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Have you heard? There’s a rumor in St. Petersburg. Have you heard what they’re saying on the street? Although the Tsar did not survive, one daughter may be still alive: the Princess Anastasia! But please do not repeat!

Anastasia (1997) dir. Don Bluth & Gary Goldman

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femmefatale-xox

“Ugh,” Anderson said as she stood looking out the window of her fathers manor. With a gust of air from her mouth, she blew away the bangs that had fallen into her eyesight and pushed her body from the wall she had been leaning against.

It had never been this boring before when she would come to visit. Maybe it was because it was her first time in the U.K. as an adult or maybe it was because her brother was working all weekend, but Anderson was going stir crazy. Maybe she could go to Diagon Ally. Just this once without Sebastian.

Normally her brother preferred to be with her when she went out into the wizard of world. Things were so different there than they were in America. It was a habit he had formed when she was young and would visit on Summer vacations. “Well, this isn’t a vacation”.

Turning on one foot, Anderson spun until she found her footing in an empty ally. She straightened her clothes clumsy and made her way to the cobblestone path. It was beautiful, people in all different colored cloaks and hats. She was obviously out of place in her mortal clothes but she didn’t care.

She made her way through the streets looking at everyone and the stores wondering where to go first in this new adventure.

femmefatale-xox

“We need more of your mother’s potion ma’am. She’s getting low..” The small house maiden spoke to Aradia in hushed tones. The tiny woman could hear her mother, muttering to herself about demons and angels again. “I’ll make sure I get some more on my way out. Keep her preoccupied in the meantime.” Aradia’s tone was sincere but the grim reality of her mother’s state hung heavy in the air. She couldn’t take long while she was out. Work pulled her in one way and her mother’s well being was deteriorating. Aradia didn’t know how much longer she would be able to balance the two without losing it herself. Normally, she was well composed on the outside. Inside? Well, she just didn’t talk about that. Ruby red locks swarmed around her as the wind pushed through the little alleyways. Heeled stilettos sounded on the cobblestone, her head pushed in pure determination to accomplish what she needed to do. Dipping into the small herb shop she grinned at the smell, soaking up the different aromas that hit her at once. If anything school taught her it was that potions, when properly executed could save or kill anyone and anything. “Madam Tasmin, I see you’re looking lovely as ever.” The small elf like owner called from behind the counter. “Yes, I needed some things for a tonic. I’ll help myself Henry.” She called out with a small polite grin. “Hope things are going well at the Ministry. I haven’t seen you in quite some time.” He called back to her. Green hues narrowed at the floor while she moved towards the back. She couldn’t stand small talk. Hearing bells at the door her eyes moved to follow the person entering.

mydarkestghost

@femmefatale-xox

It didn’t take long for Anderson to find a potions and herb shop. It send her heart fluttering as she bound through the doors.

“Welcome!” The creature said from behind the counter, moving towards her. “Is there anything you’re looking for in particular?”

Anderson waved her hand. “No, thanks. I’m really just looking around.”

The elf nodded and bowed before going back to his work. It always felt strange to Anderson, that people, well creatures, bowed to others. In America, there would be upheaval. Still, it was almost unnoticed by herself when she gave a small bow back to the elf.

The books were few and Anderson had already read most of them, but the ingredients were.. magnificent! With her wand, the small girl conjured up a small wicker basket and began looking through the bat wings and honey bee stingers. It was harder to find the old magic ways on America, the roots were all here, in the U.K. with the Celtic magic.

“Have you ever seen such an amazing assortment of potion ingredients in your life!?” her tone was excited and she was speaking to no one in particular but it brought her attention to the woman standing opposite on the isle.

With a small smile, Anderson lifted a hand to say ‘excuse me’ and continued to silently squeal over her good fortune.

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Aradia heard the girl come and a small smile peaked up at the corner of her lips. Moving through the various things she found herself pulling mermaid’s scale from the shelf. Looking over at the tiny brunette she grinned. She knew that she wasn’t speaking to her directly but she couldn’t help respond. “Oh you should see some of the shops in Egypt then. The most jaw dropping selections ever.”She stated as her eyes narrowed, looking for a certain potion. “I can’t seem to find it...”She muttered to herself, hoping that she wasn’t out of luck. Calling over to the elf behind the counter her green hues looked over the tiny woman. “It seems you’ve moved a few things around... I need a bit of Draught of Peace...”She said before the store’s keeper pointed closer in the direction of the other girl. “Right to the left of her.” He stated. Approaching her left side, Aradia took in her wardrobe. “Are you visiting?” She questioned with a small smile. The femme could pick up on an almost serene sense of character. Though the young woman was guarded she always enjoyed being around the people who just seemed truly good to her. She always marveled and wondered how people could be carefree in a manner.

