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bartyxjr‌:

He watched her for a few moments, without answering. He wondered when all his thoughts would flow back to him, when his ideas, the decisions would enter his mind once again. But there was nothing, for that one moment, his mind for the first time was empty. He watched the sun rays glisten on her skin, as her eyes filled with happiness watched him, and he couldn’t hide his own from her. It felt so fucking good, just to have her there, all his without the need to fight for her, to fight for something. He smiled. “It was quite something.”

It was probably the most honest, the rawest moment of his life. It was in that moment he didn’t feel he had duties for Voldemort, he almost felt like this, she was enough for everything. He felt as if he didn’t need anything else in the world, and if that was it, he would have been content, he would have been happy. Maybe even allowed himself to think more. It was a strange feeling, something he didn’t experience before, and for that moment, for that morning, he allowed it to be just that. Later, when the reality would set back in… He will think then.

“You know, from the very first moment, I knew you were special, Priscilla Parkinson.” He said, his thumb gently brushing her cheek. “You never disappointed me once.” He grinned, meaning every word. Even if she didn’t choose the Dark Side, he’d still think the same. She was the ultimate exception.

Her eyes wandered over him as they mirrored the emotions she shared, the smile he gave her was one that took her breath away. It was a rare sight, she had rarely seen him smile, and never like this -- in a way that reached his eyes and his soul. She let a small smile spread across her lips as she turned on her stomach, holding herself up on her elbows as she leaned over to him., her legs intertwining with his.

Barty Crouch Jr, had always been special to Priscilla, but he had been special for many years in a very different way. He had always been in her corner, and for years they had fun simply taunting others, and she often help in his mastermind plans -- she had with Anna, and others. Back then there had been no jealousy, back then Priscilla had known that she would be betrothed to someone and it would never be Barty. For even though Barty was a Scared 28, his family was no dark, even though he was, and she knew his father would never let him become betrothed to a Parkinson. But when her betrothal had fallen apart, and she had that one night with Barty -- things had changed, not only because Sirius had run away and left her, but also because she suddenly wondered if her parents would bother to try and find her another betrothal, and if they didn’t -- well, she had always been foolish to this so, but maybe she would be able to be with Barty.

She brushed her lips against his as she heard his words. God, they filled her heart in a way she never could explain, she pulled back to look at him, “Jr -- you are,” she searched for the words, but unable to find them she kissed him again, hoping that with her touch he could feel how much she loved him, because that was it, she loved him.

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bartyxjr‌:

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bartyxjr‌:

Of course, it didn’t make sense for him to continue, if he still went with his morals he would have left, hell, he would have never come to her room. He has made it clear what he wanted, did he not? He told her exactly what it would take for him to be hers. But there was a certain pull that she had on him. From that very first moment, he set his eyes on her. When he saw the one confident girl in the sea of little kids, she stood out, beautiful and tall. From that moment onwards, they somehow always had the pull to each other. It didn’t matter if she was one year younger. Whenever he could see he rin the great hall, he would sit next to her, annoy her, tease her, protect her from others. As they both grew up, he kept watching her, not in ways that he watched others, not int he means of wanting to manipulate her or hurt her… No. He watched her as she grew to be someone special, someone, particular. Someone who he would have seen something in the future with. IT was such a strange concept for him to allow his thoughts. A future, one that wasn’t just with Voldemort. But instead of seeing two separate entities, he stared seeing those two as together. What if. That was the most intricate through in his head, what if she chose for herself and chose in the way that would suit him? What if, when the day came, he could have both things by his side? At times, it seemed like a far fetched dream. She had people surrounding her that was nowhere good, that kept trying to pull her away from him. But he let them, he let them because he wanted to see what she’d do. What is the point of having that someone special if they mend their minds? Barty knew about all that, hell, he was doing the exact same thing to Elise. But Priscilla was different, she always needed to find her own way.

