i'm still glad i met you.

the memory hurts, but does me no harm, your hand in my pocket to keep us both warm. the poor thing in the road, its eye still glistening, the cold wet of your nose, the earth from a distance.

[impcrios]

NARCISSA BLACK ━━  ❛❛ always an angel never a god, ❞

↳ ( INTRODUCTION. ) , ( HEADCANONS. ) , ( WCS. ) , ( MUSINGS. ) , ( PINTEREST. )

MARY MACDONALD ━━  ❛❛ and you changed my life but i guess i'll see you, ❞

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REGULUS BLACK ━━  ❛❛ i see the wires pulling while you're breathing, ❞

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RODOLPHUS LESTRANGE ━━  ❛❛ i've been walking you've been hiding like machines do,❞

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PETER PETTIGREW ━━  ❛❛ god rest my soul i missed who i used to be the tomb won't close,❞

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DANTE CASTILLO-NOTT ━━  ❛❛ oh golden boy don't act like you were kind you were mine but you were awful everytime,❞

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[enchantmecnts]

“ i would never … your mother and i, we are not exactly on talking terms. never have been, really.” even if andromeda had the guts or required foolishness to talk to walburga black, she’d never put regulus in such a humiliating situation. as much as it had always been sirius, whom she was closer with, her little cousin still occupied a soft spot in her heart. especially now, with the recent passing of his father, she couldn’t help but wonder if his home felt even lonelier now. “ her opinion doesn’t matter, right ? you’re meant to be the heir . ” a statement he surely was aware of. a fact, andromeda tried to clumsily wrap in some kind of comfort. you don’t have to do this. you can change things. but those words didn’t escape her. sitting forever in her throat, and collecting dust with the things she’d never dare to say.       “ so is this your only secret ? that you’re still smoking, regulus ?”

response to regulus black

[impcrios]

family came sparingly, at least that was his first thought, anyway. he didn't have much family that would follow after his father's death because they were all gone or they were all burnt off the tapestry. when he had done the funeral it was simply to get it over with and regulus had never had the time to actual heal or come to terms with it before being thrusted back into action. now that he was here he was trying to come to terms with everything. when he hears andromeda's voice it's a bit of a surprise, he lifts his head, the cigarette still in his hands. "well," he says, "mother hasn't been exactly friendly," he says, tapping the side of the cigarette to let go of some ash. "her opinion," he begins to say, but his voice lingers, only slightly, she was no longer in charge of what goes, it was now onto regulus and what he thought it should go. it was too much pressure on him, he didn't know how to act. "her opinion doesn't matter, yes." he finally says, throwing the cigarette away, and straightening himself out. "i am the heir." he eventually says, as if in a way trying to convince himself that but his voice never wavered. "oh i have many secrets, andromeda," he says with a smirk, looking at his cousin, wouldn't you like to know? "unfortunately you'll never know the half of them." and it's not because you've been singed off the tapestry, because even regulus can't bear to say it.

[avcrabbe]

Rabastan approached his brother carrying to glasses of firewhisky. He looked over to the students mingling among each other, he frowned in a bit of digust "I wasn't like that, right?" He asked and extended one of the glasses to Rodolphus. "Have some, you're off duty, and I won't suffer being around you otherwise." He said, a joke. But Rodolphus looked too official at the moment, and Rabastan was taking a small holiday from his job, he didn't want to talk to anyone from the ministry.

[impcrios]

rodolphus had looked over at his brother with a small smile, seeing the second glass, he accepted it in his hand, taking a small sip. "i'm always on duty, brother." it was simply his life now being head auror. "you did look like that, even with our upbringing." rodolphus teases, taking another sip. "i fear at their age we all looked liked them. but that's what makes it sweet, no?" he questions, before sighing. "and what have you been up to, brother?" he questions, putting his glass down as he always does. rodolphus has never been able to let himself indulge in anything for far too long.

