purity always conquers

lucius malfoy. seventh year. pureblod. death eater.

[princeofvipers-blog]

protegopandora:

“Maybe people like to be aware of more than what’s inside their little bubble?”

“And for what? Why waste time learning of a world we need never be a part of?” It was the same reason he shunned the idea of Care of Magical Creatures — he hardly saw himself sharing a den with a hippogriff, so why waste his days learning what made them tick? Muggles, creatures — at the end of the day, both were animals.

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 vxnemousblxck:

“So intoxicating it’s like I’ve blocked it out completely.” She drawled, his ego and every attempt to blow it to bigger proportions always lost on her. While Lucius was.. more than tolerable, if only for the fact that she knew he wasn’t a total prat, she wouldn’t really ever see what a big deal he was supposed to be. The shear glimmer of his hair was enough too remind her that he wasn’t nearly as in tune with darkness as anyone who held any sort of pull over her. “Rest her poor soul.” Bellatrix chided, “how she’s survived this long with you for a son is anyone’s question. — There you go, ruining a moment, Lucius. Need I remind you that I still do not believe that you, nor anyone else is good enough for my sister, and if you’d like the heart in your mothers chest, and yours for that matter, to remain in tact, I suggest you wait until I’m in a blindingly delightful mood to mention any sort of ring.” It wasn’t personal; or rather it was, however, Narcissa was the single most important person other than the Dark Lord himself, and nobody would ever come close to meeting her own expectations made for her little sisters betrothed. “So full of doubt, perhaps, if we didn’t all live in the woodwork, there’d be more of us, did you ever consider that? If what we were doing was made more public, more would see reason and join us. Glass half full, remember?” Pausing as his hushed voice flit through the air between them, Bellatrix lifted a brow out of pure surprise that he was even reaching for the sleeve of his robe. Out of instinct she moved closer, a certain bewilderment blossoming in hues as dark as the very robes he shifted. It would always have the same effect on her, a certain breathlessness that she’d never find anywhere else, her own mark almost prickling for attention. The mark against his stark white skin was flawless. “— I sincerely hope you continue to earn that.”

“Surely even your skin isn’t that thick,” he chided in return. Lucius Malfoy had a reputation to uphold — one he’d crafted entirely of his own accord, in adherence with the expectations thrust upon the sole heir of one of pureblood society’s remaining elite families. The mask of a gentleman was imperative — as a son of wizarding society’s few regalities, yes, but even more so as a vehicle to deter any correct suspicion that the man whose very name meant light shrouded himself in the darkness that brewed in the shadows.

“That’s to say that your sister is good enough for me?” he ventured with a laugh, passing the words off as a daring jest, though they held more truth than he’d let on. He was a prize of a husband, he’d convinced himself — with the aid of his parents’ affirmations, of course. A pure man, from a long line of Slytherin nobles, aligned with the right side of the cause — any woman would be lucky to find herself entangled in his betrothal, he reasoned. Narcissa was a beauty, of course, surely with all the makings of a well-behaved wife that would look excellent on his arm, but she was duty, not passion. That much, though, he was smart enough to keep away from his future bride’s terror of a sister. “Come now, Bella — you know you’d be hard pressed to find any man more worthy of her hand than me. Pureblooded, a member of the Twenty-Eight, committed to the winning side of the war on the horizon, devilishly handsome — tell me, what remaining criteria on your list don’t I personify?”

“And be forced to weed through the miscreants who seek to use us as a means of ill-thought out rebellion against their families, or those who wish to see us taken down from the inside?” he rallied, brows quirked. “Those who truly want to fight by our side will find us, my dear, just like we all found each other.” 

There he saw it, in the darks of her eyes — excitement. She could feign her disinterest with his politics, the societal games that kept him preoccupied in the public’s eye, but this — this was where their hearts aligned, where there was no room to pretend they stood on opposing sides. His smile widened, fanatical, as he leaned forward to push up the sleeve of her robe, revealing her own mark. A finger reached forward to gently trace the ink that stained her skin. Merlin, there was no sight as beautiful. “I’m here until the end,” he attested, pulling his eyes from her skin to meet her gaze. “That, you never need to doubt.”

[princeofvipers-blog]

“Of course it’s in my final year here that my class schedule is finally appealing — arithmancy, potions, alchemy.. Though, how there’s ever been enough demand for a seventh year muggle studies course, I’ll never know.”

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vxnemousblxck:

“Oh come off it, you love the sound of your own voice almost as much as I do my own, it’’ll never pain you to use it.” A slightly roll of her eyes caught Lucius in her sights though the lift to her step didn’t allow her to stop moving, Bellatrix every the predator, even in the company of likeminds. “Oh? I happen to think you and Potter would make a lovely couple. Imagine your mothers reaction.” Still, her grin lingered, twisted and even in its brightness held a certain heaviness to it that hinted at every dark corner the eldest Black held within her. “To you? Well.  that wouldn’t very well be a problem if you helped yourself now, would it? Instead you’re here playing it safe.”

