𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈

ANDROMEDA BLACK, FRANK LONGBOTTOM & MARY MACDONALD, adored by daisy.

[noctemes]

NOCTEMES  :  a  dependent  ANDROMEDA BLACK, FRANK LONGBOTTOM & MARY MACDONALD  for  petrifyhq adored  by  daisy  (  she  /  her  ).

andromeda black,    introduction. statistics. threads. musings.

frank longbottom,     introduction. statistics. threads. musings.

mary macdonald,     introduction. statistics. threads. musings.

[ofprxphecies-deactivated2023101]

where: slughorn’s masque who: alice & OPEN

a l i c e !

“mm, okay, is it just me or does this punch taste…” she trailed off, thinking of the right word. however, instead of finishing the sentence, she took another sip. “spicy? smokey? something with an s maybe?” she mused. it would be clear to most that this wasn’t her first glass of punch. what wasn’t clear was whether she knew it was spiked. she licked her lips. “hear, taste it. help me out,” she asked, holding her glass out to the person she’d accosted for this conversation. a smile settled on her lips, an expectant expression on her face. “usually it’s, well, sub-par. let’s be honest. whoever normally makes the punch is not a drink connoisseur,”

[noctemes]

" c'mon, alice. i thought you knew better than to drink the punch at these things. the creator never makes it bearing good intentions in mind, i can tell you that. " frank considered alice to be the more level-headed and logical of the two of them, but it was a party after all. he was the one who didn't indulge in any fun in these situations. in the traditional sense, at least. still, he decides to play along, accepting the cup from her. " i think sour is more like it. " he decides after a small sip, returning the cup. " has a nasty after taste. "

immy !!

        immy  didn’t  recognize  him   .  at  least  not  yet   .  in  retrospect   ,   this  could  have  been  for  a  variety  of  reasons   ,   like  his  costume  was  perfect  at  masking  his  identity  or  her  mind  simply  refused  to  believe  he  would  have  the  guts  to  approach  her  .   whatever  the  logic   ,   immy  was  rarely  ever  rude  without  a  reason   ,   so  she  smiled   .   “  i  love  that  word   .  tosser  .  ”   she  mimicked  him   ,   a  playful  spark  in  her  eyes  as  she  took  another  sip  of  her  drink   .   “  is  that  normally  what  men  do  when  they’re  rejected   ?   cry  to  their  friends   ?   ”   with  a  click  of  her  tongue  against  the  roof  of  her  mouth   ,   she  raised  her  hand  in  a  silent  apology   .   “   for  purely  research  purposes   ,   i  swear  .  i’m  taking  a  survey  .   ”

he nearly breathes out a sigh of relief, but only after he chides himself for getting in this situation in the first place. it was almost worse now --- part of him just hoped she would recognize him, they would have it out and then it would be done. now he was stuck pretending like he wasn't an asshole. " it tends to get the job done. " frank laments, bringing his cup of water up to his lips and taking the tiniest of sips. " more or less, not speaking from personal experience of course. " it feels too easy, to stand there and joke with her like nothing had changed. maybe he truly was no better than the guy he'd just been poking fun at. " i can't be sharing insider secrets like that, you know. it's strictly confidential business. "

[noctemes]

frgttnx​:

rabastan !!

     rabastan  lestrange  had  frequently  been  compared  to  a  wraith          silent  and  donning  an  aura  of  death  .   he  was  ,   after  all   ,   blessed  with  a  solid  combination  of  porcelain  skin   ,   raven  black  hair  ,   and  impressively  dark  circles  beneath  the  eyes   .   he  always  thought  the  comparison  was  a  bit  dramatic   ,   but  at  the  same  time   …    he  could  understand  .    but  even  then   ,   with  his  reputation  considered   ,   he  figured  her  confusion  at  his  sudden  appearance  had  more  to  do  with  alcohol  than  his  silent  demeanor  .   “  well  if  you  swear  it   ,   ”   his  voice  trailed  off    .   a  ghost  of  a  smile  forming  as  he  casually  tilted  his  head  .   “   imagine  that   .   magic  in  a  magic  school   .   tell  me   ,  did  i  take  your  spot   ?  ”   

“  it  wasn’t  mine... yet. ”  she  admits,  though  she  had  all  but  written  her  name  across  the  wall  in  her  mind. and  andromeda  almost  always  got  what  she  wanted. it  was  practically  her  birth-right,  guaranteed  by  her  family  name. whether  that  was  a  good  or  bad  thing  yet,  she  wasn’t  sure  yet. company  was  not  something  she  had  been  anticipating,  but  she  could  re-calibrate. she  could  be  flexible. “  but  i’d  be  willing  to  share,  as  long  as  you’re  not  as  boring  as  this  party  is.”  it’s  not  a  thought  she  would  typically  disclose,  but  she  seems  to  be  a  bit  of  a  loose  canon  tonight. “there’s  enough  space  for  the  two  of  us. ”  her  palm  gently  pats  the  old  stone,  an  invitation. 