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noellexxchang‌:

Noelle chuckled and shook her head. Being this busy was a sign that she was doing something right. If she had any down time, that was just another missed opportunity to build herself up to the witch she was always supposed to be. “Lucky you that I penciled you in. Just you and me. No romantic entanglements or drama filled peers. We deserve it.”

“Are you saying you don't want a romantic relationship with me, Noelle?” Priscilla questioned, pretending to be offended at the idea, “I mean, it is me and you. Can you even think of a more intense power couple?” She continued, a soft smile pulling on her lips. “No drama filled peers -- that sounds marvelous and way too good to be true.”

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padxxfoot‌:

Normally he would have rolled his eyes at the other’s apology. Normally he would have snapped back at her when she told him to get out of her way. Normally Priscilla Parkinson would be someone he would probably laugh at when he saw her upset, but things had become far from normal for the two of them. What started as merely a way to piss off Mary grew into something unexpected and honestly, Sirius was glad to have one less person for him to hate. It was after all, exhausting to be on fight mode all day long. But it wasn’t just that he had stopped hating her, he had also grown to care for her – especially after seeing the kind of company she seemed to keep. Why on earth was she friends with the likes of Crouch and Nott. Did she not know better? And so his response this time was much unlike normal – when he saw how upset she seemed, he grew concerned. “First of all, you bumped into me.” he said anyway, unable to just let that little thing go. “But, what’s going on? You look like – you don’t look so good, Parks.”

She didn’t look good. If this had been any other situation, she would have snapped at him, but instead, she simply shrugged. She knew she didn’t look good, hell she had never looked so bad before -- it was only some sort of wicked twist of fate that she had run into him after all. She was beginning to think that the world was out to get her at this point. “I’m fine, Sirius. You don’t have to act concerned.” She knew how cold her words sounded, but he didn’t have to pretend for her sake. Once upon a time, they had an actual friendship, but Priscilla wasn’t naive to believe that one dance where they were both trying to piss off someone, had suddenly cleared all the bad blood between them, though she couldn’t even say what the bad blood was from.

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bertiebertaubrey‌:

Bertram did his best to conceal a small laugh from escaping his lips as he finally broke his gaze from the book to look at her. She sure seemed to act like she was a big deal, but he still had no idea who she was. “And some of us were actually doing some work before you showed up, so why don’t you leave? I’m certainly not the biggest disturbance here.”

Maybe if Priscilla wasn’t so stubborn or her ego wasn’t so big, she would have left -- she did after all need to get some work done, but she needed to be in the library, because she knew how rarely he came here, and she wasn’t going to risk running into him, she didn’t know if she could handle that -- not yet at least. But this boy well he was beginning to irritate her, mostly because he seemed just as stubborn as her. Her cold eyes locked onto his, “Actually, I think you are --” her voice was barely above a whisper as she noticed that they were4 beginning to get more than a few looks.

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phinparkinson

❝ don’t we deserve a happy ending ? ❞ Priscilla

|| ft. @priscillaparkinson from this meme

“You do.” Phineas admitted, his voice low. “You deserve to be so, so happy Pris.” Which is why he’d done everything in his power to try and ensure that. His eyes flickered to the mark on his arm, before it went back to the other tattoo. The one of his other arm, the one symbolising both Fi & Pris. A tired smile graced his lips as he turned to his sister. “I’m not so sure I deserve happiness at this point,” He admitted, “But you do. So please, be happy for me. Even if it means leaving me behind.”