[rcmvsj]

a contained smile was visible on his face, reserved, as if he’d been holding back the urge to burst into laughter. “ you're a right manipulative git, aren’t you, wormtail? ” he mocked, rolling his eyes with amusement. and although his tone had been playful, he knew exactly what he had agreed to. he wasn’t about to leave peter alone at a moment like that. his brow furrowed slightly when the wolf had been mentioned. “ yeah, well—you know you don’t need a full moon for me to show my claws and teeth for you, pete. ” a smile, almost too charming, carved his features. “ and how the hell am i meant to get pissed like this, pettigrew? ” he admitted, despite everything, he was a bit grumpy. and it had nothing to do with the full moon. it was probably the bloody social event he still couldn’t quite wrap his head around. he brought the glass to his lips, taking a larger gulp than expected. “ oh please, yes, we’ll never be in the malfoy manor again, ” he adds, walking close to peter to avoid some relatively familiar faces. “ it reminds me of when we were at hogwarts—specifically the yule ball. ” he mentioned, taking another sip of his drink. “ i remember fancying a bloke from the fourth year—or was it the fifth? it was awful seeing him turn up with his girlfriend at the dance, but... ” he paused, then a cheeky grin spread across his lips. “ i ended up snogging him by the end of the night. ”

[impcrios]

"well," peter starts off by saying, "i was almost in slytherin." he smirks, shaking his head and rolling his eyes at his best friend. "i think it comes with the territory." he says with a sigh, reaching out to mess with remus' hair. it was always around this time of the mont that peter did not walk on egg shells around his friend, knowing that's what most people did. perhaps it came from his mum, meeting people where they are, but he couldn't help but just treat remus like he normally would, he already had enough to deal with in his own life, and if remus ever needed anything then he hoped his best friend would reach out to him for it, but either way, he refused to be mowed down from the other. "yes, i know remus, you're very scary." he says with a smirk, pushing his shoulder before leaning his head against the other's shoulder for comfort. "thank you for coming with me anyway." he sighs. "it means a lot more than you realize." remus and peter had always been close growing up, when it was james and sirius, you'd always find remus and peter right behind them. "in due time, lupin." peter says with a huff of a laugh, grabbing another drink from a tray. "fucking merlin, give them a second to pour the drinks," he can't help but laugh, giving the other the flute of champagne. "yes, same." he sighs. peter had been fully out by the time yule ball came and went, and he never did get the date he wanted, everyone was either too scared or too scared to admit they found peter attractive. it had caused a lot heartbreak back then but he was over it now. peter had fully laughed at remus's story, shaking his head. "wow, what a wolf and a romantic." he said, whistling at remus before leaning his head back. "i remember one time i kept getting detention with this one guy and we'd end up snogging by the end of it. i really liked him." he shakes his head now. "seems so long ago."

[reveliios]

it  wasn’t  shawna's  fault  that  the  more  interesting  parts  of  a  place  were  always  the  ones  people  didn’t  want  you  looking  at.  she  had  peeled  away  from  the  main  gathering  under  the  pretense  of  needing  some  air,  but  really,  she’d  just  been  curious  about  the  manor  and  what  secrets  of  years  past  it  held.  and  apparently,  she  wasn’t  the  only  one.  catching  sight  of  another,  she  quirks  a  brow,  arms  crossing  loosely  over  her  chest  as  she  steps  closer,  eyes  flicking  to  the  portraits  he’d  been  fixated  on.  ❝  you  may  not  be  trying  to  snoop,  but  i  definitely  am,  ❞  she  replies  honestly,  earning  a  sneer  from  a  nearby  portrait.  she  barely  knew  anyone  at  this  ball,  and  was  unquestionably  underdressed,  but  she  couldn't  help  the  overwhelming  need  to  step  foot  into  a  manor  as  such  while  the  invite  still  existed.  ❝  a  heart  at  its  core  ?  ❞  she  echoes,  considering  it  for  a  moment.  ❝  sounds  more  poetic  than  i’d  expect  for  a  place  like  this.  but  i  guess  if  any  house  was  going  to  have  a  built-in  ego,  it’d  be  malfoy  manor.  ❞  there’s  no  real  bite  to  her  words,  just  an  honest  sort  of  musing  before  she  tilts  her  head  at  him.  ❝  so  what  is  it,  then  ?  you  got  some  grand  theory  about  the  house  listening  in  on  us,  or  are  you  just  looking  for  the  best-kept  secrets  ?  ❞

