moonlight

[lizwriites]

@parvatipvtil ~ “See? Sexting pays off.” 

Astoria came in to have her cards read for fun. ( divination wasn’t something she believed really worked but she thought it was fun to explore the art form a little bit ) Parvati worked for Dudley so Astoria knew of her and they’d spoke in passing. Dudley had mentioned she’d had thing for divination. So, she’d mentioned having her cards read and the older girl had jumped on the idea. She hadn’t expected to listen to a half an hour talk about how her love life needed improvement and the benefits of being forward with fire messages. “Um, yeah, I get it,” she said. “Thanks I guess.” 

[parvatipvtil]

“You guess?” Parvati scoffs, “Haven’t you been listening to anything I said? It’s the Lovers, Astoria, and like I said, it doesn’t mean a new love interest as is a common misconception. It’s an indicator of something stirring in a present relationship. Fire messages are, like...the back door to the soul,” she rhapsodises. “It’s so much easier to be open when you don’t have to look somebody in the face, especially if it’s somebody you already know well. And the Empress, I mean...it’s so obvious! Love wants to happen to you but you’re not letting it!”

[gregoryxgoyle]

@parvatipvtil​​ “You’re a monster.” - Pavarti

“Isn’t everyone in some sense?” he questioned, leaning down to look at some of the products on one of the shelves. “But maybe next time show your disgust with an insult I haven’t heard before.” he deadpanned, rolling his eyes as he picked up a couple of bottles of the orange blossom and turmeric oil and placed them on the counter in front of her. “I’ll take these, and some of the rose bath salts, if you so please.” 

[parvatipvtil]

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“It wasn’t an insult,” Parvati says cooly. She doesn’t typically hate people — hatred is a stain on the soul, one that she can physically feel — but for Gregory Goyle there is hatred in her heart. The things he had done at Hogwarts in their seventh year were unforgivable, and an indicator of evil. Knowing that Crabbe had died Parvati might almost have felt sorry for him, because she knows better than anybody the horrible, unfixable pain of losing a best friend, but she doesn’t. She can’t feel sorry for a monster. “It was a reminder. People like you shouldn’t get to walk around guilt-free like you’re innocent.” She grabs for the bath salts in questions and sets them with the rest of his things. “Will that be all for you today, Goyle?”

[parvatipvtil]

“Y'know, your roof may not be the safest place for us to stargaze.” @angelinaxjohnson​

“What, are you afraid of heights?” Parvati teases her. “You fly around on a broomstick for a living, the roof of my apartment building shouldn’t even faze you, Ange. Besides,” she points into the sky, at a bright dot to the right of the moon, and sighs contentedly, “look how bright Venus is tonight. I love her so much. You can’t see her properly out of a window, you have to have a good view!”

[parvatipvtil]

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” @deanxthomas​

“Shut up,” Parvati laughs, shoving Dean’s shoulder. Yet it fills her with the warm pleasantness that compliments always bring, plus a nostalgic sort of giddiness. She’d have simply melted if he’d said that to her when they were fifteen. “You’re just saying that because you liked your reading. Thank the cards, not me. They’re the ones predicting your successful romantic endeavors. Which — spill.”

[whizpurr]

[necromanticryptid]

Sorry I can’t come over my tarot cards said no

[sharpcbjects]