show me a happy heroine ( you can't );

❝ It was important, to fight, and fight again, and keep fighting, for only then could evil be kept at bay, though never quite eradicated. ❞ MELODY SHACKLEBOLT. seventh year. gryffindor. xvii. she/her. head girl. daughter of the former minister of magic, kingsley shacklebolt. ( twin ) sister to dorian shacklebolt & harmony shacklebolt. fighter for those who cannot fight for themselves. da. orphaned.

what song do i look like

[rigidus]

ANNETTE BARDON.

Annette thought for a moment; normally she’d ask James, but that wasn’t an option either, “It’s okay, really! Everyone’s having a lot of fun and I guess, probably, a slide while people are drinking isn’t such a good idea anyway!”

& once again, Melody had not done enough. She had not convinced her friend enough that she wanted to help ( even though she really didn’t ) and she had hurt her feelings it seemed. Lily was right about her -- when had she become so heartless?? “Annie, I’m SERIOUS, are you really going to tell me we’re going to have a pool party without a slide?? Or let some amateur handle it?? You were right to come to me, you know, I make the best slides in the castle. Remember the pool party a few years ago?? The one that twisted?? That was mine.”

[rigidus]

ANNETTE BARDON.

Annette looked appropriately abashed for a moment, before she brightened up, “Because you’re such a talented witch—–and you look super pretty tonight, b-t-w—-and I figured that if someone were to conjure a slide we should get the best person for the job. Safety first, you know?”

Merlin, she’d snapped, she’d been rigid, she’d been far too impersonal to someone she’d known for so long. Especially someone as kind as Annette. Melody cleared her throat, “thank you, you do as well ... is there anyone else on the job besides ME, then??”

[rigidus]

ANNETTE BARDON.

“Okay, so this is almost perfect, but you know what would make it amazing? A SLIDE! Let’s see if someone will conjure one—–where’s Melody?”

“Melody is here, but I’m not sure why you’re choosing ME to conjure the slide at a party I feel doesn’t need to be happening.”

[rigidus]

lionheartedlily :

“If it was Order or DA related, I’d tell you. But it’s not. I guess what I don’t understand is why we’re all suddenly less important to you in the grand scheme of things, Melody. We all grew up around each other–I’d like to think familiar and platonic love doesn’t change, even when there’s a war. Why is it that you’ve become so cold that you’ve stopped caring about all of us, that you only seem to care about defeating the Death Eaters?”

“Ironic coming from someone who automatically screams Death Eater at people with certain last names just because of their family’s past actions,” even if Lily was right, there was nothing wrong in Melody’s mind with doing what she was. Melody cared, she cared so much -- it was why she was like this, and maybe Lily couldn’t understand, but she’d never forgive herself if another member of the DA, one of the people she cared about, got captured and went through the days of hell she did. 

“I’m not sure you’re quite understanding how war works, Lily, but people die. I’ve stopped caring about all of us? If it’s appeared that way it’s only because I’m doing things to ensure we all survive this. In the grand scheme of things, we don’t matter, the world does, and we are the ones who need to save the Wizarding World. Got it?”

[rigidus]

lionheartedlily :

“Nothing you need to concern yourself with, honestly.”

“Lily, let’s try that again, except you’re going to give me less vague answers because people’s lives might possibly depend on the information you have. So. Important, important, or important?”

[fairytalesques]

my heart’s too big for my chest my love’s too big for this mess i’ve got a seastorm on my shoulders and people say i’ve got to be bolder so i lift the world and carry the sky waiting for our final goodbye because it’ll end in fire or it’ll end in ice it’ll end with fate, rolling the dice

how to be a heroine | m.j. (via hallseey)

[rigidus]

lionheartedlily :

“Hey, you seen my brothers around lately? I have things for them, from our mum. Kind of important.”

“I’ve not. Important, important, or important?”

[rigidus]

bromeoxahn:

“If this ain’t the freshest shirt you ever saw, mandem, you must be blind. Gonna look so piff with my Hufs.”

It didn’t matter that there was a buzzing, a flurry of it distracting her from fully being able to focus on the conversation as she watched Lance’s face light up with glee, all that mattered was that she was there. At least, that’s what she was trying to tell herself. A smile, forced, but there, as she tried to decipher his words, bloomed on her face while she tried to adjust part of his shirt, “you’re throwing a pardy soon, hm? With Khan?”

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“found the feminist lol” yeah im not hiding

[jspotterii-blog]

HON: Melody

“Hot. She’s not my type, but she’s definitely attractive.”

[serpentinadia-blog]

“Given the opportunity, what do we do to those who have hurt the ones we love?”