[ofcommonrooms]

teetering on her sky-high shoes, narcissa navigated the crowded room easily. chin held high, she took a small sip of her champagne - dainty, girly, appropriate. druella would be so proud. and what was narcissa if not a revolving door of actions that would make her mother proud? beaming at the person approaching her, she slid a few of her loose hairs over her shoulder. "alright, alright, what do you smell?," she asked, giggling as she realized the question might not make much sense without an ounce of context. "the pearls! i had them soaked in amortentia - aphrodite!," she gushed, gesturing to herself. "so - what does it smell like to you?"

[noctemes]

when she found her sister in the crowd, she certainly hadn’t been expecting to be questioned about amortentia upon arrival. “ hm ? oh —” normally wouldn’t go around sharing all her secrets at the drop of the hat, but for narcissa, she would make an exception. she casts a hesitant glance around their surroundings, assessing for risk. upon the conclusion that it really was just the two of them within earshot, andromeda allows herself to take a hesitant sniff of the necklace. “it smells, smoky ? there’s a hint of lavender there, as well. ” she leans in closer, brows furrowed in concentration. “ and then there’s this strange one . . it’s like the way the gardens smell after it’s just rained. ” the last one seems especially perplexing to her, but she shakes off the feeling. “ your turn now. ”

[noctemes]

ofphyrric​:

bellatrix !

bellatrix didn’t want to come to the masque, but you can’t always get what you want. 

yes, it was a waste of time. no, there wasn’t anyone new to meet (she already knew everyone worth knowing at hogwarts, of course). but even bella wasn’t unmoved by the giddiness of girls getting ready, the clouds of tulle and hairspray and snuck-in firewhiskey in the dormitories before. she even gave a self-satisfied grin when she caught a glimpse of herself and her sisters in a mirror on the way over- head and shoulders above the rest. just as they should be. 

she’d found a spot at the top of the stairs with a good vantage point to examine the room. with her feathered dress, she probably looked like a vulture circling for prey. “well, not i suppose not everyone is suited for formalwear.”

andromeda  found  herself  already  becoming  bored  —  the  urge  to  return  to  old  habits  and  disappear  back  into  the  dormitories  emerged  stronger  than  ever.  but  she  had  promised  herself  she’d  stay  at  least  a  couple  hours  which  is  how  she  finds  herself  taking  a  seat  next  to  her  older  sister.  her  large  skirt  balloons  over  the  lower  half  of  her  body  and  she  attempts  to  at  least  adjust  it,  pulling  it  closer  to  her  figure. “  it’s  more  like  people  don’t  know  how  to  dress  in  a  way  that’s  flattering  to  their  themselves.  much  of  these  walking  catastrophes  could  be  fixed  if  they  at  least  had  a  good  eye. ”  with  bellatrix,  she  knows  she  can  speak  freely.  and  at  least  with  the  masks  on,  they  could  judge  other  people  and  not  be  so  obvious  about  it.

[noctemes]

frgttnx​:

immy !!

      “   i’m  in  a  perpetual  state  of  disappointment   ,   ”   immy  mused  as  she  lifted  a  drink  to  her  lips    .   “    i  wouldn’t  take  it  personally  .   ”   the  young  witch  had  a  penchant  for  business   ;   it  was  practically  an  extension  of  herself  .  she  was  gifted   ,   smart   ,   and  funny  (  or  so  she  liked  to  think   )  .  she  had  strong  opinions  about  war   ,   foreign  trade  and  policies  ,  and  history  .   but  this  man   ?   the  one  who  zeroed  in  on  her  within  minutes  of  her  arrival    ?    well   ,  he  had  strong  opinions  about  himself   .   and  apparently   ,     he  also  had  strong  opinions  about  her         this  made  obvious  by  the  whispered  ‘   bitch   ’  that  slipped  from  his  lips  as  he  walked  off   .   with  a  breathless  laugh  ,   immy  shook  her  head  and  took  another  sip   .

“  trust  me,  i  know. ”  the  comment  isn’t  meant  to  be  snarky,  more  a  reflection  of  the  truth. or  at  least,  his  version  of  the  truth. even  though  their  identities  were  concealed,  it  was  hard  not  to  recognize  her.  the  gryffindor  still  remembered  her  better  than  he’d  like  to  admit. and  while  frank  did  his  best  to  steer  clear  of  immy  most  of  the  time,  fate  seemed  to  push  them  together  that  evening.  he  could  only  hope  that  she  didn’t  recognize  him  in  return. “  bit  of  a  tosser,  anyway  —  i’m  sure  he’s  off  to  cry  to  all  of  his  mates  about  it. ”  he  nods  in  the  direction  of  the  retreating  man,  shoulders  lifting  in  a  shrug. not  that  she  needed  his  validation,  but  it  felt  warranted.  even  if  he  might  be  internally  cursing  himself  for  it.

