Scorpion Girl

"Does she smile, or does she mouth 'fuck you forever'?"

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moondrunken​:

Truth be told, Fenrir was a bit surprised that he had managed to tempt her at all. The disgust he garnered in higher society was no secret, and even those that worked closely with the Dark Lord and his less-than-human allies tended to look at him as little more than a dog. Maybe that was part of the point. The elder Rosier in particular would have been furious to know his dear, perfect sister had lowered herself to that degree. Did Eleanor believe he would tell him? “Quite clear,” he replied, voice low and tongue pressed hard against the back of sharp teeth. A taste of her was beyond imagining. It was almost unfortunate that it would never be more than skin-deep. “I might be many things, but a fool isn’t among them. Only a fool would cross a Rosier.”

She hummed softly. It was an interesting proposition. He was quite nice to look at, this she’d thought before. But his nature....his class. He was intended to be nothing more than a mere pet in their circle, there to do their bidding and nothing more. It would disgrace their family name for her to sink to such a thing. And yet....there were whispers of many unclean things among pureblood families. She had heard dark and twisted things about the way elves had been commanded to serve masters before. Simply put, this was no where near as sickening as such behavior. “ Correct you are.” She nodded. “Often the last thing one does in life, actually.” She licked her lips dramatically and then seductively pulled one between her teeth. “Okay, Greyback. I’ll allow you this opportunity to impress me, but make no mistake about who is in charge here. Don’t believe for a second that I am not exactly who I am and who have always been. Or for that matter that you are anything other than what you are.” She stroked his cheek softly. “But, that said, if you’re a good boy I might be able to offer you many more bones in the coming months.”

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r-b-stan​:

Rab had simply been observing the groups of people engaging in polite conversation. It was intriguing to see who entertained who, what kind of interactions occurred and being him, he took small mental notes as though the information may suit him later. He felt slight unease when two hands pressed down on his shoulder, but the familiar tones settled his suspicions. His frown melted into a smile.

               “ I think your expectations may be a little high, love. ” Rab quipped back with a matching exhale, adjusting to allow Eleanor better access of his knots. The comfort he felt was unrivalled, a symptom of a life long friendship. “ I’m on a timer, think I’ve got an hour left of charming Rab - so you better make the most of it. You want a drink ? ” 

“What codswallop.” She rolled her eyes as she continued to rub his shoulders, hands pressing deeply into them even as she leaned around to press her lips against his cheek. “You are and will always be charming where I’m concerned and you know it. Should you be anything less than, I would have your balls tied in a knot before you could say ‘Merlin’.” She chuckled and stopped her hands to slide into the seat beside her friend. He was older than she, but undoubtedly one of her very best friends. “A drink would be lovely. I may need several if we’re expected to be on our best behaviour this evening. Annoying, isnt it? The type of company we have to-” She cut herself off. She was being too loud and too vocal for the setting. It wouldn’t do. “Anyways. My expectations are of course too high and inevitably, this party will be a let down.”

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moondrunken​:

Fenrir agreed with her assessment, but was mindful to keep any comments to himself—the criticisms of a half-breed wouldn’t be valued here. “I’m sure he’ll sort it out once the party is over and done with,” he replied disinterestedly, eyes flitting up toward her face to read her expression. He might as well not have bothered at all—she was a particularly difficult woman to read. Still, he could take the lack of a curse slung his way that, at least for the moment, he had some kind of approval… “My definition of fun? I think you already know the answer to that.” It was about as subtle as he could get. Normally, vulgarity would have been his choice in explanation. But Eleanor was too refined to be swayed by much of anything he could offer, least of all a poor choice in words. “I’ve never disappointed a woman before,” he answered at last, crooked teeth revealed in a feral half-grin. “Even one of your tastes.”

“Right he will.” She said, as if she herself would see to it. That was how things were with the Rosier siblings. Evan shouldered the reputation of cruelty just enough to allow Eleanor to remain the visage of purity and grace, despite her darkness. Meanwhile, Eleanor made quite certain that her brother’s priorities remained in order. There was no room for faltering when your blood was as pure and your lineage as flawless as theirs. She hummed softly and looked him in the eye. “A tempting offer. But let me assure you this, Fenrir. Should I allow you a taste of me, and you decide..” She boldly ran a finger up across his lips, showing no fear. “And you decide to abuse it, per say. You will not make it to your next moon alive, and your death will be a painful and excruciating one. Are we quite clear?”

