fortune favors the bold.

( lance ahn. seventh year. gryffindor. muggleborn wizard. d.a. pardy king. nadia zabini's secret peng boyfriend. )

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banhifenwick.

“It’s alright… I’m not afraid to die…” @lanceahns @ammaavery

             “ Init, ‘cos you’re the tuffest gyaldem I know. So you’re not going to die, fam. You’re going to be  f i n e,  and when this is through, we’re going to get us some cheeky Nandos. ”

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iscdora.

Her jaw clenched as the spit dripped off her mask at a snails pace and she attempted to remain cool. A minor’s been tortured. That was something that Isadora didn’t know; the knowledge settled in her bones with a deep disturbance. THIS WAS WRONG. But Isadora didn’t make the rules. “Do you WANT your friends to get hurt? Do you want everyone around you to d i e ? Because that’s what will happen, unless we get the information we need.” A minor’s been tortured and a minor was being forced to play her hand. It seemed that life didn’t care about either of them, how pitiful and poetic. Isadora looked at her house mate, suddenly grateful for the mask - it would hide her cowardice. “Just say S O M E T H I N G before your friends get hurt.” but they’re your friends too, Isadora. 

                “ What I want is to see you, and every other piece of SHIT behind you, rotting in Azkaban. I want you to know that all your fucking happy memories are going to be stolen from you. And I want you to understand that you’re going to DESERVE to be the twisted, putrid, hollow thing you’ll become when the dementors set on you. ” Lance spat at the mask a second time, face set in steel. “ I’ll bite off my tongue before I help you wastemen, init. And if you hurt my friends, YOU’LL FUCKING REGRET IT. ”

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               Barbara, Scobie, Annette. Whoever the death eater was, he was vicious and cruel and he wasn’t going to S T O P hurting Lance’s friends. He wiped an involuntary tear on his shoulder from listening to their blood curdling screams, eyes flickering around the room. The one currently torturing Annette had broken from the ranks, and seemed to be the only one taking liberties with the hostages thus far. ( HIS FIRST MISTAKE. ) In a flash, relying on mostly the strength in his legs as his arms were tied, the boy had propelled himself to a stand, and then, HE CHARGED. And then, he kicked. “ DON’T MESS WITH MANZ’ FAM, PAGAN!!” ( That had been his second mistake. ) 

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iscdora.

This was a test of loyalty, one thing that she had never known about. No one was loyal - at least, not to her. Her parents - if they could even be called that - were n e v e r there. A deal was made and Isadora was forced to participate ; become a death eater and we won’t marry you off. become a death eater and you will get your freedom. She just never imagined freedom tasting so BITTER. Because damn it, her mask was itchy and it didn’t seem worth it anymore. “LISTEN TO ME. I don’t want to hurt you, but we need answers. The sooner you give them, the sooner you’ll be let go. I promise.” But, well, Isadora had always been shitty with promises.

              LANCE SPAT AT THE DEATH EATER’S MASK, blinding rage dimming any semblance of self control he harboured. Annette had been Crucio’d. ANNETTE HAD BEEN CRUCIO’D. “Fuck you, wasteman. You’re filth, you’re SCUM. Don’t you dare pretend like any part of this utter bullshit is reasonable. A minor’s being tortured, you fucking twat, so shove your promise up your arse. ”

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sullybones.

Sully pressed the tips of her index fingers to the curl of her smile. “Trust daddy Lance, lads.” She parroted. “Everything’ll be tidy.”

              “ SEE NOW, here’s a bird who knows what’s up. Sulwen, init?? Sully. SULZ. Sick gal. How’s the pardy treating you, boo ting?? ”

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sulwen, andromeda, daphne

               “ Marry Andromeda, sick gal. Shag Daphne, fit gal. Kill Sulwen, only cause manz doesn’t know her proper. ”

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michael, dex, silas

                “ TOO EASY. I’m marry my boi Mikey, ‘cause we’d be proper domestic and cute like, init. Then I’d shag Dex, ‘cause mandem is BUFF in that rugged kinda’ way. Then I’d give Silas to the Wotter gyaldem, ‘cause that wasteman is way too liberal with the ‘M’ word, ja feel?? ”

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nadiazcbini.

‘ I miss you ’; at his words, the smirk that had been firmly etched onto Nadia’s face since she’d walked away from him melted into something a bit softer; more genuine;something truly happy—-a smile that not many people got to see. Was this the punch, or had he really wanted to say that? She wasn’t sure—-she knew which one she wanted it to be, but she placed his drink behind her on the ledge, out of his reach, just in case. His words resulted in another kiss from her; this one a bit longer than the last, and she stayed close to him when she pulled away.

“Well,” She started, fingers linking with his, “It looked like you needed some help, and apparently I’m always around to help anyone when they’re in need—rumor has it, anyway. You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?” Her tone was knowing; using the words that Scobie had parroted to her, words that had come from him, the amusement in her tone showed that she wasn’t really angry—-more of a fond exasperation. “Well when I’m not being made tutor to the masses by you—tonight? I’ve been…. keeping an eye on Amma, ah—-keeping an eye on you.” This part was said a bit more cautiously. The war, and their parts in it, and the dangers presented, was a sensitive subject between them, to say the least—-one that she could ignore for a while when she was with Lance, but that was always looming on the horizon. She leaned into his touch, eyes fluttering close for a moment as she asked, “How has your night been?”

