#evenbyanothername

[faithlessdragon]

Chosen Style

 @evenbyanothername​ ⌁ ❝ You can’t deny he’s got style. ❞’

Draco snorted. “I absolutely can,” he retorted, “because he doesn’t. Your uncle has, even I will admit, many fine qualities -- but style? No. That’s one thing that Potter has always, and will always, lack. In fact, I’m not sure lack even comes close to describing the true extent of his deficiency in this area...”

It was honestly a miracle that Albus managed as well as he did.

[lycorineisdeadlyifyoueatit]

Tea and Ginger

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Narcissa Malfoy was not fully pleased about her afternoon’s plans -- but then, it had been a very very long time since she had felt fully pleased about the world anyway. Oh, there had been good times through the years -- but fully please with the way her life was unfolding? That feeling had departed so long ago that remembering it now felt more like a dream.

This felt more like a nightmare, but she had certainly endured worse for those she loved, and she would endure this too. It wasn’t even the first time she had had to face unpleasant straights with a smile -- and she was smiling now. Coolly, politely, unenthusiastically. But she was smiling. The girl in front of her really could ask for no more, and deserved far less.

“Miss Granger-Weasley,” she said, her teeth bright and sharp and fully visible between her rose-rimmed lips. “How pleasant of you to join me.” It required the barest flick of her finger to command the elf to serve their tea; unlike some households, the Malfoys did not resort to shouting at their servants -- not unless they had to, of course. Narcissa preferred her elves to be unobtrusive, obedient, and silent. Lucius went in for obsequious bows and scraping more than she did, and she often allowed the elves to defer to his tastes when he was in the room as well -- but today, there was only her...and the half-blood.

“I do appreciate you making time in your schedule for me,” Narcissa continued, every hint of sarcasm carefully pressed out of her tone like a dead flower crushed between the pages of a collector’s book. “It’s well past time we had ourselves a little discussion, don’t you think?”

[malfoifinal]

The Writing On The Walls

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Scorpius's heart was pounding so hard he thought he could feel it against his ribs. He pressed a hand to his chest as though he could press it back down, but all that did was skew his balance sideways so that he half-staggered up the stairs. He remembered at the last second to dodge the trick step and had to do a desperate little hop-skip to keep from falling through it -- but he barely noticed.

He wasn’t sure if Rose was technically on prefect duty tonight (he had a feeling that the Head Boy and Head Girl had started scheduling her and Albus on alternating nights, which worked out well for Scorpius as it meant that he always had at least one friend around) but he expected that every prefect would be called in soon, if they hadn’t been already. He had to get to Rose first.

Who had put Gryffindor Tower so far away from the dungeons?

He was wheezing by the time he reached the portrait that guarded their common room and for once was too distraught to be nervous about which of Rose’s housemates might find him there. He ignored the portrait’s indignant screeches and pounded on the frame, shouting “Rose Granger-Weasley! I need to talk to Rose Granger-Weasley -- it’s an emergency!”

Had she heard yet? Had the news of the message scrawled on the front doors made it up the stairs already? Or had Scorpius managed to outpace the news that the Chamber of Secrets had -- somehow, for some unfathomable reason -- been reopened yet again?

[faithlessdragon]

Recurrent Curses

@evenbyanothername  ⌁  ❝ You did everything you could. ❞

Draco’s laugh was sharp and bitter as aconite. “We both know that’s a lie,” he said curtly. “I did everything I could within the bounds of acceptable magicks, perhaps. But I certainly could have done more, if I’d been less afraid of what people would think -- what people would say -- if I had been brave enough to do everything I could.”

Maybe it was reckless, dangerous even, to speak so brazenly to the daughter of Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, for all that Rose herself had always seemed to view the family of her friend Scorpius with a more generous eye than did her parents -- but in the echoes of his failure, Draco was feeling reckless. Maybe if he’d been a little more reckless earlier, he might have been able to lift the Curse from Lily Potter before the necklace she had so blithely slipped over her head had been able to do its damage--

But the combination of Curses and necklaces had sent Draco sweating over memories of his own foolish youth and the damage he had so callously caused; memories that he knew Lily’s parents shared, memories that he was in no hurry to rekindle in their minds. So he had balked -- and now a little girl was suffering because of him, perhaps needlessly.

It seemed he really hadn’t changed as much as he’d once thought.

[namedweight]

Cadging Classnotes

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“Oi, Grangwea!” Suellen shouted. She knew the other girl hated that nickname, but for once she wasn’t using it solely to bait Rose; Suellen just wanted her attention and since that was what she called Rose in her head most of the time, that was what came out of her mouth as she yelled down the grand staircase after the obscenely tall redhead. She didn’t even realize what she’d said as she trotted to catch up to the other’s longer legs and head start.

“You lot already had History of Magic today, right?” Thanks to too much time spent in the company of Scorpius Malfoy and Albus Potter, Suellen had a better-than-she-wanted memory for the Gryffindors’ class schedule. “You happen to take notes?”

Suellen never took notes in History. She rarely lifted her head off her desk in that class, and then it was usually only so she could either stare at the ceiling or out the nearest window. And usually that wasn’t a problem because she could get notes from Sarah or Scorpius, both of whom paid far more attention to Professor Binns than he deserved -- but at the both of Suellen’s regular swots were still in the Hospital Wing being disenchanted and that meant Suellen needed a new source for her notes...and more importantly, for the notes that she knew said swots would demand of her the moment they could speak again without spewing bubbles or vomiting slugs.

From what Suellen had observed in a friend-of-my-friends sort of way, Rose Granger-Weasley wasn’t anywhere near the level of swot of either Sarah or Scorpius, but she did fit the category -- and hopefully that meant she would have history notes that Suellen could bribe or bully her into sharing.

[rayofsunshinc]

                    @evenbyanothername cont. from ( ✘ )

Scorpius kept looking concerned,  hands clasping and unclasping a little nervously in front of him now that she asked him to stop trying to tend to the wound. It was a little awkward since the injury happened to be on her lip.

❝  ---  Well you didn’t have to go to all the  trouble.           I can stand up for myself.  I just  --  would           rather avoid all the extra commotion and           possible injuries.❞

He give a half-smile.  ❝Thanks,  none-the-less.    Let me walk you to the hospital wing?❞

[properlyscottish]

favorite bartender | Rose & Moira

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Tired from a long day running the shop by herself, Moira made her way to her favorite pub. She’d insisted it wouldn’t be a busy day and she’d be able to handle everything herself, but then she got slammed and she hadn’t stopped running all day. She settled on a barstool and let out a happy sigh as her weight was relieved from her aching feet.

“Oy, beautiful, what’s it take fer a girl ta get a drink in here?” the Scot asked flashing a wicked grin at the young redheaded woman behind the bar.

[hxgoweasley]

{ @evenbyanothername liked for a thing} 

“Hey Rosie who was that boy you were talking too...? And... Is he a hazard to your mental health..? Did you know, the brain is a remarkable thing. It works from the moment you’re born to the moment you fall in love.”