#forslaughter

[movedto-lazaraes]

m.arlene c.aitriona m.ckinnon @ h.arry p.otter : what the fuck wHAT THE FUCK???? I can't deal with you right now please move your hands so I can slam the door in your face I don't want detached baby fingers dirtying up my floor like a little bITCH

m.arlene c.aitriona m.ckinnon the second someone looks @ h.arry p.otter wrong in her presence : had a great run but guess I gotta beat a bitch

[spacecour]

𝙮𝙤𝙪    𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙    𝙩𝙤    𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚,    𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙    𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧    𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨.    it’s    the    right    thing    to    do    after    all.    they    don’t    need    to    be    wandering    in    australia    like    that.    you    needed    to    leave.    find    them,    see    where    they    stood    now.    it    was    better    to    leave    now,    try    to    deal    with    the    grief    that    surrounded    london    now.    perhaps    he    could    come    with,    see    a    different    side    of    the    world.    one    that    didn’t    know    who    they    were.    ❝  i’m    leaving,    harry.    for    australia.  ❞

                                         @forslaughter    hit    the    ♡.

[murios-archive]

            ❛  we  could  get  arrested  for  this,  you  know.  ❜       it’s not said in a way that conveys  fear  in the face of the thought,    more a sense of  intrigue.    and  ---   to be fair  ---   it wouldn’t be the  first  broken law that blue has under her belt.    still,   it feels necessary to offer the  warning,    because he has that look about him  ---  like he’s on the verge of stepping over the line from  goody two-shoes  into something a little more  rebellious   ---   and she’s just making sure he’s fully aware of the consequences of that choice.      ❛  i  mean.   i’m  just  saying   ---   if  you  want  an  out,   now’s  the  time.  ❜   //  @forslaughter

[danger-archive]

                            DO YOU STILL FEEL THE WISTFUL WAY THAT I DO? 

                𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐨 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 –––– 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚?

@forslaughter

[licnbcrn]

@forslaughter || 

she didn’t sleep. she didn’t need to -- being dead, being some sort of ghost, an apparition {{ a figment of his imagination ?? }} meant that all the normal things that the living did, all those pesky, small things that people did daily -- like breathing, sleeping, eating -- weren’t necessary. gods she missed coffee though. 

she didn’t sleep, but he did, and when he was asleep, she was still there. she couldn’t leave, not really -- when she did, to give him privacy, to let him alone, it was more like she was in an -- empty space. a long white hallway. there were no doors in front of her, only one to where he was. 

he was restless tonight -- he was always restless, of course he was --- tossing and turning. he’d always had nightmares, ever since that night in godric’s hollow. and all she could do was sit here and watch him. that’s all she could ever do. 

“harry -- “ she whispered, laying a hand on his shoulder. at least he could feel her touch, that was something. only he could, only he could see her, hear her, talk to her, touch her. no one else acknowledged her, and how could they? 

she was dead. but not a ghost. 

“harry, love, wake up. wake up.” 

[hellhaths-retired]

STARTER FOR. HARRY POTTER ↳ @forslaughter

       ❛  --  one would think the savior would have more pressing matters to attend to than babysitting the wife of a death eater on trial.  ❜   some time had passed since the dark lord’s defeat, and the ministry were finally addressing his followers apprehended after that fateful night at hogwarts. narcissa herself was on house arrest, but her husband was held somewhere awaiting what she can only speculate will be his execution. with a glass of imported wine in hand, narcissa graced him with a single glance over her shoulder.  ❛  why are you here, potter ? of all people ?  ❜

[trustbitchin]

starter call | @forslaughter

    There is something in his E Y E S. It’s a mysterious M A G I C and a haunting H E L L. There is something D I S T I N C T about his airy but wise A U R A. And perhaps it connects to the D O T S of that place. The place of I N V E R T E D playgrounds and D E C A Y I N G foliage. She cannot be certain, but he could be a S I G N. Things are not finished in that topsy-turvy hole, “Live here long?” She would be S C O L D E D for allowing a S T R A N G E R into this rustic residence ( but he needed directions!! ).

    Because he refers to them as the DON’T BE STUPID RULES!!            ...But she is not S T U P I D. And this boy might be V I T A L. 

[debuendiente-arch]

forslaughter replied to your post: Thoughts on Dorcas replacing Mrs. Figg:...

OKAY BUT does he get better cake is the question he has

she will take him on the bus to go grocery shopping and then they’ll bake the cake together, possibly