Spring Malfoy

16. Gryffindor. Angry AF

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princissa:

The fake smile on her face easily faded as she used her hand to swat away the smoke in her face. She was no longer keeping up the false look of enjoyment she had going and now chose a more relaxed and neutral look.

What a piece of work this one is. I hope she chokes on that cigarette. 

❝That’s funny, I thought that was all the Malfoy’s did…silly me.❞ Narcissa simply shrugged in response, impressed with herself for being able to keep her cool. In any other situation she probably wouldn’t be able to keep a level head with Spring, would have easily shown off how uncomfortable she felt listening to a curse slip out every other word. That would just mean she wins and she wasn’t about to let such a heinous person break her that easily.

Between all the vile words Narcissa wondered if she was hearing wrong, did she just ask her to join her in getting a drink? Did Spring actually want to keep hanging out with her or was she reading too much into this? ❝I’ll gladly go get a drink with you but talking to Lucius would be rather pointless. It’s amusing that you believe he gave this to me but he probably thinks that his presence was enough of a gift.❞

The fake layer Narcissa gifted her with breaks under Spring’s questionable guidance. However the girl didn’t make any movement to go past her soon-to-be cousin. Instead she glared heavily at the girl hostess. Continuing to use her as a humanoid ashtray as she flicked the ash from her cigarette towards her. Letting out an agitated huff. “Listen here you trash fucking tart. The Malfoy’s are bloody fucking better than you are. We always will fucking be. You’re not even the trash that sticks to our fucking shoe you fucking slag.” Using her two slender digits she flicks the lit cig towards Narcissa.

Spring doesn’t laugh but there is an amused twinkle in her eye that decays instantly. “My fucking lazy sod ass cousin is who your cunt is contracted to. Oh I’m quite glad he didn’t give you that shit necklace. Maybe he hasn’t completely fell off the fucking rails yet. Then again they would bend to his will, that’s exactly what that pissant fucking thinks.” Spring makes a move to shoulder check Cissa on her wait unto the party. Turning her head towards the other girl with a vile hiss, “Are you coming, trollop?”

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princissa:

Spring Malfoy. So elegant, so classy so…alright who was she kidding? This girl was absolutely horrid in every single way imaginable. The fact that she was even in attendance meant that this was going to be an epic train wreck of a party. She tried to keep smiling as the girl spit her profanities at her because she was determined not to lose her cool. As much as people wanted her to fail at keeping things under control for the most part, she wouldn’t give up.

As the vile sound of Spring’s voice continued on Narcissa played with her necklace anxiously, remembering James’ letter and just imagining him there next to her insulting the person she did not want to be talking to. What an absolutely disgusting girl, who even allowed her to walk freely in a public place? It’s unbelievable that someone hasn’t ripped out her vocal chords by now.

❝Spring…it’s always a delight.❞ she managed to finally reply when the other girl was finished with whatever disgusting nonsense she was spouting. This was Lucius’ cousin after all and (though it made her shudder to think about) that meant she would soon be Narcissa’s cousin as well. ❝If you are finished with your trash talk, I think that you could definitely use a drink or two…maybe more. How does that sound?❞

This piece of Black trash was set to be her cousin. Spring pays attention to how she maintains her false happiness of her being there. She won’t relent because this has turned into a game. Spring Malfoy is raw, and above all what you see is what you get. So in an uncanny way it’s in her duties to exploit the falsified layer that is Narcissa Black. It’s doing them all a favor.

The girl fishes a cig and zippo from her dress, lighting it as she maintained her stance in front of her cousin to be. “What’s fucking delightful about it?” She snaps her words momentarily muffled by the cig between her lips. Before she lights it and takes a drag, exhaling the smoke presumably on purpose into Narcissa’s face. Trash talk?

“Pardon me. The fucking Malfoys don’t talk trash. You’re just a fucking garbage can with the sodding cheap ass jewelry. What the fuck is that around your neck? Was it worth a fucking blowie? Daft cunt. Come with me to get a fucking drink and I can ask my peacock shite for brain cousin why he would fucking give you such an obvious piece of fucking shit that came out of a volcanic anus.” Spring’s daunting gaze weaves unspoken words. The simplest one being ‘square up little ninny’.

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skeetcer:

‘Someone here is on their period?’ Rita asks calmly as her head falls into her open hand; eyebrow narrowing in amusemeant as she watched the other have her show- she wasn’t one to shout unless there was nothing else to do and oh, she saw many opportunities here.

She straigthened herself and gently pushed the empty cartoon back to the other. ‘ The kitchen is that way-’  she gestured in the right direction.’ - have fun!’

