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scorpius & venus & eden for potter hq

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massimo:

eden dolohov: a seamstress massimo deemed to be more talented at mangling bodies than sewing pieces of cloths together. the grapple of her hands, though nimble and smaller in size compared to his, had the strength of a magnitude 9 earthquake. her touch automatically sent his mental walls to harden into thick slabs of concrete while his facial features skewed in reaction to her vehement inquiry. “it’s just the beginning, and you’ve already lost your wits… was your grand debut not up to par with the story you drew in your head ? —no, it must’ve slipped lestrange’s interesting mind to tell anyone of her plans.”

the young wizard might have brought believable justice to both roles he juggled, but the death eaters were truly his people. he didn’t have to stray too far from home to find common ground. despite his growing betrayal towards the masked clan, their night-tide souls, and their head-on determination to conquer destruction rather than fearing collapse… he respected it, he identified with it all. a gaping hole could be discovered where his moral compass should be and the relentless crimson found in them was the same darkness that rotted his core, too. massimo rossa was a far cry from a saving grace, he was no valiant hero for the human race. but he wanted to win.

a quick swivel of his hips allowed the ink cloak to be released from eden’s chain. with a tug and a paw, he flattened any imprint on the thick fabric and returned his gaze to the older woman, releasing a pent-up breath. “as delicious as your theatrics can be, spare me the tantrum. you’ll have another chance at whatever it is you missed tonight.”

eden felt her anger surge anew — who did this no-name think he was? her teeth audibly clacked as she ground them together for a moment, considering whether it was worth it to throw a stinging jinx at the young wizard’s face and be done with it. “oh, fuck you, i’ve been part of this since you were in nappies, crying out for mummy.” his robes now out of her reach, the witch busied herself with adjusting her own. a flick of her wand and — yes, they were back to the masculine-cut suit she was wearing at the beginning of the night. if any ministry official came across her tonight, they would assume her to be part of the wayward crowd, an innocent bystander. 

there was a small amount of satisfaction found in knowing that she wasn’t the only one in their ranks who was left out of the loop tonight. “you don’t know what it was like in the real beginning, when she was still rebuilding our numbers, tracking down the deserters and evading capture.” she remembered those days well: bellatrix’s manic visits to the dolohov estate at wee hours, her grandfather running her through drills of his favorite curses until she couldn’t keep her eyes open. “all that work, and her idea of a grand return to the public consciousness is a glorified pyrotechnics display. that’s what frustrates me, massimo. how slow it all is, not whether i get any glory.” that was an outright lie, but he didn’t need to know about her personal ambitions. 

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corvus:

   In the midst of the chaos, he had managed to slip away. Report back how many have fallen and who of importance was affected. Instructions were clear. Corvus had played the victim. Allowed himself to get hurt. Let people believe that he had been shocked. Surprised. Sad even. He had returned however to where he was instructed to give the full report he was asked. Corvus had to sneak away now though without being seen and make his way back. He was taken back when someone grabbed him suddenly. He pulled his wand out and pointed it in the direction that he was grabbed when he saw familiar face and then lowered his wand.     “Yes.” He responded without much expression. He set his wand back in his pocket and then looked her over. “You’re upset.” It wasn’t a question but more of a statement. “Did you think that you were going to play some big role? This is only the beginning, y’know. It’s not going to be the first or the last time it happens. There’s obviously more. Why are you so upset?” 

“First time for you, maybe,” Eden bit back. “Pardon me if I’m a little put out with the mad woman whose bidding I’ve done for half my bloody life. You know who suggested using Polyjuice to kill Potter? Me. I broke into the Chamber of Secrets as a third year to get her basilisk venom. I’ve killed for her more times than I can count. I believe I’ve earned a modicum of respect, Corvus. If the Dark Lord were here, he’d...” Reward me. Validate me. She shook her head. There was no sense in trying to explain her feelings to the younger wizard — people rarely took her words seriously, unless they were a threat. 

