“You haven’t got a letter on yours,” George observed, “I suppose she thinks you don’t forget your name. But we’re not stupid – we know we’re called Gred and Forge.”
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“You haven’t got a letter on yours,” George observed, “I suppose she thinks you don’t forget your name. But we’re not stupid – we know we’re called Gred and Forge.”
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My kink is husbands & wives who are still portrayed as very much in love with each other, because even after years of commitment and kids, they still talk to each other, go on fun random adventures and try new things. No resentment. No portrayal of marriage as a chore. Just actual love.
“listen ! i’m only saying because it’s true. that’s proper boring, lov.” she utilizes all manner of slang and phraseology when talking to lucius ; she hopes that it annoys him. when narcissa is around, she speaks just as formally as any other. her dirty common tongue is reserved only for slathering on things that are too clean and plush for her to bare. “you’re a right weirdo, talking like that about a bird.”
Lucius frowns slightly, his silver brows furrowing, and he purses his lips tighty. He feels exposed, and as a result of his own folly, to be sure.
“It’s as yet a hatchling,”
He speaks very softly, reminded all at once of how small Draco had been in his arms, when he had just been born.
“A better bred creature than S O M E.”
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“. . . not being funny lov, but you’d want to get a life - what you said right now is reeeally boring. i mean, i can jabber with the best of ‘em, but that ? i switched off at the end of ‘peacock’“
“With RESPECT, Andromeda, did I not listen - most astutely - as you regaled to me, in detail, the precise differences between the six types of BLEACH you’ve been considering for purchase?”
james potter: wow snivellus sucks so much
lucius malfoy: wow okay that seems... really fake but... okay
For a moment there’s a feeling that the younger man just can’t quite place, a weight blooming in his chest, heavy and unyielding and Killian briefly wonders if that what all the other students in his classes are talking about when they talk about anxiety. Christ. It’s not a good feeling… “ I was gonna do it, sir … but you see… me mom… She’s been sick. “ The words slip out before he can stop them, lips twitching in an effort to hold back his grin as the younger man mentally applauded himself. It wasn’t a total lie, yeah? She had indeed been sick, and did it really matter she had passed almost ten years prior? He could still remember her, aye … could remember the way she had looked wasting away, the way she told him to be good and to hold on… Fuck. It might as well still all be happening… the hell had never really ended, yeah? He swallowed, shaking his head slightly against the sudden wave of nausea that coursed through him; expression steeling itself against the emotion that threatened to spill forth. A little sadness was good, aye … but he needed to keep a grip on it lest he lost sight of the more important picture. He couldn’t fail. “ I know its not right, askin’ for more time and all .. but tellin’ me dad that I fucked this up on top of everything else.. Christ, Professor. He might just go nuts and beat himself up over it, you know?” More like beat him up .. but some things were better left unsaid.
Lucius stares at him. He is not a sympathetic man, as a rule, but there is the occasional tale of woe that make his cold heart warm somewhat, just enough for it to be swayed in one direction as opposed to another.
This is not one of them.
“Has she indeed? I imagine people often do catch ill from beyond the grave.”
He had been a politician, once, and he knows well how to determine lies from truths - moreover, Wendy and John do tell him who is who amongst the other students, if he asks.
He turns back to his grading, finishing the paper off with a flourish and a rapid mark of A* in green ink (apparently they’re not permitted to USE red any more, lest it upset the sensitive students’ psyches), before looking back at him with his lips pressed together.
“Do not use such coarse language in my presence, Mr Jones.
To escape the ADMINISTRATION’S doubtless complaints when your father calls in, I will permit you 36 hours’ grace.
You will be here, in this office, at 9 o’clock tomorrow morning, and you will complete it in my presence.”
There’s a slight curl of his lip in amusement. Hardly noticeable. ‘ Apparently someone started a rumour that I once hit a student with my cane. Since then I think they’ve all been a bit wary. ’ It’s a joke of course. He’d never hit a student. The rumour may exist though.
Lucius LAUGHS, the chuckle low and almost mellifluous; he does so find Gold’s humour to be compatible with his own, and chatting to the man often offers amusement.
“Well, they certainly are becoming creative.
I think my favourite rumour this year has been that I set a girl’s essay on fire just to watch her cry. One would think they’d be able to tell fact from fiction by now.”
‘ It is… ’
‘ Your partner, is it? And just who might that be? ’
“Harry Evans.”
The name he’s taken on is that of his mother’s, but it is unbearably COMMON, and he can’t keep every note of distaste from his tone as he answers.
“The delivery boy, in Dark Star Pharmacy.”
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“Of COURSE.”
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