[noctemes]

transfigvred​:

               “  i  wouldn’t  go  in  there  at  the  MOMENT ,  ”  emma  spoke  up  ,  hardly  bothering  to  glance  at  the  person  who  was  about  to  enter  the  washroom  by  the  punch  bowl  she  was  currently  ladling  herself  a  cup  of  .“  unless  you’re  trying  to  see  a  pirate  FAIL  to  satisfy  a  ‘sexy  ’  house  elf  ,  then  by  all  means  ,  be  my  guest.  i  must  confess  ,  i  AM  curious  to  know  whether  the  masks  stayed  on,  ”  she  mused  ,  pulling  a  tiny  crystal  flask  from  where  it  had  been  tucked  against  her  thigh  and  adding  a  generous  ,  strong-smelling  helping  to  her  cup  before  taking  a  drink  .

“  jeez,  thanks  for  an  image  i’ll  never  be  able  to  get  out  of  my  head  now. ”  frank  cringes,  somewhat  dramatically,  as  he  finds  a  place  to  lean  against  the  nearest  wall. his  cup,  which  was  precariously  full,  remains  idle  in  his  hands. he  shifts  to  face  emma,  obviously  still  haunted  by  the  thought  of  the  possible  events  occurring  behind  the  washroom  doors. “  you  know,  i’m  not  sure  how  a  sexy  house  elf  costume  could  manage  to  turn  anyone  on,  but  to each their own  i  guess. ”  he  muses,  intrigue  flashing  across  his  features. 

[derangedrhythms]

turbulent moon-ridden girl

Denise Levertov, O Taste and See; from 'The Disclosure'

[noctemes]

opasnosts​:

brown hues took in the masquerade before them. she had to admit, even if slughorn could be a bit of a pompous arse, he knew how to throw a ball. everything shined,twirled and spun perfectly. it was almost eerie, too perfect.the witch was never interested in such ideal things. it made her skin crawl.

the brunette walked about as she kept taking everything in, lily had said an hour. she could do that, though what could she do to pass the time?  her eyes landed on the overflowing options of beverages. oh, maybe this could be fun.

“  i  don’t  know  why  i’m  surprised  to  find  you  here  already. ”  mary  exclaims,  draping  one  of  her  arms  around  her  friend’s  shoulder  with  a  giggle. her  own  cup  is  already  filled  to  the  brim  with  the  punch,  though  she’d  taken  her  liberty  to  add  her  own  embellishments. “  don’t  try  whatever  the  blue  one  is,  it  tastes  like  absolute  rubbish. ”  the  memory  of  it  is  enough  to  produce  a  reaction,  nose  scrunching  up  in  disgust. “  i  haven’t  tried  anything  else,  though. ”

[noctemes]

ofphyrric​:

lily !

her dress was too tight, her shoes were too tall, her hair pulled back too tightly. she couldn’t stop fidgeting with her mask. as badly as lily wanted to enjoy the masque, every fiber of her body was screaming to remind her she did not belong. 

fighting the urge to swipe a bottle of something strong and go back to bed, she found herself watching one of the performed scenes with a bit too much intensity. “it’s rather gory for a children’s story, isn’t it?”

the  reenactment  was  a  little  too  much  for  mary  to  follow,  especially  after  the  couple  beverages  she’d  already  consumed. her  head  feels  light  as  she  turns  to  face  her  friend,  features  suddenly  scrunched  up  in  thought. “  i  can’t  think  about  it  too  hard,  or  else  i’ll  fall  into  the  spiral  that  ends  with  me  realizing  that  my  entire  childhood  was  a  lie. ”  she  admits,  the  words  falling  from  her  mouth  in  a  rush. “  so  unless  we  want  to  go  down  that  rabbit  hole  . . .  ”

[noctemes]

frgttnx​:

rabastan !!

       rabastan  appeared  to  materialize  from  the  shadows   ,   a  halfway-filled  scotch  glass  somehow  already  in  his  grasp   .   the  professors  were  unbothered  by  this  act  of  defiance  because  the  alcohol  was  charmed  to  mirror  that  of  their  very  own  punch   .   he  was  sneaky   ;   not  a  snake   ,   but  a  man   ,   though  much  smarter  in  his  not  so  humble  opinion   .    his  slight  addiction  to  booze  aside  ,   rabastan  had  very  little  reason  to  be  sad  that  evening   .   he  considered  the  anonymity  a  drug   ,   and  he  was  high  off  of  it   .  as  a  result   ,   the  edges  of  his  lips  curled  upward  in  a  subtle  smile  as  he  glanced  around   ,   shoulder  nonchalantly  resting  against  a  wall   .