The gnarled branches overhead rattled in the wind. If she concentrated, Eden could hear the crackling of fires from their curses that had yet to be put out. “Bet she told that disgusting wretch of a werewolf her plans, too. Do I honestly rank lower than Greyback?” 

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where: edge of the forbidden forest when: september 17th, post-death eater attack (around 9:30pm) who: eden + open to any death eater

“just what.” eden clawed frantically at her face to dismiss the glamour holding her grey mask in place. it fell to the muddy ground with a soft ‘plop’! “the bloody fuck.” summoned the mask back into her hands and twisted the terrifying visage once, twice, three times in her hands. a small part of her wanted to hurl it at the whomping willow. “was that?!” 

she was accustomed to instruction - her grandfather, her teacher of dark magic since her youth, was very particular. thorough. bellatrix could be those things when she wanted to be, but tonight was chaos — and not the good kind. she’d been yearning for the chance to show off her skills in public for years now, not just in sporadic missions directed from the shadows. if she was to be a death eater in the fullest sense of the term, she wanted the assured destruction and rush of power that came with it. instead, she got a last-minute summons to a trite debate and no directive as to whom she should target. oh, she’d slung spells like she was born for it, of course, slashed the common folk down where they stood. she hoped they hurt, she hoped they feared her. but eden couldn’t rightly say she’d accomplished anything tonight, and that fact annoyed her to no end. 

she grasped the robes of the nearest black-clad colleague she could find. anger seeped into her every word: “did she tell you that she was going to pull that stunt?!” 

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where: outskirts of hogsmede village  when: just after the attack, 8:30-ish?  who: venus & z

she wasn’t sure which was worse: the attack, or its aftermath.

there were no bodies recovered from the quidditch pitch (yet, her mind helpfully supplied. a macabre little brain-version of the popup windows that showed up on the library computers near her flat), but dozens of wix were scattered about, looking for their families. some shouted names, over and over, their voices hoarse. there were little ones, clutching the robes of strangers, their wailing having long since turned to hiccuping sobs. and there were mothers - so many of them, clutching at their hair or rocking back and forth or standing with their mouths pressed into a hard line. 

venus knew, logically, that she didn’t have to stay here, but something rooted her to the spot as she stared at the mums searching for their children in the darkened cobblestone streets. there was a quiet yearning in her heart, and that was strange, because why would she want someone to be looking for—? 

oh. she wanted her mum to be looking for her. 

but xuan flint was not here (or if she was, she was hastily making her way home, not looking for her eldest only disowned daughter). venus pushed those feelings down deep and began to make her way to the nearest apparition point — when she spied a familiar dark head of hair. he wasn’t xuan, but he was still maybe family dear to her.

“z?!” venus called. she could make for a pretty convincing ‘concerned parent’ herself. “z, what the fuck? are you alright!?”

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rcxiewevsley​:

location: hogwarts stadium september 17th, 20:00 hours

   Growing up, Roxanne had always heard about war stories but she never assumed that she would live through one. Who does, right? Roxanne was one of the hit wix that was assigned to the scene to try and arrest any death eaters that could be captured for questioning or to just bring them in to answer for their crimes. Roxanne managed to knock one down already as she walked through to see if there was another one that she could take down, her eyes scanned the scene. Healers were rushing around and she wished she could help but her hands were never good with fixing anything. She could hear the screaming and there were people running around in attempts to flee or maybe in a panic. 