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moondrunken​:

It was with great personal restraint that he remained as placid as he did. Of course it wounded him to have to pretend to humor their so-called superiority when he would have taken no greater pleasure than ripping the words right from their throats—but for all the indignities the Dark Lord’s other servants gave him… they were no worse than the rest of wizarding society. They, at least, could be useful to him… and he to them, in turn. “Let it never be said that I don’t know my place,” he said, swallowing another mouthful of pride; “or that I don’t know who holds the leash.” A leash that was only held in brief, uncomfortable moments like this and little else—where he had to be mindful of his tongue and where he sat on the death eater’s totem pole. Anywhere else, they allowed him to do as he pleased.

His breath caught in his throat as she stepped closer, eyes dipping down below her face. Among almost anyone else, he was the one in control. He held the power. It was rare that someone give him even the slightest taste of what it was like to be on the other end. “I came because your brother and I had some business to take care of. I have something he’s been looking for.” While important, it didn’t surprise him that he had forgone business for the evening—it was something that could have afforded to be done the next morning. “I suppose he forgot in all the… excitement.” His voice was low, wanting, lustful. “Sure,” he continued, eyes finally finding their way back up toward her own; “but the house elf isn’t as fun as I am.”

"Careless of him.” She mused, her eyes following Greyback and finding amusement at the hungry lustful look in his eyes. “Work ought to always come before play. Though, like my brother I do like to play.” She chuckled softly. Her dress was cut quite low in the front, dipping almost to her sternum. She knew the effect that had on men and she knew that Greyback was as much man as animal. “What exactly is your definition of fun then?” She raised an eyebrow, though she knew perfectly well what he was getting at. She couldn’t help but feel entirely amused by the situation. Allowing Fenrir Greyback that kind of.....access to her, would infuriate her brother. That thought only made her want to do it more. “I’m very difficult to please, darling, so before you make such suggestions you should make sure to evaluate your capabilities. I hate to be disappointed more than anything. It would be such a shame.” Her lips curled into a challenging smirk, hair falling over her shoulders as she looked up. 

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moondrunken​:

“Is it really so surprising?” he asked, returning her look of warning with a toothy grin. “Those of us…” he paused, swallowing a mouthful of pride; “…lower breeds have to keep good company when we can. And you’re as pretty as they come.” There was nothing less so about the brother in question, but Evan had already left when he arrived, no doubt forgetting their arrangement for the evening. He had been supposed to relay some information, but if his lapse in memory ( or rather, lapse in courtesy ) had led him to the prettier ( deadlier ) of the two, he was far from complaining. He could pick up the pieces he needed later on. “Besides, who else would help you with your dress? A house elf?”

She turned, assessing him for a moment before putting a fake pout on her face, her hand reaching up to cup his chin. “Oh darling, does it pain you to admit that your of a different class than most of those with whom you associate? A pup with a wounded pride can be quite dangerous when let off his leash, so I hear.” She hummed a little. She was completely unafraid in his presence, even when slightly taunting him. “Why are you really here, Greyback?” She asked, her eyebrow raising. She stepped in close, so close that if he dipped his head, he might just be close enough to kiss her. “I’ll only give you one chance to tell me whatever it is you came here to tell my brother. Use it wisely. Flattery will not save you from the consequences of lying to me.” She stroked his cheek with far more a gentle touch than tone. “And for your information, my elf is quite capable.”

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moondrunken​:

Courteously, albeit not for the right reasons, Greyback obliged her request and stepped forward to work at her zipper. She was dressed elegantly, moreso than he ever would be, and no doubt her other half had left in a similar state. “I appreciate the hospitality,” he purred, eyes settling at a spot on her neck unconcealed by flowing, blonde hair; “but who says I was looking for him? Maybe I came to see you.” It was a bold move—he could almost taste the sting of a hex, already—but Fenrir was nothing if not bold. “I’m sure there are plenty of ways to make it worthwhile… if you know where to look for it. Granted, you’ll never find it with those stuffy Ministry types.”

A small laugh escaped her, amused at the very thought that he might have come looking for her. It was unusual for anyone to do so unless they were already close friends of hers. It was typically Evan who acquired such colorful company in their home. “Me?” She raised an eyebrow. “Pray tell, why in Merlins name you would take the time to come in search of me.? She shot him a very warning look over her shoulder. “And why you’d have done so at exactly the time when my brother happens to be away from our home?” For his sake, she hoped he answered the question in a way she found satisfying. The wrong answer could land him on the other end of her wand quite quickly. Despite being the quieter sibling, it was private knowledge that she was in fact the more lethal one. 