Grabbing the Draught of Peace she finally found she smiled. “Found it.”She looked over, stating to the other girl. “I’m Aradia by the way.”She introduced herself, not wanting to seem rude.

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With a smile, a hand went to the back of the brunettes hair as she said “Yeah, I guess you could say that.”

It hadn’t accrued to Anderson to change her clothes before she left and she probably looked a little disgruntled next to this woman’s beauty. Taking a quick up and down, she became very aware of her hair not having been brushed since she has been up and just how baggy her black shirt was hanging off of her shoulder. “I’m here for a few months, I’m kind of taking a long vacation from America.”

Anderson braced herself, unsure of how the woman would take the information. It had happened once or twice that the general public thought her an outsider because she had grown up, mostly, in North America. The accent of the woman, Aradia, was smooth as it left her lips much as her outfit was flawless.

“I’m Anderson,” she said offering a smile to her new friend. Peaking into the woman’s basket, she smiled a little longer. “Do you making a potion?”

purityconquers

@mydarkestghost

The wind stung cold against his cheeks, which appeared gaunt from his lack of care in any sense of the word. He barely ate, barely slept, and barely functioned outside of seeking business resources and drinking. Something had to give eventually, this way of life was not sustainable and had not been for the past seven years. The only people who knew were former death eaters, the ones who were left anyway. His mother had taken the whole thing quite well, but it had ruined his father. Completely crumbled his entire belief system. Before he had constantly been preaching “purity of blood” and calling for the end of muggle and magical relations and now his only son was a werewolf, turned to the most tainted form of creature at the hand of his father’s leader. He barely saw them anymore, they had moved to Bulgaria in an attempt to escape the ridicule after the war. Draco had stayed behind, inheriting the manor. As they moved toward it, he could feel the dread build in his chest at the thought of spending another night alone.

Draco almost hadn’t heard her, lost in his thoughts as he strode across the cobblestone path.

“Draco Malfoy,” he drawled after a moment. “And you? You didn’t go to Hogwarts did you?” He added after a moment, thoughtfully. He wondered how old she was, how she ended up in this part of the world. Obviously thought herself very capable, he wondered where she had studied.

The great iron gates were visible in the distance, Malfoy Manor was dark aside from the enchanted twinkling lights lining the path. “This is me,” he pointed, getting his wand ready so they could get through the magical barriers to enter the grounds.

mydarkestghost

@purityconquers

At the sound of his name, Anderson stumbled over her own footing. A Malfoy. Somehow she should have known; long, thin, pale. It wasn’t as though she had known a Malfoy personally until that very moment, but the reputations proceeded the family. Sebastian had told her many stories over the years about Draco and his antics at Hogwarts. Not many of them were shining him in the best light.

Unlike her brother, Anderson didn’t have the lovely accent that had won over so many women in the states when he would visit. “Ah, no.” A small silence followed as she took in the beauty of Malfoy Manor. Even in the barely lit moon light, she woman could sense the generations still breathing life into the grounds.

“I’m actually from America,” darting her eyes to the cold, dirt ground Anderson stopped in front of the iron gates.

It was always a fifty fifty what the reaction would be when someone was told she had come from the other side of the pond. Some people loved it, thought that she was worldly and interesting; these were the people she would avoid. Others would hate her for it; spit on the ground and say her family had betrayed their roots by leaving and that Anderson had no right to the name given to her at birth. These were who she avoided even more. The Greengrass family had made their name in the Wizarding World long before Anderson had ever been thought of and to have her mother leave the way she had.. well.. there was a reason she had changed their names back to Anderson.

“I’ve heard of the Malfoy’s, though..” allowing a small moment of silence, Anderson offered a weak smile to the man in front of her before opening the bottle of bourbon and taking a smooth gulp. “I wouldnt presume to judge you by your name before I know you for myself,” her small, thin hands offered Draco the bottle.

purityconquers

@mydarkestghost

America.

Draco let the idea move through his thoughts for a moment with a small tilt of his chin in response. He took the bottle from her, uncapping it and taking a quick drink.

“Never been,” he finally acknowledged, stepping back as the gate slowly swung open. “Ilvermorny then?” He continued up the walk, glancing to look at the woman beside him as he returned her bottle. “Do you have family here?”

Before the war he might have been more judgmental. He had heard rumors about the American school, generally negatively viewed by the purebloods as it was partially founded by a muggle. Now he had different things to worry about, blood purity no longer much of a factor.