She wasn’t sure. Roxanne stopped when someone darted in front of her and she put her hands up to calm them considering they took a step back in fear more than likely. “Hey– you’re safe.” She was never good with words but she hoped they believed her at least. Not many people trusted werewolves but she hoped that wasn’t the case with them. 

he had to laugh. he was pretty sure he was laughing as soon as he heard bellatrix’s voice (great-aunt bellatrix, gaunt and imposing in the one faded photograph he could find snooping in grandmother’s things-bellatrix, that one). he had to laugh because it otherwise meant acknowledging the tremor in his fingers and the pit in his stomach. that woman haunted his family despite still living. dad never talked about her, but every time the prophet reported on her whereabouts his eyes would grow stormy and his mouth would set into a hard line. bellatrix was the bogeyman of his childhood, the spectre and shame that hung over the malfoys like a dark cloud. as long as she was out there, there was the potential to draw them into her maelstrom of hate and violence -- or make them victims of it.  

and then he had to laugh again, because he’d found the wrong weasley family member in his mad dash around the quidditch pitch. he knew roxanne the way he knew most of his school mates - by name, but not much else. one did not have to know much about another person to have a delightful romp at a party (or in bed) with them. still, he’d done neither with this woman, so he imagined that his frantic look read as panic to her - when in reality, things were just VERY FUNNY! (or so he kept telling himself). 

“Yes yes, I’m fairly sure I’m no death eater and you’re no death eater. Have you seen your cousin? The bespectacled, middle-child one.” 

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{cis woman, she/her} ❝ A fire, a fire is burning! I hear the boot of Lucifer, I see his filthy face! ❞ huh, who’s ZAZIE BEETZ? no, you’re mistaken, that’s actually EDEN DOLOHOV. she is a 31 year old PUREBLOOD witch who is a SEAMSTRESS FOR TWILFITT AND TATTINGS. she is known for being APATHETIC, DISCOURTEOUS, ARROGANT, DISHONEST, & BIASED but also TOUGH, FOCUSED, PERCEPTIVE, SKILLFUL, & DECISIVE, so that must be why she always reminds me of the song BLOODY MARY BY LADY GAGA and DANCING IN A CROWDED NIGHTCLUB, MUSCLE ACHES AFTER A LONG RUN, TOUCHING UP YESTERDAY’S EYELINER, THE TANG OF FRESH LIME JUICE, BURNING YOUR FINGER ON HOT CANDLE WAX. i hear she is aligned with THE DEATH EATERS, so be sure to keep an eye on her.       (CLICK HERE FOR INTRO) 

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‘  i  asked  you  not  to  leave  several  times .  ’ [ lorcan to scorpius ]

" and you know i don't like to listen! i think this one's on you," scorpius replies. only the top of his blonde head is visible from behind the boulder he has chosen as his refuge, while lorcan is mere feet from the hissing ashwinder that sprung forth from the dying embers of their bonfire. " besides, your family literally wrote the book on these things. i shall stay here and eat these marshmallows, you can deal with the fire snake, and then we can go home and pretend you never convinced me to come camping in the first place. honestly, no malfoy has slept outside since the french revolution! we shouldn't start now!"

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𝐚𝐬𝐤  𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞 :    𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒐𝒖𝒔  𝒒𝒖𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔

‘  i’ll  find  you  again ,  wherever  we  end  up  next .  ’

‘  the  enormity  of  my  desire  disgusts  me .  ’

‘  please ,  one  more  kiss  in  the  kitchen  before  we  turn  the  lights  off .  ’

‘  i’ve  been  lost  but  i’m  here  now .  you’re  the  only  person  who  has  ever  been  able  to  find  me .  ’

‘  almost  dead  yesterday ,  maybe  dead  tomorrow ,  but  alive ,  gloriously  alive ,  today .  ’

‘  you  are  not  broken .  ’

‘  you  can  love  and  be  loved ,  despite  what  may  feel  like  the  eternally  brutal  nature  of  the  world .  ’

‘  i  did  violence  to  my  own  heart .  ’

‘  will  i  be  forgiven  for  the  sins  i  did  not  commit ,  but  created ?  ’

‘  i  would  never  kiss  anyone  who  doesn’t  burn  me  like  the  sun .  ’

‘  i  would  rather  break  the  world  than  lose  you .  ’

