moon & stars

pandora malfoy penned by marie.

[pandxrae]

& r. black​

The sound of the dress rustling by his side clues him into her presence, the familiar smell of her perfume tells him it’s Pandora. She’s the only one who would dare to touch him when he has that distinctly unimpressed look on his face. The only one he wouldn’t gut for it, save perhaps his dearest Narcissa. The feeling of her chin against his shoulder is a comforting thing. It always makes him feel a little more human. Regulus finds himself relaxing and leaning into her space. He does genuinely consider his question, amusement rising up in his chest already at the sound of it laced through her voice. “He lived a life that made him richer than a King — isn’t that what good means in our little circle?” A tilt of his head, a quirk of a smile. He raises his glass in a private toast, voice low and quiet just for her. “The king is dead, long live whatever monster takes his place. — and let’s hope it’s one that likes the Black’s.” He sounds amused himself now as he carries on. “People are saying his death might not have been quite as natural as one might assume. I, myself, can’t see why anyone would bother to murder a man so old that he was bound to drop dead at any minute.”

»

     Like her brother, Regulus was a sense of safety for Pandora. Much like a sacred blanket for a child, she could never let go of her friend. And as he he eased back into her, she gently rested her hands against his sides and gave them a gentle squeeze. She lowered herself to her usual height but kept close as she listened to him. With a chuckle, Pandora bobbed her head back and forth. “Well, in our little circle, our definition of good is rather skewed.” 

     Pandora leaned in a bit as he continued and soft smirk appeared on her lips just for him. “Even if they’re not a fan of the Black’s, it’s not exactly wisest decision. No matter how much money you have. Enemies of the family tend to somehow disappear, no?” She took an idle step back to collect herself a drink. “Of course, you’re not a fan of wasted effort,” she pointed out. “Why put in the energy when time was doing the job already.”

[pandxrae]

& r. black​

open to — anyone & everyone

he liked the ministry hotel more than he really should have. it’s ornate edges and the aura of the place, all pomp and circumstances. it was the beating heart of their world, at least in London, the place where the rules and regulations of the Sacred Twenty-Eight culmunated in their power. Regulus liked the order of the place, the way that everything was perfectly aligned and perfectly organised behind the artful decor and the neutral-faced staff.

it should have been sad that they all had to gather there for this — but Regulus couldn’t actually bring himself to be sad for an old man that was practically ancient. all that Flamel ever did was flood the streets with liquid euphoria, and Regulus had never even let himself try it out of fear that he would love it too much. he didn’t much care that Flamel had died, and he cared even less if someone had decided to kill him. at least a good old fashioned murder might inject some excitement into his life.

he considered the memorial a waste of time, but the Black Family always had to put their best foot forward: so of course, Regulus is there. perfectly dressed, face perfectly schooled. “well, he had a good life.” Regulus muses, voice a little dull in a way that betrays his boredom.

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     It seemed, at least to Pandora, that everyone wanted an excuse to throw a lavish party rather than to mourn the loss of one of the members of the sacred 28. She watched as others whispered and murmured about the possibility of murder. There were no tears shed, no words of somber shared. Just arrogance and gluttony and the wonder of what was to happen now that Flamel was gone. She was mildly curious about that considering she had tied a bit of her future to his company and his company no longer had their golden ticket. Or rather their golden drug. 

       Out of the corner of her eye, Pandora had spied her friend. She could recognize his unimpressed expression anywhere. Especially considering it took quite a lot to impress one Regulus Black. Though, Pandora never really seemed to have any problem, he did keep her around after all. 

      Pandora weaved her way through the crowd, the skirt of her dress rustling after her, and soon was behind him. She leaned up slightly on her toes before she rested her chin against his shoulder. “A rather long one, at least,” she replied and shrugged up one shoulder. “But do you really believe he lived a good life,” she asked with humor lacing her voice. 

[pandxrae]

— is that [ANYA TAYLOR-JOY]? no, it’s [PANDORA MALFOY], but i can see how you would make the mistake. this [TWENTY EIGHT] [CIS WOMAN] is a [HOUSE OF BLACK]. word on the street is that they’re [OBSERVANT, CREATIVE, AND VINDICTIVE] i also heard that they’re particularly skilled with [CHEMISTRY AND FENCING]. they have always reminded me of [LONG SILVERY HAIR, CHEMICAL SMOKE AND FLORAL PERFUME, BOTTLES LABELED 'DRINK ME' HALF EMPTY, LAVENDER HAZE ON A LAZY AFTERNOON.]. if you ask me, they’re the kind of person who could change the game for everyone.

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the basics:

full name: pandora cassiopeia malfoy name meaning: pandora: all gifts. cassiopeia: she who chooses to excel. nicknames/aliases: panda, dora, dorie, rory. all these nicknames are from people who have earned the right to use them. everyone else can call her pandora. age: twenty eight birthday: december 21 zodiac: sagittarius gender: cis woman pronouns: she/her orientation: pansexual occupation: graduate student at oxford university for organic chemistry , intern chemist

face claim: anya taylor-joy

important points

pandora is the youngest of the two children born to axabras malfoy and his wife. because she was born eleven years after her older brother, there had been a lot of whispers about her true parentage but one look at Pandora and one could tell that she’s definitely a malfoy. her family is among the sacred 28, with that came a lot of expectations. most of her childhood was spent in the presence of those that her parents deemed suitable. she never allowed to venture further than where her parents had told her. in some regards, she lived a rather sheltered life but because of her family’s involvement in the criminal underground, in those ways, pandora was not sheltered at all.

she acts as if she is the smartest person in the room and 95 percent of the time, she is. a bit of a protege. pandora is intelligent. she had to constantly feed her curiosity on how things worked, how they ticked, how they fell apart (and that went for people as well). often not always loudest in the room, but she is one who is always watching and learning about everything around her. When she wants to be, she can be a human lie detector but that skill is only reserved for her brother and only when he asks nicely.

10/10 is better than you.

has ties with the house of black. one because of her brother and two she grew up with most of them. she doesn’t have any particular job but does what is asked of her when it’s asked.

there was two stark sides to pandora. she can either be one of the most kindest, softest souls you will ever meet or she could be the most ruthless. you either are greeted with her soft manners or you have signed your death note and she will deliver it in the most slow, and the most cruel way specifically designed for you.

enjoys fencing and has a rather large collection of bejeweled sabers. 

wanted connections:

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Anya Taylor-Joy in THE MENU (2022) dir. Mark Mylod