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arborouses:

TILDEN.

Where: Diagon Alley. Who: Open. When: 22nd of September, 1984.

There was never a wizarding event that didn’t astonish the once simple farm boy. As he walked the streets of Diagon Alley, his eyes razed over every decoration, every outfit, trying to keep his hands off every new and interesting magical device and delicacy that he found. It was his first Autumnal Equinox Festival, and he was looking to enjoy all that it had to offer.

Upon reading the news and flyers and hearing through the festival activities through the radio and friends, he knew of some of the events to go on. He had wanted to see the potioneer contest, knew that it was advertised for children, but had wondered if it was only for children. Tilden was always ready to show off his extraordinary potion-brewing skills, even if it meant completely obliterating the children within the competition too. There was also the auction he wanted to visit, to see if there were any magical plants that had been left behind or cauldrons with wacky personalities within.

Tapping a stranger on the shoulder, he asked them, “so, do you know if this potions contest is only for kids?”

The one thing about the festival that he wasn’t a fan of was the intermingling that occurred within different statuses of society. Of course he was going to show his face considering the part that his wife had played in this festival. It would be rude not to show but he didn’t want to mingle with everyone and have to put on a nice face.

He didn’t know much of the other man, their paths never crossing due to Lucius’ age. Not that he would want their paths to cross considering he knew of every so called wizard that didn’t have the same blood status as him. It left a distaste in his mouth, of course, having to now speak to this man since he obviously got his attention. “Yes, it’s for children.” He said shortly, not wanting to have to talk to him, knowing that it wasn’t good for his status. “Is your life really that sad that you have to beat children?”

#prejudice tw #blood status tw #{ aborouses }#{ tilden : 001 }#{ 22 September }

mugglxbornmary:

MARY.

healing herbs | OPEN

autumn was about to be upon them once more. the last days of spring clung to the earth; unhappy that their time was over so quickly. persephone was being called back to the underworld and hadn’t quite yet finished with the flowers, if you were into that mythos. but this was ever the more emphasised ( that spring was ending and autumn about to begin ) by the autumnal equinox festival which had started taking shape within wizarding london. shops had transformed, stalls build up in the streets, and the air felt crisper, yet still warm and welcoming.

and mary found herself hovering over a stall that sold autumnal seeds, herbs, plants, and perfumes. especially those which could aid in healing. she wasn’t a healing potion connoisseur, she wasn’t up there like lily, nor did she probably even half meet the standard of the potioneers at st. mungos. but she’d found a few tricks in her time. one of which was crushing certain seeds, in rooms to help with mood, anxiety, and sleep. the dahlia flower could be fantastic for lifting a mood when crushed and burned.

just as her fingers crushed across some rowan berries ( good for flushing out negative energy and magics ) she heard a voice and looked up.

“sorry, am I taking up all that space?”

Ask him in general, he will always say that he thinks herbology is the most course and topic to learn. It doesn’t make you powerful, it just makes the witch or wizard look too soft. And softness did not survive in a world like this. However, he had stopped at a semi-busy stall, slowly looking over everyone’s shoulders, not that interested in what was being sold.

He couldn’t help but roll his eyes when Mary spoke to him. “You are, yes.” He told her without hesitation, though really it was something that he wasn’t looking at. They didn’t need to know that however. “What in Merlin’s name are you attempting to do?” He didn’t want to admit he was unfamiliar with what Mary was doing, but that might’ve been obvious by his question.

#prejudice tw #classism tw #{ conversation }#{ mugglxbornmary }

purcs:

NARCISSA.

𝙳𝙴𝚃𝙰𝙸𝙻𝚂 ─ : with lucius malfoy ( @cfmalfoy ) in late may, 1982.

it had been over a week since her delicate condition had been uncovered and the pulsating yellow glow that had wrapped around her midsection like a warm hug had been rooted at the forefront of her thoughts whenever the ever - elusive english sun chose to peek out from behind the clouds. ( much stronger than the other two, healer tenka had hummed contemplatively under her breath, squinting away from the bright glare that hovered over her belly in shifting shades of yellow, and narcissa could not smother the hopeful squeeze that her treacherous little heart had given at those six words. ) since that first appointment, her magical core had been several depleted by the growing child within her, leading to impromptu naps in the afternoon and erratic bursts of wandless magic not unlike the accidental magic seen in children, and it was a wonder that her condition had gone unnoticed by her husband for so long.