‘  i  think  you  and  i  have  known  each  other  in  a  few  lifetimes .  ’

‘  i  didn’t  know .  i  had  no  idea  how  greedy  my  heart  really  was .  ’

‘  is  that  why  the  idea  of  losing  you  torments  me  so  much ?  ’

‘  how  long  have  i  been  without  you ?  ’

‘  am  i  foolish  for  wanting  this ?  it  will  end  in  flames .  it  always  does .  ’

‘  sorry  about  the  blood  in  your  mouth .  i  wish  it  was  mine .  ’

‘  if  i  love  you ,  is  that  a  fact  or  a  weapon ?  ’

‘  tell  me  how  all  this ,  and  love  too ,  will  ruin  us .  ’

‘  and  you  realize  the  one  person  in  the  world  who  loves  you  isn’t  the  one  you  thought  it  would  be .  ’

‘  it  cannot  be  a  mistake  to  have  cared .  it  cannot  be  an  error  to  have  tried .  it  cannot  be  incorrect  to  have  loved .  ’

‘  finally ,  i  plead  guilty  of  adoring  you .  ’

‘  a  child  weaned  on  poison  considers  harm  a  comfort .  ’

‘  without  realizing ,  i  find  it  in  myself  that  i  cannot  stop  thinking  about  you .  ’

‘  tomorrow ,  when  i  wake  up ,  i  promise ,  i  will  be  better .  ’

‘  someone  has  to  leave  first .  this  is  a  very  old  story .  there  is  no  other  version  of  this  story .  ’

‘  when  i  imagine  myself ,  i  am  always  leaving .  i  couldn’t  draw  my  own  face  if  god  asked .  ’

‘  do  we  simply  stare  at  what’s  horrible  and  forgive  it ?  ’

‘  i  wanted  to  let  go  of  the  pain  even  though  it  was  the  last  thing  that  felt  alive  from  you .  ’

‘  have  i  endured  loneliness  with  grace ?  ’

‘  i’ll  be  your  slaughterhouse ,  your  killing  floor ,  your  morgue  and  final  resting ,  walking  around  with  this  bullet  inside  me  ‘cause  i  couldn’t  make  you  love  me  and  i  am  tired  of  pulling  your  teeth .  ’

‘  and  then  my  soul  saw  you  and  kind  of  went ,  ‘ oh ,  there  you  are .  i’ve  been  looking  for  you . ’  ’

‘  sometimes  it  feels  like  someone  else  is  wearing  my  body .  ’

‘  i  spent  my  life  arguing  how  i  mattered  until  it  didn’t  matter .  ’ 

‘  who  knew  my  haven  would  be  my  coffin ?  ’

‘  dead  is  the  safest  i’ve  ever  been .  ’

‘  i’ve  never  been  so  alive .  ’ 

‘  you  know  what  i  was  gonna  tell  you  before ,  but  didn’t  have  the  nerve ?  you  got  your  name  written  all  over  me .  i  got  my  name  written  on  you ,  too .  ’ 

‘  you  already  are  something .  you  always  were .  and  you  still  have  time  to  be .  ’

‘  you  know  me  by  heart .  it  infuriates  me  that  you  know  me  by  heart .  ’ 

‘  why  am  i  waiting  for  you ?  hungering  and  thirsting  for  you  in  every  cranny  of  my  soul  and  even  in  my  ribs ?  ’ 

‘  you  came  with  a  handful  of  pain  and  a  smile  which  broke  the  ground  under  my  feet  as  the  earthquake  does  when  two  people  meet .  ’

‘  the  only  good  thing  is  that  i’m  getting  used  to  suffering .  ’

‘  the  return  to  time  was  not  my  choice .  ’

‘  we  are  built  to  live  inside  each  other .  this  means  we  are  built  to  ruin .  ’

‘  time  does  not  bring  relief ;  you  all  have  lied .  ’

