wicked games

There are moments that the words don't reach There is a grace too powerful to name

[islxrosier]

theyoungestblack·:

location: Diagon Alley, Flourish and Blotts status: open

For the last few days, Regulus had done little else besides reading over new potion books that came from Russia. There were a few that were more complex than others, but Regulus had put himself at arms distance at work as he glossed over the ingredients. Russian was one of the languages that gave him trouble still which led him to the bookshop in Diagon Alley. Regulus wouldn’t admit to those who created foot traffic in Knockturn Alley, but he always did prefer Diagon Alley. It was brighter and had more life. Regulus could get lost in the shops in Knockturn Alley for days but there was a certain optimism blended in between each step he took outside of it. The bookshop was crowded floor to ceiling with titles that ranged over histories. When he found the right section, Regulus began to pull books out that read vaguely what he was searching for. The shelves were shoved in a way that created a labyrinth in such a small shop, which led him in the steer path of another. “I am so sorry,” Regulus began hastily, collecting the books that fumbled to the ground due to his lose of concentration. He knew it was better to use his own hands to hold the books, but he had come for at least ten texts and only had two hands. As he knelt to the ground to collect his books, his hands ran over the title that wasn’t in his grasp before. “Were you thinking of reading this one? That’s a hard one to find, but I read it once before. I think you’ll find it quite interesting.”

She often frequented every bookshop from hogsmeade to diagon alley. Isla could spend hours getting lost among the titles and reviewing the cover art. Today had been no different. As she got lost in the books she had barely noticed the falling of the stories around her or the man that had seemed to appear out of nowhere. She too bent down and started to distinguish hers from his separating them into piles. It was only then she made the recognition of Regulus Black. “I was considering it.” Isla looked at the book her head tilting to the side. “I’m struggling to find something captivating enough. I feel like I’ve read every good book in this place.” Isla was a self proclaimed book snob. The girl could tell if a book could hold her interest or was worth the read from the first page. 

[islxrosier]

siriusly-okay·:

date: april 20 location: augurey closed to @islxrosier·

Sirius has been pretty desperate to fill up his social calendar since he returned to pureblood society. Spending each and every day with his grandfather isn’t exactly the most pleasant experience, and he’s desperate for breaks by the end of every day. He needs to get his own place, but that will take time. He’ll need a job first, and without mending a few bridges he imagines that’ll be rather hard to land. So, to fill his days, he owls just about everyone he can think to owl, including Isla Rosier. It’s been awhile since they’ve spoken, but Sirius always found her to be far more tolerable than some of her counterparts. 

They agree to dinner at the Augurey. It’s casual enough that their families shouldn’t read too much into it. He arrives early to get them a good table, and leans back into his chair, just enjoying the music. Sirius spots Isla and gives her a small wave and a warm smile. When she’s close enough, he greets her. 

“You look lovely tonight. I hope you don’t mind the seating – I couldn’t get a perfect spot so I settled for second best.” 

The two were oddly similar and it felt right that they would meet up to compare notes. The two had both only returned back into a society where something happened daily to affect the families within it. They themselves shared cousins who had enough drama to keep the entire wizarding world occupied yearly.

“Sirius, it’s perfect. Don’t be silly.” She returned the greeting just as she always had. A friendly kiss on both cheeks seemed perfectly satisfactory. Isla felt comfortable around Sirius, more herself, the two didn’t need posh dinners locations to enjoy their time.She looked around struggling to see how their seats were second best and if they were she could only imagine what the best seats in the house were like. As she took her seat opposite him she couldn’t help but jump right in with a question. “So tell me, how have you been?”

[retiredpunkdxd]

@Carlsonyoung: w/brenna, moments before the world went down

[islxrosier]

thevioletwilkes·:

Violet had worked for weeks on her family’s garden party;now that she lived at the Norfolk estate most of the time, she’d put a greatdeal of love into cultivating the rosebushes as well as the other flora andfauna that perpetuated the landscape. The drinks and canapes were carefullydesigned as well and the young woman found herself quite pleased with theturnout thus far. Holding a glass of champagne between her fingers, Violet’seyes lit up as she saw Isla, the other woman someone she had always gotten onwith better than her Black cousins.

“I’m so pleased you could make it,” she remarked, leaning into give the other woman a kiss of greeting on her cheek. “It was a labor oflove, I’m afraid. Mother allowed me to handle most of the logistics this yearand I nearly fainted when I returned home from Sweden to find the hydrangeasyet to bloom.” Luckily a potion had taken care of that. “Tell me, how haveyou been?”

Isla was more aware than others about the uncomfortable tension that hung in the air around Violet and her cousin. However the blonde girl was always a true believer in not getting involved with drama that didn’t affect her directly. That rule had kept the Rosier daughter out of unnecessary arguments. Besides she happened to like Violet Wilkes, she appreciated any pureblood woman who dared to speak their mind, even if there was a veil of overlying facade from them both.

 “I wouldn’t have missed it.” She smiled politely looking around at the blooms Violet described. The array of colors was breath taking and if she hadn’t of mentioned something Isla would never have suspected that the party had a single hitch. “Your hydrangeas could rival all others, they’re simply beautiful.” She complimented the girl sincerely. “Honestly, I am missing my travels, but I am equally happy to be home. Besides someone needs to keep and eye on that brother of mine.”

[islxrosier]

@thevioletwilkes​

Although Isla hated the majority of the social stigma that came with being a pureblood she loved a good party. There was something about getting dressed up for a specific event that dared to even get her excited. There was also the hopeful promise that purchases conversations might venture past that of the mundane gossip. The Wilkes estate was something to marvel at it was clear to the blonde that much planning and decoration had gone into the garden party, she’d be sure to do the polite thing a note the effort when she eventually ran into the host.

She walked around with her usual perfect facade firmly intact. Surveying the grounds she took a glass of champagne off the nearest tray before finally spotting the woman on the hour.  It was a rare but welcoming sight to find Violet on her own. Isla had grown used to the brunette permanently surrounded by her cohorts. “Violet, I’m so glad I caught you. The party is a hit you must be delighted.”

[ssweeneys]