that...the galleons were going to do something good...why would someone take them?” Florence knew he didn’t have the answers, but she didn’t either and that frustrated her. Where was Evan when she needed him?

[beautifulfoolflorence]

Florence loved shopping. It could be said that she had a bit of a problem, but with a seemingly limitless Gringotts account and an enabling mother, the problem was exacerbated. She had grown bored of the decor at home, and decided that it was time for a change. Florence had been shopping with her mother all morning, spending entirely too much money, but she never paid attention to the price, if she liked something, she bought it. She was excited to go home and change out all of the decor and to see what fit where, but first, her mother had suggested that they stop for lunch in Diagon Alley before going their separate ways. Given all of her bags, she had apparated home to drop them off, promising to meet her mother at the restaurant. 

The first thing that she noticed was the whispering and the crowd of people standing around the Daily Prophet stand. Usually she didn’t pay attention to anything news related, preferring to get her news from Evan or Josephine, but something stopped her today. When she read the headline, she just stared in shock. The money was gone? How could that happen? She didn’t understand. “How could that happen?” She asked the closest person to her. 

[beautifulfoolflorence]

calamityofagirl:

Marlene shrugged at question. “Drinking, fighting, sex, kickboxing, wrestling, swimming,” she listed “the things that make you sweat or get your heart racing.” She finished with a grin. She was an active person, she liked to be moving, not standing stiff at a ball.

Florence liked Marlene’s honesty. “What’s kickboxing like?” She asked curiously. Her mother would freak out if she ever showed interest in something like that, she was sure, but Florence was still curious. “That explains why you look so amazing!” 

[beautifulfoolflorence]

underneathsilk:

Hearing a familiar voice, Josephine turned to face her friend with a grin. “I was wondering when I’d see you. Don’t you look absolutely stunning?” she exclaimed as she gave Florence a hug in greeting. Her relationship with Florence was an interesting one. She’d been so easy to befriend and manipulate, to pull her close once she was nearing adulthood. She’d gotten her into parties and introduced her to many people, in return using Florence’s money and picking up any gossip she heard. But Josephine did care for the younger girl she’d had found, she truly would hate for her to ever be hurt. “I’ve been having a wonderful time. And you?

Florence loved Josephine, not just for all of the opportunities that she had given her, but because she was smart and beautiful and amazing. “Thank you!” She said happily. “You look beautiful, I love your dress!” She exclaimed. Florence couldn’t really remember a time not knowing Josephine and her family. When she was younger, she had always looked up to Josephine, she had always thought that she was just so cool and amazing and she was sometimes still surprised that they were friends now. But she was so glad that they were. “Me too!” She said, happily. “Everything is so amazing, Rodolphus really outdid himself this time,” she said as she scanned the room. 

[beautifulfoolflorence]

calamityofagirl:

“That there is.” Marlene said with a forced smile, downing the rest of her wine as her eyes scanned the room for Evan. Save me from your sweet stupid fiancee. Marlene looked out to the sea of people dancing and mingling. It was all a diversion, all a distraction and so many had fallen for it. “Yeah. Balls aren’t really my kind of thing. At least not this kind.” she said as she grabbed another glass of wine from a passing waiter.

Florence smiled and then looked around. Everyone looked so happy and she loved looking at all of the dresses that the women were wearing. She absolutely loved clothes, and shopping, and it always inspired her to see the different styles that people had. She looked at Marlene when she spoke again. “I understand.” She didn’t really, but wasn’t going to say anything. “What kinds of things do you like to do?” She asked curiously. 

[beautifulfoolflorence]

calamityofagirl:

“That’s true, at least there’s free alcohol.” Marlene agreed with a grin, as she downed her drink. “And you? Are you enjoying yourself?”

Florence smiled. “See! There is always a bright side to a crappy situation,” she said. She took a drink from her glass and then nodded her head. “I love things like this. I love all the dresses and everyone always looks so beautiful.”

[beautifulfoolflorence]

amycuscarrw:

Amycus was received with quiet gasps and whispers as soon as he walked through the door. People were surprised, he guessed, that he would ever come anywhere near the Lestrange manor. He paid no attention, greeting his acquaintances like he would at any other event. Amycus kept his head up high, roaming through the party like a snake circling a prey, moving gracefully, his expression holding nothing but a slight hint of arrogance. Keep your enemies close, it’s what they say; even if takes coming to a party filled with scum. Out of a sudden, someone bumped into him, almost causing his champagne to spill. Amycus looked over his shoulder slowly to face the other person.  “You see, had this spilled on my clothes, I would’ve been forced to hurt you,” he said, keeping his expression serious, even if his tone came out as somewhat playful.