‘  time  does  not  know  how  to  keep  our  hopes  safe .  ’

‘  you  needed  me  so  much  that  you  had  to  end  me .  ’

‘  there  are  days  where  i  am  morbidly  in  love  with  you ,  and  this  is  one  of  those  days .  ’

‘  i  know  no  end  to  desiring  you .  ’

‘  i  fear  that  i  am  both  too  much  yet  not  enough .  ’

‘  yes ,  yes ,  yes ,  i  do  like  you .  i  am  afraid  to  say  the  stronger  word .  ’ 

‘  a  heart’s  a  heavy  burden .  ’

‘  life ,  as  i  see  it ,  is  all  about  farewells  rather  than  reunions .  ’

‘  heaven  is  real  and  you  only  had  two  minutes  to  prove  it  to  me .  ’

‘  it  was  already  love .  ’

‘  everyone  desires  love  but  also  finds  it  impossible  to  believe  that  they  deserve  it .  ’

‘  i’ll  love  you  until  i  forget  how  to .  ’

‘  i’ll  love  you  until  i  forget  how  to  and  then  i’ll  fall  like  my  knees  aren’t  already  bruised  from  doing  it  and  i’ll  remember  why  you’re  worth  the  ache .  ’

‘  of  course  i’ll  hurt  you .  of  course  you’ll  hurt  me .  of  course  we’ll  hurt  each  other .  but  this  is  the  very  condition  of  existence .  ’

‘  nothing  makes  me  sadder  and  nothing  makes  me  happier  than  you .  ’

‘  i  love  you  and  i  do  not  want  to  love  you ,  it  is  too  much  and  too  difficult .  ’

‘  grief  is  just  love  with  no  place  to  go .  ’

‘  i  felt  my  life  with  both  my  hands  to  see  if  it  was  there .  ’

‘  you  do  this ,  you  do .  you  take  the  things  you  love  and  you  tear  them  apart .  ’

‘  i  hope  it’s  love .  i’m  trying  really  hard  to  make  it  love .  ’

‘  if  you  touch  me  again  i  might  burn  up  in  the  cold  air .  ’

‘  i  asked  you  not  to  leave  several  times .  ’

‘  i’ve  only  adored  you  lifetimes  ago  and  here  we  are .  it’s  nice  to  see  you  again .  ’

‘  all  time  ever  does  is  pass  and  all  i  ever  do  is  remember .  ’

‘  i  feel  as  though  we  were  never  strangers ,  you  and  i ,  not  even  for  a  moment .  ’

‘  i’d  choose  you ;  in  a  hundred  different  lifetimes ,  in  a  hundred  worlds ,  in  any  version  of  reality ,  i’d  find  you  and  i’d  choose  you .  ’

‘  nothing  about  this  is  soft  but  we  pretend .  ’

‘  maybe  you  and  i  are  just  a  dream .  ’

‘  i  know  you  loved  me  too ,  you  knew  me ,  and  it  gladdens  my  heart .  ’

‘  i  promise  i  shall  never  give  up  and  that  i’ll  die  yelling  and  laughing .  ’

‘  i  don’t  do  anything  with  my  life  except  romanticize  and  decay  with  indecision .  ’

‘  the  world  was  made  so  that  we  could  find  each  other  in  it .  ’

‘  you  don’t  meet  the  people  you  love ,  you  recognize  them .  ’

‘  i  think  you  and  i  have  known  each  other  a  few  lifetimes .  ’

‘  this  body  knows  fear  like  a  front  porch  knows  welcome  –  it  is  always  coming  home .  ’

‘  i  miss  you  more  than  i  remember  you .  ’

‘  if  i  could  have  done  it  all  again ,  i  would  have  loved  you  better .  but  i  could  not  have  loved  you  more .  ’

‘  we  could  have  been  happy .  i  know  that ,  and  it  is  perhaps  the  hardest  thing  to  know .  ’