“Come in,” he said as he took down the wards and opened the front door, gesturing for her to enter ahead of him. “I will get the money,” he said, “And a proper drink” He added as an afterthought.

Remnants of the effect of using Malfoy Manor as headquarters during the war littered the walls, parts of the house were entirely off limits still due to curses he still had not managed to lift. Even at 24, the magic was far too advanced for him to untangle and he had nearly lost a few limbs trying to lift them over the years. Draco mostly stuck to the foyer, the front room overlooking the garden and his bed chambers. Narcissa hated that he stayed here alone, she worried. He glanced to the side table to find his name written in her familiar scrawl along a letter, she sent them often, especially after the full moon.

He summoned the galleons from his robes pocket in his chambers, catching them from the air and offering them to her. Far more than he had probably drank, but he had dragged her all the way here, the least he could do.

“What is your drink?” He smirked to himself, considering that she probably asked people that nightly.

mydarkestghost

@purityconquers

Anderson let out a small sigh as she took the coins from his cold hands. With a meak smile she slid them into the back pocket of the small leather satchel that was wrapped around her waist. The long black cloth of her skirt touching the top of the boots she wore to give herself another inch of height.

“Ilvermorny,” she affirmed as her eyes were brought to the walls of the foyer. It was a huge manor, beautiful and classic, even though it looked a little worse for the wear now. A few holes in the walls, curtains torn, but there was a beauty that Anderson couldn’t deny about the ruins of history.

“I’m actually an old fashioned kind of person, myself.” It was an unusual drink for a girl, that was what she was always told. In America girls were known to drink the fruitier drinks, but the girl never really understood it. Chilled whiskey was at the soul of her roots and that’s what always warmed her heart about home.

“I’m Anderson by the way,” she said in a dreamy tone and looking back to the high ceiling, the large arches and doorways.

Quinn, really, she thought to herself as she turned to face Draco once more. Shedding the coat from her shoulders, Anderson wrapped it over her arm and then sent her finger through her hair. “I was in Thunderbird, the house of adventurers.”

purityconquers

@mydarkestghost

The wind stung cold against his cheeks, which appeared gaunt from his lack of care in any sense of the word. He barely ate, barely slept, and barely functioned outside of seeking business resources and drinking. Something had to give eventually, this way of life was not sustainable and had not been for the past seven years. The only people who knew were former death eaters, the ones who were left anyway. His mother had taken the whole thing quite well, but it had ruined his father. Completely crumbled his entire belief system. Before he had constantly been preaching “purity of blood” and calling for the end of muggle and magical relations and now his only son was a werewolf, turned to the most tainted form of creature at the hand of his father’s leader. He barely saw them anymore, they had moved to Bulgaria in an attempt to escape the ridicule after the war. Draco had stayed behind, inheriting the manor. As they moved toward it, he could feel the dread build in his chest at the thought of spending another night alone.

Draco almost hadn’t heard her, lost in his thoughts as he strode across the cobblestone path.

“Draco Malfoy,” he drawled after a moment. “And you? You didn’t go to Hogwarts did you?” He added after a moment, thoughtfully. He wondered how old she was, how she ended up in this part of the world. Obviously thought herself very capable, he wondered where she had studied.

The great iron gates were visible in the distance, Malfoy Manor was dark aside from the enchanted twinkling lights lining the path. “This is me,” he pointed, getting his wand ready so they could get through the magical barriers to enter the grounds.

mydarkestghost

@purityconquers

At the sound of his name, Anderson stumbled over her own footing. A Malfoy. Somehow she should have known; long, thin, pale. It wasn’t as though she had known a Malfoy personally until that very moment, but the reputations proceeded the family. Sebastian had told her many stories over the years about Draco and his antics at Hogwarts. Not many of them were shining him in the best light.

Unlike her brother, Anderson didn’t have the lovely accent that had won over so many women in the states when he would visit. “Ah, no.” A small silence followed as she took in the beauty of Malfoy Manor. Even in the barely lit moon light, she woman could sense the generations still breathing life into the grounds.

“I’m actually from America,” darting her eyes to the cold, dirt ground Anderson stopped in front of the iron gates.

It was always a fifty fifty what the reaction would be when someone was told she had come from the other side of the pond. Some people loved it, thought that she was worldly and interesting; these were the people she would avoid. Others would hate her for it; spit on the ground and say her family had betrayed their roots by leaving and that Anderson had no right to the name given to her at birth. These were who she avoided even more. The Greengrass family had made their name in the Wizarding World long before Anderson had ever been thought of and to have her mother leave the way she had.. well.. there was a reason she had changed their names back to Anderson.