#meme #muse #ft. phin

cunninghamtw

Pris for the brotp tag

who steals french fries off the other’s plate

Pris, because she won’t order and then Barty won’t eat them after she touches them. It is initially a passive food war.

who jokingly moves in for the kiss when someone asks if they’re a couple

Barty. He would make it a big thing every time, whereas soon as someone asks them that question, he would get on one knee and ask for her hand ( and Pris would decline every time)

who has to bust or bail the other out of jail

Neither. They’re above the law.

who gives the other advice/comfort about dating issues

Neither. There is no such thing as discussions, just the question ‘who’s next?’

who shamelessly cheats at games by reaching over to cover the other’s eyes

Priscilla! Barty is good at tricks, and games so in order for Pris to win some games, she gotta do what she gotta do. Barty lets her too.

who immediately calls dibs on the top bunk

Barty. And you can’t fight him.

who starts and who wins the pillow fights

Pris starts, but Barty wins. ;)

who says “your pants would look better on their floor” to the other’s potential crush

It’s more along the lines of ‘ your head would look better detached from your body’ and that’s Barty to any potential of Pris’ boyfriends, and she ends up having to usher him away.

#meme #muse #ft. barty

bartyxjr‌:

An evident frown appeared on his features as she finally opened the door. “You trying to make a statement?” There were times where he would have liked the gawking attention from the girls. From the corner of his eyes, he could see a group of girls boasting one of them up, in order to get their confidence up so they could kick up a conversation. Not today, that wasn’t happening, not over his dead body. Pushing through the door, he shut it right in the younger girls’ face, who seemed to finally have gotten the courage. “Don’t give me that tone.” This wasn’t their usual fight, he knew that. Before, they would mostly disagree on certain subjects, and in a way forget about it. Barty liked to call their disputes, discussions. Something he took pride in because of how Priscilla handled herself. It was from one of those moments that he had decided that he would want her by his side when the time came.

Yet, this was different. He couldn’t say sorry because it would have been a lie, he couldn’t shrug it off because he knew it was something that he wouldn’t change his mind about. Instead, he found himself in this pool of frustration, not knowing what to do, not knowing what to say. As quickly as he came in, Barty moved to Priscilla, placing her face into both of his hands. “For fuck’s sake.” He said, his voice wasn’t soft, he wasn’t adding any generosity into his tone. “This whole thing is fucking ripping me apart. I can’t be away, yet I can’t be with you. Why won’t you just fucking make up your mind? Why don’t you fucking see what is right in front of you.” He wanted to feel numb, he wanted to feel nothing because that was better than the quiet desperation that Priscilla made him feel. He was out of his element, this wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

She moved aside as he pushed into her dorm, a smirk spreading across her face as she saw the look on the younger girl's face right before he closed the door on her face. There was something in Priscilla that was almost joyful in seeing the sadness mixed with anger in the younger girl's face as she came out victorious. That was the effect that Barty had on her, she wanted to make it clear that he was hers -- except he wasn’t, especially not after their last conversation, not with the ways they had left things off. Priscilla had argued with Barty before but either one or the other always ended up acting like nothing had happened the next day, slipping back into one another's life as if they had merely had a discussion. But this time it had been different -- it had been a week and neither of them had even tried to fix things, until now.

Priscilla’s smirk fell from her lips as her eyes followed Barty in her room, he had been here before, but suddenly it felt so different as if they were different people standing together for the first time. He approached her suddenly and as she felt his hands on her skin, holding her, her own hands moved to his, her fingers wrapping around his forearms. She could get lost in his eyes, they were cold but she could see the swirl of emotions behind them, the anger and frustration. She wasn’t sure how they had gotten her, but she always knew she was the only one that could see him, see the real him, that he only allowed her to see who he was and she accepted all of him, the good, the bad, the darkness -- because he accepted her as well.

His words made her catch her breath as she pulled her bottom lip in between her teeth, “Jr--” She didn’t know how to tell him that all she wanted was him, that she wanted to choose him, that she would choose him as if it wasn’t obvious enough, she had been choosing him from the moment they started this warped friendship of theirs. “You.” Her words didn’t make sense and she didn’t care as she stood up on her tiptoes, her lips pressing gently against his, cautiously. She wasn’t sure what he would do, the last time they had kissed it hadn’t ended well, but she wanted him and wanted to show him that he was what he choose, the dark side was the way she was leaning and it wasn’t because of him, no she had her own reasons behind that.