[impcrios]

dante had a special interest in house magic, having learned from it from nott library. and he would tell anyone who was actually interested in it. he looked at the other with a smirk at first, his face turning to look at one of the photos before shaking his head. "it's nothing like an ego," he says with a soft sigh. "it's like anything that has magic," he begins to explain, "there's a heart in everything. even as things such as the leaky cauldron. it has it's own house magic, there's a core to everything." he doesn't think he's making much sense so he tries again, dante never being able to explain much in detail, because his thoughts were often sporadic. "places that have lived long to the test of time have magic that's been here for as long as it's been alive. it's ingrained at this point, we can't explain it. there has to be a core of it right? all this history and knowledge must have to go somewhere?" it would make sense that something as old as malfoy manor would have a heart, maybe not a literal one, but with these old families there must be something long lasting from all of these years. "i do think the house is listening on us, actually." he further says, running a hand through his hair. "the same is to be true with ancestral homes like this. malfoy manor isn't the first one." he says with a sigh. "for example, when i come home, i can feel the magic of the house change, i always know that when i go to the sunroom i'll always find a mug of tea for me, and the temperature of the room will go lower because i prefer. house magic is a tricky thing, but once it gets to know it's masters it's intriguing." he shoves his hands in it's pockets. "i know it sounds quite boring."

[magnoliainjune]

Perihan & Peter - yuletide charity gala @impcrios

Once the adrenaline rush of facing her ex wore off Peri was left with the same gnawing emptiness that befell her most days. Distractions were helpful for short times but as they wore away she was always left with the reminder that she was empty, like a rotting log appearing solid on the outside, one false move and she felt...feared she would crumble. Seeking another distraction she had a glass of champagne in hand, refilled for the third time the bubbles were just starting to go to her head, bursting and filling her with warmth. When she moved it was with the sway of music, never mind those around her- this was a celebration...a wake? she hadn't decided which was appropriate as of yet.

Twirling under the shadow of a rather tall recognizable face she tilted her chin up at him, "Peter?" she questioned despite knowing the answer. She knew him adjacent to Sirius. They were all in the same year at Hogwarts. Peri in Slytherin and Sirius and the trio of boys she often saw him with. She had learned their names years ago, wondered what it was like to have such stable relationships. Something so concrete. Jealousy flared in her and she smiled despite herself. She wondered if he was like Sirius in other ways, or if the likeness ended at companions. "Would you mind"? she asked holding out her glass with the intent for him to hold it for her- "I've got something twisted here," she reached behind her with another lithe hand, a tangled element of her dress causing a discomfort she couldn't ignore. "If you'd just take this I could right it. I'm starting to feel like the lion with a thorn in it's paw."

[impcrios]

peter had felt like a fish out of water as of late, but he had agreed to come per his father's ask just to know what kind of events he would be thrown into, and thus far, he did not like any of them, but he was trying his best. he had looked at his sister from afar, before getting distracted and hearing his name. he had looked at peri and had sprung into action, holding on to whatever she had asked of him and then looking away for a moment. "you look nice," he said, with a small smile. "i got these hand-me-downs from a thrift store." he chuckles. "seems kind of silly now," at least when he thought about it. "are you okay now?" he questioned.

[reveliios]

❝  i  did  warn  you,  ❞  lucius  murmurs  with  a  quiet  laugh,  stopping  just  beside  narcissa,  his  gaze  flicking  from  the  peacock  to  the  faintly  healed  mark  on  their  finger.  ❝  and  yet,  here  you  are,  bested  by  one  of  the  manor’s  most  temperamental  residents.  ❞  besides  vespera,  he  almost  wants  to  add.  ❝  i  would  have  thought  dragons  had  made  you  warier  of  sharp  beaks  and  worse  temperaments.  ❞  he  had  seen  her  work  with  creatures  that  would  make  lesser  witches  tremble,  had  watched  her  command  their  respect  with  nothing  but  steady  hands  and  steely  composure.  and  yet,  a  peacock  had  managed  to  draw  first  blood.  he'd  been  there  plenty  of  times  before.  he  casts  a  brief  glance  toward  the  manor  before  returning  his  attention  to  narcissa.  ❝  what  is  it  that  sent  you  seeking  their  company  instead  of  enduring  another  hour  inside  ?  ❞

[impcrios]

when she sees lucius she shakes her had and sighs. "i always hate when a man is right." she jokes, looking down at their finger and then looking at the peacock. "well, i came at it peacefully, perhaps those methods can only work with dragons." she sighs, she reaches out again, gentler this time. and it looks at her warily and she can see it going for a second strike and they quickly remove their hand. "oh well, perhaps one day you and i will be friends." they raise their eyebrow at the peacock and it begins to walk away. when he asks the question she looks up at the manor, in all it's decorative glory. "i'm introverted, lucius. there's a reason i didn't go into a career with people." they shrug wrapping their arms around themselves due to the cold, "and anyway, why are you out here?" they raises an eyebrow with a smirk.

