& unholy ground.

& when the dust of your rage settles, you're left in the dark, palms pressed into your eyes, WONDERING why you weren't good enough. lucille weasley. lucy. 16. slytherin. nothing good ever comes of this.

[tidepoint]

anthony squinted at the bean in his hand, as if he could guess the flavour just by looking at it. “ i’m always a little skeptical to have one of bertie bott’s every flavour beans. i mean, isn’t everyone ? you quite literally never know what you’re going to get. ” the boy quickly popped the bean into his mouth, bracing himself for whatever was about to come. a few seconds later, his right eye was slightly twitching & he scrunched his face up in displeasure. “ dog food, ” he muttered and held the small box out that was almost overflowing with beans.  “ would you like one ? ”

[luweascl-blog]

lucy watched it all play out, and a hint of a smile crossed her lips at his final reaction. she’d had mixed reviews on bertie bott’s every flavour beans, because really, not one experience was the same. once, she was convinced that one flavour had been rotten egg; though her mother     ( step-mother. somehow, she was always forgetting that. ) had insisted she was being dramatic. being lucy, she probably was, but still stood by her statement. “yes, i suppose i am a little skeptical about the beans too, because not even the smell gives it away. speaking of, i have a theory that bertie bott himself placed a charm to mask the true scent of every bean, so the consumers wouldn’t be able to tell. thus, giving everyone a chance to have an authentic experience.” merlin, she didn’t even know if she used ‘thus’ in the correct term, but she shrugged anyway and picked out a bean from the box when he offered. “sure, i’ve never been one to turn down a bean,” popping it in her mouth, her face soon scrunched up just as his had earlier. “ah. asparagus.” lucy hated asparagus. 

[luweascl-blog]

domyaxley:

The sound of Lucy’s laugh startled Dom, before causing him to smile. Even though he was embarrassed, lording over Lucy was always an ego boost, and an entertaining pastime. She never fully gave in, always had a quip or remark, but Dom knew he would win in the end - because he was the one in control, he was the one forcing her to give up her own family. 

“Glad to be a source of entertainment,” Dom said dryly. He took a step towards Lucy, folding his arms. “You know, you’re in a precarious position, Weasley.” The name was dripping with disdain, twisting it into an insult. “Don’t you realize who’s in charge here? I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t want to upset me.” 

More often than not, Lucy wanted to tell Dominic where he could rightfully shove it, but whenever she would open her mouth to speak, nothing came out. So she’d always clench her jaw and keep her head down, silently simmering in all her rage. He had a hold over her and Lucy absolutely hated it, like she was on a leash and whenever he tugged; she followed. Albeit, with a little struggle. 

“Get off your little ego trip, Yaxley, it’s unbecoming of you.” But still, Lucy took a step back when he took one forward, her back hitting the edge of the table. “Well, you’re definitely not in charge here, you know this isn’t going to stand for much longer. I could tell someone that you’re blackmailing me, then what would you do? Everything would be out in the open. Dominic Yaxley is a maniac blackmailing another student. What would your father say about that, if you got caught?”

[warwovnds-blog]

a gala. hermione couldn’t help the scowl that flitted across her face; as though the timing of such an event weren’t entirely tasteless. the cause was important—-particularly with the war on the horizon, st mungos would need all the extra galleons they could get—but she couldn’t help but draw parallels to the last war; events like this attracted trouble, chaos, like a moth to the flame, and her wand felt warm against her skin as it sat in it’s holster, as though it too, was ready to be used at a moment’s notice. she needed to stay sharp, she needed to stay alert (already, she knew the whereabouts of every member of her family in this room), so when a drink was slid in front of her, she shook her head, “martinis give me a headache, actually—-i’ll be quite fine with my butterbeer, thanks.”

[luweascl-blog]

there were too many people around lucy to make her feel comfortable, and in an instant, she knew she shouldn’t have come. but her father had forced her, presumably to make it seem like he had the picture-perfect family. but her skin prickled and her hands itched to feel around for her tarot cards, which were no doubt in her bag, but Lucy made an effort to stop herself. this was not the time, nor the place to have a Freak Out. so instead, she made her way towards the bar, her sight on an all-too familiar woman who she loved very much. sliding in next to her, lucy’s smile brightened. “great! then you wouldn’t mind if I swoop in and grab it then, Aunt ‘Mione.” her fingers already wrapped around the glass. 

[domyaxley-deactivated20180814]

open. 