“If I was on my fucking period I would shove my used pad down your SLAG FUCKING THROAT SHUT THE FUCK UP.” Spring yells out to Skeeter straightening her back when she sits upright. She grabs onto the empty carton and lunges it with full force as she tosses it back towards Rita’s skull “You fucking get it you moronic wizard trash hippie.”

[princissaa]

For the time being, Druella had put Narcissa on something she liked to call “greeting duty” at the party. As guests walked into the foyer as the party began, she was meant to stand there and greet them with a welcoming smile on her face and thanking them for coming. Her and Regulus had already shared a bottle of champagne before the night even began so she wasn’t sure if this would end poorly but she was determined not to ruin things for her mother this early into the night.

As more guests came through the door she threw a smile back on her face, tucked her hair behind her ears and clasped her hands together behind her back as she prepared to continue with the job her mother assigned her. ❝Good evening and happy Christmas. We’re so thrilled to have you here, please make yourselves comfortable.❞

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The steps (read: angry stomps) propelled her to the destination of the gala. Taking in deep breaths as her nostrils flare with her anger. Taking the time to get the door to crack each knuckle in rhythm of her steps.It would have been better if there hadn’t been a greeter at the door, especially for Spring Malfoy. Because the first person she witnessed was her first victim.

There this little trollop waved and greeted each person. There’s someone in front of her, which she casually expels all her strength to shove them out of her way. “Fuck out of my way you sodding knob head.” She hisses through gritted teeth. Then her eyes turn towards Narcissa with the cruelest of smiles known to the wizarding word..

“Thrilled to have me here? I bet you fucking are. You salazar slut. Spreading your legs for all these fuckers to wank on I fucking bet.” Spring eyed Narcissa knowing as far as contract obligations this little fucking slag was going to be her cousin.

“Gotta keep that fucking pussy tight for the Malfoy family. Are you?” She shot the words out with little regard to whom the fuck was around them or not. Not caring if the girl answers her, she interrupts. “Or have you had been double fisting the Salazars and the blimey Godrics? Fucking piece of slag trash. Might as well fist your fucking self and fuck off.”

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william-fraiser-v:

   William is as used to handling loud obscenities as he is to ignoring the need to reciprocate. There’s a balance to it now, a grasp on situations that actually warrant a similar reaction. This one’s not it.

   “Is being you as tiring as it looks or is this actually feeding your empty void of a ribcage?”

Spring’s eyes narrowed with a raging huff of air before her angry retort. There was no room for chill when it came to Spring Weed. On a ten scale of teenage angst she lived comfortably at a 15.Her fists ball into fists at her side ready to swing one at his next set of words.

“Shut the fuck up bitch. Does your fucking throat get tired from the acidic shit you spew? GET THE BLIMEY SODDING FUCK OUT OF MY WAY WANKER.”

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Spring Malfoy

Black Christmas Gala

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rody-lestrange:

Rodolphus is coughing and brushing sand out of his hair as he vaguely notes he really should’ve fucking expected this.

    First of all, Abraxas is everywhere. 

    Second of all, once again bypassing your obsession with my genitals, and even though it would actually add a bit of worth to your sad self, this is not my piss. Sorry to disappoint.

   It’s a goddamn potion. Try and find out.

“Fucking far out fairy. Abraxas isn’t there with you. Smoking some fucking shit to give someone’s arse a fucking break? LIKE I WOULD TRY A FUCKING VIAL OF FUCKING PISS. I’M MAKING THE HOUSE ELF TRY IT. OI. I DON’T FUCKING TRUST YOU. GO SHOVE A BLUDGER UP YOUR SHIT SLOPE.  “

Spring doesn’t attach anything this time, but she calls one of the house elfs into Lucius’s room. Extending the vial to them and demanding them to taste it for her. 

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fonpain:

Someones got some pent up aggression festering inside that tiny body. It’s fine, but don’t keep me waiting. I fucking hate waiting, and you know it.

Gringotts. Here is the key. Vault 249. 40 minutes. Don’t make me fucking find you. Blimey fuckwad. I’m pretty sure you’re fucking related to the goblins here.

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ma-lucius:

Spring,

 What? I can’t hear you over the sound of your insignificance. Go ahead and shred the bloody place. You mistake my command for some sort of attachment. Really… That’s not the case. Be sure to send photos of your work, yeah? It is art, after all, is it not? Diagon Alley will never see you coming. Actually, can you give us a day or two? I’d like to work up a bet with Rodolphus on how many buildings you can destroy before they haul you off to Azkaban.