“I’ve heard of the Malfoy’s, though..” allowing a small moment of silence, Anderson offered a weak smile to the man in front of her before opening the bottle of bourbon and taking a smooth gulp. “I wouldnt presume to judge you by your name before I know you for myself,” her small, thin hands offered Draco the bottle.

femmefatale-xox

“Ugh,” Anderson said as she stood looking out the window of her fathers manor. With a gust of air from her mouth, she blew away the bangs that had fallen into her eyesight and pushed her body from the wall she had been leaning against.

It had never been this boring before when she would come to visit. Maybe it was because it was her first time in the U.K. as an adult or maybe it was because her brother was working all weekend, but Anderson was going stir crazy. Maybe she could go to Diagon Ally. Just this once without Sebastian.

Normally her brother preferred to be with her when she went out into the wizard of world. Things were so different there than they were in America. It was a habit he had formed when she was young and would visit on Summer vacations. “Well, this isn’t a vacation”.

Turning on one foot, Anderson spun until she found her footing in an empty ally. She straightened her clothes clumsy and made her way to the cobblestone path. It was beautiful, people in all different colored cloaks and hats. She was obviously out of place in her mortal clothes but she didn’t care.

She made her way through the streets looking at everyone and the stores wondering where to go first in this new adventure.

femmefatale-xox

“We need more of your mother’s potion ma’am. She’s getting low..” The small house maiden spoke to Aradia in hushed tones. The tiny woman could hear her mother, muttering to herself about demons and angels again. “I’ll make sure I get some more on my way out. Keep her preoccupied in the meantime.” Aradia’s tone was sincere but the grim reality of her mother’s state hung heavy in the air. She couldn’t take long while she was out. Work pulled her in one way and her mother’s well being was deteriorating. Aradia didn’t know how much longer she would be able to balance the two without losing it herself. Normally, she was well composed on the outside. Inside? Well, she just didn’t talk about that. Ruby red locks swarmed around her as the wind pushed through the little alleyways. Heeled stilettos sounded on the cobblestone, her head pushed in pure determination to accomplish what she needed to do. Dipping into the small herb shop she grinned at the smell, soaking up the different aromas that hit her at once. If anything school taught her it was that potions, when properly executed could save or kill anyone and anything. “Madam Tasmin, I see you’re looking lovely as ever.” The small elf like owner called from behind the counter. “Yes, I needed some things for a tonic. I’ll help myself Henry.” She called out with a small polite grin. “Hope things are going well at the Ministry. I haven’t seen you in quite some time.” He called back to her. Green hues narrowed at the floor while she moved towards the back. She couldn’t stand small talk. Hearing bells at the door her eyes moved to follow the person entering.

mydarkestghost

@femmefatale-xox

It didn’t take long for Anderson to find a potions and herb shop. It send her heart fluttering as she bound through the doors.

“Welcome!” The creature said from behind the counter, moving towards her. “Is there anything you’re looking for in particular?”

Anderson waved her hand. “No, thanks. I’m really just looking around.”

The elf nodded and bowed before going back to his work. It always felt strange to Anderson, that people, well creatures, bowed to others. In America, there would be upheaval. Still, it was almost unnoticed by herself when she gave a small bow back to the elf.

The books were few and Anderson had already read most of them, but the ingredients were.. magnificent! With her wand, the small girl conjured up a small wicker basket and began looking through the bat wings and honey bee stingers. It was harder to find the old magic ways on America, the roots were all here, in the U.K. with the Celtic magic.

“Have you ever seen such an amazing assortment of potion ingredients in your life!?” her tone was excited and she was speaking to no one in particular but it brought her attention to the woman standing opposite on the isle.

With a small smile, Anderson lifted a hand to say ‘excuse me’ and continued to silently squeal over her good fortune.

purityconquers

It wasn’t like most nights.

Anderson stood behind the bar, wiping down liquor bottles as dishes washed themselves behind her in the sink. The only sound to be heard was the slight wheezing of the man sleeping heavily on the wooden counter. The quiet was unusual, normally there were arguments and glasses being thrown at the wall by this time of night.

It had been years of Anderson coming to work for the grouchy old man asleep upstairs, as far back as she could remember. Her brother Sebastian had introduced her to the owner back in her third year at Ilvermorny and in her fifth she began working the bar. Only during the summer when it was slower and it wouldn’t be noticed an almost fifteen year old was serving alcohol. The summer was when she came back home, to Scotland, to visit her brother and father that had stayed behind after her parents divorce.