her estranged sister had been an unexpected comfort during such a time, both hands enclosed over one of her own as the tests were conducted, but she regretted that it had not been lucius at her side instead, with a worried knit to his brow as he sat in a too - small stool that had been dragged in from the corner of the room. she had thought on the scene many times after, replacing the concerned features of her sister with the lofty points of her husband, softened only when he looked at her ─ she thought of how she would run her fingers down his cheek to get his attention and of the smile he would give her in reassurance. ( he had many smiles for many different people but the best and brightest belonged to her. ) she had comforted herself with the thought that she was sparing him the pain, should previous misfortunes repeat themselves, but andromeda had escorted her to the twelve week appointment just that morning and healer tenka had nothing but good predictions for this one, so narcissa knew that it was time to tell him about andromeda and the baby both.

dinner had been a quiet affair, filled with polite questions about work and suitable noises of indignation at the stupidity of those he called co - workers, but her mind had not been in the conversation and she suspected that he could see that as well. dismissing the elves with orders for breakfast, she waited until the evening had died down and they were both in bed, with narcissa at the vanity, completing the finishing touches on her skin routine. ❝ dearest, are you still awake ? ❞ she did not doubt that he was, but she was almost hopeful that he had dozed off while waiting for her to be done. ❝ there is something very important that i must talk to you about … you have noticed, of course, that i have been distant today. ❞ she shifted around on the padded stool to look at him, bottom lip caught between her teeth. ( stop that disgusting habit, narcissa ! your lip is bleeding. )

the memory of her mother’s sharp rebuke strengthens her failing resolve and she rests her hands lightly atop her knees, looking much too cowed for a woman of her stature. ❝ i saw andromeda at st. mungos today … she attended an appointment with me. ❞

Pleasantries aside, he could tell something was off with his wife. These past several years he has come to know her, much better than he thought he would in reality. But he wouldn’t push her for it. If she was ready to talk, she would. The time seemed to come when he was in bed, waiting for her to join him after doing her elaborate skin routine. He was quiet, however, as he patiently waited for her. If she wanted silence tonight, he would give her silence. If she wanted to talk, he would respond. It didn’t matter to him as long as he was with her. “I am, my love.”

Lucius tensed up when she mentioned her sister. She mentioned this so casually, as if it was an everyday occurrence. He was not the biggest fan of her so called sister. She had made him look like a full publicly when she decided to run off with that muggleborn idiot. His father had berated him when the news broke, figuring it was Lucius’ fault. He did his best to hide his distaste for that betrothal but he was sure it sometimes came out around Andromeda. They were anything but a match made in hell but he was expected to marry her, so he didn’t want to completely burn his bridges before they exchanged vows. Just how unpleased his father was, he would never forgive the middle Black sister.

He needed to focus on one thing at a time, however, since she was throwing two things of information at him. St. Mungo’s was a bittersweet place for him. They had history there, both financially and emotionally. “You invited her to an appointment?” It was the way he had interpreted it, more than anything. How he wished she would’ve told him she had an appointment. He always liked to be by her side. “What was this appointment for?” He’d rather focus on that, than hearing about her sister. As harsh as it was to say, he really only cared about his wife out of the two of them.

#{ conversation }#{ purcs }#pregnancy mention tw

analytiic:

ALEYNA.

𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀 * ─ open .

𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 * ─ diagon alley .

𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗲 * ─ anyone !

( * ── 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥 drawing closer , aleyna slowly walks down diagon alley observing buildings that will soon be adorned with decorations . admittedly , she does not enjoy the festival ── not when expectations weigh heavy upon shoulders kept alive by blood of silver & gold . grace woven into limbs , indifference painted across features that wish to smile , she recalls being a child and longing to run as hands held her back and urged her to keep her shoulders straight . she spots a known figure and cannot help herself , however ── approaching them to make conversation , pushing herself to defeat her introversion in the name of polite socialization . a lady . ❝ enjoying the preparations ? i have to admit , i’m looking forward to buying something from señor domínguez’ new collection . yourself ? enchanted candles or pumpkins ? ❞