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Who: Eleanor Rosier and Fenrir Greyback @moondrunken

“Tie my dress, will you?” Elle grinned over her shoulder as she stepped out from the shadow. Rosier Estate was an old property, full of dark magic and dark objects. Only those who were like them came here. It meant that usually anyone who crossed the threshold caught her interest most of the time. “Welcome to our home, Fenrir. If it’s Evan you’re looking for, he’s far ahead of me. Likely at the gala already if I had to guess.” She smiled and turned to present the back of her neck to him, the ties of her dress hanging loose. “I almost wish I didn’t need to go. I loathe to associate with such mundane company.”

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Ministry Gala, Rabastan Lestrange and Eleanor Rosier @r-b-stan  _____________________________________________________________

Blue eyes darted around the main hall of the ministry. She saw it nearly every day of her life, and yet, it always looked far different on nights like tonight when the Ministry decided to glamorize it. She had been to more of these high scale affairs than she could begin to count, this one however, was irking her nerves. She took a steadying breath as she saw Rabastan sitting at a table not far away. It took her no time to decide to move towards him, hands settling on his shoulders from behind and beginning to massage the tense muscle there. “Not exactly the company we prefer to have at our galas, is it?” She sighed. “This night had better be worth it.”

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fathers-disgrace​:

barty gave a smile and shrugged his shoulders. “how can i not get distracted by a beauty such as yourself?” he asked, laying the charm on thick. before he chuckled. “oh i’m sure my last days will be far far in the future. especially with a father as determined and strong willed who raised me.” the obvious sarcasm was thick in his voice. he wasn’t sure how his neglectful father got to be where he was, the front runner for the ministry most coveted postion. barty crouch sr deserved the minister position as much as he did a swift kick in the pants, according to him at least. but Jr grabbed his cub and decided to join the blonde. “as you wish. how can i say no?” he chuckled once more. “lots of things. mostly how stark the difference is when he is at home, which is rare, and how he is in front of everyone. looking for those who seek to go against him.” barty said as he rubbed the dark mark on his forearm. 

“Flattery will get you many places, you know.” She laughed as she tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder and slipped easily into the booth. As he sat across from her, she smiled at him. “Well, I would hate for you to be wrong about that and see an early demise over something so simple as staring in a coffee shop.” She teased, placing her chin on her hand. His sarcasm didn’t go unnoticed. Of course, she could only assume he held disdain for his father, filthy muggle lover that he was. “Well, soon he shan’t have to seek them. Those who wish to go against him will be out and in full force in no time.” She watched his hand, almost nervously rubbing at his forearm. She raised an eyebrow. She didn’t know he had the mark, but she knew enough people who did to know exactly where it was placed. She reached across the table, her fingers brushing the skin of his wrist just where his sleeve ended, then ghosting ever so lightly under the hem of this sleeve. Her eyes flicked to his again, blue eyes peircing and yet, smiling all at the same time. 

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lyannar​:

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The answers to the questions that had been swirling through her mind since the beginning of her work day were not to be found at the bottom of a cup of coffee but it was a needed break from the Department and there was always something calming about coming to Madam Puddifoots for Lyanna, where the patrons were not fellow Ministry workers discussing work and politics but rather villagers trading gossip and teenagers sneaking out of school for dates. Sitting close to the counter gave her a good opportunity to listen in on the conversations around her. Gossip might seem like mindless drivel to most but Lyanna knew never to underestimate how revealing it could be. Her eyes remained on her coffee or else the book in her hand as she listened and remained that way until she heard another customer’s manners being questioned. “Oh, they can perhaps be forgiven,” she commented airily before looking up at Eleanor. “After all, not everybody has been raised quite as well as we have. Perhaps they never had any manners to forget in the first place. Although, manners or not I really can’t see what would be so interesting about someone making sure the drink they have paid for is actually drinkable.”

“Forgiveness from me is earned and deserved, it’s not something people are simply entitled to. I’m happy to forgive mere mistakes but only if a person actually appears remorseful for their rudeness.” She shrugged. She had always been kind, and certainly capable of surface level forgiveness, but that didn’t stop her ‘better then everyone’ attitude from shining through sometimes. “How they were raised bears no importance to me in this day and age, only who they are now. We all make our own choices and if one chooses to be a mannerless swine, then that’s their own fault. If one chooses to associate with filth, that too is their choice. Of course, if one is filt naturally there’s little to be done to help them.” SHe shrugged, though didn’t go into any more detail about her definition of filth. “It’s likely not the drink at all. It’s just me. People stare all the time, it’s exhausting.”