-Lucius

Lucius,

We both know you can fucking hear me. Daft fucking shite. Your blimey reverse bloody psychology doesn’t fucking work on me. You rich fucking piece of spat out gum on the bottom of my fucking heel. Oi. Are you going to this fucking Black party? WHY THE FUCK IS RODOLPHUS SENDING ME A VIAL OF FUCKING PISS. WHAT THE FUCK. I’M NOT GOING TO AZKABAN WITH MY ASS. MALYFOYS DON’T GO TO FUCKIN AZKABAN YOU SODDING PIECE OF MOLDY EXPIRED WHITE BREAD.FUCK OFF. SEE YOU SOON.

Spring

(enclosed is a piece of the headboard to his bed shredded to shit)

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rody-lestrange:

   Rodolphus meets the second howler with a rather blank stare, watching the parchment coil and scream for a moment before throwing the attached rock to knock it out.

   Any second you spend thinking about my genitals is one second too many. Anyway, the fuck’s going on? Is Abraxas finally shipping you off to Castelobruxo?

( attached to the letter is a vial of unspecified content )

Spring stares at the vial blankly. Did this motherfucker just mail her a vial of his piss? What the actual fuck. The angry cousin assumes it’s piss. What the fuck else would it be? She grabs another piece of howler and wanders around the mansion (read: stomps fuming around the mansion). 

“WHY THE FUCK DID YOU SEND ME YOUR PISS. YOU OFF THE RAILS SON OF A BLIMEY PEW PEW WHORE. ABRAXAS ISN’T EVEN FUCKING HERE YOU DUMBASS. GROOVY YOURSELF OFF TO FUCKING CASTELOBRUXO LITTLE PINT LIPS.”

(the howler contains an obnoxious amount of sand that explodes out while it shrieks in her voice)

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ma-lucius:

The howler arrives, and there’s no way that everyone in this wing of the castle hadn’t heard it. Lucius has to consciously give himself a moment after the letter gets done yelling at him, allowing the silence of the room to clear out the echo in his ear drums. After the fact, he’d pick up a quill and pen a regular letter to Spring, sending it off with his trusty eagle owl. Spring, Are you absolutely mental? Stay the fuck out of my room. I’m not entirely against cutting all the tips of your fingers off. The castle is quiet for once, and it’s brilliant. Never mind the fact that there’s no one else in the dorm besides Mulciber and he’s blimey dull conversation. Why don’t you just kick Abraxas’s eye and come back. Hogsmeade calls, and there’s at least one building or two that could do with a remodel.

Spring doesn’t reach for just a howler this time. Her cousin can’t see her devious smirk, as she starts to quill a regular letter back on Abraxas’s stationary. An open howler sits to her right as her ashtray. Placing the cig ashes into the crimson stationary. Along with a picture of her in his bed. Because fuck her cousin. Taking a drag she starts to aggressively pen another letter to her cousin. The force of the quill tearing through the page, almost an accidentally angst brittle.

Knob head,

Your threats mean jack shit you fucking puissant. You aren’t even here. I could have a house elf shit in your fucking bed, and you wouldn’t even fucking know.  Mulciber? Isn’t that the whack ass wanker that looks like carrots are growing out of his fucking skull? Oi. Abraxas is too busy to be fucking bothered you daft closet shitface.

Are you fucking saying I can demolition a few fucking buildings on diagon alley?

I bet I could fucking make one ash before you.

Fucking chav fairy.

After putting the finishing touches. She puts the last bit of cig butt into the howler, sending both off at the same time.  

Enjoy the fucking ashes of your room, Lucius. Fucking asshole.

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@rody-lestrange

“DID YOUR AIRY FAIRY ARSE STAY WITH MY FUCKING COUSIN. STICK A BLIMEY TREE UP YOUR DICK HOLE AND CHOKE ON THE TRUNK. DAFT AS A BUSH MAGGOT.”

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   Get Godric’s dick out of your mouth.

( attached to the letter is a small explosive )

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Spring blinked and narrowed her eyes as the letter exploded with some of her own flesh. This meant fucking war. She prepared the second howler with a little present of her own.

“FUCK OFF UPHILL GARDENER. GODRIC? THAT PLUG UGLY COCK HEAD. HIS DICK IS PROBABLY BIGGER THAN YOURS. IS YOUR DICK UP TO KNUT LENGTH OR ARE YOU STILL FUCKING PACKING A PIN NEEDLE? FUCKING BITCH”

(attached to the letter is a piece of coal, tiniest Spring could find with a small little note ‘Rod’s cock’)

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@fonpain

“CHOKING SOME MINGEBAG WITH YOUR COCK, MAGGOT? FUCKTARD CASANOVA. BANG YOU SOON.”