His swagger along with his family heirloom walking stick made a statement before he even had to. He’s not the biggest fan of weather change that was bound to happen, mainly due to the fact that winter often brought some sort of sorrow with the previous loss he had suffered along with his wife. Although it happened a few years ago, he still vividly remembers the cold day they buried their son. He’d rather not be reminded of what he lost. He stops in his tracks when Aleyna Macmillan begins to speak to him. Many years younger than him, he knows the family name, due to pureblood status like himself. “Enjoying is one way of putting it.” He noted before looking around the alley. “Everything looks far too childish for my taste. I will, however, am looking forward to Señor Dominguez’s new work if last year was telling of what he’s capable of. Though I do think it’s a bit ridiculous that he feels as if he needs to reduce his prices.”

#child loss tw #stillborn tw #death tw #{ analytiic }#{ aleyna macmillan }#{ conversation }

ϟ ━ was that LUCIUS MALFOY around the leaky cauldron ? HE disapparated before i could approach them ! what a pity, for they are CONFIDENT and STOIC, but maybe it’s best to keep my distance because they are also SELF - INDULGENT and VINDICTIVE. i remember that they were a SLYTHERIN back in school but have since made a name for themselves as an INTERNATIONAL MAGICAL OFFICE OF LAW CLERK if this alleged war came knocking on their door, it is supposed that they would FIGHT FOR THE DARK LORD. ( cis man & he or him / zeeko zaki / thirty one / pureblood ).

TASK 001: STATS

#principium.intro #principium.task #//not me rushing these out bc i'm twenty years late

wtfmalfoy

"his hands are slippery, he is bound to drop those he treasures most, so he keeps her away for a very long time. but she didn't need him white crown, because the gods had already given her the hell to rule. they brightest parts had been broken as they grew, but they were still there. he showed her; and Narcissa smiled. she was in love with a doomed soul. - broken boy, hold my hand. love is not a sin and we are better together."

#{ musings }#{ ft. narcissa }

A LUCIUS MALFOY AESTHETIC

❝ The problem with chameleoning your way through life is that it gets to the point where nothing is real. ❞

#principium.graphics #{ aesthetic }#{ musings }

FLAWS : BOLD ( CURRENT ) STRIKE ( PAST )

STRENGTHS :

SKILLS & HOBBIES :

HABITS & QUIRKS :

#{ meme }#{ about }

BOLD ALL THAT APPLIES TO YOUR MUSE.

WEALTH —

$ financial : wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty ✚ medical : fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable ✪ class or caste : upper / middle / working / street trash / slave / unsure ✔ education : qualified / unqualified / studying / other ✖ criminal record : yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but has not been caught yet

FAMILY —

◓ marital status : married happily / married unhappily / engaged or betrothed / partnered / single / divorced / separated / widowed ◒ children : has a child or children / has no children / wants children / verse dependent ◑ relationship with family : close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased ◔ affiliation : orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parents / not applicable

TRAITS + TENDENCIES —

♦ extroverted / introverted / in between ♦ disorganized / organized / in between ♦ close-minded / open-minded / in between ♦ calm / anxious / in between ♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in between ♦ cautious / reckless / in between ♦ patient / impatient / in between ♦ outspoken / reserved / in between ♦ leader / follower / in between ♦ empathetic / unempathetic / in between ♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in between / realist ♦ traditional / modern / in between ♦ hard-working / lazy / in between ♦ cultured / uncultured / in between / unknown ♦ loyal / disloyal / unknown ♦ faithful / unfaithful / unknown

BELIEFS —

★ belief in ghosts or spirits : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care ✮ belief in an afterlife : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care ✯ belief in reincarnation : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care ❃ belief in aliens : yes / no / don’t know / don’t care ❀ philosophical : yes / no

ABILITIES —

☠ combat skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ≡ literacy skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ✍ artistic skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ✂ technical skills : excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

HABITS —

☕ drinking alcohol : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess ☁ smoking : trying to quit / never / sometimes / frequently / to excess ✿ other narcotics : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess ✌ medicinal drugs : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess ☻ indulgent food : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess $ splurge spending : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess ♣ gambling : never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

#{ about }

lupinslupus

#snakes tw #{ musings }

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