i wore envy & i hated it;

flora eurydice borgin. 25. death eater ally. daughter. hufflepuff. borgin & burke's employee. partially deaf / hoh.

[floreo-flora]

divine-disassociation‌:

“Don’t let the truth upset you. It’s a cute waddle.” she grinned, huffing in amusement. “Now, she says, as if she wasn’t always worried.”

octavia huffed, rolling her eyes. “Let’s be real, babe. No one looks at me and thinks snitch. I very clearly don’t give a shit about most things, if not everything, who would think I’m passing secrets. My ass is in trouble for one thing or another.” she paused. “Damocles wouldn’t let a nasty rumor like that tarnish the legacy. I’ll be fine.” 

“Please stop saying waddle.” Flora shakes her head. “Are you gonna’ try to steal him away? What does game changer mean?”

Flora shakes her head. “I don’t know, I don’t know him all that well. He seems nice, we just don’t really.... click. You know?”

[floreo-flora]

benvolioslughcrn‌:

“How am I supposed to trust you? Of course you would lie if something like that was happening. I do not have time for messing around, I am not interested in being part of that.”

“It’s--” Flora huffs. She feels trapped, but might as well just say it, right? Her options  are limited-- she gives up everything she’s been working towards, or she sees how much damage her words will do and figure it out from there. She rubs her hand over  her face and pushes her hair over her shoulder. “I pass information to the Ministry now and then,” she says flatly. “Edgar is my handler, he deals with whatever information I bring him. In return, he keeps the Aurors from trashing the shop every week coming in to do raids. It’s mutually beneficial, and it’s not hurting anyone.” She looks up at him. “I’m sorry. I know you’re a purist and I know this goes against.... everything we grew up with, but I’m just.... just trying to stay alive.” She purses her lips. “Say something.” 

[floreo-flora]

divine-disassociation‌:

“It’s a compliment, babe. No reason to be sensitive about your waddling that you go full name on me.” she grinned, momentarily distracted by her amusement. “Game. Changer.” 

“An interesting proposition. I’ll have to take some time and consult my two lists to see what this solution has won me. “ she gasped dramatically, offended. “I prefer being called adventurous to sleazy. I’m pretty sure Bones has it out for me. Either him or Longbottom. Which means I find myself in his present often. Give me your little book of secrets and I’ll pass it on. No one would be remotely suspicious of him hounding me or me being at the DMLE office. I practically have a monthly appointment.”

“Well maybe I’m peeved about it.” Flora tilts her head to the side. “Game changer? I’m worried now.”

Flora shakes her head. “You know you’re going to get accused of snitching if anyone finds out you’re doing that, right?” she says. “You’re not as well protected as I am, it could hurt you.”

[floreo-flora]

divine-disassociation‌:

“Have I never told you this?” she questioned, scrunching her nose a bit. “Even when I think the romance is gone, I catch myself protecting your shame, You waddle, babe. It’s…well it’s embarrassing for you but is quite the confidence booster for me.” her jaw tensed a little. it ha”d crossed her mind but it wasn’t in her nature to just ask. it would prove she cared a little too much. “The reason question is whether you’ll share your new plaything.” she prodded, shutting down a possibly emotion topic. she’d had enough of that for one day. “Mmmm,” she contemplated the bargain, “just one?” she huffed, before pouring herself a refill. “It’s a two part plan. Part one, I’ll talk to Benny Boner and back up whatever you want to tell him about Bones. I may have encouraged his playing detective. Part two, you let a known person of interest pass along your bargaining information. That whole damn department knows me as soon as he walks in. Plus, I’m not a selling information type. Even if you tried to spread that rumor, no one would buy it.”

“That hurts my feelings, Octavia.” Flora raises her eyebrows, pausing to consider. She shrugs a bit. “If he’d do it, I wouldn’t say no,” she says. “I don’t see the harm.” She nods. “Yes, unless you can find two less insane smaller ones. I’ll let you decide. Anything you want, though.” She’ll probably regret it, but she doesn’t take it back either. “You want me to tell someone sleazy the information I’m passing on?”

[floreo-flora]

divine-disassociation‌:

“None that accurately portray your walk. Don’t curse my eloquence because you’re embarrassed about your waddle.” she shook her head. “Whatever you tell him will be better than “I’m fucking someone else’s husband’. But you uh, should, ya know, gauge his reaction to that idea.” she trailed off at the end, since flora was sleeping with someone else. she huffed. “I don’t know,” she murmured. “I mean, you seemed so confident in your ability to play the game all on your own.” she cared about flora. she would eventually tell flora her solution, which kept flora out of any danger while keeping up her little bargin. but she was also bitter about the way this conversation unfolded. so, she wasn’t getting anything easily right now.  

“I don’t waddle.” Flora raises her eyebrow. “I’m not giving this up. Just because I’m married, this doesn’t change. not if you don’t want it to.” She’s never thought she had to say it, but Octavia’s words remind her that she might have to, that Octavia might need to hear it. She pouts. “That’s not fair, you said you’d tell me. Please?” She sighs. “I’ll do one thing off the super freaky ‘Flora says no’ list I know you keep.”

[floreo-flora]

divine-disassociation‌:

she huffed a dry laugh. “Sorry, babe, not going to happen. That’s the only way to describe it.” octavia leaned back, resting against the arm of the chair. “Second best.” she corrected, before looking flora over. “Warts, maybe, but definitely not boils. So you better nip suspicions in the bud before he starts getting cute with curses.” she snorted, unable to hold back her amusement. flora never had the balls for strong drinks, even when the mood called for it, and octavia was never not amused by it. “And this is why I can’t take you anywhere.” she took another sip of her own drink. “I get you’re worried about Benny Bone’s paranoia, but that’ll get fixed when you get to have the unpleasant conversation about what you’ve been doing.” she took another sip of her drink, like she was working up courage to say something. “Which, I think I’ve got a solution for, by the way. Unless you want to scream at me for being around and giving my two cents.”