[cfdreamcrs]

𝑪𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 | 𝑳𝒐𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏: 𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝑳𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒏 | 𝑭𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒌 & 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒚 | 𝑫𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 20𝒕𝒉

Frank was exhausted, it had been a day of not only attempting to move as efficiently as he could, but also a day of listening to his umma go on and one about how he was wasting his time and money, the Longbottom estate was his and living in a tiny flat in london seemed like he was avoiding the inevitable. what he couldn't say was how difficult it was to start living with her again, especially at the age of twenty six, she was nearly the only family he had left, but as much as he loved her and that home, the memories that it carried of their family -- he couldn't ignore them like she did.

knocking against the door, a tired but giddy smile stretched his lips, "hey neighbour, fancy a cup of tea?" he had just found the kettle.

@impcrios

[impcrios]

mary had lived a long time in some sort of solidarity, she was used to being by herself. when she finally got a place to herself close to the ministry she knew that it would simply be a place that she could rest at, and that was okay, that seemed to be the way it was for most people. but now when she hears the door knock she opens the door to frank longbottom and she can't help but smile, seeing the other. "well, well, well, look who it is." she says with a smirk. "longbottom, i might have thought it were someone else," she says with a bit of a laugh, "when did you end up moving here?" she smirks. "of course i got the kettle brewing for you."

[impcrios]

@alastred

rodolphus couldn't help but do a lap around the manor, checking on the perimeters, he would never actually escape being an auror, so when he finds himself amongst alastor moody, he isn't surprised. he looks over at his once mentor and nods his head. "didn't think. you'd be here." he says with a smirk, reaching out to one of the floating trays and taking a drink of it. he hadn't even had a full glass yet, people kept pulling him away. "are you enjoying yourself?" he asks, he knew that he wasn't. perhaps alastor was here for the same reason that he was : politics. it's what it always went down to.

[enchantmecnts]

STATUS: OPEN LOCATION : somewhere near malfoy manor

staring at the gate for a moment too long, pandora could feel hesitation win over her earlier resolve. the painted flowers on the paper bag crumpled as she pressed it tighter to her chest, swallowing a sigh before it escaped. usually, pandora was rarely stopped by reason, and yet, she found herself pondering. contemplating if she had the strength or patience to attend an event with far too many pureblood elites who were not used to the effort to mask their true feelings towards people like her. still, she’d come all this way. naively believing that good intentions alone would be enough to convince her to step through the gates of malfoy manor. another name that paired oddly with the sound of charity.  placing the paper bag gently on the ground, her fingers curled around the cold metal bars, one leg swinging forward as she tried to figure out if she could simply sneak in, leave her donation somewhere, and disappear . with a quiet breath, her mind was set on her foolish plan. as she was just about to swing the other leg over, a voice sliced through the cold night.  “ oh.” pandora froze mid-climb, gaze snapping downward to find a figure beneath her. “ i couldn’t find the entrance …” a foolish lie, interrupted by a smile pulling her lips. “ would you mind taking this with you ?” her head nodding towards the paper bag. “ i wanted to donate it.” 

[impcrios]

regulus was out smoking, trying to get away from the crowds when he had heard a disturbance. he had looked over at them with a raised eyebrow before lowering the cigarette and watching what was unfolding actually unfold before him before raising an eyebrow. he had then brought the cigarette back up to his mouth before blowing out the smoke and doing no such thing to actually help. "it's right there," he says, pointing towards the long lines of grass, the entrance was not that far but it was pretty dark out here but still this was enough entertainment for him. he had looked down at the gift and then said, "don't you want to donate it yourself?" he says, he had already donated enough, seeing the gift in hand seemed a bit ostentatious. "why don't you want to donate it yourself?" he asks, sizing the woman up and down, perhaps you felt like you don't belong here?