Every time she returned the tavern had become a mess all over again. The windows glazed with some kind of mold, cobwebs everywhere, the tables always sticky from the whiskey the clientele often spilled or poured over other guests. The floor had a thick layer of dust that only seemed to be disrupted by shoes blowing the clouds around. Admittedly, it hadnt been hard work for the changes she had made. With a wave of her wand, the broom busted out of the cleaning closet and rags came bustling over to the tables to wipe them down to clean the mess of the day. The windows she cleaned once a month and even kept some of the cobwebs to leave the mystery alive for the old regulars who had been coming for years. This was a place Anderson loved, so much as to continue to work there now as a twenty two year old.

It was almost two by the time the lanky brunette began to blow the candles of the pub out. The smell always reminded Anderson of her childhood, blowing candles out when her parents checked on her during the night.

“Oi,” the brunette said, putting a soft hand on the shoulder of the man still sound asleep on the bar. “It’s time to go, we’ve closed.”

purityconquers

@mydarkestghost

The last full moon had done a number on him.

Despite drinking Wolfsbane Potion and retaining his human mind, roaming the grounds of Malfoy Manor in his wolf form all night made for a very exhausting next day. This was particularly true if one had business to attend to the next day, which he had. Draco had met up with some wizard, Kiernan something or other, to pick up rare alchemical manuscripts. The man had convinced him to step into a tavern to grab a drink and discuss some artefacts he was planning on picking up in a few weeks. A drink turned into six, as it often did for Draco these days.

He awoke with a start at the soft touch to his shoulder, whipping his head up and straightening his deep emerald blazer over his broad frame. Draco took a moment to run his hand through his messy pale hair in an attempt to look slightly more presentable before using his thumb and pointer finger to ensure he had not accidentally drooled in his sleep.

“What time is it?” He asked the girl who had awoken him, glancing at the empty drink resting by his left hand. The ice had melted and left a thin sliver of water at the bottom of the cup, which he quickly lifted to his mouth to calm the coarseness in his throat. His head was pounding, slow echoes in his ears as he readjusted to his current reality. Kiernan had disappeared he noticed, Draco wondered when the fuck he had fallen asleep and if anyone had seen him.

mydarkestghost

@purityconquers

His sudden movements startled Anderson slightly, she pulled her hand back quickly and adjusted the brown coat that covered her. The man straightened himself more steadily than she had seen men with as much to drink as he, she took the opportunity to look him over.

Tall. Thin. Pale. Hair so blond that it was almost white. His eyes were sunken and tired looking. When he took the moment to drink the melted ice water, the slim figured woman took a step backwards towards the door.

“Just about two,” her voice was strong, even if he toward over her by a foot.

Anderson had been the only bartender all night, she had seen the man that had fed him drinks all night. It was never any of her business what the guests said or how much they drank, most would apperate back to their houses without even a stumble, but there had bee something..

“I think your friend stole something from your pocket,” Anderson scratcher her head just above her ear before pushing the brown locks behind it. “I was turned around but I saw him messing with your coat in the mirror” she said Pointing to the mirror that covered the whole back wall of the bar.

purityconquers

@mydarkestghost

Two! Fuck. He had been sleeping there for a few hours then.

Draco patted his breast pocket, then quickly reached for the right side where his hand was met with nothing but silky smooth fabric. “Fucking asshole,” he growled, his hands balled into fists and he resisted the urge to slam one on the bar top. Not only had Keirnan swiped a fair amount of galleons, but the dickhead had left with the papers he had originally met with him to get. He felt around his pants pocket to make sure his wand was still there and felt some relief when he touched the wood against his fingertips.

‘This is what I get for trusting someone I met through Theodore fucking Nott,’ he thought to himself, making a mental note to seek revenge in the very near future.

“What time did he leave then?” He asked, his tone darkening as he felt rage bubbling inside him. His mouth tasted stale, like aged whiskey. He made a face.

“I can honestly say this has never happened to me, but I haven’t got anything to pay with,” he said gesturing to his empty glass, letting out a sigh of air he had not realized he had been holding in. “Come back to the mansion with me. I can double it,” the words sounded firm like a command, but he had meant it as more of a suggestion.

He took a moment to consider the girl before him, trying to place her accent. Draco had noticed her earlier in the night when she had taken their order and refilled their drinks. Keirnan had said something disgusting about her but Draco had been so focused on business that he had not really taken the time to give her a good look. She was good looking, about his age. He was curious.

“Promise not to murder you,” he said with a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

mydarkestghost

@purityconquers

Anderson felt badly, maybe she should have woken him up or cut him off when he started looking drowsy. Normally it wasn’t something she worried about in the magical world. It had been a while since she had been back in the world, though. Perhaps she should have been more careful. When he searched his pockets, she was already holding her hands up “Dont worry about it, man.”