“There have to be better words for it.” Flora gasps. “Second best?” She looks offended. “I thought I had a very nice face.” She sighs heavily. “Yeah, I guess I’ll have to. I don’t wanna’ have this conversation with him. I really don’t.” She chews on her  lower lip, frowning as Octavia talks. “You do? Please, tell me. I will take literally anything you’ve got right now.”

[floreo-flora]

bones wedding ;;

[floreo-flora]

veritas-ames‌:

“Any interesting pawns?”

She sighs, “The ministry’s been good, Wizengamont is good. Lots of paperwork, but I have now have the keys for every supply cabinet in the building.”  

“I  got this pair of jade earrings that I’m  especially fond of. Their owner didn’t seem to realize their value, but I honestly  think she got them in a divorce. She was selling a lot of jewelry and seeming especially bitter about all of it.”

Flora nods. “Any interesting cases?” she asks. “The supply cabinet? A high honor. Use your power responsibly.”

[floreo-flora]

divine-disassociation‌:

her jaw tensed. this was precisely the reason she avoided attachment. “It means whatever you looked like leaving Bones’ house is the same way you looked waddling away from Benny Boy’s bed.” she sighed heavily, pouring another glass for flora and setting it in front of her. “Take a breath, babe. He didn’t leave fully convinced or cursing your dumb pretty face.”

Flora laughs shakily. “Please don’t say waddling.” She wipes at her eyes hastily and  picks up the drink Octavia  places in front  of her. “My face is my best feature, I  hope he didn’t curse it. I can’t rock boils or warts.” She sniffs and takes a large drink, grimacing as she half drains the glass. “How do you do shots, that burns so much.”

[andromedastella]

floreo-flora‌:

“He asked if there was a discount for being pretty.”

“The sad thing is, he probably thinks that’s charming.”

[floreo-flora]

“He definitely did. Unfortunately it wasn’t, and there wasn’t. He  was incredibly disappointed.” 

[floreo-flora]

benvolioslughcrn‌:

“Edgar Bones. I know what is happening.”

“Ben, you  don’t have the  slightest clue what’s going on. Nothing is happening with Edgar Bones. Not  like that, at least.”

[floreo-flora]

marxcusbletchley‌:

“I genuinely can’t tell if thats sarcasm or not.”

“No no, I think it’s funny. I’d never be able to wear it, but you  can pull it off pretty well.”

[floreo-flora]

bones wedding ;;

[floreo-flora]

veritas-ames‌:

Amelia looks up once she is sure she won’t step on Flora’s toes and grins. “This is perfect.” She glances around the dance floor to make sure they weren’t going to bump into anyone, satisfied that there was plenty of room she turns back to Flora. 

“How are things at the shop?” She pays close attention to how her mouth moves in case Flora can’t hear and maintains eye contact. 

Flora smiles. “Great, actually! Sales are down a bit now that the holidays are over, but plenty of people pawn things they were given  over the holidays too, so it evens out. How’s work at the  Ministry?”

[floreo-flora]

divine-disassociation‌:

she rolled her eyes. “It’s your handiwork. He burst into my office with his big sad eyes, demanding to know if you’ve been sleeping with Bones.” she huffed, flora’s risky behavior paired with the disregard for the bit of true emotion octavia was trying to show her, just turned her bitter. Falling back into her more typical tone, she smiled dryly. “Real careful. He was huffing and puffing about seeing you at his house, sex haired up, smiling at him as you left. His brain went there before mine did. Don’t really know what that says about his mental stability.”

“What?” Flora stares at Octavia with horror.  “Shit. Sex-haired up? My hair was in a bun, what does that even mean?” Her shoulders slump. This could be it. Her whole plan for the future, her whole life she’s been working on building, and it could so easily collapse. Not because of spying, or trading information, but because of Benvolio’s paranoia about their relationship. She realizes she’s started trembling, and bursts into tears. “I’m sorry.”

[floreo-flora]

"He asked if there was a discount for being pretty.”

[floreo-flora]

benvolioslughcrn‌:

“That does not answer my question.”

“Did I do something wrong?  Did I do  something to offend you? You’ve been acting  weird for weeks now and I don’t know what happened.” 

[floreo-flora]

divine-disassociation‌:

the more flora fought back, the more octavia could feel herself shutting down. her stomach churned, she was fuming with anger at the idea that flora would risk herself so stupidly and that she wouldn’t mention it, and yet she started to shut down. the more flora fought back, as if she wasn’t putting herself at risk, the more octavia felt herself pulling away. and normally, she was fine with that response but this time she didn’t want to pull away. “Hmm, no, everyone that would have a problem with this just psychotically paranoid about having their secrets slipped to an auror. But that’s no reason to be remotely worried about it or slightly careful.” she rolled her eyes and crossed back over to the drink cart, downing her drink before going to pour a refill. “Oh my Godric, you’re right. The solutions I come too are always so logical and well thought out.”

“I have been careful. One slip up doesn’t make me not careful. Unless you’ve told anyone, then yeah, I’m screwed.” She  squints. “Ben’s been acting weird lately. Is that your handiwork?”

[marxcusbletchley]

“The hell you looking at?”

[floreo-flora]

“I was just admiring your shirt.”