‘  you  want  a  better  story .  who  wouldn’t ?  ’

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al:

al  would  never  complain  about  the  extent  of  those  he  cares  about  with  seriousness.  he’s  fortunate,  to  have  had  so  many  people  in  his  life.  fortunate  that  at  hogwarts  half  the  bloody  school  shared  in  his  good  news,  whenever  he  might’ve  had  it.  the  problem  lies  in  the  way  they  must  share  the  bad,  too.  the  name  potter  may  be  rare  enough,  but  his  family  extends  far  past  it,  and  there’s  a  terribly  large  chance  the  majority  of  them  would  choose  to  run  headfirst  into  danger  rather  than  away  from  it.  al’s  in  no  place  to  judge,  given  the  very  nature  of  his  career,  but  it’s  not  exactly  the  most  comforting  bit  of  information.

if  there  is  one  person  he  trusts  to  do  exactly  what  al  would  want  him  to,  one  thing  that  brings  him  a  shred  of  relief,  it’s  the  knowledge  that  his  best  friend  is  nothing  if  not  wholly  unwilling  to  ruin  an  outfit  he  previously  referred  to  as  an  experience.  he’s  distinctly  confident  scorpius  has  found  his  way  to  safety,  let  the  flow  of  the  crowd  drag  him  somewhere  he  can’t  be  hurt.  it  is,  of  course,  drained  in  an  instant  -  even  otherwise  engaged,  al  would  recognize  his  voice  anywhere.  

scorpius  crumpling  is  a  sight  that  won’t  leave  his  head  for  quite  some  time.  awful,  and  motivating;  the  next  flash  of  light  from  his  wand  sends  two  pesky  opponents  knocking  into  each  other  with  a  crack.  it’s  satisfying,  al  won’t  pretend  otherwise.  most  importantly,  it  gives  him  the  time  to  rush  right  to  scorpius’  side.  

❛   you  were  supposed  to  leave.   ❜  he  tsks,  gentle  and  disapproving  in  the  same  breath.  his  free  hand  flutters  around  scorpius,  undecided  on  where  he  wants  to  touch:  first  at  his  elbow,  then  fingers  carding  through  blonde  hair,  to  a  grasp  at  the  nape  of  his  neck  that  wets  his  palm  in  what  he  suspects  must  be  deep  red  without  looking.  he  can’t  do  anything  without  a  hint  of  protection,  and  so  that  becomes  the  priority.  before  he  begins  a  shield  incantation,  he  glances  back.  ❛   do  keep  talking,  i’ll  have  a  fit  if  you  faint.   ❜

he may be bleeding from the head, but scorpius has enough of his wits about him to recognize that tone - reproachful but caring all in one - and make a quip in response to al’s concern: “oh, i should hate to be so predictable.” grinning, as if he were having tea in the garden instead of bleeding all over the ground (and his coat!). at the sight of al’s glistening red hand, he attempts to use his wand to conjure a handkerchief, only to produce a tea towel. perhaps he is concussed. 

he presses the cloth gingerly to his wound (his wound, he has a head wound) and with his free hand, lifts his wand to add to al’s shield. the ground is spinspinspinning beneath him, though, and he quickly abandons the notion. do keep talking, al said. he could do that much. “and i can’t let auntie bella have all the fun! did you know i once found her wedding album in the manor? she looked awful. silk taffeta gown with this high, absolutely unforgiving neck, long sleeves, a train that stretched halfway to siberia.” 

there’s a tingle shooting up his spine - it’s fear, he realizes, not nerve damage - and he moves to clutch at the back of al’s shirt. it’s grounding. i’m not alone. i’m not alone. i’m not alone. he resists the urge to rest his head on the other man’s shoulder and takes deep breaths. he’s swaying a bit with the effort to stay upright, but scorpius is determined to make it out of this quidditch pitch of his own accord. “this is all very fun and you look very dashing being a hero and all, but do you see a way out?” 