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andromedc​:

   andromeda could not hide her surprise at her cousin speaking to her, she had believed everyone of them, except for sirius, had turned their backs on her. “i assumed you already had, eleanor,” she confessed, her confusion took over her sadness for a moment. she had already lifted her head, not one for wallowing in self pity too long. she felt a pang of annoyance at her cousin’s words, she knew it was not the fault of eleanor, but it still went under her skin. “funny how having convictions and being brave enough to stand by them is seen as being weak in this family,” andromeda muttered with a frustrated sigh. she knew that she would never agree with her family, they had always had this belief, and it had only grown more extreme the last few years. “i was on my way to buy sweets for daughter.” honestly, she would not be too surprised if her family had tried to hide the fact andromeda had given birth to a child.

It took all of her self control to keep from rolling her eyes at he cousins disposition. It irritated her. “You know they might say the same, Andromeda. They have convictions and are standing up for them as well. Those convictions are just diametrically opposed to yours.” She shrugged her shoulders. “They say that the line between bravery and arrogant is very easily crossed. A very Gryffindor trait if I do say.” She looked around, trying to decide if being seen with Andromeda was a benefit for her in this moment. There were ministry folks about the alley, so she decided to continue. “Well then, not to keep a child waiting for sugar. Lead the way.”

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fathers-disgrace​:

barty almost snorted into his coffee at the scene unfolding in front of him. he was always taught to keep low profile, especially now that he had his new family and was starting to pull away from his birth family, especially that no good father of his. since he didn’t want them to know quiet yet that he was a stain on their prescious name. the thought amused him and he must have still had a smirk on his lips as the perky blonde came up to him next with her attitude. though it didn’t bother him at all, he just took a sip of his drink. only answering once he set his cup down. “it was quite amusing, putting her in her place. i almost did the same thing because this is an absolutely dreadful cup of coffee. but seeing you do that reminded me of something my father told me and i was thinking about that when you came over here.” he shrugged his shoulders. “but i was more than impressed, if i had to admit.” 

“It would do you well to not get so distracted you forget yourself, darling. In the wrong company, sucha  mistake might be your last these days.” She gave him a knowing look. Mistakes of manners were volatile and dangerous before the war, now, with pureblood elites so volatile and bloodthirsty....well, he was lucky he was one of them. He would have been granted far less grace if he weren’t. “Sit down with me, Crouch, let us have a chat.” She nodded to her table and moved to sit at it.”Yes, I am quite impressive when I desire to be. What is your father told you that had your thoughts?” She inquired, waiting impatiently for her new tea. 

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location: Madam Puddifoots Eleanor and OPEN “Excuse me.” Her voice was dripping with a sweetnes that rivaled the whole of Honeydukes as she approached the counter. “My tea was delivered to my table at a far less than reasonable temperature. I expect that you might want to replace it yes? As if would be a horrible shame for such a lovely to place to provide anything less than stellar service?” She held up a hand to stop the counter woman before she even had a chance to speak. “Of course, I would be happy to grant you the opportunity to make it right!” She smiled widely, as if this had been a suggestion made by the woman herself. “I’m sitting just there, at that table. I would be more than happy to have you bring it to me when it’s finished, darling.” She turned on her heel, taking two steps away from the counter back towards her own table when she noticed she was being appraised. “My dear, it’s incredibly impolite to stare, I beg you, do tell me what has your attention so fully that you’ve forgotten common manners?”

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andromedc​:

open starter / diagon alley, outside twilfitt and tatting’s   

  it had been such a long shift at the hospital, andromeda was tired to the bone and just wanted to get home to her daughter  — but she had promised nymphadora a chocolate frog, and she knew the little girl would definitely remember that promise. she could not return home empty-handed, so she walked among the crowd of diagon alley, heading to her favourite little sweets shop to pick up a chocolate frog for dora, and a bag of treacle fudge for ted. she was about to pass twilfitt and tatting’s but before she knew it her mother was exiting the upmarket shop. andromeda stopped dead in her tracks and so did druella black as their eyes locked, but not even a second went by before the older witch simply stared straight ahead and walked by her, not even acknowledging her existence. she stood still with her sadness for a moment, blocking the path, before it felt like someone gently pushed her from behind. “oh, i am sorry,” she apologised and clumsily took a step to the side. 

Elle watched her aunt and her cousin interact, or, if truth be told, she watched the lack of interaction. There was an amusement in her face for a moment at the way her beloved aunt treated the estranged member of their family. It was deserved, after all, Dromeda’s choices were ghastly. “Put your chin up this moment, lest I disown you too Andromeda.” Elle said, a stern look on her face. This was her talent. Playing both sides of the fence and never really letting her true colors show to those she played. She had emotionally cut this particular cousin off just as the rest of the family had. Still, she found it prudent to maintain a semblance of kindness if even for show. “Do not pout, it’s entirely unbecoming and it makes you look exactly like the weak woman that your mother believes you are.” She gestured Andromeda forward. “Now where is it you’re going?”