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bertiebertaubrey‌:

While his book was still open, and he was looking at the line, this little conversation was becoming a little more interesting. He really enjoyed conversations, but something about her attitude made it entertaining. “Oh no! I love school royalty like you!” He wasn’t even trying to be subtle anymore. Well, yes, but that was only so the librarian wouldn’t hear. “All hail the Princess, everybody bow down.”

Priscilla whipped her head up, her hair flying behind her as she leveled him with a glare, she didn’t enjoy being made fun of, and certainly not by some nobody like him. “Shut up --” She started, her words short and cold as her eyes watched him, “Some of us are attempting to do work, so if you plan on disturbing me, leave and bother someone else.”

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mineurblack

a very merry holiday moodboard giveaway | 001–> for six, priscilla & barty & anna

i know exactly what i need to do ‘cause i don’t wanna be alone tonight

@bartyxjr @halfbloodhiggs @priscillaparkinson @finestra-inspo

#muse #ft. barty #ft. anna

bartyxjr‌:

He was grumpy the whole past week and nothing had worked to fix it. Not usual tricks, not the games, the girls or the books. For a long while, Barty had always resulted in books to calm himself. It wasn’t a widely known fact. Most idiots believed that the darker people are, the more lost they were, the less they focused on things. But Barty had learned to appreciate these things that were beautiful. He didn’t much care for the art or theater, but he did enjoy books. He collected some, and then because his father had learned this fact about him, thought that this would be the means to get through to him. He wasn’t even annoyed at the fact that some of those he read, was written by muggles. It was all in the words, it didn’t matter who thought of it.

But this time, he threw the book to the side, still angry. Quickly, getting out of his bed, he got to Priscilla’s room and immediately banged on her door. “Priscilla.” He said, ignoring the doors opening besides hers, ignoring the whispers from the girls. “Open up the fucking door.” @priscillaparkinson

To say the week for Priscilla had been horrible would have been an understatement, granted she was quite dramatic, but that was beside the point. She couldn’t go anywhere without seeing his face, she had avoided the common room, the library had been unusually full the entire week, and she had managed to brew a potion wrong, something that hadn’t happened since her second year. This had all resulted in her being in a foul mood, and she refused to acknowledge that it was because of her fight with Barty. This had been potentially the longest that she hadn’t talked to him since they had befriended each other, and to go from seeing him every day to avoiding him, well it had been a lot.

The banging on her door and the sound of his voice pulled her out of her thoughts and sitting up in bed. What the hell did he want? She took her time, she wasn’t about to rush to open the door, no he could wait. She glanced in the mirror, fixing her hair, making sure she looked pristine, she wanted him to see her and die, see her and realize what he had lost. Finally deciding that enough time had passed she opened the door, glancing up at his tall figure. “Yes, can I help you?”

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bertiebertaubrey‌:

An exasperated sigh left his lips, although he didn’t actually do anything to force her to leave. At this point, if she just didn’t bother him, he could deal with it. Still, seeing as the books moved while they were dropped on the table, he impulsively placed them back in the straight line. If there was one thing he could obsess over, it was perfectly aligned books. And she just disturbed that. “Whatever princess wants.” He mumbled under his breath, although considering the quietness, there was no telling whether or not other students heard him. Believing this whole ‘conversation’ was over and done with, he didn’t give her one more look, going back to his book - completely oblivious to who she was.

Priscilla watched out of the corner of her eye as he straightened out his books, and for a second she was tempted to push them over just for his comment but having her own appreciation for straight books and having everything in order she ignored her malicious desire instead rolling her eyes at him, though her head was still facing her books. “You say that like it’s a bad thing, peasant.” She muttered under her breath, though it was loud enough to make sure he heard, not that she cared if anyone else heard.