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victoriocus​:

location: hogwarts stadium

date: 17th september, time: 20:00

shaky legs listlessly limped around, hands dyed with crimson, staining and saturating her dress with blood as wide eyes were searching for something, someone. if she stopped moving, she’d probably have given in, allowing the thick air to pierce into her mind, clouding it with guilt instead of reason. amidst all the chaos, she wondered how a split moment of panic fueled by adrenaline tricked her into forgetting about the fragility of life.  drawing her wand with the intention to hurt someone, without a doubt. without any mercy. despite the attacker being a death eater.

“ i need you to help me ! ” victoire begged, her voice swollen with desperation. “ we need to get them out here as well. ” she said, pointing at the unconscious person.

start, stop, stumble. start, stop, duck, shuffle. of course venus would find herself in the most congested area at a moment of danger. there were the screams of course - each of them bone-chilling. but the hands. the young woman felt like she was being shoved from all sides, across every inch of her body. she was being swallowed whole by the terror, it would consume her if she couldn’t make it out of here soon. there was a break in the crowd just up ahead - which was odd, but she didn’t have the time to question it. she sprinted for that space, hoping that she could gather her bearings long enough to find an exit -- 

only to find a girl hunched over a bloodied mass on the ground, begging for help. she clocked the hooded robes, the mask, and shook her head. death eater.

“are you fucking mental?” venus shouted over the din. she grabbed the woman’s upper arm - it was a weasley, victoria? vivian? - and tugged. “you’re lucky you’re not dead! get your shit together and move, princess!” 

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location: hogwarts quidditch pitch date: sept. 17, 2029, 8:13pm who: scorpius & al

scorpius malfoy was never too proud to turn tail from danger. he was the only son and heir of his family - and liked being alive, mind you - and he was usually wearing something elaborate, dashing, and uncomfortable to fight in. he left the heroics to the heroic people, was content to let others fight battles with their wands and fists while he chose the written word. this worked for him. this was the system. 

but then al potter had to go and become an auror and muck it all up. oh, he threw a fantastic fit when his best friend informed him of his intended career, complete with foot stomping and voice-raising and the silent treatment. because now, he had to care. now, he had to scan the daily prophet and pray to gods he didn’t believe in that he wouldn’t find al’s name in the death announcements. now he had to hold his breath every time he opened a letter from lily, for fear of terrible, terrible news. and now, right now, he was pushing past the terrified masses, into the danger, to go and find him, clasp his shoulder, make sure he was breathing and alive and whole. 

he’d just reached an area in the ravenclaw box that was lit up with dueling spells when he spotted the characteristic brown hair and glasses. relief flooded his insides, and he shouted: “AL! AL POTTER! ALBU--”

thwack! 

scorpius was thrust forward by some force - a misplaced elbow or a knockback jinx, he couldn’t tell - that hit the back of his head. his vision flickered in and out of focus as he fell to his knees, whole body growing warm. something wet trickled under the starched collar of his shirt. 

“al potter,” he spoke again, this time much softer. “i do believe i am concussed.” 

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{ cis man, he/him } ❝ i can resist everything, except temptation. ❞ huh, who’s HANSOL “VERNON” CHWE? no, you’re mistaken, that’s actually SCORPIUS MALFOY. he always reminds me of the song THE CULT OF DIONYSUS BY THE ORION EXPERIENCE and THE MARC JACOBS’ 2015 GLOSS PARTY DRESS CODE, TALKING WITH YOUR HANDS, WIPING GLITTER FROM THE BATHROOM SINK, WRAPPING YOURSELF IN A WARM DUVET, DRINKING WINE WITH LUNCH. i hear he is aligned with the ORDER OF THE PHOENIX, so be sure to keep an eye on him.

character inspiration: oscar wilde, david rose (schitt’s creek), keeley jones (ted lasso), tahani al-jamil (the good place), david bowie, richie rich, freddie mercury, lito rodriguez (sense8), glam rock. ------------------------------------------------------ tw for alcoholism/addiction under the cut.