andromeda  had  never  been  much  of  a  drinker  at  social  events,  something  mainly  driven  by  the  fear  of  losing  too  much  control  of  herself.  she’d  always  preferred  to  nurse  and  sip  the  same  drink  the  entire  night. . .  but  tonight  was  different.  when  one  of  her  peers  spiked  her  drink  with  a  honeyed  liquid,  she  didn’t  say  no.  and  when  it  happened  again  awhile  later,  she  also  didn’t  object.  which  led  her  to  her  current  predicament  —  the  realization  that  the  spot  she’d  been  eyeing  for  the  past  half  hour  was  suddenly  taken.  in  any  other  setting,  she  would  have  retreated  immediately.  but  she  was  feeling  brave  tonight,  evidence  of  her  clear  lapse  of  judgement.  “  i  swear  you  weren’t  here  like,  five  seconds  ago. ”  andromeda  says  as  way  of  greeting  as  she  approaches.  though  she  is  slightly  buzzed,  she’s  managing  to  carry  herself  fairly  well,  her  voice  calm  and  even.

[midsommars-deactivated20201109]

[metamorphesque]

green, green is my sister’s house | Mary Oliver

[noctemes]

polyjuicexpotion·:

The sun was out and the weather was cool, not cold, not hot, perfect in her opinion. She had decided to take advantage of this and go hang out with the thestrals. She liked to ride them before their meals, but when it got too cold she wouldn’t be able to come out here nearly as much. Now she was sitting on the back of one with a book laid across her lap. To the average eye, it looked like she was simply levitating but she wasn’t…  She could hear the footsteps coming from behind, but she didn’t even look up. Not until they were close enough that the thestral had looked up. “I wouldn’t step there if I were you. Markus can be very temperamental and he does bite…” She said simply, not actually looking to see who the person was that had approached. 

in  an  attempt  to  get  some  fresh  air  and  enjoy  the  afternoon  sunshine,  frank  found  himself  taking  a  brisk  stroll  around  the  grounds. all  he  really  wanted  to  do  was  take  a  nap,  but  he  had  an  essay  he  desperately  needed  to  finish  and  the  rational  part  of  himself  (  which  opted  to  make  an  appearance  for  once  )  knew  a  walk  might  do  him  some  good. though  he  didn’t  entirely  expect  to  see  someone  floating  in  the  middle  of  the  air,  but  then  again,  it  wasn’t  the  craziest  thing  he  had  ever  seen. “  where  exactly  should  i  be  stepping  then  ?  ”  frank  stuffs  his  hands  in  his  pockets,  an  attempt  to  look  as  nonchalant  as  possible. “  wouldn’t  want  to  piss  markus  off,  y’know. ”

[noctemes]

ofcrescentnights·:

“i swear if i cannot be calm in the great hall without having to stick by garden rumors, i will loose it one of these days.” amos says taking a long sip of his boiling tea. “so are you coming with me too see what the issue is or not? i still get awkward with these things.” amos says a bit truthfully with a shrug

“  i  have  no  idea  what  you’re  talking  about  ---  ”  mary  starts,  absentmindedly  tracing  the  rim  of  her  mug  with  her  index  finger. “  but  it  sounds  interesting  enough,  so  i’m  totally  down. i  was  getting  bored  just  sitting  here,  anyway. ”

[noctemes]

ofphyrric·:

-

“i’d like to see them try,” she rolled her eyes dismissively, snatching the letter back and tearing it definitively in half. “she can talk about marrying me off all she likes but we’re both well aware there’s nothing she could do to make me.” even a strong will could be broken, and druella black was certainly up to the task, but bella was not simply stubborn. she was immovable. “she can accio all she likes but i don’t think it’ll work from all the way over here,” she crowed, showing her sister her new necklace that looked all too familiar. “don’t look at me like that- it’s all ours anyways. or it will be one day. same enough.” 

andromeda  presses  her  lips  together,  attempting  to  control  the  slight  panic  coursing  through  her. if  their  mother  was  trying  to  push  a  betrothal  onto  bellatrix. . . that  could  only  mean  hers  wasn’t  too  far  off  in  the  future. and  the  thought  alone  terrified  her. “  i’m  sure  she’s  just  scheming,  as  per  usual. maybe  she’s  just  trying  to  get  a  rise  out  of  you. you  know  how  she  can  be  sometimes. ”  she  pauses,  shifting  closer  to  inspect  the  necklace. “  i  thought  you  said  you  wouldn’t  wear  anything  of  hers.”  brows  raise  in  question  before  she  shrugs. “  suits  you,  though. ”