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bertiebertaubrey‌:

No, he had no assignments due any time soon, and therefore had no reason to be in the library - at least not in the eyes of any other regular student. But he was not like other students, he actually enjoyed the quietness of the library. Sure, his own common room tended to be similarly quiet, but it didn’t have nearly as many books. It was mostly for that reason he’d end up in that place a lot, and he’d usually be able to snatch a place in a corner where no one could disturb him. Except that day, it was particularly crowded, and all he could manage was a seat at the extremity of a table - which already occupied other students. Still, he took it, making sure to place a pile of random books on the seat next to his so no one would sit beside him. Which did not work, as someone came by and clearly wanted that place. “Sorry, seat’s taken. Go somewhere else.”

( @priscillaparkinson )

Priscilla needed to get out of the common room, and frankly, she needed to go somewhere where she felt safe and where she wouldn’t be bothered, the library or the potions classroom. Her feet carried her to her favorite location, only to be greeted by Professor Slughorn teaching a bunch of first years, not feeling like helping them out or listen to their petty problems, she hastily made her way to the library. Why the library was so busy on this day, the one day she needed it to be empty she didn’t know, but it was better than helping a bunch of first years or sitting in the common room with the possibility of running into him. Her eyes scanned the desks, finding an empty seat even if it meant sitting next to someone. She looked down at him, her eyes narrowing at his comment as she looked him up and down. He should have found himself lucky to be given the opportunity to sit next to her. Priscilla flicked her wand, moving the books off the chair and dropping them in front of him. “Does it look like I care?” She huffed, sitting in the seat and pulling out her own potion books to study.

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halfbloodhiggs‌:

Anna, surprising even herself, had made it to the Room of Requirement before Priscilla. Perhaps it was simply at the promise of a quiet place to hide from the eyes that now followed her. Her brother roamed the halls again, mere months after the Higgs family had laid an empty casket into the ground. However, she was near restless as she entered the room, taking to pacing as she tried to work herself up to what was about to happen. There were two options: either Priscilla had heard what was going on and wanted to check in, or this was simply another booty call. Surprisingly, she would’ve preferred the second option. She rubbed her eyes, red from crying and lack of sleep, and tried to focus on anything but the sound of the door now opening as she moved to sit down.

“–Yeah, yeah. Sure.” The response was more meek than anything, and she found she could hardly look at Pris as she sat in the darker chair. “I guess you heard.”

Priscilla walked into the room of requirements, sitting down on the sofa away from Anna, she wasn’t sure where they stood or what Anna wanted and she wanted to keep her own space as well. It had been an exhausting week, to say the least. To Anna’s comment Priscilla simply shrugged, though of course, she had heard, she wasn’t daft and the rumors had been abundant. “The ghosts like to speak loudly, it’s the only thing they have, I suppose.” She explained as she looked over at Anna, at a loss of words. She wasn’t sure what Anna wanted in this situation, but she needed a distraction probably as much as she did.

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d-abbott‌:

“Then it must be my lucky day. It’s more of a hobby than a career aspiration of mine. I dabble here and there, but I could definitely use your expertise,” he said leaning forward as if sharing a secret with only her. “I may have gotten the idea during one of my trips down Knockturn Alley. Its purpose is to heighten the senses but also give the user an experience that will make them question reality. A bit of a high I suppose.”

A potion that would heighten her senses and give her a high, typically Priscilla wasn’t into that sort of thing, but she needed to get out of her head and he was giving her an option to do just that. Her smile widened, her eyes searching her face. “So what are we still doing here?”

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amvliabonvs‌:

After bringing the ingredient to the other girl, Amelia looked as the mixture reacted to it. “Ah, yes, that’s me.” She replied, looking at the other girl. Her face seemed familiar, but she wasn’t quite sure where she had seen her before. “You’re… Phineas’ sister, am I right?” She never was really close to the boy, but they did have classes together more than once.

Priscilla narrowed her eyes at the other girls, not maliciously but simply as a reaction to what she had said. How exactly did she know Phineas, and why was she calling him Phineas, Priscilla was the only one that was allowed to call him that. “Yes, yes I am Phin’s sister. Are you two friends?”

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