ICY AS SIN

FRANCES BLETCHLEY call me medusa, for my monstrosity is not mine to bear, but yours to fear.

[gildedviperess]

jameswantshismtv:

“Are you saying the quill’s not what you’re really after?”

           “But what would I really be after?”

[gildedviperess]

laviniaaubrey:

“At least you don’t have to deal with one of them all the time.” Lavinia’s patience with Annabelle was at an all time low, of course it was to be expected, but who were they to complain about things they had never been around for. “Obviously not, and at the end of the day, the bonfire will be great fun. In fact, we could use it as a chance to give the new head boy a proper welcome.” She sneered. “Have you had the misfortune of meeting him?”

          Sometimes, and only sometimes, Frances could forget that Lavinia was sister to an unfortunate waste of space. “I do not envy you,” Frances mused, rolling her eyes softly. Her eyes glinted darkly, “I think it’s a complete joke and unfortunately I have met him.” The blonde wished that she could throw the squib on the bonfire, then she might enjoy it.

[gildedviperess]

theaubreysquib:

This has got to be some sort of trick, Annie thought. She had half a mind to tell her to fuck off, but had already decided not to play around with this girl. Quietly, she picked up the quill and held it out to Frances. Please don’t say anything else. Annie silently begged. 

          Frances began to laugh softly, gracefully and most importantly, with cruel intentions. Her gaze passed over the girl, an evil smile upon her lips. “A squib on the floor, it’s so tempting to crush you like a bug.”

[erikahenningsen]

[gildedviperess]

amanaryouserious:

(insp)

[gildedviperess]

Roxanne simply stared at Frances for a few seconds, the politeness throwing her off. She slowly– carefully, picked up the quill and handed it over, waiting for Frances to stick it straight in to Roxanne’s eyeball. “Here you go.” She told the blonde, her voice friendly but obviously wary of her intentions.

          Serpent eyes watched as Roxanne picked up the quill, whilst her own arms crossed over her chest. There were many Weasleys, they seemed to breed like rats, a family of supposed heroes, everyone more irritating than the last. Of course, Frances had less to do with the girl before her, than she did with “Freddie”, but they were all fun to play with. “–And what are you doing with yourself these days? Have a good summer?”

[gildedviperess]

jameswantshismtv:

James eyed Frances specutively, the corners of his mouth fighting not to work themselves into a snarl. Against his better judgement— “Yeah, alright,” he grumbled, reaching down.

    Her lips folded together into a smug smile, “A few nice words and you’re bending to my will. James you are a disappointment,” Frances announced, half teasing.

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laviniaaubrey:

“Likewise. I was just wondering how you were, and how I’d missed you thus far. And.. here you are.” Her tone match, lie after lie floating out that would be missed by anyone else, but not them. It was all too rehearsed and perfected. “Have you heard the chatter about the de-funding? It’s positively boring if you ask me.” Though they rarely saw eye to eye on much, their views on squibs were aligned. 

      “It was a shame, I had hoped to have seen you sooner,” she agreed, internally masking her true feelings. Their soft words were nothing more than a show, which they both knew. Genuine niceties were wasteful. “---Of course, and I wish people would stop wasting my time with it,” Frances responded, rubbing her lips together. “Those of us in the right mind should not be troubled by such things.”

[gildedviperess]

caelanmacdougal:

Caelan’s mind was preoccupied, but they reached down absently and picked up the quill, handing it over to the girl without a word.

     Frances frowned, surprised that they had not uttered a single word. Her crystal eyes flitted over the form as she offered a falsely sympathetic smile, “Are you okay?”

[gildedviperess]

laviniaaubrey:

Lavinia turned slowly, her brow raising at the almost kind tone, and when her eyes fell on Frances, her eyes strained to roll backwards. Without saying a word, she waved her wand the quill floated up within the blondes reach. “There you have it.”

     Her honeyed words were only too appropriate for Lavinia Aubrey, for nothing Frances ever said to the fellow blonde was truthful. A smile lilted her lips, disgust her disgust for the girl, “Thank you.” With a raised brow, Frances turned slightly in her chair, legs crossing over. “Lavinia, it’s good to see you.” The lie flew from her mouth like a ribbon of silk. 

[gildedviperess]

     “---Would you mind picking my quill up? I cannot quite reach it,” Frances questioned politely, a rarity for her. Some might say she was having a nice day, but those who knew her well would know differently. Frances Bletchley was never nice. 

[gildedviperess]

     I apologize for being an absentee the past couple of days, I’ve been very busy with personal life. Birthdays and babysitting...woo. But I’ll be back on tomorrow. 

[gildedviperess]

declanclaverdon:

Is it too soon for the Head Boy to ask for directions? 

        “--You’ll have to excuse me. I just find this entire appointment completely and utterly ridiculous.”

[gildedviperess]

arista-vane:

“Sorry, I was just wandering. Didn’t think anyone was here” she was that wrapped up in her own thought process she didn’t notice the blonde.

          “I’m not looking for your excuses,” Frances sneered, pursing her lips as she dug her heels into the ground. 

[gildedviperess]

iliyanawilkes:

       Iliyana paced the halls of the castle, her robes hanging off her petite frame. Her heels clicked against the stone, echoing in the empty hallway. It was weird, having squibs in the castle. There had to have been a reason they were stripped of there magical abilities at birth, but Iliyana was curious as to why it happened. She wanted to figure the squibs out, away from the Slytherin common room, of course.

        “Relax, I’m not a ghost.” Iliyana teased, catching up to the older girl, throwing her arm across the blonde’s shoulders.

          After a short beat, Frances looked up and allowed a less frustrated look to rest upon her features. There were few people that Frances continually spent her time with, and even less that she actually liked. But she did not even bat an eyelid as Iliyana threw a arm over her shoulders. Better her than a squib. 

          “Careful, the bloody baron might hear you,” Frances responded, rolling her eyes in a more carefree manner. She never cared about what people heard, for she spun stories like straw on a spindle, turning them to a glittering string of gold lies. Manipulation was her skill.

[gildedviperess]

                    Her feet clicked against the stone as Frances walked with her head held high, whilst her mood remained dark and unyielding. Squibs were stripped of their magic at birth, so why should they attend a place designed for magic users? It boiled her blood. But there were of course certain things which she knew, things she kept to herself & she never feared rocking the boat. 

                    “You shouldn’t lurk in shadows,” she commented, turning when she felt a presence behind her.

[gildedviperess]

mralbuspotters:

Got a spare sickle? I’ve been craving some licorice wands.

Do I look like the giving type?

[gildedviperess]

louweasley:

Ravenclaw, hmm. 

                    “Are you pleased with your placement?” Frances asked, falsifying interest behind a sweet smile, knowing all too well that it was only a matter of time before her fangs shone through.