“I suppose I’ll concede — it is a rather intoxicating sound, isn’t it?” His ego was by no means a secret to Hogwarts as a whole, never mind the select few whom he allowed a more thorough glimpse into the man behind the thick charm and well-bred mannerisms. “The thought alone would kill her,” he laughed, “and all too soon, too. I like to think she has a few good years remaining — and besides, she’s already beside herself at the idea of her ring on your little sister’s finger. You wouldn’t break an old woman’s heart like that, would you?” Of course she would, but such was part of her twisted magnetism — a soul who could bring herself to do in public all the horrors Lucius himself reserved for the privacy of the shadows. “Like I said,” he offered with a chuckle, “if we all waved our flags so valiantly, there’d be none of us left by the time we’re needed. Besides,” his voice hushed. With a dart of his eyes he scanned the hall, ensuring they were alone. With his confirmation, his hand took to the sleeve of his robe, pulling it upwards to reveal the etching of a serpent on his forearm. “You know where my loyalties lie.”

[orotundmutt]

Dan Stevens as David in The Guest (2014)

[princeofvipers-blog]

vxnemousblxck:

“Oh… Malfoy. How It pains me to have to hear that  irritating authoritative tone of yours again.” She quipped back, his smirk returned tenfold as she rounded on him. “Sometimes that’s a little hard to believe, it’s a wonder you’re not Potters closest confidant at this point in time. DISCRETION? Why bother? Is that concern, I hear?”

“And how it pains me to have to use it,” he returned, eyes daring to follow the girl as she danced a circle around him. “Though if you ever speak mine and Potter’s name again in the same breath, you’ll be hearing far worse.” She was infuriating at the best of times, but damn if she wasn’t horrendously worth the headache. “It is, dear Black, for I’m afraid you’re hardly any good to me if you’re in Azkaban.”

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afterdaisy:

Her smile faded in the slightest, emotions primarily dictated by the beverage. She was baffled by his response, unable to comprehend how anyone could express dissatisfaction towards laughter. “Maybe another time?” The witch mumbled beneath her breath, abandoning the bottle on the table beside her. “I am celebrating, actually. My asphodel started to bloom this morning.”

“Another time?” he echoed, offering a light chuckle at the absurdity. “Hold your breath on that for me, won’t you?” His smirk widened as he watched the girl leave her bottle behind — a small victory, etching into her self-doubt, but one he’d happily accept. “Oh, your plant begun to sprout?” he gasped, mouth open with facetious shock. “In that case, pour yourself another — such a daring feat for a witch of your age. Did you write mum and dad about it?”

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x--vanity:

“Dust at least? Maybe get a new sofa or rug, change that awful aging wallpaper? Pretty sure that stain has been there since our first year…”

“I’ve learned to stop holding expectations for this horrendously dreary castle. The only way to truly bring it up to our standards is to take those matters into our own hands — not that I’m at all surprised, of course. Considering the caliber of wizard, if you can call them that, that walks the halls these days, it seems natural that we’re the only ones with any sense.”

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afterdaisy:

“Would you like some giggle water? I’m on my third glass and fairly certain my smile is now permanent.” Daisy offered, unable to maintain her composure. The redhead burst into a fit of laughter, feeling the effects of her drink strongly.

His nose turned upwards at the girl’s display of excess, her laughter piercing his ears. “I’m quite alright, thanks,” he frowned, making his distaste known. He was hardly adverse to inebriation; in fact, a firewhiskey by the fire in the evenings was one of his strongest vices. No, what he held in contempt was the foolishness of her outburst. “Please tell me you’re celebrating something.”

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ofxmccny:

“ it’s part curfew ━ you shouldn’t be here, ” remus noted, not looking up from his book, as he heard footsteps approaching.

He glanced down at the prefect badge emblazoned on his robes before looking back up towards Remus, smirk wide. “Funny, I could say the same,” he leered. “What could little Lupin possibly be doing out of bed at this hour?”

[princeofvipers-blog]

macdonvld:

“i’m so happy to be back. it always feels like i’ve lost a part of myself every time we leave and coming back is definitely like coming home. don’t you think so?”

“If this dingy old castle makes you feel so alive, I’d shudder to think of what your true home looks like. Is such the case for all you.. muggleborns?” His tongue danced around the word mudblood, carefully so; he thought it, of course, but such decorum was reserved for like minds.

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ofcarrowandcunning:

Alecto only looked up at the person who had dared to interrupt her study time. Their inconvenient noises had distracted her from this page on her History of Magic textbook, and for that the Raven gave them a hateful stare.

He sat himself across from her, laying his own textbook onto the table. “My apologies, I didn’t realize an invitation was necessary.”

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x--vanity:

“It’d be nice to come back and find they’d at least redecorated…” 

“And what would you have them do with the place?”

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vxnemousblxck:

“What? It was a w e l c o m e back gift, out of the goodness of my heart. I did him a favor, he’s already learning and classes haven’t even started yet.”

“Now now, Bella,” he tutted, a smirk dancing across his lips. “You know I’m as eager a fan of your.. tutelage.. as anyone, but perhaps it’s best to remember the value of d i s c r e t i o n? After all, you’ll do us all little good this year if you’ve found yourself expelled.”

[misswallflower]

He wears a mask, and his face grows to fit it.

George Orwell “Shooting An Elephant"  (via gimmerps)

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