the blood

Zachariah Bennett Avery. Twenty One. Slytherin Alumni. Servant of The Dark Lord. But also looking to level the playing field for his own benefit. Approach with caution.

[slytheriah]

@crazyelsie

Zachariah had already knocked on the witch’s door, so he was now leaning against the wall, waiting for the door to open. “Elsie.” He called through in a song-song tone. In his hands were flowers -- roses, to be exact -- perfectly arranged. 

[slytheriah]

serpentclara·:

Clara looked at the male completely baffled by his story, or more importantly how he found the tale funny. “Was that supposed to be funny?” She asked raising a brow. If anything the story had just left the female with questions, and a lot of them though she was undecided whether she’d present them to the male.

“It is quite the comedy, actually.” Zach said, raising his brows and allowing his previous smile to settle into a straight expression. “And based on a true story, as all the best comedies are.”

[slytheriah]

“So, then I asked who the fuck he thought he was talking to, and the bastard didn’t even have the decency to reply.” Zachariah sighed, meeting the other’s gaze as the corners of his lips curled up. “Of course, that might have been because he was flat out on the ground.” A light laugh left his lips and noticing the lack of laughter from the other, he clarified: “Dead. He was dead.” The blond said simply with another shrug. 

[demonzdust]

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