The woman let out a small snort at the ‘suggestion’ of following a stranger back to his house. In the middle of the night. No matter how nicely he was dressed and shaven, she had heard too many stories growing up of men capturing women in the middle of the night. “Look, honestly, don’t worry.”

It was a strange feeling, though. He didn’t seem like the type to fall asleep in a bar.. and to think of it the man had drank just as much and left in a somewhat decent state.. but that wasn’t her business.. the tiredness in his eyes, not just the dark circles that seemed to be staining his pale skin, but the sadness that seemed to be lurking far behind.. but that wasn’t her business, either.

“Maybe I should walk you home,” though she was slim, Anderson was better than nothing should something happen to him. If he was being pickpocketed there was a chance he was involved with some less than reputable characters, and she wouldn’t be able to sleep not knowing if he had made it alright.

Closing the distance between her and the bar, the petite female lifted herself to her tippy toes and grabbed a bottle from the opposite. Taking his cup and filling it a third of the way, she choked down the bourbon in one gulp. “If you do kill me,” her thin fingers held the glass out to the stranger, now filled again to a third “Just make it fast.”

A small smile and she put the lid back on the bottle and slid it into the pocket of her coat.

purityconquers

It wasn’t like most nights.

Anderson stood behind the bar, wiping down liquor bottles as dishes washed themselves behind her in the sink. The only sound to be heard was the slight wheezing of the man sleeping heavily on the wooden counter. The quiet was unusual, normally there were arguments and glasses being thrown at the wall by this time of night.

It had been years of Anderson coming to work for the grouchy old man asleep upstairs, as far back as she could remember. Her brother Sebastian had introduced her to the owner back in her third year at Ilvermorny and in her fifth she began working the bar. Only during the summer when it was slower and it wouldn’t be noticed an almost fifteen year old was serving alcohol. The summer was when she came back home, to Scotland, to visit her brother and father that had stayed behind after her parents divorce.

Every time she returned the tavern had become a mess all over again. The windows glazed with some kind of mold, cobwebs everywhere, the tables always sticky from the whiskey the clientele often spilled or poured over other guests. The floor had a thick layer of dust that only seemed to be disrupted by shoes blowing the clouds around. Admittedly, it hadnt been hard work for the changes she had made. With a wave of her wand, the broom busted out of the cleaning closet and rags came bustling over to the tables to wipe them down to clean the mess of the day. The windows she cleaned once a month and even kept some of the cobwebs to leave the mystery alive for the old regulars who had been coming for years. This was a place Anderson loved, so much as to continue to work there now as a twenty two year old.

It was almost two by the time the lanky brunette began to blow the candles of the pub out. The smell always reminded Anderson of her childhood, blowing candles out when her parents checked on her during the night.

“Oi,” the brunette said, putting a soft hand on the shoulder of the man still sound asleep on the bar. “It’s time to go, we’ve closed.”

purityconquers

@mydarkestghost

The last full moon had done a number on him.

Despite drinking Wolfsbane Potion and retaining his human mind, roaming the grounds of Malfoy Manor in his wolf form all night made for a very exhausting next day. This was particularly true if one had business to attend to the next day, which he had. Draco had met up with some wizard, Kiernan something or other, to pick up rare alchemical manuscripts. The man had convinced him to step into a tavern to grab a drink and discuss some artefacts he was planning on picking up in a few weeks. A drink turned into six, as it often did for Draco these days.

He awoke with a start at the soft touch to his shoulder, whipping his head up and straightening his deep emerald blazer over his broad frame. Draco took a moment to run his hand through his messy pale hair in an attempt to look slightly more presentable before using his thumb and pointer finger to ensure he had not accidentally drooled in his sleep.

“What time is it?” He asked the girl who had awoken him, glancing at the empty drink resting by his left hand. The ice had melted and left a thin sliver of water at the bottom of the cup, which he quickly lifted to his mouth to calm the coarseness in his throat. His head was pounding, slow echoes in his ears as he readjusted to his current reality. Kiernan had disappeared he noticed, Draco wondered when the fuck he had fallen asleep and if anyone had seen him.

mydarkestghost

@purityconquers

His sudden movements startled Anderson slightly, she pulled her hand back quickly and adjusted the brown coat that covered her. The man straightened himself more steadily than she had seen men with as much to drink as he, she took the opportunity to look him over.

Tall. Thin. Pale. Hair so blond that it was almost white. His eyes were sunken and tired looking. When he took the moment to drink the melted ice water, the slim figured woman took a step backwards towards the door.

“Just about two,” her voice was strong, even if he toward over her by a foot.