BASICS

name:  scorpius han-wool (한울) malfoy

nickname: absolutely detests nicknames. it’s scorpius or nothing.

age: twenty-three

sexual / romantic orientation: pansexual / panromantic

former house: ravenclaw

affiliation: the order of the phoenix

occupation: culture writer/reporter for teen wix weekly, essayist, published author

family: draco malfoy (father), astoria greengrass (mother, deceased), daphne greengrass (maternal aunt), remy greengrass (maternal cousin)

PHYSICAL

hair: (dyed) blonde

eyes: brown

height: 5′11

notable characteristics: clear, often glowing skin, meticulously styled hair. often wears very colorful clothing in stylish cuts and silhouettes. loves a good sparkle or shine via embroidery or stones. consistently wears multiple rings on both hands, and diamond stud earrings in both ears.

MAGICAL

wand: willow, unicorn hair, ten inches, bendy

patronus: swan

boggart: himself, deep in the throes of alcoholism / addiction

amortentia: clean sheets, crisp mountain air in winter, apple blossom candles, yuzu jam

magical strengths: charms, transfiguration, astronomy, alchemy, history of magic.

magical weaknesses: potions, care of magical creatures, herbology

PERSONALITY

oh, my darling boy. my perfect lad. my sweet meow meow.

scorpius has draco’s penchant for drama (ie. falling to pieces whenever he so much as gets a scratch or sniffle, loudly protesting against doing anything unpleasant, being loud and obnoxious to get people’s attention) but very little of his childhood politics. he’s spoiled beyond belief, wants to be the center of attention, and name-drops like nobody’s business, but that’s because he’s an aesthete with taste, thank you, not a schoolyard bully.

he writes monthly articles for teen wix weekly, an offshoot of witch weekly, which i would say is analogous with teen vogue in terms of its combination of leftist political leanings and fashion/lifestyle. his writing is acerbic, witty, and highly opinionated. he’s also published a book of humorous personal essays and observations, titled ‘lessons in bad faith: how i became the family disappointment’. lucius doesn’t talk to him at sunday dinners anymore.

boy’s got an issue with partying - it comes from a childhood of being raised away from pureblood peers since his mother didn’t want those negative influences around him, away from any other magical families because of all the bridges draco burned in school, and away from muggle children because while his parents didn’t profess hatred towards non-magical folks, their world was still strange and unfamiliar. so he grew up alone, and deeply lonely, and once he hit hogwarts + adulthood has been chasing the feelings of friendship and being wanted ever since. that, coupled with his life of financial excess and overindulgence has led to something of an alcohol dependence. but it’s fine, really.

despite what some may think of his flamboyance and penchant for fine clothes, he is attracted to and dates people from across the gender and sexuality spectrum. he loves to be loved! what i cannot stress enough though is that the boy is a bottom.

mama’s boy. misses her like mad all the time; likes to keep one of her rings on a chain around his neck.

loves his dad, but often feels like they live on two different planets. totally doesn’t have a complex about wanting to make him proud.

ravenclaw!!! while scorpius strives for perfection and is fairly ambitious in that sense, he doesn’t desire to be the best in everything and doesn’t necessarily aspire to control + power, merely wants to be universally beloved for his talents. ie. - hates trying new things and being bad at them. first time draco put him on a broom he crashed into a tree. threw a fit during 1st year flying lessons and got himself excused.

thinks quidditch is a right bore because the players’ uniforms ought to be shorts and a crop top

has perfected the art of shit-talking to the point where you might not even realize he’s insulting you to your face

will send his order back to the kitchen if it’s wrong

favorite pasttime is wrapping himself in a giant duvet and eating cadbury creme eggs 

BIO

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