      Nadia’s eyes snapped up to the other girl, staring at her intently for a moment as she thought of a suitable response. “Well…” She drawled out slowly, not wanting to bait her so obviously, “An upstanding citizen wouldn’t do anything, would they, Shacklebolt? Let justice run it’s course. We need to have faith in the Ministry to do its job.” She was toeing a dangerous line, Melody Shacklebolt wasn’t  someone to be mocked, not about her father and not about being a Death Eater.       But Nadia enjoyed her games and as far as she was concerned the Head Girl was one of the most enjoyable targets–she liked a challenge. Her tone changed, becoming more brisk despite the sympathetic frown she wore, “Unless of course, you’re not referring to your father’s tragic and untimely demise–but otherwise, as Head Girl it is your job to be objective when dealing with the other students, remember. Wouldn’t want anyone to accuse you of being biased.”

[lanceahn-blog]

“It hurts.”

“It hurts.”

      “I know, Ell. I know.”Not even Lance, a joker to the marrow, could muster the spirit to spread his lips into an assuring smile. Could not manage to let slip a funny quip, anything to cut through the seriousness of what they’d gotten themselves into. His and her arms, both strapped down to the chairs they sat in. Their wands far out of reach. Their captors no where in sight, but lingering in their minds accompanied by dread.      “But we got this. Me and you, gal. Together? We’re like, like, the Black Widow and Hawkeye of this war.” He swallowed, tensing against the binds that held him in place. Just as he was a joker, Lance was a Gryffindor. And he was already planning the crazy, stupid, foolishly brave move he’d make to get them out of this. No, to get Melody out. He was a disposable part of the plan.     “Besides, my little sister, she’s counting on you showing her how to braid hair like you promised. And Ma, who’s she going to cook for if not your big dork mouth, eh, Shacklebolt?”

[serpentinadia-blog]

♣

It was quiet, now, the only sound the rhythmic crashing of the waves against the stone of the prison Nadia had called home for… how long, now? Months? Time seemed to bleed together, the dreary weather out on the rock that was Azbakan making it hard to even tell day from night. At first she had been angry–she’d howled and clawed and scratched the entire way when she’d first been brought here. Even without the dementors, the isolation was overwhelming. She was left with only her thoughts, and memories of the things she’d seen and done–and she’d done a lot. After she’d burned through her anger, all she could dwell on was her mistakes–the horror she’d unleashed, all in her quest for what? A better world? The thick of war showed her just how wrong she’d been–nothing about what they’d done had been about making things better.

And now she was alone, the ghosts of the people she’d killed swimming around her, the only voices she could talk to the ones in her head. It was no surprise when she broke down–honestly, she had expected it sooner. She was so tired, the sobs escaping from her weak but still taxing on her malnourished frame. She barely heard the approaching footsteps but the sound of a chair being pulled up to the bar made her look up.

Melody Shacklebolt sat before her, looking weary but healthy; sad but hopeful. They had won, after all. For so long Nadia had hated Melody, hated everything about her because so many of those things were present in Nadia as well–Melody threatened her with how alike they were. And if she could muster up any feelings at all, anything besides grief and regret and shame, she would still hate her; because though they were so alike, where Nadia had made all the wrong choices, Melody had made all the right ones, the evidence of that being the bars that separated them. And now, the true testament to how far she had fallen, she couldn’t bring herself to stop crying, not even in Melody’s presence. She looked at her, eyes rimmed red, words failing to explain just how much she wished things had been different.

[ravenclawwrites]

And she craves the mercy her father once dealt to those who had done wrong.  Oh, how she misses his guidance, his counsel, his love, how she misses him.  But, she is not merciful, she is ruthless vengeance ripping apart flesh searching endlessly for absolution she will never get. This is her demon. She prays he’ll forgive her somehow.

forgive me father for i have sinned, j.c. (via ravenclawwrites)

[lanceahn-blog]

“If I had a dime for every finest hunnie in attendance tonight, I’d have one single dime. Because it’s me, baby. I am lookin’ F-I-N-E, fine. Maybe two, Shacklebolt’s not so bad either. Nah, I’m playing. Y’all on point, too.”

[rigidus]

“There you are, sorry I had to talk to someone,” Melody gave him a rare smile, one that oozed with relief. Sometimes, she saw Lance as an unconventional wingman ( her father did like him, after all ), he was support, really. ”And you’re funny, I always look good at events. You can count on me for that.”

[scorpiusisms-blog]

“I suppose it isn’t so bad in here.”  Scorpius spoke as he entered the Great Hall and moved through the room slowly and looking around.

[rigidus]

“Amazing what they can do do the Great Hall, isn’t it?” Melody commented dryly, crossing her arms over her chest.