Anderson had been the only bartender all night, she had seen the man that had fed him drinks all night. It was never any of her business what the guests said or how much they drank, most would apperate back to their houses without even a stumble, but there had bee something..

“I think your friend stole something from your pocket,” Anderson scratcher her head just above her ear before pushing the brown locks behind it. “I was turned around but I saw him messing with your coat in the mirror” she said Pointing to the mirror that covered the whole back wall of the bar.

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i see too little of Oliver Wood on my dash so i’m changing that ↳7-10/100

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This is an Indie HP Sirius Black blog that’s looking for some interaction. I’m open to crossovers and OC’s alike, so if you don’t mind rping with an HP blog do you mind linking and/or reblogging?

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Please reblog if you are okay with random starters, pre-established relationships and responses to ask memes. I need some new people to bug with starters & what nots.

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Flowers at platform 9¾ for Alan Rickman.

balthazarburke

@mydarkestghost

Balthazar woke in a cold sweat, his body felt slimy against the silk of his sheets as he sat upright looking around wildly. He was gasping for air, trying to force himself to calm down and snap back into reality. He was used to having bad dreams. Ever since the war he rarely had a night where he didn’t have nightmares. Usually he saw images of death eaters in long black cloaks and porcelain white masks. Sometimes it would be dreams about the battle of Hogwarts. And on the worst nights he would see Lord Voldemort himself. But this one, this one had been different. It had been a reflection of his more personal loss.

He slid out of bed and slipped his shirt, which was drenched in sweat, over his head. He could feel a wave of nausea rush over him as he stumbled through the dark and grabbed his wand from the dresser. He uttered a soft ‘Lumos’ watching the end of it produce a weak light. He crept toward the window that had a view of under the lake. The sight was somewhat calming, his jagged breathing was slowly growing steady again.

He glanced around, only then realizing that he was completely alone in the dormitories. He let out a sigh, pushing his hands through his dark curls before crossing the room to his trunk. Balthazar lifted his robes to his nose with one hand, breathing in the stench of formaldehyde, mixed with another unknown chemical. That was the issue with living behind the shop, his entire wardrobe stank of it until about a month into school. He shrugged into it anyway, squirting a few sprays of the cologne his mother had bought him for his birthday.

The common room appears to be deserted when he finally emerges from the dormitories. Balthazar tugged a folded piece of parchment from his robes, glancing down at his timetable. Classes had been temporarily replaced and instead students were assigned different areas to assist with renovations. It looked like he was out in the courtyard, which had definitely seen better days if he remembered correctly.

Instead of heading to breakfast, he made his way immediately to the courtyard. The morning air was crisp, burning his throat in a way that reminded him of the days over the summer that he spent lounging lazily in the weak England sun, smoking too many cigarettes.

There were a few people already there when he arrived, and he immediately made his way to Professor Sprout who appeared to be in charge of this particular area.

“Where do you want me?” He asked, not bothering to wait for her to finish her conversation with another student.

“Ah, Mr. Burke. You can head over there and help her.” She lifted a finger to the far corner, only appearing to be mildly irritated. He glanced that way, observing a girl in the far corner. He nodded once to convey his understanding before heading her way.

“Hey.”

mydarkestghost

Anderson woke with a fright.

The memories of being back at Hogwarts had been replaying in her mind all night. Hand on her chest, heart beating heavy, Anderson pushed the hot covers from her sweating body. With one look around the room, she could tell that the other girls had cleared out long before. Thank God, Anderson thought as slowly she moved across the cold stone floor, her feet protected by black, fur slippers. Pulling open the trunk at the end of her four poster bed, the girl smiled as the scent of home filled her senses. In moments, Anderson had slipped into her robes; tie slightly askew and shirt un-tucked. Rummaging again through the trunk, she found a small mirror and a black bag of make up products. Thankfully, Anderson had been born with a star like complexion and never applied more than some mascara and lip gloss to her tanned skin. Standing, the girl slipped into her school shoes and flipped her hair over, running her fingers threw it a few times and counting it as a proper brushing.

First class was to be held in the Courtyard, the thought of it alone sent shivers down Anderson’s spine. As she walked through the halls, the ruins of what once was her great school sent a sinking feeling down to her stomach. Anderson’s hands felt every chip in the staircase, she tripped over a few stray bricks and watched students and teachers alike try to put this once masterpiece of craftsmanship back together.

The weather was getting colder as the wind swirled around Anderson, making her shiver slightly. The professor had assigned her to the left quadrent of the courtyard, thankfully few students had returned to Hogwarts after the war and she was allowed to work alone.

Anderson had been by herself in the corner, staring at the wreckage. The memories of that night ran threw her head, how scared she felt. The male voice brought her back to life. Turning to face him, Anderson nodded in hello.