Florence was enjoying her night, as she walked through the ball, mingling here and there with people that she knew or needed to suck up to for whatever reason. She was not paying attention when suddenly she was bumped into someone. Her champagne thankfully didn’t spill, and as she turned, she was shocked to see Amycus Carrow there. While she didn’t know much of anything about politics, she did know enough to know that Amycus was no longer involved with the campaign. So seeing him there, was rather shocking. At his words, she smiled, and let out a bright laugh. “Oh, Amycus, you are so silly,” she said. “I’m glad I didn’t spill your champagne, you have a lovely suit on,” she said smiling. She didn’t like being around Amycus, he made her very uncomfortable, and when she was uncomfortable, she always laughed and said dumb things. But she always tried to hide her feelings, it was a trait that she had learned a long time ago.

[beautifulfoolflorence]

rabastahn:

Rabastan was brooding through the party, each time he heard Rod’s voice or caught his face in the corner of his eye his mood soured. He only had one drink so he could keep his wits about him, just in case. When he stepped into a side hallway, one that was narrow and quiet, between the main ballroom and a set of bathrooms and closets, he found someone already there. “Clever hiding spot, I thought so too.” He sighed as he leaned his head back against the white marble wall, feeling the cool stone seep into his skin. He didn’t care that the stranger saw him in a moment of honest emotion, he was exhausted.

Florence had met a cute French diplomat and had told him to meet her away from the ballroom. She was just planning on a little bit of making out and then going back down to the party. Foreign diplomats were the best, they didn’t know her, and they disappeared the next day, leaving no messy loose ends. She heard footsteps coming down the hallway, she turned to face him. But when she saw that it was Rabastan, she suddenly was glad that it wasn’t the diplomat after all, she hadn’t realized how easy it would be to find her there. “Yeah, I just needed a break,” she said casually, worried that the diplomat would come now that Rabastan was there. She watched him and a look of concern took over her face. “Are you okay?”

[beautifulfoolflorence]

rodolphuslcstrange:

A sudden knock on the door caused them to fly apart. He recovered his wits first, shouting out, “Just a moment!” as he rushed to fix his appearance. He opened the bathroom door just widely enough to greet their intruder, while shielding Emmeline behind him from prying eyes, giving her the privacy and the time to redress herself. His hair was a mess, tie undone and coat discarded on the floor by his feet. Had he taken the time to glance in the mirror first, he would have noticed the smudge of lipstick on his cheek. He cleared his throat, attempting to retrieve some small modicum of decency back. “May I help you?”

Florence made her way to the second floor of the manor in search of her favorite bathroom. Perhaps it was rude of a guest to venture beyond the limits of the party, but Florence didn’t care. The bathroom had the best lighting and she wanted to touch up her makeup and make sure she still looked good. Turning a corner, she walked to the bathroom and tried to push it open, but she furrowed her brows when she realized that it was locked. She knocked on the door and then stepped back. Despite it being his home, seeing Rodolphus surprised her. She couldn’t stop the giggle that flew past her lips as she realized the situation that he was in. “Oh! I’m sorry,” she told him, trying to look serious. “So sorry to disturb you. I’ll just go find a different bathroom.”

[beautifulfoolflorence]

calamityofagirl:

Marlene had never met Florence, but she recognised her as Evan’s fiancee. “Not particularly.” she said as she sipped from her glass. “It’s hard to enjoy a party when you hate the host.”

Florence kept the smile on her lips, although she didn’t quite know what to say. Situations like this were always tricky, she never knew how to react. “Wow,” She said. “I totally love your honesty,” she finally decided. “At least there’s a bar, right?”

[beautifulfoolflorence]

evnrcsicr:

His eyes softened when Florence spoke, a part of his had a huge soft spot for the Greengrass heir. His fiance. And what a funny thing that was. “You are the exception to every rule, darling.” His voice was fond, playful. “The rest of the party however…”

“Would it be arrogant to say that we’re the best looking couple here?” She teased. Florence smiled at her fiance, glad to hear him soften up a bit. “I have seen some absolutely horrid dresses tonight. If you get the chance, check out Mrs. Fawley’s dress, sheesh,” she said, making a face. “It is truly awful,” she said. “Do you need another drink?”

[beautifulfoolflorence]

evnrcsicr:

Evan took a sip of his bourbon, leaning against the wall behind him as he scowled at the room, not bothering to mask his distaste, though he understands it’s political significance, “Doesn’t everyone look so lovely tonight?” His voice came out sarcastic as he scowled. 

Florence was glad when she finally found Evan. She had been looking for him everywhere, wanting to check up on him, but she wasn’t surprised to find him in the back, away from the rest of the party. “I know that you are being sarcastic, but I think I do look quite lovely tonight,” she said, hoping to get a smile out of him, or a little smirk. Something. She thought that he was far too serious all the time. 

[beautifulfoolflorence]

calamityofagirl:

“Well, isn’t this lovely?” Marlene murmured sarcastically. She stood near the back, holding a glass of wine as she scanned the room.

Florence raised an eyebrow. She recognized Marlene from her campaign poster’s. She didn’t really know what to think about it all, but she had to respect that she was running for something that she believed in. “You’re not having fun?” She asked, kindly, taking a sip of her own champagne.