Due to The Weird Sisters concert that was occurring, the antiques market was rather empty. It offered a welcome sense of calm, a slice of quiet away from the crowds of the fundraiser. While Dom didn’t have a particular passion for antiques, they were rather interesting, and he did enjoy looking at old potions materials, giving him ideas for new experimental brews. This year he was in NEWT Potions, and Dom found himself actually excited at the prospect - it would be his chance to really show off his potioneering talents. 

Dom looked around to see if anyone was watching, before picking up an ancient looking vase, peering at the intricate carving. To his horror, the vase started to m e l t in his hand, liquid vase remains plopping against the floor. He quickly put the vase back but it was too late, the vase was oozing all over the display case. Hearing footsteps, Dom jumped slightly, nearing losing his balance on the floor. 

“Who the fuck makes a vase that melts?” he exclaimed, turning towards the newcomer. “This is ridiculous.” 

[luweascl-blog]

Lucy didn’t like The Weird Sisters at all, and she’d tell you that fact, but there was no one around to tell. She was on her own, as she had been for a while, walking around and trying to find some form of entertainment for her to do. Enter: the antiques market, which she was walking through slowly, trying to get a feel of the so-called antiques, but all Lucy could pick up on was the terribly powerful smell of Old Things. 

She didn’t mean to watch Dom intently, like she was dissecting an animal, but she was just curious. Until the vase melted right in his very hands; Lucy let out the biggest laugh of her life. It was very loud and sarcastic, and she slowly walked towards him, despite her unfurling hatred towards him. 

It was better to find happiness in the little things, she’s since found out. 

“Well, great. Now you’ve fucked it. Good going, Yaxley. What’s the shop-keeper going to think when he comes back to his melted vase on the floor? You shouldn’t touch what isn’t yours.” 

[luweascl-blog]

LUCY WEASLEY: sixth year slytherin. pureblood. seer. double agent. slytherin beater. 

trigger warning for: mention of death, parental abandonment

hmu if you wanna plot!!!

her mother named her lucille, after her great grandmother on her maternal side, who lived in a little house on the seaside, which lucy herself had never seen. but from a young age, it was always lucy, or lu, never lucille. especially after her mother walked out, and little lucy never saw her again.

from a young age she had been plagued by nightmares, which had left her a screaming mess, percy was at his whits end with her, until finally, some relief. no more screaming, but only because the nightmares were happening during the day. but he was adamant nothing was wrong, he loved lucy, yes, but what would the people think? 

generally though, lucy was a happy child. loved the stars, because they told a story. everything did. the cracks in the sidewalk - the tea leaves, the tarot cards she was drawn to. but never had she predicted death - - - who would win the quidditch game, yes, it was her gut feeling. 

her mother explained everything though, in a letter, that she had been from a long line of seers that had skipped her mother and landed straight on lucy. it was too hard for her mother, so she left, leaving her with percy. 

lucy loves the weasleys, she does, but she’s also part of the anti-weasley weasley club. she may not show it, but if anything were to happen to them, lucy would raise hell. 

the night her uncle, harry potter, died, she had felt that there was something off. could never put her finger on it, all the tarot cards were saying death, death, death, the stars spelt it out in the sky, even the flames of the fireplace had smelt deathly. but she couldn’t put her finger on it, not until it was too late, and even then - - - she couldn’t believe it. still refuses to believe it. could she have stopped it? she wasn’t sure. 

is an incredibly honest person without meaning to be; says what’s on her mind. often gets her into trouble for it. doesn’t really care. 

had been part of the LI, until the death eaters had caught wind of her special ability, and in order to keep her family safe, was ultimately made to spy on the LI for the Death Eaters, something that makes her feel sick to her stomach, so she started skipping out on meetings so she couldn’t hear anything sensitive. how long until the death eaters catch on? 

is not a very good seer at all. hates what she is. it’s not a gift. it’s hell. at least for her anyway. 

craves to be normal but knows it isn’t possible. 

very ride or die with her friends. 

doesn’t have many friends. 

just wants to be loved 

:((((((

[venettaoctavia]

You are shaking fists & trembling teeth. I know: You did not mean to be cruel. That does not mean you were kind.

Venetta Octavia, excerpt of “THE BURNING”, from my upcoming chapbook, tentatively titled “Oculus” (via venettaoctavia)

[wnq-anonymous]

Oh, darling, it’s true. Beautiful things have dents and scratches too.

Anonymous (via wnq-anonymous)

[riverlarking]