[impcrios]

@enchantmecnts on a night like this. flashback, yuletide.

yuletide was always going to be a family affair, as long as the blacks were involved, they would call upon all of the pureblooded families to either grimmauld place or black manor home. it seemed that tonight, after weeks of prep it was on druella to host the yuletide celebration. it was always bittersweet for narcissa, she loved this time of year, but she hated how everything just seemed so fake because of it. all the sisters were back under one roof even though they all were in slytherin, it wasn't the same as being actually together. they were all different people now. narcissa was getting antsy by the second, so she had grabbed one of the champagne bottles and something else she kept shrunk in her robes from school that would look down upon, and made it out into the black family gardens before finding somewhere to sit down before she heard a shuffling sound. she used her wand to hide her items and stood up, before realizing, it was her sister. "for salazar's sake." she says with a big sigh. "warn a person!"

[impcrios]

@cfdreamcrs

"oh! frank! i'm so bloody glad to see you!" he says with a sigh of relief, "i haven't been able to recognize everyone and i lost fucking remus a long time ago and been trying to find him. we came together, but he's nowhere to be found," peter raddled on as someone who was tipsy would, but trying to keep their cool. "you're an auror and i'm a healer, i bet our joint intelligence could find remus," he says, before sighing, "because i know mary macdonald will have my arse and many other people if we don't find him." he knew he was being ridiculous but at the moment it felt like life or death. the truth was, remus was probably fine, just not in the clear sight of peter, which made it all the more ridiculous.

[impcrios]

@nobelandloved

"would you mind to dance?" peter had asked the other, he was a bit lost on what he should do, and seeing that his father was slowly closing on in he needed to do something and it seemed dancing was his next bet. "we might not either be good but at least we can both scramble something better than these students," he says with a hopeful smile. "do you mind joining me?"

[fairweathermyth]

I’m not mad. I’m just really disappointed in myself. I don’t know who I am! I don’t know where I belong! I don’t know where to go! I don’t know who to love!

SEARCH PARTY // 4.09 The Inferno

[impcrios]

@sacrific1al

he had to talk to her at some point. he was a gryffindor, he could be brave, but he also could have been a slytherin and always carried the aura of self preservation. probably a little too much. he takes the biggest swig of the champagne and then pulls himself off the wall and fixing his robes before walking up to florence, "care to dance?" he asks. she was going to absolutely smoke him out of the water, but he had been practicing. he felt uncomfortable, being here. he knew that nothing bad would happen but it was uncomfortable being in a manor that he didn't know ( but would come to know so well ), surrounded by names that he barely knew much about. "i'll try and not and step on your foot too many times." he smirks, holding his hand out.

[impcrios]

@nobelandloved

one thing to know about regulus was that he loved quidditch. despite his mother disapproving him being on the team, saying that it was a worthless sport, he had done it anyway. before guari was captain of the holyhead harpies, it was still his favourite team. when he sees adelina reyes by herself he graciously walks over towards her and smiles politely. "i might be biased having played as a seeker, but you're the best out of the league." regulus had grabbed one of the champagne glasses and took a sip. "are you the type to let yourself indulge for a night or do you abstain during league season?"

[amcrtentias]

where: the three broomsticks, hogsmeade when: lunchtime, day of the yuletide ball with: open!

After a busy day of last-minute Christmas shopping (as has become their tradition), James has decamped to the Three Broomsticks for a mug of butterbeer and some well-deserved lunch, trying to get themselves organised before they go home and get changed for their outing with Lily later.

“Listen, are you planning on donating anything to this Francesca Fudge thing? And if yes, how much? I was thinking a thousand galleons, but I don’t want to look tight…” They muse to their companion, drumming the end of their self-inking quill against the table as they consider what to write on the blank cheque in front of them, “This party still seems like a load of self-indulgent bullshit to me, but charity’s charity…”

[impcrios]

mary was excited to head home for christmas, the thought of being back in ireland with her parents and brothers, she was itching for it. she had already bought all their gifts but there were a couple things she needed to get in muggle london. she sits down across from the james with her own butterbeer and takes a sip of it and looking at their check book and smiling at them before making a face. "i thought of going," she says with a sigh. "but the thought of running into a few people didn't seem worth it," plus she would be a lion in a house full of snakes. though, she knew no real danger could happen since the hogwarts kids were there but the thought of running into mulciber made the decision. "i'm going to donate, but i also don't have much to donate." she says, sitting back in her chair. "i still struggle to understand the wixen currency." she scrunches her face. "anyway, what are you doing tonight if you're not going?"