“I’m not really sure where to start, to be honest. I think she’s got some unrealistic expectations of some school kids.”

balthazarburke

“Can’t handle a few levitating spells and some lifting?” Balthazar snorted, raising a brow. He glanced to his right, spotting a wheelbarrow not too far off and quickly navigated toward it. With a swift push, the wheels rolled back toward where the girl stood. “If we just move it into this, we can-“ His voice hitched as he pushed the cart over a large crack in the cobblestone. “We can hopefully just break it down and dump it over the bridge or something.”

He placed his hands on his hips, glancing around the area as if calculating where to begin. “Some of this could probably be used again. So we make two piles. Rubbish and Reusable.” He dropped his hands, looking her way once more. He took a moment to actually observe her, recognizing the darkness under her eyes, the slight wrinkle of her skin there. He bore the same marks, his probably far more pronounced. He knew that look, the one of troubled sleep.

“You alright?” Balthazar asked, huffing as he bent down to pick up a rather large piece of one of the columns that had previously supported this side of the hallway. He heaved it into the bin. “Not that I give a shit. But I don’t need my partner holding me back. Gotta pull our own weight around here,” He offered a grin, hoping that would convey that he was joking. Poking fun. He wasn’t very good at making that clear.

He got hit a lot because of it, actually.

mydarkestghost

“I’m fine.” The words fumbled threw her lips before Anderson had even comprehended what the boy had said. The automatic response caused the girl’s light brown eyes to glaze over, afraid of the feelings and the sleepless nights. It lasted for the smallest moment before a smile replaced the stare and Anderson moved into position with her wand at the ready. A large piece of stone lifted into the air silently, a trick Anderson had recently learned over the summer. Moving it easily to the other side of the yard, she started the reusable pile for the day. The space where the beam had once been was dusty and filled with small stones, but the overall aesthetic looked slightly better. “I think it would be best to move the bigger pieces first.” At the very least, it would look like they had done a lot more work than they actually had. With the same sweet smile, the girl looked at the stone she had just moved. “I would say that’s ten points,” with a glance over the the wheelbarrow, Anderson scrunched her face. “I would say yours is seven and that’s being generous.”

Turning to face a large pile of rubble, the smile stay plastered on Anderson’s face.

balthazarburke

Balthazar considered using his wand, he was perfectly capable of doing a simple levitation charm. But he liked the burn, the stretch of his muscles under his skin as he worked. He liked the sweat that built up around his hairline, matting his unruly curls to his forehead. He liked how the cold air felt against the slickness of his skin. Manual labor was something he had grown used to, unable to use magic in the shop to do anything since he was still technically a minor in the eyes of the Wizarding Law.

“If I had known we were keeping score I would have chosen my piece more wisely,” he huffed with a playful roll of his eyes as he selected a larger chunk and carried it to his pile. She looked pretty satisfied with herself after that and he allowed her to have it. He didn’t normally allow anyone that privilege, to have something at his expense. But he was tired, she was tired. And she was sort of pretty.

They worked in silence, idle chatter from most of the other students who had shown up providing a background noise. Balthazar knew it was getting to be lunch, his stomach had begun to cramp from hunger. Skipping breakfast probably wasn’t his brightest choice, especially not when he made the decision to lift things.

“How come we’ve never talked before?” He asked as he dropped one last piece into the wheelbarrow, filling it completely. “Hell, I don’t even think I know your name.”

mydarkestghost

Anderson had been using her wand most of the time, but towards the end she had been persuaded into using her own two hands. The burning of her muscles were nothing new, every summer her family would get together and play Quittitch together. At one point Anderson even wanted to go out for a chaser position on the Slytherin house team, but once You-Know-Who began to come to power everything began to fall apart.

The question the boy raised was defiantly a fair one. Of course Anderson wouldn't admit that she had tried speaking with him, only one time. In her third year, the boy had sat down next to her to eat lunch. Anderson hardly remembered the beginning to the conversation that they never had, but the boy had ignored her. Anderson's heart hadn't been broken, though her ego took a slight bruising.

"Im not friendly," Anderson looked over to the others, who were putting their wands away and heading towards the castle. The tone she used made it sound like a joke, but the truth was that Anderson didn't have too many friends. Being a pure blood in Slytherin wasn't anything to be envied in these times.

"I'm only in my fifth year, I'm pretty sure that you're older than I am." pretty sure? Try defiantly sure. Anderson's small group of friends had all but mocked her feeble attempt at awkwardly seducing the strapping young man that stand before her now, mostly because she was barely on the social radar and he had been an upperclassman.