              His eyes closed at the kiss, stomach FLIPPED upside down. Lance didn’t even clock the placing aside of his drink. “ Kissing you is like... it’s like, different, ma. ” It wasn’t like kissing other girls hadn’t ever been nice in the past — but up until the Slytherin girl, he’d thought that butterflies in the stomach was utter shit. “ It’s like, BETTER THAN the feeling I get when we won the Quidditch cup .” Lance held her close, fingers idly playing with her hair. “ And you smell SO GOOD, I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone that smells this good?? How do you do that?? Is it like a spell or something?? ”

                The more words that spilled out of his mouth, the less he took notice of it. Lance attributed it to the alcohol, and the fact that he adored Nadia. A loud chuckle fell from the boy, shaking his head down at her. “ ME?? No, must’ve been Kiran or something. ” He laughed a second time, and stole another kiss. “ You and Scobes will be good for each other. She could use some confidence, and you could use some patience. Plus, manz just wants you to like ALL of the gyaldem and mandem ‘cause I’m in love with you. Then you can hang all the time. ” Lance Ahn had just admitted he was literally in love with Nadia Zabini, and it was said as casually as talking about the weather. “ NOT TOO BAD. Mostly just hanging with the Gryffindor crew, since they’re proper rowdy tonight. Must be something in the punch. ”

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nadiazcbini.

Nadia schooled her expression into one of unimpressed indifference, as though she hadn’t spent the last ten minutes watching Lance move about the room, and hadn’t spent the last five moving closer to him in the most discreet way she could. It was more than wanting a chance to steal her (secret) boyfriend away for a moment alone—-though that played a large part—-she needed to keep an eye on him for reasons he didn’t know. So when she saw her chance, she took it. A quick tripping jinx sent the Ravenclaw careening into the Gryffindor, and Nadia spoke up from the sidelines.

“Are you actually going to let him get away with that?” She drawled, eyes flitting from Lance—-ignoring for the moment the fluttering in her stomach that usually accompanied seeing him—-and turning her attention the younger students, “I guess he,” Gesturing now to the Ravenclaw, “Was right when he said you were barely worthy of being a student here, much less a Gryffindor.” Not her most clever work, but it did the trick; the ensuing fight created the distraction she’d wanted. Quickly maneuvering to Lance’s side, she plucked the drink he’d been holding from his hands (she wasn’t sure whether she wanted him to have drank any yet or not) and, giving him a playful smile, said, “Thanks for the drink, Ahn,” before moving away quickly, hoping he’d follow.

               IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE, he was left without a drink and his jaw hanging open. Even with her words alone, Nadia Zabini could work magic because SOMEHOW, in the space of about ten seconds: he found himself disregarding the other students entirely to trail after the Slytherin prefect. He knew that they were meant to be secretive as possible —  but if she hadn’t approached him at some point, Lance would have found a way to talk to her instead. He missed her, with everything that was going on. 

                 As soon as they were alone and out of sight, he pecked a kiss atop her lips. “ I MISS YOU, WITH EVERYTHING THAT’S GOING ON. ” Lance blinked, confused. Did he just say that out loud?? Weird.  Maybe he’d done one too many shots. “ ... Clearly you missed me too, though, ma, ‘cause that was some SHIT you just pulled to get me away from them, ” he chuckled, pleased with himself to have smoothed the cheesiness out. “ You look proper fit tonight. No lie, most peng gyal in the room. What you been up to, anyways?? ” Lance asked, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. 

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mollyweezz.

“–My brain literally has an aneurysm every time you speak, Lance.” Molly sighed, arm crossed over her chest as she looked over the younger boys. “Run along before someone owls your mum’s. Don’t think she’d be chill knowing her son is fighting over who’s gonna fuck what girl. So fuck off, pricks..” She hissed, glaring until the ran off before turning to face Lance once more. “Did you really just call yourself daddy?”

               His features twisted in a mix of confusion and astonishment. “ GYALDEM, why are you dragging manz like this?? ” Lance’s fondness for the Weasley and Potter gals had never been a secret, and so Molly’s caustic words had him worried. “ Yeah, ‘cause they’re my SONS, you feel?? My lil’ homies. I teach them how to razz the ladies proper, you know, in the FEMINIST way, and so I’m their daddy. Molls, you got me all shook. ”

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kesslerkills.

“I would totally dance with you, but, um…my date is right there!” Raven glanced at a random passerby with pleading golden eyes. The last thing she wanted was to be grinding against some drunk wizard tonight. She wanted that even less than she wanted to lose the next five quidditch games.

              HE HAD JUST SAT DOWN. Immediately, the Gryffindor raised to a stand again, and went to the girl’s side. Lance flashed an apologetic smile at the drunk lad, even patted his shoulder. “ SORRY, fam. No hard feelings. ” He waited until the guy cleared out, before stepping around to stand in front of her. “ That’s why you don’t hit the HARD STUFF without eating first, init. ”

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trydaphne.

“Woah, that’s strong.”  Daphne spoke after taking a sip of her drink.  “Maybe I’ll just go slow, yeah.”  She spoke with a nod.

               An amused chuckle sounded from Lance, “ you want some mixer, gyaldem?? Lemonade, juice, energy drink. You don’t HAVE to drink it strong, jafeel?? ”

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                “ OI NAH, MANDEM. ALLOW IT. ” He placed a firm hand on the fifth year Gryffindor’s chest and pushed him away from the sixth year Ravenclaw kid. “ How you gonna’ chirpse peng hunnies when you’re here, looking like wastemen, kicking off at one another?? TRUST DADDY LANCE, boiz. Make wingmen, not enemies, init. ”